Author: admin

Claire has been made to take work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation created to degrade women. You can find the first chapter here: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/58002/

Around 11 am Claire felt thirsty. She had been working all day, and felt flushed and overheated from blushing so much at what she was looking at. She looked around and spotted a cool, inviting water cooler across the room. She got up and headed towards it.

‘Psst!’ said a voice. Claire turned and saw a thin, pretty long-haired teenaged blonde looking at her. The girl had an elfin, friendly face, a short wrap skirt and a button up shirt knotted under her medium-sized tits. Her tag identified her as Kitten, and according to her ID she was a B-grade fuck.

Kitten made a no-go motion towards the water cooler, crossing her hands across each other. ‘That one’s for the men,’ said Kitten. ‘We drink from the cordial.’ She pointed to another cooler, filled with red liquid.

‘Thanks!’ said Claire. She thought the prohibition was strange, but she liked the look of Kitten – she seemed friendly – and she appreciated the advice. She headed to the cordial cooler and poured off a plastic cup full of the liquid. It tasted strange, she discovered, but thick and sweet. Claire drank it all and then poured another cup to take back to her desk. As she watched, she was aware of all the men in the room watching her – or, more specifically, watching her tits. She blushed and sat back down, ready to describe the next naked whore the system offered up.

The cordial worked its way through Claire’s system, as she stared at a succession of embarrassing photos of naked sluts. About 90 minutes after she’d drunk the cordial, she became aware of a growing pressure in her bladder, and realised she needed to pee. It was almost lunchtime anyway, but she needed to go now, so she got up and headed for the toilets.

The toilet doors opened directly onto the open plan office, and were marked with the usual male and female signs, but the text was unusual. They read “girls” and “people”. Claire didn’t like the implication that girls weren’t people, but she entered the “girls” door anyway.

The room inside was a cool, and gently lit. Claire was immensely confused by it. It didn’t look like the toilets she’d expected. There were no stalls and no wash basins – just a large tiled room with a low bench at one end and some shower-style hoses and small indentations in the wall at the other. She turned around and left again.

She spotted Kitten’s desk nearby. ‘Hey,’ she said to Kitten, walking over to the girl. ‘Where are the toilets?’

‘Through there,’ said Kitten, pointing at the door Claire had just used.

‘No, that’s the showers,’ said Claire, whispering. People were looking at her and she felt her face starting to flush. She felt stupid being the new girl who didn’t know where the toilets were.

Claire had always been embarrassed by toilets. As a young girl she’d been mortified when her father had talked to her friends about how Claire sometimes wet the bed. And she’d never lived down having accidentally wet herself in fifth grade. She’d never been able to get past the idea that she was bad at pissing, that she was stupid and dirty because of it. It was enormously hard even to talk to Kitten about it now.

Kitten laughed. ‘They can be a bit confusing. Let me show you. I need to go anyway.’ Kitten reached down between her legs and adjusted something that Claire couldn’t see, and then got up and walked the blushing Claire back inside the ‘toilets’.

‘They don’t install actual toilets,’ said Kitten, inside. The two girls were alone in here, which Claire found helped. She was still blushing though. Kitten continued: ‘Women don’t need toilets and in any case they cost too much. There’s drains in the floor, so you just take off any clothes that are in the way and piss standing up.’

‘What?’ asked Claire, horrified.

‘It’s just like camping,’ said Kitten. ‘Oh, except don’t squat. You’ve got to do it standing up. Squatting’s unattractive and if the supervisors catch you doing it you’ll get in trouble.’ Kitten peeled off her short skirt and laid it on the low bench. Claire gasped. It felt wrong to be here with Kitten disrobing. It felt slutty and wrong. Kitten was wearing no panties underneath, and Claire blushed to find herself looking at Kitten’s shaved pussy. It was cute – exactly like what Claire imagined a perfect vagina to look like. And right through her clit, there was a small metal ring. It looked painful, but at the same time it fascinated Claire.

Kitten closed her eyes, blushing a little, and then slowly urine began to pulse and trickle from her twat and run down her legs. It pooled at her feet and then ran off to a nearby drain. Claire couldn’t believe she was watching another girl piss in front of her but it would be impolite to leave. She had no friends here except Kitten and she didn’t know what she’d say if she left – clearly what Kitten was doing was normal here.

Claire flashed back to when she was 14 and her father had come into the bathroom to find her peeing in the bathtub because the toilet was broken. Claire had already been humiliated even while she was alone, squatting in the cold porcelain tub and peeing, and it had been worse when her father had grabbed her, spread her legs, and starting spanking her still-piss-damp pussy. Claire had cried and wailed for hours and that night had lain awake thinking about what a dirty animal she must be to have deserved such punishment.

Now, Claire watched as Kitten pissed, entranced by the river of urine running down the girl’s beautiful leg. She watched until finally the flow stopped. When it did, Kitten walked to the wall, took down on of the shower hoses Claire had seen, turned it on, and rinsed her legs and cunt clean. She moaned a little as the water played across her inner thighs.

‘You’ll want to wear heels to work, like you are now,’ said Kitten as she washed, angling the water at her pussy. ‘If you wear socks they’ll just get pissy and wet. And you need to be careful with the hose or you’ll get your shirt wet. A lot of girls just get completely naked to be sure.’ She pressed the hose against her vagina and sighed contentedly.

‘This is weird,’ said Claire unhappily.

‘No, it’s no weirder than sitting on a bowl,’ said Kitten. ‘Soon you’ll wonder how you pissed any other way. Also, the washing off is just for your own comfort. The organisation doesn’t care if your legs are pissy, you won’t get in trouble for that.’ She turned off the hose and hung it back up.

‘What if I need to…’ said Claire, and stopped.

‘Shit?’ laughed Kitten. ‘Just stick your ass in one of the indents in the wall and poop. They’ll take care of the cleaning up.’ She put her skirt back on. ‘Good luck, honey,’ she said. ‘I’ll see you at lunch if you want?’

‘Okay,’ said Claire. When Kitten had left, Claire nervously took off her skirt and pulled off her panties and put them on the bench. Then she moved to stand right above a drain, spread her legs a little, and tried to relax. It took a while, but finally piss began to spurt from her vagina. Initially it arced out and splashed away from her, but soon it slowed to a trickle and ran down her legs. Claire felt strange and dirty and was just glad no one could see her. She kept worrying that someone would burst in and spank her cunt for being so dirty. She looked at her hairy pussy and wondered what it would be like to have a shaved beaver like Kitten. When she was done she rinsed off her legs and dressed.

At lunch she found Kitten in the small break room, alone. The break room was refreshingly normal, except for more of the omnipresent posters of nude women. It had a normal-looking fridge and cupboards and a table. Claire sat down next to Kitten.

‘Is your name really Kitten?’ she asked.

Kitten laughed. ‘No, it’s Sarah, but I’m called Kitten here. Well, actually my full work name is Slutkitten, but we mostly use the short names because it’s less distressing to new people like you.’

‘Slutkitten?’ said Claire. ‘But that’s so demeaning!’

‘It’s just a name,’ said Kitten. ‘It’s no different from sorority hazing or working at a Hooters bar or whatever. It’s just part of the way the organisation promotes itself.’

Claire looked at Kitten’s badge. It read “Tits: 32C, real. Cunt capacity: 1.2 litres. Milk production: None Fertility: N/A Fuck grade: C Rank: X”. ‘What does the stuff on your badge mean?’ she asked.

‘Tits are self explanatory,’ said Kitten, cupping hers. ‘To test cunt capacity they put a balloon in your pussy and then pump it up until you cry, and that’s your capacity. Milk production is for lactating women and it shows how much they express a day and how tasty it is. Fertility is how likely you are to get pregnant. They can test that but mostly they don’t bother unless you have a high rank or you’ve already been pregnant. Fuck grade is how satisfying you are to men when they fuck you. Rank is how high in the organisation you are – the closer to A the better. You can order around anyone with a lower rank than you.’

‘So fuck grade – how do they know what that is?’ asked Claire, scared of the answer.

‘Well, for me they made me give them phone numbers for my ex boyfriends and then called them to ask how I was in bed.’ Kitten looked uncomfortable. ‘I had to listen in. It was so humiliating I was in tears. They asked how easily I got wet, and if I liked it when they called me names, and if I got wet when I was abused. I had to hear my boyfriends say I was only adequate in bed, not good. He said I didn’t swallow enough of his cum and I didn’t agree with him that I was a whore. And then they gave me the C grade.’

‘What if you’re a virgin?’ asked Claire. She was a virgin.

‘Then you get a V for virgin, and you have to ask your first fuck to call the office for an interview when you finally get laid,’ said Kitten. ‘You sure have a lot of questions!’

‘This place is weird and embarrassing,’ said Claire. ‘I hate it.’

‘But they’re so influential!’ said Kitten. ‘They’re setting lawmaking policy all over the country! Don’t you want in on the ground floor?’

Claire felt close to tears. She just shook her head.

‘Well you can always just quit, I guess,’ said Kitten. ‘Which would be a shame. You seem nice!’ She reached out and gave Claire a friendly hug, and Claire hugged her back.

It felt good to be liked, but not so good as to make Claire forget pissing down her legs.

(To be continued…)

In a society where mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century, a prostitute-slave named Sara endures pain, humiliation and casual exploitation in the service of a Las Vegas casino.

In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: hard labor, breeding, menial work and sexual servitude.

This series of stories, which is not presented in any particular order, explores the daily life of a prostitute-slave named Sara. Purchased at auction by a Las Vegas casino, she is tasked with fulfilling the sexual urges of its clientèle, who pay for her favors along with room service and Wi-Fi access. Subject to their every whim, she has known both anguish and delight, but most often casual exploitation.

When she is not engaged by a guest, Sara must contend with capricious and underpaid corporate overseers and occasionally vicious slave stable politics.

***

Continued from Part II

The first time the elevator opened onto the skyway, Sara could not muster the courage to step outside. After a moment, it closed and carried her back down to the maintenance corridor. For a time, she stood staring at a distorted image of herself in the scratched and battered metal doors.

It was not a slave who stared back at her – it was a woman.

In place of her strappy black heels, she wore a pair of casual cork wedges with tan leather accents. Her legs were covered by a pair of tattered jeans, which fit almost as snugly as the stockings they replaced. Beneath them: a simple white cotton thong, which peaked above her waistline in the back.

Her midriff was bare, below a tight, faded t-shirt with “I love Las Vegas” on the chest, except that the word “love” was replaced with a plump red heart. Underneath that, she wore a white shelf bra that showed off the natural shape of her breasts and bared her nipples, which stood out through the clingy t-shirt.

At her side, she held the shopping bag that contained her house dress and the toys that Cruz instructed her to bring.

Steeling herself, Sara pressed the button marked “S” again and the elevator lurched into motion. The doors parted, and she forced herself across the threshold. She nearly panicked when the doors closed behind her, and she looked back and realized that there was a lock in place of the call button. After taking a moment to control her breathing, she walked up a short flight of concrete steps which deposited her on the pedestrian bridge.

Sara had looked down on this bridge countless times, watching the people walk back and forth, imagining where they had been, where they were going and what wonders they had seen. She had never, ever dared to hope to walk across it herself.

Having lived virtually her entire life indoors, the sensations were overwhelming. The air was so hot and dry that she found it difficult to draw into her lungs. It was being carried along by gusts of wind, which brought with them scraps of paper and tiny particles of grit that she could feel impacting on her face and skin.

No longer diminished by the tinted windows of Helios, the sunlight was blinding. Even the white concrete surface of the walkway made her squint against the glare.

From beneath her feet, the roar of the traffic was continuous. She could actually feel the bridge tremble every time a heavy truck rumbled past.

Although her senses were under constant assault, it was a tiny change in the behavior of the people around her that stood out the most. When she was on display or just walking the floor of the casino, men would stare at her unabashed. Their eyes would settle on her cleavage or her ass, with no more regard than looking at a picture on the wall.

It was subtle, but that had changed. Rather than staring, men stole quick peeks at her or avert their eyes altogether — only to look back as she passed.

Women, who usually ignored her, looked on with a mixture of admiration and envy. She saw one woman actually drive her elbow into the ribs of the man next to her when his gaze lingered little too long. It all came together in a heady rush that flowed into her, fulfilling some part of her that she never knew was empty.

“Hey, baby!” said a young man who suddenly appeared out of the crowd. He had dark skin and curly hair.

“You love Las Vegas? Uh, yeah – me to! Do you want to go somewhere, maybe a club? I could buy you a drink… or dinner? Whatever you want… Where are you from, baby?”

Sara carefully set her face with a cool expression and a small smile. Her eyes flicked up and down his body, then she continued across the bridge. Another young man, standing next to him, burst out laughing.

“Ice cold!” he said. “Ouch, Fadi! She is just way, way, way out of your league!”

Sara walked on, smiling. Stepping into the shadow of Camelot, she was grateful for the relief from the blazing sun. Looking back over her shoulder at Helios, she was surprised by how small the pyramid looked. Before, its vast atrium and endless ranks of guest rooms had seemed like the entire world.

Turning back towards Camelot, she identified its cavernous entryway – a mighty stone arch beneath a huge banner that read: “Lords and Ladies, Welcome to Camelot! Enjoy the Many Pleasures our Castle has to Offer!”

Before she stepped inside, Sara looked further along The Strip in the direction she had been walking. In the distance, she could see a collection of glass towers, sparkling in the sun. Below them, rising from a pool of water was the mighty figure of a woman in long robes, rendered in a green patina – the Statue of Fortune.

It was another casino, The Big Apple, which Sara knew from her recent training had been built to resemble New York, a great city far, far away. She took one step towards it – one step towards that next unexplored marvel – and then she felt every prod that had ever been touched to her skin and triggered come upon her at once. She turned back and walked into the castle.

The space was bustling. Jugglers, musicians and acrobats performed all around her while the churning crowd pushed in a dozen different directions at once. Moving deeper into the air conditioned space, Sara spotted a utility in a brightly colored harlequin uniform. She approached him, mentally rehearsing the words she would speak.

“Boy,” she began.

“Yes, mistress?” he replied immediately, his eyes low.

“Take me to this room,” she said, holding out the card Cruz had provided.

Bowing his head, he took it from her.

“Yes, mistress,” he said. “May this boy carry your bag for you, mistress?”

She was about to decline what she took to be a very peculiar request – no one having ever offered to ease her burden – when she remembered who she appeared to be.

“Yes, boy,” she said, taking care not to thank him.

“Thank you, mistress.”

The utility led her across the casino floor to a bank of elevators. Up on the fifth floor, he steered her down a long hall and opened the door to room 528. He walked in ahead of her, putting the bag and the card down on a small table.

“Enjoy your stay at Camelot, mistress,” he said.

She let him go without another word.

***

Walking into the room, Sara felt the whole world turn inside out. Cruz was kneeling at the foot of the king-sized bed, wearing the house dress of a Helios slut. Everything was exactly as it should have been, and also completely, totally wrong. Sara reached out to the wall to keep her balance and focused on her breathing to steady herself.

Finding her center, she barked at Cruz: “Up, slave! Everything off, now!”

The overseer stood and started pulling off her scant coverings. She did it badly. During her training, Sara had been taught either to perform a striptease while undressing, or to simply make her clothes disappear. Cruz did neither, and she left everything in an untidy pile on the floor.

The overseer had never undressed during any of their previous sessions. Sara did not regard her as an unattractive woman, but seeing her naked it was obvious that she would never have been selected as a slut, if she had been a slave. She had a bit of a belly and her C-cup breasts drooped a little when they were released from her bra. Sara gestured for her to turn around. Her ass was broad and shapeless.

When Cruz turned back towards her, Sara stepped in close. She took a small patch of the overseer’s thick pubic hair between her thumb and forefinger and ripped it out by the roots. Cruz gasped. Her body jerked back, away from the pain – a reflex that would have been trained out of a slave years earlier.

“Unacceptable!” Sara shouted, holding the hairs up for Cruz to see. “Shave!”

Cruz scurried off to the bathroom. When she heard the water start to run, Sara heaved a deep breath, trying to compose herself to continue the session. She pulled a heavy wooden chair away from the desk and set it up facing a full-length mirror on the wall.

The chair had worn, steel-reinforced eyelets set into its arms and legs. As Sara suspected, this was a “playroom,” set up specifically for guests who wanted to take full advantage of a slave during their stay. The bed would have similar mounting points to secure ropes or shackles, and the walls and door were no doubt soundproof to deaden any screams.

When Cruz returned, Sara had rigged the chair with heavy cuffs. Sara took her by the neck, inspected her shaved vulva, then bent her over the back of the chair. The slave locked her wrists and ankles in place, leaving her exposed.

With the overseer incapable of doing anything but waiting, Sara took her time undressing. She decided leave the shelf bra on, just because she could.

Next, she retrieved a strap-on dildo from the shopping bag, along with a bullet vibrator and a tube of lubricant. Cruz turned pale as she watched Sara in the mirror, buckling the nine-inch monster around her waist.

“Sara,” she swallowed. “That’s too big. Did you bring something smaller?”

The slave stepped up behind her, took one of the folds of her labia between the tip of her finger and her thumbnail and squeezed, hard. Cruz cried out.

“Say, ‘Mistress,’” Sara said, detached.

“Mistress,” Cruz stammered. “It’s too big. It won’t fit in my cunt.”

“It’s not going in your cunt,” Sara replied.

Sara saw the first glimmer of real fear in her eyes. She began pulling at her restraints.

“No, Sara! No! You can’t!”

Cruz shivered as Sara worked the cold lubricant into her waiting anus.

“It won’t hurt as much if you relax,” Sara advised her.

The overseer turned frantic.

“I haven’t… I mean… I can’t… Please, Sara!”

The slave pressed the tip of the dildo against the overseer’s tight rear hole.

“You have to stop, Sara! Don’t do it! You’re going to hurt me!”

Unmoved, the slave slowly rocked her hips forward and watched the bulbous head disappear inside Cruz. She shrieked.

While she was picking out toys, it occurred to Sara that there might be consequences if she actually tore up the overseer’s guts, so she picked out a dildo with a “sissy tip.”

To look at it, the dildo was indistinguishable from the cruel latex giants with hard rubber cores that had made Sara and countless other slaves tremble in fear of the agony they would soon be suffering. However, with a sissy tip, the head and the surface of the shaft were spongy, so that even without stretching, it was likely to cause some pain but no real damage.

Most often, sissy tips were used in public displays, to give guests the impression of a brutal reaming without the cost of sending a slave to the infirmary afterward. Sometimes, packets of fake blood would be inserted into the receiving slave, to enhance the effect.

Sara guessed – correctly, it seemed – that Cruz might not have much anal experience, so just seeing the size of the dildo in combination with the sensation of being penetrated would create the desired effect without really hurting her.

Sara leaned forward. The thick shaft pushed deeper into Cruz.

“Stop! Stop!” she cried. “It’s too big!”

With her hips finally pressed against the overseer’s doughy ass, Sara pulled back then pressed forward again, establish a rhythm for herself. With the overseer wailing, she touched the controller for the bullet vibrator, which was riding in a pocket next to her clit. She sighed.

After a few dozen more strokes, the overseer’s screams yielded to dull grunts at each full penetration, accompanied by the slap of Sara’s hips against her ass.

The slave quickened her pace. Each new thrust pressed the vibrator into her clit, delivering fresh burst of pleasure. Moments later, she was gasping, then crying out as she built towards a powerful climax.

On the cusp, she reached out and took a handful of the overseer’s hair, jerking her head back so that she could watch in the mirror as Sara took her orgasm from her ruined ass. Their eyes met in the reflection, then Cruz watched as the slave spasmed and succumbed to bliss.

When she had recovered, Sara walked around to the front of the chair and put the soiled dildo in the overseer’s face.

“Clean it up,” she said.

“No… No, I won’t,” Cruz said.

The slave grabbed the overseer’s hair and pushed her mouth down towards the dildo. Cruz twisted away, her lips clamped shut.

Unperturbed, Sara retrieved several small items from the bag. The first was a fat, smooth metal cylinder with a rubber seal halfway between its rounded ends. She smeared it with lubricant, then pushed it inside the overseer’s vagina.

“What is that?” Cruz asked, anxious, unable to see what was being done to her own body.

“A shock stick,” said Sara, screwing a clamp shut on the overseer’s labia, trapping the metal object inside of her.

Cruz winced as she felt the clamp bite down on her delicate flesh.

“Sluts can’t be punished in their cunts!” she protested, terrified.

“Sluts can’t be punished in their cunts by the house. Guests can do whatever they want,” said Sara, pushing a button on the remote control.

For two seconds, the overseer’s sex was transformed into pure, electric pain. The air exploded out of her lungs in an unformed scream as she endured the worst agony of her entire life.

Sara stepped back around in front of Cruz, brushing the tip of the dildo against her cheek.

“Clean it up,” she said.

“No…” Cruz panted. “No…”

Holding the controller where Cruz could see it, Sara triggered a three-second shock.

“Please don’t…” the overseer’s words dissolved into a high-pitched shriek as she endured an even worse pain.

Sara touched the dildo to the overseer’s lips.

“Clean it up,” she said.

“I can’t… Please…”

The slave readied a four-second shock.

“No! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Cruz blurted out. “Don’t burn me again, please! I’ll do it!”

Sara smiled and pushed her hips forward. Cruz made an awful retching sound as the head of the dildo slipped between her teeth. She kept her lips curled back to avoid touching the shaft, even as Sara pressed it against the back of her throat.

“I said, ‘Clean it up!’” Sara snapped. “Suck on it – use your lips and tongue.”

Seeing Sara’s finger moving towards the trigger on the remote control, Cruz surrendered with a terrible whimper. She wrapped her lips around Sara’s filthy rubber cock and sucked it like a well-trained slut.

***

Sara had not intended to take pleasure from the overseer’s oral service, but as she watched her head bobbing up and down between her legs, she felt her clit twitch. Surrendering to the urgings of her body, the slave viciously throat-fucked Cruz to orgasm, then tied her down on the bed, her legs spread wide.

She removed the vibrator from the strap-on, held it to the overseer’s clit, then secured it with athletic tape. Turning it up to maximum, she straddled Cruz and pressed her sex down onto her face.

With Cruz working her clit, Sara built slowly towards her third orgasm of the evening, occasionally smothering the overseer to keep her focused and motivated.

Feeling Cruz shuddering beneath her, Sara rose a few inches up on her knees. Cruz gasped.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, gods! I’m cumming!” she cried. “Turn off the vibrator! It’s too much! Too much! Please…”

Sara silenced the overseer by pressing herself back down onto her mouth – without touching the vibrator’s controller.

Cruz had two more writhing orgasms before Sara was finally satisfied. Relaxed and happy, the slave climbed off the bed. The overseer looked desperate.

“Turn it off!” she begged. “Please, turn it off! I’m going to cum again… It’s too much! Please…”

Unaffected, Sara started towards the bathroom.

“No!” the overseer cried after her. “Gods, no! I’m cumming! I… I… uh… Gods, please… No! Uh… I can’t!”

The slave drew a hot bath for herself in the oversized tub and settled in for a nice, long soak. For Sara, a bath was a rare luxury – showers that spit needles of lukewarm water were all that the house provided for sluts.

Every few minutes, she would listen to Cruz have another orgasm – her pleas growing ever more frantic and, ultimately, incoherent. When she stopped making sounds altogether, Sara reluctantly climbed out of the tub and pulled on a plush robe that hung from a hook on the back of the bathroom door.

Walking back into the bedroom, she stood watching Cruz occasionally jerk against her restraints, her glassy eyes fixed on the ceiling. The bedding was saturated with her juices, which had created a large wet spot spreading out from around her hips. She did not notice Sara.

The overseer was in an entirely different place, her body nothing more than a fleshy sack overflowing with hormones that her brain had long since lost the ability to process. Like a primitive, single-celled amoeba, she could only perceive one type of stimulus – orgasm – and only offer one type of response: a feeble tug against the bonds that held her.

Seeing her pathetic display, Sara felt a wetness between her own legs. Retrieving another vibrator from the shopping bag, she sat down and got herself off while watching Cruz twitch.

Afterward, she released the overseer from her restraints, but all she could do was curl into a fetal position while the vibrator continued its relentless assault on her clit.

Sara took pity on her and shut off the vibrator. Suddenly denied the stimulation that had defined her existence for more than two hours, Cruz shuddered and then lay still.

***

The overseer shrieked in agony as the slave triggered the shock stick inside her vagina, still trapped behind her clamped labia. The jolt ripped Cruz out of her stupor, her limbs flailing.

“Up, bitch!” shouted Sara. “Kneeling spread!”

Cruz tried to lift herself up onto her knees, but collapsed back into her own spent juices. Sara administered another shock. She screamed again.

“On the floor, you filthy slut!” Sara snarled, pointing to a spot on the carpet in the middle of the room.

Desperate to avoid another flash of searing pain, the overseer threw herself off the side of the bed and crawled over to the slave’s feet. She knelt: legs spread, chin high, fingers interlaced behind her head so that her arms were held up and away from her body.

It was an intensely vulnerable posture, which Sara was mostly required to assume when she was being berated or punished.

Satisfied, the slave picked up the telephone.

“This is room 528 in tower four” she said. “My slut has wet the bed. I need it changed immediately.”

Sara watched Cruz blush furiously and bow her head, utterly humiliated. She hung up the phone.

“Eyes up, cunt,” she said, fingering the shock stick’s controller. “You can’t expect me to sleep in your filth just because you can’t control your own body.”

“Yes, mistress,” the overseer croaked softly, her eyes wet.

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. Still wearing the bathrobe, Sara opened it, admitting a male utility and three drones.

“Good evening, mistress,” said the utility, eyes low.

With practiced speed and robotic precision, the drones stripped off the saturated bedding and began to apply a fresh set. Sara noticed the utility’s gaze settle on Cruz, her heavy breasts and shaved vulva on open display.

Following a sudden impulse, Sara reached down and cupped the utility’s genitals through his trousers. He turned white as her hand moved expertly around his private parts. He was intact, but locked in chastity.

“Too bad,” she whispered into his ear, loud enough for Cruz to hear. “I was hoping maybe you could plug her for me – she seems to be leaking.”

The utility turned bright red and hung his head, humiliated. Cruz began to weep, her chest convulsing with silent sobs.

The drones finished their work and departed with the utility. Sara smiled, advancing on Cruz while lifting her robe to receive cunnalingus from her.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the slave felt her guts churn. She realized that she had broken the one unspoken rule that all slaves have among themselves: never to increase the suffering of another slave – unless explicitly ordered to do so.

Her heart sank, thinking about how she had needlessly humiliated the utility – and she had even enjoyed it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she felt sick. Given the power of a mistress for just a few hours, she had become as cruel and capricious as any that she herself had ever serviced.

Without thinking, she picked up phone to have the utility called back so she could apologize, but she hung up again without speaking a word. It was absurd to even contemplate what she would say to him. She had done an awful thing, and she had no choice but to carry the guilt of it forward – like pain that lingers after a caning.

***

Returning to Helios, Sara did not see House Mistress Cruz for several days – and she was actually glad for it. The game, or whatever it was, had gone too far. She might not have believed it herself a week earlier, but there were some things that she would not trade for an orgasm.

When she looked up at the assignment board and saw that once again it was blank to the right of “2280,” there was no immediate rush of fear. Instead, she felt resigned. She looked towards the dom, waiting for the verbal instructions that she knew would come.

“Sara is to see House Master Gabriel, office five,” she said.

Startled, Sara felt her apprehension beginning to rise. Stepping into the office, Gabriel quickly closed the door behind her. She immediately sensed his agitation, and her fear rose further.

“Strip – naked,” he said.

Gabriel took advantage of the stable sluts as much as every other house master, but he was never demeaning or brusque. In fact, Sara usually regarded him as one of the most sympathetic overseers – willing to listen and not as quick as others to hand out punishment. She could sense none of that in him. He seemed angry – maybe even frightened.

Once she was undressed, Gabriel took a heavy leather collar and fastened it tight around her neck. It was not a costume piece – it was a serious restraint with a built-in choke.

“I don’t know what you did, Sara, but you’re in deep shit,” he said, concentrating on his work.

Next, he fixed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.

To her horror, he attached a leash to her collar, then led her out through the stable, naked except for her restraints. She could feel eyes on her as she walked, head bowed in shame. Other girls glanced at her sideways or looked away altogether. No one spoke. Sara was completely disgraced and terrified, knowing that this type of public humiliation was always a prelude to torture.

They stepped into an elevator and House Master Gabriel pressed the button for Sub-Level 9 – the deepest part of the entire complex.

“Please, master…” Sara began, as soon as the doors slid shut.

“Shut up!” he snapped. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

The slave began to tremble, breathing exercises no longer sufficient to hold back her fear. She could feel the depth pressing down on her. The air turned cold.

The doors parted. She started to hyperventilate. House Master Gabriel tugged firmly on her leash, partially closing the choke around her throat, making her fight even harder for each breath. She was in a dimly lit corridor, walking past black-painted metal doors, each marked with a number stenciled in white. From behind each door, she could hear the sounds of slaves being tortured.

“Please, Master! Please, don’t! Don’t put any more in!” cried a female voice. “Brenda has learned! She won’t ever do it ever again! Please! It hurts so bad! Please!”

The slave’s pleas gave way to high-pitched shrieks, joining the chorus of agony that echoed all around them.

Sara was already feeling lightheaded when Gabriel opened the door to room 15. She could hear her heart pounding and darkness had begun to gather in her peripheral vision.

Yanked through the doorway by her collar, she froze. The room was dark, except for a pool of light centered on a reinforced gynecological examination table. There were anchor points for her wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as thick leather straps to hold her thighs, waist, chest and arms in place.

The table was surrounded on three sides by racks and trays displaying every conceivable means of inflicting pain: whips, paddles, canes, electrical wires with clips and probes, surgical instruments, inflatable plugs, tidy rows of sterilized needs, vacuum cylinders, specula, a pot of glowing coals with branding irons and other things – things that Sara hoped she would never understand.

A mirror hung overhead, so that she would be able to watch everything that was being done to her while she was strapped down on the table.

Shadowy figures stood just beyond the light. One of them, a tall, muscular man, walked towards her, extending his hand to take her leash.

Sara vomited, emptying her stomach onto the concrete floor.

The tall man took the leash from House Master Gabriel.

“Clean that up,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. “Also, bring me a chair.”

Several drones leapt to fulfill his orders – kneeling to mop up Sara’s watery vomit and setting a sturdy metal chair in the pool of light, facing the examination table.

As he stepped out of the shadows, Sara could see the man pulling her along clearly. His skin was dark – nearly black – and his head was shaved. He wore a tailored suit, polished leather shoes and an expensive watch.

He brought her over to the chair.

“Sit down, Sara,” he said.

She obeyed, head low, body quivering with fear.

He took a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and used it to gently dab her chin, cleaning up slimy strings of vomit.

“Have this laundered and returned to my office,” he said, holding it up for a drone who immediately snatched it out of his hand.

Unhurried, he leaned back against the examination table, studying the slave. Feeling nausea welling up inside of her again, Sara sucked air through her teeth in short, shallow breaths.

“Sara, my name is Nigel Westin,” the man said. “I manage the stables here at Helios. I want you to listen very carefully to what I am about to tell you.

“As a house girl, you’re accustomed to the idea that certain parts of your body and certain types of punishment are off-limits for you. Those rules don’t apply to me. I can do anything to any part of you that I decide is necessary.”

Sara choked down an acrid swig of vomit that flooded into her mouth.

“Having said that, I have not brought you here to punish you,” he continued. “Whether or not you go up on this table is entirely up to you. I need you to answer some questions for me, and if you do that honestly and without reservation, I promise that this whole process will be completely painless.

“Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

She managed a faint nod.

“Good,” he smiled. “I’m going to ask you about House Mistress Cruz and the your activities with her over the past several months. Are you going to talk to me about that?”

She nodded again, stronger.

“I’m glad, Sara,” he said. “You’re a pretty girl, and I just hate seeing pretty girls get hurt. Before we start, I want to ask you a different question:

“Are you cold? I’m wearing a wool suit, and I’m freezing down here. This must be extremely uncomfortable for you.”

“Yes, master,” she answered, allowing a small smile to cross her lips.

He nodded, smiling himself.

“House Master Gabriel, please bring Sara a robe and some slippers,” he said, looking out into the darkness. “I think she is going to be a good girl for us.”

***

Sara told him everything that happened in explicit detail. He seemed to already know much of it, and she was fascinated when he showed her photographs and video of her journey from the Helios stable to the guest room in Camelot. Secretly, she was thrilled as she watched herself – not a slave, not a slut – but a carefree, beautiful young woman.

House Mistress Cruz never returned to the stable. Gabriel later told her that Cruz had been fired – which meant that she would no longer serve at Helios and she would have to find another place to work. Sara ventured that there could be worse fates than to be a woman, free, exploring fabulous Las Vegas.

Gabriel laughed.

“You’ve got a pretty easy life, Sara,” he said. “No parents nagging you to finish college, and you never have to figure out how you’re going to pay the rent.”

He opened the door to a luxurious suite at the apex of the pyramid, where the entire starting lineup for the NSU-LV men’s basketball team was waiting for her to arrive. They paid to have the room, and Sara, for the entire night, just so that they could gang-bang her for a few hours ahead of their game against UC La Jolla that evening.

Life begins again with Danielle, Hailey and Melanie joining me.

It was time to move away from home, become a true adult, and figure out who I really needed in my life. The only problem was, every time I thought about the people closest to me, I couldn’t narrow it down.

Danielle had become my best friend. I enjoyed every minute that we hung out, and we shared a lot of things in common. And, of course, she was the only one I knew worked with me in a relationship. She was sexy, and the type of girl any guy would kill for.

Hailey had become so much more than Danielle’s hyper little sister. She was probably the sexiest girl I’d ever met, but she was also intelligent, crafty, and extremely fun. The few times I spent alone with her had proven to be fantastic, and she seemed like she could be just as much wifey material as Danielle.

Melanie had gone on and off the radar, mostly because I felt guilty bringing in a third girl. But, every time she was around, our chemistry was unquestionable. Every time we touched was pure passion. She had a way of moving between chill and sexy very quickly. She also loved watching sports with me, and I felt like I could spend so much time with her without getting bored.

There had been many times over the years that I had jokingly said we should all move to Utah and live happily ever after. Most of the time, it had just been for the joke, and never really seriously entered my brain. But, the more I struggled to make a choice, the more I started to toy with the idea in my head. Could I possibly get all three girls to move with me? It didn’t even have to be Utah – there was no law against living with three women. I spent more than a few nights thinking about it.

Would they go for it? Danielle would obviously be the hardest sell, but did Hailey and Melanie even want to share me indefinitely, and possibly forever? Did they want to live around other girls? Did either Hailey or Danielle want to live with a sister, and possibly be continuously intimate together? This wasn’t going to be easy, but I hadn’t ever stopped myself from being greedy before in this situation. I decided to broach the subject with one at a time, starting with the one I thought would take least convincing.

…

“I haven’t seen you in a bit” Melanie smiled from her seat next to me on the couch. “I thought you were about to go off with Danielle or Hailey forever.”

I had asked Melanie to hang out, and she didn’t hesitate to accept. That’s how it usually went with her.

“I decided I’m not really ready to do that” I replied. I touched the couch on either side of my thighs, and shifted a bit uncomfortably.

“Really?” Melanie asked, and I noticed her whole attitude had perked up pretty instantly. “Are you…done with one? Both?”

“No” I chuckled lightly. “I’m sure both of them think I’m coming back with my final decision shortly or something. I kind of had other ideas though.”

Melanie looked at me with a mixture of true curiosity, and held back excitement.

