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  • My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3

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    I walk in on my girlfriend being eaten out by the girl that I seduced me into cheating on her.

    My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3

    Intro: Literotica.com author en_extase crafted three fabulous characters in his 2 part story, but left the second part at a cliffhanger. This is how I imagine it to have continued.

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    That was weird. Jennifer, my girlfriend, said to stop by her place just before noon, and sure I was a little early, and she’d said to just come in since she would leave the door unlocked, but here it was open just a little bit.

    I pushed it open all the way and looked in. There was a purse and some clothes on the floor of her living room. I entered cautiously and closed the door behind me while asking in a loud voice, “Anybody home?”

    The clothes seemed to be a pair of tank tops, sweatpants and skimpy gym shorts. One of them was my girlfriend’s night shirts, while the other looked like a sports bra that I didn’t recognize, but matched the gym shorts. Then I heard a moan from the bedroom. I hope she’s not sick.

    As I stepped into the doorway I was stopped dead in my tracks. I saw the most astonishing sight of my life. Jennifer was sitting against her headboard of her bed with, sweating and moaning in obvious pleasure as the lithe seductress, Monica, who had once seduced me, was sweaty and naked herself, with her juicy pussy and perfect ass facing me while she was eating out my girlfriend’s pussy.

    Jennifer spotted me and panted out between heaving breathes, “I’m s-sorry baby, I- ah- ah! I couldn’t- couldn’t… Oh god… She’s gonna… ohhh- I’m gonna…”, then her entire body shook, her eyes screwed shut, and she groaned as a massive orgasm ripped through her.

    Monica eased up a bit, but kept licking Jennifer’s pussy while making loud, sensual moans and wagging her ass gently before me. God! She was always asking if I wanted to fuck her and here she is!

    Monica gradually pulled herself away from me and propped herself back up onto her knees. She kneeled on the bed with her back straight up, perfect posture, breasts pushing out towards my boyfriend. She coyly raised one arm over her chest in a display of mock modesty. Her eyes went wide as the three of us exchanged wordless stares. Then, a sexy pout, she said, “I didn’t know you were expecting company…”

    I had no idea how to react; I was completely stunned. I was astonished that Monica seemed completely un-phased.

    “So…” she smiled curiously, fixing her gaze at Jennifer, “Are you going to kick your boyfriend out?” She pressed her naked flesh against my girlfriend’s before placing her hands on Jen’s shoulders, gently pushing her down flat on the bed as she moved up her body. “Or will you let him stay and watch you make me come?”

    Monica didn’t wait for an answer. She slowly and seductively scaled Jennifer’s naked form like an agile mountain climber and moved her knees past my girlfriend’s shoulders. Once there she grabbed the headboard Jennifer had been leaning against and nearly did a split as she planted her gleaming cunt onto Jennifer’s face.

    Jennifer had, like me I think, been in a state of shock, but once that pussy had been placed before her hands went to Monica’s ass and I could hear her going to work on this seductress. Monica, ever the showoff, groaned and moaned maybe a little too loudly on purpose. “Girlfriend, you- ohhh- really know- ah- how to show- mmm- a girl a good- uhhh- good time!”

    This was better than the best porn I’d ever seen. I already felt as if I was ready to explode, and here I was, still in my clothes and untouched. As Monica writhed on Jennifer’s face moaning, she looked over her shoulder at me, and then here eyes darted down to Jen’s body and back at me before cocking her head to approach.

    I didn’t need any more than that. I almost dived into my girlfriend’s wet post-orgasmic pussy as if I’d never seen it before. She stiffened up and started to squeeze my head with her thighs, but as I went to work on her, she relaxed and allowed me to work my tongue over her swollen clit and puffed up pussy lips.

    After no more than a minute I felt her tense up and shudder another orgasm as she screamed into Monica’s pussy. The girl cum literally flowed now from her as I lapped it up eagerly. After that I looked up to see how Monica was doing and she just mouthed to me silently, “Fuck her!”

    Jen was trying to get back to eating Monica again, but as I stripped I got the feeling Monica was groaning more from me revealing my body again to her unwavering gaze. She gasped and pinched one of her pert nipples as I unfastened my pants. And when my boxers were pulled off, revealing my swollen manhood she let out a long, “Ohhhh yeaaaa!”

    I was like a kid in a candy store and so eager I was worried I’d but a nut right then and there, but Monica didn’t stop looking at me for one moment as I got back on the bed. “Fuck her!,” she mouthed again.

    Who was I to turn down one woman offering another to me? Even if it was my girlfriend’s rival telling me to do my own girlfriend. I knelt between those smooth thighs and positioned myself at her wet pussy and slid clean in.

    I could hear the groan from Jen through Monica’s pussy, causing Monica to groan and smile as well. My face was just inches away from Monica’s shoulders and I hefted Jen’s legs to get a good position with my knees under hers. Then I pounded her. We didn’t make love, this was hot and lusty sex three-way. I was in heaven. Her vagina weakly clamped onto me as I drove into her womb with short hard thrusts.

    Then I looked up and saw Monica was still looking over her shoulder, biting her lip in a sexy way as Jen licked her as best she could while I was fucking Jen. I reached one hand around Monica and roughly squeezed one of her nipples, and that’s all it took for her. She clenched her eyes shut, groaned loud through her bit lip, and shook as she came over my girlfriend’s face.

    That was just so sexy I too grunted hard as I began emptying my load of cum deep into Jennifer’s womb. I wasn’t sure, but I think that made her come again also. She was muffled by Monica’s pussy, but as jet after jet of my hot semen filled her, it felt like her body was sucking it right out of my, greedily drinking as much as it could.

    We were all breathing hard, and Monica moaned, “Help me,” as she tried to move. I withdrew from my girlfriend’s creamed sex sheath and lifted Monica so she could sit beside Jennifer on one side and me on the other. Jennifer just lay there, exhausted at having had three orgasms. Her hair was a sexy matted mess, and I smiled down to her.

    Wheezing, she muttered, “You’re not mad?”

    I couldn’t believe she thought that, “Why would I be mad? That was amazing.”

    Then she gasped and I noticed Monica wasn’t done with her yet. She had one hand between Jen’s legs, gently probing her pussy with a few fingers before bringing them up, coated white with my jism, then looked at me in the eye as she lasciviously pushed them into her mouth like a cock, leaving some jism around her lips, then moaned as she sucked off her fingers.

    Good she knew how to push my buttons as I felt a little more cum jump from my shriveling cock. Jen moaned also, and I laughed to myself, looks like she can press BOTH our buttons.

    After she had cleaned off her fingers she looked Jen in the eye and almost oozed her sex appeal still saying, “That is SO good. I want more.” Then, she stood and walked to the foot of the bed. I didn’t think this would go good. I was about to protest saying I was already spent and soft, but she ignored me and got in the same position she had been in when I had entered the room. Right in front of me she went down on Jen’s pussy again. Jennifer moaned lazily again and I watched as Monica took long slow laps of her pussy, causing my jism to push out messily onto her probing tongue before she lapped it up like a cat drinking milk. Over and over, much of my sperm now was coating her doll-like face as she began to dig in on Jen’s cunt again.

    I decided to help out and massaged and tweaked Jen’s tits and nipples while her Sapphic lover stole my sperm from her depths. Jen was lost in pleasure, and I was getting aroused again when Monica stopped spoke again in her bedroom voice, “Girlfriend, your man is SO tasty. Do you want a taste?”

    She looked down her body and groaned, “Oh yes…”

    Having been given a few minutes to recover and some of the sexist scenes in front of me was getting slowly getting me hard again, I stood and was about to present my cock to her face, but Monica beat me to it, crawling up to Jen and proceeding to make out with her, covering both their faces with my cum. They were licking and sucking and kissing, all while sharing all of the cum that Monica was able to sucked out of Jen’s pussy.

    God that is hot! I couldn’t help but rise to the occasion again and began rubbing my slick rehardening cock. The girls’ large breasts sexily mashed together, arms twisting and embracing each other, two pussies wet and gleaming between long sexy legs grinding obscenely against each other, Jen’s still oozing and covered with semen.

    I was getting nice and turned on when Monica broke away from kissing and looked at me. “Oooo… looks like your boyfriend likes the show,” she said lustily. “Don’t you think it’s time he fucked me.”

    Oh crap! I thought this was going to end this dream and set Jen off yelling. Jen was still kissing Monica’s ear, but as she backed up onto her knees and began to kiss and suck on Jen’s breasts that she saw me stroking my schlong watching them. I thought she would say something, but then she jumped with a moan as Monica began fingering her well used pussy again while sucking on her tits.

    Monica focused on Jennifer’s body for a few more moments before speaking again, “Well? Don’t you?”

    “What?” Jennifer half moaned.

    “Don’t you want to see your boyfriend fuck me?”, then sucked on her tit some more.

    I thought that would be it, but to my surprise Jennifer moaned quietly, “Yes…”

    “What?” asked Monica, sounding innocent somehow despite the situation.

    “Yes,” Jen said louder with a little bit more firmness.

    “Yes, what?” said Monica again. She was slowly pausing and restarting her ministrations on my girlfriend’s pussy and tits, waiting and rewarding compliance.

    “I want to watch you fuck him,” she said softly again, and groaned in pleasure as Monica touched her girly parts just right again.

    I started to move, but Monica spoke again, stopping me in my tracks. “Tell him that.” Then she really went to work on Jen, sending her into a cascade of moans and ecstasy. A moment passed and Monica must have started to let up and let Jen catch her breath.

    Jen gasped for air and looked me in the eye, partly in lust and a bit rage, then said, “Fuck her. I know you want to fuck her. Do it.” I literally couldn’t believe she had just said that. Sure she’d accused me of wanting to fuck Monica before, and had seemed to really get off on that, but now to actually tell me to do it was unbelievable. I was still standing there stunned like a statue.

    Monica pulled back from my girlfriend and taunted her further, “That useless boyfriend of yours doesn’t seem to be listening.” Then she again began devouring Jenifer’s pussy.

    After a few more moans Jen propped up on her elbows and glared at me while half yelling, half gasping in pleasure, “I know you want- uhhh- to fuck this bitch! Ahhh! So move your- ohaa- fucking ass!”

    I left into action and moved up to the end of the bed behind Monica’s ass. Sure I’d fucked her once before, but that was her seducing me. I’d never expected to be in any situation even close to this before. Monica’s teasing, verbally and physically, seemed to have broke Jennifer’s verbal dam as she just started gutter-streaming dirty commands at me. “Shove your- uhhh- giant fucking- ahhh- cock up this- uhhhh- slutty whore’s cunt!”

    I lined up on this sexy ass and rubbed my cock up Monica’s slick pussy and easily sank into her to my balls. I still was a bit sensitive and not fully hard, so I slowly worked up with a slow rhythm to Jen’s dirty talk, “You like that bitch’s pussy don’t you, you cheating mother fucker?”

    I couldn’t deny it, and somehow her commentary made it all the hotter and I was now nice and hard and has this minx wrapped around me to the hilt. I grabbed firmly onto Monica’s smooth and firm little hips and began thrusting energetically into her velvety womanhood once more. “Ohhh yea!,” Monica groaned out, pausing in her cunalingus.

    “Fuck her that whore! Fuck her harder you fucking bastard!” Jen almost shouted out. God it felt so good. I started to get fuzzy eyed and light headed. I still heard Jen loudly moaning out her dirty trash-talk, berating and yet urging me on as I banged away, lost in lust.

    I missed it happening, but suddenly Jennifer was beside me, pressing her breasts into my arm and side while continuing her diatribe of foul-mouthed dirty talk. I was getting close and groaned. Jen knew that sound, “You gonna cum?” Then she spanked my ass hard. It stunned me for a second, but I was so close it only delayed it for a few seconds.

    “You gonna make a little bastard in this whore’s belly?” My brain started short circuiting. I wanted to keep fucking and blast Monica full of my cum, but Jen’s words caught me by surprise. Monica seduced me, she had to be on the pill… right? Oh, God, I was so close as I pounded into her snatch harder than ever before.

    Then Jen grabbed Monica by her hair, hard, and jerked her sweaty panting face up. “You filthy slut! I bet you want to get knocked up with his bastard baby!” Monica just moaned as she kept fucking back onto me. Her lack of response got Jen mad, “Well do you?”

    “YES WHAT?” Jen yelled and shook her head by the firm grip she had on her hair.

    “I WANT TO HAVE HIS BABY!” Monica’s fluttering tight cunt seized up and literally pulled me into an orgasm with her. We clenched together and surged together. I don’t think more than a drop of my cum went anywhere but straight through her cervix and into her womb. The feeling was so intense I got dizzy and almost blacked out.

    Monica collapsed and I landed on top of her on her bed. Jen must have left to take a shower since I could hear the water in Monica’s bathroom. I looked down and saw my shriveled member, happy, but a little sore from use leaving a little cum trail from my mistress’s crotch which was only leaking a little cum from the large amount I must have deposited in her. She was looking back at me over her shoulder.

    I had to ask so whispered, “You are on the pill, aren’t you?”

    “Yes,” she whispered back, “Just don’t tell your girlfriend.”

    “I won’t,” I promised.


  • mummy whore part 1

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    daughter dommes her mother

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    Mummy Whore

    Chapter one

    My life was to change dramatically when I agreed to house sit for my
    mother whilst she took a weeks holiday. My name is Julie and I am 19 and
    could be considered to be attractive, I have shoulder length brown hair
    with a straight fringe. I am slim with average sized breasts and love to
    dress to make the best of my body. My mother on the other hand is Margaret
    though she prefers to be called Maggie.

    Looking back now I suppose that she could be described as a milf a new
    word I have discovered along my journey, or should I say our journey. She
    too has brown shoulder length hair and is a little plumper and shorter than
    myself but at the start of this story she is divorced from my father 46 and
    dresses rather dull and conservatively.

    I turned up at her house letting myself in, I put my bag in her bedroom
    and went to make a cup of tea. While the kettle was boiling I took a look
    in the fridge and freezer which I found were empty. “Great” I thought no
    food in the place. My temper was not helped when I had made my tea and sat
    at the breakfast bar where I found a note asking me to do her ironing. When
    I had finished my tea I went into the laundry room and saw a pile of
    ironing that had to be at least three feet high.

    I went ballistic how dare she make me do her ironing, and not even leave me
    any food when I was there house sitting for her as a favour. However I did
    do the ironing resenting every moment of it. I was then hungry and so
    braved her local supermarket which was teaming with people. I hate food
    shopping at the best of time, but this shop had to be staffed by the
    slowest staff anywhere. And my mood was again not helped by finding a dent
    in the door of my car. A dent I wouldn’t have got if the stupid
    bitch I called my mother had left me with something to eat.

    By the time I got back to her place I was a powder keg of anger. I ate an
    uninspiring microwave meal and poured myself a large vodka. I thought I
    would check my facebook page so sat at her computer. After I had checked
    and chatted with a few friends, I became bored and not noticing how much
    vodka I had drunk whilst chatting I decided to have a look at what mother
    had on her computer. I admit I was drunk and still angry or I would never
    had been so nosey.

    Much of it was normal stuff people kept on their pc, family pics etc. But
    hidden inside a folder was another folder labelled “my stuff” when I
    clicked on this I opened a Pandoras box of my mothers inner most thoughts
    and desires.

    Never would I have thought she would be so kinky behind that conservative
    facade. Nor would I have believed that I could be so engrossed and turned
    on by the thought of my mother reading and looking at what she had in this
    folder.

    Every perversity I could think of along with a few more I had never knew,
    existed here. But they all had a theme of lesbianism. “Hmmm I wonder if mom
    is a dyke then” I thought in my uneducated way. It had struck me that mom
    had not dated since her divorce so was this the reason why? I couldn’t
    really see my mother as a lesbian and had never seen her close with anyone
    recently, she just seemed to potter on working part time in a local shop
    and staying at home.

    Most of the files were stories she had saved plus some videos. I didn’t
    look at them to closely at that time knowing that I had plenty of time to
    study those at my leisure. However I decided that if I was to find out if
    my mother was a practising lesbian I would need to hack into her emails.

    I quickly found her email address on one of the stories I had found, as
    someone had emailed it to her. I found the login page and would only have
    to find the password now. I looked around the computer for any pieces of
    paper, but found none. In an inspired guess I tried my name with no luck
    but when I entered my name with my year of birth I was ecstatic. There were
    loads of emails which all appeared to be from women. I soon found from
    reading through them that she was sharing fantasies with these ladies. One
    of the most recent ones caught my eye when I looked through her sent mails.

    ” Dear Mary. Thank you for your message and our last chat which I found
    most exciting and erotic. Your so lucky to have found a woman to hold and
    to love and I lie in bed wishing that I had the nerve to take a chance and
    go out and find that special woman. For now everything I want from life is
    but a dream. And you must get tired of me saying how much I want to try
    sapphic love but make no in roads to fulfilling what I feel is my destiny
    in life. I beat myself up every time I see a beautful lady in the street or
    my neighbour who I think maybe a lesbian, or my own daughter. The things I
    desire so much but cant’t bring myself to try and get closer to in an
    intimate way. I sometimes think I am going mad, some of the fantasies I
    have get so extreme, I have no one to talk to about this apart from your
    good self and a few others here in cyber space. I really value that believe
    me, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if it wasn’t for you I
    think I may have gone mad or killed myself by now. I know that sounds
    dramatic but my needs not being met has made me feel so down and
    depressed. It is only when I read your kind words that I do not lose hope
    that I will find that special one. All my love as always Maggie xxxx”

    I must admit I cried when I read that the first time, to know mom was that
    unhappy and lonely. It was only on the second reading that I picked up that
    she desired both her neighbour an older woman who I always called Miss
    Jones, and myself. I was shocked turned on and disgusted within a few
    minutes. Miss Jones I could just about understand, though she was nearly 60
    years old she was in great shape and dressed very classy, but always in
    things that made the best of her body. Yes she had a few lines on her
    perfectly made up face, but yes she was a nice looking lady. But for my
    mother to desire me too, that was just to much to take in.

    I decided to go to bed, so I printed off one of moms stories by random
    stapled it together and along with the last of my bottle of vodka went up
    to moms room. Pulling back the duvet I found the bed had not been remade
    with clean bedding as moms nightie was lying there. To tired to find my
    nightie I just stripped off and lay on the bed. I poured a last vodka and
    began to read the story.

    As it happened it was a lesbian story of an older woman dominating a woman
    of my mothers age. Was this where Miss Jones had come into my moms mind? I
    wondered. The older woman had found the lady in a compromising position of
    bondage and had taken photographs and blackmailed her into becoming her
    slave. All sorts of punishment and humiliation followed in the story and I
    found myself rubbing my pussy at at times sniffing moms scent from her
    nightie. Once I had finished the story and drank my vodka and brushed my
    teeth I found it getting colder in the bedroom. I slipped moms long satin
    nightie over my head and settled for sleep.

    I found I couldn’t sleep I was tossing and turning all night, the
    thought that mother desired me in a sexual way was so exciting, as were
    some of the other things that I had found on her computer. I could smell
    mom on the bedding and the nightie and dreamed that I was making love with
    my mother and found that I was rubbing my pussy through the nightie. I was
    gripped by a sudden realisation that I was rubbing my pussy thinking of my
    mother with the same piece of fabric that my mother rubbed her pussy
    thinking of me. I came hard sweating and immediately felt ashamed of
    myself. I showered which helped me feel more sober and returned to bed
    sleeping with more erotic thoughts going through my head.

    I woke the next morning feeling horny, my vodka hangover adding to the
    sexy dreams I had had during the night. As a naughty idea came into my
    head, I looked in mothers laundry basket and put on a set of her dirty
    underwear and one of her tshirts as well as one of my short skirts.

    You must understand as you read this that I was not adverse to a bit of
    girl on girl fun, I had played around a little at sixth form college with
    both students and even one of the lecturers. I was positive at that point
    that mom knew nothing of my sapphic adventures, so why had she begun to
    think of me in a sexual way?

    I fixed myself some breakfast and put on a pot of coffee as I felt that I
    would be sat infront of moms computer for some time. I began by looking at
    some of the videos she had been watching but found no common thread it
    appeared from them that she was interested in most forms of lesbian sex.

    The stories she had been reading though did suggest that along with incest
    of which there was a high percentage, she also liked to read stories with a
    theme of domination or humiliation. There were other stories there too
    which were quite extreme, but I will come back to those later. So if my
    deductions were correct my mother was a lesbian submissive slave wannabe.

    I discovered how wet the stories were making me when I got up to get
    another coffee. As I walked back I saw Miss Jones, my mothers neighbour
    come out of her house to head for the shops. She looked elegant as ever,
    her feet in three inch black heels and wearing a tight pencil skirt. In her
    leather gloved hand she held a long cigarette which she brought up to her
    perfectly bright red lipsticked mouth. She saw me through the window and
    gave me a wave which I returned. “Mmmmm” I thought “I can see what
    mom sees in her”.

    I sat back down at the computer giving Miss Jones no more thought for the
    time being. I decided to look more closely at moms emails Printing out all
    her incoming mails as well as the ones she sent. It took a while but soon I
    had them all in order of time and date. I soon discovered that these women
    mom was chatting to, she had met in various lesbian chat rooms.

    The early mails were much the same just basic hello how are you I am such
    and such. After a while there was left a core of three women mom talked to
    the most. I sorted these out and concentrated on them. The first lady I
    chose was referred to all the way through as Mistress S, this was obviously
    the one mom was sharing her submissive side with.

    Mom discussed how she had always had a repressed submissive side and had
    always fantasized about giving up all control to another, but throughout
    her marriage had never had the chance. But now she was free and getting
    older she felt the need to explore these feelings for real. They discussed
    various punishments, and scenarios for roleplays, the dreams mom had and
    how she could find her own mistress. Some of humiliating things mom wanted
    to explore were pretty way out, and in my mind at that time pretty gross.

    The next lady whose emails to mom I began to read was also a mother. With
    this woman mother was sharing incest fantasies. This really made me feel
    uncomfortable. Reading how my mother was looking at me as a sexual fantasy
    was quite unnerving. Of course at the time I had never thought of mom in
    that way. The idea was so alien. They discussed how they desired their
    daughters and how they could make things happen, though of all the ideas I
    couldn’t remember mom trying them out on me.

    The last lady that I began to read was obviously the one mom talked to the
    most by the ammount of pages of emails I had in my hand. They also talked
    of dominance and submission as well as incest. They appeared to be on the
    same wave length but where as it appeared mom had not yet had any
    experience this other lady had plenty.

    This other lady who called herself “Mary” was active as she called it with
    her daughter and she also had a mistress. Mary looked like she was really
    encouraging mom to live out her fantasies. One set of words jumped out at
    me when I read “thank you for the pics you sent me of your daughter, I can
    see why you want to get close to your Julie”. Mom had obviously sent this
    woman pictures of me but what bloody pics? I logged back into moms computer
    and searched for that email.

    The photos mother had taken of me looked like they had been taken with her
    mobile phone. I can remember the night they were taken as we had gone out
    for a meal and a drink at an up market wine bar. That night I had been
    wearing a nice leather dress, a dress as I remembered now, mother had
    treated me to on one of our many shopping trips. I shuddered now to think
    that mother had bought me this dress and other things with an ulterior
    motive. And the thought that she knew about the contents of my panty drawer
    and probably lay in bed dreaming of me in them.

    I stood up away from the computer disturbed by the revelations I had been
    reading. As I poured out some more coffee I heard a sound from the
    computer. I stood infront of it for a second before I realised that as I
    had been reading that email, the messenger system was open, and mother had
    an instant message from Mary, the woman she had sent the pictures of me
    to. I was frozen what should I do as if an unknown hand was pushing me
    forward, I sat down and clicked on the message.

    Mary “Hello Maggie hows things thought you were going away?”
    I stood mesmerized, but again as if my actions were not my own, my hands
    moved to the keyboard.
    Maggie “Hello Mary how are you?”
    Mary “I am fine how are you?”
    Maggie “Good thanks”
    I knew nothing of talking to this woman and was at a loss to what I should
    be saying.
    Maggie “What are you up to?”
    Mary “Not a lot hun, just reading a few stories and seeing who is online”
    Maggie”Great same here”
    Mary “I take it you have not seduced that gorgeous daughter of yours yet?”
    Maggie “Can I tell you a secret Mary”
    Mary “Of course, please do tell”
    Maggie “Iam not Maggie this is her daughter Julie, mom is still on her hols, and I have found her dirty secrets”

    I filled Mary in on what had happened for me to find the files and moms
    emails, she asked me how I felt about it and what I was going to do next. I
    told her I just didn’t know at that point. Mary began to tell me about
    herself and her daughter it began to sound so erotic, and Mary made it
    sound so loving, sexy,illicit and and taboo. She invited me to switch on
    the webcam as we talked and I was soon looking at an attractive lady in her
    mid 40`s.

    Seeing Mary on cam reassured me that although what we were talking about
    could be seen as perverted, the people taking part were just normal
    everyday people. It made me feel that if I decided to go down this route
    that I wouldn’t suddenly grow horns. We chatted for quite a while and I
    told her about my experiences with other women and she told me some of her
    exploits with her daughter and others.

    I began to get horny touching myself as I typed, Mary did the same. My
    pussy started to get wet as Mary took off her top, exposing her breasts to
    me. I was getting so horny and needed some relief. I kicked myself for not
    bringing my bag of toys with me not thinking I started to rub my breasts
    through my tshirt as I talked to Mary. I had forgotten to close the
    curtains and looked up to see Miss Jones waving to me on her way back from
    the shops and on her lips I could see a smile. I managed to wave back
    feeling so embarrased that I had been caught.

    Mary asked me what was happening and I explained about Miss Jones walking
    past. She asked if it was the neighbour that mother was interested in and I
    replied that it was, she then asked me if I found Miss Jones attractive. I
    told her that in a strange way I did that Miss Jones is always well dressed
    and was quite elegant. As we talked about the woman who was just through
    the wall from me my arousal increased as I thought of Miss Jones in a
    sexual way. For the first time I was picturing what Miss Jones would look
    like naked and then I could see Myself making love with this older woman.

    I excused myself from my chat with Mary and decided to go an visit Miss
    Jones, my heart was pounding. The smile she gave me as she caught me
    mauling my breasts gave me the encouragment to at least see where a visit
    to this elegant sexy older neighbour would lead. The idea was still in my
    head as I showered and dried my hair. And the heart pounding excitement was
    so thrilling as I looked through my clothes hoping to find something to
    wear that would be classy but sexy. I had not brought much with me and had
    to grab a few things from my mothers wardrobe and drawers.

    Eventually I felt ready and sexy enough. I had found a black cord skirt
    which was above my knee and showed my ass off well. I had also put on a
    white blouse sheer enough to show my lacy black bra underneath as well
    stockings suspender belt from mothers drawer and a pair of her black high
    heels which I found quite sexy in style.

    Still horny I stood by the door for a few moments gathering my courage
    before I opened it and walked the short distance to Miss Jones home. I
    knocked on her door and nearly lost my courage and ran back to mothers. But
    before I could Miss Jones opened the door. Her perfect lipsticked mouth
    opened into a welcoming smile and I was beckoned in.

    I was taken into her lounge and shown a seat Miss Jones said she would get
    some tea and I looked at her lovely bottom in her satin pencil skirt as she
    walked away from me. I stood and pulled my skirt up a little at the back,
    my plan was to let my skirt ride up as we talked. Miss Jones soon returned
    and poured the tea into a fine bone china cups. She sat in a chair to the
    side of me giving me a fine view of her legs in what were fine expensive
    stockings.

    Miss Jones took out one of her long cigarettes offering me one I accepted
    and smoked as I watched her take a drag of her own,she looked so sexy
    smoking in a seductive manner, and it focused me on her thin red lips. Miss
    Jones said it was nice of me to visit her and she had hoped that I would
    drop in to see her as she hadn’t seen me for such a long time. I told her
    that I had meant to visit before and when I saw her this morning that I had
    decided to come. I slipped myself forward in my chair feeling my skirt ride
    up, as I did Miss Jones crossed her legs. I heard the whisper of her
    stockings as they rubbed against each other. Miss Jones had a pair of
    heeled backless shiny patent slippers on her feet and she dangled one off
    her painted toes.

    “Yes Julie I hoped you would come to visit when I saw you through your
    mothers window this morning on my way home”

    The stakes were suddenly higher we both knew that Miss Jones had seen me
    playing with my breasts. There was a new tension in the room. My mind was
    whirling trying to think how to take things further. It was obvious that a
    compliment was in order to let her know I liked the look of her. Miss Jones
    lit another cigarette and again I was transfixed by how sexily she smoked.

    “Yes well when I saw you looking so nice and elegant this morning I just
    knew I had to see you too Miss Jones”

    “Oh please do call me Eleanor, Miss Jones sounds so formal and I hope now
    your a bit older I hope that we shall become very close friends”

    Eleanor got up and offered to make a fresh pot of tea. After her last
    words and the way she said them told me that there was a sexual chemistry
    in the air. Now all I had to do was act on It.

    Eleanor returned to the lounge and poured me a cup of tea, as she leant
    across me to put my tea on the table at my side her head was close my
    mine. I noticed she had redone her lipstick whilst in the kitchen. Her eyes
    gazed into mine and I looked back deep into her eyes. Knowing it was now or
    never I leant forward bringing my lips to meet Eleanors. Eleanor kissed me
    back and I put my hand on her shoulder to hold her close to me.

    Eleanor broke this kiss and stood back, straightening herself, she looked
    down at me and smiled. She took my hand and pulled me up to stand infront
    of her. Again we kissed, her lips felt so soft and her lipstick tasted so
    nice. I felt so calm and relaxed and excited to be with this elegant older
    lady. Our breasts moved against each others. We parted from our kiss and
    smiled at each other the atmosphere in the room was so sensual and
    electric.

    Eleanor took me by my hand to lead me upstairs to her bedroom. As we
    kissed Eleanor started to undo my blouse and I hers. Once out of our
    blouses we cupped each others bra enclosed breasts, enjoying the weight of
    the flesh through the material. Although I had had liasons with women
    before I don’t think I had felt so much at peace as I did at that moment in
    time, everything felt so right. Time didn’t seem to matter there was no
    need to rush, though I was eager to see more of Eleanors body. I moved my
    hands down to Eleanors hips feeling the clasps of her suspender belt, from
    there I let my hands drift around to grasp Eleanors buttocks, what perfect
    size and shape I thought.

    Eleanor did like wise, she smiled as she felt my own suspender clasps
    “oooh you sexy young thing” she declared and pecked me on the lips. I began
    to undo Eleanors skirt and let it fall to the floor, now just in her
    lingerie Eleanor looked stunning she really did have a great body, yes
    maybe her breasts had a small amount of sag, but most women would have
    killed for that body in front of me.

    Eleanor didn’t disappoint in her choice of lingerie either, she had a
    lovely bra,panties and suspender belt set, all in lilac coloured satin. I
    felt such a scruff with my cobbled together outfit but Eleanor didn’t
    appear to mind as she undid my skirt and pulled me onto her bed. I couldn’t
    keep my hands from exploring Eleanors smooth satin clad body. We kissed
    with increased passion and excitement each exploring the others body.

    I undid Eleanors bra releasing her breasts to me. I kissed her nipples,
    feeling them harden in between my lips. I heard Eleanor gasp and felt her
    fingers dig into my buttocks pulling me closer to her. My leg went between
    Eleanors and soon we were rubbing our pussies on the others stockinged
    leg. Our breathing was getting harder and a smell of pussy was pervading
    the room heightening our arousal.

    I started to kiss down Eleanors stomach and down onto her satin panties
    which displayed a nice wet spot. I got a small taste of her pussy as I
    kissed the spot and the smell was divine. I couldn’t wait to taste more of
    her pussy and began to pull the panties off Eleanor, she raised her hips to
    let me take them off. And I soon saw the glisten of her juices on the hairs
    surrounding her pussy. where as most of the time now you would expect a
    hairless or trimmed pussy Eleanors was as nature intended. Maybe I would
    remedy that in the near future I thought. But as I moved to lick Eleanors
    pussy I found the way the hairs held the juices from Eleanors pussy
    increased the aroma. And when my face was in the midst of it with my tongue
    tasting the juices from its source, I found the feeling of the juices on
    her pubic hair against my face strangely erotic.

    I felt Eleanors hands in my hair holding my head against her pussy and
    heard her words of encouragement. As I expected Eleanors pussy tasted
    delicous. “Come little one let me get a taste of that pussy of
    yours”. I sat up and pulled off my wet panties and moved around
    settling my pussy on the lips of my latest lover.

    Its often said that older women are better for the experience they have
    gained in life, and there was no way I could argue at that time. My body
    gyrated involuntarily from the way Eleanor lapped and licked at my pussy. I
    was still twitching away as I leant forward and attempted to give back the
    pleasure I was receiving from Eleanor.

    I pulled open Eleanors lips licking every inch of that moist passage
    sucking at her clitoris licking its hardened nub, feeling Eleanor shudder
    as I did this. I concentrated on her clit, as I slid a finger into her
    opening. Just as I thought Eleanor couldn’t give me anymore pleasure than I
    was receiving at that point in time, I felt one of her fingers grazing
    against my asshole. The thought of that perfectly manicured and painted
    digit against that opening was intoxicating.

    When she began to push against my hole and felt her finger enter my rectum
    I nearly screamed with joy. This was rapidly becoming the most intense sex
    I had ever had and I was not going to be out done. I moved my tongue off
    Eleanors pussy and began to tongue at her hole. I heard Eleanor mutter
    “yes,yes,yes” as my tongue licked at her ass. Encouraged by her
    shouts I wet my finger and pushed into her hole, switching my tongue back
    to her pussy.

    If only I had known lesbian sex could be this good I would have stuck with
    women and not wasted so much time with guys. Eleanor was incredible and I
    knew I would be back for more from this older more experienced
    woman. Already I knew the orgasm building inside me was better than any I
    had had before. When it did break I did something I had never achieved
    before, I squirted! yes unbelievably I squirted right on Eleanors face
    which was enough to send her over her edge. It took many minutes of me
    twitching and making uncontrollable sounds for me to come down from the
    high.

    Once I was back in control of my body I turned around and saw my juices
    covering Eleanors face. I kissed her and licked some of my juices from her
    face before kissing her again. We both smiled broadly at each other and
    cuddled together kissing and stroking each other. Eventually Eleanor
    suggested we showered before coming back to bed.

    Eleanor showered first before slipping into a long satin nightie she
    handed me one and I went into the shower. Even without the hot water I was
    glowing from the most intense sex I had ever experienced. One thing I now
    knew was that Eleanor had done this many times before. Oh what time I had
    wasted living next to this woman not knowing what she was capable of. What
    sex I had missed out on, I kicked my self for being so blind to what was
    next door to me all those years that I had lived at moms.

    I slid the nightie on and returned to the bedroom lying on the bed to wait
    for the return of Eleanor. I heard her coming up the stairs and smiled at
    her as she came into the room carrying a bottle of chilled white wine. She
    sat on the edge of the bed and poured the wine handing me a glass, we
    clinked glasses and shared a kiss.

    We settled sitting up in bed as Eleanor handed me a cigarette we lit up,
    sending spirals of smoke reaching for the ceiling. A slight chill in the
    room made my nipples harden against the satin of the nightie which felt
    nice whenever I moved.

    “So julie tell me what made you so excited in your mothers lounge this
    afternoon that you started playing with your lovely breasts” ?

    I decided to tell Eleanor everything that I had found out about my mother
    in the last two days. About her fantasies both for me and Eleanor
    herself. I also told her of some of mothers other kinks and how she yearned
    to be submissive. Eleanor thought for a short time before asking what I
    planned on doing about it all. I informed her that I had not decided
    anything yet but I did find the possibilities exciting. I also told her
    that I was quite content being with her.

    Eleanor went quiet and I was a little hurt when she told me that I was
    welcome to come and visit and have sex at times, but she did not go in for
    relationships. She preferred to be a free agent and had a few friends that
    she just met up with for sex and games as she called them. I was shocked at
    this as I had always thought she was so quiet and more reserved.

    I think that Eleanor could see my hurt and bewilderment, she took my hand
    and said she was charmed by my interest in her but she had long given up
    relationships. She also said that she was not the woman that I thought she
    was. She told me not to be to shocked but before she moved next to mothers
    nearly twenty years before she had been a teacher at an all girls
    school. Eleanor lit us both some cigarettes and went on to explain that she
    had been caught with two of the girls. To save the school from scandal she
    had been paid off rather generously and moved next to mothers. Eleanor said
    that from that day on she had indulged her interests and found having a
    partner held her back from the freedom being single gave her.

    I thanked her for her honesty and told her that I hoped she would let me
    see her from time to time,and that the afternoon we had shared was such an
    eye opener that I wanted to explore the sapphic side of my self alot more.

    “Julie darling I hope I’am not speaking out of turn but why not explore
    things with your mother as she wishes. I have met a few women that have
    shared an incestual relationship and they have all found it
    exhilarating. And from what you have told me your mother is submissive you
    could have her doing what ever you want and whenever you want it. In fact
    Julie, you could own your mother and have her as a real full time sex slave
    all to yourself”

    Eleanors words did shock me at first but as her words sank in a little I
    started to come round to the idea of having mom as a slave. The idea of
    actually having sex with her was still a bit hard to swallow though, I had
    never thought of my own mother in such a way.

    As we talked Eleanor started rubbing my pussy throught the satin
    nightie. Eleanor was telling me the things I could do with a submissive
    slut like my mother. When she suggested that I could even make money out of
    her by whoring her out my interest peaked. As a student cash was a little
    scarce, now here was a way of paying my way through college.

    Eleanor and I made love again that night and I fell asleep with the
    thoughts of whoring out mother. We woke the next morning and chatted a
    while. I told Eleanor that my only concern at the moment was that I had no
    experience of domination play. She told me that she might be able to help
    there, and for me to go back to mothers and think whether I really wanted
    to go down this path. Eleanor gave me her phone numbers and we parted with
    a kiss and cuddle.

    I went back to mothers intoxicated by the experience with Eleanor. I guess
    I was floating in the clouds, so happy and at peace with everything. After
    drinking a coffee I had a nap on the sofa dreaming of future
    possibilities. I was rudely woken from my slumber by a text message from
    mom. As I read it my mood changed it told me that she wanted me to do a big
    food shop ready for her return. It also let me know that she had emailed me
    the list. On opening the email I was struck by the length of the list and
    angry that she had left me nothing for while I was there and no cash to buy
    all the groceries.

    Right I thought to myself you have pissed me off enough if you think I am
    going to let you get away with this you have another thing coming. I called
    Eleanor and told her that yes I was going to go through with the plan to
    make mother my slave and whore. Eleanor had told me of a friend of hers
    that was a dominatrix, the idea was for me to have a session as a slave to
    experience what it was like to be a slave. And then to assist this lady for
    a day. Eleanor told me that she would contact the Mistress and get back to
    me with a time and location. While I was waiting for the call I was to get
    a school girl uniform together.

    Grabbing my bag I went into town to look around the shops and get together
    what Eleanor suggested. I also went back to my own flat and got a few more
    bits and pieces my make up etc and some of my sexier clothing.

    Back at mothers I must admit I was nervous and scared of what pain I maybe
    subjected to. But the anger at mother was still in my mind and I was
    determined to go through with the path suggested by mothers dirty emails
    and stories.

    To take my mind off the waiting I showered and began to do my make up, I
    went for quite a slutty over done look, a look I had never done before and
    it took me a few attempts to get it to my satisfaction. I was itching to
    wear the slutty uniform I had put together, but held back instead just
    throwing a few things on and logging onto moms computer. Rereading her
    emails and looking at some of the stories had me on the brink and I was
    glad when Eleanor phoned, me giving me the time and address to go to.

    I rushed up the stairs and freshened up. I booked a taxi and started to
    put on my sexy school girl uniform, wondering if the uniform was Eleanors
    idea given her past? I put on the sexy underwear I had bought especially
    for the occasion, white stockings, and black ankle socks, suspender belt,
    bra and panties. A crisp tight white blouse was next and a very short tight
    skirt. The look was completed with a school tie and a pair of shoes. I
    managed to touch up my make up and hair just as the taxi beeped outside.

    I threw on a longish jacket and sat in the back of the taxi giving the
    driver the address. I was relieved to find that the taxi company had sent a
    female driver. The driver was in no way attractive but as she made small
    talk I noticed her eyes in the mirror taking in my short skirt and
    stockings. Being so horny I opened my jacket and my legs letting the driver
    see more of my outfit and the damp patch on my panties. At one point I
    thought she was going to crash the taxi, I felt so naughty but before I
    could tease much more we had reached my destination.

    She gave me a card with her number on asking me to call her when I was
    ready for my return journey. I thanked her and walked up the path heart
    pounding in my chest to the door to this dominatrixes house.

    I rang the bell and waited and waited, she was obviously in no rush to let
    me in. I felt so exposed, dressed as a slutty school girl in this
    residential street with cars going up and down it. I heard footsteps coming
    down a hall way inside and the sound of the door being unlocked. Before I
    lost my nerve and fled the door was opened to reveal a pleasant looking
    lady in her mid 40’s. She was wearing a long leather coat and she welcomed
    me in, taking me through into her kitchen where I saw Eleanor dressed the
    same.

    I was told to sit with them at the table and given a glass of wine. The
    Mistress introduced herself as Clara but told me to refer to her as
    Mistress at all times. We discussed the reason for me being there Mistress
    Clara explained that it was important for a dominatrix to have tried being
    a slave to understand the experience and to know what any punishment felt
    like.

    “Julie why don’t you stand up and show us that school uniform you are
    wearing” Eleanor told me. I stood and removed my jacket. I felt so self
    concious standing there with the two womens eyes on me. “Mmmm very nice
    Julie turn around show us all”
    Eleanor was obviously enjoying the view,
    maybe, I thought it was bringing back memories for her. “Bend over dear
    show Aunty Eleanor your pretty panties”
    . By now I was feeling so embarrassed showing off in my uniform in front of the two ladies.

    Mistress Clara placed a leather collar around my neck and lead me into
    what she called her playroom. This was through a door from her kitchen and
    down into her cellar. I was amazed by all the equipment and cruel looking
    implements she had hanging from the walls. Mistress Carla took off her coat
    revealing a leather corset panties and thigh high boots. Eleanor also took
    off her coat and looked stunning in a pvc catsuit clinging to her body like
    a second skin.Around her waist was a wide shiny belt, and her delicate feet
    were in a pair of black ankle boots with a high heel.

    Maybe I will tell you of the events that day another time after all this
    story is supposed to be about my mother not me. Just to let you know that I
    found the day intensely sexually exciting, interesting and stimulating. On
    leaving Mistress Claras I was given a dvd of some sessions she had done
    with her clients to watch as well as some domination magazines to
    read. This I was told was my homework for the night as the next day I was
    to assist her in a days work.

    I enjoyed the days work with Mistress Clara and felt confident In my
    ability to take charge of mother although I was still not sold on the idea
    of sexual contact with her. The morning before mothers return I went to
    Eleanors house as agreed. She had been kind enough to offer to help me with
    a make over and some shopping ready for my transformation into my mothers
    owner.

    Eleanor as usual looked so elegant, looking at her I realised that I had
    fallen in love with her, a love I knew she wouldn’t give back but I was
    happy to know we could share special times together. After greeting each
    other with a kiss and cuddle we sat and had a cup of tea whilst Eleanor
    quizzed me on my day with Mistress Clara. I told her that I had learnt alot
    and was confident I could control mother. We made plans for the days
    events, and decided that we would start with a trip to the hair dressers
    for a radical change to my style.

    I had always loved the Cleopatra look that Elizabeth Taylor had in the
    film, and decided that I would have my hair coloured jet black and cut in
    that style. Eleanor had shown me what I could do with eyeliner before to
    achieve a more dominant look to the Elizabeth Taylor version. The
    hairdresser did a great job, and we travelled further into town. Make up
    was bought and then Eleanor took me to where she bought her
    lingerie. Trying on the expensive items on under the watchful gaze of
    Eleanor was such a pleasure and I began to feel so special wearing such
    garments.

    The next shops were for everyday clothes, never again would I slob myself
    into Jeans and tshirt. I was to follow Eleanors example and become an
    elegant younger version of her. The sex shop that Mistress Clara
    recommended took some travelling to but it was well worth it. Their
    selection of toys and punishment items were extensive and my student
    overdraft was taking a pounding. How ever I didn’t mind as if my plans
    worked out, I would never have to worry about cash ever again.

    The part of the shopping trip I was most looking forward to was now here
    buying outfits in leather and pvc. Eleanor had been so kind to lend me her
    pvc catsuit that she had looked so sexy in, for my days work at Mistress
    Claras and I knew I would have to buy one of my own. I felt so sexy wearing
    it, feeling my own body throught the material. Eleanors eye for detail was
    so worth having with me that day, and I was confident that all the outfits
    she helped me choose were well worth the expense.

    On our way back home an idea struck me and I sent a text to a friend of
    mine I knew I could trust, arranging to meet her at mothers in two hours
    time. I took the purchases into mothers home and began to clear her drawers
    and wardrobes of her boring clothing. Only gear that would suit her status
    as my slut could stay.

    Soon Sue would be here, so I showered and dressed in the new elegant me
    clothes. When Sue arrived I swore her to secrecy before telling her of my
    plans for mother. The reason for me getting her in on my plot was that she
    was a computer wizzard, and I needed a website building to advertise mom as
    a lesbian slut whore. Sue didn’t believe me at first until I showed her
    some of moms emails,once she had read enough she agreed to help me out. We
    found a few sexyish snaps of mom to put on there as a start but it was
    evident that new ones would be needed. Sue soon had the site up and running
    and she surprised me by saying she had had a girlie crush on my mom in the
    past and would love to help with some more photos. I was also surprised
    that Sue had lesbian desires, I had always thought her so straight and
    studious.

    We shared a glass of wine and gave Sue the first chance to go though mine
    and moms old clothes, moms old clothes would be in the bin by morning! We
    arranged for Sue to come back to do the photos and I went to bed to rest
    before mothers return. I woke early keen with excitement. I tidied the
    place through and got all the toys and my outfit ready for later. I made a
    coffee and read some more of the smut on mothers computer just to get
    myself in a sexy mood.

    I sent mother a text asking what time she thought she would get home, and
    in her reply she let me know she would be back here in about three hours,
    giving me plenty of time to get dressed and psyched up. I ran a bath, nice
    and hot and took a glass of champagne with me. As I soaked I ran through
    the various ideas for later in the day and mothers future. I phoned Eleanor
    and told her that I was ready to get out of the bath and to let herself
    in. She was coming to get my hair perfect and do my make up and also give
    me some encouragement before I let nerves get the better of me.

    I dried myself off and heard Eleanor enter and come up the stairs. I
    poured her a glass of champagne and we kissed and hugged in our welcome. We
    sat on moms bed and chatted which was a nice way to relax, and I soon felt
    the butterflys dissappear. Eleanor looked at the clothing I had chosen and
    approved of my choices. She fingered the black satin basque we had bought
    together enjoying as I did, the cold smoothness of the material.

    I looked at the clock and began to panic,would I have enought time?
    Eleanor stood me up and began to fit me into the sensuous under garment. I
    shivered at her touch and the coldness of the satin. I sat on the bed and
    started to roll up the expensive stockings up my legs. As I looked down I
    was very pleased with how my legs looked in the fine luxurious
    stockings. Eleanor again stood me up and fixed the suspender clasps to the
    stockings.

    Eleanor had me step into the matching panties, and as she pulled them up
    my legs she stole a kiss and lick of my dampening pussy. I felt such a
    thrill from my mature lover and looked down at her grinning perfectly made
    up face. Now I was in my lingerie we took a breath and a drink of the
    champagne.

    As mother had secretly taken a photograph of me in my leather dress I had
    chosen to wear that today. I thought that it had enough of a
    fetish/dominant air, but was familiar enough to mother so that she would
    not know what was happening when she first walked in. The aroma of leather
    hit me as I took the dress from its packaging the cleaning company had
    wrapped it in.

    Eleanor sat me at the dressing table and combed out my hair before doing
    my make up as I have already described. A wide leather belt with squares of
    polished chrome went around my waist. And then the final piece of the
    jigsaw my new leather knee boots, these I was especially pleased with. They
    fitted so well and had fine Italian tooling at the top. The heels were made
    of chrome as was the tip at the toes.

    We just had enough time to have another drink together and a cuddle before
    we heard moms key in the door. There was no rush as Eleanor had locked the
    door from the inside. I composed myself as Eleanor left through the back
    door. Taking a few deep breaths before walking down the stairs I went to
    seal mothers fate.

    I unlocked the door and went straight into the lounge area Mother came
    into the lounge dumping a case before going straight back out to grab
    another. She hadn’t looked at me at all or even greeted me. My anger rose
    at this snub which helped me get in the proper mood. Finally mother came
    back in the lounge locking the front door behind her. As she came in she
    came up to me attempting to hug me, rather than return the hug I kept still
    and turned from her attempt to kiss me on my cheek. I did notice though her
    try to get a sniff of the aroma from my leather dress, and didn’t her hand
    linger just to long on my dress?

    “Be a love and get me a drink” she asked noticing the glass of champagne in
    my hand. Certainly I thought and went into the kitchen returning with a
    steel dog bowl with bitch written on it. I placed the bowl of water at my
    feet with the word bitch clear to mothers view. I watched her face go
    through a range of emotions puzzlement,fear maybe understanding and then
    she blushed.

    “Whats the matter mother don’t you want your drink?
    Isn’t this how a slave should drink its water?”

    Mothers blush deepened. “Whats going on Julie, I don’t understand”.

    Oh she knew all right I could see her eyes all over my body and my boots
    and there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. I walked over to moms
    computer and turned the monitor back on. Up came moms emails.

    “Are you still going to play the innocent mother? When you pissed me off
    this week with your demands, and not leaving me anything to eat in the
    house, I thought I would take a look around and guess what I found. My
    mother is a perverted lesbian slut!”

    Mother looked down at the floor crying a little ashamed at what I had
    found.

    “Im so sorry Julie I just got so lonely. I just started to fantasize and I
    suppose it got to far”

    “It may have mother but now you will have to live with the
    consequences, you are now mine to whore out as I see fit, to use and abuse,
    to punish,degrade, humiliate and fuck with whenever I want. Like it or not
    mother your fantasies are about to come true, I have you mother, all that
    is on this computer has been copied by a friend and is in safe keeping”.

    Mother sobbed more and couldn’t meet my gaze. I knew I had her now, just
    where I wanted her.

    “Now bitch you stink, get upstairs and shower, then we will begin your
    training”.

    Mother carried her cases upstairs and I sent a text to Eleanor to let her
    know of my progress. I heard the water running in the shower and gave mom a
    few minutes to herself. When I got into the bathroom I turned the water to
    cold and heard mom shout in protest. She didn’t brave the cold for long and
    burst out from behind the curtain searching for a towel which I had hidden.

    “Now mother have you cleaned your stink from your body”?.
    she nodded that she had. I told her that when she talked to me she was now to
    refer to me as mistress.
    “Now I will ask again are you sure that you are clean”?
    Mother looked at me quizically “yes mistress I am sure I am
    clean”.
    “Well bitch your wrong, how could you be if that is still full” I
    pointed to an enema bag hanging from the shower rail.

    Mother shook her head “no no please I don’t know what is happening to me
    mistress this cannot be right, please stop these games I know I did wrong
    Julie but I don’t deserve to be treated like this I am your mother”.

    “Yes well I didn’t deserve to have my mother taking pervy photos of me
    without my knowledge, and for you to send them to others over the
    internet. Further more you just called me Julie again not mistress”

    This was it By taking appropiate action now I would show mother I meant
    business. From the side of my boot I pulled out a riding crop and struck
    mother across her back. She shouted in pain and tried to hide but had no
    where to go. I managed to get another good swipe across her ass. I loved
    the way the red mark appeared before my eyes. I grabbed mothers head and
    pushed it down until she was kneeling on the floor. I took the enema nozzle
    and wet it with my saliva before telling mom to relax and shoving it into
    her ass. As the water began its journey into mothers bowel I went to her
    front. I kicked her knees apart and placed the cold chrome tip of my boot
    between her pussy lips.

    As the water from the bag made its way into mothers bowels I rubbed the
    chrome tip of my boot up and down her pussy lips. Mother was in discomfort
    from the water filling her bowels but at the same time she was getting
    aroused by the smooth cold metal of my boots. She began to thrust her pussy
    against it, and I watched with a fascinated satisfaction. Mother was really
    squirming now from the water in her bowels, which made her rub against my
    boot even more.
    “Please mistress I can’t take any more of this enema I am going to make a
    terrible mess mistress”

    I dragged mother towards the shower and allowed her to pull out the nozzle
    but told her to hold the water until I gave her permission to expel. From
    the medicine cabinet I took out a vibrator and held it against moms
    pussy. This was a no win situation for mother, I knew that with the
    sensation of the vibrator she would lose control and expel the foul water
    from her ass. This I knew because I had no intention of giving her
    permission to expel first.