“I want you to listen to what I’m about to suggest, and I need you to really think about this seriously” I started. My heart was pounding, and Melanie was already leaning more and more forward by the second. “You’re the first person I’m asking, so even if you’re cool with my idea, there’s no guarantee it will happen. But, I would like to move away from this city and get a fresh start on life.”

Melanie had to hold herself back from asking questions each time I finished a sentence or thought. I could see the wheels turning in her brain as I explained.

“I want you, Hailey and Danielle to come with me and live with me” I finally got to the point. As I finished the sentence, Melanie was already latched on tightly to me. She embraced me in a long, excited hug.

“Think about this seriously though Melanie” I continued. “You won’t have me to yourself. I’m prepared to do this forever, if it works out. You’ll be around Hailey and Danielle a lot. I’m sure we’ll all be together a lot. This is a really unconventional thing I’m suggesting here.”

“You’re right” she responded, seeming to sober up just slightly at my careful reminders. “But, until tonight, I was dealing with the thought of never being with you again. Possibly never even seeing you again. I’m crazy about you. Sexually and otherwise. I think it would be a blast! I love Hailey and Danielle is cool. I’m sure you and me will go watch football games when they’re busy doing something else. I also wasn’t even sure what I was going to do now that I’ve graduated. This seems as good as any plan I had. I’ll go look for a job wherever we go.”

I took a deep breath and hugged her strongly. One out of three, albeit the easiest to convince, was out of the way. Danielle and Hailey’s reactions separated me from my dream scenario.

“We’re still a long way from reality” I said. “Hailey might go along with it, possibly. Danielle is going to be really tough.”

“Go to Hailey” Melanie said. “We all work well together. If she’s game, let’s meet back here and figure out how we’ll go after Danielle’s approval.”

For the first time that I could remember, Melanie and I hung out and didn’t fuck. There were much more important things at stake, and if successful, there would be plenty of time for that in the near future.

“Good luck” Melanie said as I gave her a kiss goodbye. It sounded like she meant it as much for her sake as for mine.

…

“Have you come to tell me it’s Danielle?” Hailey asked skeptically. She was dressed in a tank top and cheer shorts, legs together and pulled in on her bed.

“Why do you think that was my decision?” I asked. I had texted Hailey not long after leaving Melanie’s that we should get together and talk. She told me Danielle was out, so that I could come over without worrying.

“Because I’ve gotten to know you over the years” she responded, a sad smile on her face. “You’re nice. Maybe too nice sometimes. You’re the kind of person who will choose to do the least harm. You don’t want to destroy my sister.”

She grabbed Larry, the huge stuffed dog that I won her at the school carnival a while back, and held him. I don’t know if she had a plan in place in case I really was telling her this was it.

“It’s not that simple” I told her. “i’ve grown to care so much about you. And Danielle. And Melanie. All this time, I’ve been trying to make a decision that I don’t know if I can even make.”

“So…what? Utah?” she asked, in a tone that seemed sarcastic, if not a bit hopeful.

“Well, kind of” I responded. Hailey raised an eyebrow and sic’ed her hypnotic eyes on me. “I want to move out of this town. But, I want you all to come with me. I want you and Danielle and Melanie to all live with me.”

Hailey looked at me for a few seconds, then looked every which way, trying to process things. I knew I didn’t have to explain all of the complexities I tossed out to Melanie. Hailey was sharp with this sort of thing, and was processing everything as we sat there.

“So, you want to live with us…forever?” she finally asked, working through things.

“If it all works out, definitely” I responded. “You’re my favorite three people in the world. And you’re all so different. You all bring fun and excitement to my life. I know you probably want me to yourself, but I’m sure we’ll get those moments. Everyone is going to find work and there will be plenty of time for normal. I just don’t want to lose any of you. I really can’t imagine my life without Hailey.”

That brought a smile to her face. Just as she seemed to be coming around fully, she stopped.

“You haven’t asked Danielle yet, have you?” she asked suddenly.

“No” I said, and the soberness brought my mood down. As I had accurately predicted so far, Melanie was all too willing, and Hailey was going to come around and go for it. But, I always knew it would come down to one person.

“I’m not sure she’s going to do it” Hailey said. “And then what?”

I paused. It was a good question. At that point, I could either stay with just Danielle, or go off with Hailey and Melanie. Danielle also might make the decision super easy by dumping me after hearing the question.

“Melanie said we should plan at her place if you were okay with the idea” I finally responded.

“We should go now then” Hailey said, in a serious tone by her standards. “We’re going to need time to plan.”

…

That night, Melanie, Hailey and I set up camp in Melanie’s room. We bought food and drinks, but this was no party. On a normal night, we’d already be naked. But, this was about making the future come together.

“So the way I see it” I started, finishing up a drink of Gatorade. “The only way this is going to work is if Danielle feels like she’s the most important part of this equation.”

Hailey and Melanie munched on some chips as I stood at a small whiteboard that Melanie had found in her closet.

“She has to feel like she’s the favorite, and that you two are there because you bring important things to the table” I continued.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to go into this with half truths?” Hailey asked. “We’ve been skirting around being straight up for a while now. If we’re going to go live together, shouldn’t it be with the full truth out there?”

“You bring up a good point” Melanie interjected. “But he’s right, too. Danielle is never going to go along with this as a third or fourth wheel. I’m all for being honest, but it needs to be delicate honesty.”

“For sure” I followed up. “Danielle needs to feel special. She probably needs to hear that me and her will have our alone time. If we’re going to get her to go along, that’s our only route.”

We were all pretty much in agreement. After some silence, I picked back up.

“You guys know that if she says yes, we’re going to be looking for a place soon?” I threw out with some excitement and anxiousness. “It’s very grown up. But, with four people, how affordable would that be? It could really be a fun situation.”

“It would be amazing, but let’s not go there yet” Hailey said. She was clearly the most skeptical that we could convince Danielle. After all, it was her sister, and she knew her well.

“I can’t wait any longer” Melanie said, grabbing my hand. “I love the both of you. I want you in my life, always. If she says no…”

Melanie was about to cry. She had also just said she loved us. It wasn’t really something any of us had thrown out there directly yet. Hailey and I came to her comfort, and the three of us group hugged.

“I love you both too” Hailey said. She was trembling slightly in the embrace. She was scared of it not coming together. These relationships had been cultivating for years now, and the prospects of it all being done wasn’t something they wanted to face. I didn’t either.

“I…” I finally said after a pause. “I love you girls. You mean the world to me.”

My shirt had been soaked through from the tears of both girls as they cried on either of my shoulders. This really did feel like the all or nothing moment. Years of sexual passion, but also getting to know each other, had brought us here. And, one bad response from Danielle would set the whole situation on fire. Hailey was right – I didn’t know if I had it in me to destroy Danielle if she put an “it’s me or nothing” ultimatum out there.

…

The three of us decided it was best to all go together. Danielle was going to need some reassuring, and that could only really come from every party being present. I told Danielle that we needed to discuss something important, and we arranged the next night for it to take place.

The four of us sat around Danielle and Hailey’s family’s living room. There was a lot of awkward silence, and the exchanging of little pleasantries, as Danielle awaited what she figured to be a life changing conversation.

“So, what’s on your mind?” Danielle finally asked. I looked down and noticed her hands were shaking slightly. Everybody in the room seemed to exchange deep breaths. Then, I had to get into it.

“Danielle, you’re the most important person in my life” I started. Hailey and Melanie nodded – we had already agreed this was the right way to start. “I’m sorry that I’ve put you through these awkward situations over the years. You’ve really been incredible in sticking by me, and accepting the oddities. I…I have one more to ask of you.”

Danielle studied me. It was almost like she was trying to guess the words before they came out, and then measured whatever she heard. This was one of the few times she was holding a lot of the power. It was her desire to stick with me that led her to accepting my behaviors. But, she held the cards to throw a major wrench in the future here.

“I’m ready to get out of here” I continued. “I’m ready to move on, get my own place, and find my future. The only problem is I’m not ready to lose any of you. I want you all to come move with me, and live with me. We can all start a fun life in our new city.”

I couldn’t get a read on Danielle’s face. Sometimes, it looked like she was about to get angry. Others, it looked like she was contemplating my words. Finally, she started.

“Where, Utah?” she asked. It looked like she might start yelling, but then she calmed down. “All this time, I thought this was eventually going to stop. I thought it would just be us.”

“I know” I said sympathetically. I knew this was my one shot at an explanation to win her over. “When we were all younger, I thought this all might be a phase, too. But, I really do genuinely care about all of you. Each of you brings happiness to my life. It’s not like we’d never get time to ourselves. But, I have feelings for all of you, and I don’t want to hide that.”

I didn’t really like the look on Danielle’s face. It seemed like she was holding in emotions. It felt like she was leaning towards no.

“Think about it sis” Hailey suddenly chimed in. “We really do get along so well most of the time. We could spend so much more time together. Plus – you hate cooking, right? Leave it to me. Fantastic meals every night. Healthy ones!”

“Plus, I know he bores you with those college football games” Melanie spoke up too now. “That’s my wheelhouse. No use being forced to do something you hate.”

Danielle seemed a bit more intrigued by Hailey’s offerings to cook than Melanie’s offerings to take me to herself to watch something I liked. Danielle had accepted her sister much more than Melanie over the years, and that connection was my biggest fear.

“Also I have money” Melanie blurted out from nowhere.

Everybody paused and looked at each other, and then towards her. We had all talked about getting jobs in the new place, but none of us were working now. We had all recently finished school. Everybody was getting their life in order. The thoughts of major loans was scary, when none of us had guaranteed work.

“I used to work summers with my dad” she explained. “He paid me well, and I never spent any of it. It could give us a buffer until we got consistent work.”

“That’s so nice of you” Hailey said, hugging her friend. I looked over at Melanie with a gracious smile. Danielle watched, and seemed to get a sense of how much we all really did mean to each other. That this wasn’t all about keeping two sex dolls around the house with her, but to actually have a life with people who meant everything to me.

Danielle got up, went into the kitchen, and got some water. The three of us looked around with darting eyes as we waited for her to say something.

“Can I think about it?” she said after a lengthy silence. “All these years, I always had it pictured that it would just be the two of us. This is hard to wrap my head around. I’m not saying no, but I’d really like to make sure I give it fair thought.”

“Of course” I said, getting up and going over to Danielle to give her a kiss. “I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind. But I think it would be an amazing time for all of us. I don’t picture my future without you in it.”

“Think about it sis” Hailey said, embracing her sister next. “We’d have a lot of fun away from the parents.”

“I’d enjoy becoming closer to you” Melanie offered last. The tension between her and Danielle had softened since the money gesture. Danielle said goodnight to us all and went into her room.

…

That night, Hailey, Melanie and I stayed in Melanie’s bed. There were no sexual advances. I laid on my back, and held each of them in an arm. We were nervous, and we didn’t sleep much. We talked, nodded off for a little bit, and talked again.

The next morning, we awoke with a jolt from the vibration of a phone. There was a text message from Danielle.

“I’m open to this arrangement. But, I’m curious what the details will be. Why don’t you guys decide on a location and find a place? If Melanie is fronting most of the money, it should mostly be up to her, with regards to the house. If you find something tempting, let me know, and we can discuss it.”

There were shrieks of excitement from the girls as they finished reading the message.

“Let’s get dressed and go!” Melanie squealed. “Let’s find something today!”

“Where are we even going?” Hailey asked with a giggle. It was all smiles now.

“We will figure that out” I said, before embracing the two of them. “The only thing that matters is we get to stay together. I’m so excited.”

We all embraced for a while, before finally breaking it.

“This is the first time it feels like we’re all approved for everything we do” Melanie said. “Technically, we’re together too now” she teased Hailey. Before I knew what was happening, Hailey and Melanie were kissing. The two held each other, and kissed deeply as their chests rubbed together. It was Hailey who dropped her hand into Melanie’s bottoms first, rubbing at her clit and forcing some moans from her mouth. The passion boiled over quickly, and soon they were naked.

“Ah ah” Hailey said teasingly and held up her hand as I started to approach. “You’ll have to get used to this. You can’t always just break up our lesbian habits right away” she continued with a sly grin. Then, the two turned back towards each other, moved their lower halves into position, and started to trib in front of me. They held onto each other as they grinded their pussies together, clit finding clit, and moans starting to pick up. My erection was ready to break out of my shorts, but I decided to let them continue to go at it.

“Whoever doesn’t cum gets to fuck” I tossed out, and that changed the girls approach. They focused on trying to shift more pressure on the other’s clit, while minimizing it on their own. They wrestled for power, and whoever got on top grinded down sensually into the other.

“Just cum already so I can fuck that cock” Melanie said, with the upper hand at the moment. Hailey was beneath her, writhing a bit, but doing everything to keep her composure. She reached up and teased Melanie’s breasts, and that was enough to distract her and change the balance. Hailey rolled on top of Melanie and rubbed her pussy back and forth on Melanie’s clit.

“Cum bitch” she said teasingly, and then kissed Melanie again. Then she put her hand on her neck playfully, but enough to prove her point, and held her against the mattress. “It doesn’t matter if you’re getting dominated by him or me, it always makes you cum doesn’t it? You can’t hold it, so just let it go. Cum so I can get that cock.”

“No” Melanie shrieked and squealed from beneath her. Her nipples were rock hard and her neck was getting red. “No no no no FUCK” she cried out as she came violently, her hips bucked and her legs shook against Hailey. Hailey got off and gave her clit a quick kiss, looking down triumphantly.

“Now your prize” I said, jumping onto the bed and tackling Hailey onto her stomach. Instantly, I stuffed my cock into her pussy from behind and started to pump her deep.

“Oh fucking fuck” Hailey moaned and half screamed. I gripped Hailey’s hair and pulled it back as I started to pound her from behind, creaming her g-spot again and again.

“Only one person truly dominates here” I grinned as I tugged Hailey’s hair more. Her back arched and I slapped her ass.

“Holy fucking shit” Hailey screamed and came. She had already been built up from her play with Melanie, and her pussy squirted on my cock from the constant g-spot hits and from how wet she was. Melanie came over and started to lick her clit, eagerly eating Hailey as I drilled in and out as deep as ever. My hands reached around and played with her breasts, cupping them back against her body as I grinded myself inside her. Melanie moved from licking Hailey’s clit to sucking on my balls, giving each one tender little pops in her mouth while I fucked Hailey’s tight opening.

“Oh fuck” I moaned from the combination of Hailey’s tight pussy and Melanie’s mouth work.

“Yeah that’s it, he can’t resist us” Hailey said. “Keep sucking those balls. Make him nut deep in this pussy.”

Melanie nodded and moaned, her mouth full of my balls, as I felt her tongue wrap lightly around each one. The sensations were insane. I grabbed a hold of Hailey’s body, trying to keep in control of things even as these two worked me as well as I’d ever been touched. I curled my toes to try to hold back, but my cock was quickly stiffening inside Hailey and there was no holding back.

“Yes, here it comes” Hailey said excitedly. “Here he cums. Do it, baby. Shoot that load so deep in my pussy. Unload it all. I want every drop.”

She reached back and rubbed my arm as I built inside her. I felt Melanie switch from one ball to the other, tongue flicking ever so gently against the underside, and I exploded. I grunted as I shot hot cum in incredible waves deep into Hailey’s depths. Melanie giggled and held onto my legs as my balls moved in her mouth, each contraction equaling another thick load of cum in Hailey’s pussy. I emptied everything I had inside her, and then pulled from her depths. Melanie took a few licks at her freshly pounded opening, and then kissed Hailey in front of me.

I was never more sure I had made the right call.

…

There were a few cities I had been looking at while I thought about leaving. Most were at least a few hours away, and in different states. The three of us agreed on an area, and called a real estate agent while we were in the car. Finally, we got a hold of a really nice agent who agreed to show us around that afternoon.

The first place we saw was an apartment. The area was nice, but it felt small for four people. Not only that, but having attached neighbors scared me. This whole process was meant so we could get wild. I didn’t want any noise complaints. We had all dealt with the limitations of living with family for far too long.

“This is the best you’re going to find in your range for an actual stand alone house” the real estate agent told us as we pulled up to a decent sized place in a small community. We were told the place was affordable because it wasn’t around any schools and it was somewhat far away from most things to do. In my mind, those were fine drawbacks. I’d rather have a good place, and be forced to spend time in the house.

“How many are looking to move in?” the agent asked. “Because there’s only two bedrooms, and I see three of you.”

“Oh, uh” I started. “Well, those two are dating, so we probably only need two bedrooms.”

Hailey and Melanie nodded and held hands. The agent chuckled, and proceeded to show us the place. It looked pretty cozy. There was a nice kitchen that overlooked the living room. The two bedrooms were down a hall from the living room. Importantly, the master bedroom was big, and the master bathroom had a nice tub and shower. It seemed like it had everything we needed.

The more things became real, the less any of us wanted to wait. We sent Danielle pictures of everything, and told her the details. We drove home later that night, and had already made an offer.

…

“You got it?” I asked, as Melanie and I brought in one of the tables from her old room. A few weeks had passed, and our offer had been accepted. Each of us had bid farewell to our families, with limited details on what exactly our specific arrangement was going to be. It was move in day, and I had never been more excited.

“Television and internet up and running!” Hailey said from the new couch in the living room.

“Everything really does look great” Danielle said, looking around the newly assembled kitchen. ‘Anybody else starving?”

“Leave it to me!” Hailey said, jumping up from the couch. “I promised meals for everybody. Let’s stock this place up!”

The four of us went to the local grocery store, and spent a good hour buying all our favorite items. Melanie made sure she had her favorite cereal on hand. Hailey was already working on her new chocolate stash. Danielle found a few of her favorite pastas. There was something fun about stocking up a new home with food, and it was liberating without parents being around for once.

“To our new lives” I said, proposing a toast when we had made it back home. Glasses clung together and wide smiles prevailed on everyone’s face.

“It’s a little overwhelming, isn’t it?” Melanie said. “We can really do whatever the heck we want. Come and go whenever. Wear whatever.”

“Wear whatever…WOO” Hailey said, tossing off her shirt, cooking in just her bra. Everybody laughed, even Danielle. It seemed she had come to terms with this, and that was good for everybody’s sake.

After dinner, all of us went over to the couch, and put on whatever sitcoms we could find. It had been such a great day, and all we wanted to do was laugh. I laid down across the middle and Danielle quickly took her place laying on me. Hailey went around to the right side and had me lay on her. Just eager to be part of the group, Melanie laid on the floor in front of me, and I put one arm over her shoulder. It wasn’t the most conventional position, but it was something we were going to have to get used to.

…

After an hour or so of snuggling, I yawned and stirred a bit. “Okay, it’s been a long day, and I need to clean up.”

“Look how big it is!” Danielle said as we all went into the master bathroom, and for once, it wasn’t in reference to me. Everybody was awestruck by the bath tub. It was nearly a jacuzzi, with a huge sitting space, and whirlpool settings.

“We have to try this out” I said, making sure the water was the right temperature before starting to fill it up. Within minutes, clothes littered the floor. Bras were all over the place, and I took my seat surrounded by three of the sexiest girls I knew. There were a lot of hungry eyes, all of a sudden.

“You two do the honors” Melanie said, pointing to me and Danielle.

“Even though you made this possible?” Danielle clarified.

“Hey, I’ve got Hailey” Melanie giggled and pulled Hailey in for a kiss. Danielle smiled and then looked at me with a smile that I hadn’t seen in a while. It was almost as if she was saying, this is actually going to work out just fine.

Danielle and I hadn’t been together in a while. She quickly climbed into my lap, and sat herself right down on my cock. My thickness stretched her walls apart as she let herself sink down until it disappeared. Then, she quickly went to work riding me, head thrown back and moans quickly filling the room. It seemed the situation had brought her passion back. She reached under the water to rub her clit as water threatened to splash out around the tub.

Hailey and Melanie were going at it, themselves. Hailey had Melanie’s back rested against her chest, as Melanie spread her legs across a strong jet. With the water current taking aim at her clit, it was less than a minute before Melanie came hard, squealing and writhing against Hailey. Hailey pinched Melanie’s nipples, moving her body back and forth against the jet, making her friend and new lover fuck the water.

Satisfied for now, Melanie broke off to start to help Danielle and I. She started to suck on Danielle’s nipples, as she bounced heavily on my cock. Hailey hadn’t had her turn yet, but quickly spread her legs across her sister’s mouth. Danielle moaned into Hailey’s pussy, and then started to suck on her clit, tongue fucking her sister, while my hands reached out to spank Hailey’s ass.

“Fuck” – I could barely tell who was cumming until I felt it, as Danielle’s pussy spasmed and contracted violently on my cock. She had been brought over the edge with my cock buried inside her, with Melanie’s tongue on her nipples, and Hailey’s pussy in her face. The powerful orgasm took a lot out of her, and she now held onto the tub wall behind her to try to stay upright.

“Let’s all take the first load” Danielle said, a bit glazed over from her orgasm. But, she got off me, and the three girls eagerly crowded around me as I sat on the side of the tub. Hailey rubbed my balls, Melanie rubbed the sensitive frenulum area, and Danielle pumped my shaft strongly. Each of them sent their free hands over my body, from my legs to my chest to my face.

“Give it to us!” Melanie called out as she felt my tip tensing. They all moved their beautiful faces towards my cock, and soon three different hands were pumping my shaft together.

“Fuck” I grunted as I started to unload. Huge ropes of cum shot out, and each girl took shots on her face before the next moved in for more. Watching each of their gorgeous faces get painted by my cock caused one of the more intense orgasms of my life. Soon, each girl was covered, and using their fingers and tongues to lick it off.

…

Fortunately, the master bedroom had a king sized mattress. But, even at its size, it wasn’t enough to fit the four of us, especially if any of us wanted sleep.

“You guys take it” Melanie offered.

“No, we should at least go two and two” Hailey said.

“This one is so much bigger” Melanie continued. “If I get lonely, I’ll come in.”

“We should all at least be in this room” I said. “Let’s bring in the air mattress, and we’ll figure out something better tomorrow.”

And like that, I went to bed with Danielle on one side, and Hailey on the other. Melanie happily slept next to us on the air mattress we brought in case there wasn’t enough room.

…

A few hours later, I awoke, trying to get ahold of who was where. I was turned towards Hailey, spooned up against her. Danielle was spooning towards me, and her arm was wrapped tightly around my chest. It was actually pretty cozy.

Just as my eyes shut again, and I started to feel sleepy, I felt a slight movement of the mattress. A hand reached out and touched my cock, but I didn’t know whose it was. The cover was slightly raised on Hailey’s side, so I figured it was her, until I felt a mouth plunge down my cock. My eyes widened, and I looked under the covers to try to see what was going on.

As if expecting my intrigue, Melanie briefly touched her phone to provide a little light. She had crawled under the covers, between Hailey’s legs, and was sucking my cock. She winked and then let her phone go black again. She was taking me deeper than usual, and her fingers consistently rubbed my balls. I had to do everything to keep my breathing even, but my hands, which were already on Hailey, moved to her breasts. I swear I could see her facial muscles move into a smile when I touched her, and I wondered if she had voluntarily moved her legs for Melanie in the first place.

Melanie was really going to town, determined to get a load for herself tonight. She moved back and forth quickly, but as lightly as possible, trying not to move the bed. Her tongue circled my head and flicked up and down the sensitive underside of the head. Her fingers continued to gently touch and fondle my balls as her tongue dragged every which way. I grab Hailey’s breasts more desperately, and she slowly reached back to touch my face. Seconds later, my load was rocketing down Melanie’s throat, as her hand rubbed my thigh appreciatively. She swallowed every drop, made her way back between Hailey’s legs, and blew me a kiss before returning to her air mattress.

What a first day and night in my new life.

Sonia’s body shuddered in ecstasy as her daughter, Molly, licked and sucked on her stiff, pink clitoris. Hope, Bridgette, Sharon, Robin and I stood watching in awe what must have been my wife’s sixth or seventh orgasm. Robin was stroking my erect penis with one hand as she played with her own wet pussy with the other. Hope and Bridgette fondled each other as they watched, and Sharon’s middle finger moved rhythmically in and out of her own anus.

As Sonia’s body relaxed and the shaking subsided, Molly’s tongue made a few languid circles around Sonia’s puckered asshole. Then Molli sat up, grinned up at the circle of onlookers, licked her lips like a satisfied cat and said, “My mom has the best tasting pussy and bottom ever!”

After a few minutes, Sonia and Molly headed off to the shower together, and the rest of us sat on the living room floor talking over what was to come.

“It’s interesting that Sonia got so upset about the idea of having Molly make love to her, but she enjoyed the actual experience so much.”

“I think I know the answer to that,” I responded. “Sonia had relations with her own father and mother, as well as her sisters and brother, but she was forced. Even though she felt pleasure in many of her experiences, she also felt tremendous guilt, so the prospect of having sex with her own daughter brought back all the old feelings. She really has quite a story to tell if she will!”

“Well,” Bridgette chimed in, “Molly surely doesn’t have any problems with guilt! She’ll try anything, and she just loves it if it’s sexy and feels good. I know from experience!”

“Hmm, you’ll have to tell us all about it one of these days,” Hope said.

Molly and Sonia returned from the bathroom, still naked and damp from their shower.

“I’ve been thinking…” Sonia began hesitantly.

“Yes?” Hope answered encouragingly.

“Well, today has been quite an eye-opener for me. You guys have definitely showed me some things about myself and about my family. I was just thinking that since Molly has been so loving and giving to me, I probably should return the favor.”

“That’s interesting!” Robin exclaimed. “We were just talking about the same thing. Great minds must run around in the same circles.”

We all laughed.

“Molly, would you like for your mom to lick you?” Hope queried.

Molly looked lovingly at her mother. “If you’d like to, Mommy, I would love it!”

Molly lay down on her back and spread her legs apart. Hope immediately took one of her ankles and Robin the other, lifting her legs up until her puss and her bottom were fully on display.

Sonia lay down on her stomach and ran her tongue up and down Molly’s pink pussy lips. She licked slowly, savoring the juices that were already oozing from Molly’s spread hole.
Molli moaned in delight as her mother’s tongue made circles around her clit and then delved once again into her puss, moving in and out, fucking her like a miniature cock.

“OOOH, Mommy, that feels so good,” Molly groaned. Her pussy spasmed as she began to orgasm, and her juices flowed even more copiously. Sharon knelt down on one side of Molli and Bridgette on the other, and each took an engorged reddish-pink nipple in her mouth and began to lick and suck as Sonia began to lick Molly’s clit again. Hope and Robin were caressing Molly’s legs and feet. It didn’t take long before Molly began to shake with orgasm for a second time as the four women stroked and suckled her.

No one stopped as Molly settled down after coming. They continued to suck and lick and play.

“Mommy, would you PLEASE lick my bottom hole?” Molly breathed passionately. “It’s nice and sweet after you washed it in the shower! Your finger felt so nice up inside me!”

Sonia complied immediately. Her tongue made its journey from Molly’s clitoris down to her anus slowly, licking every inch of sweet flesh in between. Molly moaned when her mother’s tongue began to lap her asshole. Sonia pursed her lips and kissed Molli’s exposed hole tenderly, and then resumed licking with the flat of her tongue, thoroughly bathing her daughter’s little rosebud.

“Oh, mom, oh please, put your tongue inside me. Fuck my little asshole!”

Sonia pointed her tongue and licked in little circles around the pink hole, teasing Molly.

“Inside, inside, oh please,” Molly pleaded, and Sonia pushed her tongue deep into Molly’s rectum. Molly squealed with pleasure as Sonia’s tongue fucked in and out of her anus. Molli’s hand moved to her pussy and became a blur as she rubbed her clit vigorously.

“Oh, God, Mom, I love that!” Molly shouted. “I’m gonna come again!” And she did, shaking and shivering and calling out to her mother not to stop.

Ten minutes later, Hope said, “We have to go home pretty soon, but we have two more things in store for you, Sonia!”

“Oh no! What now?” Sonia asked.

“You’ll see!” Hope replied, laughing. “OK, everyone get in position, just like we planned.” All the girls and I stood up and lined up one behind the other with our legs about shoulder width apart and a couple of feet separating each one in line.

“Get on your hands and knees, Sonia! You have to run the gauntlet! You have to stop as you go under the legs of each of us and get a spanking, ten spanks each. When you get all the way through, you’re almost done!”

Hope was first in line. Sonia crawled between her spread legs, and stopped as Hope spanked her bottom, slapping one cheek and then the other. After administering ten slaps to each buttock, Hope said, “Next,” and Sonia crawled to Bridgette and stopped between her legs.

Bridgette administered ten mild swats, using both hands at the same time. She tickled Sonia’s anus with her fingertip for a moment and said, “OK, next.”

Now it was my turn. My wife crawled between my legs. He bottom was bright pink and I could see that her pussy was wet. I spanked her bottom, using just one hand and then pushed my finger in and out of her puss for a moment. She moaned and spread her legs a bit further apart. After a moment I said, “Next,” and Sonia crawled on back to Sharon.

Now I got out of line, as Hope and Bridgette had before me, and stood watching to see what Sharon would do. She bent over and licked one of Sonia’s bottom cheeks and then gave it a firm slap. Sonia squealed. Sharon repeated the treatment nine more times, pulled Sonia’s bottom apart, licked her hole and then finger fucked Sonia’s asshole for a minute.

Robin was next in line, and after administering her swats, Robin put one finger up Sonia’s bottom and two in her pussy, moving them in and out rapidly, while her thumb made circles on Sonia’s clit. By now Sonia’s puss was dripping wet, and she crawled over to her daughter, Molly, who was the last in line.

“I always wanted to give you a spanking, Mom, and by the way, you never spanked me anywhere near as much as I would have liked. Molly had the ruler and gave Sonia her ten swats with a loud smacking noise and squeals and exclamations from her mother. When she was done, Molly picked up a bottle of massage oil she had set next to her and began to rub it generously on her mother’s red bottom. After a while, Molly’s fingers moved to her mother’s anus, and she inserted first one finger and then two as she fucked Sonia in the asshole.

After a few minutes, Sonia reached back and began to rub her clit, her hand sometimes straying back to feel her daughter’s fingers moving in and out of her anus. Molly removed her fingers for a moment and her mother inserted her middle finger into her own bottom. She moved her finger in and out, fucking herself, and moved her finger in circles when it was buried as deeply inside as she could get it.

Hope walked over with a blue vibrator she had taken from her purse and handed it to Molly. “Put this up her bottom and see how it fits,” Hope grinned.

Molly slowly inserted the dildo in Sonia’s bottom and then turned the vibrator on. Sonia squirmed and moaned as the blue penis tickled her insides.

After a few minutes, Molly said, “OK, I think she’s ready now! Daddy, you get to be the grand finale. We all want to watch you love Mom in her bottom.

I looked questioningly at Sonia; she smiled and nodded. As Molly and Bridgette helped Sonia to her feet and led her into our bedroom, Hope and Sharon each took one of my hands and we followed behind. In the bedroom, the girls had me lay on my back on the bed. Hope crawled up on the bed and began to kiss my lips. I looked over at Sonia, Molly and Bridgette and saw that they were alternately kissing each other, their hands caressing breasts, bottoms and pussies.

Sharon and Robin got on the bed with Hope and me and began to play with my penis, then licking and sucking it as Hope and I continued to kiss, our tongues entwined. Finally Sharon and Robin began to take turns licking my balls and sucking on my shaft until I was rock-hard and not that far from coming.

Molly and Bridgette brought Sonia over to the bed and had her watch the women loving me. Molly rubbed more oil into Sonia’s anus, and then all the women got up and stood around the bed as Sonia climbed onto the bed with me.

Sonia stood over me, facing forward and then squatted, pulling her cheeks apart as she did. When she was in position, I placed the head of my penis on her bottom hole and began to rub it gently around her anus. I did not try to insert it; I knew from previous experience, this needed to be her timing, not mine.

Sonia pressed down and I felt the tip of my cock slide inside of her bottom. She stopped and just let it rest there, getting used to the fullness of it. Then she pressed down a bit more, stopping with every half inch or so until my penis was completely engulfed in her bottom. She waited some time, with me completely inside of her and then began to raise and lower herself, riding my hard penis. She raised up until just the head was inside and then lowered bottom to take me completely inside again.

Around the bed, the other women were watching raptly as my cock disappeared into Sonia’s bottom, and then reappeared only to disappear again. All five of them were playing with themselves as they watched. Finally Molly got on the bed on her knees and bent down to lick her mother’s pussy and suck her clit as my penis moved in and out of Sonia’s bottom.

And suddenly, I felt my step daughter’s warm, moist mouth on my balls and then her tongue, licking softly. Now her mouth was gone and her mother moaned in pleasure as Molly licked her; now her mouth was back caressing me. I felt Sonia’s anus contract as she began to come and felt my own orgasm begin. The women around the bed were moaning wildly in the throes of their own orgasms, and then Sonia raised up off of my penis and moved back to straddle my stomach. And then my cock was in Molly’s mouth and I was coming and Molly was swallowing. My wife got off of me and took my penis out of Molly’s mouth and began to suck on me. Molly’s smooth lips and tongue caressed my testicles once again.

After everyone had cleaned up and dressed, there were hugs and kisses all around as our guests departed for their own homes. We all assured each other that this certainly would not be our last adventure together.

Sonia and I slept that night snuggled in each other’s arms, closer than we had ever been before.

This concludes the series entitled Aerobic Spank. I hope you have enjoyed reading my fantasy (based, in some part, on actual events) as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Watch for Sonia’s Story and Bridgette’s Story in the near future!

The moonlight coming in through his window was enough to tell Conner something was wrong. There was someone in his bed with him, moving. On instinct he jumped out of his bed and flipped the light switch, revealing his sister Selena. Her dark hair was draped around her green eyes, and falling down to the middle of her shoulders. She was under the covers, but Conner had a very distinct memory of her nude body. Just a few hours ago he had given her the orgasm of a lifetime, joining in for one of his own. Now he swore, realizing that he had lost control long enough for her to see and feel what was happening. He realized he was as naked as she was, and his ten-inch cock was sticking out in front of him. Selena’s eyes were glued to his manhood, though she looked at him when he swore.
“ What, not used to waking up next to a naked girl before? You should get used to it with that new body of yours. Have you had that monster the whole time or is that new too?” her singsong voice was seductive and angry at the same time. She knew he had used her, and then not used her. But she couldn’t know that he controlled her mind, made her strip and then had pleasured her for almost two hours. Conner sighed.
“ Yeah, its all knew. But you’ll never know how or what. Now get the FUCK out of my room, or I’ll call mom and dad. You helped with what happened yesterday, I’m sure of it. Your lucky I didn’t fuck you and get you pregnant!” Now that he was awake he was pissed. She had helped destroy his life and today he would try and get his vengeance, but this wasn’t the start he wanted. She got out of his bed, looking at him and walking to him. One moment he was looking into her eyes with hate, the next her arms were around his neck and her tongue was deep in his throat. Conner tried to protest but she shoved her tongue back down his throat, kissing him passionately. He tried to push her away, not wanting to hurt her at first. Then he shoved her off of him and back onto the bed. She looked at him with a smirk.
“ So you’ll do everything but kiss me and fuck me, huh? Wait till I tell them.” With that she started towards the door. Halfway there he intercepted her and pulled her into a kiss. She didn’t resist, kissing him as she had before, her tongue dancing with his in a frantic dance. Conner picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid down on top of her, his cock harder than diamond at the realization it was mashed into his sister’s sex. The siblings kissed frantically, Selena overcome by the need for her brother’s cock and Conner in need of a distraction. After a while she calmed down, her mind rewired to believe that her reality was a dream. Conner kissed his sister once more before putting her to sleep. He then carried her naked body to her room, creeping by his parents’ room to Selena’s. When he laid her in her bed, her arms were still wrapped around his neck. He kissed her again and unwrapped them. He left the room quietly, shutting her door and stopping. He went to his parents’ door he listened, hearing the frantic moans of sex. He quickly went to his room, crawling between the sheets and reaching out.