    I didn’t have to wait long with the vibrator on full and after rubbing
    against my boot mother began to lose it and the water blasted from her
    ass. I had never seen anything like it before and was amazed by the power
    as it rushed out of her ass. I made mother lick her juices off the tip of
    my boot and just as I could see she was enjoying it, I put the nozzle back
    in her ass and refilled the bag.
    As the water again began to fill mothers bowels, I sat her on the toilet
    seat. I handed her a razor and a can of shaving foam, she was instructed to
    shave her pussy, and I left her to it and returned downstairs to send
    another text to Eleanor and to refill my glass.

    Eleanor had sent me a text back saying she was glad things were working
    out well and I gave her an update. While I was there I sent a text to Sue
    too. I savoured the refreshing champagne before walking back up to the
    bathroom. Mother had finished the shaving and the bag was nearly empty I
    refilled it and waited watching mother squirm.

    As mother squirmed in front of me I picked up the vibrator I had held
    against moms pussy. As she looked at me, I made a big scene of licking her
    juices off it. I lifted my dress and pushed the vibrator under my matching
    soft leather panties and held it against my own pussy. I had no intention
    of letting mother see my pussy yet, I wanted to tease the bitch abit longer
    before I gave her that treat.

    I was getting carried away with the feelings from my pussy, and the pent
    up need for release as I played with the vibrator, and forgot all about
    mothers enema. I was rudely interrupted from my play by her begging me to
    let her expel the foul water from her bowels. I pulled the nozzle from her
    ass and made her go into the shower to expel the water once again. Once she
    was empty I informed her that this would be the first thing she did in a
    morning. I made her shower again to get clean from any lingering foulness
    before I handed her the razor again and made her shave any stray hairs from
    around her anus.

    Once she was dry I had mom stand infront of me with her legs well apart
    and her hands on top of her head. I took some baby oil and put it on my
    hand. As I walked towards mother her face went from a look of misery to one
    of lust as she guessed what I was about to do. I rubbed a small amount of
    the oil over her pussy. One to stop her getting red and sore and two to
    check that she was as smooth as I wanted her to be. Mother gasped at my
    touch, I knew that although she was feeling ashamed and humiliated at the
    moment, that it was what she had been craving for.

    Mothers eyes glinted up at me from my touch and her breathing got
    heavier. I took my fingers away and lightly oiled her ass too. I was
    satisfied with how mother had shaved and was ready for the next phase. I
    told her to crawl after me into her bedroom to get dressed making sure her
    eyes were on my sexy boots and the cruel looking chrome heels.

    Once in the bedroom mother looked for some clothing, but all I held up was
    a leather collar with a piece of chrome on it engraved with the word
    bitch. I placed it around mothers throat and padlocked it in place. Her
    only other clothing she would be allowed for now, was a pair of high heeled
    ankle boots at 5 inches in height I was sure mother had never worn any
    heels this high before. And I was looking forward to watching her struggle
    to walk in them. These also had a padlock on them and mother was fitted
    into them. As I locked the padlock I looked up and saw that mothers pussy
    was glistening with her juices.

    I told her to join me downstairs and went on ahead, I knew she would take
    a while to come down the stairs in those heels. I sent texts to Eleanor and
    Sue who I knew were eager to know how things were going. When mother came
    into the room I made her open another bottle of Champagne and got her to
    bring me one. I did allow her to have a glass knowing what effect it had on
    her.

    I knew she must be parched by now and would soon drink it. For some reason
    champagne always went straight to her head. I allowed her to pour another
    glass for herself which she drank half of. I wanted mother to be relaxed
    for the next part of my plan.

    Shock registered on her face as a knock came on the door. I knew she would
    think that the worst was over and that we would be indulging in some sort
    of kinky sex by now. But I had other plans for mother yet.

    “Well slut go and answer it, do you think the door will answer
    itself”?

    She looked at me pleadingly “but mistress I am not dressed I can’t go to
    the door like this”

    I laughed at her discomfort “oh but you will slut or suffer for your
    insolence and do make sure you open the door fully slut”

    Mother teetered on her heels to the door,and I laughed at the way she
    looked struggling to walk properly. She did indeed open the door fully to a
    nervous looking Sue. Mother gasped realising it was one of my childhood
    friends that she was now exposing herself to. Sue walked in dragging a
    finger across mothers pussy as she walked past her. Sue walked up to me and
    we kissed a welcoming kiss. Sue kept her hand on my ass as we looked at
    mother.

    “So Jules how is the whore coming on, have you taught her any tricks
    yet”?

    “No not yet Sue, but I have a feeling she will be a quick learner”

    I Sent Mother to fetch us more drinks as I looked at Sue, she really did
    scrub up well. I had lent her my new black lycra dress and it clung to her
    body so well. she had a wide pvc belt on which matched the shoes on her
    feet. When mother returned with the drinks we made mother kneel infront of
    us with her hands behind her head.

    Now was the time things were going to get interesting, from behind the
    sofa I retrieved a riding crop which I handed to Sue, and for myself a long
    dressage whip which I flicked across mothers nipples. I had decided that
    although mother had got the job of being my whore she had not had an
    interview for the position. For ease of reading I will relate the
    conversation thus.

    Julie “so mother tell me how long have you been a lesbian”

    Mom “I am not a lesbian Julie, please believe me, I just got reading
    stories on the internet and just got more and more interested that is all”

    Julie ” so you are telling me that you have never been with a girl or a
    woman sexually? Think carefully before you answer. We will soon be able to
    tell if you are lying”

    Mom “no Julie I haven’t its all just been fantasies that have got out of
    control. I admit that I am curious but the opportunity has never come up
    and I don’t have the courage to go to gay clubs or join dating sites”

    Sue “so you thought it would be ok to drag your daughter into your
    sicko fantasies and share her pics with other lesbians then”

    Mom “I know, thats what makes me feel so ashamed of myself, Julie I am so
    sorry I did that can I please just say sorry, and get back to how we were I
    have learnt my lesson, honestly and I won’t do it again”

    Sue “well I think its gone to far for that hasn’t it Julie (I
    nodded) Julie hasn’t shown me all the files yet, but from what I
    have seen you have become truly perverted. Thankfully Julie has come up
    with a plan”

    I got up from the sofa and turned the pc on as it buzzed into life I
    turned to mother.
    “Well you see this mistress slave thing goes a little bit deeper than you
    may think mom”.
    I motioned to the computer screen after pressing a few keys. “You see
    mother Sue has been kind enough to set up a web site just for you. Well for
    me I suppose as it will be me that profits from it. Come over on your knees
    and take a look”.

    Mother shuffled over and soon saw that the site was advertising her
    services as a lesbian whore. She was mortified when she saw the services
    that she was offering too.

    “You can’t do this Julie I am your mother not a whore this has all
    gone to far now, stop it. I will not become a prostitute for your revenge”

    “Oh and why not mother, all we are doing is finding you the kind of ladies
    you have been looking for all this time. And also letting you be the slave
    that you wanted to be”.

    All this time I noticed that mother had kept her hands behind her head in
    a submissive pose. I also noticed that her pussy was wet again. I got Sue
    to stand up and moved behind her, I lifted her dress at the front and
    dipped my hand inside her panties. Sue sighed as my fingers glided over her
    damp pussy.

    “Well mother it is obvious to me that you desire this more than
    you are willing to share. Your hands are still behind your head and you are
    clearly aroused. Just as well as your first customer is here already. You
    didn’t know did you that all those years ago when Sue and I were young
    teens that Sue here had a crush on you,Or did you? I think therefore it is
    only fair that Sue gets to test drive my new slut. Especially when she has
    been so kind to build our website”.

    I whispered in Sues ear that I would take a few discrete photos for the
    website and then let them get on with it, once I was satisfied mother was
    going to behave.

    “Ok slut over here and start to taste your first pussy. As mother
    approached I pulled Sues panties all the way down and let her step out of
    them. Sue held her dress up and opened her legs wide.

    “Ok slut lick my sexy shoes for me I want to see if your tongue is fit for
    my pussy”. Without any hesitation mother did as Sue commanded. I began to
    take some snaps and decided that mother needed to be seen in a more
    submissive light. So as she continued to lick Sues shoes I opened one of
    the toys I had bought. At the same time I got some lube which I spread
    around mothers asshole. She shuddered at the coldness of the lube in her
    most intimate area and tried to turn her head around to see “eyes front
    bitch”. I spread some on my finger and began to slide it in and out of her
    ass.

    The toy I had bought was a butt plug with horse hair coming out of the
    end, when I saw it I thought mom would look so cute with it sticking out of
    her ass. I spread lube on it, and began to push at her rosebud, twisting it
    as I pushed. Mother started to move her ass from side to side as I fed it
    into her ass. A quick smack on her ass cheeks stopped that behaviour.

    Gradually the plug began its journey, despite the muffled moans and
    complaints coming from mother. Once I was satisfied I stood back and took
    some more pics. Sue spread her pussy lips and ordered mother to lick her
    pussy. I watched as mother without any hesistation, moved her mouth over my
    childhood friends pussy.

    Yes I thought it may have been all fantasy mother but there is no stopping
    you when you have the opportunity. I made my move to leave Sue to her fun
    with mom. I thought that Sue would enjoy herself more with out me being
    there, so I had arranged to go and see Eleanor. Sue related to me later
    what happened in my abscence.

    Sue took mother up to the main bedroom and had mother undress her fully,
    leaving just her stockings and shoes on. Sue wanted to taste the pussy she
    had longed for all those years ago and so they got into a 69. As she
    tongued mothers pussy she tugged at the butt plug jutting out of mothers
    ass, Teasing the ass muscles holding it in place. Sue knew she had my
    permission to use mom however she wished, and so she became more
    animalistic. She lightly bit and nibbled at moms clit biting harder and
    harder as she got carried away and slapped mothers ass as it hovered above
    her face.

    Sue was enjoying the feeling mother was stimulating in her pussy and asked
    mother to add her fingers. Mother did rubbing at Sues clit as she continued
    to lick at the open lips of my friend, her fingers sliding into Sues inner
    treasure.

    Sue was finding it hard to hold back her orgasm and was ready to
    explode. She turned mother on to her back and sat astride mothers head,
    lowering her soaking pussy down to meet mothers lips. As her passion rose
    and rose, she rode mothers face harder and harder. Sues juices smearing
    across moms face.

    As she rode mothers face she pulled at moms nipples and slapped her
    breasts,reddening the skin. With her other hand Sue played with her
    clit. Soon she was ready to cum and cum she did, her pent up lesbian
    desires finally having chance to be released, apparently she screamed the
    house down, and infact Eleanor and I did hear her through the wall from
    next door.

    The only rule Sue and I had agreed on was that mother should be denied her
    own orgasms. And so once Sue had came she put leather cuffs on mothers
    ankles and wrists. She then cuffed mothers hands behind her to the ankle
    cuffs. Sue lit her self a cigarette and fetched herself a drink. When she
    returned she studied mothers bound form, thinking back to how she had
    fantasised about her when she was younger, and how now she had easy access
    to her target of lust.

    When Sue was ready she undid the wrist cuffs from the ankle cuffs and
    stood mother up. Around mothers waist Sue fastened a one of the strap on
    dildo sets we had bought. Once she was satisfied that it fitted well she
    made mother lie on the bed. She secured mothers hands and feet to the
    straps we had fitted earlier in the day. Mother now lay face up stretched
    out in an X shape with the dildo jutting up from her waist.

    Sue took out a pair of nipple clamps and adjusted them on moms nipples,
    watching as mom gave away the pain on her face. Sue positioned herself on
    mothers mouth and ordered her to lick. As mother tongued my friends pussy,
    Sue played with her own breasts and nipples.

    Once she felt herself getting nice and wet she leant forward and started
    to suck on the dildo close to mothers pussy. The aroma coming from mothers
    pussy helped turn Sue on even more. Sue had got the dildo slick with her
    saliva and moved so that she was facing mother. She held the head of the
    dildo against her own pussy, moving it up and down the crease of her sex.

    Sue started to feed the large dildo into her waiting pussy, moving the
    rubber cock in and out of herself. Lowering herself up and down, taking
    more into herself with each movement. Soon Sue had the whole length of fake
    cock in her pussy. Sue began to ride the strap on wielding slut beneath
    her. If mother showed any sign of being pleasured by the friction of the
    straps between her legs Sue soon stopped it by pulling on the chain holding
    the nipple clamps together. Thus Sue was able to get a good fucking from
    mother without the slut getting the relief she craved.

    Sue couldn’t help herself though, there was something about mothers tits
    that made her want to slap them. And slap them she did as she fucked
    herself on the slut beneath her. Mothers breasts soon turned a nice shade
    of pink then red with the onslaught. She started to complain but Sue
    stopped that too by forcing her wet panties into mothers mouth.

    Sues orgasm when it came, she described to me to be the very best she had
    ever had. And that she must have stayed on top of mom for a good five or
    ten minutes after the last throes of her orgasm subsided. Eventually she
    calmed enough to take herself off the sweating slut. She took her panties
    back out of mothers mouth and gave mother a deep lingering kiss and removed
    the clamps from her nipples. Mother gave a shout as the blood came back
    into her nipples which was not helped by Sue rubbing them.

    Sue put the duvet over mother and went for a shower. She dressed and came
    round to Eleanors to tell us all about it. Mother was left in the dark tied
    to the bed all alone in her house, not knowing when someone would return
    and free her from her bonds.

    We all had drinks at Eleanors and chatted none of us believing how well
    the events of the day had gone. We shared a toast to our success and
    plotted what we were going to do with her next.


  • Caught in a Sex Club (Part 2 &3)

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    You follow and old friend into the bar, turns out she works in a sex club and you have some wild fun with her before she finds out its really you. (Female POV)

    Warning: Name calling, rough sex, bondage, and sex toys.

    Enjoy! 😉

    After leading me into the room Sebastian went off, offering the drinks to a couple of people who had just ‘finished’.

    Ash was in the middle of the room. Bent over the slightly raised platform where the stripper poles were with a guy grinding his dick on her ass cheeks. He was buzz cut and wasn’t fat but not totally fit either.

    Her hands were tied behind her back and there was a cloth around her eyes.

    I slowly started making my way over. Watching as the man grabbed her hair then pounded his dick in her pussy. As I got closer I could hear her moan.

    “Fuck yes.” She bit her lip. “Pound my pussy so hard.”

    The man slapped her ass cheeks.

    Watching her reminded me of when I used to the be one behind her.

    *flashback*

    “Fuck y/n!” She screamed as I pounded my strapon into her wet pussy. She had been teasing me all day and deserved to be punished. “Yes! Fuck your bad girl!”

    I pulled her hair, ripping her blindfold off making her look into the mirror in front of us. “Watch as mommy fucks your pussy hard for being a bad girl Ash.” I slapped her ass. Showing no mercy as she whimpered, her ass sore from the previous spanking she had received.

    *flashback ended*

    I was brought back to the present as I reached the two. I came up behind the guy. Kissing his neck and letting my hands exlpore his front while I pressed my tits on his back.

    He groaned and I whispered, “Shhh… I don’t want her to know im here.”

    He nodded, going along with it. He slapped her ass again. “Your suck a fucking slut Ash.” He growled.

    Continuing to kiss the mans neck I whispered, “Do you want her to eat me out blind folded daddy?”

    “Yess.” He groaned.

    I moved slowly. Letting my hand brush over Ashes back gently.

    “Who is that daddy?” Ash asked the man pounding her pussy.

    “Someone who wants in on the fun.” I Took my position in front of Ash. The man pushed her head down into my pussy. “Eat her out slut, while I fuck your pussy.”

    “Yes daddy.” Ash said, obeying him as her tongue reached out, flicking my clit.

    I moaned lightly, keeping eye contact with the man as I rolled my nipples in my hands.

    Ash’s tongue flicked my clit. Moaning as I felt this I bit my lip.

    “Fuck yes eat me out slut.” I groaned.

    Ash hesitated for a second but continue to lick me. Her tongue played circles around my clit. I moaned as she moved her hands up and started fingering my pussy.

    “Hmm you taste so good.” She said quickly then licked as much of my pussy as she could. Gathering as much as my juices. She fucked me with two fingers. Curling them and making me moan.

    The whole time the man watched this.

    “Fuck thats so hot girls.” His pace quickened and Ash exclaimed a loud moaning scream.

    “Fuck yes! Right there daddy!”

    I watched as the man neared his orgasm. Slightly disgusted at the idea of him Cumming in my girls pussy I moved and said, “I want to taste your cum daddy.”

    He gladly pulled his dick out of Ash’s pussy. Inserting three fingers and finger fucking him while I kneeled down and took his 7 inch dick in my mouth. I could taste Ash’s juices on his dick.

    Licking the tip I kissed down to the base of his dick. Playing with his balls using my hands I took him fully in my mouth. Letting him deep throat me.

    He tangled his hands in my hair and started face fucking me. “I’m fucking cumming.” He groaned. I moaned my approval and he instantly shot his load down my throat. I quickly was able to swallow all of his cum.

    He pulled his fingers out of Ash’s pussy then groaned, “That was so fucking hot.” He pulled Ash up then kissed her lips. “I’ll see you next week slut. I got to go now.” He untied the blindfold and she smiled at him. I was behind her.

    “See ya Jake. Best of luck with your interview.” Ash casually waved as he turned to leave.

    Before Ash could turn around I wrapped my arms around her and purred into her neck.

    “I knew you were a slut, but not this much of a slut. Teddybear.”

    Thats when she finally recognized me.

    “y/n??!!!”

    —-

    “What the Hell are you doing here!?” Ash yelled at me as soon as she entered the locker room. She had stormed off and I had followed her.

    “I could ask the same thing for you, Ash.” I smirked.

    She continued to storm and I followed her. “You’re a fucking cunt! You know why I’m here!” She pulled open a door that said ‘Staff only.’ after scanning a choker that was around her neck that I hadn’t noticed before. I followed.

    This room had lockers too, it was basically just a breakroom except there were 4 separate doors at the end. Two of which were open and looked to be private bedrooms.

    “Actually I don’t.” I said plainly as she opened one of the lockers she pulled out a black shirt and slipped it over her head. “Shit i’m losing her fast.” I thought to myself.

    She stopped moving. Her head behind the locker door so I couldn’t see her reaction. I moved so I could. Nearly melting to see the tears on her face.

    “You fucking left me y/n.” Through her tears she glared at me. “You left for that stupid ass whore and left me with nothing.” She slammed the locker door and moved closer. “My father had fucking CANCER and you fucking LEFT me!” She shoved my chest and I fell into the wall. “And you wanna know why I’m fucking here?!” She got up in my face. “Because I don’t got any fucking money to pay for the stupid bills for the fucking stupid doctors that didn’t even fucking save him!” Her whole face was twisted in anger. I felt a pain in my chest. I didn’t know that her father at passed. This was news to me. He was a kind man. “And when he was gone! I had nothing. NOTHING.”

    “Ash I…”

    She grabbed my chin. “Don’t you fucking say a thing.”

    “Ash…” I tried again. Wanting to apologize.

    “No!” She shoved her fingers in my mouth. “Just Shut the fuck up, and suck on these fingers y/n.” She scowled. Something had changed in the way she was looking at me. Almost like I was her prey. I had never seen this before. It was scary. “NOW!” She shouted.

    Scared out of my wits by her unusual behavior I started sucking her fingers. I suddenly felt her other fingers on my thighs. A jolt of pleasure coursed through my body and straight to my center. I couldn’t help but moan.

    “You like that don’t you slut!” She shoved her fingers deeper into my throat making me almost gag. “All you want is to be fuck huh! Thats all I was ever to you. A means to get yourself off.” Her anger was frightening but it still sent tingles to my pussy.

    She suddenly kicked my legs apart and shoved four fingers into my pussy. Without letting me adjust she instantly started pounding her hand into my pussy.

    I moaned loudly around her fingers. My hands going down to try and stop her from moving. It was too much but it felt so good.

    She was too strong. Or I was too weak.

    “You’re such a whore y/n.” She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and wrapped them tightly around my neck. Still shoving her fingers in my pussy she pushed me into one of the open rooms. Using her foot to slam the door shut she removed both her hands and threw me on the bed. Her anger making her even stronger than normal.

    Before I could move or do anything she climbed on top of me. Both hands on my neck. Not enough to choke me to death but enough for me to feel a decrease in ability to breath. I struggled against her to no avail. But I was also so turned on. I never had been treated so roughly. I had always been the one treating the other rough or hard. Even with my male lovers.

    It was hot.

    So hot in fact I moaned as she continued to choke me.

    “You are such a fucking slut.” She removed one of her hands and slapped my exposed nipple which was already hard. She took it in her fingers and pulled hard. I moaned, arching my back from the pain. My hand going to hers to try and stop her from pulling my sensitive nipple any harder.

    She growled and grabbed my hand. Removing the one from my neck I tried to struggle free but she held my arms tight. Next thing I knew I hear a click and cold metal and rubber on my hands. She’d locked my hands into the handcuffs on the bedposts that I hadn’t noticed.

    “Fuck Ash. Please! I’m sorry.” I squirmed.

    Growling she pushed my hips down. Quickly grabbing my feet she reached over to the bedposts on the end of the bed and quickly attached my feet. Now I couldn’t move any of my limbs and could only barely wiggle.

    She stood up on the bed. Giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy and giving her a perfect view of me tied up.

    “Good.” She smacked my cheek lightly then hopped off the bed rummaging through the drawers that sat to the left.

    “Ash I’m…”

    “Don’t fucking say anything!” She interrupted. She pulled out what looked to be a riding crop whip and something in her hand that I couldn’t see enough to know what it was.

    She came over and went straight to my face. I finally saw what it was. A ball gag.

    “Ash, no, please?!” I cried desperately. The gag was huge. It probably would barely fit in my mouth if not at all.

    “I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She brought the whip across my pussy lips and I moaned at the harsh contact. She took advantage of my open mouth. Shoving the ball in my mouth and securing the straps behind my head. “Better.”

    I watched as she dragged the whip across my belly. She slapped my belly with it. Making my back arch a bit. I moaned around the ball in my mouth.

    “You’re such a fucking slut y/n.” She whipped my nipples making me moan yet again. My pussy was dripping wet already. “I bet you only walked in here because you knew that I was here and you just wanted to fuck me.” She whipped my tits hard again. “You’re such a fucking whore for taking advantage of my blindfold y/n.” She continued to whip the same nipple throughout her talking. “I fucking hate you for what you did to me.” The whip instantly went south. Coming down harder on my pussy than it had on my nipples.

    I moaned. Arching my back as far as the restraints would let me.

    “You like that you fucking little, cock-sucking, pussy-eating whore slut of a cheater?” She smacked my pussy harder then letting the wide tip flick my clit. Almost overstimulating my wanting pussy.

    She stopped whipping me and turned towards the drawers.

    She rummaged then pulled out a massive dildo vibrator. It had to be the largest I had ever seen. It had to be at least 9 inches long and 4 inches wide.

    She came over placing the tip on my wet pussy just above my clit. “Now I know for a fact that before you left me you had never had a dick this big before.” She moved it around on my clit. Making me moan through the red ball gag. “Now unless you’ve been with anyone else, that still remains true. Have you?”

    I shook my head no.

    She reached up and smacked my right breast. “Good. That means I can fucking tear this pussy apart as much as I want.” She started pushing the dick in my pussy.

    I screamed through the gag. Pulling at my restraints trying to close my legs. It was so fucking big. Bigger than I ever had before. It felt like it was ripping my pussy apart.

    I shook my head no furiously. Wishing for the pain to start.

    Ash just continued. Shoving the dildo even deeper into me until it was fully sheathed.

    “Good Girl.” She stroked my clit. Only giving me 20 seconds to adjust she started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. At first it hurt like hell.

    But then the pleasure started.

    “Ohh Fuuuu” I swore through the gag. The pleasure almost overwhelming as she continued to move it faster.

    Then it started vibrating.

    I couldn’t even moan. I was on cloud 9. The dildo hit my g-spot perfectly so when the vibrations started I lost all concept of the world.

    Hell I couldn’t even remember my name.

    “Thats a good little slut.” Ash pet my tits as I squirmed and made silent moans. “Hmm yes.”

    I opened my eyes to see Ash playing with her pussy as she pushed the dildo in and out of my pussy.

    I couldn’t keep my eyes off her hands.

    She fucked me for only a few minutes before I felt my orgasm coming close.

    But Ash knew.

    Just as I was about to go over the edge. The dildo was gone.

    “Not yet y/n. You need to please mistress first.”

    I nodded yes. My body was shiny from sweat and my wrists hurt from being tied up and pulling on them.

    She moved her hands to my face. Sitting on my stomach. Her wet pussy lips on my skin.

    “You going to be a good girl and listen to me? You’re not allowed to speak unless I say you can. And you are to call me mistress from now on.”

    I nodded yes.

    She reached behind my head. Taking the ball gag off. I flexed my chin. It was tense but fine. She then uncuffed me. She was still sitting on me but I didn’t dare touch her.

    “Now, slut, I want you to eat me out.” Ash moved so her pussy was above my lips.

    “Yes mistress.” I responded.

    I felt the whip on my pussy.

    “Did I say you could speak Bitch!?”

    “No…” I whimpered as another hard slash came to my pussy.

    “Shut the fuck up slut and eat your mistress out.”

    I gladly did so. Lifting my head up to meet her pussy lips I licked the delicious wetness.

    I first teased her a little. Refusing to let my tongue touch her clit or her entrance.

    When I felt a hard whip across my stomach I knew it was time to stop teasing so I quickly took her clit in my lips. Sucking on it I drew a moan from her lips.

    “Fuck” I thought to myself, “She’s so hot this way” I continued to eat her out. Swirling my tongue in her wet folds then dipping it in her entrance. Easily tongue fucking her with my long tongue I always prided myself in having.

    “Yes just like that slut.” She moaned and gently whipped my pussy lips. Almost like she was whipping a horse to get it to move. “Fucking eat your mistresses pussy.”

    I moved my hands so I could use them. Instantly inserting two fingers in her tight pussy. Eliciting a moan from my mistress. I curled my long fingers, desperately searching for my mistresses g-spot.

    “FUCK yes right there you little whore!” Was what she said and I knew I had found it.

    I quicken my thrusting pace. Purposely hitting her g-spot.

    It wasn’t long before…

    “Fuck! I’m cumming!”

    Last minute decision I pulled my fingers out. Circling her clit and building her pressure fast. I opened my mouth.

    My decision came with its rewards as my mistress squirted all over my face. I moaned licking my lips as I tasted her cum.

    “Fuck. For that slut I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Ash said after she had come down from her high and finished squirting.

    She quickly climbed off me and fished a large 10 inch strapon out of the desk. Pulling it out she put it on. “Get on all fours slut.”

    I did. Whimpering as I saw she brought out a flogger whip.

    Without saying anything she came over and started whipping my ass.

    As much as it hurt it just added to the wetness that was already dripping from my pussy.

    Finally to my satisfaction she lined the huge strapon with my pussy lips and thrusted into me.

    I moaned loudly as she instantly started pumping her hips fast. Not bothering to let me adjust.

    “You like that slut?” She grabbed my hair. “You like being fucked by your angry mistress?” She pulled my hair so I was looking at her. “Answer me whore!”

    “Yes! Yes Mistress! I love it!” I cried out.

    “Good. Now fucking talk to me slut. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you.”

    “Please mistress. I need you to fuck me so hard. I’m so fucking wet for you. I wanna cum on your dick miss. Please fuck me so hard mistress!” I yelled out as she quickened her pace.

    “Good little slut.” She continued to whip me while fucking me. Just adding to my layers of pleasure.

    “Fuck Miss I’m going to cum!”

    Ash pulled out. Quickly turning me around so my back was to her she roughly played with my clit as I reached my orgasm.

    “Squirt for me baby. Fucking squirt. Let me see all that cum”

    Her words pushed me over the edge and I squirted so hard. Screaming as my climax came.

    She continued playing with my clit till I had finished squirting.

    Then both of us collapsed on the bed. Too exhausted from our orgasms to do anything.

    I moved so my head was resting on her breasts. Taking in her smell.

    I had missed it.

    Ash stroked my hair.

    I looked up after we both caught our breaths.

    “Ash I’m sorry.”

    Ash’s deep blue eyes looked into mine passionately. “I know.”

    We fell asleep in each others arms there in the room. Not caring if anyone walked in on us in each others arms.

    And internally I told myself I would never leave her again. Ever.

    Thanks for reading guys! I always feel like no one puts the cuddle time after a fun bdsm session in their stories so I tried my best. I hope you enjoyed it!

    Comment and vote!

    -Kyra

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    Thanks for your patience guys!

    This one is kinda short but hope you like it!

    -Kyra


  • Shannon 2

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    Margie had thoroughly out wrestled and dominated Shannon in their first

    meeting. The older wrestler had returned to her corner, where she

    waited, arms draped over the ropes, relaxing her full body for the next

    fall. Shannon was lying flat on the mat in her corner, her new partner

    Marlin toweling and massaging strength back into her abused young body.

    Whispering encouraging words into her ear, as well as some wrestling

    advice, she gradually brought back the sobbing sultry young wrestler

    back to normal. ..she had really taken a beating at Margie’s hands and

    was somewhat demoralized.

    The next bout would bring Marlin and Shannon, against Margie and

    Kimberly, or Kim. Marlin and Shannon could almost be twins were it not

    for their age difference. Marlin was pushing her late thirties. Both

    had beautiful sultry faces, semi premed brunette hair, full, ripe,

    voluptuous bodies, and an overall sensual aura that turned men and women

    on when they were present. Marlin was an experienced wrestler who

    specialized in technical submission holds of all types. She had reduced

    many opponents to a screaming, crying submission as she applied her

    holds. She realized Shannon had very strong legs and encouraged her to

    take the initiative in the next fall and put her scissors to work.

    We know Margie well by now but her new partner Kimberly needs an

    introduction. Young, 19, tall, 5’7″, fairly heavy 138#, stunning blonde.

    Muscular legs with some fat, broad spreading ass, round tummy, full

    large tits, hair done up and full makeup, she could be in the movies.

    She wore a pink string bikini which barely covered her lush curves.

    Her large tits standing up and out and her broad ass stretching the

    thin fabric of the bikini bottom. Her pubic hair and vaginal lips were

    clearly outlined by t he tight fabric. Standing next to Margie the two

    were an awesome pair; both were larger than their brunette rivals, and

    Margie by far the meaner, but Kimberly was new and was not that familiar

    with the holds. Her scissors was good but she had a hard time applying

    it as she didn’t know how to position her opponents yet.

    Shannon had recovered and was standing, glaring at Margie. Sandy

    explained the rules to the newcomers and then rang the bell to start the

    match. The first two to wrestle would be Marlin vs. Kimberly.

    Both women approached the ring center and began to circle. Kimberly’s

    broad ass jiggling as she bounced. Suddenly they came together and

    locked up, Marlin applied an arm lock then used it to flip Kim.

    Wham! Thud! The big young blonde hit the mat, sitting up as she was met

    by Marlin who immediately applied an arm lock then used it to flip Kim.

    Thud! The entire body of the blonde shook with the impact, momentarily

    stunned she sat up only to be placed in the arm lock again, stood up and

    flipped again. This went on for several times until she was stunned and

    weakened so she couldn’t stand up. Marlin ran to her corner and

    tagged Shannon who immediately ran in and applying an arm lock to the

    same hurting arm of the blonde, stood her up and with a yell flipped her

    again.

    Wham! Thud! Again Kimberly saw stars as she hit the canvas, by now her

    entire body hurt from the impact of the flips. Shannon was on her in

    an instant. She applied an arm lock to the same arm only this time she

    didn’t flip her opponent, she applied pressure to the bent and hurting

    arm. Kimberly screamed out with the pain which encouraged Shannon to

    increase the pressure. The stunning young blonde was sitting on her

    big spread ass with Shannon kneeling next to her applying pressure to

    the bent arm t hat was twisted and bent back and up over her shoulder.

    Shannon smiled then broke into a giggle as Kim pleaded for mercy.

    Shannon continued to throttle the arm, intending to damage it so that

    Kimberly would only be able to use her other arm, and that the sultry

    young brunette did. Kimberly began crying real tears of pain as Shannon

    looked at Marlin and smiled, her full lips parted in exertion.

    Shannon next stood Kimberly up, throttled the twisted arm. then pulling

    her backwards, slammed her to the mat, keeping the torturous hold

    applied.

    “Want to try my legs sweetie or do you want me to keep hurting your

    arm”, giggled Shannon to her suffering opponent.

    “Ohhh OOoohhh mmyyy arrmmm pleassse Shannon, sstoppp. yourrr hurting

    meee sooo, ooowwww oowwwww pleeeeease Shannon,” wailed the suffering

    young blonde.

    “Oh honey it only hurts when I do this”, Shannon laughed as she brought

    the captured arm up and back even further. The sultry young brunette sat

    next to her captive and wrapped her strong legs around the plump, tender

    young stomach of the beautiful blond e teenager. She locked her ankles

    and positioned her thighs and calves so that they would cause maximum

    pressure on the tender young stomach they encircled. With a sudden jerk

    and squeeze, she snapped her scissors in place.

    “OOOOOfffffff aaaaarrruuuugghhhh eeeeooowwwwww aaaarryruugghhhh”, gasped

    and moaned Kimberly as Shannon tightened her legs. oohhhhh Shannon,

    arrruughhhh, yourrr legggss are like steeeel, arruughhh, ooohh

    pleeeeasee stooohhhhhpppp, arrruughhh,” wailed Kimberly as her sultry

    tormentor pythoned her legs.

    Shannon was loving it, she was getting even for the humiliation she

    suffered at the hands of Margie and Kimberly was paying for her last

    bout!

    It didn’t take long for Kimberly to begin to get light headed as the

    pain in her twisted arm and the breath being squeezed out of her by

    Shannon’s legs all took their toll, Shannon sensed this and when

    Kimberly stopped wailing and her head slumped forward she released

    the captured arm, unlocked her legs and quickly rolled Kimberly over

    onto her belly. She bent the same tortured arm back and up into a

    severe hammer lock which brought a shriek from her opponent. She then

    released the arm, went quickly to her head, rolled the limp blonde’s

    full body onto her belly, she also rolled onto her plump stomach, opened

    her legs, scooted down until the blonde’s head was up against her

    crotch, then reached back and lifted her groggy head so that it was just

    above her legs. With the blonde beauties head now between her thighs,

    she locked her ankles and snapped her legs shut, perfectly setting her

    reverse head scissors. Kimberly was hers and she intended to show these

    women what she could do.

    Kimberly felt as if a velvet vice had constricted around her head. Her

    face was against Shannon’s hard buttocks and the youngster’s meaty

    thighs were crushing her head. She slapped the mat with her hands and

    beat her feet in agony as Shannon pythoned her legs, increasing

    pressure, then easing, squeezing, then ease, and so it went. With her

    face firmly held up against the tight buttocks, Her nose became slightly

    wedged in Shannon’s pungent ass crack. Kimberly thought she could smell

    something and right she was as Shannon didn’t clean herself after

    Margie’s fingering of her young ass hole. Soon Kim would be introduced

    to Shannon’s nasty crotch smother! Shannon felt she had to show the

    other women she could wrestle, especially the cruel Margie, so she

    continued her torture of Kimberly with her constricting legs. The

    purple string thong disappeared up her ass crack and Kimberly was

    getting a whiff of her musky female odor as her nose was forced into the

    tight ass crack of the sultry brunette. Shannon raised up on her elbows

    adding maximum pressure to the trapped blonde head. Smiling at Marlin

    she laughed as she jerked her legs up and down brining moans and gasps

    from Kimberly. The blonde beauty had never felt such pressure on her

    head and Shannon was going to show no mercy as she applied

    continual pressure with her locked legs. Up and down Shannon went,

    almost doing push-ups as she pythoned her locked legs around the

    groaning blonde. Giving everyone her million dollar smile, she let out

    a whoop of triumph as she dominated her suffering opponent.

    Marlin taunted, “Honey, don’t put her out, use her to show us how well

    you can wrestle, ease up on her”…

    “Yea, good idea Marlin, I am really loving this, Kimberly sweetheart.

    want to wrestle me?” Shannon teased.

    “Aaaaahhhhh aaaarruuggghhhh ooohhhh oooohhhhhh”, gasped Kimberly as

    Shannon gave her thirty seconds of maximum leg pressure. She was very

    dizzy and her head rang from the constant pressure. She was definitely

    weakened by Shannon’s legs to the point the sultry young brunette could

    do with her what she pleased.

    Shannon uncrossed her ankles and slowly released the pressure of her

    legs allowing blood once more to flow into Kimberly’s head. The young

    blonde wrestler was so weak and dizzy her head fell to the mat when

    Shannon let her go. Unaware she had not submited and Sandy had not

    called the fall, she lay there trying to recover. Her broad buttocks

    spread and her large tits smashed to the canvas.

    Shannon stood up and for some reason, pulled the thong out of her ass

    crack, and turning to look into Margie’s eyes, stripped off the lower

    part of her wrestling suit…she was now nude from the waist down. her

    lush brown bush protruded from her crotch and her full vaginal lips

    were barley visible as they peeked out of her pubic hair between her

    legs. All the women noticed how they glistened with slick secretion,

    Shannon was excited!

    She walked around Kimberly who was beginning to get to her knees and

    dropped on top of her. Still on her belly, Kimberly collapsed flat to

    the mat as Shannon forced her legs apart and applied a grapevine from

    behind the girl.

    “EEEEoooooooowwwwww my legs, eeeoowwww, stop, your splitting me in half

    Shannon, eeoooww,” she wailed as Shannon forced her legs apart.

    :

    “Uhhnnn hheee hheee hheee uunhhh”, snorted and giggled the sultry

    brunette wrestler as she applied pressure. Once again she was using her

    strong young plump legs to dominate her opponent.

    “Like what I’m doing to your partner Margie”. she taunted.

    “Have fun sweat pea, I love your choice of holds, I don’t know her and

    don’t care what you do to her, just remember, you and I get to wrestle

    again,” replied Margie, fascinated by the wrestling she was seeing.

    As Shannon spread her legs, all could look up into her pink gash and see

    the mush oozing from it…they all knew the sexual excitement that was

    burning in the young brunette’s loins….she was unbelievably sexy as

    she smiled and giggled as she wrestled th e suffering blonde. Kimberly’s

    legs were spread and bent up backwards in the reverse grapevine, a very

    uncomfortable combination. Shannon loved to hear her squeal in pain so

    she rhythmically applied pressure to the spread then eased, almost

    setting up a rocking motion as she worked the painful leg hold on the

    young blonde. Looking from the feet of both women, Shannon was bare and

    spread for all to enjoy and Kimberly was spread with her pink thong

    wedged tightly against her vagina and ass crack. Shannon was so sexy

    and the fact she was willing to bare her most private parts for the

    women to see let them know she was definitely getting turned on as she

    worked over her voluptuous blonde opponent, Kimberly was now moaning and

    pleading for release as Shannon went up on her hands further enabling

    her to add more sideways pressure to her spread legs. Several throttles

    had her blonde victim slapping the mat and screaming she was being split

    in half by the strong legs of Shannon. So far she had been devastated by

    those legs…first a series of scissors holds and now this, a crippling

    grapevine, finally Kimberly couldn’t take any more and broke down

    crying. Shannon wasn’t through with her, so after another few minutes of

    steady leg spreading pressure, she untangled her legs and rolled off the

    sobbing blonde.

    Kneeling next to the prostrate body she quickly slapped on a hammer

    lock, bending the twisted arm up between the shoulder blades of the hurt

    blonde. She wanted Kimberly to recover enough to wrestle. Looking at

    Marlin she laughed, thoroughly enjoying do minating her sexy blonde

    rival.

    “Get her champ”, cheered Marlin, “take your time with her and give her

    a wrestling lesson she’ll never forget, let’s see what holds you know

    honey.”

    Kimberly Was beginning to recover a little and sensing this Shannon

    allowed her to clumsily get to her knees. She quickly scooted behind

    her to keep the hammer lock in place, but it was merely a restraining

    hold to keep Kimberly from tagging out while s he recovered. Shannon’s

    white spread ass was beautiful as she kneeled behind Kimberly.

    Kimberly’s full body was spectacular as she knelt in front of her

    brunette tormentor. Her full large tits stuck out and her broad ass

    spread even more as her legs compressed the full flesh. No doubt she

    was beautiful, but not a wrestler yet.


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  • Her Daughter’s Dildo

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    Claire , cleaning her daughter Amy’s room finds Amy’s dildo- finally. She unwraps it, she licks it and she uses it

    PART ONE

    Clare discovered the dildo when she was tidying Amy’s room; it was under her mattress in a plastic bag. She tried to be horrified but of course she wasn’t; she had spent quite some time searching, or ‘prying’ might be a better word, before she found it and for some minutes she sat on her daughter’s bed feeling guilty at what she had just done with the unwrapped offending item in her hands- then she licked it.

    She could taste pussy juice on it; Amy’s pussy juice she assumed and now she put it in her mouth and sucked. Kneeling on the bed she yanked her panties down to her knees then leaned forward so she could fuck herself doggy style with her daughter’s dildo. It was big and she thought of Amy, in her room stuffing it up her pussy. The vision got her even wetter and she fingered herself before pulling the dildo from her mouth and sliding it in to her vagina. It went in so deep and she felt so full but after a half dozen strokes she was twisting it, angling it this way and that in an attempt to satisfy the craving she felt.

    The dress she wore was pulled up to her waist with her butt bare but it was annoying now and she used her spare hand to pull it all the way over her head then reached back to undo the clasp on her bra and let it slide down her arms leaving her nude.

    She knelt with her forehead on the bed, her ass up in the air, the dildo alone deep in her pussy and fantasized the situation of Amy coming home and discovering her like this.Before she could move she had the first orgasm. She took hold of the dildo and pounded herself achieving one orgasm after another and leaving the duvet cover more than a little damp.

    Now, though, she lay on her tummy and let the delicious thoughts of Amy finding her run through her mind. Not that she would, of course, mothers don’t do that. All the same it was nice to dream sometimes…

    She snapped out of her reverie and stripped the wet cover off the inner taking it to the laundry. A new cover from the hot water cupboard on the inner and she worked out her excuse- top came off her drink bottle. Then she realized- the dildo. It had had Amy’s juices on it when she found it but now it had hers- lots of hers. She put it in her mouth and savored her juices as she sucked it clean. Too clean perhaps so she wiped it against her pussy to get some more juice on it then put it back in the plastic bag and slipped it back where she remembered finding it.

    Still horny as fuck she stayed naked while she finished the housework. She considered staying nude for when Amy got home from school but it was an idle fancy and she chickened out putting a tee shirt and shorts on then going to the kitchen to get afternoon tea ready for Amy and which ever friend she brought home.

    Amy arrived home from school with her usual friend Melissa, and, after bursting in to the kitchen through the back door, demanded to know what there was to eat cause she and Melissa were starving. Clare allowed herself a little smile as she thought of what she’d like them to eat then pulled the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven.

    “Oh hi Melissa, hello darling,” she said sweetly to her daughter, ‘. Let me see, I thought you might have company Hon so I’ve got a fruit smoothie each in the refrigerator plus I’ve done a tray of blueberry muffins, these chock chip cookies and there’s actual real fruit as well if you’re that hungry.”

    “Sit at the table guys and I’ll bring it all over.”

    They sat in stunned silence; was this perfect mom the depressing shrew of a mother they were both used to? In the kitchen Clare pottered away frantically trying to eavesdrop. They talked quietly though; giving nothing, nothing of interest, away so Clare excused herself and went down to her bedroom just to have a rest on her bed for ten minutes or so.

    It was no use; she was still too darned horny and as she lay on her side her fingers slid under the waist band down to her cunt and she rolled onto her back with her legs flopped open as she frigged herself imagining what the girls would be getting up to behind Amy’s door.

    They were in there now, she had heard the door shut and she tried to imagine what Melissa’s looked like. They all seemed to shave these days; Amy sure did and the few times she had seen it Claire had just wanted to dive into it and lick her dry. So with the fantasies to fuel her imagination she frigged herself under her shorts and came. In fact this time she gushed.

    “Bugger,” she thought pulling the satin shorts off along with the tee shirt which was also a bit wet. Naked again she opened her door slightly to check. Good; Amy’s door was shut. Claire could have got something out of her drawer or wardrobe but this was more exciting; she would walk naked past Amy’s room down and along to the kitchen- the laundry area was off that.

    She could feel the goose bumps on her skin as she eased out from the safety of her room and stood naked in the hallway. Amy’s door was still closed but as she reached it she could hear them talking excitedly.

    “Well what else explains it?” She heard. “This is your Mom’s dress, see…here. Smell that…that’s pussy, your mom’s pussy juice on her dress and this duvet cover is new on since this morning you said…”

    “She found it, bet she did.”

    Transfixed Claire stood naked outside the door – she had forgotten about her dress! Meanwhile the girls continued with their detective work.

    “She put it the other way round!” she heard Amy say and the sharp intake of breath from Melissa in reply.

    “It’s wet, lick it. Go on; I dare you to.”

    There was a pause then Melissa’s voice.

    “Go on, I dare you, lick the dildo. Oh come on Amy! You lick it after you’ve used it on me!”

    Another pause then she heard the sound of someone, Amy she hoped, sucking noisily on something- presumably the Dildo while Melisa gasped and said a long and fascinated sounding.

    “Oh my God.”

    Then she heard “yum’ followed by a silence then more noisy sucking sounds and Melissa’s voice saying “oooh yummy. Your Mom tastes nice.”

    “Yeah, I wonder if we could sneak up and watch her, you know doing it.”

    There was a gasp then the giggles and suddenly Clare saw the door knob turn. She had to go, there was only one way and that was towards the kitchen as the way back to her room was visible from Amy’s doorway. As she hurried, treading as quietly as she could, she realized she had left her bedroom door open. By now she felt safe, in the kitchen and she went through into the enclave that was the laundry to put her dirty clothes in the bucket to soak.

    “Mom,” she heard Amy call.

    They were at her bedroom door then she heard the foot steps coming down the hallway towards her and she had no where to hide and then they were there and they were wearing clothes and she wasn’t.

    Both of them were grinning and Amy was holding the dildo.

    Clare blushed; she had been caught dead to rights and felt utterly humiliated. It was nothing like the huge rush she had fantasized; instead she felt embarrassed and dirty. Imagine being discovered like this by her daughter and her friend. There was nothing sexual about this, that was for sure, just unbearable humiliation.

    She did her best to cover herself and had her face down too so she wouldn’t have to look them in the eye. Feeling so ridiculous; all she wanted now was to get some clothes on and at least look respectable again but that didn’t seem likely to happen-. they had reached out, both of them, to pull her hands away and now she faced them totally exposed.

    And she looked so miserable. Suddenly Amy felt protective. It was her mom there. Yes her Mom looking utterly ridiculous for sure but it was still her mom and she looked so sad and Amy realized with a start that she didn’t want that. She hated seeing Mom like that; feeling so stupid and now she wanted to shut the world out so it could be just them.

    She put the stupid dildo on the bench and moved quickly to her, wrapping her arms round her silly naked mother to squeeze her as hard as she could.

    “It’s OK,” she whispered and the sad little figure she was hugging shook then burst into tears.

    Melissa silently made her farewells; getting her bag and pulling the back door to after backing out with a final wave for them both.

    And then they were on their own.

    Claire, who was still wanting to get dressed, wondered how long Amy wanted to cuddle her. Not that there was any reason why she should after she had found out her mother was snooping on her and doing disgusting things to herself to say nothing of wandering around the house stark naked. Like what normal mother would do that?

    Amy had been caressing her, stroking her hair and across her shoulders as she cuddled her and that had been nice but now the hand was caressing further and Claire knew she shouldn’t encourage it; but it was nice and despite her misgivings she raised her arms to clasp her hands behind Amy’s neck while Amy continued to use her left hand to caress her body.

    It has strayed down to Claire’s butt and Amy seemed to like having her hand there. Claire tensed then relaxed; she liked it there too.

    “I love you.”

    Claire had been relaxed in Amy’s hug when the words hit her- right out of the blue “I love you.”

    She felt the tears coming back and blinked hard to stop them. Even so she couldn’t speak managing just a nod and a teary little smile.

    “It’s just us really, isn’t it?”

    “Oh God yes!” Claire wanted to shout but she wasn’t up to doing that so she looked up into her daughter’s eyes made another little smile and nodded.

    Amy kissed her- on the lips. Not a great big French kiss. No, but it was still a kiss that meant something. Then she pressed her cheek against Claire’s and whispered in her ear.

    “I’m glad Melissa’s gone- so we can be alone.”

    Her voice was husky, breathy and the hand cupping Claire’s butt cheek squeezed- hard..

    “Do you,” Claire finally managed to ask.

    The hand moved around and over Claire’s hip then across and settled over her shaven pussy.

    “Yeah.”

    “Me too.”

    “I want a real kiss now,” Amy kissed the tip of her mom’s nose with that then parted her lips and waited. Claire’s lips came forward and latched on to her daughter’s. Now she showed the passion she felt for Amy as she kissed her.

    “This is so wrong,” she managed before going back into her kiss.

    “Yeah; dreadful.”

    “I don’t want to lead you astray.”

    “Lead me what? Catch up is more like it.”

    They both grinned at that and Amy led Claire to the master bedroom getting her to lie on the bed and watch as she stripped off.

    “Where are they?” she asked; looking around innocently.

    “As if you didn’t know Miss,” Claire retorted and they both laughed as Amy went to the second drawer down and pulled out a bag full of sex toys.

    “Did Dad ever use these?”

    “No honey. Sex for your father was him telling me he wanted it, not ‘me’ always ‘it’.”

    She smiled at her daughter’s puzzled look.

    ‘Then I got to blow him and usually his cock stunk of dried urine- theirs can smell too you know.”

    She pulled a face and Amy grinned back at her.

    ‘Then when he said he was ready I got into position to get fucked and he always came inside me then while I went to the bathroom he moved back to his side to avoid the wet patch and went to sleep; I had to put a towel or something over it and try to sleep round it.”

    Amy thought for a while taking it all in.

    “Wow! Lucky Trudy,” she commented- in reference to her dad’s current girlfriend- at last and for that she got a huge hug from her mother.

    “Silly Bitch.”

    She grinned as she heard what Claire has muttered then grabbed her above the knees to pull her down; helpless with her legs wide open.

    There it was, bald, wet and open- her mom’s pussy. She had dreamed of doing what she was about to do. So often she had wanted to get another sight of it and whenever she had- oh it was so perfect.

    “You know I’ve always fancied you, huh?”

    She did; for all the spats and points scoring in their relationship since Charles and walked out to “find himself” she had known that Amy had, well, feelings, for her and she had had them too for Amy. So she smiled up at her, nodded and whispered,

    “Yeah.”

    She moved her legs wider longing to feel Amy’s wet tongue in her cunt. Amy, who was so looking forward to this too, lowered her head as slowly as she could wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. She kissed it first then licked, long slow strokes. Claire pulled on the sides to present all her wet pink pussy for Amy while Amy used one hand to push a finger into her Mom’s butt hole and played with her nipples with the other.

    It didn’t take long and Claire did gasp but she squirted so soon after that Amy didn’t have a chance and got drenched. She wiped her face with her hand then sucked her fingers clean.

    “My God! I have never in my life seen someone do that- no wonder there was a wet patch on the bed.”

    Claire grinned back at her.

    ‘No, no I never did that with your father Hon. Today’s the first day I ever gushed like that- since I found your dildo and had a fantasy about you using it.”

    “Oh slow down mother dear, you’ll have me blushing.”

    “Well it’s true. Oh God I can barely move and I want to do you.”

    Amy wanted her to do her too. She craved her mother’s tongue in her pussy but she could see that she was exhausted; the whole thing had left her spent and right now what she needed to do was rest.

    “Come on, I can wait for a bit, lets get you showered and I’ll pop you in my bed while I strip this one and sponge down certain marks huh?”

    They pulled silly faces at each other but Claire was getting more tired by the minute. Amy got her to the bathroom and sat her on the loo while she got the shower right then helped her in and stood under the spray with her as she cleaned her up. Once she had her dried and powdered .she helped her down to her bed and popped her between the sheets.

    By the time she had reached the door her mother was asleep. She turned off the light and walked purposefully back to her Mom’s room. It was amazing; she had so much energy and she knew exactly what to do. First; strip the bed, second take all the dirty stuff to the laundry, third sponge the mattress where it had been gushed on ( she smiled as she remembered being hit by the blast), lastly, leave it to dry.

    It was nice wandering around naked she decided, smiling at the though that her Mom had been right about that too, and her wandering took her to the kitchen. It wasn’t late, only dinner time really, maybe a bit past that but so much had happened that day.

    She had taken charge: that was one thing. It had been so easy too- and it wasn’t frightening either which was a huge surprise. And now she was in her mother’s kitchen having to decide what to make for dinner. What a bitch she had been over dinners! She had gone out of her way to be impossible. Why? To punish her mother for losing a man who walked out on her?

    God she was stupid; why hadn’t she supported her instead of acting like that?

    Subdued now she decided on a ham and tomato omelet – with lots of salt for her dinner.. It was nice and she felt pleased with herself for making it so well but she couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t settle and she knew why.