Jenny Evans was overcome with need, making out with her husband with a burning energy. His cock never quite satisfied her, but his stamina meant he lasted longer than ten men. When she stripped out of her robe, she broke the kiss and crouched on the floor, wrapping her lips around her lover’s six-inch cock. She sucked and swirled her tongue around his throbbing head, feeling the heat from his organ in her throat. He placed his hands on the back of her head and pushed, forcing her down onto his member. She moaned, knowing he wanted this as much as she did. Finally she felt his cock throb and tighten, knowing his cum would be shot straight into her throat.
The first rope hit her tongue, giving her a taste of her lover’s seed, before she let the rest be emptied into her throat, swallowing the large load with ease. Finally she went up and kissed him again, knowing he wouldn’t go down on her. Still, she felt him pick her up and throw her on the bed, and then she watched him lower his head to her cunt and begin to suck, lick and tease her. She was thrown into a world of feelings she hadn’t felt since….
When she felt her orgasm approach she yelled out, feeling the wave of intense feeling hit her hard. She squirted cum onto her husbands face, her sensitive pussy finally given a release after so long. Then he kissed her, her passion intensified by his care for her needs. As her tongue danced with her lover’s she tasted her cum, relishing the taste of woman in her husband’s mouth and on his tongue. Then she felt his manhood push into her, deeper than ever before. She gasped, her orgasm returning at the feel of her husband’s manhood on her cervix. He hit the back of her cunt every time he thrust, sending her into the throws of orgasm, making her desperate for more. When at last she felt him shoot his seed into her, she squealed at the sensation of her husband’s seed reaching her depths at last.

When Conner woke in the morning, he checked the alarm clock on his bedside table, reading six am. He lay in bed and thought about what had happened in his parents’ room last night. For some reason he hadn’t been able to read his mother’s mind past a certain point. The two of them had treated him like a piece of shit for his entire life, giving his the bedroom without a/c or heating, making him buy his own clothes with his own money. They had supplied a room and food, not a ride to school or a place for his former friends to come over. And yet his sister, the hottest girl in school, got everything she wanted. And he had helped them… well somewhat. The removal of his mother’s birth control had been somewhat vengeful, but not enough. He could only put it to chance.
He went to his sister’s mind again and was surprised to find her dreaming of the two of them fucking passionately, telling one another that they loved each other. He checked the changes he had made and when he was sure they were intact and permanent, he got out of bed and showered. He thought of what Lucifer had said to him yesterday, the bit about physical alteration. He remembered perfectly, one of the many mental changes the fallen angel had made to his mind. Before he had met the demon he had been short, wimpy, and not smart by any standard. Now, after the devil’s gift package, he was six foot one, muscular and the smartest guy in town, not to mention psychic. He thought about being six foot five and he watched as the cheap showerhead grew closer and closer until it was level with his eyes. He chuckled to himself. He returned to his new normal height, making his cock grow another inch so that the bulge was easily felt in his jeans, and threw on a black t-shirt. He grabbed his backpack and went downstairs to make breakfast. Heading down to the second floor, Conner had two interesting encounters. The first was with his sister, who he accidentally bumped into on his descent. With a roll of her eyes, she shut her door in his face.
Man, what the hell happened to him? He’s still buffed up, and… man I’m wet again! Every time I see him… and then those two dreams last night. I wonder if he really is that good at kissing… wonder if his cock is really that big?
Satisfied, he pulled out of his sister’s head and continued down the hall. Then his parents’ door opened in front of him. The sudden arc of the door sent it slamming into Conner’s face, giving him a nosebleed. His parents exited, noticing his dilemma after shutting the door.
“ Oh, honey did the door hit you? Sorry, grab some paper towels and make sure none of it gets on the carpet, ok?” little prick of a son, you had to ruin the moment, didn’t you? Walking without looking where you’re going is going to get you killed before long. Conner’s mom patted his shoulder and continued walking downstairs towards the kitchen. His father nodded good morning, muttered something and followed his mother. Conner let his anger at them flare, giving his mother a headache and shortening his father’s cock to five inches. Hopefully they got another kid, and then they would just forget him.
Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs he realized the time was seven o’clock, time for him to start walking. He didn’t bid them a farewell, just walked out the door. Normally he didn’t leave for another half an hour but he wanted out of the hellhole that was his house. As he walked, he felt strange, as though there was something coming. He was already well into the shady neighborhood when a door opened to his left. He turned and was amazed by what he saw. Standing on the stoop was a beautiful girl; her red hair cut short and her blue eyes creating a startling contrast. She was short, maybe five foot five, but it wasn’t really what he saw that amazed him. The connection was instantaneous. Her name was Melody Vanell, she was in his class, knew just what had happened to him. Something about her was different, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Melody descended, seemingly wondering why he was staring at her.
“Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just that I didn’t expect to see you here… and well, I hadn’t seen your eyes before… Melody, right?” Somehow he summoned up the courage to speak. When he finished she brushed her hair from her eyes and nodded. Something still didn’t seem right, but he couldn’t place it.
“ Yeah, that’s right. You’re Conner, right? The kid that, um…” she seemed nervous to bring it up, nervous that she was standing next to him. So that’s what it was… he should have known some of his schoolmates would have believed it.
“No, not the Conner that they spread around school. Same name, same victim, not THAT guy.” He was red, embarrassed and angry and he knew it. Melody dropped her gaze, muttering an apology and walking towards the bus stop at the entrance to his neighborhood. He sighed and walked away. She would be waiting thirty minutes for the bus; he would be at school in fifteen minutes. He left her alone.

When he did reach school, he began his work. First he tore down all the flyers, counting over two hundred and shoving them into the trash. Then, with ten minutes till the rush of busses and students, he began preparing a few surprises for his fellow classmates. Including the principal catching two students getting pregnant. Revenge would be sweet.

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After third period, Conner had taken enough. His sister and her friends had decided to plant a prepaid phone with certain pictures on it in his locker and then tell the principal. It was time. He had been searching the school all morning and now he knew who had done this to him. He decided to make it an early funeral for some very important classmates. Ron Ferris, Mary De Mane and Georgia Roberts, along with his sister and her friends, had tried to ruin his life and now it was payback time. The school would know a couple scandals after today and he would be scot-free.
Fifth period, Conner reached out to a few people, including Selena, and had them leave class. They had specific instructions, and this was going to be sweet vengeance. When the lunch bell rang, he let the motion towards the cafeteria happen as normal, allowing the students enter the cafeteria before trying to stop them. There were only three doors into the large room, and he was keeping a third of the students at bay. At least, until the screams came from inside. Then he let them in, to find three football stars and several popular girls be found half naked in a room that reeked of sex. Of course one guy and his girlfriend were in each other’s arms, with his cock in her pussy and his cum leaking out. They woke at the sound of screams, all fourteen of them waking and frantically trying get their clothes on. Several of the girls had fallen asleep on top of one another, and his sister had been seen with her mouth in her best friend’s pussy.
The next day, they school was called to assembly. The kids listened to the principal lecture them on what had happened and tell how sex was not allowed among the students. However, they would only be suspended and would go to alternative placement for the rest of the year; and Conner, the helpless victim, got to sit on stage while they apologized to him and their classmates for the terrible prank they played on him.
After the Friday assembly, Conner walked home on his normal route, accompanied by a few of his classmates who usually got picked up by parents after work. He enjoyed the talk, and the group agreed to walk home on Monday as well, and even go to the movies that weekend. The group was somewhat large, five guys and seven girls, all who lived in close range to Conner. Finally the walk was left to Conner, Melody, and Sarah, the only junior among the mostly sophomore group. The two were best friends and both extremely hot, Melody shy but smart and funny, Sarah bubbly and confident in herself. When finally the three reached Melody’s house, the girls exchanged hugs, and Melody reached up and hugged Conner.
“I’m glad you got them back. If you wanna talk, my number is in your backpack.” The whisper left him stunned. He and Sarah continued their walk, both living in the same neighborhood and surprisingly on the same street. He walked her to her house, where she too reached up to pull him close. But Sarah pulled him into a kiss, a tender, lingering kiss that quickly turned into a passionate make out session. After she told him she would see him and Melody tonight, if he called. He walked home chuckling at the pair of foxes.

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When Kyle got home, he was on edge. His parents weren’t home yet, but two cars were parked out front. He could sense the fourteen who had tried to ruin him inside, all of them malicious. He could tell he would get to beat up some football players if they wouldn’t talk to him. He walked into the house, greeted by a fist shooting into his gut. The wind was still in his lungs, or at least enough to lock the second swing. The quarterback of the football team, who had been suspended and kicked from the team, tried to throw a third before Conner could get his wind back. Catching the blow on his elbow, he shot his fist into the teen’s gut twice, and then kicked his legs out from under him. The girls stood in awe, wondering how the wimpy kid they had tried to get expelled had become this fist-fighting stud (Their exact thoughts). He didn’t even address them, simply grabbed the phone and went upstairs to his room.
He had known it was coming, and he had taken down the biggest guy in their school. After calling the number in his backpack and talking to Melody for a bit, they agreed to meet in the town park at eight. Then he went back downstairs.
He sight was sad. The girls were sitting awkwardly in the kitchen and Ron was sitting on the couch with his football buddies, all of whom kept some distance from Ron’s girlfriend. When Conner stepped off the stairs, he knew what was coming the seven guys in the living room stood and approached him, prepared to avenge their comrade.
“What the fuck do you pricks want?” Conner’s anger surprised them enough to stall them. They looked questioning at him, forcing him to continue. “ You think that beating the crap out of me will fix the problem. I could have pressed charges against your buddy, but instead I got him suspended instead of expelled! And he tried to tear me up for that? Huh. I’ve taken enough crap from you guys, I’m done. Come on, let’s fight, ill take you all on!” even the girls looked up at that. He had reached out to the minds of the adults and made them remember a talk with him on the subject though they wouldn’t say what was said.
Finally after much foot shuffling one of the nicer linebackers stepped forward and apologized, making the rest do the same. They shook hands and they all left, with one or two looks at Ron. Once they left he looked at Conner with pure hatred.
“ You lying son of a bitch! You might of fooled them dumbasses but you aint fooling me! Why would you try not to get us expelled?” in his anger he approached Conner with balled fists. Conner stepped to meet him and he backed up.
“ It’s the truth, douche bag, and you can talk to any of the guys who were making the decision. So fuck off! Plus, as much as I hate my family, if my sister gets expelled ILL get blamed. So I was looking after my own ass, not yours. By the way, happy father’s day.” With that, and a hating look towards his sister, he walked out of his house. Once out on the porch, he realized he still had the handset. He called the last number and rescheduled, setting the phone down on the rail and heading towards the park.

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Ten minutes of waiting in the park before Melody appeared, and those weren’t terrible ten minutes. Conner stood when he saw her, reaching out to hug her. She ran the last few steps towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers. He wrapped his hands around her waist, resting his hands on her ass and kissing her with tenderness and passion. They stood kissing for several minutes, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Finally they broke away, keeping their noses touching and smiling at each other. After saying hello he pulled her into another kiss, his hands sliding up to her hair and increasing the passion behind his lips. She responded the same way, their tongues intertwining and writhing in each others mouths.
Finally they separated, smiling broadly at each other and heading off towards the nature walk, a long trail that led away from the rest of the world for a at least a two hour walk. As they walked they pulled each other closer, until they were attached to one another by the hip. Finally they reached a river crossing, where Melody pulled him into the trees on a hidden path. After about ten minutes they came to a clearing with a few picnic tables and a large tent set up. Conner allowed himself to be dragged towards the tables, where she turned and kissed him. Breaking away she whispered in his ear,
“Sarah thinks we are meeting at five, so we’ve got a couple hours… what do you think we should do?” Her voice was as seductive as possible, sexy and sweet and warm in his ear. He grabbed her by the ass and lifted her onto the picnic table they were closest too. When she felt herself being lifted into the air she wrapped her legs wrapped his waist, as Selena had done that morning. Her sandals fell off behind him, her jeans pressing tight into his waist as they kissed each other into a state of frenzy. The first breath the shirts came off, revealing a sexy white lace bra containing a set of 26B tits. The breath lasted as long as there was fabric in the way, then the kiss continued, the two becoming rougher and more passionate with one another, the bra coming off at some point and allowing Melody’s tits to push heir hard nipples into Conners chest. They did not stop the kiss to remove their pants, the shorts and blue jeans dropping and the pair getting closer.
Finally the two broke the kiss, and Conner lifted her higher on his stomach, putting his mouth over her breast and making out with her nipple. He exercised every way he had learned to pleasure Selena, his tongue swirling around her tit and causing her to moan and yank his head tighter to her chest. He switched to the other and ran his hands over melody’s back, caressing her as much as possible with the need for her burning in his gut. He reached out to her mind and made her tits, stomach, ass and pussy more sensitive when she was aroused, making her moans turn to cries of ecstasy. Finally he set her down and tore her panties off, forcing his tongue and three fingers into her soaking wet crotch. He felt her feet slide his boxers down so they were around his legs, freeing his ten-inch monster.
“Oh FUCK! Give it to me, make me cum, of fuck yes oh fuck me oh finger FUCK MY SOAKING WET CUNT!!” her scream made Conner increase the speed and power behind both his tongue and fingers. He also slipped his last finger and thumb into his sex, making her scream even more.
“ YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!! FIST-FUCK MY FUCKING CUNT, SUCK MY CLIT, MAKE ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT, MAKE ME CUUUUUUUUUM!” with the last words his wrist slipped into her cunt and she came harder than Conner had thought possible, even after Selena. He felt his testicles tighten at her scream, feeling the cum fire out of his cock onto the picnic table. When she stopped shuddering, he pulled his fist from her cunt, licking his fingers and tasting her. He watched as she raised herself off of her back and smiled at him, pulling him back into their passionate make out session. After a little bit she broke off and looked at him, keeping her forehead on his.
“Thank you… I’m sorry if that was a bit frightening…” She was still breathing heavily, his breasts moving in and out with ragged breaths escaping her lips. In answer he pulled her back to his waist and trapped his cock between her sex and his chest and puling her lips to his. They kissed tenderly, gradually increasing their energy t what it had been. When they stopped for breath he smiled.
“ That was the hottest thing ever… you are the sexiest most passionate person ever. Not to mention gorgeous, smoking hot, and the nicest fucking person on the planet. Don’t apologize for being the sexiest girl on the planet.” She kissed him again, pulling away after a moment.
“ I thought the comment about making me your little slut would be to far… I’m glad you enjoyed the show.” She smiled and ground her pussy into his cock, the feeling making them both moan into each others mouths as they started making out again. Conner picked her up and walked towards the tent, stepping out of his shoes and underwear, all while Melody ground her sex into his. By the time they made it to the tent, they were frantic again, the desire for the other burning deep in their souls. Crouching, Conner stepped into the tent and laid Melody on the air mattress inside, not caring whose tent it was. He was gonna fuck this erotic creature hear whether or not the people were close. When he laid her down, she tightened the grip her thighs had on his waist, increasing her passion until they were shoving their tongues down each other’s throats like animals.
Finally Melody released his cock from her nether lips, allowing him to break the kiss and position his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He didn’t have to look into her eyes to know that it was ok. He shoved his cock into her cunt, driving his meat in to the hilt and forcing his lover to cry out in pleasure. He pulled her back into the kiss and began to rapidly shove his cock into her pussy, her wetness making a sloshing sound when his balls slapped her ass. He fucked her with everything he had, moaning into her tongue and breaking off to look into her eyes and suck on her tits. If she was frantic when it was just oral sex she was an animal in heat now. She screamed for more, begging for his cock with all her being, cumming with the force of a waterfall and squirting all over Conner. They changed positions twice, starting off in missionary and switching to where she could ride him, then where he was fucking her from behind. Finally Conner was on top of her again, pounding away and trying to keep his stamina up just a little longer.
“OHfuckyesfuckmeohfuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!” She came like a hurricane, her arms roughly tugging at her tits and her back arching, cumming squirting from her cunt by the gallons. The sight of his lover cumming so hard set Conner off, making him pound and her cunt and bringing forth a yell from his throat.
“ OH FUCK IM CUMMING IN YOUR FUCKING CUNT” Conner felt his nuts tighten again, felt the heat in his shaft as the cum raced out of his into his lover’s cunt. Just before he came he made his cock grow an inch around and two long, making the fit so tight Melody moaned at her cervix being pushed back. The result forced Conner’s seed directly into her womb, forcing another orgasm form her tired, sweaty body. Conner used his ability to keep cumming as long as possible, extending both of their orgasms. Finally he could take it no longer and collapsed onto his partner, wrapping his arms around her and rolling so that she was on top, before passing into dreamless slumber.

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When Conner woke, he looked into melody’s sleeping face, her breaths gentle and deep. The feeling of warmth engulfing his cock made him start, almost waking Melody and making his cock jump up into whatever was surrounding his cock. When the tongue started circling the head, he thought that the owners of the tent had returned and had happened to be horny women. But reaching out, he looked into the mind of Sarah, discovering some interesting things about her. Quickly, he made the sensitivity adjustments, also bumping her 20D breasts to a size 36D, making the transition slowly. He also made it so that Melody would grow larger breasts over time, reaching 20C eventually. He also checked her body for signs of pregnancy, thanking whatever divine being cared that she wasn’t pregnant after all the cum he had poured into her womb.
He enjoyed the blowjob, gradually getting to the point of orgasm. Sarah really was good, and by now her tit were the expanded size. She had gradually stripped, now completely naked while still sucking and grazing his cock head and making the arousal even greater for him. Finally he came, again giving his testicles another boost in their cum shooting. Conner decided when she gagged he would stop, though the pleasure of her mouth of his cock and his continued orgasm became to much and he was forced to stop. He altered his nuts again so that he would have twice his normal amount of seed by the next time he came. He heard the tent flap open, and rolled Melody off of his chest so that he could escape. He quickly walked out, seeing Sarah sitting on one of the picnic tables. He walked over, embracing her and cupping one of her tits as he did so.
“ You guys started without me. That’s just plain mean.” The sarcasm in her voice made Conner chuckle.
“Don’t be mad at me, sleeping beauty was the one who told you to come at five. We’ve only been here since three.” By now she was leaning back into him, his hand tugging lightly at her engorged nipple. She obviously liked it, due to her placing his hand down on her pussy. She turned her head and kissed him, not as hard as Melody had but sweet and tender. He gradually massaged her breast and cunt and making her moan into his mouth. He let go of her sex and her breast, turning her so that he could place his re-hardened cock into her pussy. Her cunt was dripping from the massage and his meat slid inside of her as easily as day turns to night. He pulled her close and kissed her again, making love to her as tenderly as possible. One day he and melody would love like this, maybe even tonight, but right now he focused on Sarah and her needs.
She kissed him with love, not frantically but slowly and sweetly. He slid his cock in and out of her body with care, its new length and girth stretching her cunt to its limit. Finally she came for him, holding the kiss and arching into his body. Her cunt spasmed all over his cock, taking the intruder in as though it was meant to be there. Gradually, as happened with the blowjob, he built up to orgasm, making her cum three more times and making her cry out in ecstasy. Finally he broke the kiss and shoved his length up into her pussy and up against her cervix. He brought his mouth close to her ear, whispering that he was cumming. The cum in his cock exploded into Sarah, her cervix being bombarded by his seed. The force of his orgasm sent Sarah into her own and they sat cumming together. When at last it was over and he pulled out, she kissed him again. Then they heard Melody stir in the tent, and smiled to one another.
The two of them entered the tent to see Melody stretching. The motion of the two getting onto the air mattress with her woke her up completely. She looked at Conner, then scooted closer to Sarah and began to kiss her as Sarah had kissed Conner, with passion but tenderly. Conner watched, stroking his growing cock at the sight of these two beautiful women who he had fucked having their own sex. Gradually Melody laid Sarah down and climbed on top of her, increasing the passion of the kiss until they were making out, tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths. They hugged each other as close as they could, mashing their tits together and enjoying it. Conner almost fainted when Melody began to grind on Sarah’s leg. Sarah returned the favor, moaning at the feel of her sensitive pussy rubbing on cum-coated skin.
Conner decided to make the scene a little more interesting, doubling the sensitivity of the girls bodies, and then he decided to let Melody fuck Sarah with her own cock. He reached out, making sure both were okay with the idea of becoming a hermaphrodite for a short time. When he was sure he connected to melody and made her clit slowly grow to become an eleven inch, rock hard cock. She even he testicles dangling from her newfound member. When the two realized what was happening they watched in amazement then looked at Conner. He grinned and continued stroking his cock. He also elevated their hormone levels to such a point that meant they would strip and masturbate in a park full of children. The two were filled with such lust that they didn’t question the change, simply accepted it. Melody took the change well, driving the meat into Sarah with one thrust and pounding into her with force enough to start slapping her new testicles against Sarah’s ass. The sound gave Conner and idea. He quickly got behind Melody, placing his cock at the entrance to her ass.
“Relax and this will feel amazing, trust me.” She whimpered but Conner felt the muscles in her tightest hole relax. He pushed, letting her thrusting into Sarah do all the work. Her desire to fuck her girlfriend was greater than the desire to go easy on her ass, and in a short time Melody had Conner’s cock up to the hilt in her ass, fucking herself and her best friend at the same time. She moaned at the fell of the meat in her ass, the squeezing of her sphincter causing Conner to grunt every time she came, and she came more with every thrust. Finally both Melody and Conner drove forward and came, sending their largest load of the night into their lover.
The three extricated themselves and Melody kissed Conner, before looking down at her new cock. He received the message and made it sink back into a clit, her testicles shrinking and retreating as well. Finally she looked totally normal. They all sat and kissed each other for a few minutes before standing and walking to the picnic tables. They dressed, making small talk and arranging the next date between the three of them. They decided that since they were all in love with the other two that the dating would forever be a threesome. After packing the tent and mattresses, they headed back into society. After a short walk they dropped Melody at her house. After a long kiss for each of her lovers, she entered the house. Conner and Sarah kept walking, the camping items being hers they stopped there first. He put the items in the back shed where she instructed him and then kissed Sarah goodbye, slipping his hand down her pants before breaking away, making her cum in her backyard and leaving a wet spot on the crotch of her jeans.
Finally Conner reached his house, tired and satisfied. He walked up the stairs, knowing either his parents weren’t back or they were all three out. He entered his room, walking to the bedside table and switching on the light. When he turned to his bed he jumped out of his skin, the sight of his sister Selena sitting on the edge scaring him beyond belief. She stood, wearing only her bathrobe, and stepped towards him.
“ Do you really hate me?” her voice was so cracked and sad he couldn’t tell her he did. “ And don’t lie to me! I want the truth, Conner.”
“Yes.” He was stunned by his own words. But now everything was pouring out, and even he, with demonic powers, couldn’t stop himself. “I mean, what did you expect? You treat me like shit, and everyone knows it. So do mom and dad. You guys hate me, why shouldn’t the feeling be mutual? You tried to ruin my life! If I hadn’t…” he stopped himself before he told about his powers and their origin. “Selena you had me ready to just end it. What you did that day… Jesus did you think I would laugh? Then again, if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have met the two girls I met. So I guess I should thank you.” He walked to the door and opened it, gesturing for her to leave. He almost felt bad, but when he thought of everything that had happened he was pissed. She stayed in the same spot. Looking at him as though there was something left to say.
Conner shut the door, knowing she wouldn’t leave until she had her way. He walked back to the bed, sitting down, and then standing again.
“ What is it? What else could you want from me?! I gave you the truth! What else??” he was hoarse now, ready go to sleep and exhausted from his threesome fuck. But what happened wasn’t what he expected. She walked up to him and pulled him to her face, and kissed him. He didn’t have the energy to argue, or the energy to fuck her. So her just kissed her, their tongues intertwining and twisting with each other. He was too tired to do anything, so he slipped off her robe, knowing there was nothing underneath. She grabbed his shirt and pushed it up over his head, undoing his jeans and pushing those and his boxers down to the floor, pulling him close and holding him there. Somewhere he found the strength to pick her up and lay her on the bed, lying down on top of her.
As they kissed he caressed her ass, her thighs and her hips, moving his hands all over her body. The kiss continued, but he rolled her on top of him. They stayed like that until his cock was hard between them. Selena broke away and looked at him, before sliding onto his cock. He pulled her back into the kiss, his cock sliding up into her until he encountered a barrier. He had always assumed she had let her first boyfriend have her virginity. He stopped and looked at her, looking for an answer. She kissed him, and increased her passion. He knew she wanted it, so he pushed and tore through her hymen and stealing his sister’s virginity. He was rejuvenated enough to be ready to come quickly. He knew he wouldn’t last long, so he made his cock as big as she could take, and slowly slid in and out of her cunt, making love to one of the people he hated most.
He felt her pussy tighten on his cock, knowing she was cumming on him. The feeling sent him over the edge, causing him to squirt his seed deep into her sex, filling her womb and then her cunt so much that he felt it running out onto the sheets between them. He kept himself cumming, forcing her orgasm to continue. Finally they fell asleep in each other’s arms, Conner’s cock buried in Selena’s newly fucked pussy, her lips on his.

***Thanks for the ratings, first stories and I’m glad you like them! Sorry for all the question marks in the last one and sorry for the mistake. And this is most likely the last story with Conner.

A lesbian married couple shares a hot young thing in their bed. By the title I’m sure you can tell they have both shared many women. It’s very smutty and full of a new approach I am using for a character.

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Lila smiles and downs another shot with her friends. She needed this after, not only working what felt like 24/7 but, not having gotten laid in 2 months. The alcohol is running through her body like crazy and putting her in one of her most turned on moods since she can remember. Josslyn smiles and leans in to whisper in her wife, Riley’s, ear.

“That’s the one.”

Josslyn whispers in her sexy Spanish accent. Riley smiles and runs her fingers lightly over Joss’s tanned skin.

“You think? She looks a little drunk.”

Riley says with a smirk. Joss kisses Riley’s lips.

“She’s perfect.”

Joss husks and squeezes Riley’s thigh. Riley chuckles lightly and looks at her wife.

“I’ll be right back.”

Riley says and moves to get up but Joss grabs her hand and pulls her back. Riley moans softly when Joss roughly connects their lips in a passionate kiss. Joss smiles and lets her wife go. Riley smirks and walks over to the cute little blonde. Lila downs another shot when there is a tap on her shoulder. She turns and smiles, her eyes moving up and down the blonde’s body. Riley smiles and holds out her hand.

“I’m Riley.”

Riley smiles. Lila smiles back and shakes her hand.

“I’m Lila.”

Lila responds and drops her hand back to her side. Riley takes a deep breath.

“Listen, Lila, my wife and I, Josslyn, have a proposition for you.”

Riley states. Josslyn and Riley have been bringing other women into the bedroom for three years now. They got married young and once Joss was promoted to CEO of the company she had more hours which means less sex. Riley had gone to her wife’s office one night to see her flirting with another woman. Instead of reacting badly Riley had walked up to them both, put a possessive arm around Joss, and invited the woman into their bedroom. Joss had refused at first but the other woman and Riley had convinced her fairly quick. After that one time, Riley and Joss were like rabbits. They went at it whenever they could and only invited another woman into their bed every six months to ensure their own relationship’s stability. Lila’s brow furrow in confusion at the beautiful woman in front of her.

“I-I’m sorry. You and your wife have a proposition for me?”

Lila asks. Riley chuckles softly and leans against the bar, pointing to her stunning wife sitting in the lounge section of the bar.

“Yes, my wife. The thing is Lila, every now and again we like to invite a sexy young woman into our bedroom.”

Riley explains. Lila’s jaw drops in surprise and she looks at Josslyn, a very hot and very enticing exotic looking brunette. She must be foreign. Joss smirks and gives the blonde a small wave. Lila closes her mouth and swallows hard with a blush on her face.

“You want me? Both of you?”

Lila asks incredulously and looks back to Riley. Riley smiles and tucks a piece of hair falling in Lila’s eyes.

“Both of us, yes. Would you like to join us for a drink?”

Riley asks smoothly. Lila bites her lip and looks over at her friends who are looking at the two women in anticipation for Lila’s answer. Lila looks back to Riley and silently nods her head. After all, she needs something like this and two women simply wanting her at the same time is already an amazing feeling. Riley smiles and takes Lila’s hand, leading her over to the lounge. Joss smiles as Riley sits Lila down next to her then takes up the other side of the young woman. Lila politely holds out her hand for Joss.

“Hi, I’m Lila.”

Lila says with a nervous waver in her voice. Joss takes Lila’s hand in her own and smiled.

“Josslyn, but you can call me Joss. There’s no need to be nervous. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Joss reassures and drops her hand from Lila’s. The young blonde nearly lets a moan escape her lips at the undoubtedly sexy accent in Joss’s voice. Lila smiles and nods her head.

“I’ve just never been with a married couple before- threesomes? Yes, but not when the other two are together.”

Lila says and looks at them both. Riley smiles and puts her arm around the back of the couch.

“It’s not as different.”

Riley says and looks at Lila. Lila bites her lip softly.

“But all the love between you two isn’t hard to miss.”

Lila says, noting the shimmer of love in Josslyn’s eyes when she looks at Riley. Joss smirks and moves her hand to Lila’s chin, making the blonde look at her.

“Honey, when we’re in the bedroom with another woman we don’t have sex and we don’t make love.”

Joss says firmly. Lila raises an eyebrow and tries not to look at the brunette’s very sexy cleavage.

“Y-You don’t?”

Lila asks in a stumble. Riley smirks and leans in to place a kiss on Lila’s neck. Lila gasps softly and tilts her head sideways to allows Riley more access.

“No. We simply…”

Riley draws and looks to Joss with a nod. Joss drops her hand from Lila’s chin to lay on Lila’s bare thigh.

“Fuck.”

Joss husks. Lila shivers and smiles softly. Riley smirks.

“Would you like to leave with us, Lila?”

Riley asks Lila. Lila smiles and nods her head.

“I would be crazy not to.”

Lila says and bites her lip. Riley smirks and stands up, as does Joss. Lila follows behind them and sends a thumbs up to her friends who whoop and holler in encouragement. Riley lets Lila into their car first, gratefully watching the blonde’s tight ass. She always liked a good ass. Joss smirks and gently pinches her wife’s ass. Riley jumps slightly and looks behind her to see Joss smirking.

“Keep it in your pants until we get in the bedroom.”

Joss whispers into Riley’s ear, teasing her teeth over her earlobe. Riley smiles and slides her hand into Joss’s, lacing their fingers.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Riley teases and gets into the car. Joss smiles and follows her in. Lila smiles at them and bites her lip.

“Are you sure it’s just fucking?”

Lila asks hesitantly as the driver takes off. Riley sighs and looks at her wife with a raised eyebrow. Joss hums softly in contemplation.

“I guess we will need to convince her on our way.”

Joss says and gives Riley a nod. Riley smirks and moves to sit next to Lila.

“Listen, Lila, when we say that we just fuck with our shared woman we mean it.”

Riley says and slides her hand onto Lila’s thigh. Lila smiles softly and glances to Joss. Riley smiles and leans forward, her hand sneaking under Lila’s dress and her lips pressing to her skin.

“Don’t worry. She likes to watch first then join in.”

Riley husks and teases her fingers over Lila’s silky thong. Lila gasps softly and her eyes flutter closed.

“Oh…”

Lila breathes out. Riley smirks and kisses down to the blonde’s chest. Joss sits back and watches her wife slide her hand into the young woman’s thong. Riley moans when her fingers reach the amount of wetness between Lila’s thighs. Lila moans and arches her back, her nails digging into the leather seat. Joss smirks and licks her lips. Riley teases Lila’s clit.

“You’re so wet.”

Riley whispers and uses her free hand to pull down Lila’s dress and take her nipple into her mouth. Lila gasps and throws her head back against the seat.

“Oh, fuck.”

Lila gasps out. Riley moans softly and slides her finger down Lila’s slit and inside of the cute blonde. Lila moans and props her leg up onto the side of the car. Joss smiles in amusement at the horny young woman.

“Quite the eager one we have here, Riley. Very needy for your fingers, right honey?”

Joss teases. Riley smiles and turns her head to look at her wife.

“We wouldn’t have picked her if we didn’t think she wasn’t, Joss.”

Riley teases back. Joss sends her a wink then nods her head back to Lila who continues to moan. Lila moves one hand to the seat and the other to Riley’s thigh, gripping in passion.

“Don’t stop.”

Lila pants out before another moan rips from her throat. Joss finally moves over to the enthralled couple and lays her hand on Lila’s thigh. The cute blonde gasps at the new touch and opens her eyes to look at her. Joss, lust clearly shown in her eyes, pulls the blonde’s leg up to hook over her own to spread her wider. Lila whimpers and lets her head fall back again. Riley continues to fuck her without abandon and her lips nibble and suck on the nipple closest to her. Joss moans softly at the sight and leans down for her own taste of the blonde’s skin. Lila nearly bursts as the two mouths attacking her breasts and a VERY skillful hand pushes her inevitably closer to orgasm.

“Oh, my, GOD.”

Lila groans out when she feels herself teetering on the edge. Why hadn’t she found a couple like this sooner? Riley chuckles mischievously and crushes her thumb in tight circles against Lila’s clit. That does it. Lila arches her back with a deep moan as her hands dig into two different thighs. Joss smirks and kisses up her neck.

“That’s it, Lila. Cum for us.”

Joss husks trying to test the waters with dirty talk. She knows how that turns Riley on. Both Lila and Riley respond with a moan. Joss smirks proudly and turns Lila’s face to press a tender kiss to her lips.

“Are you convinced now?”

Joss asks and sends a wink to Riley. Riley gently pulls her fingers out and sucks them into her mouth for a taste, moaning yet again. Joss hums and pulls on Riley’s wrist to then take her wife’s fingers into her own mouth, moaning at the taste. Lila whimpers quietly at the interaction and nods her head.

“Y-Yes.”

Lila stumbles out. Riley smiles and kisses the young blonde herself.

“Good. We should be at the house in a few minutes so just relax.”

Riley says as she looks at the delicate watch on her wrist. Lila nods her head and pulls her dress back into place. Joss leans her head into her palm where her elbow is perched on the back of the couch.

“Do you have any questions before we get to the house, Lila?”

Joss asks. The timid and blushing blonde nods her head.

“Uh, yeah…if I like what happens and you both do too…am I allowed to come back?”

Lila asks gently, knowing it might be crossing the line. Joss looks to Riley biting her lip. Riley smiles and pushes back a rouge hair curling to the blonde’s cheek.

“If we want you back into our bedroom after tonight we’ll call you but we have a rule of not sharing the same woman more than twice.”

Riley explains. Lila smiles and bites her lip.

“Awesome.”

She whispers. Joss chuckles and opens the car door once they’ve stopped. She helps Lila from the car, smiling when she catches Riley staring at Lila’s ass yet again. Joss leads them inside and pours them all a glass of wine.

“We need to talk about expectations and limits for tonight.”

Joss states as she hands Lila her glass. Lila hums in agreement as she takes a sip of wine. Joss sits across from her wife and the blonde.

“Lila, do you have a safe word you would like to use?”

Riley asks and crosses her legs. Lila bites her lip in contemplation.

“Um, how about Apple?”

Lila suggests and the couple nods their heads in agreement.

“And what would you like to happen tonight?”

Joss asks. Lila blushes and hesitates to answer. Joss smirks at the flustered blonde.

“No need to be shy Lila. Riley and I have done plenty of experimenting and we’re open to most of anything. Go ahead.”