    There was one place she wanted to be; cuddled up next to her Mom. She opened the door slowly and peeked in. Her mom was still fast asleep and Amy listened fascinated as she heard little snoring sounds from time to time and saw how limp her body was. Having her pussy licked would have been nice but right then this was even nicer and she slipped in to cuddle up against her mom’s back.It wasn’t going to be just about her any more and with that noble thought in mind she closed her eyes and drifted off too.

    When she awoke next morning she found Claire was already awake and had rolled over to be facing her.

    “I’ve been waiting for you,” Claire told her brushing the hair out of Amy’s eyes.

    They smiled then leaned forward and kissed. After that they cuddled.

    “Stay home today Hon, I’ll ring the School.”

    “Yeah.”

    She wanted to say that they needed to talk; that things had changed but didn’t know exactly what to say and said nothing.

    ‘You and me huh,” Claire said her words back to her.

    Amy smiled but Clair had more to say.

    “We’re equals now Hon, we’ll make the decisions together huh but honestly I love being with you and all that but Melissa is your main squeeze really. Oh shush, no, you’re not being disloyal to me but you have to work at a relationship to keep it going. Text her and make plans for after school.”

    Um, oh? Well, Ok then and a subdued Amy sent a half hearted text to her friend then put the phone on the bedside table while she waited for the reply.

    “I think from now till four should be just enough time to lick you out,” Claire remarked casually as she studied her nails with rather more interest than they deserved.

    “You can be just plain wicked, I hope you know that,” Amy declared getting an evil grin back for her trouble.

    She did lick her out after breakfast and showers- more than once too getting a turn on her back as well. They were both naked when Melissa turned up and after the chocolate chip cookies that Melissa texted she was hanging out for they made a daisy chain on the lounge floor until Claire excused herself and slipped away to do something.

    There was a girl at College she had had feeling for- Meredith Connelly. She’d have a different name for sure but sometimes women keep their names these days. Not holding out much hope she went on face book and typed in Meredith Connelly (please don’t do that by the way) and there she was; fifth one she checked and she looked just the same- well a bit older and more sophisticated.

    The memories flooded back; Meredith and her in bed together on a rainy Sunday afternoon, Meredith and her crammed into the tiny shower box and the two of them gazing into each others eyes over their coffees in that little café they used to love.

    What to write? She finally settled on something and pressed send.

    “Better get dressed really,” she decided trying not to look back at her screen again. It was over; what had happened had happened years ago; people move on; find new things to do, form new relationships.

    She had decided on the thong by the time the phone rang. Picking it up straight away she answered “hello, Claire here.”

    “Meredith here Carpet Muncher,” she got back

    “Oh My God! You rang! I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”

    “You? No I heard you’d got married and I didn’t want to intrude- but how’s things”

    And Claire told her about the break up and how things were tight now between herself and Amy while Meredith explained her situation and Claire found that she was lying on her back with one hand holding the phone and the other working her pussy as she listened to Meredith.

    They would meet at her place that Friday night and stay over till Sunday afternoon- late Sunday afternoon. They would all go, Melissa too. It had sounded good; Meredith still had feelings for her and she knew she still adored her.

    Why had she gone and married Charles then? What a stupid move that had been. Then she pulled herself up with a jolt; if she hadn’t married Charles she wouldn’t have had Amy and not having her was unimaginable. It was a funny old thing life, she decided then looked at herself in the mirror and smiled- hers was getting a whole lot better.

    Part Two

    Melissa’s heart had been in her mouth when she had gathered her things and let herself out that afternoon, so sure that Amy’s affections would all now be for her mother. She had seen the way Amy had looked at her mom and knew that she made three and right then it was a crowd. She had walked home with her cell phone in her hand; just on the off chance, so she didn’t miss a call but there wasn’t one.

    Her mother knew something was up but managed not to ask. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Melissa went to her friend Amy’s place after school because they were romantically involved. That was a nicer way of putting it, she had thought, than any of the others which she felt were just a little distasteful. But Melissa was upset; she hardly touched her dinner and after helping in the kitchen, where she had looked very pale, she excused herself and went up to her room.

    Ten minutes later her mom, Cynthia, had crept along to Melissa’s door thinking she might need some company. She stopped when she heard the sobbing, lingered for a few moments then tactfully withdrew; Melissa would tell her when she was ready and she went back to the kitchen, got the silver out and polished it furiously to keep her mind occupied.

    Melissa spent a miserable night tossing and turning but by morning she still hadn’t had a call or even a message- and how hard would that have been? And then she felt guilty for she knew exactly how ‘easy’ it would have been. Her Mom asked her if she would like to stay home but she had decided she would go school, after all there was a rumor going round about Amy and her and if Amy was off, if she was, and she was off too, well that would make things even worse. Wouldn’t it?

    She didn’t mind the rumor but she knew some of them would turn their noses up at them because they were yucky lesbians and “it wasn’t normal, well it wasn’t, was it?”

    The text came through in first period when her phone was on silent and she didn’t have a chance to look at it until morning recess. She read the message then sat with the mobile clutched to her heart and her other hand over her eyes so they wouldn’t see the tears; Amy still wanted her.

    She sent her reply and suddenly she was her usual bubbly self again- to everyone’s immense relief. The day dragged, as they do when you’d much rather be somewhere else, but finally it ended and she was able to walk as nonchalantly as she could to Amy’s place.

    ‘Strip off in the kitchen Hon,” she heard Clare call out to her and thought how confident she sounded now. As she stripped Claire came out, naked and looking perfectly relaxed in her skin. She helped Melissa get her last few things off then gave her a naked hug.

    ‘Amy and I did some baking for you darling,” Claire told her implying it was mainly a labor of love by Amy with herself in the background helping here and there as needed. Melissa’s face had lit up when she heard that Amy had done these for her and she had a big smile on her face when her darling came in to join them.

    They sat down to a nude afternoon tea all chattering away happily with all knowing that this time three wasn’t a crowd at all. After the dishes were rinsed off they had trooped into the lounge, lain on the floor and formed a daisy chain. Amy arranged it and she had her mouth at Claire’s pussy, Melissa’s mouth was at Amy’s and Claire’s mouth was at Melissa’s.

    To her surprise Melissa discovered that Claire was a fantastic pussy licker and after a little resistance due to not having The tongue in her box Melissa relaxed to let her legs flop open and have Claire’s tongue explore her down there. She in turn licked Amy out and could tell by the movements Claire was making that Amy was doing a great job on her.

    They all came; once they had their first the orgasms they just came, sometimes all at once while other times one would have one then after a pause the next one would too and so on. A half hour into it Claire had told them there was someone she had to ring, it was probably nothing but she just felt she should call her- she wouldn’t be long.

    She rang Meredith of course and after agreeing arrangement with her darling had gone back in to tell the girls. They, meantime, had overcome their sense of loss, and Melissa lay on her back with Amy nose down in her pussy while shoving three, or was it four, fingers up Melissa’s vagina. Discretely Claire waited until Melissa jerked, went rigid, then relaxed.

    “We’re going to stay with an old college friend of mine- all of us,” she eyeballed Melissa to let her know the decision had been made and she had no choice in the matter- she was coming. Then she told them all about it.

    They loved hearing about Meredith calling Amy’s Mom “Carpet Muncher”; it was a term they hadn’t heard before and it had them in fits-Carpet Muncher? Go figure. They also loved hearing about this college romance Claire had kept secret all these years and couldn’t wait to meet this Meredith lady who still held the key to Claire’s heart after all these long years.

    “Long” was painfully drawn out getting a face pulled by Claire and two grins in response from the girls.

    Amy was so happy she could feel the tears forming but she blinked them back not realizing the other two were feeling just the same then got drawn into a group hug with two emotional females and as if the condition was contagious found herself with tears running down her face just like them. She saw Melissa to the door after the usual post lovemaking shower.

    Melissa walked down the path a whole lot happier than the previous day; she was going to tell her Mom. She was; both of them said she should and she knew in her heart of hearts that she should too. What did she say? She had no idea but figured one word would pretty much follow another and she’d manage somehow.

    Cynthia, her mom had insisted she call her by her first name, wasn’t angry at all- she had guessed! Not only that she had insisted she was delighted for her and thrilled at the coming trip to see Claire’s old lover. She truly didn’t mind but she saw Melissa slipping away from her and though she and Melissa never really had ”those sorts of feelings” for each other it was nice to be the one your daughter came to confide in when it really, really mattered.

    So she had left Melissa to it managing to be bubbly until she got out of the room then let that horrible empty feeling hit her and had lain on her bed with that awful sense that you don’t actually matter to anyone.

    As it happened Melissa had come in later and they had a cuddle. Melissa had told her she was still her Mom and Amy’s mom was great as a lover but she still only had one mom and hadn’t she told her about her sex life so it wasn’t as if she was being left out or anything was it?

    And to her surprise her mom had pulled her over her lap, lifted her skirt up, yanked her thong down and alternately spanked her bottom and rubbed it affectionately telling her that her mother was a much darker horse than her beloved daughter perhaps realized.

    They ended up making love with the guilty feeling of disloyalty Melissa felt being partially offset by the knowledge that she was doing what Amy had done the night before and was probably doing right then too. Her mom was an astonishing kisser Melissa had found and though she felt she was pretty good herself she found herself barely able to keep up. After being kissed she found herself on her back with her legs pushed right over and her mother’s tongue in her vagina. After she had come her mother smacked her ass triumphantly, announced, “still got it!’” and leaned down to kiss her again and give her a taste of herself.

    Amy and Melissa walked to school together the next morning both with very satisfied looks on their faces. They told, they had agreed no secrets ever, but it didn’t matter because your own mother didn’t count. Well that was what Amy had announced and Melissa had been happy to go along with it glad that unreasonable jealousies weren’t surfacing- as they had with her the night before.

    After school on Friday the girls got home, put their bags inside, and with their cases for the trip already in the car they were off. It was a four hour drive to Meredith’s place and after an hour Amy was asleep, followed thirty minutes later by Melissa so Claire pulled up with two sleeping girls in the back. She had rung ahead when she was ten minutes away and Meredith was waiting in front of the garage door. As the car swung round to go towards her she had dropped her robe and stood naked in the light of the head lamps.

    “Exhibitionist slut!” Claire scoffed, a huge smile on her face.

    “For you, always,” Meredith answered sweetly and kissed her old girl friend with Mrs Clapshaw peering at them between her blinds from across the road.

    (She had always known there was something not right about that Ms Connelly woman and closed the drapes so no one would think she was a busy body. No, she had just been watching out for a neighbor when she saw the car lights go up the woman’s drive; it was no business to her what the two woman got up to into in the privacy of Ms Connelly’s bedroom- nor was it any of her concern if the Good Lord struck them down in their wickedness but it was a pleasant thought for her and it made a change from thinking how rarely her daughters visited. But then that was how it was these days; children just have no gratitude at all.)

    Lightning didn’t strike anyone at Meredith’s place down that night. They woke the girls and got the bags inside. It was a bit chilly, it certainly was on the drive with your robe lying on the concrete, and Meredith’s guests were relieved to see a fire going in the lounge. Without being told too the girls stripped off then stood side by side waiting to be told how pretty they were and what simply perfect bodies they each had.

    ‘Meredith did it as a boxing commentator at the start of the fight.

    “In the blue corner weighing in at six hundred , sorry typing error there, at one sixteen pounds- with tits to die for, an ass to kill for and legs that ..”

    “Yes?” Amy inquired, sounding just a little green eyed.

    ‘She uses to stand on- Melissa.”

    It was in fun but it wasn’t; like all girls these two were desperate to be thought of as beautiful and both the older ones knew that. Amy got just as glowing an appraisal and beamed just as brightly after it as Melissa had after hers.

    Meredith had supper all ready and spread a rug on the carpet so they could have it sprawled in front of the warm fire and not have to worry about spilling things on the carpet. The girls tucked right in having brought their immense teenager appetites with them and enjoyed the mulled wine Meredith insisted they were quite old enough to enjoy at their age.

    Claire said nothing but looked across at her friend a few times as if to say she could not believe how devious she was being. Meredith just looked innocently away only breaking in to a “guilty as charged” grin when Amy joined Melissa in being absolutely dead to the world. They covered them with a blanket, lifted their heads up to slip pillows under and sneaked away to go upstairs.

    Meredith closed the door after them and moved to Claire. Claire put her hand up.

    “Shit damn bugger and blast,” she fumed sitting dejectedly on the bed.

    “What?”

    “I didn’t give Melissa a chance to ring her Mom, she’ll be expecting a call.”

    “Shit! Yeah, what an idiot I am, look ring her and she can speak to me and …oh we’ll get Melissa to ring her in the morning.”

    And so they did and Cynthia who had been waiting all evening and most of the night was thrilled to hear from them and learn her girl was happy and right now was fast asleep in the lounge but if she and Amy woke in the night they had a bed ready for them and they could get Melissa to ring. She told them not to, if the girls woke the best place for them was in bed and she was a big girl; she could wait until morning.

    They all said their good byes and hung up.

    “She’s a sweet heart,” Meredith remarked and Claire nodded.

    Now though it was time to lie in the cuddle they had both been screaming for from the moment Meredith had made the call.

    Was there anyone else? No there wasn’t. Was the magic still there? They both knew by how excited hearing the others’ voice made them that it was. So; where to from here?

    That, Claire had figured on the drive over was where the problem might lie; they both owned their own homes and Melissa and Amy were such an item it would be unbearably cruel to break them up which coming to live with Meredith would mean and yet it wasn’t fair on Meredith, it was all so complicated really.

    She spelled it all out for Meredith expecting her to nod in agreement but she didn’t.

    “You really are dense sometimes Muncher,” she told her and ruffled her hair for her.

    “This is a house, that’s all; I don’t love it, I don’t worry about it, whether It’s happy or sad, or if I’ve done something to hurt its feelings- it’s a house.”

    Claire looked at her and waited.

    “I can sell it.”

    “And move in with me in my place?”

    “Maybe,” which Claire was aware in Meredith speak meant ‘no’.

    Then she sat up and pulled the lap top off the bedside table.

    “Have a look at this.”

    She showed Claire a few properties which were actually a good deal closer to Melissa’s Mom’s place but also in a better area and bigger. And when Claire had looked at the prices and sighed saying they were outside her budget she asked in a whisper what Claire thought this place was worth then when Claire hadn’t dared even guess she still blew her away with the answer.

    They made love after that. It wasn’t rushed or frantic like sometimes in the college days- it was better. They were both attentive lovers but both had to lower their control freak tendencies before they could just blimin well lie there and let the other be in control and get them off. Somehow they managed with Claire enjoying the sensual thrill of being manipulated to orgasm first. She did the same for Meredith but felt her touch still wasn’t as good as her dear friend’s. It was something she would work on.

    Meredith thought Claire’s touch was just fine and cuddled up to her after her orgasm wanting to go to sleep. No such luck and she was bundled over to the en suite shower and they had their first shower together in goodness knows how many years (nineteen, although neither wanted to admit it) then , after drying and powdering each other they got back into bed to fall asleep in each others’ arms.

    Amy and Melissa were still fast asleep when they went down stairs in the morning so they left them to it and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Neither of the girls was sure what woke them, the coffee or the bacon but wake they did and they brought their healthy appetite with them doing justice to the generous amount of food the two old dears were cooking.

    Melissa rang her mom after breakfast to her mom’s immense relief. She had really missed her and while Claire’s call the night before was nice…well it was so good to speak with Melissa- not that she was worried or anything but all the same…

    The four of them spent the week end together; they went places and walked along river banks or through beautiful glades mostly oblivious of their surroundings and locked in deep discussions as they shared. Saturday night was the four girl orgy and Sunday morning they lazed around wanting to put the drive back as long as possible.

    They left at three being aware they had to get Melissa home by seven or as close to it as they could because Monday was a school day and Melissa needed a good night’s sleep after the week end but mainly because they could see she was missing her mom and felt dreadful that she had forgotten to ring her on the Friday night.

    Claire hadn’t said anything about the mulled wine, she didn’t have to; it was obvious Meredith felt terrible about it but that was Meredith and one of the many good reasons why she loved her so much.

    The three of them would be living together in their new place soon with Melissa so welcome – and Cynthia too if she wanted. She had a bit of a “Muncher” past herself, Melissa had confided so she wouldn’t be at all surprised if some mature lady didn’t somehow turn up in their lives.

    “If she was half as nice as Meredith it would be wonderful,” she confided to them and both of them nodded happily in agreement- it would indeed.

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  • The Love of Money II – Chapter 27: Induction

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    Charity’s secret tryst turns into an open-door orgy

    “Ohhh fuuuuuck!” Charity groaned as she held me close. She was like a koala, clinging to me for dear life, her cheek pressed against mine so that I could hear every pant… every groan… every gasp in clear, high-definition quality.

    My steel-hard rod slid in and out of her with relative ease despite how tight she was, thanks to how utterly sloppy she was between her legs. Unsurprising, considering she’d been watching porn and playing with herself before I’d entered the room—it was quite possibly the wettest I’d ever felt from a woman. Erin always seemed soaking wet every time I came in contact with her pussy, but this was on a whole other level.

    Charity was far from a passive participant—her hands were tight around my neck, giving her the leverage to do half the work of moving up and down my shaft, aided by my hands on her firm ass. That meant I didn’t have to move my hips much, which was helpful for the mystery girl between my legs. My balls rested on her palm, her fingers gently curling around them as her fingernails lightly teased my sensitive skin between the base of my cock and my ass. Tender lips delivered gentle kisses, worshiping them as I focused most of my attention on Charity.

    “Hey,” I panted against Charity’s cheek. “Who is that?”

    “I don’t know,” she huffed, adjusting her grip to keep a firm grasp on me. “Unghff… she must have been in here before…”

    “You didn’t know?” I asked. Rose had said she was giving Charity a little alone time with me—that was far from what this was. “You okay with this?”

    “Yesss…” she hissed, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “I just wanted a few minutes of attention for myself. She’s minding her own business and staying out of my way. Besides, it’s hot.”

    That was undeniable. I had a pretty good idea of who it was, but being surprised like this and not being one hundred percent sure of the identity was intoxicating.

    I felt the lips around my balls curl into a smile before whoever was down there pulled away. A moment later, a warm, wet tongue stroked between them, lathing the left, then the right, before gently slipping the right between her mouth. An amused little hum escaped her throat, but it wasn’t enough to identify who it was.

    Not that it mattered right now. What did matter was that it had been a few hours since Erin had drained me, Rose could kiss the life back into a corpse, and my little Head of PR, whom I had not yet fucked, was as hot as the sun. All of that combined meant that I didn’t think I would last long. Fortunately, I’d managed to develop a lot of staying power in the last couple of months. That first load always came quickly, but I could still keep going a few more rounds after.

    Now that I knew Charity wasn’t miffed that another girl was sharing our moment, what had me worried was that I doubted Rose was the only girl out there. I’d handled as many as six girls at a time, but that had nearly killed me—sex was a lot of physical work, and while I was becoming stronger and more fit, I was hardly a god.

    “I’m gonna cum,” I said.

    Charity let out a little squeak as I dropped her back down on my cock. “Fuck… already!?”

    “What can I say?” I said, not offended by her incredulity at the fact that I was already there. “You’re just too damn sexy.”

    “I’m flattered,” she panted. I felt her lips brush my forehead, my cheeks… always unable to make contact for more than a few moments thanks to all the bouncing she was doing. “I hope you can keep going after.”

    “Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said, feeling my balls tighten inside mystery girl’s mouth, feeling on the verge of exploding. My voice became strained, and it became harder to keep a grip on the girl in my arms. “I’m gonna make you—oh fuck!”

    My fingers dug into her firm ass as I felt my testicles contract, followed by my shaft as it launched the first spurt of my jism deep in Charity’s pussy. A second stream jettisoned deep inside the young woman, then a third… all without me stopping from sending her bouncing up and down my dick.

    She must have been close, because after the third load, she threw her arms around my shoulders and collapsed on top of me, burying her face partially in the side of my temple as she bottomed out on my cock and let out a long guttural groan. The lips on my scrotum slithered upward, and I felt a tongue lap at the base of my cock where Charity and I were joined, presumedly licking up our combined fluids.

    The little woman in my arms shuddered as she bucked against me—prolonged grunts and moans next to my ear that hit just that pitch that was almost painful. I rode it out. The fact that I could provide such a beautiful woman with a long, drawn-out orgasm like this was worth a little momentary discomfort.

    Moments passed as the rest of my ejaculate poured out of my cock and mingled with Charity’s juices—whatever seeped from our joining was quietly lapped up by whoever was under us. I just held Charity and waited for her to recover. Her legs stayed wrapped around me, an occasional hum coming from the girl drinking our juices.

    “God,” she finally whispered, pulling back so that she could rest her forehead on mine. “It’s been a while.”

    I nuzzled my forehead against hers. “Sorry it took so long to make it happen.”

    She chuckled. “I was so close to going out and just finding some random guy at a bar.”

    “What made you wait?”

    “Erin and Helen,” Charity said. “They told me it was worth the wait.”

    “Hope I lived up to your expectations,” I said.

    “Oh… it was definitely worth it. I’ll be ready to go again soon.”

    “Ready whenever you are,” I said.

    “Yum,” Charity said.

    “My concern isn’t fucking you,” I said, leaning down to lay kisses across her chest and noticed that the girl underneath ceased all contact. “It’s that I’m pretty sure you guys have something brewing out there, and I’m a little concerned about lasting that long.”

    “Well,” Charity said, a note of apprehension creeping into her voice. “You may not have to worry too much about that.”

    My kisses slowed to a halt, eyes instinctively moving up to where I believed hers to be, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. “What do you mean?”

    “I may have spiked your last drink with crushed Viagra.”

    I recalled her bringing it to me about an hour ago—something alcohol free since I was hoping to keep most of a clear mind.

    “Erin said you wouldn’t mind,” Charity quickly followed, her hands on my shoulders tightening along with her tone. Even in the dark, I could tell she was afraid she’d done something I wouldn’t have approved of.

    I stared up at her—or where I thought her face was—and let a few moments pass in silence, feeling the tension grow with each heartbeat. Then I grabbed her by one of her twin tails and pulled her head toward mine until our foreheads touched again. If we’d had light, I would have been looking directly into her eyes.

    “Girl,” I husked, “I’m going to fuck you until you pass out for this.”

    I pressed up on her ass, pulling some of my still-hard cock out of her pussy, and then slid it back in slowly. She gasped.

    “You don’t know what you’ve done.”

    Jesus Christ… she really didn’t. On any regular day, I was already a rabid horndog. If she really did spoke my drink with Viagra, there was no way in hell she was going to survive what I did to her.

    “Oh…” She breathed. Then she squealed and I got the sense that our mystery guest was behind her. I heard a quiet kissing noise as if someone was licking and sucking softly on skin. I could make out just enough to see the faint silhouette of another head buried into the crook of Charity’s neck.

    “You better fucking pray Rose has an entire lineup out there, because if there isn’t enough pussy out there for me to fuck, I’m not only fucking you till you pass out, Charity…”

    I heard a faint whisper near Charity’s ear from the mystery woman.

    “Oh my God…” Charity gasped.

    “I’m going to fuck your unconscious little body till you’re filled to the brim.”

    “Oh my God,” she repeated. “That! I want that!”

    “Fucking good,” I growled, as I began to work my cock in and out of the little PR slut.

    An arm snaked around my neck and pulled me close, and I felt a pair of lips press against mine and a tongue invade my mouth—not Charity. This pair of lips wasn’t as plush as Charity’s… but they were wetter. The tongue was aggressive as it invaded, seeking out mine and pinning it to the roof of my mouth as if it were an all-out war. Her tongue was dominating, but her lips were more pliant and insistent… like those of a desperate lover.

    Whatever confidence I had in the identity of this person was immediately dashed by that kiss, and curiosity got the best of me. I took a hand off Charity’s ass and just barely managed to keep her aloft with one arm as I felt around for the back of the girl’s head in hopes that the hair would tell me something…

    And felt a beanie.

    The fucking girl kissing me was wearing a goddamn beanie.

    What was only a passing curiosity now burned bright.

    Her lips left mine, and then I vaguely made out the shape of her head pressed close to Charity’s. The sound of kissing soon followed as I continued to fuck her little body.

    “Oh…” I heard Charity murmur in surprise, followed by a series of hums and moans, as if she were enjoying the kisses she was receiving from our shared lover.

    More movement that I couldn’t quite make out… then, “Oh god…”

    “What?” I asked, hating that I couldn’t see anything despite how hot the mystery was.

    “My tits,” she sighed. “Oh… I haven’t felt… nnngg!”

    Her pussy twitched around my cock.

    I leaned in closer in an attempt to make out what the mystery girl was doing to Charity, but then I suddenly felt lips on mine again, hungry and searching. She gave me another intense kiss and then disappeared again. Moments later, I felt her hand back on my balls, caressing them before fingers wrapped around the base of my cock.

    Getting the picture, I braced Charity’s ass in my hands and lifted her up. She groaned and tightened her grip around the back of my neck. “What…?”

    Her tongue suddenly painted the length of my shaft as she pulled it out of Charity’s snatch. Then she engulfed two-thirds of it in a single move that left me groaning.

    “Fffffuuuuck… she’s…?

    I leaned forward and buried my face in Charity’s chest as I felt the mystery woman’s lips slide up and down my shaft a few times.

    “Hey…” Charity said, the tone in her voice suggesting she was getting impatient for the return of what she’d been using.

    I wasn’t the only one to sense it. Moments later, I felt the tip of my penis being guided back to Charity’s opening. A tongue lapped at where mine and Charity’s organs met. Then I sank it back inside her as our mystery lover proceeded to lap at my balls again, intermittently delivering kisses along my inner thigh and my prostate.

    “Time’s up!”

    Rose’s voice cut through the haze of lust that permeated the small closet. With my cock buried in one girl’s pussy and another girl’s tongue dancing along my prostate, I wanted to tell Rose to shut the fuck up… the last thing I wanted to do was stop for anything.

    But if I’d learned anything about these women, it’s that they always had something delightful planned, and telling her to fuck off was probably short-sighted.

    I looked back at Charity. “We should go.”

    “Fuck!” she groaned, sounding absolutely pitiful. “I’m not there yet!”

    Another spoke up, tinged with an Australian accent. “Think they fell asleep in there?”

    Wait… was that… Tara!

    My cock lurched at the thought of Tara being out there when I emerged, naked, with an equally nude Charity.

    I suddenly had no reason to stay in this closet—I wanted to confirm if I’d just heard Tara, I wanted to see what Rose and Charity had set up, and I wanted to know who the other woman in the closet was.

    “Greedy,” I said, stopping mid-thrust so that she was still perched on my cock with her legs still wrapped around me. “I’ll finish you off out there. Hope you’re good with an audience.”

    “I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if I weren’t,” Charity said. “Just hurry and get out there. I’m ready to go again!”