Joss reassures Lila and ends with a wink to her wife. Riley licks her lips seductively to her brunette with a gentle smile.

“I…I don’t mind if you both were rough with me. Your obvious dominance is one of the reasons I said yes…and I really like, um…dirtytalk.”

Lila finishes quickly, blushing even harder. Joss doesn’t catch her last words but Riley does. The older woman smiles brightly.

“Did you hear that Joss? She REALLY likes dirty talk.”

Riley tells her wife and leans over to Lila. Joss smiles at the feral look in her wife’s eyes. Riley tenderly uses her fingers to pull back the soft blonde hair covering Lila’s ear and places her lips next to it.

“Would you like us to take you to our bedroom and fuck you in your tight little cunt?”

Riley whispers seductively. Lila shivers and feels her heart beating faster.

“Oh, God, yes.”

Lila says with a husky deep tone in her voice. Riley pulls away and looks to Joss with a fake pout, her hand starting to trail over the back of the blonde’s neck

“Can we pretty please take her upstairs now?”

Riley asks in an innocent voice. Joss smiles and stands.

“Well, we don’t want her soaking through to our couch after that, do we?”

Joss asks rhetorically. Riley and Lila eagerly stand with her.

“Good idea, I’m not wearing panties.”

Lila adds casually and the married couple stops dead cold on the stairs. Lila runs into Joss in surprise. Joss looks over her shoulder to Lila then a smirking Riley.

“You picked good this time Joss.”

Riley nods enthusiastically. Joss licks her lips and lets her eyes drop down to the hem of Lila’s dress.

“I know, Riley. I know.”

Joss responds smoothly. She leads them the rest of the way to the bedroom and shuts the door. Lila looks at them excitedly and Riley smirks.

“Aw, look at her. Remember when we could barely stand still we wanted to hop into bed so much?”

Riley asks Joss teasingly. Joss comes up behind Riley and moves her wife’s long blonde hair over to one shoulder with a smile.

“We still do, querida.”
(darling)

Joss whispers and places a soft kiss to the crook of her wife’s neck. Riley chuckles and connects her eyes with Lila’s who is eyeing them oh so lustfully, even more so at her wife’s foreign tongue. Joss unzips the back of Riley’s dress and pulls the cloth down until it falls to the floor around her high heeled strapped ankles. Lila lets a moan escape her lips for the first, but not the last, time of tonight. Riley raises her hand and uses her index finger to curl her finger at the small blonde, motioning her towards them. Lila quickly slips off her heels and walks to Riley, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Riley cups the blonde’s chin and tilts her head upwards, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Lila hums and tenderly places her hands onto slim hips. Joss kisses down Riley’s spine and unfastens the blonde’s bra.

“Take this off for her, Lila.”

Joss husks and drags her hands down to slide off Riley’s panties. Lila pulls away from the kiss to do as Joss instructed. Lila licks her lips as Riley’s perky breasts come to view. Riley moves her hands up to cup flushed cheeks.

“Don’t be shy. Like Joss said…we’ve done a lot.”

Riley reassures the young woman. Lila smiles and shakes her head with a newfound confidence.

“I’m not shy. I just really like your boobs.”

Lila bites her lip and steps forward. Riley smiles and pulls her back in for a deeper kiss than before. Joss stands back up and leans into Riley’s ear.

“Ella querer sabor tu tan mucho.”
(She wants to taste you so much)

Joss whispers to her wife with a teasing smile. Riley smiles against Lila’s lips and kisses her even harder. Lila moans and pulls away from the kiss, looking over Riley’s shoulder to Joss.

“Firstly, holy shit your Spanish is hot. It’s right up there with dirty talk for me. Secondly, what did you say?”

Lila asks with a smile. Joss smiles and presses against the back of Riley.

“I’ll make sure to speak a little in your ear when we’re fucking you oh so roughly.”

Joss husks. Riley wraps her arms around Lila’s shoulders so they are pressed together. The blonde moans softly at the feel of Riley’s breasts pressed to hers.

“And she told me that you really want to taste me.”

Riley husks. Lila raises an eyebrow and runs her hands over to Riley’s toned stomach.

“Oh, you speak Spanish too?”

Lila asks in excitement. Riley chuckles and shakes her head as Joss backs away from them and walks to the bed.

“Kind of. After Joss and I started seriously dating she taught me some words. Then when we got married I learned more but it doesn’t sound as nearly as sexy as it does coming from Joss’s mouth.”

Riley says then slowly spins Lila around to see Joss sitting on the bed.

“Which I’m sure she is fully willing to prove to you.”

Riley husks and gently pushes her forward. Lila smiles and walks over to the brunette sitting on the bed.

“Can we undress you too?”

Lila teases and stands in front of Joss. The brunette smirks and takes Lila’s hand to pull the young blonde between her legs.

“You first, chica.”

Joss husks and roughly tugs her even closer. Lila nods her head immediately and pulls her hair to one shoulder. Joss turns her around and unzips the tight dress. Riley stands in front of Lila, a little shorter now from taking off her heels, with a mischievous smirk and takes the shoulder straps of the dress. Riley slowly pulls down the dress and eventually lowers herself to her knees to help Lila step from the dress. Their eyes are connected the whole time all the while Joss is trailing kisses over Lila’s shoulders and spine. Lila whimpers and looks up at the ceiling to keep herself from cumming right then. Riley then pulls down the lacy thong on her hips before standing up and looking at the blonde’s taut nipples.

“You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?”

Riley whispers and cups her breasts. Joss trails her hands over the blonde’s abdomen. Lila meets her eyes and nods her head furiously.

“So…So much.”

Lila chokes out and bites her lip to keep in a moan when Joss’s teeth nip at her hip. Joss chuckles and places a kiss at the little dimples in the small of her back. Riley nods her head and pushes back a lock of blonde hair from Lila’s eyes.

“Yeah? You want Joss and I to touch you? Make you moan and arch your pretty little back?”

Riley husks into her ear and winks to Joss behind the cute blonde. Joss rakes her nails down her back and follows with kisses. Lila moans and arches her back.

“Please…”

Lila breathes out without even thinking. Joss moans softly and nips extra hard at Lila’s skin. Where Riley loves dirty talk, Joss loves to hear begging. Lila gasps at the tease and Riley chuckles.

“My, my, my…you, our wonderful little sex fiend, have just made the mistake of begging in front of Joss. She won’t be as nearly as nice to let you cum as I will now.”

Riley says with a smirk and tugs softly on hard nipples. Lila moans and restlessly bites her lip. Her sex is throbbing for more and she’s positive her arousal is starting to drip down her thigh. Riley pulls away fully.

“Joss, why don’t you get on the bed then have her sit between her legs. I want to see what she tastes like.”

Riley husks. Usually, Joss is dominant in bed but they both agreed to let personalities fly when they have another woman with them. So, Riley often enjoys a more dominant approach with their shared woman. Joss doesn’t change much but allows her wife and the other woman to boss her around as they please. Joss swiftly backs up farther onto the bed until her back is pressed against the headboard. Her clothes are still on, which she finds slightly frustrating but all in good time they will find their way to the floor. Riley urges Lila onto the bed with a gentle nudge and the blonde eagerly climbs on between the brunette’s legs. Lila, realizing how naked she is compared to Joss who has everything still on except her heels, licks her lips and reaches out to the sash of the wrap dress.

“May I?”

Lila asks, her fingers itching to jerk the sash away. Joss nods her head with a smirk. Lila quickly unknots the sash and pushes the dress apart. Both Lila and Riley eye the brunette’s beautiful caramel skin, breasts, and chiseled abs with even more lust than before. Joss removes the dress from her shoulders for now then pats the spot in front of her. Lila moves to sit between her legs with her back against Joss’s front, the older woman’s bra rubbing delightfully against her skin. The younger woman shivers when hot breath wafts over her neck in a caress. Joss smiles and nods to Riley to join them. Her wife slides onto the bed and puts a hand on Lila’s thigh.

“Spread your legs for us.”

Riley husks and gently pushes her legs apart. Lila complies and hopes to God the couple likes a shaven pussy. Riley groans lustfully and looks up to Joss.

“I’m going to put this on pause for a second to tell you that I fucking love your choice of woman tonight babe.”

Riley says in a breathy voice. That’s a yes, Lila thinks. Joss smiles and kisses Lila’s neck.

“Thank you. Now get on with it. I don’t know if she can last much longer.”

Joss whispers seductively into Lila’s ear. Riley lowers herself onto her stomach and licks her lips at the smell of the delicious pussy in front of her. Joss wraps her arms around the slim blonde and cups her breasts.

“I love watching her eat someone out. She’s so sexy. Just wait ’till she starts on you, hermosa chica.”
(beautiful girl)

Joss says softly but loud enough for Riley to hear her also. Lila shiver at her words and at the blonde between her legs. Riley smirks up at them before focusing all her attention on the pretty pussy in front of her. She licks the full length of the blonde’s slit, moaning deeply at the taste before diving back in for more. Lila groans in lust and tightens her fists in the bed sheets.

“Fuck.”

Lila moans out. Joss moans and presses her lips against the blonde’s ear.

“Oh, you have a dirty mouth.”

Joss whispers, her fingers pinching Lila’s perky nipples. Lila nods her head and moves a hand down to tangle in soft blonde hair.

“Mhmm.”

Lila pulls Riley’s mouth closer to her. Riley looks up at them and slides her hands underneath Lila’s thighs, jerking her roughly closer. Lila whimpers and her toes curl. Joss brings her hands down to spread Lila’s thighs even wider.

“Tu gustar la sabor?”
(You like the taste?)

Joss asks Riley. Riley moans and looks into her wife’s eyes. Joss smirks and nips at the cute blonde’s ear.

“She loves the taste of you.”

Joss whispers and takes the place of Lila’s hands in her wife’s hair.

“She also likes it rough like you.”

Joss husks and gently pulls on Riley’s hair, making the woman moan. Lila gasps and moves her hands back to the bed.

“I’m close.”

Lila whispers and her head falls back on Joss’s shoulder. Joss attacks her neck with a feral growl and moves her hands to hold the younger woman’s thighs open. Lila moans and arches her back. Riley moans and sucks on Lila’s sensitive little clit, earning a desperate moan in response.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t stop!”

Lila groans out and bucks against Riley’s mouth. Riley moans and digs her nails into olive skin. Joss looks down at her wife and shivers at the sight of the blonde devouring a hot tight young cunt.

“That’s right. Make her cum Riley. God, you both are so fucking hot.”

Joss husks with her lips against flushed skin. Lila lets out an embarrassingly high moan and digs her heels into the bed.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! OH GOD, RILEY!”

Lila cries out when her orgasm washes over her suddenly. Riley groans deeply and holds Lila as still as she can to keep sucking her clit. Lila arches her back again and slides one hand into blonde hair to hold Riley’s lips against her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Lila grunts and pitches forward with a moan. Joss smiles as she feels the blonde’s thighs tense even harder under her hands. Riley moans and releases her clit to gently lap at the tasty juices flowing from the girl. Lila pants so harshly she’s nearly hyperventilating when she leans back into the brunette behind her. Joss moans and rubs Lila’s thighs gently.

“Tu eres hermosa cuando tu acabar.”
(You are beautiful when you finish.)

Joss whispers into the exhausted girl’s ear. Lila smiles softly and so does Riley when she pulls away and sits back on her heels.

“Want a taste, Joss?”

Riley asks and licks her bottom lip. Joss smirks and silently nods her head. Riley leans over the blonde to reach her wife’s lipsticks and gives her a noisy, deep, lustful kiss. Lila opens her eyes to watch the couple in fascination.

“So sexy.”

Lila whispers in a trance. Joss pulls away with a smirk and brings a hand up to grip the blonde’s chin. Their lips meet in a breathless kiss and Lila ends up pulling back for air.

“Who would you like first?”

Joss asks and Lila smiles like a kid in a candy store.

“Seriously?”

Lila asks. Riley chuckles and nods her head.

“Absolutely. I got to get the first taste of you because Joss got to pick you. Now it’s your turn to pick one of us- and no hard feelings. Everyone gets a turn anyway.”

Riley shrugs and sends the blonde a wink. Joss smirks and pushes back a strand of rouge hair.

“Though it’s much less sexy when we explain that.”

Joss says with a laugh and places a small kiss on the woman’s shoulder. Lila clears her throat and looks over her shoulder to Joss.

“I guess I would like Joss first. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t pick me.”

Lila answers and licks her lips. Joss smiles and so does Riley.

“Then we’ll need to get her undressed, huh?”

Riley whispers and smirks at Lila. Lila moves out from between them and eyes the brunette’s breasts. Joss smiles and sits up enough to reach behind herself and unfastens her bra.

“You’re a boob girl aren’t you?”

Joss asks and flings her bra to the floor. Lila moans softly and bites her lip at the sight of dusky tight nipples.

“Yeah, I really like boobs…and yours are amazing.”

Lila whispers, moving forward and sucking a nipple into her mouth. Joss moans and tangles her fingers in blonde hair. Riley moves closer to them and helps Joss take off her hot lacy thong while Lila sucks on her wife’s nipples. Lila moans before pulling back and smiling at the brunette. Joss raises a sexy eyebrow.

“So…how do you want me?”

Joss husks and reaches out to run her thumb over Lila’s lips. Lila sucks her thumb into her mouth and strokes her tongue over the pad of her thumb. Lila gently takes Joss’s wrist and pulls her fingers from her mouth.

“I want you to ride my face while Riley sits behind you.”

Lila whispers. Joss moans and kisses the cute blonde roughly. Riley smiles and rubs her hand over Lila’s tight little ass.

“Damn, you got a dirty little mind.”

Riley says with a light laugh. Lila smiles at her after pulling away from Joss’s lips.

“Mhmm, do you like it?”

Lila husks while already knowing the answer. Riley groans softly and kisses the blonde roughly. It lasts quite a while until Joss moans and puts a hand on Lila’s shoulder to push her back.

“Okay, you better get on your back so I can straddle that pretty face of yours before I cum.”

Joss husks and pushes Lila flat onto her back. Lila licks her lips at the roughness and nods her head submissively. Joss smirks and glances to Riley as she straddles the young woman’s hips.

“I love a girl who takes it rough.”

Joss draws as she stops with her thighs pressed against the outside of her perky breasts. Lila moans at the obvious radiating heat and delicious smell of arousal coming from the shaved pretty pussy in front of her. Lila moves Joss up to straddle her face, moving her arms to be behind the older woman. Riley slides on top of Lila behind Joss and grabs her wife’s hips. Lila looks up at them both with wide bright eyes waiting. Joss smiles when she realizes the blonde is waiting for permission.

“Let’s go, chica.”

Joss instructs and slides her hands into Lila’s soft hair. Lila quickly licks at the sweet juices above her with a guttural moan and slides her hands on top of Riley’s that still rest on Joss’s hips. Joss moans and tightens her fist in her hair.

“Focus on my clit. That gets me off the fastest.”

Joss husks and watched in a trance as Lila’s pretty pink lips circle around her bud. Joss clenches her jaw and groans in pleasure. Riley takes up the honor of kissing and nibbling her wife’s neck. Lila greedily moves her hands up and around the brunette’s lithe body to then cup her breasts. Joss moans and starts to grind her hips against the hot mouth on her.

“This okay?”

Joss asks softly. She knows some women like to be queened but little of them like to be ridden. Lila moans and gropes Joss’s breasts even harder in her answer. Her mouth is full and the last thing she wants is to be rude. Joss smiles and lets her head fall back with a moan.

“Fuck yes baby.”

Joss encourages and turns her head to meet her lips with Riley’s. Riley moans and raises one hand to Joss’s chin to keep her sexy wife in the kiss. Lila plays with those taut nipples in her palms and flicks her tongue over the throbbing bud between her lips. Joss groans and tries to pull away from the kiss but Riley keeps her chin in a firm grip.

“Ah, ah, ah. Kiss me while she makes you cum.”

Riley husks and slides one hand into rich dark hair to jerk back Joss’s head. Joss hisses at the discomfort but groans and grinds down harder on the blonde’s plump lips and moans. Riley turns Joss’s head and crushes their lips together. Lila sucks harder on Joss’s clit and drops her hands down to palm the brunette’s ass. Joss gasps against Riley’s lips.

“Fuck…mmm…I’m gonna- damn it.”

Joss groans out and Riley pulls back just enough to look down at the blonde beneath them.

“Flick your tongue really fast over her clit while you suck her off.”

Riley instructs to the young woman. Riley has learned what makes Joss crack and she loves it so much when it happens. Lila does as she’s told, making Joss arch her back and her body to become rigid.

“OH, FUCKING HELL! YES!”

Joss cries out and leans back into her wife. Riley kisses her neck and shoulder as she comes undone. Lila lets out a deep moan and greedily licks up all of the brunette’s juices. Joss sucks in a deep breath and raises herself off of Lila’s face.

“Fuck, your good.”

Joss whispers and removes her hand from the blonde’s hair. Lila smirks and runs her hands over the thighs straddling her head.

“I know.”

Lila jokes softly and bites her lip. Joss and Riley laugh and move off of the younger woman before laying down next to her.

“So, do you need a breather before Joss gets started on you? She’s pretty merciless when she gets between a pair of thighs.”

Riley teases. Joss reaches across the blonde to squeeze her wife’s hand with a smile.

“Gracias mi preciosa.”
(Thanks my gorgeous.)

Joss whispers with a mischievous smirk. Riley rolls her eyes and Lila chuckles.

“Nope, no breather. How merciless?”

Lila asks Riley excitedly. The older woman glances over to Joss before leaning into Lila.

“The first time she ate me out I saw stars, passed out, and then woke up the next morning barely being able to move because I was so sore.”

Riley husks to the blonde. Lila’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she smiles even brighter.

“That sounds like something to live up to. Are you up to the challenge?”

Lila asks, turning to smirk at the brunette. Joss raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the bold statement.

“Tu tener no idea, pequena chica.”
(You have no idea, little girl.)

Joss whispers closely to Lila’s ear as she rolls over to straddle slim hips. Lila’s breath catches at the Spanish tongue and she wets her lips anxiously. She has little to no clue of what Joss is saying but dear God does it sound dirty.

“Yo poder hacer tu rogar me en un segundo.”
(I can make you beg me in a second.)

Joss whispers with a hint of breathy lust in her voice. Lila bites her lip to hold in a moan when Joss’s hand trails down between her thighs.

“Solo para me a toco tu, a primero…y luego a hacer tu acabar.”
(Just for me to touch you, at first…and then to make you cum.)

Joss pulls back just enough to see the blonde’s eyes dark with lust. She smirks in confidence and roughly pushes her thighs apart.

“Get any of that?

Joss teases and scratches her fingers down to the blonde’s knee. Lila whimpers and bucks her hips up desperately, shaking her head.

“I-I, um, th-think I heard taco?”

Lila answers in confusion. Riley and Joss chuckle softly. Riley moves closer to them and kisses the small woman’s neck.

“She said, you have no idea, little girl. I can make you beg me in a second. Just for me to touch you, at first…and then to make you cum.”

Riley whispers and starts to play with the perfect breasts in front of her. Lila whimpers and tries to close her legs to ease the throbbing between them but Joss’s body prevents them from moving too far. Joss smirks and shakes her head.

“No mercy.”

Joss husks and shoves her hand between creamy white thighs. Lila’s breath is stolen from her lungs at the surprise of pleasure, those strong fingers rubbing her clit without a single second of hesitation. The blonde arches her back and bites her lip with another moan.

“Shit.”

Lila hisses and grabs the bed sheets. Joss chuckles lightly and presses her palm to the mattress next to the blonde’s head.

“Yeah?”

Joss husks and kisses the blonde lightly. Lila moans and raises her hand to tangle in Joss’s dark locks.

“So good.”

Lila whispers with her lips brushing against Joss’s. Riley brings her lips to her wife’s ear.

“Put your fingers inside of her. I want to rub her clit.”

Riley says softly with a smile. Joss turns her head to her and moves one hand to her wife’s chin.

“Are you going to help me fuck her?”

Joss whispers and dips her fingers down to slide two into the blonde’s wet cunt. Lila’s jaw drops and a moan rips from her throat. Her legs tense at the pleasure and her back arches again. Riley nods her head and moves her fingers to circle the younger woman’s clit.

“I want to make her cum again.”

Riley husks. Joss kisses her wife with a moan as her hand continues to fuck the little blonde. Her fingers are absolutely coated in her juices. Lila is writhing and moaning so much it makes the kissing couple pull back to smirk down at her. They both are enthralled by the younger woman so much that with one look they understand that they both want Lila to cum as many times as they can get her to cum. Lila sucks in breath after desperate breath for air.

“Oh SHIT- I…oh God damn. Yes! R-Right there! I’m so close!”

Lila cries out and grabs at Joss’s hip and Riley’s thigh. The other blonde’s lips close around her nipple to tease her along with the brunette’s fingers. Her orgasm crashes down on her, HARD. Lila, like Riley had said, sees stars. She arches her back in pleasure and prepares to come down from her orgasm but both women continue to fuck her like never before. She cries out again and clamps her thighs around the Latina. Joss smirks and chuckles lightly as Lila tries to push them away. Eventually, when Riley can tell that the blonde is about to pass out, she pulls her hand away then Joss’s. Joss tastes her fingers as the blonde drops back against the mattress. Riley clenches her thighs together from the need to cum. The slight friction it gives her makes a soft moan come out of her. Joss places a kiss on her wife’s shoulder.

“Let her relax for a few seconds then we’ll get to you, querida.”

(Darling)

Joss whispers to her love then moves off of the younger woman. Lila’s eyes flutter open at the movement and a smile spreads across her lips.

“You both are so amazing.”

Lila breathes out and runs her fingers across delicate skin. Riley smiles back and kisses the woman.

“Did you see stars?”

Riley whispers and takes pleasure in kissing the sweat slicked skin of the woman. Lila smiles wider and nods her head. Riley kisses the blonde’s lips with a soft moan. Joss watches silently before leaning down to kiss Riley’s side. Her blonde rolls onto her back with an excited smile. Lila licks her lips and joins the brunette near Riley’s legs. Joss bites her lip and studies her lover to think of the best position for both herself and Lila to fuck her wife. A dirty smile spreads across her lips.

“(Beautiful; Spanish), will you get onto all-fours for us?”

Joss asks sweetly. Riley raises a curious eyebrow but says nothing before rolling over and pushing herself up into position. Joss whispers the plan into the cute blonde’s ear before moving over to let Lila get to her spot. Riley looks over her shoulder to get a sneak at what the two women plan to do but a hand comes down on her ass. It makes her yelp and faces forward again.

“Look straight Riley…and no moving- not even those hips. Got it?”

Joss orders and rubs her palm gently over the pink patch of skin on the blonde’s ass. Riley nods her head and closes her eyes. She has no idea what to expect but she knows that Joss will take care of the throbbing between her thighs, hopefully, Lila as well. Lila, now in position underneath the older woman, softly runs her hands over the juicy ass above her. Riley bites her lip in anticipation. She can tell by the size of the hands on her ass that it is the small blonde and not her wife. Joss straddles the younger woman and watches her kiss the slick thighs surrounding her. They all know that Riley had been waiting quite a while for an orgasm and the arousal deliciously coating the older woman’s thighs is proof. Lila moans and slides her tongue up and down Riley’s slit, her taste is intoxicating. She wants to just dive in but she holds herself back at Joss’s request. Joss smiles when her wife’s desperate moan rings around the room. Her fingers tease around Riley’s soaked entrance and her other hand rakes her nails down her lover’s spine.

“Yes…Joss, please. I…I am so wet for you- Lila, please.”

Riley cries out in desperation. She holds her breath waiting for the two women to make a move, her harsh breaths the only sound in the room. Then a tongue is fluttering over her clit and two fingers are pushing inside of her. Riley moans loudly and drops her head down. Joss’s hand swiftly smacks the fine ass in front of her.

“Head up.”

Joss commands with utter authority. Both blonde’s shiver at the husky tone from the Latina. As Riley lifts her head she feels lips wrap around her clit and suck, causing her to moan again. The fingers inside of her pump faster.

“Riley, we’re going to give you an orgasm but you have to stay exactly where you are. I know Lila would hate to stop. Can you do that for us?”

Joss husks and curls her fingers just barely to tease her lover. Riley nods her head eagerly and stiffens her body so she can stay still. Lila moans softly and moves one hand to lay on Joss’s toned thigh. The brunette’s hand returns the touch with her fingers brushing across her nipple. Lila hums and flicks the tip of her tongue over Riley’s throbbing clit. Her other hand comes down to drag her nails along the back of the blonde’s thigh before moving back up for a rough squeeze of the married woman’s ass. From the moan, Lila knows she likes it.

“Fucking hell- you both feel so good.”

Riley whimpers and struggles not to push back onto her wife’s fingers. Joss picks up the pace with her fingers and gets Lila’s attention.

“She likes it when you suck her hard. It makes her get off quicker.”

Joss whispers with a voice low enough that she hopes Riley won’t hear. Lila nods her head and gets back to work, sucking fiercely on the woman’s clit. Riley nearly falls on top of the blonde from the utter pleasure.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Please, please!”

Riley growls ferociously. It takes all her effort not to collapse. Joss smirks and curls her fingers to hit her wife’s g-spot. Riley gasps and clutches at the sheets. She can’t even make words anymore. Lila feels the woman shaking above her and grips her hip to hold tight. Her tongue flicks the blonde’s clit and she sucks even harder. Riley cries out and starts to tremble as she feels her orgasm wave over her. Joss sends one hard calculated smack to her wife’s ass that pushes her over the edge. Riley screams in orgasm and helplessly drops down to her elbows. The young woman underneath her moans and eagerly laps at the juices flowing out of her as her wife continues to piston her fingers in and out of her clenching cunt. Riley feels her orgasm start to dissipate and groans at the aftershocks sparking through her body. Lil takes one last savory lick of the older woman’s pussy before helping her transition onto her back. Lila twists onto her side after Joss gets off of her to lay next to her. Riley’s hand finds her thigh and squeezes softly.

“Well done Lila, well done.”

The older blonde breathes put with closed eyes. Joss chuckles lightly and swiftly grabs a few blankets for them.

“You are magnificent. We’ve shared many women for years now and I think it’s safe to say that you rank number one. Right, darling?”

Joss asks her wife who hums softly and nods her head in response. Riley is already on her way to sleep when Lila feels an uncomfortable and nervous feeling come over her. Should she leave? They are acting as if she isn’t here so maybe she should go. But then again Riley has her hand on her thigh so… She decides to sit up which catches Joss’s attention but nor Riley’s considering she is fast asleep by now.

“You don’t have to leave. I mean, of course, you can if you would like to but we would love your company.”

Joss whispers softly so not to wake her wife and sits up along with Lila. The young blonde raises a precarious eyebrow.

“You would? Are you sure?- I’d hate to intrude on you both and I-I…”

Lila starts to ramble softly when she stutters to a stop from Joss’s lips kissing her shoulder over to her neck.

“Sometimes, Lila, my wife and I like to have breakfast in bed.”

Joss husks and drags her teeth over Lila’s earlobe. Lila shivers and lets out a light laugh.

“Okay, you’re very convincing.”

Lila whispers back before allowing Joss to lead her back to the bed. In seconds she is fast asleep between the two wives.

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Lila wakes up slowly like she just had the best deep sleep of her life. Her eyes blink away sleep and that is when she realizes that she is not at home…and she isn’t alone either. Suddenly an arm around her waist moves and she looks behind her to see a smoking hot sleeping blonde cuddled against her. Riley…and Joss. They’re married and she went home with them last night. Holy fuck! The sex was amazing! Wait, where is Joss? Lila questions and looks around the room. The door opens and Lila sees Joss in a silk robe walk in precariously carrying three cups of coffee. Joss smiles.

“Good morning. I didn’t expect either of you to be awake. There goes my plan of waking you up with coffee and orgasms.”

Joss draws in her enticing Spanish accent. Lila lets out a light laugh and gratefully takes the coffee mug offered to her.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I went with a little bit of cream and sugar.”

Joss says and sips her own coffee as she sits down on the side of the bed. Lila moans and closes her eyes at the hot creamy sugary liquid.

“Perfect. Thank you.”

Lila nods eagerly and takes another sip. Joss smiles warmly then looks at her wife.

“I know how she loves to sleep in but I don’t think I can resist any longer. Care to join me in waking her up?”

Joss asks mischievously and rounds the bed to Riley’s side while taking off the robe. Lila smiles and swiftly sets down her drink on the nightstand before turning around carefully so not to wake the slumbering woman. Joss takes up the little bit of space on the other side of Riley. Riley is laying on her side facing Lila with one arm wrapped around the small blonde’s waist. Joss kisses her wife’s strong shoulders before furthering down her back under the covers. Riley moans and writhes in her sleep, aching for more of Joss. Lila moves her hand to gently fondle the breasts in front of her. Riley groans and blinks her eyes open slowly. Her eyes widen and she gasps at the feel of soft lips kissing her thighs. Then she looks at the cute blonde her wife and she had taken home last night.

“Holy shit. Is Joss-?”

Riley breathes out in question and looks over her shoulder to see her wife’s form underneath the covers. Lila moves down to suck on the taught nipples in front of her.

“Yes. I suggest you get onto your hands and knees so she has more room.”

Lila whispers to the blonde and sinks her teeth just lightly into her nipples. Riley moans deeply and does as the young woman suggests. Once she is on her hands and knees Joss swiftly slides underneath her love to do what she loves. Riley’s eyes roll back in her head and she arches her back at the first touch of Joss’s tongue. Lila flicks her tongue over the tight nipples and moves one hand to tangle in soft hair. She pulls her head back and smiles when Riley sucks in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Lila.”

Riley growls lustfully and arches into the woman’s mouth. Her hand finds it’s way down to cup the wet heat between Lila’s thighs. She moans when Joss’s tongue flicks furiously against her clit. She loves morning sex- especially with her wife and another woman. Joss loves it as well. The simple fact that herself and another woman is driving her wife crazy with lust is enough to make her cum. Lila, being new to threesomes with married couples, is learning to love it as well. She moans against the soft skin of Riley’s breast and eagerly spreads her legs to make room for the hand between her thighs. She releases the blonde’s hair to scratch her nails down her back.

“I want you to cum.”

Lila mumbles and cranes her neck to connect her lips with Riley’s. Her teeth sink into a plump bottom lip as the older woman moans in pleasure. Riley grinds against the mouth on her and presses her fingers against the blonde little clit and rubs. The cute girl arches her back and humps her fingers. Joss hums against the sensitive clit in her mouth and digs her nails into the sweet ass above her. She fights back a smile when Riley lets out her telltale moan and whimper. She’s close. Her hips buck harder against her face and she holds out her tongue for Riley to grind on. Riley cries out loudly and rubs the young woman’s clit like never before. Lila gasps and pulls Riley’s lips harder against her. Their lips are tightly fused together and they swallow each other’s moan. Joss, overcome with agony from her throbbing clit, slides one of her hands between her thighs to rub her clit hard and fast. From the moans both women are crying out she can tell they are close to climax. She desperately wants to be falling over the edge with them. Her moans and groans are muffled by the delicious pussy above her.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Riley squeaks and both women hear her. They all double their efforts to cum- to make each other cum. Lila falls over the edge first, her scream bouncing around the room with passion and desire. Riley follows next. She throws her head back with a moan and swiftly tangles her fingers in soft dark locks to hold Joss’s tongue against her while she grinds against it. Joss finally follows the two women with her thighs clenching around her hand after she buries two fingers inside of herself. They all convulse in orgasm and pull away from each other when they become too sensitive to touch. Riley collapses onto the bed and makes sure that she’s not on top of her wife. Lila smiles in satisfaction and bites her lip smugly. Joss chuckles and sucks on her fingers briefly before saying what they are all thinking.

“That was so fucking hot.”

She breathes out. Lila giggles and Riley smiles in exhaustion. Lila reaches over to the nightstand to grab her cooled coffee for a quick sip. Joss sits up and gives her love a quick kiss on her lips.

“Good morning.”

Joss whispers before Riley moans at the taste of herself and kisses her again. Lila licks her lips and starts to feel the uncomfortable feeling rise in her chest again. She sets her coffee onto the table again and clears her throat.

“I think I should go.”

Lila mumbles and slides out of bed. The two women part and look at the cute blonde. Riley lays back against the bed and puts one hand behind her head with a smile.

“Lila…if you keep wanting to run out then I’m going to keep you here until you realize that we want you here.”

Riley smirks when the cute blonde blushes. Joss chuckles and places a soft kiss to her wife’s strong collarbone.

“Lila, would you like to use the shower?”

Joss asks gets off the bed as well. Lila nods her head and follows the sexy brunette into the bathroom. She blushes, even more, when dark brown eyes scan her body as she gets into the shower. Joss walks back out to her wife with a groan of lust.

“I fucking love you, Riley.”

Joss husks and climbs back into bed to lay down next to her wife. Riley curls into Joss’s body and links their fingers together. She smiles and kisses the brunette’s shoulder.

“I love you too.”

Riley whispers. They lay in bed silently holding each other, reconnecting after their night and morning together with Lila. The shower turns off and both women part to put on their robes. Joss lays out the young woman’s clothes on the made bed then they walk downstairs to make breakfast. They are just finishing cooking when Lila comes into the kitchen.

“Hey. Do you want breakfast? We have bacon, eggs, and pancakes.”

Riley says smiley and happy. Lila smiles back but shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have to go into the office to finish some paperwork I didn’t get to last night.”

She blushes and crosses her arms. Joss smirks and walks over to give the blonde a soft but meaningful kiss. When she pulls back Lila is smiling like an idiot.

“Riley and I agreed that we will definitely be asking you back into our bedroom.”

Joss whispers into her ear. Lila smiles and looks at Riley walking toward them.

“In 6 months of course so if anything happens in that time like you get a girlfriend then please, don’t feel pressured to say yes. Alright?”

Riley asks and pushes a strand of hair behind Lila’s ear. Lila shivers when both women start to kiss her neck. She lets out a laugh and holds up her hands in surrender.

“Okay- okay. I need to go or I’ll be late.”

They pull away and smile mischievously. Lila quickly kisses them both on the cheek before backing away slowly.

“Thank you for everything and I am looking forward to your call.”

Lila says with a smile. She turns around with a deep breath and leaves the couple and their home. Riley goes back to cooking and Joss looks at her wife with a smirk.

“Riley, my love, I want to take you on the counter.”

Joss husks and walks toward the blonde with determination. Riley turns around in surprise and is immediately backed against the counter by her wife. Their lips crush together with a passionate moan, from who, they don’t know.

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This piece is more of a stroke story than my usual ones, though to most, there’s probably still an average amount of build-up. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

I wasn’t really thrilled with the suit. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, ‘dress for the job you want.’ And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded great in theory, but the lack of freedom was… restricting. She cooked the meals for the two of us, which was definitely kind, but… I kind of missed having autonomy over my own meals. If I skipped a meal, like a good mom, she’d ask why. Then I’d tell her I had a fast food meal with my friends, and even though she likely didn’t care… some part of me just felt guilty.

Staying out late wasn’t something she forbade, but she was a light sleeper and I was kind of clumsy. I’m sure if I asked, I could bring a boyfriend or something over, but… yeah. If you know, you know. There was no way in hell I was doing that while I still lived with her.

I wanted my own place, living in the city by my own means. And she wanted me to make good use of my business degree. So, here I was, at Parallax Systems, with precisely zero previous work in the office industry, looking up at the several-stories-tall building, doing my best not to get cold feet.

Like all office buildings, the place was a maze, though luckily a helpful worker at the front of the building gave me the directions where to go. It was one of those buildings that had several corporations in it, so I had to go through several hallways and two elevators just to find my way.