    The mystery woman was kissing Charity’s shoulder, and I felt around for her chin, lifting it as I reached down to give her a quick kiss. “Come on.”

    With Charity still in my arms, I turned and headed for the closet door. By now, there were a few voices out there catcalling, hooting, and yelling at me to get out there. As I reached the door, Charity obliged by grabbing the closet door knob for me and twisting it until it opened.

    A handful of voices erupted in howls as I walked out, blinking into the light of the game room despite the lamps providing soft, unoffensive illumination.

    Perched on the couch were Shea and Tara, with Rose standing beside the closet door where I’d just emerged. She closed it behind me. I blinked again, this time out of confusion. “Uhh… there was someone else in there.”

    Rose gave me a wicked grin. “Yep. Have fun solving that little mystery.”

    Walking to the couch nearest us and opposite of Helen and Tara, I gently set Charity’s naked ass on the back of it, still holding her as we glanced at each other. She looked like she didn’t have any more of a clue what this was than I did. Then I looked from her to Tara, who looked equally clueless. What was this? And why was Tara here without Erin? Was I right in assuming Erin was the one in the closet?

    The dancer could see the questions written all over my face and slunk toward me, dark desires glinting in her eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, closing the distance between us. She bit her lip as she reached out, slender fingers grazing along my shoulder, the tips playing across my muscles.

    “I heard Little Miss in there singing.” She blinked heavy-lidded eyes and turned a predatory gaze toward Charity. “Did you make our little girl here feel good? Is it my turn yet?”

    Curiosity was roaring in the back of my brain, but the fire in my dick burned hotter, and my questions suddenly seemed unimportant. I had a fun-sized Filipino girl in my arms who made it very clear to me she was far from done. Next to us stood a tall, willowy goddess with skin like dark coffee who was salivating for a turn on my dick.

    And I’d just been drugged with something that was supposed to keep my cock rock-hard for four hours—any more than that and I’d need to consider talking to a doctor.

    Fuck it. Answers could wait.

    “I promised her I wasn’t done,” I confessed.

    I felt Charity’s fingers dig possessively into my back as she stared a wordless challenge at Rose—if she wanted a turn right now, Rose would have to fight for it. A quick glance showed me that the furnace in her was still burning bright.

    Rose sighed, feigning disappointment. “Fiiiine. I guess I’ll have to find other ways to stay busy until it’s my turn.”

    I threw a quick glance at Tara to see that she was watching the entire situation with an intensity I’d only seen her give Erin. Apparently, one or both of the ladies had piqued her interest almost as much as my assistant had. I started to suggest that maybe my trainer might like some company, but Rose looked back to Charity, placing a single finger underneath the younger girl’s chin.

    The sight of the taller woman looking down on the younger set my groin on fire—Charity gazed up at her, her big eyes emphasized by her dark liner. Rose stared down at her hungrily, reminding me of the way Helen would look at Bobbi. Aside from Helen, the dancer was one of the most aggressive women in my orbit.

    “What about you, cupcake?” Rose said softly but with an edge. She gave Charity a once-over, her finger still under the younger woman’s chin. “Please don’t tell me you only play for one team.”

    Despite how interesting their conversation was, I didn’t want to wait any longer. Charity hadn’t released me this entire time, and my Viagra-fueled cock was still buried inside her, so I picked back up where we left off. My cock slowly began sawing in and out of Charity’s pussy. The Filipino girl clung tighter to me, but kept her eyes fixed on the taller woman as I fucked her.

    “I’ve been with a couple of women,” she said, her voice quavering only slightly. Her pupils were dilated, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the long, drawn-out orgasm she’d had in the closet, the fact that I was fucking her right now in a room full of people watching her, or if it was Rose’s seduction routine.

    The dancer’s lips curled into a playful little smile. “Fuck. Yes.”

    Then she leaned in and gently pressed her plush lips to Charity’s. The latter girl whimpered into the kiss, and I picked up my speed, suddenly forgetting about anything else happening around us as I watched a hint of pink tongue slowly flicker between their mouths. Their lip-lock deepened, and I set a rhythm, leaning in to press my lips to the side of Charity’s face.

    She moaned against Rose’s mouth as the two continued, and her arms tightened around me, a subtle gesture that requested I fuck her deeper. In the closet, she’d been dark and playful and a tinge romantic. Here, it was all smoldering intensity. Rose really knew how to turn the heat up in all the right ways.

    I nuzzled my face against Charity’s, then felt Rose’s fingers on my chin, turning me to face her as the kiss ended. She immediately sought my lips, initiating a kiss with me and invading my mouth. Our tongues massaged and caressed, and my speed picked up as we breathed deeply of each other, every curl of her tongue against mine urging me on a little more. What can I say? Rose was a fucking amazing kisser.

    Eventually, she broke our kiss, grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary and guided Charity and me back to each other, initiating another kiss.

    “God,” she whispered. “That is so damn hot…”

    Charity and I were just starting to lose ourselves in the kiss when we felt another pair of lips on the corners of our mouths—Rose coming into insert herself, initiating a three-way kiss. Instinctively, Charity and I rotated our heads toward Rose to let her in, and we got lost in whose tongue was whose, as they tangled in each other. It was all an erotic, messy chaos.

    “Ugh,” Charity moaned into our mouths, her grip tightening. Rose immediately dropped from our kiss to suck on one of Charity’s tits as the younger girl began cumming again on my dick. The sight of Rose’s lips compressed around Charity’s nipple, followed by the feel of Charity’s lips on my neck and her canal convulsing around my cock was too much to handle, and I felt my cock convulse as I began working through my second orgasm of the night. I buried my face in Charity’s hair as I let out a long groan, feeling another series of loads fill her. Fuck… I hoped she was on birth control, because if she wasn’t, I was about to coat her entire womb so thoroughly in my seed that my little swimmers were sure to remain active for weeks.

    “Goddamn, that was hot.”

    Erin’s voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I turned to see her standing near the couch, just behind Shea and Tara. My lesbian personal trainer suddenly found it much easier to look away from me—and the two girls I’d been intimately tangled with. She glanced over her shoulder at Erin and said, “Oh, hey there. Glad you could make it, love!”

    Before, Tara had been all smolder and longing. That longing was still there, but now it was tempered by joy at seeing my personal assistant. If I didn’t know better—and I didn’t—I might’ve thought Tara was actually in love with Erin.

    Not that I could blame her.

    My young, silver-haired assistant grinned down at Tara and said, “Hey there, sexy! I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Enjoying the show so far?”

    By now, my cock should’ve reached a level of semi-softness that would’ve caused it to at least partially pull out of Charity—but that wasn’t the case this time. I had to back away from the petite Filipina still perched on the back of the couch, my cock slipping free… hard as ever.

    “Mmmm,” Rose hummed. “I’ll get you later,” she said to my cock as it bobbed in the air.

    Then she turned her attention to Charity. “First,” she said, placing a couple of slender fingers between Charity’s bare breasts, “I think I have a little snack.”

    She gave Charity a gentle shove, and the young woman squealed as she tumbled backward onto the empty couch cushions. Rose slunk around the other side, never taking her eyes off the younger girl as she closed in. Charity shifted, reclining along the length of the couch and letting one leg fall off the side—giving all of us a beautiful view of her messy, cum-soaked pussy.

    Rose stalked over the arm of the couch and prowled between the girl’s legs, dipping her head down and out of sight.

    “Oh, fuck…” Charity’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to Rose’s oral attention.

    Erin wasn’t the only one who had appeared while I was distracted. Helen circled around the opposite side of the couch. She sank into the cushions beside Tara, placing the gorgeous Australian between a petite Hawaiian native on her right and a tall, commanding blonde on her left.

    I normally would have been more shy about being so naked in front of so many different women, but I was moving past that. Aside from Tara, the rest of them had seen me nude countless times. Hell… I’d been inside all of them.

    Then Emiko appeared.

    She was holding a steaming mug as she walked carefully into the room. Her dark eyes scanned the entire scene—two naked women on the couch, one devouring the other—while I stood just behind it, cock still swaying in the air. She came to a stop beside Helen and extended the mug.

    I felt the sudden urge to dive behind the couch to save my modesty and just managed to fight it off so I didn’t look like an idiot.

    “Here you are, Miss VanCamp.”

    Helen took it carefully, offering her a gracious smile. “Thank you, Miss Hoshino.”

    The use of the surname didn’t escape me, despite the mild embarrassment starting to creep in at the edges of my mind. Helen was a queen—she didn’t show deference to any of the women in this house. But addressing my housekeeper so formally, outside of a professional setting? That meant something. I logged that away for later.

    Emiko gave Helen a small, single nod, then turned her gaze on me.

    “Is there anything I can get for you, sir? You or your guests?”

    There wasn’t the slightest hint that she saw anything unusual. For Emiko, it was just another day at the office. I guess that made sense, considering she used to run a brothel. Still… it did little to offset how obscure it felt to have her acting like it was business as usual.

    “Umm… I think I’m good,” I said. The last thing on my mind was food.

    “Mr. Upton will need plenty of water,” Helen said, just before taking a sip from the mug of—what I assumed was—tea or coffee.

    “I didn’t know you were getting tea,” Shea said. “Would it be too much trouble…?”

    “Not at all, Miss Wren,” Emiko replied, offering her a warm smile.

    “We might also get a little hungry,” Erin added, biting her lip at something that clearly amused her. “I mean… for actual food.”

    “Of course,” Emiko said. “I’ll have something delivered.” She cast her dark eyes back at me and gave a knowing smirk. “Welcome home, Mr. Upton. Enjoy yourself tonight. After such an ordeal… one needs to unwind and relax.”

    Erin, never taking her eyes off me, slid her fingers down Shea’s arm, laced them through hers, and strode toward me. My masseuse rose without resistance and let herself be pulled along.

    I rounded the couch to meet them just in front. I took a moment to study Erin’s hair.

    “How was she?” Erin asked, glancing at Charity.

    I followed her gaze and found Charity lost in the sensations Rose was giving her—her tongue slowly stroking up and down the younger woman’s slit.

    I looked back into Erin’s eyes… then again at her hair.

    Her expression turned curious. “What are you looking at?”

    “Trying to decide if you have hat hair.”

    “What?”

    “Who was in the closet?” I asked.

    Erin’s smile grew mischievous… knowing.

    “It wasn’t you,” I declared. “Who?”

    She took half a step toward me, still grinning, and pressed her hand against my chest, sliding it up the center of my sternum. Then she shoved—light, playful, confident—and I dropped onto the couch, careful not to land on Charity’s head.

    My hips brushed against the top of Charity’s skull, catching her attention. She opened her eyes to look up at me.

    “Oh, goody!” she cried out, grinning up at me.

    She lifted her head and shifted back, settling into my lap. A muffled protest emerged from between her legs as Rose followed her meal, not quite finished yet.

    Shea dropped to her knees and immediately slid between my legs. Erin knelt just behind her, already working to unfasten the other woman’s swimsuit. The scant fabric dropped away moments later, revealing a perfect pair of tits that almost looked large on someone barely five feet tall.

    Shea’s breasts, while not quite as firm or gravity-defying as Erin’s, were still in beautiful shape—tight teardrops with minimal sag, each topped with dark, thick nipples already standing at full attention.

    All-too-familiar hands slid under Shea’s arms and reached up to cup them. Erin’s fingers sank into her firm flesh, kneading and rolling… grinding her palms against those thick, prominent nipples.

    Shea’s eyes slid half-closed, her teeth catching the edge of her bottom lip as a small moan escaped her. Erin peered over her shoulder, giving me a wicked smile before dipping her head and planting a kiss on bare skin—drawing another breathy moan from the masseuse. It joined the chorus of Charity’s low, drawn-out cries.

    With her head in my lap, Charity nuzzled my abdomen, her lips puckering to plant absentminded kisses around my belly button as she focused on the steady rhythm of Rose’s tongue. I glanced down at the dancer and caught her watching Erin seduce Shea. When she saw me staring back, I caught the promise in her eyes.

    This was going to be one hell of a night.

    Erin ran one hand through the back of Shea’s hair, kissed her ear, and whispered dirty things I couldn’t quite hear. Then she gently urged her forward, guiding Shea’s mouth toward my rock-hard cock.

    I watched closely as Shea’s lip slipped free from her teeth and parted, just in time to press against the mushroom tip of my cock.

    It had only been a few minutes since it slid from the warmth of Charity’s depths, but it was enough for the skin to grow uncomfortably cool. Shea’s hot breath made my blood surge.

    I placed a hand on the back of Erin’s, and together we guided Shea as she slipped her lips over the tip—slowly descending down the length of my cock.

    “Aww fuck…” I groaned, eyes sliding shut as I focused on the heat and slickness of her tongue gliding across the sensitive head.

    “That’s it,” I said. “Taste it. Taste Charity all over me.”

    I looked down to see Charity staring up at me, breath hitching as Rose continued her work.

    I placed my hand gently on Charity’s throat, fingers curling loosely around her swan-like neck and stroking up and down. I gave it a soft experimental squeeze, and Charity raised her chin, offering more of herself. Another whimper escaped her lips.

    She reached down and pressed a hand to the back of Rose’s head, her fingers tangling through the dancer’s jet-black hair. Holding her like this—controlling her—was clearly getting her off.

    My grip slid up her neck to the base of her jaw. I turned her head slightly, angling it so she could watch Shea suck my cock from mere inches away.

    “Look at her,” I murmured. “She’s cleaning you off of me. She’s swallowing you.”

    I let go of her jaw, but Charity didn’t look away. Her dark eyes stayed locked on Shea’s generous lips as they glided up and down my shaft.

    I trailed my fingers down the center of her chest, tracing between her breasts, then circling beneath and dragging upward along her hypersensitive skin. I closed my hand around one breast—small, soft, but responsive—grasping her brown nipple, about half the size of my pinky. It was stiff, tough, and perfect as I caught it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it slowly.

    “Ah… god…” Charity’s back arched. Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled more firmly on Rose’s head. Her legs crossed over each other and rested on the dancer’s back, her knees bending as if to bury more of Rose’s face inside her.

    Erin slid around behind Shea, kissed my thigh with searing heat, and then leaned forward to press her lips to Charity’s. The young woman’s moans were swallowed into the kiss as they met for the first time. At the same time, Erin closed one hand over Charity’s other breast, mirroring my touch.

    My hips began moving on their own, rolling up into Shea’s mouth as she found a rhythm. Her fingers curled around my balls and massaged them with the same practiced finesse she brought to every part of her work.

    All that pleasure… all that sensation… I took it out on Charity. Her nipple suffered beneath my fingers, her breast caught in my palm as I squeezed—already feeling my climax rising.

    I happened to glance up—and saw Tara and Helen on the other couch, watching.

    Tara looked nervous. Eyes wide as saucers, unblinking. For a woman so flirtatious and free-spirited, something about this had melted all that confidence into something raw and vulnerable.

    Was it the sheer intensity of so many naked bodies, the full spectacle of real, live sex happening just feet away?

    She’d experienced it once before… but that had been in Amsterdam, with a bit of help from their local herbal persuasion. This time, she had nothing to dull her nerves. She didn’t even look drunk.

    Maybe she was just scared of my dick.

    Or maybe… it was Helen’s hand on her thigh, fingers tracing lightly across smooth, bronzed skin.

    My gaze drifted to Helen. She simply sat there watching with smoldering interest, her attention seeming to bypass Tara entirely—even as her fingers idly wandered over the personal trainer’s thigh. Even seated on a couch in a game room… collared… wearing nothing but a crimson, barely-there bikini… she was old-world elegance personified.

    Fuck… if Helen and Erin were both conspiring to break Tara, the Aussie beauty didn’t stand a chance.

    Before I could spend another moment wondering what those two had planned for my personal trainer, Shea’s oral skills yanked my focus back where it belonged. God, I was close. Her dark eyes stayed locked on me, watching as I clenched and unclenched my jaw.

    Shea—the tiny, submissive servant. She was the quiet one. The one you didn’t even realize was there until she was already making you scream. Her energy could soothe with a single breath and make you groan with the next. She knew how to look up at me… how to smile around my cock in a way that set my blood on fire. And the way her gaze flicked over to Erin and Charity as they sucked on each other’s tongues—so close to where she was pleasuring me—I could see the envy. She wanted to share in that kiss… wanted to taste what they were tasting. Yet there was triumph in her eyes, too.

    I was hers for now. Me. The man who owned the world. Who was going to war with modern-day gods. Right now, I was at the mercy of her mouth, and my pleasure was hers to command.

    Moans and whimpers from beside me competed with the heat of Shea’s tongue, and I looked up to find Erin and Charity fully entangled—tongues dancing, lips swollen, their kiss so deep it looked like Erin was trying to pull Charity’s soul out through her mouth. Erin’s hands roamed everywhere—kneading Charity’s breasts, gliding along her throat, skimming down her waist. Her nails dragged pale lines across Charity’s creamy skin… white trails that vanished seconds later. She’d tied her hair up into one of those messy buns she wore so often, giving me an unobstructed view of the full, devastating beauty of two women kissing without shame.

    The feel of Shea’s tongue curling under the head of my cock… the sight of those two wrapped around each other…

    It was too much.

    “Ohhh, fuck!” I growled, fingers forming a fist in Shea’s dark hair as I pulled her down, burying half my length down her throat. Her grip on my knees tightened, and I heard her gag slightly as her throat constricted around me. A hot pulse jetted down her throat… and then another.

    She backed off, slowly sliding her lips up my shaft, holding the head between her lips as I kept spurting. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she held the load in her mouth, her tongue working slow, maddening circles on the ultra-sensitive underside just beneath the crown.

    That must’ve been the final push for Charity—her body locked up a moment later as her orgasm crashed over her.

    Erin pulled back, letting Charity’s cries fill the room. Her hips bucked wildly against Rose’s mouth, thighs squeezing around the dancer’s head.

    Rose didn’t flinch. If anything, her nails dug into Charity’s hips, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue working desperately to scoop out every trace of the seed still buried inside. Charity’s chest heaved with sob-like breaths, her mouth hanging slack, eyes glazed as she stared up at me.

    Before I could process what was happening, Shea crawled up and kissed Charity—just as deep, just as hungry as the kiss from Erin. I watched, transfixed, as creamy rivulets of cum slid from their joined lips down Charity’s chin and cheeks. Shea was feeding her my cum, and judging by the way Charity kissed her back, she was more than happy to accept the offering.

    Rose, her own task complete, began climbing up Charity’s body—pressing slow, reverent kisses into the young woman’s flushed, trembling skin. She paused to feast on Charity’s tits, then continued up, mouth aiming for the tangle of lips above.

    Shea had left my cock just a bit too soon, and droplets of cum had started spilling down the shaft, and Erin had noticed. She dipped her head to lap up the remaining mess, then grabbed Rose by the hair and pulled her up off Charity’s breast—crashing her lips to the dancer’s mouth.

    I watched them share the taste—Erin licking Charity from Rose’s lips, while Rose savored the residue of my cum from Erin’s tongue as if it were made of sugar.

    Shea, meanwhile, had begun licking gently across Charity’s mouth, catching the last stray drops. Then she hovered again, dribbling the mix of cum and spit from her lips into the younger woman’s waiting mouth.

    I dropped my head against the back of the couch—spent.

    Make no mistake… I was spent. My cock wasn’t. It was still rock hard and ready to go, the drugs pumping through my system and proving their effectiveness.

    My eyes slid open to see Helen sitting on the couch opposite the coffee table. The mug of tea she’d been sipping from now sat untouched on the table between us. She still wore her bikini, but she’d raised her left leg and planted it on the edge of the cushion. Her right hand still danced over Tara’s thigh, but her left now draped between her spread legs, her fingers lazily drifting back and forth over the fabric covering her mound.

    Tara was openly staring at what Helen was doing—the poor girl.

    And yet, despite Helen’s casual seduction and the two pairs of women tangled in each other nearby, my attention was drawn to someone else.

    Jessica.

    Still in her maid’s outfit, she had just entered the room, cautiously moving along the wall near the door while pushing a small cart with covered dishes. Her eyes swept over the room, wide and overwhelmed. The debauchery unfolding around her must’ve hit her like a punch—she looked stunned, her gaze meeting mine with a cocktail of emotions: hurt, arousal, confusion… and maybe half a dozen more I couldn’t name.

    Helen, seated with her back to the door, hadn’t noticed my ex-girlfriend’s arrival. Her eyes were still fixed on me—and the four women wrapped around me—with smoldering interest.

    “If I’d known you were going to keep all the girls to yourself,” Helen said, voice honey-smooth, “I would’ve brought Bobbi to keep me company.”

    “Why didn’t you?” I asked as I idly ran my fingers along one of Charity’s tits.

    “She’s still learning a lesson.”

    “What’d you do?” I asked, glancing around at the tangled mess of heat and lips around me. Charity had her arms wrapped tight around Shea’s neck, devouring the woman as they shared a slow, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Erin moaned into Rose’s mouth as she started to rise, Rose following, keeping their lips locked as she rose to her knees on the couch.

    “You told her not to turn the vibrator off,” Helen said, fingers never ceasing their motion. “I made sure she couldn’t.”

    “Fuck,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since that brief trip to the dungeon with Natalie, Bobbi, and Helen, but it had to have been hours. Helen had left that machine on between Bobbi’s legs this entire time?

    “Since she’s occupied…” Helen sighed. “I was hoping someone else could help me out.”

    Tara licked her lips but didn’t speak.

    Erin tore her mouth from Rose’s and looked over her shoulder toward Helen, smirking. She licked juices from her lips as she eyed the woman she’d shared countless hours—and more—with.

    “I hear someone playing my song,” Erin purred.

    She gave Rose one more lingering kiss before turning to stride over to Helen. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she rounded the coffee table.

    Helen offered Rose an apologetic smile. “Sorry to take away your playmate.”

    Rose broke into a grin. “’S’okay. It’s time I had a turn, riding that beautiful cock anyway.”

    She swung one long, dark leg off the couch, then the other, rising to her full, regal height. Her eyes drifted to Jessica.

    “Hey! Jessica, was it?”

    Jessica, who had finished placing the cart against the wall and had turned to inch toward the door, froze. Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

    “Could you come here?” Rose asked, voice soft but unmistakable—it had sounded like a request, but it wasn’t.

    Jessica stood frozen, glancing between me and Rose, completely unsure. I gave her nothing—no nod, no signal. I wouldn’t make her stay if she wanted to leave… but I wasn’t going to say that either. It was her choice.

    Meanwhile, Erin stopped in front of Helen and Tara, cocking her hip to one side. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a gleam in her eye that said one thing loud and clear:

    You’re not going to want to miss this.

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  • MY WIFE’S FIRST LESBIAN EXPERIENCE

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    My fifty-year old, second wife Joanne was rather agitated when I arrived home. “I was talking to my girlfriends in the boutique and trying on some clothes when they introduced me to Janine. She told me she liked my neck, no lines or creases.

    “The compliments kept coming. Love your legs. You have a wonderful body, she told me as she watched me trying on clothes. I could see the girls in the shop trying to tell me something. Then a shock.

    “I am a lesbian Joanne. I would love to make love to you,” she told me out loud. The girls in the shop all had knowing smiles.

    The next day Joanne phoned me at work. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman. It is very tempting for me. I have never had a lesbian experience, though most of my girlfriends have. Would you be comfortable if she was to seduce me?”

    “As long as I can watch,” I told her. Joanne is a retired model. Still incredibly attractive. A tall size-12 with wonderful long legs, very good ass, no sagging or dimples and excellent 36C tits. She is a Leo and thrives on compliments. And dressing to impress.

    She phoned me back again later. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman and what she wants to do to me. I am going to shave my cunt for you, just as you like it. When you arrive home I want you to tongue fuck me while I close my eyes and fantasise about that woman, Janine.

    When I arrived home Joanne greeted me at the door wearing heels and a short silk dressing gown. As soon as the door closed she flashed it open to show me her naked body. “I told you what I want you do it. Now do it, I am so horny.

    “So horny, so fucking horny,” she moaned as my tongue pleased her cunt lips.

    We enjoy cunnilingus, often. This time there was a whole new dimension to it.

    “Why don’t you invite Janine around for a drink one Sunday afternoon? No pressure, let’s see how it plays out,” I asked several times in the following days as we watched lesbian sex clips.

    “I told two of my girlfriends about Janine. They have both had lesbian lovers. One of them as late as last week. They both told me I was ripe for a lesbian lover and should take Janine up on her offer.

    “Your ripe body at your age is very attractive to both sexes. Sex with a man after a lesbian dalliance has a different perspective they told me. They both want me to keep them posted,” Joanne confided the next day.

    “I had lunch with Janine today. She really is very attractive. Taller than me, slim boyish figure, blond, bobbed hair. She was wearing a very short skirt. Her legs looked fabulous every time she crossed them for me,” Joanne told me the next day.

    “She asked if I shave or wax. I told her we shave each other every Sunday. She told me she is completely bald down there. She asked lots of questions about you. How often does he fuck you? Doe’s he tongue fuck you? Is he good? Is he well hung?”

    “At least four times week, yes he does tongue fuck me, he is good, very good. He is very virile, he has a very good, toned body and a strong sex drive.

    “I took great delight in telling her you are much bigger than most men, and thick,” as I watched her reaction.

    “She sucked my fingers as she told me she would like to lick me like an ice cream. Very tempting, very, I told her as I warmed to the idea.

    “Very tempting honey. Can I.”

    “As long as I can watch.”

    The intensity of our love making has increased measurably since Joanne met Janine and started telling me about her. “Imagine another woman fucking you with her tongue Joanne,” I whispered one night as I fucked her doggy style.

    “I am honey, I am, so fucking good with you watching.”

    One night I sat Joanne naked in our sex chair in front of our wall length mirror and stood behind her. “Open your legs and imagine Janine licking her way up your gorgeous thighs while I stand behind you and tease your erect nipples with a fingertip. Then at the very moment her tongue finds your clit, we tongue kiss with just the tips of our tongues.”

    “That was wonderful foreplay,” she told me in the afterglow after a long, slow fuck.

    “Janine is coming to visit this Sunday,” Joanne told me a week later while we watched another lesbian clip. “My bi-curious side has really kicked in, my libido is sky high. I told her you wanted to watch and masturbate. Fine by me she said.”

    Two more sessions of cunnilingus before Sunday. Joanne has taken the bait. I like it.

    Lesbian videos every night. “I have watched some of those women fucking men. A lot of them appear to be more comfortable having sex with women. They really are bisexual, I like it. And they are obviously enjoying it, look at the way they kiss each other. And it makes me far more comfortable.

    “Remember this one, I would like that,” she told me as we watched two very attractive women kissing. One of the women was wearing an incredibly short skirt. Then the other woman lifted the skirt enough to slide her thong off, before she knelt in front of her, grasped her ass cheeks and commenced licking her cunt lips.

    “What should I wear for Janine? What are you going to wear,” she asked on the Sunday, naked in heels just before she was due. “Does my hair look alright?”

    “That skimpy black underwear I bought for you,” I reply as I wonder what to wear while I watch my lady havimg sex with a lesbian for the first time in her life. I decide on clothes I would wear to go shopping, jeans and a t-shirt.

    Joanne wants me to meet Janine at the door to heighten the tension. Just as Joanne had described, she really is very attractive. Taller than Joanne, slim, boyish, though with feminine figure and blond, short, bobbed hair with a wonderful smile. She is wearing heels, and a skin tight, short backless dress.

    Huge tension as we sip coffee to break the ice and make small talk.

    “In my early twenties I posed topless for an artist famed for his nudes,” Joanne tells Janine as she hangs on to her every word. “My man loves taking photographs of me naked and blowing them up to A4 size and making albums of them. This album is mostly of my naked ass in various poses. He insists I wear heels when he takes pics of me naked. Always makes my legs look longer and sexier.

    “Would you like me to model some of my outfits for you Janine?

    “I used to wear this one to the races,” she smiles as she re-appears.

    “And this one to cocktail parties. And this one to gallery openings. And this short, backless one to dinner parties. Wonderful feeling with my nipples against the soft, black silk with men and women ogling and fantasizing about my erect nipples.”

    After the fourth outfit, Janine is standing close by and watching Joanne changing.

    “Would you like to see this outfit without the bra Janine.” Joanne teases as she motions for Janine to remove it. “I can’t find the top I wanted,” she smiles as Joanne and I ogle her wonderful tits.

    “I wore this one the first night I seduced my husband. Our second date actually. No bra, just a tiny black thong. Wonderful, exciting sex for both of us. He has the largest cock I have ever had or seen.

    “And I used to wear this one with no underwear at all, just a pair of killer heels. Completely naked underneath it in our early dating days. Would you like me try it for you Janine,” she continues teasing as she turns her back and slides her knickers off.

    “Do you like my big ass? My man loves it?”

    Electric moment full of sexual tension as Joanne turns, with her legs spread to face Janine as she drinks in her naked body. “My man shaved me this morning to his satisfaction. Just a tuft above my sex. No man had ever had any interest in shaving me before him.”

    “One more outfit for you, my man loves this one. Do it up for me Janine,” Joanne tells her as she poses with a very sexy, lacy, black garter belt around her waist. “I wish I could find the stockings.”

    A strange though exciting feeling watching my wife taking the initiative and seducing a woman who wanted to seduce her.

    “Your naked body is magnificent in that garter belt Joanne. I want it now, right now,” Janine whispers, very agitated.

    I have seen Joanne kiss other women as friends do. Never kissing like this. They are passionately tongue kissing with just the tips of their tongues. Janine is still dressed as she was when she arrived as she licks, kisses, then sucks my wife’s erect nipples with her hands grasping her ass.

    The voyeur in me loves watching. I have an erection.

    “Your wife told me you want to watch and masturbate while I have her, fine by me. Men have done it before while they watched me have their wife or partner. An extra buzz for me,” she smiles at me as Joanne and I watch her undress. A tiny black g-string is all she is wearing as she removes her dress.

    Her naked, slim, boyish, feminine figure is an extra turn on as I undress with two women watching. “Your wife was correct, you are much bigger than most men, and thick,” Janine smiles as I flaunt and stroke my erection for her.

    “Sit on the chair and watch me tongue fuck your wife,” Janine whispered as she laid Joanne on her back on our bed. “Love the mirrors on all the walls and ceiling. I love another person watching me tongue fucking their partner. A hung man masturbating is a bonus.”

    Janine slowly licked the insides of my lady’s thighs before she put a pillow under her ass.

    “Wow, oh fuck, so good,” my lady moaned as the tip of Janine’s tongue found her clit. I had told, or was it warned, her I wanted to tongue kiss her shortly after Janine commenced licking her. Electric moment as I did, we had never ever kissed like that before.

    We kept on tongue kissing as she soaked up Janine’s lesbian love making skills. Janine had her arms wrapped around Joanne’s wonderful thighs as she gave her new levels of sexual pleasure with her tongue, lips and fingers.

    I had a full on, rock hard, thick erection as I watched Janine teasing my lady’s wet cunt lips with the tip of her tongue while I licked and sucked her erect nipples.

    “Is she good baby? Do you like her fucking you with her tongue?,” I asked.

    “I love it, love it, just love it, I want more.”

    Joanne had a hand on the back of Janine’s head as she slid a finger into her while licking her.

    “I want you to orgasm for me Joanne. Sit on my face, while your man masturbates for both of us.”

    “I intend to,” she replied as she reached out and briefly sucked my cock before she sat on her face.

    Joanne has watched me masturbate for her countless times. This time with another woman glancing at me as she tongue fucks her, her first ever lesbian experience at fifty has me rock hard.

    I had a bottle of oil close by and smeared some over my erection. Masturbating while watching my lady having her first ever lesbian experience was very exciting. Incredibly exciting when Janine reached out and stroked by erection.

    All I could say was, “ Harder do it harder, harder,” as Joanne and I orgasmed at the same moment.

    “Would you like to meet some of my friends?,” Janine asked before she departed. “I have some gender fluid friends who would enjoy both of you and who you would enjoy.”

    “Why not?,” Joanne replied, hooked on her new found sexuality.


  • Is Jenny A Lesbian?

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    I get to eat a lesbian’s pussy, then fuck her pussy.

    54. Is Jenny A Lesbian?

    I got stalled on my passage up the east coast of Florida. I had taken a mooring ball in a large, protected harbor. The marina had all the essentials and there were a plethora of bars, restaurants and stores nearby. It’s what we call a “sticky” or “velcro” harbor: hard to tear away from. A couple hundred boats all with boaters living in the same situation tends to build bonds. A certain comradery exists.

    In the morning I went ashore to shower. The bath house was a long, rectangular building with doors along the sides housing private bathrooms. Just as I stepped out of my bathroom, a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out of the one next door.

    “Oh, hi. Good morning. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sailor.”

    “Good morning, Sailor. I’m Jenny. We haven’t met but I’ve heard about you at the Tiki Hut. People speak highly of you.”

    “People say I get high! The audacity! Let’s hope my probation officer doesn’t hear!” She looked horrified that I had twisted her words and taken them to the dark side.

    “No, no … that’s not….”

    I interrupted. “Just kidding, Jenny. Sorry. They only let me out in public on special occasions.”

    She wrinkled her forehead and tilted her head. “Special occasions?” You could tell that she hadn’t caught on to my sense of humor yet. “What special occasions? Is today special or something?”

    I got a shit eating grin on my face. “Of course today’s a special occasion. It’s the day we’re going out to the reef on my boat.”

    “But I’ve never been out to the reef.”

    “That’s why it’s a special occasion. Come on. We have all day. I even have some crumbs to feed the fish with. They’re amazing, all different colors, sizes and shapes. You’ll love it.”

    Still somewhat baffled, Jenny simply followed along. We dinked to my boat and climbed aboard. It didn’t take long to tie the dinghy for towing and get the instruments and the motor going. I asked her if she would go forward to untie us from the mooring ball.

    Jenny was cute. About 5’4″, sandy colored hair just covering her ears, and a roundish face but with a square jaw if that makes any sense. Suffice it to say that she was cute. Her body was stout, her frame solid with few curves. One redeeming feature was her chest. Nearly perfect tits in size and shape. They drew your eye. Overall, she was maybe a 6 out of 10.

    I watched her move forward on the deck. She didn’t have a tight teenage body but what she had looked like a good solid fuck. Her walk back to the cockpit allowed me to imagine groping those perfect tits.

    Since she had never been to the reef, I explained it to her. About five miles out into the ocean is a long chain of coral reefs going parallel to the shore from the Dry Tortugas up the east coast. A large reef section, “Big Hat”, is just offshore from the harbor.

    Once there, the water is 20+ feet deep but so clear you can count arms on a starfish. Blooms of the coral and fish of every color imaginable are visible from the surface. When you throw a handful of potato chip crumbs or crackers into the water, the fish go crazy feeding. Which draws more fish. It’s amazing.

    Out at the reef are 8 or 10 mooring balls installed so boats anchors don’t tear up the delicate reef. We hooked onto a ball and began throwing crumbs overboard. The fish swarmed like crazy, boiling the water in their exuberance to feed. Jenny was awestruck. I stood behind her as she leaned over the side to watch the fish. Looking at her ass bent over like that gave me fantasies.

    “You know, people swim and dive out here. Wanna go swimming?” I suggested.

    “I didn’t bring a suit.”

    “Honey, I don’t even own a suit!” That said, I stripped naked and jumped off the back of the boat. “Come on in! The water’s like a bath!” She hesitated, pondering the situation. “If you’re worried about being seen, well, it’s only fish and they don’t care. And me. I assure you that I’ve seen naked women before. No worries, babe. Strip down and join me.”

    Whenever I swim off the back of the boat, I always tie a floating square cushion to a line and have it in the water to hang onto. Holding the cushion I encouraged her. “Come on, Jenny! It’s just us and the fish. Noone else is here this early.” She turned around to disrobe and gingerly climbed down the boarding ladder with her back to me. She swished over to the floating pillow.

    “This does feel nice. Like a warm bath. And I’m sure the salt water is therapeutic. It just feels healing.”

    “Jenny, I’m so happy for this special occasion. Your first time at the reef! And I’m glad that they let me out to enjoy it with you.”

    She looked really confused again. “Who is this ‘they’ and why do they keep you locked up or whatever?”

    “Jenny, there is no ‘they’. I live alone on my boat. Saying that I’m only let out for special occasions is a contrived way of telling you that I’m different. I’m a vagabond lunatic. I live outside the box. I’m not like other people. When I do ‘go out’, I always end up doing something that nobody forgets.”

    She drew a deep breath, pinched her nose and dove under. The water was so clear, I could see her nude body glide down through the water. She kicked her feet and dove down to the coral head. As she was coming up, bubbles were flowing from her nose and mouth. I could clearly see her nicely shaped tits and the dark triangle of pussy hair.

    She broke the surface spitting and gasping for air. “Well, I’m certainly not going to forget this special occasion. It’s beautiful!” She swam over to me holding onto the floating cushion.

    I was done swimming so I climbed the boarding ladder and got some towels. As she started climbing the ladder I held a towel up to shield her and for her to wrap herself in. Once aboard she sat in the cockpit, the towel wrapped around her. I went below and got some refreshing drinks. We sat and talked.

    In all of her stories about her life, her travels, her relationships, her jobs there was never any mention of men. It was always Jenny and her girlfriends or her partner. I started wondering which team she played on. So I pried.

    “Have you ever been married?”

    “Not yet.”

    “Do you have a boyfriend?”

    “Nope.”

    “Do you have a girlfriend?”

    “Not at the moment. I’m between girlfriends.”

    Ah … so there’s the rub. She’s a lesbian. Now I had a decision to make. I could play it several different ways. I decided to act as if I was gay thinking that it might make her more at ease being alone with me. She had pretty obviously been on her guard this whole time.

    “Well, Jenny, I’m pretty much gay myself. I say ‘pretty much’ because I used to date women years ago. And on rare occasions my partners include females or trans shemales in our trysts. I guess if a female is all that’s available I’m okay with it but I much prefer males. How about you? Are you exclusive?”

    Jenny pondered this for a moment. Finally she offered “I wouldn’t say I’m exclusive to women. Like you, I started out dating guys. I just found that women give me so much more sexual satisfaction than guys. I mean, guys just want to stab you with their dick until they cum. That’s it. Most don’t have a clue how to satisfy a woman.”

    “Jenny, I told you that I’m not like most people. I’m totally outside the box and I nearly always do something that everybody remembers.” Seeing that her drink needed refilling I suggested that she come below to help pour more.

    Down below, she got more talkative, more inquisitive. “So what made you switch from girls to guys?”

    “Well, to begin with, I much prefer oral sex to the usual dick-pussy thing. All the girls I used to date raved about how I gave the best head ever. In my social group it became sort of a ‘thing’. Everyone talked about it and teased me.

    “Then one time in college I was renting an apartment with 3 others, 2 guys and a girl. We all got really drunk one night and the girl challenged me. She wanted to know how long it would take for me to get her off using only my mouth.”

    “Well … how long did it take?”

    “Two minutes, 45 seconds. But then the guys challenged me. ‘Bet you can’t suck me off that quick’ kind of challenge. So I sucked him off in 4 minutes, 20 seconds. Then the other guy in 5 minutes, 45 seconds. I discovered that I really preferred having a cock in my mouth. Nothing against women. It’s just more of a challenge to get a guy to cum.”

    You could see the wheels turning in her head. She sipped on her drink as she digested this info, planning what to do next.

    “Two minutes, 45? Really? I like it to last longer than that.”

    “Remember, Jenny, it was a challenge. Normally, I spend my time, intent on giving my partner maximum pleasure. I aim for multiple orgasms.”

    Now the wheels grinding in her head were in overdrive. “So, you could make me cum in less than 5 minutes, right?”

    “I probably could, but with someone as attractive and intriguing as you, I’d take my time. I’d linger and ensure that you came more than once. Tell me when was the last time someone made you cum.”

    “Honestly, Sailor, the last time someone got me to cum was over 6 months ago. But I get myself off almost daily. So there’s that.”

    “You know as well as I do that masturbating is just not the same. I can guarantee that I’ll do my best to get you to cum, probably multiple times. I’d be thrilled if you let me show you.”

    Her expression went from “no”, to “hmmm, maybe”, to “why not?” in a matter of 30 seconds. “I’ll let you try to get me off but only if I can time you.”

    I laughed. “It’s not a race, Jenny. But if you drop that towel and lay on the bed I’ll get started.”

    As she spread her legs I got my first view of her fuckbox. Her natural bush framed a generous pussy, fat lips, thin protruding labia with a small, crinkled asshole below. I lay on my belly between her legs and pushed her legs apart.

    I worked my way down her inner thighs and basically had a makeout session with her pussy. Kissing, nibbling and using my tongue and mouth on her lips elicited some oohhhs and aahhhs. Once my tongue parted her lips, her hips began twitching. It was only after I latched onto her erect clit that the gyrations really got going.

    I paid special attention to her clit, using every trick I had. Her response was commensurate with my efforts. As I worked my magic, I got more and more forceful. My tongue was smashing her clit flat, my lips were sucking it up firm, my teeth were nibbling. When I’d suck it in between my lips, I’d make it scrape against my teeth. She seemed to particularly like that, grunting out groans and bucking her hips.

    Once I got my fingers involved, finger fucking her cunt, she was all but done. I’d lift my mouth off her clit and finger fuck her hard. I’d curl my fingers searching for that elusive G spot. Then wrap my mouth back around her clit. Back and forth until she arched her back, urgently exclaimed “Oh my God … yes! … YES!” and let her pussy drain it’s pent up desires.

    Sensing her weakened condition and needing some relief myself, I instantly climbed on top and thrust my hard cock up her sloppy hole. No complaint. In fact, she raised her legs straight up and let me slide my cock in and out until I reciprocated by draining myself into her vagina.

    As we lay next to each other, I casually said “You have a really nice cunt. I certainly want you to remember this special occasion. Want me to get you off again?” She reached over, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to her pussy. I got busy right away.

    I counted eight orgasms, not including two of my own. As we motored the Love Boat back to the harbor, she commented in an offhand way “Took you twelve minutes, twenty seconds for the first one. I didn’t time any of the others.”


  • The Joke’s On Batgirl (Sequel to The Joker’s On Batgirl)

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    The Joke’s On Batgirl
    (The Sequel to The Joker’s On Batgirl)
    By rutger5 Copyright 2016

    Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn’t cause Barbara to change her plans.

    After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other weightier subjects.

    Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

    Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it worse and she’d been forced to carry extra pairs of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all times so she could change when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

    She’d even gone to a singles bar (while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham’s red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

    It had received numerous workouts in the short time she’d owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn’t the same as a warm, human body. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she’d become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn’t know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would drift off into an uneasy slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

    Making matters worse was that areas in her life that would have comforted her in the past or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn’t pressed the issue.

    Part of that was because he’d been wracked by guilt and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands (and assorted other body parts) of the Joker and his gang. Since he’d been the one to tell her of the Joker’s escape and had given her his (reluctant) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

    Unlike many he had given a public statement in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to track down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn’t even a rumor of his location in Gotham’s underworld grapevine.

    Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the main topic of conversation with most librarians weighing in (in hushed tones, of course) on the controversial and salacious subject. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose greatest pleasures in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the female population.

    “Why she’s nothing but a common tart and libertine,” she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

    “Now I don’t know about that Miss Peychaud,” the larger woman replied before her angular co-worker interrupted.

    “Oh please, spare me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the morals of an alley cat in heat. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in? It’s so skintight that it’s a wonder she can breathe at all and I have no doubt that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered.”

    “Well I admit her costume isn’t loose fitting but she also has the figure to pull it off. Most of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she’s done a lot of good things. Countless times I’ve read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril.”

    “Bah! It’s my contention that her so called heroics are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more likely outright lies. If you dig deep you’d probably find that she traded sexual favors with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could become famous. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl – a degenerate tramp.”

    Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn’t liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be nice to have friends in high places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud’s mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another librarian burst into the room gasping for breath.

    “Miss Gordon! Come quickly, we have a problem!”

    “Yes Enid, what’s the matter?” Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the junior librarian’s face.

    “There’s a man using the computer… and oh my. I don’t know how to say this…”

    “Calm down Enid,” Barbara told her in a soothing tone as she headed for the door, “and tell me as we walk. Okay?”

    “Oh yes Miss Gordon, I’m sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn’t realize I’d be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue library books would be the worst thing I’d have to deal with.”

    The other librarians wanting to know what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to follow Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

    “So like I was saying Miss Gordon there’s a man using a computer, but I think he’s homeless because his clothes are filthy and he smells really bad.”

    “While that isn’t pleasant Enid I don’t think…”

    “No, that’s not the real problem although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he’s watching pornography on the library computer with the volume turned up all the way.”

    “All right Enid, I’ll handle this. You wait here.”

    “Are you sure Miss Gordon, if you want I’ll come with you,” she replied though it was clear by the look on her face she didn’t want to.

    “Yes I’m sure.”

    With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent lawsuit filed by the GCCLU (Gotham City Criminal Liberties Union) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren’t grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the good of the other library users.

    “Excuse me sir,” she said as she approached him from behind, “might I have a word with you about making the library experience better for all?”

    At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to tell for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they’d been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

    “Hey baby, you want some of what she’s getting on screen? Is that why you’re here? Cause I have just what you need,” he told her as he fondled himself obscenely through his filthy trousers.

    Her retort died on her lips as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

    “Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,” she said while avoiding looking at both the computer screen and the man’s bulging groin, “was that you could show some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the provided headphones so as not to disturb others?”

    “Why? No one else is here but you and me sweetie. Besides I know my rights,” he said before belching loudly.

    “Yes, your rights,” Barbara replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying teeth intermingled with cheap gin. “So you won’t reconsider then?”

    “No but my offer still goes for you. If you’re nice or rather nasty I’ll give you a good fuck. What do you say Miss Prim and Proper?” he asked while chuckling.

    Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her toned legs and butt the whole time. She didn’t pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

    “Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I’m calling from the main branch of the Gotham City Library where we’re having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please send a patrol car here as soon as possible? Thank you so much,” she said before hanging up.

    “I have to say Miss Gordon that though I don’t normally believe in using one’s connections in this case its justified,” Miss Peychaud sniffed.

    “Well Miss Peychaud while I’m so pleased to receive your approval I’ve used no connections. I didn’t mention my name or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the computer there are other factors which I’ll point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at least for today.”

    True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the older of the two officers cut him off.

    “Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some bleeding heart judge but I don’t care. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you’re sober. And if you give me a hard time then I’ll charge you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the judge going to believe – a piece of human garbage like you or a sweet young woman like this? So this is what you’re going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rights. Now move!”

    Grumbling to himself the bum stood and shuffled off with the officers accompanying him. The older one tipped his cap to Barbara and said “Ma’am,” as he departed.

    Sighing in relief she thought they’d need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘actors’ double penetrated the young woman.

    It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation’s capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

    Barbara’s agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

    Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the images she’d watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn’t enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

    Closing her eyes she allowed her vivid imagination to take over and if her fellow librarians had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

    In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck muscles were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

    “Yes, give it to me! Please don’t stop!” Barbara gasped as her own hands drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, guttural moan as she came like gangbusters.

    It took a few minutes for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which point her hand released her tender breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

    Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the heady aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the rest of the day without losing control again.

    Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did make some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a zipper in the back, she turned it into two pieces.

    The top section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the bottom section and of course mending what sections Harley and the Joker had cut. That allowed the bottoms to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

    As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with little results to show for it. Despite her running a longer distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a cool down.

    Now much as Barbara’s apartment building had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

    Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some real mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

    Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to make sure it didn’t escalate but something snapped in her.

    Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up frustrations from the past few week’s events but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

    While her bedroom window faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the side and it was there that she’d seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sweden who was working the summer for a couple who also lived in her building.

    The girl must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he’d trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with fear and unable to move. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn’t there for at that moment he seized the wrist of the young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

    “Now keep quiet girlie and do as you’re told or I’ll hurt you,” he ordered as he let go of her so he could lower his zipper though he never got the chance.

    “Hey lowlife, why not let her go and take your chances with me instead,” Batgirl called out in a loud voice.

    He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved hands on her hips, her full, red lips curled in a half smile.

    “Batgirl! Didn’t the Joker put you in your place from what I saw? Maybe you want some more of that, huh? So what’s it gonna be. This,” he said brandishing the razor knife, “or maybe you want some of this?” he told her holding his crotch. “After seeing your video I’m guessing it’s gonna be my hard cock.”

    “Well why don’t you come closer and I’ll tell you,” she replied hoping to draw him away from the au pair and her charge.

    As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her kick was so fast that the weapon was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The coup de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the alley pavement.

    The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering “Thank you,” over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn’t move as the closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flowers and her soft, voluptuous body felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under enough to speak.

    “You’re welcome Miss but perhaps you could let me go so I can make sure that he’s no longer a threat.”

    “Inga, I am Inga,” the young woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close that Batgirl could still feel her warm breath on her face.

    “Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police?” Batgirl asked though she was unable to look into the young woman’s ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the lustful thoughts she was thinking about her.

    “Yes, I have mobile phone. I call 911, no?”

    “That’s right Inga,” Batgirl replied as she checked on the condition of the would-be rapist.

    He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young charge was okay. The toddler had managed to sleep through all the excitement and had a peaceful smile on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

    “Police on way Batgirl, you are my heroine! I was so scared when that man grab me and then you were there to save me. But my heart still beating so fast! Here, you see,” she said taking Batgirl’s hand and placing it on her ample chest.

    Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga’s heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl’s hand was pressed to her bountiful bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

    “You must let me thank you properly Batgirl. If not for you then who knows what happen to me. So what you say?” she said opening her eyes and staring into Batgirl’s.

    “There’s no need for that Inga. Helping you was all the reward I need,” Batgirl replied, her mouth suddenly dry.

    “You so sweet as well as brave but I really want to do…something… to show my appreciation. I do anything for you,” she said before licking her lower lip sensuously.

    Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl’s hand as the patrolmen climbed from the car and approached them.

    “So what happened here?” one of the policemen asked as he surveyed the scene.

    “This bad man,” Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the ground, “he grab me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and save me.”

    After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

    “Yes Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the vicinity when I heard him making threatening comments so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is right over there,” Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

    “Riley,” the first policeman barked out, “get that in an evidence bag and make sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I’m glad to see you’re still in the fight after everything that’s happened.”

    “Thank you, that means a lot to me knowing there are still people in my corner,” she replied in a quiet voice.

    “Now Miss,” he said addressing Inga, “I’m going to need some information from you for my report.”

    As Officer Muldoon took down Inga’s statement his partner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many people watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

    “All right Miss Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We’ll be in touch with you as the case proceeds. Better get the little feller back home.”

    “Okay, thank you. I will Officer.”

    She had started to move toward the stroller when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the crime fighter on the mouth while slipping something into her hand.

    “That card has my mobile number and email address on it so contact me. Tomorrow is my off day,” she whispered before going.

    The crowd had burst into cheers at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn’t know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

    “It’s turning into a circus out here so I was wondering if you would like to go to the stationhouse and give your statement there?”

    Seeing an out to escape the situation about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

    “Since that dirtbag is in the back seat why don’t you ride in the front with us. It might be a little crowded but better than being with the trash.”

    “Yes thank you Officer, I will.”

    She slid onto the seat with Officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly better than the alternative. Officer Riley was using the police radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

    Because of her reminiscing she really wasn’t paying close attention so when Officer Riley had to stop short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off guard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left hand shot out to steady himself and wound up on top of Batgirl’s leg right above her knee.

    “Sorry,” he mumbled.

    “That’s alright,” she replied but even after the car resumed moving his hand remained on her thigh.

    Well to be more accurate his hand did move but it began creeping higher up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn’t have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to make matters worse he had a gold wedding band on his finger so he must be married. But on the other hand she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

    Making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red light Officer Riley’s hand began to fondle her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their hands away leaving her high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

    “I’ll bring him to a holding cell,” Officer Riley said taking the man by the elbow and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

    “All right, you do that and I’ll get Batgirl’s statement,” Officer Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to accompany him.

    He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the door behind them. The room contained four metal chairs and a table and after the summer heat outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl’s skin. The cop produced a pen and a piece of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

    “Just write down what happened today if you don’t mind and I’ll attach it to our official report later.”

    “Of course Officer Muldoon,” she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get comfortable but whether due to the hard, cold metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

    Despite that it took only a few minutes for her to write everything down in her distinctive cursive script.

    “Finished,” she said putting down the pen and looking up.

    He nodded in reply before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could read it. As he did he rested a hand on her shoulder and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her firm breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hand was squeezing the other one. Even before he’d touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

    In response her left hand reached across her body until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon’s leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to gasp when she started massaging his bulge through the material of his uniform pants as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a fair trade off he thought.

    For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other hand began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she move her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to yank down his pants and boxers. She giggled with delight when his hard cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

    She took him to the back of her mouth in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen head remained inside. Batgirl’s tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his balls, adding to his pleasure and if things had continued like this for much longer he may have cum sooner than he wished. But just then the door opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

    “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting,” Batgirl told him after first pulling her mouth off his partner’s erection. “Get over here and let me see if your cock is as tasty as his is.”

    Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand next to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon’s rigid cock and as soon as Riley’s pants were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

    For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she’d released his cock and took his partner’s he moved to the side of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep Riley’s stiff cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily take her hand off his balls.