At the end of the last hallway, I saw a window into another room with the blinds down. The window read, “Parallax Systems: The Optimal Solution.” God knows your business would fail if your tagline actually included what you sell. Giving a sharp exhale and clearing my throat, I opened the door to find a waiting room of sorts, with some kind of secretary typing away.

Like me, she was wearing a grey suit, but unlike me, it complimented her black skin beautifully. I was always a little embarrassed of my paleness – it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to tan, I’d either remain painfully white or get badly burned. She had a kind of stern face when she typed, but the rest of her was hidden behind her computer and desk. Upon seeing me, her stern face disappeared, revealing instead a dazzling smile that almost made me think she was in the wrong industry.

“Hello there! I assume you’re Rachel?”

I smiled. “Yes, I am!”

“Hi, I’m Jennifer. Welcome to Parallax! Mr. Laurent is just finishing up a meeting right now, but he’ll buzz me as soon as he’s done. Would you care to take a seat?”

“Oh,” was all I said in response. I could get flustered easily, and it was clear this poor woman had to do a lot of PR work given her professional voice. I walked over to the chairs on the other side of the room and sat down, playing with my thumbs.

I think I just wanted to be distracted by anything rather than thinking about the upcoming interview, but Jennifer was distractingly attractive. God knows I wasn’t thinking about it for any reason other than jealousy – I didn’t swing that way – but she was the type of person who was definitely a headturner.

I know everyone goes crazy for blue eyes, and call me a self-hater, but I wasn’t crazy about my own blue eyes. Blue eyes just didn’t do it for me. Jennifer’s were a beautiful light brown, the rare kind of eyes you only see once a year or something, the kind that make you stop in your tracks and say, “Woah.” My own blond hair was done up hastily in a kind of ponytail, but Jennifer had these natural braids going on that drove me wild with envy. They looked so good on her that I began to feel as though I should have spent more time on my hair, in case this was a thing Mr. Laurent liked in his employees or something.

I frowned and looked down. It probably was not helping my confidence to keep comparing myself to this woman, especially a woman already working for Mr. Laurent, and trying to look for differences. Something in the air was making me nervous. It was likely the impending doom of the interview coming up, but… if felt like there was something else going on.

Was it the temperature? No, it wasn’t too hot or anything. The place had that ‘corporate air conditioner’ vibe to it, where it was slightly colder than it probably should have been, but not cold enough to be bothersome. Well, if it wasn’t the temperature, what could it have bee-

“Oh, by the way, did you happen to bring a second copy of your resume with you?” Jennifer interrupted me out of nowhere.

I shifted in my seat. “Uh, no, should I have?”

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just thinking, perhaps to help you out, I could look over your resume before the interview began, just in case there’s something I know Mr. Laurent will point out or something.” She flashed me another smile. “Just looking out for you!”

“Oh, that’s s-sweet,” I replied. What was wrong with me? “Are y-you sure? I don’t want to distract you from your work.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me!” she replied, smiling warmly. “I’m, uh, actually nearly finished my workload for the day.”

I looked at the clock, then back at her. “It’s not even lunch yet!”

She chuckled and gave me another dazzling smile. “What can I say? My hands know how to get the job done.”

The way she said it wasn’t suggestive or anything, just said factually, but I could feel myself blushing. I could be a little crowd-shy at times, but I never got this flustered usually. What was I on?

I turned away to my tote bag, hoping to hide my face from her until my blushing went away, and retrieved my resume from my bag. “I just have the one, but if you want, we could go over it, if you want.”

She smiled at me, clearly used to flustered behavior from interviewees. “Sounds like a plan,” she laughed. “May I see it?”

I handed the paper to her, for some reason deciding to avoid looking her in the eye. I needed my iconic steely resolve that everyone totally knew me for, so I couldn’t spend it frivolously on anyone but my interviewer.

She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me as she took the paper, accidentally touching one of my fingers in the process. For whatever reason, I retracted my hand and went quickly to sit back down, leaving her to look over my resume while I sat, waited, and moved my thighs together in my seat.

After a few seconds, she lifted her head to where she thought I was, then confusedly looked over to where I was. A confused expression still painted on her face, she half-chuckled at me. “Don’t you want to go over this together?” she asked me, a melodic tone to her voice.

“Uh… oh,” I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my legs together subconsciously. “Yeah, of course.” I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a better view.

Of the resume. The resume. Don’t get me wrong, from my point of view, it would have been all too easy to get a look down her suit jacket if I wanted to, but this was a professional work environment, she might have been a future coworker, and plus, I wasn’t into girls. It just wasn’t me.

Jennifer started going over the resume with me, pointing out certain things on the paper and explaining to me which things I should emphasize and which things I should skip over, supplementing the advice wirth pointers about Mr. Laurent, the types of questions he sometimes asked, and what he’s looking for as answers. Eventually I had to put a hand down on the paper and stop her.

“Jennifer… if I can, uh, call you Jennifer…” I clumsily began. I was definitely blushing. I had no clue why though.

She laughed puzzledly. “Feel free! I mean, that is my name…”

“I really appreciate this, but… why are you helping me out like this? Do you help out all of the people that come here looking for a job?”

Jennifer looked down and bit her lip, smirking. I felt my suit jacket get tighter across my breasts. I shifted in place. “Okay, fine, you got me,” she half-laughed. “Truth is, Mr. Laurent has a bit of a… standard around here. A few basic expectations. And along the way, I’ve gotten to understand a lot of those expectations, and make a couple of my own. So, I help those who…” She looked back up at me. “…I want to get the job. You know, my favorites.”

My breath was caught in my throat. I squeezed my thighs together again. Was I getting… wet? No. This had to be some kind of coincidence or something. I gave a nervous chuckle and looked back at her. “And I’m… one of your favorites?”

She gave me that brilliant smile. The one I was weak for. “You’re certainly impressing so far. I’m just doing what I can to help someone out. Us girls sticking together.”

I looked from the paper slowly back to her face. She said nothing, but smiled at me and looked back down at my resume. Her scent was so strong it practically clouded my vision. I couldn’t describe her scent – some kind of combination of perfume, something deep and fruity, mixed with… something else deep. It’s like, a smell you’ve smelled before once, but only once, and it’s the best thing on the planet. You just want to keep inhaling it forever. Forever.

“Did you hear me?” Jennifer’s voice brought me back to life. “Your mind seems… elsewhere.”

I gave my head a shake. “Uh, sorry. Nerves. Could you repeat that?”

Jennifer stared at me for a few seconds and finally cleared her throat. “Is something going on, Rachel?” she asked me.

“No, nothing,” I lied. Of course something was wrong, I could feel a heat growing between my legs, burning brighter by the second, to the extent where I wasn’t going to be able to stand for much longer. “Just nerves!”

“Because it seems like something is wrong,” Jennifer continued, standing up. “And if something is bothering you, we can’t have you seeing Mr. Laurent like that.” She was maybe a few inches from my face. “And as his secretary, it’s my duty to make sure the interview goes as smoothly as it can,” she continued, speaking just above a whisper.

I couldn’t ignore it anymore. No, fuck it, I couldn’t take it anymore. My poor pussy was practically pulsing in my pants. I didn’t know what was going on today, or what came over me, but I needed this woman, badly. I didn’t care how, but I did care when – right now.

I don’t know who made the first move, me or her. I didn’t care. Within a second, our open mouths were attacking each other, our bodies practically sealed by the lips, with our well-dressed bodies mashing and grinding up against each other, all attempts at subtlety and politeness gone. I melted, bringing my arms around Jennifer, and in response, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and slammed me against the wall, making a worryingly loud noise. Her tongue invaded my mouth as she ground her hips against me with a purpose and passion I had never felt before for any man. All I could do was attempt to keep up and take her tongue and submit to her, which I eagerly did.

I have no clue how much time had passed before she finally retracted her mouth and loosened her grip on me. When she did, she smiled at me through mischievous, half-squinted eyes, like I was a conquest she had won or something. I had been with so many men that thought they came across like that, or that they were these alpha wolves that had me begging and subservient for them, but I never felt anything like what I felt for this woman right at this moment. Still looking at me, she made her way over to the front door, locking it, inspecting the blinds in front of the window afterwards. After she was satisfied that no one could peek in, she put a finger to her lips and picked up her phone, dialing one number and putting it to her ear.

“Hi, Mr. Laurent? …Yes, I’m with her now. …Actually, we were hoping to get a bit longer in the pre-interview… yes, that’s right, just a few things. You understand, right? …Wonderful! …Yes, we would, is it too much to ask the others to use the back entrance if they need to? …Fantastic, thank you so much.” She put down the phone and looked at me hungrily. “We have the room to ourselves.”

Even though I was wet and never wanted anyone more, the extremeness of the situation was starting to get to me. “C-can we know for sure that no one is going to just burst in on us? A-and the noise-”

Jennifer put her finger to my lips and donned her most innocent expression. “Good employees know how to say many things in few words,” she told me in a very serious, yet almost sickeningly sweet voice. “And as we all know, actions speak louder than words.”

With that, she launched on me again, pushing me back against the wall, aiming for my neck this time. All thoughts of nervousness and ‘what if’ left my brain as I could think about nothing but her hot lips on my neck, her hips pushing and grinding against mine, and the moans coming out of my mouth without my thinking, moans I had never even heard myself make before.

I ground my hips back against her and felt the very welcome intrusion of her teeth in my neck, biting down hard, but not too hard. Enough to make me whimper and squirm. While I was busy being enveloped by the pleasure of her kisses and bites on my neck, Jennifer was busy working my suit jacket off, and once I had come back to the land of the living enough to realize what she was doing, I helped her work my jacket off, rewarding her with a view of my white undershirt. It was clear from her hungering glance that she wanted to see me with the shirt off too, but she was preoccupied with her own suit jacket first.

I gasped when it came off. Even through her work shirt, it was clear that Jennifer wasn’t wearing a bra! She noticed where I was staring and gave a low laugh. “Surprised?” she asked seductively, her voice like butter, as she undid her buttons one by one. “Ever played with a woman’s boobs before?” she asked knowingly, nearly all of the buttons undone.

I shook my head dumbly, staring at her chest.

“Mm, I thought not. Good, I like converting straight girls. Now come here and see what you’ve been missing,” she ordered, releasing her shirt with perfect timing.

I was such a fool to think she had a perfect body with clothes on. Her boobs were absolutely perfect. They were the same shade of brown as the rest of her flawless skin, with the exception of course of her much darker nipples. She had such cute areolae, shaped with little polka-dots of blackness that came together, instead of my exact circles Jennifer would no doubt be seeing soon. Her nipples stood proud and erect, with her left one pierced; my pussy throbbed at the idea of sucking that one first. I came into this office thinking I wasn’t into girls, but now here I was, realizing her pierced nipple was one of my biggest fetishes ever.

It wasn’t long before we were on the floor of the office, my back against the shag carpeting of her secretary office with her dangling her perfect fat tits in my face, telling me to suck them. I couldn’t control myself and greedily took the pierced one, taking it into my mouth and sucking hungrily.

Jennifer winced and lightly pulled back at the sudden pain. “Easy, baby!” she laughed with pain in her voice. “I know they’re irresistible but you gotta go slow. Run your tongue over them. Tease me before you dive into it. Build up to the pleasure, don’t just rush into it.”

I eagerly obeyed every order she gave me like a little puppy, eager to please her and be pleased in return. I would have done anything for her. She smiled so confidently as she mashed her body into mine from above, making me her little bitch. I loved the feeling of her body on top of mine. I could get so very used to this. I wanted to get this job so badly, just so I could walk into work to be greeted with this every day.

She cooed as I got better at pleasing her and sucking on her beautiful wonderful boobs. She began to mash them into my face, getting more and more into it herself, her grinding on me becoming subconscious. She was losing control, and wanting it nearly as badly as I did.

She kept biting her bottom lip and smiling hungrily at me, knowing that she was corrupting me in every way she wanted to. I was becoming someone different than the woman who entered this building. I could practically feel my thoughts rewiring to only want her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every second of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a hand to get my attention. “Alright, Rachel, that’s enough. You’ve done very well, and I think you deserve to know what it feels like yourself.”

I practically ripped my shirt off as soon as she got off of me, earning a soft chuckle from her. She helped me undo the last few buttons, smiling at me and stealing every kiss she could get from me along the way. Eventually, the shirt was off, but I, being a prude, still had to undo my bra. What was I thinking, bringing this silly thing with me here?

When my bra was off, Jennifer took some time to appreciate what was in front of her. She eyed me all over and, as always, bit her bottom lip in seduction. Her light brown eyes focused on mine. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel,” she told me in awe. Without another word, she inches forward, bringing her mouth to my chest, looking me in the eyes and nodding before continuing. I nodded back.

She extended her tongue forward, and began slowly, opting to trail upwards to my nipples from the middle of my chest instead. She arrived at my right nipple and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact with my nipple even once. I groaned in sexual frustration, and she looked up at me and grinned through the kisses as she continued. For the next few minutes, or at least what felt like it, she would avoid my nipples, kissing all over, but never on the spots I wanted her to hit. At the moment when I opened my mouth to object, she flicked her tongue across my nipple for the first time, and, weak as I was for this woman, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. I was so stimulated and pent up by this beautiful secretary, and she had me lying down in her office, my pussy throbbing, all just from licking across my nipple once.

And she did much more than just that. Once the floodgates had been opened, Jennifer began kissing, sucking, licking, and even lightly biting my nipple, all while her hand played with my other. No one was even touching my pussy and yet I felt like I was in heaven. I squirmed and practically spasmed in place, feeling the heat of Jennifer on top of me, moaning and calling her name, all while she did way less than any of my previous boyfriends had done to me combined. So why was I feeling so much more for her than I did for any of them any time they tried to touch me?

I couldn’t wait any longer. “I w-want to eat you,” I could barely get out, while Jennifer still had her beautiful lips wrapped around my nipple. Once I said this, her eyebrows shot up and her mouth came off me with a light ‘pop.’ “Is that so?” she purred, standing up. “I admire your ambition.” Not waiting for me to stand up or even sit up, she began taking her pants off for me, not being shy in the slightest about being naked in her own office.

With the way this naughty minx thought about bras, I was almost expecting her not to wear any panties either, but when her pants came off (having to almost peel them off of her delicious wide hips), they revealed a pretty black pair of panties that looked a little skimpy to be wearing underneath a suit. She started to take them off, but apparently had a better idea.

She motioned for me to sit up, then ordered me, “On your knees.” I did as she told, and she smiled at me. “So, have you ever seen a woman’s pussy in person?” I shook my head no nervously. “Good girl. Well, you’re going to get acquainted with it soon, so do us both a favor. Get your head in nice and close. Take a deep breath.”

I gasped at her request, but readily did what I was told. I leaned my head in, past the point of no return, until my nose was against the fabric of her panties, and breathed in.

Then again. Then another one. Then a hungry lick. This was the smell. This is what I wanted so badly, without even knowing it, from the moment I entered. I was licking her like a dumb slut over and over, losing control over myself as I breathed her in. Jennifer laughed and ground her hips against my face. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that, you little whore,” she told me in a husky voice. After a few seconds, she pried my face away and removed her panties, letting me see my first pussy in person.

It looked absolutely mouth-watering. I don’t know what I was expecting, but from the moment I first saw it, I was for some reason so glad she didn’t shave. Her pussy was covered in hair and pussy with her arousal, with her clit visible even through the hair, just waiting for me to learn how to make her cum. I looked up at Jennifer with puppylike submissive obedient little eyes, silently pleading to get closer again so I could learn to eat it. Smirking, Jennifer gave me the okay and I dove in.

Much like with her boobs, I had no clue what I was doing at first, though I was much more aware this time, partially due to Jennifer’s demonstration, that less is more. I began by experimentally licking her folds, and paying light attention to the clit, though I was super gentle with hers knowing that mine was incredibly sensitive. The more I played with it, the more Jennifer’s moans (and she definitely was a moaner) let me know what I was doing right. The mental image of a professional secretary office, with the secretary standing naked in the middle of the room, her dumb bitch on her knees eating her out right there where she stood, was so sexy to me. I really wanted to open my pants and masturbate as I was pleasing her, but something stopped me. I think it was because this was clearly all about Jennifer’s pleasure. She was like… my Mistress, and how dare I think about my own pleasure when I needed to focus all of my time and energy on my Mistress’ pleasure? Hers was more important than mine.

God, I was down bad.

I kept licking and began using my fingers in tandem with my tongue, learning to use them together to achieve what one couldn’t have done on its own. Jennifer clearly appreciated my efforts, and moaned to the heavens while bringing both of her hands to the back of my head and making sure her good little girl kept licking and pleasing her. As if I would do anything other than that – my Mistress needed pleasing, and I don’t care how much I humiliated myself for her or who saw me, I lived and breathed for this woman and her pleasure. It was the most important thing in the world to me.

Between her moans, Jennifer kept giving me instructions on what she wanted me to do. God, it was so hot. Hearing her normally professional voice breaking down and giving in to her pleasure like I gave in to mine, and using such harsh language the closer she was to an orgasm. “Fuck yeah, fuck fuck fuck, you’re such a good little bitch, you’re my good little submissive whore, aren’t you? Fuck yeah you are…” Fuck yeah I was. I loved the way she degraded me as she fucked my mouth better than any man in my life did. No man ever earned the title of ‘Master’ for me. But Jennifer won me over almost embarrassingly quickly, and now, I would have eaten her out in public any time she asked me to. We could have been waiting for the bus, as girlfriend and girlfriend – I blushed at the thought, even as I was tongue-deep in her pussy – and she could snap her fingers and I’d be on my knees again for her in a second, sparing no thought for the other people around us as I humiliated myself, thrusting my face into her pussy like it was the best thing I ever tasted. Because it was.

Jennifer’s pitch got more and more high pitched and breathier as she approached her orgasm. She also got a lot rougher with me, pulling my hair and slamming her hips into my face, and letting me know who I was to her.

“You’re just a fucking little whore! A dormant slut, not knowing your purpose in life until you met me! And now that you’ve met me, what are you going to do, bitch?!”

I took my mouth off of her pussy long enough to answer. “I’m going to eat you out every day, mistress.”

“Fuck right you are. You’re just a dumb little sex toy. You exist for me, and my pleasure! You’re going to get so fucking good at eating me out, and you’re going to get addicted to it, if you aren’t already! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!!”

Jennifer practically sprayed in my face, and I loved every second of it. She was a huge squirter, and it turned me on so much, having her juices splash across my face, or at least the juices I couldn’t drink down. She had given me her mark, claimed me, made me hers. ‘Mistress’ was almost an insult. ‘Goddess’ was more like it. I hoped to God I would get the job and get to see that face, and eat that pussy, every single day.

We remained like that for a bit until both of us, at the same time, remembered where we were. I would have liked to have had my pussy eaten, but there were more pressing matters at hand. I scrambled around, gathering my clothes and using a hand-mirror Jennifer kept in her desk to clean my face and organize my hair so it looked as presentable as possible, while Jennifer, still dressing, picked up the phone and pressed one number on the dial.

“Hello, Mr. Laurent! …Yes, she’s ready for you now. I… less time than usual? Well, she had a pretty impressive resume! Yes sir, I have a good feeling about her! …Wonderful, I’ll send her right in.” She put the phone down and stared at me, re-buttoning her shirt but remaining bottomless. I don’t know if it was just a weird out-of-order thing for her or if she was shirking the pants as a personal choice. She put her shirt jacket on quickly afterwards but just chucked the pants away under the desk, answering my question, then sexily sauntered over to me and kissed me deeply.

“I’ll pull as many strings as I can to make this happen,” she whispered sexily into my ear. “Go in there and wow him. And afterwards, be sure to see me on the way out.” She gave me another peck on the cheek and winked at me, sitting down at her desk and going back to typing away as if I never entered. I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, then gathered my resume back together and exhaled briefly one last time, steeling me for the interview.

After going through the door, I walked through a small open corridor to find Mr. Laurent’s room at the end. I couldn’t help but wonder, if the secretary was like this, what in the hell was the boss going to be like? Was he going to answer the door naked or something? I knocked on the door and it was promptly opened, revealing who I assumed to be Mr. Laurent.

He was a good-looking tall middle-aged black man, in a dark blue suit that looked good on him. He had a very serious face, but upon seeing me, a warm smile broke out. “Welcome! I trust you’re Rachel? Please, come in, take a seat.” He closed the door behind me. “Jennifer talked to me about you. She said she had a good feeling about you, and she doesn’t say that about a lot of people!”

I took my seat and cleared my throat timidly. “I take it Jennifer is your secretary?”

Mr. Laurent took a seat at his desk in an overly casual way. “Ha! In a manner of speaking, I guess. See, that’s her title around here, but first and foremost, Jennifer is my daughter.”

I couldn’t help the look of alarm from spreading across my face as I realized only then just now what I was getting into. “Ah-ah-ah!” Mr. Laurent pre-emptively held up a finger to me. “I see that look, and I’ve gotten it before. But I assure you, Jennifer is one of the brightest, most qualified people I‘ve ever hired, if not the most. And she’s an amazing people person.” Yeah, you could say that again. “I assure you it’s not nepotism. And trust me, you’ll like her. If you get the position, you’ll likely be working with her just as much as I do on a daily basis. Anyway, are you ready to start the interview?”

I stared at him, mouth still slightly open, not sure how to answer.

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I wrote this story for my own entertainment, but due to my girlfriend’s positive response to it, I’ve decided to post it here. Though it isn’t specified in the story itself, all characters are either eighteen, nineteen, or twenty years old. There are many scenes containing both gay and lesbian sex, so if this doesn’t interest you, I would warn you not to proceed. However, if you do continue, I hope that you enjoy.

Cooper was one of Jet’s best friends, a seemingly eternally relaxed boy who despite being a bit short and always dressing in dark colors had a pretty powerful presence wherever he went. Part of this was the fact that despite multiple comments informing him of this, he insisted on wearing far too much body spray. However, most of this was attributed to his powerful sense of observation and his willingness to weigh in on the personal matters of friends and strangers alike, offering advice to anyone who cared. Edgar and Christabella were a couple, albeit an odd one. Edgar was a somewhat tall and athletic guy dressed in greys and whites with a quiet and reserved disposition. He almost never spoke at the parties, and seemed pretty uncomfortable in social situations, but otherwise was pretty relaxed. Christabella was his opposite, clad all in black and wearing various strange pieces of jewelry. She was a bit of a wild card, fond of the occult and also not one to be the center of attention, but she actually seemed to enjoy the parties regardless, hanging out with Edgar and close friends in the corner of the room, poking fun and laughing.

Aria and Violet were friends of the couple, the former being a lean and almost boyishly figured girl wearing a bright red athletic tee and blue jeans, laughing quietly as she sipped on the beverage in her hand. She was much more social than the rest, having been at the center of the party all night, pulling out some admittedly impressive dancing skills. It was only just within the past few minutes that she had taken a seat to rest, and there were beads of sweat on her brow which she wiped unceremoniously away with a smile on her face as they talked. Violet chuckled every now and then, emptying her cup and flipping it upside down before reaching for a cigarette. She was pretty mellow most of the time, but she could be fun if she wanted to.

They sat and joked around for a while, before Violet spoke up. “Any more booze, Jet?” she asked, taking a puff of her cigarette. She was dressed somewhat similarly to Christabella, in a dark faux-corset top laced with emerald green ribbon under a black jacket. She had positioned herself on the floor with her back against the couch, her legs disappeared beneath her layered black skirt. Her cleavage, however, was present as ever, as her bust was on the large side and she (likely on purpose) always seemed to have shirts at a size too small. “Not that I’m letting you get your hands on. I’d like to have some left when the night’s over.” Jet replied with a smirk, flopping down on a chair in the corner of the room. The group laughed at the rib, and Violet spoke again. “Fine then. But if there’s not going to be any liquid fun, how about a game?”

The room quieted a bit in interest. “Like what?” Christabella asked, leaning forward on the couch where she sat, between Violet on the floor and Edgar on the middle cushion next to her. “Dares in a hat?” Violet offered, grinning. Edgar sighed and rolled his eyes, but Christabella smiled and Cooper offered an “I’m game.” His expression was hard to read with his black and white bangs covering a sizable portion of his face, but his lips were upturned ever so slightly. Aria cocked her head, confused. “Dares in a hat?” she inquired. “Basically,” Jet explained, “Everyone writes their name and puts it in a hat. Each person takes turn drawing names, and the person who drew gets to make the person whose name they draw do a dare of their choice.” Violet looked to Aria expectantly. “So?” Aria shrugged. “Why the hell not?” Jet sighed through his smile. “Guess we’re decided. I’ll find a hat and some paper.” Edgar spoke up “I don’t suppose I get a say?” he didn’t appear convinced that this was the case. “Of course babe… but we already outvote you, so it doesn’t really matter.” Christabella answered with a kiss on his cheek. He exhaled slowly and accepted his fate.

Jet returned shortly after with the supplies, and soon each of the group had written their names and positioned themselves in a circle around the hat, dropping in their names. “And so I am doomed.” Edgar murmured as he let his paper fall with the rest. “Oh loosen up, Edgar. Have a little fun for once.” Aria chastised, rubbing her hands together. “So who goes first?” she asked. “You’re the first-timer, Aria. You go first.” Christabella suggested. No one spoke up in opposition, so Aria shrugged. “Alright.”

Reaching into the hat, she pulled out a slip, and unfolded it to read the name. “Cooper.” she announced. Cooper arched his back and rolled his shoulders under his hoodie, smirking. “Give me your worst, newbie.” Aria scoffed. “What kind of dares can I give?” she asked. “Whatever you want.” Jet answered. “Okay…” Aria starting, mulling it over. “I dare you to lose that stupid hoodie. It’s like 80 degrees down here, you freak.” Everyone chuckled, and Cooper did as he was told, shaking his head as he did. “What?” Aria asked, looking around. “Nothing, it’s just that we didn’t realize you were that tame and unimaginative.” Christabella teased. “What do you mean by that?” Aria asked. “You’ll see.” Violet answered. Now it was Edgar who spoke up, concerned. “Wait… and what does THAT mean?” Everyone laughed again. “I forgot that you’d never played with us either.” Christabella said through a smile. Edgar went to speak again, but was cut off by Cooper. “Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna play? It’s my turn now, suckers.”

Cooper stuck his hand into the hat, pulling out a slip and reading the name. “Christabella.” He turned to her, grinning, and she met him with a challenging stare. After a moment, he spoke. “I dare you to act like you and Edgar are here alone for two minutes, to show them what we mean.” Christabella grinned, as Edgar turned to her questioningly. “Is that some kind of code? What does he mean?” Aria looked on with similar confusion. “What does who mean?” She asked. “We’re here alone.” Before he could inquire further, Christabella pushed him back against the couch, straddling his lap, and pressing her lips onto his. In his stunned shock, he sat unmoving while she continued. She leaned her mouth in close to his ear, whispering softly “I’m going to have fun, having you all to myself.” His eyes danced across the room, but his focus was poorly swayed from his girlfriend, who now grinded his lap, her ass getting pushed well into view under her tight black jeans, a bit of pink peeking out from beneath.

“Nice panties.” Aria stammered, trying to hide her astonishment, but Christabella gave no response. Instead, she continued her motion while reaching to grab Edgar’s head and pull it in toward her chest. When she released, his blush came into view, and she stopped, leaving her straddle to stand, letting her hair down. “How do you want me?” She asked, running a hand over her body. Violet had to throw a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing. Edgar was bewildered. Aria looked around the room and saw Cooper and Jet smiling widely. “You’re not nervous are you? Don’t worry. Jet won’t mind. I’m sure dirtier things have happened on this couch.” She reached behind her back under her shirt, going to unlatch her bra when Cooper spoke. “Aaaaaand… time.” Finally breaking character, Christabella let out a laugh, pointing at Edgar. “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He blushed deeper, and said nothing. “And thanks Aria. Maybe sometime I’ll take you to get some.” She winked. “But for now… it’s my turn.”

She reached into the hat and drew a name, grinning evilly as she noted the name and turned back to the group, looking at them one by one until finally staring directly at Edgar. “Oh no… come on.” She nodded. “Really? That last one might as well have been mine. Don’t I get a pass?” Cooper grinned. “Not how the game works, bro.” Edgar looked around the room for support, but was met with only grins and chuckles. Aria bit her lip and looked away, trying not to smile herself. “Fine, but I’m not gonna grind on anyone in front of a room full of people.” Christabella kept smiling. “No… I’ll go easy on you, since you’re clearly still recovering from my performance. But since we still have the audience to consider, I dare you to take off that shirt, Oh-Hunk-of-Mine.” Looking a bit reprehensive, Edgar realized that this was the easiest he would be getting off, and proceeded to lose his shirt. Jet raised an eyebrow. “Too easy I think, but hell, I’ll take it.” Aria looked aggrivated. “That’s exactly what I dared Cooper to do!” Violet interjected. “You just had him take off his hoodie. Get some skin in the game, then we can talk.”

Edgar’s muscled torso in full view, he dropped his shirt to the floor and sat back down. He started to settle back in, but Christabella stopped him. “What now?” he asked, and she pointed to the hat. “Your turn, Muscles.” He rolled his eyes again and reached into the hat. Reading the name, he blushed, looking at Aria. “Oh, this is classic.” Violet remarked, pleased. Jet and Cooper now had the chance to be confused. Violet explained. “Edgar and Aria were an item, before she became a vagitarian.” Cooper’s smile broadened, and Jet started laughing outright. Aria blushed. “I can’t give up my turn?” Edgar asked. “If you do, one of us will give the dare instead. And we probably won’t be as nice.” Cooper jeered. “Especially now that we know what we do.” Edgar looked torn as he began to weight his options. “Don’t make us have to give you a countdown.” Jet heckled. When there was no response, he continued. “Alright. 10…9…8…7…6…” Edgar looked as though he was attempting to mask his panic. “5…4…3…2…” Suddenly, Edgar blurted “I dare you to make out with Christabella.” Aria’s face flushed white, and Christabella smiled mischievously. Jet started to clap and Cooper and Violet howled with laughter. “And all it takes is a time limit. Good on ya kid.”

Everyone looked to Aria expectantly. She tried to play it off nonchalantly, smiling and beckoning with her finger, but inside her heart was pounding. Edgar seemed as though he didn’t know how to feel about what he had done, but couldn’t bring himself to look away. Christabella crossed the space between them, took Aria’s face in her hands, and the two met lips, running their hands through each others’ hair. Aria felt her own hands drifting down, tracing along Christabella’s body and settling on her waist. Christabella, never one to do the bare minimum, pressed in further, knocking Aria to her back, almost pinning her down as her tongue traced Aria’s lips and slipped into her mouth. Aria let herself get swept up in the moment, only vaguely aware that one hand was groping Christabella’s ass while the other cupped her breast. Then, just as she was about to lose all semblance of self control, Christabella parted, winked, and moved back to her seat as Cooper and Jet clapped and whistled.

Clearing her throat, Aria smiled, catching her breath and trying to let her brain reboot for a moment. Deciding to continue the game before any ribbing ensued, she reached into the hat and drew… “Christabella.” Christabella chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure, you lesbo. You just want to get more of this.” Aria held the paper in plain view, and Jet grinned. “I was sure it was gonna be me. Guess I’m just a lucky son of a bitch.” He looked over at Christabella before sarcastically adding “My condolences.” Christabella shrugged. “Eh, whatever. I can take it, especially from this lightweight.” She kissed at Aria to make it clear that she was being playful. Aria grinned. Time to pay back the tease. “Christabella, I dare you to take off those pretty pink panties of yours. I think I’d like them now.” Edgar began “Isn’t that a bit-” but was interrupted by his girlfriend. “That’s the game, babe. Looks like the newbie is catching on.” She stood up, started to unbutton her pants… and turned to walk toward the closet. “But she still has a lot to learn. She never specified that I had to take them off HERE.” Entering the closet, she shut the door, shuffled out of her pants and underwear, and walked out with her pants back on but her panties in hand. She tossed them at Aria, who reflexively caught them. “Enjoy, but if I don’t get those back, remember that I know where you live, Panty-snatcher.”

Aria grinned and waved her prize in the air as Christabella moved toward the hat and drew another name. “And the winner is… Mr. Holden.” She pointed to Cooper, who kept on smiling. “Uh-oh. I’m in for it now.” He said nonchalantly. “Damned right you are.” Christabella shot back. “And because of your cocky attitude, I’m not gonna go easy on you either.” He clasped his hands to his face in feigned fear. “Well, you can’t luck out forever. Shoot to kill, Chrissy.” “With pleasure.” She responded, making a gun with her finger and pointing it toward him. “Since I’m about to gag on that cloud of body spray, hows about… I dare you to go take a shower upstairs… and leave your clothes up there when you come back down.” She made a ‘pew’ noise, then blew on the end of her ‘gun’ before ‘holstering’ it in her pocket. “Wow.” Violet said, wide eyed with approval. “Not pulling any punches tonight, eh? Looks like this game is about to get really interesting.” Jet added. Cooper stood up, said nothing, and started for the door. At first, it seemed as if he was going to give up and leave, until he muttered “Eh, I needed to piss anyway. Might as well shower while I’m at it.”

Once he left the basement, the room grew silent for a few minutes until the sound of running water could be heard upstairs. “Damn, he’s really doing it.” Jet muttered. Christabella grinned, and Aria and Violet praised Christabella’s good idea. “I’ve always been curious about what he might be packing. I have my suspicions that he might be pretty well hung.” Violet added. “What the fuck, Violet?” Aria giggled. “Why?” “All that confidence has to come from somewhere.” She shrugged. Edgar looked at Christabella with a forlorn look. “I was not really interested in seeing another guy’s junk today.” Christabella waved her hand dismissively. “Then don’t look.” Edgar let out a sigh of exasperation. Jet rubbed his hands together expectantly as the sound of running water was finally silenced. “Happy birthday to me.” he said cheerily to himself. Aria rolled her eyes. “It’s funny and all, but Edgar and I are gonna have to be compensated with some female nudity if we’re gonna have dicks waving around all night, right Edgar?” Despite her words and her actual lack of interest in men sexually, Aria had to admit to herself that she was at least curious. That’s why, when the basement door opened, her head shot to the doorway along with everyone but Edgar, whose hands shot over his eyes as he groaned in discomfort. Cooper stepped in to the basement, still shimmering wet, and totally naked… except for a towel around his waist. Violet immediately gave him a thumbs down, adding “Boo!” Christabella and Jet were likewise displeased. “Hey,” he explained. “She said herself that you have to be specific. She never said I couldn’t cover up. She just said I had to leave my clothes upstairs. I assure you, its all birthday suit under this thing.” Edgar finally looked, breathing a sigh of relief.

Cooper sauntered over to the hat, reached inside, and unceremoniously stated “Jet, looks like that luck ran out.” Jet smiled and gave a ‘bring it on’ motion. “Now, now… what to dare the guy with no shame…” He began to think, and then continued. “How about… I dare you to go change into Christabella’s panties, and nothing else.” Christabella and Aria frowned, but Violet seemed quite pleased. “He’s gonna stretch ’em.” Christabella complained. “Damned right I am.” Jet said, high fiving Cooper. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you money for a new pair.” He added. “A dare is a dare.” Violet stated through a devilish grin. Christabella relented, saying “Fine.” Aria tossed the panties to Jet, and he took his turn rumbling around in the closet. When he came back out, he sure enough was out of his shoes and socks, pants, and shirt, and was sporting the panties with pride, which barely seemed able to contain him, bulging severely in the front and exposing the top portion of a blonde bush of pubic hair. “Oh come on, man!” Edgar exclaimed, turning away. The rest of the room fell into rambunctious glee, as Violet whistled and jeered, and even Aria and Christabella had to smile. “Okay, so they suit you.” Christabella added playfully.

Jet made his way to the hat, making sure to pass uncomfortably close to Edgar, and bent fully over to pick out the name, so that his ass was pronounced. “You asshole.” Edgar grumbled, scooting back a bit. Jet held up the slip, calling “Aria… looks like it’s you again.” Aria pointed at Violet. “Violet hasn’t even been dared once yet. Shouldn’t it be her turn?” Jet waved his finger as if he were chastising a child. “Not how the game works, dear. Now suffer with honor, won’t you?” Aria mumbled irritably, but relented. “Fine. But knowing you, I’m not too happy about this.” Jet chuckled. “Oh, dear. You know me all too well. Aria, I dare you to take off your shirt and bra for the remainder of the game.” Aria scoffed. “No fuckin’ way, you perv.” Jet made a tsk tsk sound, waggling his finger again. “Again, not how the game works.” Aria stuck up her nose, standing her ground. “Not a chance. I’m not gonna show my tits to a room full of people.” Now it was Cooper who spoke. “Dude, I’m in nothing but a freakin’ towel.”

Edgar spoke up next. “Look, guys, she doesn’t want to.” Aria was relieved to see at least one person come to her defense. “And she doesn’t have to.” Violet started. “She can always back out of the game. I think that should be the rule. Anyone can back out at any time, but they have to leave the room if they do, and they can’t come back until the game is over.” Jet looked at Aria expectantly. “So I guess this is a literal ‘Tits or GTFO’ sort of situation.” Christabella reached over and put her hands on Aria’s shoulder. “It’s your choice, girl, but trust me, this game is just gonna keep getting better. You do not want to miss out.” Aria was conflicted. Honestly, as rowdy as the group was, she did trust everyone for the most part, and she knew that with Christabella and Edgar there, she was sure to be safe. On the other hand, she was really self-conscious about her small chest, and if anyone made a snide comment, she might lose it. Finally, after a moment of conflict, she reached down, lifting up her shirt, and pulling it away to reveal her athletic physique and plain black bra. No one said anything, just waiting expectantly, so a few pounding heartbeats later, she unlatched her bra and let it slide down her arms to the floor in front of her. Much to her horror, her nipples were fully erect, which only made her blush deepen. She covered up with one arm fairly quickly, trying not to look anyone in the eye. “Nice.” Jet commented, nodding in approval. “Glad to see you still in the game. You’re up.”

As she reached out to grab a name from the hat, she couldn’t help but look to the others for their reactions. Much to her surprise and… oddly enough her pride… she could tell that each of the three boys were getting excited at the sight of her. Jet’s bulge had swelled, and he kept having to re-adjust to avoid having a malfunction with the skimpy panties. Cooper was all but pitching a tent in his towel, and Edgar had his eyes closed and was kneeling in such a way that she could tell he was attempting to ‘center’ himself and use some kind of meditation or whatnot to keep himself in check. He really was too nice of a guy. It was a shame she couldn’t have made it work with him, but hey, her attraction to women gave Christabella a shot at him at least. Without further ado, she lifted the next name from the hat… and blushed again. “Edgar. Sorry dude.”

Edgar snapped out of his focus, and looked truly pitiable. Aria responded with a look of apology. “Seriously, is Violet’s name even in there? Can somebody check?” Edgar pleaded. “It’s in there. You’re just trying to worm your way out of another dare, but it isn’t gonna work.” Jet checked the hat, and sure enough, Violet’s name was on the third slip he checked. “Yeah, she’s in there. She’s just a lucky bitch is all. Maybe Christabella’s working some voodoo shit on her or something.” Violet grinned in victory. “Go on, Aria.” she goaded. Aria sighed and continued. “Edgar, I dare you to lose your pants. That’s the best I can do for ya, buddy.” Edgar nodded in acceptance, and stood, undoing his belt and dropping his pants, revealing a pair of grey boxer briefs, well filled in the front. It looked like Jet might die of joy on the spot, and Violet took a good hard look herself. Cooper grinned and nodded in approval, his ‘tent’ growing a little taller as well. “Take a picture ladies and gentlemen, because at the end of the game, all of this is all mine again.” Christabella added, motioning over him as if he were a game show prize. Edgar said nothing and kneeled down again, reaching for his slip.

For the first time in the entire game, Edgar smiled and let out a chuckle. “Justice, thy name is Dares in a Hat.” He said, waving the slip toward Violet. “Time to pay the piper, Violet. Normally I’d be the nice one and give you something productive like ‘I dare you not to smoke for the rest of the game.’, but considering what Aria and I have been put through and the fact that you’ve just been able to sit and enjoy it all means I need to make this worthwhile. Who knows if your name is gonna come out of that thing again.” Violet yawned. “Wordy as ever, Edgar. Give up on the speech and give me what you’ve got. Out of this whole room, I’ve got to do your dare. That’s as easy as getting off gets.” At that moment, a look came over Edgar that seemed wildly out of character… to everyone except Christabella and Aria. A mischievous grin played across his face, and the whole room focused in. “Funny you should mention getting off, Violet. I’m going to let you keep your clothes on, but I’ve heard from your pals about what you keep in that purse of yours. I dare you to take it out, turn it on, and keep it between your thighs and against your crotch until you get dared again.”

All three of the girls looked totally shocked. Christabella and Aria had seen this side of Edgar (the former more often than the latter) in the privacy of the bedroom, but never in such a public setting. The two looked at each other, smiled widely, and looked to Violet, who seemed to still be trying to process what he had said. Cooper and Jet leaned in, wondering what was in Violet’s purse, though they had a pretty good idea. They were proven correct a few moments later when Violet closed her mouth, reached into her purse, and produced a small pink vibrator. Edgar looked fairly pleased with himself as she turned the knob at the end, placed it between her legs, and closed her thighs to keep it in place. Now Jet and Cooper turned to Edgar with looks of approval. “Perhaps we underestimated you.” Jet admitted. “So he’s more than a Greek statue after all.” Cooper added.

Violet reached quickly into the hat, pulling out a name, and stating (somewhat shakily) “Cooper.” She dropped the name back in, straightening up and trying to maintain a poker face. “I dare you… to drop the towel. You-… You’re practically showing it off already.” Cooper grinned. “You okay there Violet?” “I’m fine.” she snapped. “Really? Cuz your voice sounds a little shaky.” Everyone chuckled. “Stop stalling, asshat. Show us the goods or… back out.” Along with her words came a faint and persistent buzzing sound. Cooper just kept smiling, and stood up. The towel wasn’t leaving much to the imagination anymore. “I saw this one coming. Oh well.” And with that, the towel dropped, showing off his fully erect cock, glistening at the tip with precum. It really was fairly well sized, and everyone but Edgar focused in on it for a moment before he sat back down. Christabella, Violet, and Jet all seemed quite pleased, and Aria just stared blankly at it with curiosity. After a moment, Violet shuddered, almost barking out “C’mon Cooper, draw a damned name.” Cooper took on a sly look, jeering “Oh! I nearly forgot. Wouldn’t want to draw out your torment, right?”

By now the group was looking pretty well compromised. Cooper was buck naked. Jet was in nothing but panties which by now were hardly accomplishing any manner of coverage, with the head of his cock peeking out of the top and the rest perfectly outlined in the satiny fabric. Edgar was stripped to his boxer-briefs, which as previously mentioned showed his general endowment pretty clearly, and Aria was shirtless. The only two with their clothes on were Christabella and Violet, and the former was going commando while the latter held a vibrator between her legs. The game had gotten interesting indeed. Cooper leaned forward, going on all fours and arching his ass into the air towards Jet, which prompted another twitch in his (or rather Christabella’s) panties. His cock bounced lightly under his belly as he reached for the hat and pulled out a new name. “Jet Soshi, ol’ buddy. You’re up.”

Jet looked down at his current circumstance, stating “Well, at this point I’m willing to bet that it can’t be very tame.” Cooper just smiled. “I dare you to take off those ridiculous panties and stroke your cock for two minutes.” Jet started to stand, and Cooper added “And I mean here in this room, in front of everyone, before you get any ideas.” Edgar turned his face toward the ladies, holding up a hand to block out the ever growing number of exposed cocks in the room. Jet happily obliged, stepping out of the panties and flicking them back at Christabella, his dick bouncing once before he took it in his hand and sat back down. “Two minutes?” Jet asked. “Two minutes.” Cooper confirmed, setting the timer.

Jet leaned back, acutely aware that all eyes (save for Edgar’s) were squarely on his cock. This only served to make him further erect, and much to the ladies’ delight, he was almost a solid inch longer than Cooper, who was no slouch by any means. Even Aria seemed impressed, though admittedly less entranced than the other two. He took his time at first, gripping his foreskin and sliding it back to expose the tip, then using it to rub back and forth. “Dude, I never knew you weren’t cut…” Christabella said, leaning closer to inspect. “You can get as close as you want, Chrissy.” He said with a wink, stroking gradually faster. “Watch it man.” Edgar warned, shooting him a quick intimidating look before nervously averting his eyes from the scene once more. Christabella clenched her fist against the floor and bit her lip, and Aria knew that if she hadn’t been in a relationship with Edgar, she might have taken that offer into consideration. It looked as though Violet was considering it herself, and Cooper for that matter. Jet tilted his head back with a low groan, stroking ever faster until… “Uh… time.” Cooper stated, looking a little out of it for a moment.

Jet grinned, taking a bow. “I hope you all enjoyed the show.” he teased. “Encore!” Violet called, cupping her hands over her mouth, jolting a bit just after doing so. “Fuck. Later. Encore later. Just draw my name out of that f-freaking thing.” Jet obeyed, but not to the result she had hoped. As he drew out the next name, he beckoned to Cooper. “And straight back to you. Payback is a bitch, huh?” Cooper stared Jet down defiantly, dropping his gaze to Jet’s crotch for just a moment then back to his eyes. “I guess we’ll see.” Jet’s smile twitched mischievously. “You’ll do more than see, Coop. I dare you to finish what you started. Make me cum.” “Oh shit.” Christabella chimed with glee, drawing even closer to watch. Violet seemed to be torn between pleasure and aggravation, biting her lip as the buzzing continued. “God damn it…” Edgar commented, having taken to staring at the floor.

“I guess I deserve that.” Cooper said passively, moving over on hands and knees before kneeling in front of Jet. Jet held out a hand to give him pause, moving to retrieve the chair he had sat in earlier, placing it in front of Cooper and taking a seat. “That should make it easier for you.” Cooper snickered. “Gee, how thoughtful.” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m a giver.” Jet added sarcastically. After a moment of hesitation, Cooper overcame his self-consciousness and took Jet’s member in his hand, pulling down his foreskin to reveal the sensitive head, tipped with a bead of precum. Tentatively, Cooper dipped his head over Jet’s lap, sticking out his tongue to graze the tip, lapping up the pearl left from Jet’s previous self-attention. This action seemed to arouse Jet further, and he ran his hand over the back of Cooper’s head, lacing his fingers through the boy’s hair. This likewise emboldened Cooper, who finally bobbed his head down, taking Jet’s shaft into his mouth with impressive depth. Jet let out an accidental moan, and Cooper proceeded on, bobbing and stroking, licking and caressing. It was obvious that he had done this before, and even Jet (whose reputation for being promiscuous was well known) had trouble hiding his reactions, especially as Cooper used his free hand to lightly caress Jet’s balls.

Violet had closed her eyes to try to block out the sensations of the vibrator, and was biting her lip in concentration, seemingly having little luck as she would occasionally twitch suddenly or shudder lightly. Christabella had begun to slip her hand between her legs, unconsciously rubbing herself through her jeans, seemingly unaware of anything but the pair of boys. This in turn made Aria feel herself growing warmer, and she had to resist doing the same. Jet began to mutter praises to Cooper in a barely audible voice, punctuated with the occasional moan or breathy “Fuck.” Finally, Cooper pulled the cock from his mouth and pumped his hand rhythmically, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Unable to hold out any longer, Jet let loose a rope of cum which hit just to the side of Cooper’s nose, trailing into his open mouth. Finishing the job, Cooper swallowed, licking clean the remaining semen from Jet’s still throbbing shaft, and wiped off his cheek, licking his fingers. Then, as if nothing had happened, and with Jet still panting, he moved to the hat and drew a name.

“Edgar,” Cooper said breathily. “I dare you… to have to watch every dare from now on. If you look away, you have to join in.” Edgar shot up a death glare to Cooper, who smiled in response. “Don’t knock it till you try it. You never know what you might like.” Edgar scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I know what I’m about. And I might not like it, but I’ve handled worse circumstances. Don’t get any ideas about trapping me into your sex acts, Cooper. My willpower is solid.” Cooper shook his head. “I’m going easy on you, idiot. I could just dare you to do something with us. I just thought it would be more fun if I got you to do it yourself.” This shut Edgar up, and he opted to draw a name rather than continue that train of thought. “Aria.” He read, and Aria snapped to attention. Just a moment ago, Christabella had seemed to realize what she had been doing, and looked up to see Aria ogling her. Aria had frozen like a deer in the headlights until she was spoken to. “Uh, what?” She asked, unsure if Edgar had said anything more.

Edgar looked like he was in contemplation, before he looked over to Violet, now loosing the occasional unintentional impassioned sigh as she tried desperately to contain her displays of arousal. “I guess since I’m in this deep already I might as well start stepping up my game, but I hate to start that with you, since you let me off easy earlier. So you get a choice. I dare you to either take off the rest of your clothes and stop covering your breasts… or you can spare Violet however many turns she’ll have to wait to stop by finishing her off yourself.” Christabella got wide eyed, her mouth formed into an ‘o’. “Damn baby, keep that shit coming.” she praised. Aria looked to Violet, who seemed beyond the point of protest, and then back up to Edgar uncertainly. She still had some serious reservations about stripping nude in front of her friends, but then again, was getting Violet off any less embarrassing? The only things she knew for sure were that she couldn’t back out now, with how… interesting things were getting, and that either way, she would have to nut up and just pick, because it was likely only going to get more intense from here on. That was the price of admission. She looked up at Violet and made a split decision. “You’re welcome.” she said, pulling the vibrator out from between her legs.

Violet breathed a sigh of relief, then seemed to become lucid for a moment as she realized what was coming next. However, she came to acceptance fairly quickly, just saying “Thanks, pal.” and pulling back her skirt, revealing a pair of scarlet red panties, soaked from her ‘punishment’. Aria moved to sit behind Violet, letting her lay back against her as a brace, as Violet positioned herself at a kneel, spreading her legs a bit to allow easier access. Aria slipped her right hand around her belly and into the hem of her panties, her left hand moving to cup Violet’s breast. She slid her right hand further, slipping a finger along Violet’s crease, surprised at how warm and moist she had already become. She appeared to be incredibly sensitive now, courtesy of the extended vibrations, and she was putty in Aria’s hand as she deftly slid and caressed Violet’s pussy under her panties, but otherwise in plain view of the others. Violet breathed heavily, goading her on in whispered breaths. Aria’s pace quickened, occasionally stopping to tease her clit or slip a finger or two inside her opening. Violet grew more and more vocal, panting and begging, which caused Aria to proceed with added fervor. “Yes… oh god, right there…” Violet praised. “Oh fuck, I’m almost there…” Aria reflexively teased her breast through her shirt and kissed along her neck seductively. Then, just as the breath hit Violet’s ear as Aria moved in to lightly nibble it, Violet thrust her hips and moaned, further soaking the front of her panties. Aria drew back her hands, licking her fingers clean as Violet breathed “Holy fuck, Aria.”

Aria, keeping her breasts exposed, walked proudly to the hat, reached in, and pulled the next name. She smiled, eyes drifting from the paper to Edgar. “Again?” He asked, but Aria shook her head. “Nope. But I get to repay your kindness.” She stated. “Christabella, I dare you to take off your pants and let Edgar fuck you until he cums.” Both Edgar and Christabella looked surprised, but not displeased. “Aria, I take it back. You do know how to play this game.” Christabella said, turning her back to the group as she stood, pulling down her pants to reveal her bare ass. Jet and Cooper cheered with approval, and Violet looked to Edgar’s crotch expectantly, absently stroking herself over her panties. Surely enough, Christabella bent over, pushing her ass and pussy into full view of the room, and yanked Edgar’s boxer-briefs down in one swift motion. “Really?” Edgar asked her, as if for her approval. She pulled his underwear off the rest of the way and tossed them with abandon behind her, leaning in to his ear and whispering “Oh yeah. I’ve always wanted to do this.” Edgar’s cock stiffened as she spoke, and she traced kisses down his neck to his chest, then started to suck him off while she slipped her hand to her own slit, teasing herself as she worked. It seemed as though she was intentionally pointing her pussy straight at Aria as she did this, even spreading her lips for a better view.

After she had the two of them prepared, she straddled him, pushing him to lay on his back on the floor. Aria noticed that both Jet and Cooper had joined Violet in pleasuring themselves to the sight, stroking their cocks rhythmically. Suddenly Aria wished she had opted to undress instead of pleasuring Violet, so that she could do the same. Christabella took Edgar’s shaft in one hand, balancing herself with the other. Slowly she descended onto his cock, slipping it with ease into her wet slit. Both of the couple let out a gasp of pleasure, and Christabella went straight to work pumping herself up and down, swallowing her boyfriend’s length inside of her. Edgar’s hands went to her waist, helping her keep motion and thrusting himself deeper inside. They both stared intensely into each others eyes, as if challenging each other. As the moments passed, they got faster and more intense, and Christabella drug her nails down Edgar’s chest with enough pressure to leave long scratch marks. This seemed to trigger something in Edgar, and he grabbed her wrist, forcefully yanking her off of him and throwing her to the ground. At first the room was in shock, as everyone thought they were witnessing some kind of abuse, but as he set her to her knees and pulled her arms behind her back, slipping back inside of her from behind, her face was showing pure pleasure. This sent a ripple of arousal through Aria, and suddenly she had a powerful need to be pleasured with the same intensity. With a guttural growl and a powerful thrust, Edgar climaxed, pulling out just in time for his seed to cascade onto Christabella’s lower back, coating it and spattering the back of her shirt. She huffed and shook, clenching the carpet in her fingers, shuddering before rolling over to look at him with eyes full with satisfaction.

“Shit.” Jet muttered, grinning ear to ear. “We need to play this game more often.” Violet ran a hand through her hair, brushing it back behind her ear. “Hell yeah we do.” Christabella leaned up, kissing Edgar deeply before moving him aside and heading for the hat. “Game’s not over yet, boys and girls.” She said, grabbing a slip and still breathing heavily. “Cooper… Hmm…” She got a sly look in her eye. “I dare you not to touch yourself unless someone gives you permission for the rest of the game.” Cooper’s joy deflated, and he squinted at her sourly. “Oh, you bitch.” He hissed. “Fine. But I’ll remember that.” Jet chuckled, lightly stroking his cock. “Sucks, bro.” “Fuck you, dude.” he grumbled, reaching into the hat. “Okay, I can work with this.” he beckoned to Violet. “Violet… I dare you to strip down and blow me.” He grinned. “If I can’t do it, I’ll have someone else do better.” Violet, no longer looking reluctant, actually smiled at the idea. “Sure.” She said, standing up and beginning to undress slowly. First she shrugged off her jacket, then her shoes and socks, before seductively pulling off her shirt, revealing a very ornate and likely expensive scarlet lace bra. She pulled off her skirt, then sauntered in her bra and panties toward Cooper, who grinned ever wider as she drew closer. Reaching behind her back, she unlatched her bra, but let it dangle on her shoulders, not yet allowing it to drop. She slipped her fingers under the waist of her panties and lowered them ever-so-slightly, showing just the top of her patch of groomed pubic hair. Just as it seemed she was going to lay everything bare, she pulled them back, opting instead to shrug off her bra, letting her D-cup breasts spill out into the open air, her dark areolas framing her perked nipples. Only then did she lower her panties, showing her body completely. She may have been a bit on the bigger side, but nobody could contest why she was so popular with men. She was actually pretty gorgeous.

Cooper leaned back and spread his legs to grant her access, but before she proceeded, she made sure to tease him a bit, sliding her hand to her pussy and rubbing it oh-so-gently, spreading herself seductively and licking her finger. Once he was well and truly engaged, standing at full attention, she dropped to her knees, then laid on her stomach between his legs, holding his cock playfully, looking him straight in the eyes. “Oh come on… you’re killing me.” He begged, and finally she let her tongue glide over the underside of his shaft, teasing the spot just under the tip before taking him fully into her mouth. Her tongue worked skillfully around his dick, making his eyes roll back for a moment, but every time he seemed like he was nearing climax, she would slow or stop, looking into his eyes seductively. “She’s fucking playing with him.” Christabella whispered gleefully into Aria’s ear, and Aria grinned. “You can play with my ass if you want.” Violet cooed, and without hesitation, Cooper did just that, grabbing a handful and pulling to expose her all the more to those witnessing from behind her. He gave it a solid slap, and she let out a playful moan, stroking his cock which was well-lubed with her saliva. “You wanna cum, baby?” She uttered, biting her lip. “Yeah…” he groaned, obviously close to finishing. “You really wanna cum?” He could hardly respond, but managed to repeat “Fuck… yeah…” She stopped, letting go of his cock, kissing the tip and winking. “Then you should have been more specific.” Aria covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, but let out a snort regardless. Cooper was left stunned. Violet high-fived Christabella, and pulled a new name from the hat.

Violet grabbed the hat, gave it a playful shake, and pulled out the name of the next victim. “Oooh… Aria again.” She declared happily. “I dare you to strip down to nothing and masturbate while someone films it.” Jet called “I’ll do it!” fumbling for the phone in his discarded pants pocket. “I’m not done!” Violet interjected. “Aria gets to choose who. And she can do it in private if she wants, just her and them.” Violet winked at Aria. “As thanks.” Aria was relieved that she had some options, but the thought of being filmed doing something so intimate… Before she had time to think about it, she blurted “Christabella. I want Christabella to do it.” Violet smiled knowingly. Edgar had a strange look on his face, like a mix of relief, curiosity, and worry. Honestly, it was strange enough that Aria had to stop herself from smiling when she saw him. Still, she hoped that this didn’t make things weird between them. Christabella excitedly grabbed her phone and stood, still clothed only from the waist up, and grabbed Aria by the arm as Jet and Cooper mumbled complaints under their breath, knowing that no one would back them up. Christabella simply asked “Where?” Aria blushed. “Uh… anywhere upstairs I guess. As long as no-one can see inside.” Christabella nodded, pulling her up the stairs and leading her to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind them, Christabella pointed to the shower, still wet from Cooper’s shower. “Strip down and sit on the little bench in there.” Aria exhaled. Slowly she took off her pants, standing for a moment awkwardly in just her panties. “Been a while.” Christabella remarked, looking her over. Aria blushed deeper, sliding out of her panties and sitting in the shower. Christabella aimed her phone, smiling. “Shame I can’t help you anymore, but…” She slid her back down the door until she sat against it. “I can give you some material.” she teased, pulling up the bottom of her shirt and her bra to reveal her breasts, sliding her free hand to pinch and tease her nipples before rubbing her exposed pussy slowly, obviously more for Aria’s benefit than her own. Aria, blown away by the view and the circumstance, had to catch her breath, sliding her own hand to her slit and massaging herself almost automatically. “Recording in 3… 2… 1…” Christabella counted, pressing the record button after she hit one. As she did so, Aria saw her slide her finger inside herself.

Now aware that she was actually being filmed, she forced herself to continue, trying to ignore the phone by closing her eyes, but couldn’t bear to miss her own show. She found herself entranced by the scene, slowly beginning to disregard the camera and rock her hips against her hand. The more intensely she pleasured herself, the more of a show Christabella gave, teasing her clit, rubbing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, and slipping in one… two… three fingers. All of this was off-camera of course, and the idea that this was her own personal viewing made Aria more and more ravenous until Christabella’s words put her over the edge. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Christabella teased. “Yes…” Aria responded. “You like being watched?” She continued. “Mmm… yes…” Christabella licked her lips. “Does it make you want to cum for your audience?” Aria rocked even harder, then pulled out her fingers and started rubbing her clit wildly, desperately needing to release all the sexual frustration built up over the game. “Ohhh… fuck, yes… Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” She cried, and with just another moment she was rocked by one of the most powerful, pulsing orgasms she had ever given herself. Her back arched and she had to grip the seat to stop herself from falling. To her surprise, the climax was so intense that she actually felt herself squirt, not once, but twice. “Oh, fun!” Christabella teased. “Good thing I picked the shower.” With those words, she stopped the recording and pocketed her phone, a satisfied look glued on her face. She kicked Aria’s clothes over by Cooper’s, fixed her bra and shirt, and waited for Aria to compose herself enough to walk. “That-” she added “was very fun.”

Making their way through the house back to the basement stairs, Aria thought for the twentieth or so time about asking Christabella why she was with Edgar when they so obviously had sexual chemistry, but just as always she held her tongue. She could never hurt Edgar like that, especially after leaving him herself. They really were happy together, and she didn’t have it in her to break them up. Not to mention, she had no way of knowing if Christabella felt the same way, or if she just saw Aria as an ex-friend with benefits. She unwittingly let out a heavy sigh as she started down the stairs, and Christabella turned. “Nervous about going down naked?” She asked, and suddenly Aria became self-aware, realizing that her friends were no more than ten feet away around the corner, and her full body was laid bare. She had never been so vulnerable in her life, and she froze. Christabella looked as though she was caught between amusement and pity, and after a moment shrugged and began to remove the rest of her clothes. “What are you…?” Aria queried, and Christabella, never one to wait for a full question before answering, responded “I’ll go down naked with you. That way you’ll feel more secure, and they won’t just be looking at you.” She smiled caringly at Aria, then back to the door. “Well c’mon. If we leave them alone too long, they’ll probably all start fucking each other and Edgar will flip his shit.” Aria nodded, and the both of them walked out, buck naked, into the room.

Edgar looked shocked as they entered, but Christabella explained. “Don’t worry your beautiful head, babe. I just took it off like 2 seconds ago. I figured everyone else was letting it all hang out, and I was halfway there already, so whatever.” Jet clapped. “Two for the price of one! So do we get to watch it now, or…” Violet cut him off. “That wasn’t part of the dare.” “How do we know they even did it?” Cooper asked. Christabella pulled out her phone, pulling up the video and turning it to Violet. For a moment, Aria’s faint moan could be heard, then the audio stopped. Violet smiled. “Good enough for me.” Cooper looked at Edgar next. “What about him? He was supposed to watch each dare, or else he had to participate. He didn’t do either.” Violet shook her head. “I said they could do it in private.” Cooper continued to insist. “But there’s a video, right? He could watch that.” Jet looked a bit uneasy, like he knew there would be a fight if this continued. “Guys, just chill…” he muttered. Sure enough, Violet looked like she was about to tear into him when Aria’s voice cut through the tension so swiftly it seemed to diffuse the situation. “He can watch.” Everyone looked to her with surprise. “Everyone can watch. I don’t care.” Now even Aria was in shock. She didn’t know why she said that, but much to her confusion and surprise, it was actually true. Something clicked, and it was as if her shyness disappeared completely. Christabella looked at her, impressed. “Really? You don’t have to. You already did the dare.” Aria maintained her stance. “Sure, why not? I’m already naked, so fuck it. Let the pervs get their show.” Cooper looked totally disarmed, and oddly enough, approving. Not approving of the idea that he could watch the video, but approving of the fact that she was willing to let everyone see it. Like he was proud of her or something.

After a minute of everyone taking in what had happened, Edgar said “I’ll let you have whatever privacy you can muster at this point. I’m not that kind of guy.” Cooper shrugged. “Whatever. Guess you guys can do what you want. It’s just a game.” Jet looked to the other two, then spoke. “Hell, I’m that kind of guy. If you guys aren’t gonna check this out, I sure as hell will.” Violet concurred. “I’m up for the entertainment, if you’re still good with it.” Aria nodded, and Christabella handed the phone to Violet. Jet rushed over to check it out, and the sounds of Aria’s pleasure once more rose up, along with the quieted voice of Christabella. Christabella whispered “Never knew you wanted to be a porn star.” Aria smiled. “I’m discovering a lot of things tonight.” Christabella smiled and sat down next to Edgar, and as the video was ending, Aria moved to draw a name from the hat. Jet stroked himself a few times and gave Aria a look of approval. “If you ever want to make some more movies, give me a call.” Aria, still holding the slip, shook her head. “Sorry, bro. I’m not looking to get what you’ve got.” He shrugged, sitting back down, running his eyes over her body. “Cooper’s turn again. You sure you don’t wanna back out Coop? You’ve had some rough rounds.” Cooper looked unfazed. “Just go for it.” She smiled. “Okay. I dare you to let Jet fuck you. My apologies to Edgar, but I’ve always wanted to see two guys get it on.” Edgar did look put out, but said nothing. “And by my grace… you can touch yourself while he does it.”

Cooper looked to Jet, seemingly unopposed. “Dare’s a dare.” Jet grinned. “Got any lube in that purse, Violet?” he asked, mostly out of jest. Violet, on the other hand, just reached into her purse and tossed him a bottle. “You fucking slut.” Christabella teased. She just shrugged and said “Shut up, the show’s about to start.” Cooper and Jet stared at each other intently as Jet drizzled lube into his palm and stroked his cock, causing it to glisten in the light of the room. Without breaking his challenging stare, Cooper asked “So how are we-” But Jet moved in, pushing his back to the ground and pressing in for a forceful kiss. Edgar, much to Aria’s surprise, maintained a reluctant gaze toward the pair. Taking his lubed hand, Jet stroked Cooper’s shaft, swirling his palm over the tip with practiced dexterity. Cooper moaned lowly, muffled by the kiss, and jolted a bit as Jet pressed one lubricated finger into his ass, pushing it in rhythmically as his dick slid across his friend’s belly, bumping into his own cock, which stood fully erect. Aria was entranced with glee, and the other two girls watched with lust as Edgar dutifully looked on, obviously displeased. Soon, one finger turned to two, then three… all while Jet made out with the boy fiercely, grinding on him from above. He leaned in, whispering in Cooper’s ear, saying “You’re gonna love this.” then backed to a kneel, lining up his cock to Cooper’s opening, playfully prodding it until… “Ahhhh….” Cooper moaned, arching a bit as Jet’s cock slipped inside, slowly pressing further and further inward, until his balls rested against the boy’s ass, then slipping back and pushing in again, slowly but forcefully as Cooper’s hand went to his own cock, stroking in motion to the thrusts.

Edgar, by now having gone totally soft, at least seemed to be getting desensitized to the scene, and just seemed to be waiting for it to end. The girls, however, couldn’t take their eyes off of them. Christabella and Violet massaged their bodies at the scene, and Aria looked in awe as if she were watching an exciting movie. As Jet’s speed climbed, so too did Cooper’s pants get louder, and his hand moved more rapidly, his body rocking with the passionate throws. Suddenly, Jet threw Cooper’s legs over his shoulders, hiking up his ass and pushing himself further in and with more intensity. A few more moments of this, and Jet groaned, cock twitching inside of Cooper as it blew a load inside of him, and as Cooper clenched around him, he himself finally reached the point of no return, casting his sperm all across his own torso, a bit even hitting him in the chin. The two stayed like this for a moment, before leaning close and making out passionately for a couple moments, then parting, Jet’s cock slipping out and waving about before slapping down onto his stomach, dripping the last bits of cum onto his belly button as he rolled to his back and breathed heavily on the floor.

“This is so much fucking better than pay-per-view.” Christabella announced. “I second that.” Jet huffed, panting on the ground through a grin. “If I’m sore tomorrow, all of you are on my shit list.” Cooper warned, eyes closed and breathing heavily. “If you aren’t, I didn’t do it right.” Jet bragged. “I don’t know how I got myself into this mess, but that shit is still burned into my corneas. You guys are assholes.” Edgar lamented. “I’ll make it up to you, baby.” Christabella said with a wink. “Since you’ve been so nice to me tonight, letting me play this game…” She reached down, fondling his soft cock gently. “Tomorrow night, I’ll play whatever… games… you want me to.” Cooper pulled himself up, reached for the hat, and pulled out a piece of paper. “Looks like right now though… you’re playing whatever game I want you to.” he taunted. “And I dare you to let Aria eat you out.” Christabella looked up to Edgar, who after just a moment nodded in allowance. “Not ideal…” he mumbled. “But I trust you… and it might get that last dare out of my head.” She smiled and looked at Aria with come-hither eyes, positioning herself in front of Edgar, legs spread out invitingly toward Aria. “Enjoy the show babe. I’ll be sure to make it fun for you too.” She reached back behind her, teasing his cock.

Aria moved in, having decided to submit fully to the game. Not that she would have been upset about this particular dare. She got on all fours, grinning seductively, and began crawling toward Christabella, licking her lips. “It’s been a while. I could use the practice.” Christabella stared her down, smirking. “Practice away.” Jet and Cooper moved in for a better view, Violet lighting up another cigarette and smiling. Aria dipped her head to Christabella’s thigh, kissing it tenderly from just above the knee up to her hip. She traced her tongue around her pelvis, then lowered herself to lace it between Christabella’s folds, up and down, before tracing up the middle of her slit to circle her clit. Christabella used one hand to pleasure Edgar, lacing the other into Aria’s scarlet locks, bidding her deeper. Aria brought one hand back, massaging her already sensitive pussy, giving quite a show to those watching behind. She lightly nipped the skin of Christabella’s vulva, just enough to get her to twitch with pleasure and bight her lip before working her tongue to tease the inner walls of her pussy, slipping two fingers into her own pussy as she did. Edgar began kissing down Christabella’s neck, massaging her breasts with both hands. Christabella threw her head back, her head swimming in ecstasy, pumping her hand over Edgar’s cock and letting out an impassioned “Yes…. mmmmm…. Oh, right there…. Fuck, your tongue feels so good.”

Aria’s tongue twisted and darted, her mouth slick with saliva and Christabella’s juices. Her fingers danced over her own clit, bringing her close to climax for a second time. She felt a hand on her ass, squeezing and spreading her further, but she didn’t care. Not even as she felt the warmth of a tongue teasing her anus. It only drove her further into her passionate delve, her tongue lashing expertly until… “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Christabella cried out, gripping Aria’s hair so tightly she thought it was going to pull out, and pressing her face in and holding her as her body pulsed and rippled with pleasure, cumming as Edgar twisted her nipples lightly in his fingers. Her body shuddered twice more, all the while, Edgar teased her breasts and kissed her neck, and Aria ‘cleaned’ her with her tongue, mostly for her own pleasure. “Holy… fucking… shit.” Christabella huffed, leaning back to kiss Edgar passionately. Aria looked back, noting her mystery assistant as Violet, who winked before returning to her spot. Jet and Cooper seemed very pleased. After Christabella’s mouth was freed from Edgar’s, she gave Aria a playfully accusing glare. “You need practice my ass. You know EXACTLY what the fuck you’re doing.” Aria wiped her mouth, teasingly licking her fingers. “I learned from the best.” She retorted.

After Christabella regained herself enough to do so, she reached into the hat and pulled out Violet’s name. She turned to her, smiling, and started “Violet. I dare you-” “I quit.” Violet interrupted. “What?” Christabella asked, shocked that Violet of all people was backing out, before even hearing the dare. “Why?” Violet smiled. “You forget, Christabella, that the boys are probably pushed to their limits, and much more of this for any of us is gonna start getting uncomfortable, so I have a counter-proposition.” “To your own game?” Aria laughed, wiping her chin of Christabella’s juices. “I didn’t know it would go this far.” Violet admitted. “But now that it has…” She looked across the room, admiring the view. “I think that we’re past the point of needing dares to satisfy our curiosities. I propose we make this a more regular circumstance.” Jet raised an eyebrow. “How do you mean?” He asked. Violet grinned. “I mean that my parents leave town A LOT. We have a bunch of rooms we never use, and I have places where I hide… things. I also have more money than I know what to do with, if I’m being honest. I say that whenever we want, we meet at my house, if my parents are out, and let ourselves experience whatever we feel like. No rules, except whatever rules we want to have, and no one has to do anything they want, unless they agree to do whatever we decide. I can even pick up some… accessories, if people are interested.”