    Officer Muldoon’s lips then took her sensitive nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley’s erection for all she was worth. After a minute of breast play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his hand continued to tweak her nipple.

    “Batgirl, do you think you can stand? I really want to taste your pussy if I can.”

    “Mmm hmm,” was all she managed to say while keeping Riley’s cock in her mouth but she was able to shift her body by raising her ass a few inches off the chair allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

    As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn’t easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

    Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could reach after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley’s erection prompting him to take her breast and squeeze it hard.

    “Enough tongue,” she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could speak, “I want your cock in me – now!”

    Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to guide his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one thrust. After letting out a little gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

    Now whether it was because they were partners or just coincidence the two cops managed to synchronize their movements to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon’s cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley’s swollen head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to hold onto Riley’s legs for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

    A few thrusts later she was cumming on Muldoon’s member, her juices seeping onto and past his driving cock. He was sweating profusely by this time despite the air conditioning and he knew if things continued at this rate he’d be filling her with his sperm in no time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to cum but he also wished to prolong the pleasure so after one more thrust he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

    “Hey partner, you want a turn? I’m telling you I’ve never felt a tighter pussy in my life and it’s so hot and wet.”

    “Sign me up for that buddy,” Riley replied as his cock slipped from her mouth with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

    “If you’re going to fuck me too then help me onto the table first,” Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, athletic body up.

    The two cops wasted no time but lifted and placed her on the tabletop in a sitting position.

    “Mmmm, why don’t you help me get my boots and pants off so we can have some more fun.”

    Riley went right to work, first removing her high heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

    Her gloved hand reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the head and brought it to her opening before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slid deep inside her wet folds. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

    “Officer Muldoon my little mouth is so empty. Do you know of anything hard and tasty to fill it with? I think you do.”

    Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn’t stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. She made a gurgling sound as her throat was pierced by his invading member though that didn’t stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

    While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide cock, using short, powerful thrusts. His hand brought her bare foot to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his rigid cock from her mouth.

    “Hey lets switch places again pal. I don’t think I can last much longer and I’d really like to feel her sweet pussy again before I lose it.”

    Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a couple more rapid pumps of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl’s body around so that she was flat on her back and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley’s face. He took the bait and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

    Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn’t penetrate her pussy at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of paradise he went slower than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

    However despite his best efforts her tight pussy muscles soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard meat against her soft pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

    During this Batgirl held onto Riley’s legs to steady herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each thrust his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That move was all it took to send him over the edge.

    Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley’s body tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl’s throat was flooded with his thick ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn’t let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lips allowing her tongue to lick his sensitive head making him moan loudly.

    Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a couple of feet away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent orgasm.

    “May the saints preserve us! Now what in Heaven’s name is going on in here?” the loud voice of Chief O’Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

    Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was unaware that the door had even opened. On hearing the Chief he’d first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull his uniform trousers up to cover his exposed member.

    For his part Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl’s cave just as it began to shoot drops of white liquid love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O’Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking place Chief O’Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

    “Riley, Muldoon I’m very disappointed in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a fine lass waiting at home for you. What would she think of what you’ve been doing? I’m sure she’d be heartbroken if she knew. On top of that you’re both still on duty so you’re cheating the taxpayers while you carry on.”

    Neither man could reply to his comments for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their guilty eyes on the tile floor.

    “Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet?” the Chief asked with a stern expression on his broad face.

    When they shook their heads no he sighed before speaking again.

    “Well perhaps you can see to that now that you’ve taken care of more important matters first. And don’t even think about putting in for overtime today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself clear? Good, now get out.”

    Without saying another word both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the time the Chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her bare feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon’s cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstances she still wasn’t satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her attention to Chief O’Hara.

    “I want to apologize to you Chief for putting you in such a difficult position. I don’t know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,” she said batting her eyelashes at him while moving closer to the big Irish cop.

    “Umm, oh well Batgirl,” he stammered, “there be no need to apologize. Though you’ve helped out the department many times including today you’re a private citizen not a public servant. So it’s a different matter for you. They on the other hand should know better than to be carrying on while on duty.”

    While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an attempt to not look at her nearly nude body but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she’d moved right in front of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform jacket only made things more difficult for the Chief despite his best intentions.

    “Still I have to bear some of the blame Chief. It can’t be easy for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I’ve been told I’m quite distracting. What do you think Chief O’Hara, do you find it hard to concentrate with me so close?”

    She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another part of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the Chief worried the seams might burst.

    “Oh I see I have my answer,” Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding tent in his pants. “Would you like some help with that Chief?”

    As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking difficult he attempted one more time to do the honorable thing.

    “That’s not necessary Batgirl,” he told her in a hoarse voice.

    He then tried to adjust her yellow cape so it would cover her firm breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of mind principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with more urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her breast while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

    Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seated body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the other took off the Chief’s hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

    Needing no further guidance the Chief began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his free hand moved upward to take hold of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the erect nipple sending signals to both her brain and pussy.

    “Oh yes!” she cried out as she gyrated her hips on the Chief’s lap stimulating his trapped erection.

    For the next few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O’Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn’t take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a moment’s embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she’d left on his trousers but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

    Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to pull his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and ready for action. The head was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thick and swollen with veins twisting around it.

    Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

    “Faith and begorrah! That feels so good! That’s it Batgirl, suck me shillelagh!”

    She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid cock as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hand firmly around the wide base.

    She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his cock right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn’t stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to allow her body to adjust for though Chief O’Hara wasn’t longer than his officers he was certainly thicker.

    While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn’t help but reflect on how you could never figure out this crazy, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O’Hara’s knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

    Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making sure to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The Chief didn’t disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the same time his strong hands grabbed hold of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

    “Oh yes!” she whispered into his ear. “That’s it. Uhhnn, feels so good with your big cock in me!”

    He didn’t reply for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he’d never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he’d go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her yellow utility belt. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to pull her down hard onto his cock before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

    They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O’Hara’s shillelagh with great interest. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fixated on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

    Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to escape the confines of his dress slacks. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

    The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her puckered backdoor. Due to her body’s movement it was unable to gain access however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

    “Well Chief, I can see what’s delayed you and I can’t say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old friend a favor? I’m having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl’s beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school style sodomy.”

    “Whatever you want Commissioner but would you prefer for me to leave?” the Chief asked as his hands pulled Batgirl’s supple ass cheeks as far apart as they would go.

    “Certainly not Chief,” he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl’s exposed sphincter, “among good friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old chums can’t share a woman what’s this world coming to.”

    Once he’d said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom head against her puckered hole which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to bury her face against Chief O’Hara’s burly shoulder.

    After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl’s booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the sensation. Taking a deep breath he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his masked daughter’s mouth.

    After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight holes to the brim with hard cock. In less than two minutes Chief O’Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl’s incredibly tight pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner’s driving cock on the other side of her pussy membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on earth beckoned.

    “Glory be! It’s like the saints be marching in me blarney stones!” he cried out as his shillelagh exploded deep inside Batgirl’s wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

    Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O’Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy face had regained its normal color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl’s waist and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief’s spent cock to slip out of Batgirl’s pussy as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O’Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

    “I think it be best for me to get going Commissioner,” he said as he pulled up his uniform pants.

    “Right you are Chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the office in case something happens and I have a feeling it’s going to be a while before I get back there. I’m going to enjoy fucking Batgirl’s ass for as long as I can manage.”

    Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his balls would meet her wet little pussy at which time he would reverse direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

    Despite her placid exterior Barbara’s mind was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and daughters weren’t supposed to engage in sexual relations and yet to her shame part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn’t realize it was his own daughter for he’d never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To have him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn’t right about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

    So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the best course of action was to let things proceed and enjoy herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would make the actual act more enjoyable.

    “Commissioner,” she said in a low, quavering voice, “may I ask you something?”

    “Certainly Batgirl, ask me anything you like,” he replied as he buried his wide cock in her clenching ass.

    “By any uhhn chance do you oohh have a pair of handcuffs with you?” she gasped out as her father continued tapping her tantalizing tush.

    On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a perverted gleam that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket his hand emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

    “I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die hard and though I’m now the commissioner I’ve never forgotten how I started out as a simple patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuffs and a detective special with me.”

    Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the table and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

    “Though I would never do this with an actual suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in front of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they’ll do you more good there, you may find a use for them.”

    After saying this he secured her hands in front of her then pulled a chair up next to them.

    “I want you to kneel on this chair sideways Batgirl. It will probably be easier to move one leg at a time.”

    She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair’s placement so that her head and shoulders could just reach the table with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more force so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

    “Play with yourself Batgirl,” he grunted, “like a good little slut. That’s right, finger your little pussy while I use your hot ass.”

    His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger from her other hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass’ over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

    For his part Commissioner Gordon’s mind was in two places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl’s perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as tight and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

    It was that memory of his ex-wife (and Barbara’s mother) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the doctor had advised the couple to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the time he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

    So at first they had practiced oral sex but her skills weren’t up to the task of satisfying him multiple times each day. She’d been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone slow and easy the first time in order to not hurt her and though she didn’t enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

    He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to water. The only reason he hadn’t initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in normal intercourse again that things began to unravel.

    He just didn’t enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until other issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting custody of their daughter.

    Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfect ass to satisfy him the same way his ex’s had for that short time and he’d never found it. The respectable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take extreme measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn’t take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

    Such actions had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only resist the powerful urges for so long before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he’d seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his full, thick length into her with each thrust.

    Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon’s part hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his cock as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he’d been vainly searching for all those lost years.

    Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the best way to convince her to make this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility belt and the last drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon’s eyes narrowed for right next to the white, liquid pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl’s utility belt before but now lay exposed.

    EPILOGUE

    Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the peak of carnal pleasure when one final lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her whole body felt at one with the universe as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and lights and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

    Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga’s head nestled between her parted thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower pace with an occasional light kiss to Batgirl’s inner thigh.

    “Do you like, my sweet, delicious heroine?” she asked with a shy smile before resuming her oral ministrations.

    “Yes Inga. Words can’t express how much I’m enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must stop for a minute.”

    “But why? I want to lick you until my tongue is too tired to move. You deserve it and your pussy tastes so good to me.”

    “Because I said so,” Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her upper body to an upright position, “and also because I want to kiss you and I can’t while you’re licking my pussy.”

    “Okay for that I stop,” Inga replied moving from her prone position to where she was on her hands and knees.

    She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their lips moved against each other’s and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other’s mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

    When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo move she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga’s head then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no time in raising her head off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl’s sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

    Batgirl marveled at how tiny and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl’s tongue burrowed deep inside Inga’s pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl’s tongue to penetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga’s erect little clit instead.

    When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her whole nervous system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga’s tight pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more intense than the last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

    “Oh please you must stop or I will die from too much cumming! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to show me mercy. Please!”

    While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussy muscle spasms Inga was having Batgirl was unable to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to squirm out from underneath Batgirl’s body.

    “I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can have more fun. It was just too much you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those things to me as well. I just want to bring you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn’t expect you to return favor and it was too much for my poor nerves. I rest a little.”

    After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous body on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga’s ample bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga’s still erect clitoris while her mouth took the Swede’s nipple inside and sucked on it.

    “No!” Inga shrieked as she tried to pull away unsuccessfully. “Please, no more. Well maybe more but not like this. I want to do something for both of us, pretty please, so you stop my beautiful Batgirl.”

    “All right Inga but you better do it now because I can’t help myself. You are too sexy for me to keep my hands and lips off for long.”

    “Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so horny for any other girl, not even my friend Helga back home who teach me about girl love. You lie on back and I show you good time.”

    No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl’s thighs until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their heads were pointed in opposite directions. With a wicked smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl’s. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other’s.

    Taking a deep breath Inga grabbed Batgirl’s bare thigh then asked “Are you ready?”

    The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet pussy against Batgirl’s, sending waves of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn’t take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was close behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

    This didn’t slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring movements, their smooth legs and wet pussies writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but upright though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl’s. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl’s leg until with a loud cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

    “I die,” she whispered after she’d recovered sufficiently enough to speak, “but only little death like French say.”

    A short time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn’t until the crime fighter was pulling on her pants that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

    “Please wait Batgirl, one more favor I beg of you though after all you’ve done for me already I have no right to ask…”

    “What is it my darling?” Batgirl asked as she stood so she could pull her pants all the way up.

    “One last kiss to remember me by, please.”

    Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au pair’s cheek before responding.

    “Oh, so you don’t wish to see me again after this? And here I was hoping this was the start of a beautiful friendship.”

    Batgirl had to maintain all her self-control to not laugh as she said this but the look of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga’s face warmed her heart (and loins)greatly.

    “Oh I want to but I didn’t dare to dream we see each other again. So then this be kiss good night, okay?”

    Once she’d said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl’s legs just in case she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right on her wet, puffy pussy lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French kiss of a sort, with Inga’s nimble tongue sliding between her pussy lips. At the same time the au pair’s nose connected with Batgirl’s clit stimulating her further.

    “Oh yes! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don’t stop! Oh, oh,” Batgirl cried out as her hands grabbed Inga’s blond hair as paradise beckoned yet again.

    Five minutes later the two stood by the window in an embrace, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her soft mouth tenderly while staring into her eyes before releasing her.

    “I’m sorry beautiful, I have to go but I promise to get in touch soon. Okay?”

    “You make sure you do my heroine,” the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her hands off her new lover’s perfect ass.

    Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it open without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

    After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no light had been on when she’d left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like quiet breathing. Not knowing what to expect she inched the door open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living room she could see the seated figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the living room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

    She stood motionless for a moment as the man stood then turned in her direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a copy of the police report to the floor below before taking a step forward.

    “Barbara?!?” Commissioner Gordon said.

    THE END


  • Titcage (Chapter 16 and 17)

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

    Chapter 16
    THE LAST DAY

    The next morning Kitten drove Claire in to work. Claire said nothing to her about Kitten fucking Claire’s father, and Kitten didn’t volunteer anything.

    Claire didn’t really understand her own feelings. There was so much strange going on. She liked Kitten – maybe more than any friend she’d ever had. But when she thought about Kitten she also thought about Kitten’s cunt. And Kitten was such a slut, and last night she had made Claire feel like her house was some kind of brothel. But Kitten was so much better and nicer than the other girls at Titcage.

    Anyway it was so hard for Claire to think straight now. She never felt normal. For so much of the time she was horny, or underdressed, or looking at naked sluts. Even when she was at home in her room she had to go without panties. She didn’t have a good frame of reference for telling what she should be thinking.

    And so Claire said nothing, and hugged Kitten fondly when they got to work. Because anyway, today was her last day at Titcage. Next week she would be back to school like a normal girl, and everything would be better.

    She handed in her panties at Michael’s office, and went to work. She snuggled up against Jim’s naked cock as he stood behind her, and didn’t mind when he came on her face twice before lunch, and once after. She opened her mouth wide for the last one, and caught most of it on her tongue. It tasted good.

    She pissed twice with Kitten, and the second time she let Kitten kiss her on the mouth while they pissed. It was better and nicer and more loving than when Sluthole did it, and besides, this was her last day. Kitten cried a little when she realised Claire wasn’t going to be coming back, and Claire cried too, and they hugged, naked in the toilet.

    Michael’s “panties” for her today were nothing but a set of red tassels with clips, that he instructed her to clip to her labia. She did as she was told, and looked like a slut when she was done, and did not feel at all okay about Michael photographing her mostly-naked and lewdly-decorated twat, but again, it was her last day.

    At the end of the day Claire went to Michael’s office to turn in her badge. However, when she arrived she found not just Michael waiting, but also her mother and father.

    ‘Claire, honey!’ said her mother. ‘We have wonderful news!’

    Claire panicked. What were her parents doing here? Did they know that Titcage made her act like a slut? Surely they could see the pictures of the naked girls on the wall! Would her father spank her more for working in a slutty place like this?

    ‘Mum, what are you here for?’ she said.
    ‘We’ve been talking to your very nice boss,’ said her mother, ‘and he’s agreed to let you work here the rest of the school year.’

    Claire was horrified. ‘But mum, I don’t want to! I have school!’

    ‘We’re taking you out of school, Claire,’ said her father. ‘Your grades this year weren’t very good anyway. You can repeat next year, with a bit of money and work experience under your belt.’

    ‘Michael here has agreed to pay you a very generous wage, considering you’re just starting out,’ said Claire’s mother. ‘And he says you’re already rising in the organisation.’

    Claire thought of her badge – W rank. She certainly was rising. She didn’t want to rise higher.

    ‘But mum…’ whined Claire, starting to cry.

    ‘Oh, don’t cry, Claire, it doesn’t make you look very smart,’ said her mother. ‘You’ll work here and that’s the end of it. I want you to turn up for work on Monday, and I want to hear good reports from Michael about how hard you’re working. If you do anything to get yourself fired from a good-paying job like this, you can just start paying your own food and rent, young missy.’

    Claire looked around, hoping for some reprieve, but there was none to be had. Her father was nodding approvingly.

    ‘We’ll be so glad to have you, Claire,’ Michael was saying. ‘You’ve done excellent work here and you’ve adjusted so well to the organisation. Now that you’re going to be a permanent employee we’ll be able to give you a lot more interesting tasks, as well.’

    Claire cried all the way home. She didn’t want to go back to working at that slutty, confusing place. She cried even more when her dad spanked her cunt back at home, and a little more still when she orgasmed under his hand.

    That weekend, Claire didn’t do anything. She just huddled in her bed, hating her life. She kept her panties off, as she was required to do, and she didn’t hide from the cameras in her room, as much as she wanted to rip them off the wall. Steph came in a few times and tried to cheer her up, but Claire was inconsolable. The only things that seemed to help were drinking her red cordial and occasionally masturbating. Kitten came round on Saturday afternoon to bring her more cordial, but Claire didn’t come down to see her.

    And so she came around to Monday morning, and the dreaded start of her full-time work at Titcage.

    Chapter 17
    RE-ORIENTATION

    Michael took her panties from her when she arrived in the morning.

    ‘Okay, Claire,’ he said. ‘Now that you’re permanent, we need to get you set up with some more stuff, and that’s what we’ll spend today doing. Now, I need you to look at this. It’s the criteria for W grade. I expect you to make this grade by the end of the week. We don’t normally put that kind of pressure on our new employees, but I think you can take it. And if you can’t, I’ll be telling your mother that you’re not working out here.’

    Claire looked at the card Michael was offering.

    W Grade
    Presentation:
    – Spends at least 35 waking hours a week without panties.
    – Wears clothes that emphasise tits.
    – Generally exposes her tits and/or twat while indoors with no male company.
    Attitude & Obedience:
    – Is appropriately productive at work.
    – Clitoris is pierced with a Titcage ring
    – Wears a full Titcage ID with tit and twat photos, and has been assessed for fuck skill if not a virgin.
    Routine:
    – Sleeps naked.
    Toileting:
    – Wets herself among friends or family at least once a month.
    Masturbation:
    – Masturbates at least eight times a week.
    – Tastes own cunt juices when masturbating.
    Treatment of Sluts:
    – Consistently uses language that degrades and objectifies females.
    Treatment of Men:
    – Hugs men to greet them and doesn’t release until they do.

    ‘You’re already spending the 35 hours without panties, because you don’t wear them at work,’ said Michael. ‘And you’re appropriately productive. And our surveillance shows that you masturbate enough. So that leaves a few categories.’

    He threw her a shirt. ‘Put this on,’ he said. Unhappily, Claire complied, taking off her button-up dress shirt and putting on the new one. It was tight and stretchy, and the fabric pulled over her tits in a way that showed the bra underneath. It was slutty.

    ‘That’ll do you for today, but you might need to do a shopping trip to find more clothes that emphasise your tits. Kitten will probably help you, if you ask. Speaking of Kitten, if you’re hanging out alone with her, you should probably be naked now. Same when you’re alone with any other woman. We don’t want you to freak people out, so there’s some leeway there, but in general we want you to routinely strip down when there’s no men around.’

    Claire unsuccessfully tried to cover her large tits with her arms as she listened to Michael.

    ‘You’ll need to sleep naked, of course,’ he said. ‘I know you sleep with your sister, but I think you’ll be able to come up with something. Okay, this one here – “wets herself” – that’s just pissing in your panties, or down your leg if you have no panties on. No one needs to know you’ve done it, you just need to piss yourself in company.’

    ‘Like in the toilets?’ asked Claire.

    ‘No, that’s regular toileting,’ said Michael. ‘This means pissing yourself somewhere outside the toilets, like on the bus, or at the dinner table. You only need to do it once a month.’

    The thought horrified Claire, but she thought that if she could do it in front of Kitten, rather than some stranger, it would probably be all right.

    ‘Now when you’re fingerfucking yourself, we want you to lick or suck on your fingers during it, so you taste your juices. You can do that, right?’

    Claire nodded.

    ‘And keep working on your language. Remember, your gender are sluts and whores, not girls or women. And you have big udders that are for raping, remember?’

    Claire nodded again.

    ‘Now, let’s practice this one,’ said Michael, pointing to the bottom of the list. ‘Say hello to me by hugging me, and don’t let go until I do.’

    Claire walked over to him. ‘Hi Michael,’ she said, and wrapped her arms around him. Her big tits mashed up against his chest. He wrapped his own arms around her in response.

    Long moments passed, and he didn’t let her go. She felt one of his hands dip down to her buttocks, and caress her ass for a moment. Then, finally, he released, and Claire did too.

    ‘Just like that,’ said Michael, ‘with every boy you need to say hello to. Now, come through here and sit down.’

    He led Claire into the room where she’d taped her new training tape. She unhappily sat in the chair, and let him tie her into place, her arms tied down and her legs tied spread.

    ‘Sluthole will take it from here,’ he said, and left, even as a look of panic appeared on Claire’s face.

    Shortly after he left, Sluthole arrived. ‘Hi, Fucktwat,’ she said, grinning evilly. ‘Hey, today I made V grade, so I guess I’m your superior again now.’

    ‘Please…’ said Claire, but stopped when Sluthole stuffed a rolled-up pair of panties in Claire’s mouth. They tasted like pussy. Claire couldn’t quite spit them out.

    ‘Shut up, Fucktwat,’ said Sluthole. She undid one of Claire’s arms, then pulled up Claire’s top so that it came over Claire’s arm. She repeated on the other side, and pulled the top off completely. Then she unhooked Claire’s black bra and did the same thing, exposing Claire’s large tits.

    When she was done she then took off Claire’s skirt, revealing her nude cunt. Claire was now tied naked to the chair, with her legs spread.

    ‘Right, Fucktwat, first you need a new ID.’ Sluthole got out a camera and proceeded to photograph Claire’s nude tits and twat. Claire started to cry at this point, and only cried harder when Sluthole reached out and viciously twisted her nipple. ‘Shut up, Twat!’ Sluthole yelled.

    Next Sluthole leaned in and started kissing Claire, and while she kissed Claire she began to rub Claire’s pussy. Claire hated herself as she started to get wet from the treatment, and soon her fuckhole was dripping wet. Wet… and warm? Claire freaked out – oh my god! – she was pissing! She’d come to associate the feeling of kissing Sluthole and having her pussy rubbed with urinating and she’d just started releasing her bladder without thinking.

    Sluthole jumped back as piss spurted from Claire’s pussy. ‘You dirty slut!’ she said, and slapped at Claire’s cunt, splattering piss over Claire’s legs. She waited until the humiliated Claire was done pissing, and then stepped in and cruelly pinched Claire’s clitoris before going back to kissing and masturbating her.

    When Claire was very wet, Sluthole said, ‘Now we test your cunt capacity.’ Over the next fifteen minutes, Sluthole proceeded to fuck Claire’s pussy with a range of dildos, each one bigger than the last, until finally they were so big that they hurt going in and Claire started to cry again. When she did, Sluthole stopped, and took a note. ‘1.2 litres,’ she said.

    Sluthole kissed and rubbed Claire again until the pain in her twat began to fade. Then she stepped back, and picked up two objects from a nearby table – a sharp needle and a small blowtorch. With the torch, she heated the needle until it was glowing red.

    Claire freaked out. She writhed and twisted and screamed into her gag but to no avail. Sluthole stepped up, grinning, grabbed Claire’s clitoris, and ran the needle through it.

    Claire almost fainted; she barely felt it when Sluthole ran an official Titcage clitoris ring through Claire’s new clit piercing. When she was able to concentrate again she found Sluthole kissing and rubbing her again, and shortly thereafter Claire orgasmed.

    When Claire was done shuddering and gasping, Sluthole untied her and let her dress. Claire stumbled back into Michael’s office.

    ‘I hope you had fun,’ said Michael. ‘I’m getting the new ID with your photos and measurements printed while I speak. But a few things about your new ring, Claire.’

    He stepped forward and ran his hand over Claire’s cheek.

    ‘First, you wear the ring always. Always. Second, if you’re sitting at any chair that has a ring connector in the middle of the seat, you clip your ring to it, so you’re connected to the chair by your clit. Third, if a chair like that is available you should always prefer it to chairs that aren’t.’

    He pushed his thumb into Claire’s mouth. Claire knew what was expected, and sucked on it while he talked.

    ‘The ring has fairly expensive electronics in it. It surveys your cunt temperature and dampness. We’re having new electronic IDs introduced soon so that we can display that information on your badge for everyone to see, but for now it just prints to an internal database so we can see how often you’re horny. It can also buzz like a vibrator, and emit small electric shocks.’

    ‘Like my old trainer?’ asked Claire, mumbling around Michael’s thumb.

    ‘Exactly like your old trainer.’ He pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth, almost making her gag. ‘In fact, to some extent this will replace your trainer. It’ll sync to your earbuds whenever you have them in and deliver the appropriate shocks and buzzes. You can wear this to bed now instead of the dildo if you like. But we recommend you use the dildo anyway if you can, because sluts like having their cunt full, don’t they?’

    Unable to speak, Claire just nodded.

    Afterwards they had a little party in the break room. There was a cake, and drinks. Claire started to feel good about herself again, with everyone welcoming her to Titcage and telling her they were glad to have her there.

    Then at the end, Sluthole made her kneel on the ground, and brought Jim over. She stood behind Jim and caressed and pumped his cock, aiming it at Claire’s face, until finally Jim orgasmed, and spurted semen all over Claire in front of everyone. Sluthole made Claire say thank you, and wiped Jim’s cock off on Claire’s face, and then sent Claire to work without letting her clean the sperm off.

    When it came time for her to report to Michael to wear panties, she was relieved to find that today he only wanted her to try on a pair of lacy red briefs. They were sluttier than anything she’d worn prior to coming to Titcage but they were conservative compared to having her co-workers ejaculate on her. Michael also gave Claire permission to clean her face after he’d photographed her, and Claire gratefully went to the bathroom and washed the cum from her face.

    (To be continued…)


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