Cooper grinned. “Sounds like that could be fun.” Jet nodded. “More like the greatest fucking idea I’ve ever heard.” Aria, with her newfound confidence, also agreed. “I haven’t had this much fun, or felt this good in like… well… a really long time. I’m in.” Christabella and Edgar, looking at each other in wordless communication, finally looked back to the group. Christabella said nothing, just smiling. “We’re in too… We’ll see how it goes.” Violet stood, grinning in anticipation. “Looks like we’re just getting started.”

The therapist incestuous therapy has helped Mercedes reach one goal! Is that the end of the naughty therapy, or just the next step?

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Four: Daughter’s Incestuous Triumph

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Session 7 with Jill Daniels

Jill Daniels gasped as I fingered her pussy. I had my hand pressed inside her panties as she lay on her back upon my cuddling bed in my office. The sexy MILF was one of my patients. I’d just listened to her describe having sex with her son for the first time, turning us both on.

“I’m going to eat you out,” I whispered in the brunette’s ear, my pussy on fire. “It’s time to start working on your relationship with your daughter. That’s the point of being here.”

“What?” she moaned, her pussy squeezing down around my fingers probing into her depths.

“Close your eyes,” I purred. “You’ve enjoyed one child, now it’s time for the other.”

She whimpered, staring at me. I licked my lips as my fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. I jabbed my fingers deep into her pussy, her flesh squeezing around me. My tongue licked her earlobe, my own pussy getting hotter.

“Dr. Elliston,” she whimpered.

“Close them,” I whispered. “Oh, Mommy, I’m going to eat you out.”

She shuddered and then closed her eyes.

In a girlish voice, I said, “I just want to love you, Mommy.” I moved down her body between her thighs, my fingers sliding out of her twat. “To feast on you. It’s going to be great, Mommy.”

I pulled out my fingers from her pussy and then pulled the gusset of her panties to the side as I settled between her thighs. I had this hunger inside of me. I wanted to devour her. I leaned down, inhaling the tart scent of her pussy. My mouth watered. My silky, black hair spilled down around her thighs as I nuzzled into her cunt.

She gasped as my mouth made contact with her married pussy. Her son had fucked this pussy over the weekend. She’d had her first taste of incest. I wanted to make her family so close and united. My tongue darted through her folds, lapping up her cream.

My hands wrapped around her thighs. I held her tight and thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I fluttered around inside of her. I enjoyed it. This amazing passion. I savored the flavor of her twat. I feasted on her.

“Oh, Mommy, I love your pussy,” I whimpered. “You taste so good.”

“Oh, god, Dr. Elliston,” the MILF whimpered.

“It’s Mercedes, Mommy,” I purred. “Your daughter. I’m loving you.”

She gasped as my tongue darted into her twat. I fluttered my tongue through her folds. I swirled around inside her cunt. My nose rubbed against her clit. I devoured her with hunger. My tongue caressed her as my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

I slid my tongue through her folds. I licked and lapped at her. I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her pussy. I swirled around, stroking her walls. She tasted amazing. I could eat her all day.

“Mercedes,” the MILF moaned. I shuddered as she called out her daughter’s name. “Oh, oh, Mercedes. I’ve never had a woman eat my pussy.”

“You taste so good, Mommy,” I moaned, loving this roleplay. I’d eaten my own mother’s pussy. It was such a treat.

I licked up to her clit. I latched onto that cute bud and sucked hard on it. My fingers slid up her slit. I caressed her and then thrust into her depths. I pumped in and out of her cunt. I buried my digits over and over into her depths as I sucked on her. I nibbled on her. I loved the feel of her. My tongue darted around her clit.

This was just such a delicious treat.

Her pussy clenched around my digits. I nibbled on her clit. I sucked hard on it. Her little bud felt amazing between my lips, spongy and silky all at the same time. Her pussy squeezed down on my digits. I buried into her cunt faster and harder. I swirled my tongue around her bud, stroking her.

“Mercedes!” she gasped, her back arching. “Oh, yes, yes. This is… I’ve never… You’re teasing me. Oh, my god, yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. Her juices gushed out. I licked and lapped at her tart cream. I savored the MILF cumming while pretending I was her eighteen-year-old daughter. It sent such a rush of naughty heat through me.

I breathed in that wonderful musk, growing drunk on it as I devoured the cream gushing out of her. My pussy soaked my panties. My cunt burned. I wanted to touch myself, but I resisted as I buried my fingers deep into her cunt.

“Mercedes!” she whimpered. “This… I…” Her eyes fluttered open. “Dr. Elliston, what was this? Why are you pretending to be my daughter? Why are eating my pussy? What is going on?”

“Mmm, I’m making your family close.” I smiled at her. “You don’t have to feel guilty about cheating on your husband. You weren’t the only one to enjoy one of your children this weekend.”

She gasped and I shuddered. It was time to get to work.

“My daughter and my husband had sex?” Jill said, her eyes shocked. “He cheated on me?”

“You cheated on him with your son,” I said.

“Well, that’s different,” she said, shuddering. “He’s like a younger version of him and… Oh.”

“Oh,” I agreed, smiling. “And Mercedes’s is a younger version of you. She’s got all your desires. All your passions. Why wouldn’t she be attracted to the man you love? Just as you see your husband in your son, she sees a husband in her father. You are both the same. It’s time to mend fences.”

Jill bit her lip. “What are you saying?”

“That I want to change up how therapy is working.” I licked at her pussy, making her shudder, my own cunt on fire. “We’re going to reach through to your daughter. You and her are going to be so close, sharing the men in your lives. Your family will be happy.”

“How? She hates me.”

I smiled at her. Love and hate were so close to each other. “That’s what we’re doing. We’re fixing it.”

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Session 22 with Mercedes Daniels

After Jill Daniels left, it was time for my appointment with Mercedes. The eighteen-year-old girl darted into my office with a look of joy on her face, her nose ring glinting. Before she could even strip naked, like I was, I cupped her face and kissed her with her mother’s own pussy juices on my lips.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled it around inside of her. I caressed her. I teased her, my pussy growing so wet giving this beautiful girl a taste of motherly incest. A preview for the harmony I would create in her family.

Mercedes shuddered when I broke the kiss. I smiled at her and asked, “How did it go?”

She beamed at me. “it was amazing. I didn’t let Daddy escape me. He…”

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Mercedes’s Daniels’s story…

“Okay, we’re off to pick blackberries,” Mom said, holding my brother’s hand. Doug was eager to go pick blackberries with that annoying bitch. But it was perfect. It was time to have sex with my daddy. “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

“By,” Daddy said, the look crossing his face was almost horror. He glanced at me wearing a pair of short shorts that hugged my ass and a belly shirt that cupped my round and youthful breasts.

I winked at him.

The front door closed. Footsteps retreated. Daddy swallowed. He still felt guilty for that blowjob I’d given him two weeks ago. He’d been avoiding me ever since. No longer. I wouldn’t let him get away. He would be mine.

“Well, I, uh, need to get going, too,” Daddy said, heading for the door.

I hooked his arm and stopped him. “You are not going anywhere. I want you. It is happening, Daddy.”

“Mercedes!” he gasped. “What we did… We can’t do it again.”

“Oh, we can,” I said. “And we’re going to do more.” I released him and grabbed the bottom of my belly shirt. I pulled it up. My breasts popped out, round and firm. His eyes bulged as he stared at my tits. “Mmm, see how young and firm these are.”

He groaned, a gurgling sound. It was so hot the way he stared at my titties. He couldn’t look away.

“Touch them,” I purred as I unsnapped the fastener of my short shorts. “Feel them. They’re perky and delicious, Daddy.” I bounced on my heels, making my boobs jiggle.

His hands drifted to my tits almost like they had a mind of their own. I gasped as he touched my round tits. He squeezed them, his fingers digging into my flesh. I groaned and shoved my shorts and panties off my hips. They fell down my thighs to my feet. I stepped out of them as he kneaded my youthful breasts.

“Mmm, aren’t those nice, Daddy?”

He groaned again. It was like I’d rendered him speechless. I loved it.

I grabbed his wrist and pulled his right hand from my tit down my body. He felt so pliable. I shuddered as I pressed his fingers into my pussy. I groaned at the incestuous contact with his thick digits. I rubbed them up and down my shaved folds. I savored the feel of him. My juices flowed, coating his fingers.

“Feel that?” I whispered. “How wet I am Daddy. For you. My pussy is yours, Daddy. Love me.”

“Mercedes,” he croaked.

His fingers thrust into my twat. I shuddered at the feel of him invading me. His other hand squeezed my tit. He massaged me. This heat rippled through my body. I groaned, drinking in the feel of his touch. His fingers pumped deep into me, filling me up.

But there was something bigger I wanted inside of me.

I backed up from him, groaning as his fingers popped out of my twat. His hand released my breast. He stared at me, looking stunned. His eyes flicked up and down my eighteen-year-old body. I turned around, letting him see my rump.

As I sauntered away, I said over my shoulder, “I’ll be waiting in my room for you.”

I left the living room and hurried to the stairs. I darted up them, my tits heaving. This had to work. He had to come. He had felt my pussy. How wet I was for him. My incestuous lusts couldn’t wait any longer. Dr. Elliston was somehow behind my mom going to pick blackberries with my brother. My naughty therapist had given me the opportunity to love my daddy.

I would take it.

I reached my room and stretched out on it. I spread my legs, the juices dripping out of me. They soaked down to my rump. I shuddered, squirming on the bed. The heat roiled through me. It was this incredible rush. My heart pounded in my chest. This wicked heat surged through me.

I waited. The tension squeezed around my chest. My fingers grabbed my nipples, twisting them. I needed the stimulation to fight my nervousness. I whimpered, my stomach squirming. He had to succumb. I needed him. He had to come up here and claim me.

He moved.

His footsteps thudded through the house. They pounded up the stairs. I shuddered, feeling him coming. I glanced at my open doorway, pinching my nipples hard. The pleasure shot through my body. My cunt clenched.

Daddy burst into my room looking like a wild beast. He stared at me, this dark-haired, gorgeous man. His goatee surrounded his strong lips. He looked fit beneath his t-shirt and jeans. A strong man. Powerful.

“Ravish me, Daddy!” I moaned, feeling his desire for me.

He snarled and sprang at me. In a flash, he mounted the bed, the springs squeaking as he pressed my thighs further apart. My shaved pussy felt on display, my labia parting, showing off my pink depths.

He buried his face between my thighs. His goatee rasped on my pussy lips. I gasped, the scratching whiskers teasing me. They were bristles, rough and naughty. It was so different from a boy or Dr. Elliston going down on me.

This was a man feasting on me. My daddy.

Pleasure exploded through me as his tongue dug through my folds. His strong hands shoved beneath my ass to grip my rump. He squeezed me hard as his tongue darted into my folds. He thrust his tongue hard into my cunt. He swirled around inside of my depths. His whiskers pressed into my inner lips.

I gasped and squirmed, grinding on him. I drank in the wiry caress of his goatee. It was incredible. Pleasure flowed through me. His tongue whipped up my cunt. My breasts jiggled as I grabbed his short, black hair. I held him tight, whimpering, groaning.

“Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Yes, yes, eat me! Feast on me!”

He growled and lapped at my pussy.

He brushed my clit over and over. He caressed my bud, sending pleasure burning through me. I squeezed tight about his head. His whiskers rubbed against my folds and clit as he thrust his tongue back into my cunt. He buried deep into my pussy, swirling it around inside of me.

He teased me. Feasted on me.

It was incredible. My daddy was finally loving me. Finally feasting on me. He was giving me all the pleasure I’d craved. The rapture that I wanted. The bliss that would make me explode. I shuddered in passion. My heart pounded in my chest. The bliss surged through my body.

“Daddy, you’re going to make me cum!”

“Good,” he snarled. “That’s what you want! You’ve been teasing me, driving me wild. You naughty girl! Prancing around the house. Making me fucking hard.”

“I wanted you to use my body to satisfy yourself!” I moaned. “To fuck me, Daddy! I’ll love you so much better than Mommy!”

His hands gripped my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. His tongue thrust into my cunt. He swirled it around inside of me. I gasped in delight. I humped against his hunger. Those amazing whiskers. His tongue.

The pleasure swelled so fast. He found my clit. He sucked on it with his hungry lips. My twat squeezed tight. I gasped, my orgasm building and building. Sparks exploded through me. My bud throbbed in his mouth.

“Daddy!” I howled. “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I love you! You’re amazing! I’m going to cum! I’m going to… CUM!”

My orgasm exploded through me. This wild detonation of incestuous rapture. It surged through my body. Wave after wave of ecstasy drowned my nervous system. My mind. I swam in the currents of bliss. They buffeted me.

Daddy licked at my cunt, drinking the juices gushing out of me. My bed creaked and groaned as I spasmed on it. My fingers dug into his hair. My tits jiggled as the darkness devoured the edges of my vision, swallowing the world.

It was so intense. It was amazing.

“Mercedes,” he snarled, his whiskers rubbing against my sensitive folds. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my body bucking through the pleasure. “Fuck me, Daddy! I want you in me!”

He rose. I trembled, abandoning my pussy. My cunt kept spasming as the pleasure rushed through me. Through lidded eyes, I watched him pull off his shirt, exposing his muscular body. I whimpered at how sexy he was. His hands shot down, unsnapping his jeans. The zipper rasped.

I whimpered.

My orgasm died as he ripped out his cock. It thrust hard before him. That big, thick dick. He was like Clint, Dr. Elliston’s sexy brother. I licked my lips. I hadn’t had sex with any of the boys at my college since I realized what I truly wanted.

I needed this.

Daddy pounced on me. His heavy body was over me, his cock nudging at my pussy. He growled as he rammed his cock into my cunt. I gasped, my back arching. My tits jiggled as he filled me. A rush of bliss shot through me. I whimpered, squirming beneath him. My breasts jiggled as he filled me. I squeezed down around him.

He was in me. My daddy’s dick filled me. I gasped and whimpered, my pussy squeezing around his dick. He drew back and then slammed into me. He buried into my cunt hard. He fucked me, his face twisting in rapture as he pounded me.

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” I moaned, my orgasm building already. It was so amazing to have him in me. His cock fucked me. The cock that had started me in my mother’s womb. “Oh, yes, Daddy! I’ve wanted this for so long! Isn’t it amazing?”

“This is what you want?” he growled. “Huh? Me fucking you.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Pound me, Daddy!”

I savored it. His cock thrust deep and hard into me. His powerful strokes buried into me again and again. I whimpered, my cunt clenching about his dick, drinking in the friction of his hard thrusts. I threw my arms around his neck. I held him tight and pulled him down.

I kissed him, his goatee soaked in my tart juices. I whimpered at the rasping feel on my delicate lips and nose. I breathed in my musk as his dick slammed into me. His strong chest crushed my small breasts. My nipples throbbed and ached.

Our tongues danced together as he plundered my cunt. He fucked me with passion. He buried deep and hard into my twat. It was this amazing rapture. His cock rammed into my cunt. He filled me to the hilt again and again.

Daddy pounded me.

He fucked me.

The headboard smacked into the wall.

I loved it. I writhed beneath him, being fucked hard by him. My fingernails clawed his back as he drove me towards another orgasm. My pussy clenched about him, drinking in that friction. That amazing bliss. I would cum so hard on him. I would explode over and over.

It would be the best. Incredible. I squeezed my cunt down around his cock. I whimpered as he drove into me. He fucked me so hard. He loved me. He gave me what I craved. His heavy balls smacked into my taint.

They were full of his seed.

I wanted him flooding me.

“Daddy!” I whimpered, coming closer and closer to that moment. That hot rush of bliss surging through me. “Oh, Daddy, I’m so close!”

“Good!” he grunted. “You’re going to cum so hard, aren’t you?”

“God, yes!” I gasped, squeezing my thighs around his back. “Yes!”

He buried into me hard. His pubic bone crushed my clit. His wiry bush caressed my labia and bud. The pleasure sparked inside my cunt. The rapture surged through me. I came on his dick. My pussy convulsed.

“Daddy!” I squealed.

This wonderful explosion of bliss rushed out of my cunt. This amazing delight. It had me gasping. Moaning. Shouting out in rapture. His cock plunged over and over into my convulsing twat. He grunted as he buried into me. He filled my pussy over and over.

“Yes, yes, that’s it!” I moaned. “Daddy, cum in me!”

I writhed beneath him, holding him tight. My pussy massaged him. The pleasure rippled through me. The sparks burned through my mind. It was incredible. My thoughts blazed with ecstasy. They consumed my thoughts.

“Cum in me, Daddy! Please!”

He pulled away from me as I reached the pinnacle of my orgasm. I gasped as he broke from my embrace. His cock ripped out of my cumming twat. I blinked in shock as I stared up at him, his dick thrusting hard before him, throbbing and aching. My pussy felt so empty without his cum in me.

“Daddy?” I whimpered.

I gasped as he flipped me over onto my hands and knees. My breasts swayed. I shook my head, my mind blazing with my dying rapture. I opened my mouth to say something when his cock slammed into my cunt from behind. My entire body rocked forward from the thrust.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I hissed as his pubic hair caressed my pussy lips and ass, his balls smacking my clit. He drew back and rammed back in. “Oh, yes, yes, fuck me hard.”

“You want this, huh?” he demanded, his strong hands stroking my sides. “My dick fucking your pussy? You want to be a slut!”

“Your slut, Daddy!” I moaned, loving it. His cock rammed hard and deep into me. He filled me over and over. It was such a great experience. “Oh, my god, I’m your slut! Pound me hard, Daddy!”

He hammered his cock hard into my cunt. He fucked me with passion. His dick buried again and again into my twat. That amazing cock filled me. My cunt squeezed around his dick, holding him tight. He massaged my depths. He stimulated me.

The pleasure built in me again as he fucked me from behind. I climbed towards another climax. His crotch smacked my butt-cheeks. I rocked back into him, sliding my pussy down his thick cock as he rammed into my juicy cunt. My snatch clenched on him, tits swinging beneath me.

His hands stroked me. They roamed my body as that amazing cock drilled in and out of my juicy pussy. My orgasm swelled so fast. Cream ran down my thighs. He churned my wicked cunt to a froth with his amazing dick.

My daddy was in me. He belonged here.

“Oh, yes, yes, Daddy!” I gasped. “Oh, you’re amazing. I’m going to cum again on your cock! You’re such a stud!”

His hands slid up my body and seized my tits. He squeezed them hard. “I want to feel your slutty cunt spasming about my dick again. You want my cum, huh?”

“Spilling into me, Daddy!” I moaned. “I love you!”

“Then milk my cock!” he snarled, pounding hard. His balls smacked my clit over and over. Sparks burst, almost setting off another fire. “Come on, do it!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy squeezing around his dick. The pleasure built and built. That wonderful, explosive passion. I whimpered, my head swaying from side to side. I couldn’t take much more of this. He felt incredible.

I would cum so hard on him. I would explode. It would be an amazing rapture. This wondrous bliss surging through me. His cock drilled into my depths. He filled me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut.

Daddy plowed hard into me. He filled my cunt. The sparks burst from my clit. It ignited a fire in my cunt’s depths.

I blazed.

My pussy convulsed around his amazing dick. Incestuous heat rushed through my cunt. I gasped, my fingers digging into the bedspread. I moaned out my delight. Juices gushed out of my twat. The tart scent filled my nose.

“Do you feel how much I love your cock, Daddy?” I howled.

“Yes!” he snarled and buried to the hilt in me. “I can feel it. You’re cumming so hard, you naughty slut!”

“Oh, fuck, yes! So hard, Daddy! Cum in me! Give it to me!”

He buried into me, his fingers squeezing my tits. He snarled as he unleashed his cum. His jizz spurted hot into me. Blast after blast of his spunk splashed against my cervix. My convulsing twat milked him. I whimpered, the pleasure surging through my body. It was incredible.

A heady rush.

My mind blazed with ecstasy. The flames consumed my thoughts as my twat spasmed around his dick. I whimpered and groaned, my fingers clawing at the bedspread as I wrung his cock dry. He grunted as he spilled his seed in me.

“Mercedes!” he panted. “Oh, my god, that was incredible.”

He pulled out of me. I shuddered and rolled over onto my back. I stared up at him. His chest rose and fell. He looked so sexy. So handsome and strong. My body trembled. Heat rippled through me. Mom and Doug would be gone for hours. We could have so much fun.

“Did you like fucking me, Daddy?” I asked in this coquettish voice. His cum leaked out of me as I sat before him. His half-hard cock swayed before my face coated in my juices. “Huh?”

“You know I did,” he growled.

“Are you mad at me for seducing you?” I asked. I shoved a hand down between my thighs. I drew it up, coated in my juices.

“Angry at myself for succumbing,” he said. “You’re my daughter.”

“Mmm, and that just made it hotter,” I said. I brought his cum to my lips, tasting his salty seed mixed with my juices. “You made me, Daddy.”

“Your mother and I made you,” he said.

“I was born to love you,” I said. “You fit perfectly in me. You were the best fuck I’ve ever had. Better than all those boys.” Than even Clint Elliston, though he had been a stud. But there was something just special about my daddy. “You made me cum hard.”

I scooped up more cum as he watched me, his eyes hungry. I loved it. He wanted me again. He loved Mom, but my body would steal him away. He would crave my youthful flesh. He would love me more as he enjoyed all of my flesh.

“Jesus,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this. How long have you wanted this?”

“All my life,” I answered. Dr. Elliston helped me to recognize that. It all made sense to me when I realized I had feelings for my father. Why else was I so rebellious with my mother. She stood in the way of my happiness. “Mmm, did you enjoy it, Daddy. Did you enjoy fucking my tight pussy?”

“You know I did,” he growled. “This has to stop. Your mother—”

“Isn’t here!” I smiled at him and grabbed his cock. I stroked him, soaked in my juices. “I am. She’s out doing boring things. She doesn’t have to know about this.” I pumped my hand up and down his dick. “It’s our secret. Just something fun for you to do with your daughter.”

I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me.

“Mmm, we can do other things,” I said, leaning in. “You’ve enjoyed my mouth.” I licked the tip of his cock, savoring the mix of my tart juices with a lingering bit of cum remaining in his slit. “And my pussy, but I have another hole.”

“What?” he groaned as my tongue darted around the crown of his cock.

“Mmm, ever enjoyed a girl’s asshole?” I asked, his cock throbbing in my hand. “Let me get you hard again, and then you can enjoy such a wonderful delight.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

I giggled. “Daddy, that’s what you’re going do to me.”

I winked at him and then sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. My tart flavor melted across my tongue. I sucked on him. My hand cupped his balls. I massaged them as I nursed on his half-hard dick. He pulsed. Throbbed.

I would breathe life back into him. He stared down at me, his chest rising and falling. His cum leaked out of my pussy, soaking my bedspread. Some leaked down my taint to my asshole. My backdoor tingled, eager to feel this big dick plunder me.

I had to be his slut. I had to show him that I was better in bed than my boring mother. Did he ever fuck her doggy style like he’d just done me? Had he ever rammed his cock into her asshole? Did she suck his cock clean after he fucked her cunt?

I would do all these things and more.

I would love him with my body.

“Mercedes,” he groaned as his cock throbbed and swelled in my hand. I sucked on him. My tongue danced around his cock. It was incredible to enjoy. This amazing rush surged through me. He grew stiffer and stiffer. “Damn.”

I popped off of him, my hand stroking up his pussy-soaked dick. “Mmm, yes, yes, you’re getting hard. You want to fuck my tight asshole, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He stared down at me. “You are just a little whore, Mercedes. Where did we go wrong with you?”

“Oh, Daddy, I’m perfect and you know it.” I winked at him. “If I wasn’t, then I wouldn’t do this to your cock.”

I sucked the tip into my mouth. He groaned as my tongue danced around him. I teased him. Loved him. He throbbed in my mouth. He felt incredible. I sucked on him, my pussy clenching. The ache swelled in my depths as I loved him, cleaning off the last of my pussy juices.

I wanted to keep sucking him, but if he came in my mouth, he couldn’t fuck my asshole. I wanted him to experience every bit of me. With a low groan, I pulled my mouth off his dick. I panted, my breasts rising and falling. I stared up at him.

“Let’s get my ass ready, Daddy,” I purred. “You don’t want to hurt your little girl.”

“how do you even know about this?” he muttered.

I rolled my eyes. “The internet. D’oh. Now, there’s a bottle of lube in my nightstand drawer.”

“Lube?”

“I wanted to be ready,” I moaned, stretching out on my back. “Get my asshole nice and ready for your dick. I’ve never had a guy back there. It’s the only cherry hole I have for you. It’s yours, Daddy. I’m yours.”

He groaned, his fully-hard dick throbbing.

As he reached over to open my drawer, I shoved a pillow beneath my rump, elevating my hips. I hugged my legs to my torso, my knees bent. My nipples rubbed against them as I squirmed, my asshole feeling so exposed.

“What is this?” Daddy asked. He pulled out my silver vibrator. “Where did you get this?”

“Internet,” I said. “Thanks for paying my allowance to my PayPal account! Makes things easy to shop online.”

“Damn,” he muttered. He grabbed it. “Your mother has one like this.”

I blinked at that.

“She loves it when I do this.” He turned it on by twisting the base. I gasped as he plunged it into my pussy. It massaged my cum-filled depths. I shuddered, my asshole clenching. My toes curled. I hugged my tits tight to my chest as the toy buzzed away inside of me.

“Daddy!” I whimpered as it churned away in me.

He pulled out the bottle of Pink Passion, the lube in there dyed its namesake’s color. I shuddered as he popped open the top and smeared it on his fingers. With the vibrator churning up my cunt, I groaned and whimpered, eager for him to get my asshole ready.

He rubbed his fingers against my sphincter. He coated my backdoor in the lube. I trembled, my pussy squeezing down on the buzzing toy. It was incredible, teasing me. Massaging me. The pleasure rippled through my body, making me whimper.

Then I gasped.

“Daddy!” I groaned as his first finger penetrated my bowels. I had never felt anything like it before. He reached into my depths. He went deeper and deeper into me. I groaned, my asshole clenching down on his finger. “Oh, wow, Daddy!”

He grinned at me. “So you like that, huh?”

I nodded my head as he worked his finger in and out of my tight bowels. My virgin asshole clenched about his digit. This velvety heat merged with the vibrator buzzing away in my cunt. I shuddered, whimpered. Groaned. My eyes fluttered as this amazing heat rippled through my body.

I squirmed, holding my legs tight to my chest. My nipples rubbed into my lower thighs. I squirmed as he plundered me. The vibrator teased me. It was incredible. Better than I could hope for. My bowels grew looser and loser around his plunging finger.

Daddy squeezed lube around my asshole as he kept reaming me. Then he pressed a second lubed digit into my bowels. My anal ring stretched wider. I gasped at how strange it felt. This wonderful, naughty sensation.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. “Ooh, you’re going to give me such a treat, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” he grinned, thrusting his finger in and out of my asshole.

“Daddy!” I whimpered. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes.”

My asshole squeezed around his digits. He worked them in and out of me, teasing me, driving me nuts. I loved it. I groaned and squirmed on the bed. I wiggled back and forth, letting him use me to his heart’s content.

He squeezed more lube as he relaxed my asshole. He brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. The vibrator teased my pussy walls. They drank in the buzzing delight. The sensation of his fingers penetrating my bowels mixed with the bliss the naughty toy gave me.

I was going to cum.

“That’s it,” he said, pumping his digits in and out of me. “You’re getting nice and lubed for daddy’s cock.”

“I am!” I whimpered. “Please, please, Daddy, I want you in me so much! I want to cum on your big dick reaming my asshole. Oh, I’m ready! I’m so ready.”

“The vibrator’s doing its job,” he said as he pressed a third finger against my asshole.

“Daddy!” I gasped as he jammed it in hard.

My asshole couldn’t resist it. He sank his three digits deep into my bowels. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. This wonderful heat rippled through my body. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes. What a wonderful delight. A treat to enjoy.

“Daddy, daddy, yes!” I moaned as his fingers buried deep into my bowels. “Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing. Yes!”

My pussy clenched down on the vibrator. I came.

Wonderful waves of bliss washed out of my spasming twat. My asshole writhed around his plunging fingers. He worked them in and out of my bowels as the pleasure washed through my mind. Gentle passion that had me trembling. Groaning.

He smiled at me. “That’s it,” he said, ripping his fingers out of my asshole. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”

“So ready,” I moaned, my body bucking through my orgasm. My pussy clenched down hard on the vibrator. It kept buzzing away in me. Driving me wild.

“You’re going to love this,” he said, coating his cock in the pinkish gel. I caught a whiff of the strawberry flavoring. It was an edible lube. I licked my lips, eager for him to penetrate me. “You’re going to explode on my cock.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered as he pressed his dick against my asshole.

I felt the thick tip rubbing at my relaxed sphincter. The orgasm and his digits had readied me. I shuddered as he pressed forward. My asshole stretched and stretched. He was thicker than his three fingers. I groaned as my anal ring swallowed his cock. That velvety delight surged through me as he sank into me, the vibrator buzzing away in my cunt.

It was incredible. I closed my eyes shut against the wave of bliss washing out of my bowels. It was so strange to be penetrated in my ass. It was this hot, twisting sensation that had my pussy squeezing down on the vibrator. A velvety friction rippled from my bowels, mixing with the growing delight humming in my pussy.

“See,” he said, sliding deeper and deeper into my asshole. “You’re going to love it, Mercedes.”

“I’ll love everything with you, Daddy,” I moaned as he leaned over me.

I gasped, feeling his wiry pubic hair rubbing into my taint and shaved twat as he buried his cock into me. He leaned over me. I stopped holding my legs and let them slip around his waist. I pulled him tight, to me.

I kissed him.

His goatee, soaked in my tart juices, rubbed on my lips. I kissed him hard as he pumped his cock in and out of my bowels. This wasn’t the wild, animalistic fucking from the first time. This was slower. He was making love to my asshole.

I shuddered, my virgin hole gripping his dick. I kissed him, my tongue dancing with his. It was incredible. I held my daddy tight, my body moving with him. The vibrator buzzed away, pressed deeper into my cunt by his crotch. It was almost buried to the hilt in me, my labia almost swallowing it.

The pleasure surged through me. I groaned and whimpered, my body squirming beneath him. The pleasure built and built in me. He thrust hard into me. He buried to the hilt in me. It was incredible. A joy to feel.

His dick pumped away in my asshole as we kissed. Our tongues dueled as he penetrated my bowels over and over. It was incredible to enjoy. My asshole clenched on his lubed cock, drinking in the velvety glide of his dick. The vibrator teased my pussy.

Could he feel it?

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Can you feel the vibrator buzzing away in me?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “It’s making your asshole feel incredible.”

I shuddered and beamed at him. “Oh, Daddy, thank you! Ooh, you’re filling up my asshole. I love this. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

As he kissed me again, my heart burst into frantic beats of joy. My hips undulated, stirring my bowels around his cock. The pleasure built and built in me. I climbed towards another pinnacle of rapture as he sodomized me.

My daddy’s cock reamed my asshole over and over. Our tongues dueled. They danced together. His goatee rasped on my lips and cheeks as I loved him. My bowels gripped his dick, drinking in that wonderful, burning friction.

The vibrator drove my pussy wild. My inner walls felt almost numb from the buzzing. The sensitivity built and built. I clawed faster and faster to that orgasm. I whimpered into the kiss, trembling beneath him. My thighs clutched to him. I caressed his back as he drove into me.

I broke the kiss and whimpered, “I can’t take much more! The vibrator’s driving me wild.”

“Good,” he groaned, his pace increasing. His cock plunged deep and hard into my bowels. “Let me feel you cumming on me again.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned.

The vibrator and his dick drove me towards that orgasm. His balls smacked into my butt-cheeks as he buried into me. My nipples throbbed against his chest. I shuddered and whimpered. His cock felt amazing. I loved it.

Loved him.

He drove to the hilt in me. I whimpered, the buzzing and the velvety friction swirling together. The pressure in the depths of my cunt pressed on the barrier. It couldn’t hold. It broke. My orgasm burst through me.

“Daddy!” I squealed and kissed him.

My bowels convulsed around his dick. My pussy spasmed around the vibrator. Juices gushed out around the toy, spilling down my taint to his cock reaming my asshole. I whimpered, the tsunami of rapture sweeping through my body.

I savored the incestuous ecstasy inundating my body. I clutched Daddy tight. I thrust my tongue into his mouth as my bowels convulsed around his dick. He thrust hard into me. Fast. I whimpered, the pleasure burning through me. It was incredible. I gasped and moaned, lost to this wicked pleasure.

He grunted into the kiss and buried to the hilt in my asshole. He kissed me hard as his cum fired into my bowels. I shuddered, giving him something Mom never would. I surrendered every bit of my body to my daddy.

And he loved it. Loved me.

He kissed me with hunger as his cum spurted into my asshole. Triumph surged through me as I loved him. My mind drank in the rapture rushing out of my pussy and asshole. My holes writhed and spasmed, my cunt teased by the vibrator while my bowels wrung Daddy dry.

He spilled his passion into me and I knew I had him. He was mine.

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Session 22 with Mercedes Daniels

“I beat her!” Mercedes declared as she finished her tale. She lay on the cuddling bed with me. She’d stripped naked while telling it then joined me on the bed. Her firm titties pressed into my round breasts, her pale skin contrasting with my light-olive hue. Our nipples kissed as she pressed her thigh against my pussy. My clit throbbed against her silky left. “I won!”

“No, you didn’t win,” I told her. “That’s not the point of this.”

“Sure I did,” Mercedes moaned, humping her wet pussy against my thigh. We ground on each other. “I seduced Daddy away from her. He’s mine now.”

“No, what you did was expand the love in your family,” I said. “The point of this therapy is to heal the relationship between you and your mother.”

She frowned.

“You see, your mother is learning to see you as a woman.” I nuzzled my nose against hers, my clit throbbing on her thigh as I ground against her. “No longer a child but a woman with passions. Desires. She knows all about your lusts for your daddy.”

“What?” she gasped. “No, she doesn’t. Daddy and I were having fun all weekend. On Sunday, he fucked me when she and Doug went to pick blackberries again. She had no idea. If she did, she wouldn’t let me alone with him.”

“Mmm, you need to stop seeing this as a competition,” I said. “She’s not a rival. She’s someone you love. Someone you care for. Someone that can give you pleasure.”

Mercedes stopped humping against me. Her blue eyes blinked. “What?”

“You tasted pussy on my lips when you first walked in, right?” I asked. “Whose was it?”

“Why, it was your last patient, right?” Her eyes widened. “Wait, that was my mother?”

“Do you think you’re the only girl I have sex with on this bed?” I asked her. “Your mother tasted delicious, didn’t she?”

“Well…” Mercedes said, squirming.

“From now on, we’re starting joint sessions with you and your mother,” I said. “It’s time to bring you together. Now, when you get home and see your mother, I want you to tell her what you did with your father and she’ll tell you what she did with your brother while they were ‘picking blackberries.’”

Mercedes’s jaw dropped. “What? Mom and Doug? They’ve been fucking?”

“See, your both women with desires,” she said. “Now it’s time to bring it all out in the open and love each other.”

“No fucking way,” Mercedes groaned.

I sighed. She was going to be difficult.

To be continued…

Alex opens his family’s eyes to incestuous bliss!

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Six: Brother’s Mind-Controlling Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Deidre Icke, President of the collapsing Institute of Apotheosis Research, shuddered as she slipped off her Master and ex-husband’s face. Robert Icke had licked her pussy while their eighteen-year-old daughter had licked her asshole. Deidre buzzed from her orgasms. Her large breasts swayed, her black hair danced about her face as she trembled. Her children gave her orders now.

Alex and Alexis were gods now. Not the correct gods, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Deidre had given herself to her son and daughter. She turned around, smiling as the handsome Alex, as handsome as his father, ripped his cock out of Alexis’s asshole. The eighteen-year-old girl trembled, still impaled on her father’s cock. She had Deidre’s beauty, her body flushed and trembling.

“Oh, that was amazing, Master,” Alexis moaned. Just as Deidre served her ex-husband as a loving sex slave (a lesson Deidre learned from the God Randy Lyon), Alexis served her brother Alex. “I came so hard.”

Alex pulled his sister-slave to her feet. Cum ran down her thighs, spilling thick and creamy from her pussy and asshole. The girl had taken her two favorite cocks in her holes, cumming hard while rimming Deidre’s asshole.

Deidre loved her daughter’s pussy. There was no cunt Deidre wanted to lick more than Alexis’s. Unable to resist, Deidre shifted forward, grabbed her daughter’s hips, and buried her face into Alexis’s pussy. Deidre’s eyes stared at the gentle swell of her daughter’s belly, her tongue fluttering through Alexis’s folds, lapping up her sweet juices and her ex-husband’s salty cum.

Such a wonderful delight, Deidre thought. She was so glad that Alex and Alexis allowed her to stay Robert’s sex slave. Thanks to the God Michael Horne lessons, she’d been punished for being a cheating wife and had her relationship with Robert repaired. She never should have cheated on him, and now she was all his.

“Mommy!” Alexis moaned, her small breasts jiggling. Deidre stared up past her daughter’s slightly round belly to her firm titties and face twisting in pleasure. “Oh, you are such a naughty mommy.”

“So naughty,” Deidre moaned between licks, her tongue fluttering fast, gathering up every drop of jizz she could.

“I’m so glad that I surrendered to it, Master,” Alexis said, shuddering. She’d tried not to use the mind-control powers that the Halo granted her, to not be a false goddess, but Alex had used her lust and seduced her into embracing her stolen abilities.

Deidre didn’t answer, she just kept licking her daughter’s pregnant pussy. The naughty mother slid her hand up her daughter’s thighs to her soft belly, stroking her swell. Deidre’s licking stopped as she caressed Alexis’s stomach, Deidre’s brow furrowing.

“What is it?” Alexis asked her brother. “This truth that you’ve discovered, Master.”

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Troy Bullock – Taurus

“Fuck Mommy’s ass, Troy,” my sexy mother said as she knelt on her hands and knees. “I’m so ready to take your cock. Your father always loved fucking my asshole.”

Of course my father demanded my mother give him anal. A strange surge of jealous anger washed through me as I rubbed KY lube on my cock, getting myself ready to love my mother’s asshole. I shouldn’t be jealous. My mother loved me now, not my father. She wasn’t devoted to him, fawning over him while ignoring me. She gave me all her love now.

It was all thanks to the Halo.

“Mmm, you’re going to love my asshole, Troy,” She moaned, her fingers parting her butt-cheeks.

I groaned, pushing aside that jealousy. My mother was so beautiful. I paused in lubing my cock to stare at her. She had light-brown hair that spilled over her shoulders and supple back. Her brown bush, trimmed close, was soaked with juices and my cum leaking out of her. I had made love to her so many times tonight, fucking her in my parents’ bed.

My bed.

My dad was somewhere else in the house. He didn’t deserve all her attention. Mothers should love their sons. Should be devoted to them. There was this other guy who must have gotten the Halo who was turning all the mothers into their sons’ sluts. Mothers should be lovers, not whores.

“Fuck Mommy’s ass, Troy,” Mom moaned in wanton passion. Her hips wiggled at me, her fingers dug into her butt-cheeks. Her brown rosette beckoned, that tight asshole I wanted to fuck.

I groaned, drifting to her. I was so glad to fuck her hard. She was devoted to my pleasure now, happy to love me with her body. She would do anything to make me happy, and I would do anything for her.

“You are so sexy, Mom,” I moaned as I pressed my lubed cock between her butt-cheeks. I left a glistening streak down her crack as I moved my dick down to her asshole.

I shuddered and groaned as I massaged her sphincter. That puckered delight massaged my cock’s tip. Pleasure surged through me. My dick ached as I rubbed against her. She whimpered, her hips wiggling.

“Yes, yes, fuck Mommy’s asshole!” she moaned.

I loved having a Halo. Maybe I was a god like people on the internet were saying. There was talk of all sorts of craziness. People who had these halos longer do all sorts of naughty things. I had to spread my own beliefs, to let mothers know to love their sons, and fathers to love their daughters.

I pressed forward with my cock, so eager for it. Her asshole spread and spread about my cock. Mom moaned louder and louder. She groaned as my cock popped into her bowels. I shuddered at the tight, velvety sheath engulfing my cock.

“Mom!” I groaned, my hands sliding around her body. I grasped her large tits, squeezing her heavy tits as I drove deeper and deeper into her bowels. “Oh, wow, that’s good.”

“I knew you’d love it, Troy!” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. “Oh, yes, I knew you would enjoy it. You do enjoy it, right?”

“Absolutely!” I groaned, her bowels squeezed about my cock. The pleasure surged down my dick as I buried deeper into her.

My crotch pressed into her rump. I was in my mother. It was just the best. I drew back my hips and she whimpered. Her bowels clenched around my cock, massaging it. My sensitive tip drank in the velvety friction, my balls tightening. I kneaded her tits as I groaned.

Then I slammed into her again. Harder. Deeper. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled and jiggled. My balls thwacked into her flesh, heavy with my cum. She moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side, teasing her.

“Oh, Mommy loves your cock in me!” she moaned, throwing a look over her shoulder. Her brown hair swept around her. “Yes, yes, just fuck me. Pound my asshole! Fuck Mommy so hard!”

“Yes!” I growled, my hips pumping faster, driving my cock into her. “You love it, huh?”

“Of course I do!” she moaned my fingers sliding down her tits to pinch her nipples. “I love everything you do.”

“You’re the best mom!” I groaned, my balls smacking into her again and again. The pleasure spilled through me. “Just the fucking best!”

I pinched her nipples. Mom moaned louder and louder. Dad had to be hearing how much she loved my cock. How much she was mine now. She would never touch him again. Never love him. She was all mine now. Just the way she should have been.

My fingers twisted her nipples and tugged on them, her asshole clenching down on my dick every time. That wonderful, velvety heat burned around my cock. My dick drank in the heat. It swelled the pressure in my balls.

“Fuck, Mom!” I groaned, slamming so deep and hard into her. “Take it! Take my cock, Mom! I love you so much!”

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, we’re going to do such naughty things, aren’t we?”

“We’re going to change our town!” I gasped, my lusts swelling as I fucked my mother’s ass. “We’re going to make every mother love her son!”

“Just like they should!” howled Mom.

Her asshole writhed about my cock. Her head tossed from side to side as her bowels spasmed. She was cumming. I loved that sound she made. I gave my mother pleasure again. I tugged hard on her nipples, stretching them out as I fucked her sheath.

She massaged me. She gripped me. That wonderful pleasure surged around my cock. I shuddered, slamming so hard into her body as she gasped and moaned. She screamed her head off, letting the world know she was my lover.

“Cum in Mommy’s asshole, Troy!” she gasped. “Cum in me! Mommy needs your cum!”

“I love you, Mom!” I groaned, my dick throbbing. It was just a lovely treat to be in her asshole. To love her.

“I love you, Troy!” she moaned. “Now cum in me! Please, please, just spill that cum in me! Erupt!”

I slammed into my mother’s writhing asshole. The pleasure shot up my cock. That pressure swelled in my balls and at the tip of my dick. My face scrunched up. Then my cock pulsed. The pleasure shot out of me while my cum pumped into my mother’s asshole.

Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her bowels. Pleasure flooded my mind. Stars burst across my eyes. I groaned, wracked by the ecstasy. It swept through me. My cock unloaded a final time, my mother’s asshole milking out all my cum. I swayed, holding her.

“I love you Troy!” she moaned.

I leaned over her, hugging her. I pulled her to me as we trembled. I nibbled at her ear. “Mmm, we are going to change our town, Mom.”

“We are. You’ll show all those mothers how to love their sons.” She looked over her shoulder at me as I kneaded her tits, my cock still hard in her asshole. “Just like you showed me how much I loved you. I was so confused before.”

I smiled at her. “We will. We’ll help every mother love her son, and every father love his daughter.”

“Or adopted daughter. Mmm, we’ll find your father the perfect girl, won’t we?”

I nodded my head. I didn’t hate my father, just resented him having all my mother’s affections. But now Mom was mine so he deserved something. “Where should we start?”

“Mmm, there’s that big game at your college tomorrow,” groaned Mom. She wiggled her hips then slid forward off my cock.

“Yeah, there’ll be plenty of mothers there,” I said. “Plenty of people who can discover the truth.”

She nodded her head, licking her lips. “Let me get a wash cloth to clean your dick, Troy.”

“No, no, use your mouth,” I said. “That’ll be hot.”

My thoughts prickled as my powers changed my mother.

“Ooh, that’s so dirty,” she moaned, her voice throaty. “I never did that for your father.”

“You didn’t love him as much as me.”

“No, I didn’t,” she moaned, her hands grabbing my cock.

I loved giving her commands. It felt so right. And tomorrow, there would be so many people to control. I would create a paradise, changing people. Mothers would raise their sons to be their lovers, and fathers their daughters. Everyone would be happy and—

“Mom!” I groaned as she sucked the tip of my dirty cock past her lips.

Ass to mouth was such a wicked treat. I was so glad to enjoy it from my sexy mom. My dick throbbed in her sucking mouth. She swirled her tongue around my cock. She polished my cock, cleaning it of her own ass while simultaneously showing me just how much she loved me.

I ran my hands through her brown hair, holding her tight. I fucked my cock into her mouth. I couldn’t believe this other guy was turning mothers into sluts. That they would change these loving women into nothing more than whores.

“You’ll always suck my cock clean after it’s been in your ass, Mom,” I grunted, a little bit of prickling across my thoughts.

She moaned about my cock, sucking harder. I smiled, so happy, my dick throbbing in her mouth. She cleaned me up just the way any loving mother should with her son. I closed my eyes, picturing tomorrow, the start of changing the world.

I would put so many people under my powers. It would be amazing.

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Alex Icke – Gemini

“What is the truth?” my twin sister asked as she ground her pregnant pussy on my mother’s mouth. Mom stroked the slight swell of my sister’s belly. She wasn’t that much pregnant, only a few weeks. I couldn’t wait for my slave to bear my child.

“What have you learned?” she pressed.

I smiled, my dick still hard after fucking her asshole. Part of me was distracted by our mother licking Dad’s cum out of Alexis’s pussy. She could fuck Dad as much as she wanted while pregnant. She had nine months to indulge before her cunt was off-limits again.

Only I could breed her. I wouldn’t take any chances with my twin’s womb.

“Please, Master,” she moaned, grinding her bred cunt on our mother’s mouth.

“The halos don’t make people into gods,” I said.

“Of course they do,” Alexis moaned. “We have powers. We’re gods. False gods, but we’re still gods.”

“No, no, the gods are just regular people with powers,” I said.

“No, son,” Dad objected.

Alexis shook her head. “They are gods. They have to be. Dr. Blavatsky had a vision of the future. We are creating gods to awaken mankind.”

“His soul approved everyone who worked here, yes?” I asked my sister.

“He did!” either Cindy or Mindy moaned, those twin girls writhing with their father. “We scried him and his wife, Dr. Bailey. We communed with them. They approved us all, Alex. Even you!”

“See, Alex,” Dad said. “That was his vision. He wanted to be with us, but he had to go to the spirit realm so he could find the gods. His wife went with him. He was so committed to the cause.”

“So he’s infallible?” I asked.

“Of course,” Dad said. “That was why he departed his flesh. I remember it clearly. I spent weeks working with the lawyers before they passed on to make sure that their will was perfect. That the Institute would be able to continue.”

“They speak to Cindy and me,” Mindy moaned. “Once they crossed over, they ventured into the future. They saw how this would unfold. Their vision was perfect. They shared it with my sister and me.”

“If there vision was perfect,” I said, a smile spreading across my lips, “then how did Ulrich slip past our guru and betray the institute?”

Mom stopped licking Alexis’s pussy. She pulled her face away, her lips sticky with cream and cum. Dad opened his mouth to object, but Alexis talked over him, saying, “He was just following the god he liked. When the God Henry Archer wanted to make his girlfriend into a goddess, Ulrich was just swept up into the thrill of following the God’s teachings.”

“Even though we all swore not to follow any one god until the project was completed?” I countered.

Alexis frowned.

“Well, we were following some of the things they taught,” Mom said. “Like loving each other. The gods had their lessons. They shared them with us. That is why we’re recording them. Even the four you did send out are being recorded. We are missing out on their lessons, but they are being archived. So we could broadcast them to the world when it was time. After all the gods are established.”

I waved my hand. “But we weren’t supposed to abandon our mission to awaken the ‘correct’ individuals. Yet Ulrich did. He sent the Virgo halo to Henry. As I was packing up the last of the halos to send them out, it made me think, This question popped into my head: what if Dr. Blavatsky didn’t know what he was talking about?”

My sister’s jaw dropped. My father gained his feet, anger in his eyes. Mother gasped.

“Son, you don’t know—”

“Listen,” I said. “I am revealing truth here. It occurred to me if I could even think those thoughts, then there was something wrong with Dr. Blavatsky’s vision. Now I understand.” I looked at everyone. “What do the halos do?”

“They make gods,” Mom gasped. She, too, gained her feet, grabbing my father’s arm, clinging to him.

“The gods… They haven’t done anything amazing,” I said. “They haven’t produced any great treaties on morality or philosophy. No profound insight into the nature of the universe. No, they’ve just been horny humans. They’ve been obsessed with sex and satiating their perverse desires. Randy Lyon makes his older sister crawl after him while he turns every other girl he comes across into their brother’s sluts. And how big has Michael Horne’s harem grown?”

“They’ve been free to act on their desires,” Mom said. “To show mankind what lessons are lurking inside of them.”

“And those lessons are, what, to fuck each other?” I asked. “To commit incest?”

My sister blinked at me.

“Look at how eager we were all to do the same things the gods were doing.” I smiled at my sister, my cock hard. “Once we had permission, that we didn’t have to feel guilty about our attraction to our family members, we threw ourselves into incest with glee. That’s the truth.”

My mom furrowed her brow, looking at my sister and me. She swallowed.

“Dr. Blavatsky was mistaken,” I continued. “The gods are not Tibetan monks seeking enlightenment. They’re horny people abusing their powers. That’s what the halos do. It gives you the ability to dominate, and you want to. Look at Bess Atwater. She had to brainwash herself to stop herself from giving commands. The most submissive person to gain a halo couldn’t stop herself from dominating those around her.

“So it’s all bullshit. It’s just people having fun, using this technology we developed to shape those around them.” I shrugged. “Why can’t I enjoy that?” I glanced at my sister. “Why can’t we enjoy that power, Alexis? You felt it. That thrill of giving commands. You’re a submissive girl. You find joy in serving, and yet there’s this part of you want that wants to spread your will.”

She nodded her head. “There was this rush and…” She bit her lip. “All the gods do is fuck. They don’t… talk about making the world better, just… who they can enjoy. They change people to satisfy their desires.”

“How is that supposed to enlighten mankind?” I asked. “How is that supposed to make the world better? Dr. Blavatsky was a fool.”

“I…” Alexis stared at me. “You’re…” Her brow furrowed. I could feel her thoughts working in her mind through our connection. “It’s just… I mean… Wow.”

“I know,” I said. “It doesn’t matter what we do with our powers. Just that we enjoy ourselves. That we… mold our own reality. We can make our community into what we desire. We’re not ruining the world, we’re just doing what the other possessors of the halos are doing.”

“We’ll make it so women serve their men,” whimpered Alexis. “We’ll ensure that they find joy in being sex slaves. To their husbands. Their boyfriends.” She shivered. “And their brothers.”

“A brother could be all three of those individuals,” I said, cupping her face. “And if they don’t have brothers, there are plenty of men who don’t have sisters.”

“But… but…” Mom shook her head. “No, no. I knelt at Dr. Blavatsky feet when I was your age. Younger. He opened my eyes.” She clutched at father. “Tell them, Master. What it was like to hear him speak about the future. How the Gods would awaken the world. They will make a paradise. Everyone would be happy.”

“Because everyone would be slaves,” I said. “Why else do the halos dominate instead of educate? Maybe Dr. Blavatsky thought that the individuals would be altruistic. That they would use the these powers for good instead of satiating their lusts. But that’s not what happened. So why give it away to others? We were fools. Well, I’m not going to be a fool. I’m going to use it like the other ‘gods.’” I pulled my sister to me, my cock hard against her stomach. “I’m going to make something with you, Alexis. Our mother is happy because she became our father’s sex slave.”

“We’re happy, too, Alex,” Cindy and Mindy said together. “We’re our Daddy’s.”

“Yes, you are,” Alexis said. “You love and serve your daddy.”

The two eighteen-year-old twins groaned.

My dick throbbed against the swell of my sister’s belly. I shuddered, loving her. I leaned in to kiss her when my mother let out a keening moan. My sister looked over my shoulder at our mother swaying.

“It… it was all pointless?” Mom asked, her head shaking. “But… but… we dedicated ourselves to it and…”

My father had an equally hopeless look on his face. He held our mother, but he looked on the verge of falling over, too. I could see that they needed something to clutch to. They needed to be propped up as their world crashed around them.

“It wasn’t pointless,” I said. “We all became closer as a family.” I smiled at them. “You and Dad repaired your relationship. We all are fucking. Having fun. That’s not pointless. It just isn’t the grand plan that Dr. Blavatsky envisioned. We’re not going to make the world better. We’re going to… impose our will on them. We’re going to change everything to the way we want it.

“We’ll be gods because people will be our slaves,” I said. “Now, Mom, get down on your knees and lick Alexis clean.”

“And what are you going to do, Master?” asked Alexis as our mother fell down to her knees before her.

“I’m going to enjoy Mom’s cunt,” I said, winking at her. “She’s pregnant now, our new brother or sister’s growing in her. So I’m going to pound her hard and cum in her!”

“Yes, yes, fuck your mother,” moaned the twins. “We wish our mother was still alive.”

“You’re going to be mothers,” James, their father, said. He had his arms around them both, his hands rubbing their flat bellies. They were a week or so ahead of my sister in conceiving their father’s children, making them maybe a month along.

They wouldn’t be showing for a while yet.

I bet they would look as sexy as Alexis with a pregnant belly. I couldn’t wait to see all four—Mom, my sister, and those twins—blossom with their pregnancies. My cock throbbed as I moved around my mom, eager to fuck her hard.

I grabbed her ass as I fell down to my knees. My cock smacked her ass. My shaft was dirty with my sister’s ass. I smiled. I was going to have so much fun cleaning my dick. My fingers kneaded into her rump.

“Oh, Mom, yes,” Alexis moaned, her small breasts jiggling. They looked a little bigger. A little fuller. Her pregnancy would give her bigger tits. It would be hot. I couldn’t wait for her tits to swell towards our mother’s size.

Alexis was cute with her small tits, but she would be sexy with bigger tits. I would love her no matter what, though. I clenched our mother’s rump. I squeezed and kneaded her butt. I spread her asscheeks apart. I had to taste my mom before I fucked her cunt.

“Alex!” Mom moaned as I licked at her shaved snatch. My tongue flicked and fluttered against her folds, lapping up her spicy juices. They coated my tongue. She groaned, wiggling back against me.

Dad watched, arms folded before him. I was taking charge, being a man, and he was observing me. I hoped he was proud of me. I fluttered my tongue through mom’s bred pussy, licking and lapping up her spicy juices.

I came from this snatch. Eating her out was a delicious treat. I sucked and nibbled on her clit. My hips wiggled from side to side. I sucked on her pussy lips. Her labia caressed my mouth. She moaned into my sister’s cunt as I feasted on her.

“Oh, Master, eat her!” moaned Alexis, staring down at me, her hands rubbing at the soft curve of her belly. “Ooh, yes, yes, just feast on her!”

“He’s good!” she moaned. “Mmm, Master, our son has your talent at pussy licking.”

“Of course he does,” Dad said.

I smiled, a pleased rush sweeping through me. Dr. Blavatsky may have been mistaken about all of this, but it brought us all closer together. And that was great. My tongue lapped through mom’s folds, feasting on her. I was so glad I could do this. It was amazing to feast on her.

I brushed her clit, making her wiggle from side to side. Her flesh smeared against me. Then I sucked on her labia and nibbled. My tongue danced around her folds. The juices spilled over my chin and mouth. I breathed in her spicy musk with each lick and flutter.

I kneaded her rump as I feasted on her. She made such wanton sounds as she devoured my sister’s snatch. Alexis had such a big smile on her face. Her hands gripped our mother’s hair. Her hips wiggled from side to side, grinding on our mother’s face.

“Oh, yes, Mom!” Alexis moaned. “Ooh, that’s it, you’re loving my pussy. You’re such a good mother. A good mother loves her children as well as her master and husband.”

“Yes!” I moaned into my mother’s snatch.

“Mmm, I do,” Mom groaned, her hips wiggling, her rump clenching. “Love you both so much. I love our children, Master.”

“You’re a good mother,” he panted.

My fingers slid between my mother’s butt-cheeks and caressed down her crack. My tongue thrust into her cunt. I swirled around inside of her. My fingers caressed her asshole. I stroked her. Her snatch clenched around my probing tongue while my digits pressed against her asshole.

She moaned as my fingers pressed into her asshole. Her velvety bowels engulfed my two digits. That velvety grip reminded me of fucking my sister’s bowels. I groaned into her snatch as I fucked my fingers in and out of her rectum.

“Alex!” she moaned as I reamed her asshole with my fingers and fluttered my tongue up and down her snatch.

“Mmm, eat mom out, Master!” Alexis quivered, her hips shifting from side to side. She stroked the swell of her belly, gripping that soft curve as our mother devoured her cunt. “Oh, it’s inspiring mom to probe her tongue so deep into my snatch. She’s searching out every drop of your cum! I’m going to climax.”

“Good!” I moaned, thrusting my fingers deep into my mother’s bowels.

I sucked on mom’s clit, pressing my nose into the folds of her snatch. That spicy aroma filled my every inhalation. My cock throbbed. My balls grew tighter. My dirty cock ached to be buried inside my mother’s pregnant pussy.

I was going to buff my dick clean inside my mom. I was going to have such a wicked time. I would use her cunt. I would fuck her so hard, then Dad could fuck her. He was getting hard again. He didn’t have the halo’s nanites giving him more stamina.

Those little machines didn’t just affect my mind. They spread throughout my entire body.

“Oh, yes, Mom!” Alexis panted, her face twisting. “Mmm, work that tongue in and out of my snatch. Oh, that’s good. I’m going to cum so hard on you. I’m going to shower you in my juices, Mom!”

“Do it, honey!” Dad groaned. “Cum on your slut-mother’s face. She’s such a nasty whore.”

Dad was getting into the spirit, recovering from the shock of my revelation.

“Yes, yes, cum on your mother’s mouth!” moaned one of the twins.

“Cum on my mouth!” the other twin moaned. “Ooh, I love licking Daddy’s cum out of you.”

“Such an inspiring site to witness,” James groaned, his voice strained. He must be shocked, too, to learn the truth. “Feast on your sister.”

“We got some hot women in our families, James,” my dad said.

“Yeah, we do, Robert.”

I grinned in agreement. And I could fuck them all. I could fuck any woman I wanted. I wouldn’t breed them—I’d let their masters do that—but I could plow into their pregnant pussies. I could fuck their asses and mouths.

I sucked so hard on my mom’s clit. Her bowels squeezed about my probing fingers. Her hips wiggled, her juices flowing hotter and hotter. Alexis shuddered. Her eyes flicked and fluttered. Then she threw back her head.

“Mommy!”

Alexis’s orgasmic moans echoed down the hallway. Her body heaved, her plumper tits bouncing and jiggling as she came on our mother’s mouth. I shuddered, my dick throbbing as her incestuous passion filled the air.

Mom joined her.

Juices gushed out of my mother’s cunt. The spicy cream bathed my face. Her asshole writhed about my finger, massaging it. My dick ached and throbbed. I groaned, licking and lapping up her cream, gathering the juices on my tongue.

My fingers pumped in and out of her asshole as I licked her. My twin and mother both gasped and moaned. It was so hot. It made my dick so hard. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed my cock cleaned of Alexis’s ass.

“Mom!” I snarled, ripping my fingers out of her asshole. “I’m going to fuck your bred pussy so hard.”

“Do it, son,” groaned dad. “Your mother needs her whore-pussy stuffed.”

“Yes!” panted Mom. “Ooh, and your cock was in Alexis’s asshole. That’s so nasty! I love it!”

“Clean your dick in mom’s pussy!” groaned Alexis. She stumbled back, her tits heaving. Then she fell down on her hands and knees. She wiggled her rump at our mother. “Lick my ass, Mom while he fucks your cunt!”

I could feel my sister’s will surging out. We were on the same frequency. Dr. Blavatsky thought twins shared a soul, and maybe we did, but either way, our brainwaves were similar enough that the nanites could unite us. I felt a surge of her lust.

That’s right, make her eat your asshole, I sent to through our connected minds while bringing my cock to our mother’s pussy.

“Devour my asshole, Mom!” Alexis said, wiggling her tight rump.

“Gladly, honey!” Mom moaned.

She grabbed Alexis’s rump. Our mother’s face pressed between my twin sister’s butt-cheeks. I groaned, my dick throbbing as I felt the delight rippling out of my sister as our mother rimmed her asshole, swirling her tongue around it.

It inspired me to press my cock against my mother’s juicy snatch. I rubbed up and down her hot folds, teasing her. She shuddered, her hips wiggling from side to side. She was so eager for my cock to spear into her. Just dripping for it.

“Fuck me, Alex!” she moaned into Alexis’s snatch.

Fuck her, Master! Alexis screamed in my mind as she moaned, “Oh, Mom, rim my dirty asshole!”

I thrust my cock into my mother’s cunt. Her silky walls engulfed me in her wondrous heat. I shuddered, sliding into her depths. Her snatch slid over me. That amazing bliss engulfed me. My hands gripped her hips, squeezing her as my cock slid deeper and deeper into her juicy snatch.

Her tight grip buffed my cock as I drew back. Mom whimpered into my sister’s asshole while her bred pussy polished my shaft clean. Pleasure shot through me. It was such a wicked treat to fuck my mother with my dick dirty with my twin’s asshole.

I slammed into her again. And again.

She moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. She stirred her cunt around my cock. I grunted as I pumped away at her juicy hole. The hole I came from. I loved returning to my mother’s snatch and thrusting my dick in and out of her.

“That’s it, son,” Dad groaned. “Just fuck your mother! Give her what she need! Dump her cunt full of cum.”

“Mmm, yes, yes!” Alexis moaned. “Do it, Master! I want to lick her clean! And Mom, please… yes, yes, you must have read my mind. Finger my twat!”

Mom moaned, her tongue wiggling into my sister’s asshole. I knew she did that through our connection. Her fingers now also penetrated my sister’s bred pussy. Alexis shuddered on her knees, wiggling her hips, moaning in delight.

It spurred me to fuck my mother’s pussy faster and harder. I pounded her cunt with my dirty cock. Her silky grip polished me clean with every stroke. My balls thwacked into her clit. I brimmed with cum. I ached to shower her cunt in my jizz. I would hose her snatch down and pump so much into her.

I would leave her dripping my spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, thrusting into her. Alexis, she’s cleaning my cock!

Good! she thought back. She threw a look over her shoulder. “Make my Master cum with your slutty cunt, Mom!”

“Mmm, yes!” Mom moaned.

My sister gasped, her orgasm building in her. It fed my own bliss. My cock throbbed in my mother’s silky grip, the pleasure shooting down my shaft. It warmed my balls, my cum approaching a boil.

I hammered my mom’s pussy with hard, fast strokes. I buried into her again and again. Everyone was watching me except, maybe, the twins. They were busy feasting on each other, licking each other’s cunts.

“Damn, Robert,” James groaned to my dad, “your son is really pounding your wife.”

“Wait until you see him pound your daughters,” Dad said.

“You think he will?” James asked.

“You’ve bred them, so my brother can fuck them!” Alexis moaned, sensing my thoughts. Her will rippled out of her, little prickles dancing across her thoughts.

“Of course,” James said. “He can’t knock them up. They’ll still have my children.”

“Wish I had a daughter to breed,” groaned Dad.

“Maybe you do!” I panted, thrusting into mother’s depths. “Maybe in eighteen years, you’ll have a new daughter to breed.”

“Maybe you, too, Master!” moaned my twin. She whimpered, her own orgasm swelling. “Oh, Mom, fuck that tongue in and out of my asshole. You’re going to make me cum!”

“Yes!” I groaned, pounding my mom so hard and fast.

I couldn’t wait to spread our message to the surrounding town. I would make every woman into a submissive sex slave for her husband, her father, her brother, or her boyfriend. They would all have a man to serve them and breed them. And once they were bred, their pussies were fair game for any man to enjoy if their Masters allowed it.

My cock throbbed. My orgasm, feeding off the building pleasure in my mother’s cunt, swelled. I was almost there. I plowed my cock into my mother’s cunt. I had to be clean by now, her tight snatch buffing my dick to a shiny polish.

“I’m going to pump so much cum into you, Mom!” I growled. And you’re going to lick out every drop, Alexis!

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled my sister, her body trembling. “Cum in mom and… Oh, Mom, yes, rub my clit and… and…”

I felt my sister’s orgasm burst inside of her. She gasped and moaned, her body trembling as the pleasure rushed through her. Her passion echoed through the hallway. Her pussy’s convulsions sent waves of bliss that spilled through our bond into me.

“Fuck!” I groaned, plowing Mom’s cunt hard. “Oh, fuck, you’re cumming so hard!”

“I am!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, Mom! Eat my asshole!”

“Cum in your mom, son!” groaned Dad.

“Yeah,” James echoed.

The pleasure melting my sister’s brain mixed with the bliss of my mother’s pussy wrapped tight about my thrusting cock. I buried into her cunt and erupted. My cum fired into my mother’s snatch. Blast after blast of my jizz spilled into her.

Mom came.

She squealed into my sister’s asshole. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, milking my dick. My mom wanted every drop of my cum spurting into her. I could feel that need in her. Pleasure slammed through my mind. It left me dizzy.

I groaned, my eyes so wide as I enjoyed this ecstasy. It surged over me. Through me. Her cunt convulsed around my cock. She milked out every drop of my cum from my balls. I whimpered, my eyes fluttered as my jizz spurted again and again from me.

“Fuck!” I snarled. “Oh, damn, fuck, that’s good!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” my twin sister panted. “Ooh, you flooded so much cum into our mother. I felt every pulse. It was so hot.”

“Now you can lick me clean!” whimpered mom.

“Uh-huh,” I panted as my orgasm faded through me. My body buzzed from the bliss. “Come lick her clean, Alexis.”

“Yes, Master.”

I pulled my cock out of our mother’s cunt. The creamy spunk dribbled out of her, coating her swollen labia. She gaped open from my cock. Her pussy wasn’t as tight a slit as Alexis’s. Mom had thicker labia, a more mature look.

Alexis stretched as she turned around. My eyes fell on her body, sweeping down her plump breasts, which definitely appeared a cup size or more larger now, and the sweeping curve of her belly. She had a nice baby bump and…

Baby bump?

“Alexis!” I gasped, shock shooting through me. “Why is your pregnancy showing already!”

“What?” she gasped. “My pregnancy isn’t…” Her words trailed off and I felt the spike of fear knife through her soul.

She grasped her swollen belly. She looked four or five months pregnant now. When I freed her from the supply closet, she wasn’t showing at all. My sister gripped her belly while Mom bolted up and my dad rushed towards us.

“What’s going on, Alex?” Alexis asked, staring at me in shock. “What did the nanites do to our child?”

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Sirvard Vahan – Cancer

The door opened. My fully cuckolded and dominated husband shuffled inside. The abusive asshole, who used our religion to keep me cowed with his ‘discipline,’ stared down at the ground, his beardless cheeks making him look even more pathetic.

A Muslim man grew a beard. A boy shaved his cheeks.

For twenty years, I’d been married to him. It was arranged by my parents back when we lived in Syria before we immigrated to the United States. For many years, I tricked myself into thinking I was happy. Now thanks to the halo, I could finally indulge my desires instead of trampling them.

He clutched the brown bag tight in his pale hands. He swallowed, unable to look at my naked form, our son’s cum dripping out of my pussy. My son was nearly as bad as his father. He would have grown into an abusive asshole if I hadn’t gained my powers.

Now I was in charge. The way women should be. Men shouldn’t be allowed to control us just because they were stronger than us. I would show my young, virginal daughter that. Already, she was learning to control my son.

“Yes, yes, just like that, Edvard,” Anahit moaned. My eighteen-year-old daughter ground her shaved pussy on her older brother’s mouth. Edvard ate her out with gusto, his hands held behind his back. He just used his tongue. “You’re going to make me cum so hard. I’m going to shower you with my juices.”

“Mmm, yes, do it,” I moaned, so proud of my daughter. She used to be so quiet, so afraid of her father and brother, tyrannized by them. She covered her body in her bulky dresses, hiding her luxurious, black hair beneath her hijab.

Just like I used to.

“Here it is, Sirvard,” my husband said, handing me the bag.

“Thank you, dog,” I said. I liked calling him that. Dog. It was a better name than Garegin. “And did you tell the clerk why you were buying a strap-on?”

“I told him it was so my wife could fuck my daughter and take her virginity,” Dog said, his voice an emasculated whimper. “The way I always wanted to take my daughter’s virginity.”

“That’s right, it’s my treat, not yours,” I said, smiling. I couldn’t see the bruises from my last beating any longer, the Halo having healed them, but I remembered each and every one. “How did that make you feel?”

“Pathetic, Sirvard,” he whimpered.

“No, no, you’re not worthy to use my name,” I said. “Mistress. That’s how you shall address me from now on, Dog.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Edvard!” my daughter howled. “Oh, yes, yes, right there. Suck on my clit! Ooh, you’re a naughty boy! Going to make me cum! Yes!”

I smiled as my daughter shuddered on her brother, grinding her virgin pussy on his mouth. My husband lusted for my daughter. I knew for months that he was working himself up to molesting her. To taking her virginity, that ultimate prize from her.

My prize.

I was going to show all the women of my mosque, of my town, that they didn’t have to serve their husbands. That their sons could lick their pussies, and that they could open their daughters up with dildos, making sure that their first times were full of pleasure. Women would choose the perfect, docile men to be their daughter’s cock-slaves.

Hard shafts to fuck their pussies and give them new children.

My son was such a stud. He would please me and my daughter until I found her a nice cock to be her slave. It would be wonderful. The world would be so much better with my vision imposed on it. I couldn’t wait to spread the message.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, I had a daughter to deflower.

“Put it on me, Dog,” I commanded, staring at my two children. My daughter Anahit’s dark eyes so wide as her pleasure shuddered through her nubile body. “Strap-on the dildo so I can take our daughter’s virginity.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

To be continued…