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For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes, Kathryn Gray
glanced up at the large clock on the office wall. It had been one of
those days that seemed like it would never end. She had a theory
that the three-day weekend that waited beyond five o’clock
caused time to move much more slowly. A silly theory, she
admitted to herself, but as good an explanation as any as to why
the day was dragging on forever.

Kathryn had been working at Moore and Ryan for nine
months now. It had been the twenty-three year old redhead’s
third job since graduating from college some two years before. All
things considered, she was glad to have it. Even if it meant that
she had to travel almost an extra half-hour from her parents
house out in Queens. At least on this job she had a chance of
being promoted into a position where she could use the business
degree she had worked so hard for.

“Another twenty minutes to go,” she said silently to herself
as she looked down from the clock to her near empty desk.

Normally Kathryn wasn’t a clock-watcher, but today she had
finished all of her assignments early and was feeling a little bored.
In fact, she had already set up a few things for Tuesday morning
to get a head start on them. It was just her nature to be
constantly active.

“Looks like Miss Perfect’s all done for the day already.”
Said a quiet laughing voice from behind Kathryn.

“Hi Angela,” Kathryn smiled as she spun around in her chair
in response to the comment.

Angela D’Martino was both a year older and three inches
taller than Kathryn. The ‘Miss Perfect’ nickname dated back to
their days at the local high school in Queens. It was a term that
annoyed her, but Angela usually got away with using it. After all, if
it weren’t for Angela, she wouldn’t have this job.

Kathryn was working in a neighborhood store as a
management trainee when Angela came walking in to buy something.
They hadn’t seen each other much since high school graduation.
Not that unusual since Kathryn went away to college and Angela
stayed home and went to City University. Still they still
considered themselves friends and Angela mentioned that the
company she was working for in Manhattan was looking for some
new staff people. If Kathryn were interested, she’d be happy to
put in a good word for her.

Although skeptical at how much Angela’s good word would be
worth, seeing as she had only been working for the company a year
herself, Kathryn got her resume together and went down for an
interview. To her surprise, she got the job, despite there being
more than a dozen other people applying for it. What surprised
her even more was that the department head had casually
mentioned that she had a sterling recommendation from one of the
firm’s vice-presidents. He had even stopped in after the interview
to welcome her aboard.

Thanking the man whom she would now be working for,
Kathryn was more than a little confused about the
recommendation. That was until she learned later that Angela
worked as some sort of assistant for that vice-president.
Somehow she had convinced him to write that recommendation.

Exactly how Angela had accomplished that was something
they hadn’t exactly covered in any of the business courses back in
school. One night a few months ago, there had been an office
party to celebrate the end of a major project. About half past
nine, Kathryn had gone looking for Angela to let her know she was
leaving and see if she wanted to share a cab ride home. She
couldn’t find her at the party, but knowing her friend’s habit of
taking a nap after she’d had a little too much to drink starting to
check the now deserted offices that had couches.

It took a while to find Angela, but once she did, everything
fell into place. Partially opening the door to a small conference
room, the first thing she saw was her old friend. The second was
that she wasn’t alone.

Having doubled dated with Angela a few times back in high
school, the image in front of her wasn’t exactly new. It was just
the setting that took her back for a moment.

Angela was kneeling on the carpet, the low cut blue dress
she had worn to the party now down around her waist. Back in
school, the brunette had stirred the envy of many of the other
girls when she became the first girl to develop – and then
continued to do so after many of the other girls had stopped.
From shared shopping trips, Kathryn knew the black bra on the
floor beside her was a 38D cup.

Standing in front of the large breasted twenty-four year old
was that same officer who had lent his name to Kathryn’s job
application. Like Angela, he was only partially dressed, although in
the case of the fifty-nine year old, it was his pants and briefs that
rested around his ankles. From where she stood, Kathryn would’ve
been able to get a really good look at the silver haired man’s cock –
that is if it hadn’t been buried deep in Angela’s mouth.

Back in their school days, Angela had a reputation among the
guys as a first class cocksucker. It was very obvious that she had,
if anything, improved in the years since.

Her tongue seemed to be almost everywhere at once.
Licking under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his
balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she again took him all the
way into her throat.

“Oh Angela…” the vice-president moaned.

Angela gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing from
reaching a climax. She could feel the pressure against her slender
fingers, she knew how badly her boss wanted to cum.

“I have to cum…” he pleaded, giving voice to that which her
touch had already told her. “Please Angela, I want to cum.”

The brunette continued to suck and stroke him for another
few seconds. The she released the pressure against the base of
his cock, sending a stream of hot whiteness into her mouth.

Angela slurped the creamy liquid, letting it splash across her
face. It dripped from her lips and down her chin. Letting the now
softening cock slip from her mouth, she reached out with her
tongue and licked it from her lips. It was a satisfying treat.

Kathryn only stood there a few brief moments more before
stepping back into the outer corridor, least she be noticed now
that they were done. She never mentioned what she’d seen to
Angela or anyone else.

For a while, it had bothered her that she’d gotten her job
because Angela was blowing and perhaps even screwing her boss.
Then after a while she decided that however she got her foot in
the door, she was proving every day that she was the right person
for the job. The proof of that had come with her very first raise
and increased responsibilities two months before.

“What’s up Angie?” Kathryn asked, using the nickname that
Angela hated as much as she hated hers.

“A couple of the girls are going out for drinks after work,”
Angela said, her tone acknowledging that she had crossed over the
line with the ‘Miss Perfect’ crack. “And I was wondering if you
wanted to come along. We going over to the Baron Dekalb and
there are usually a lot of great guys there on Friday nights.”

“That sounds like fun,” Kathryn said. “But I already
promised Yolanda that I’d meet her after work. Would you mind if
she came along?”

Instead of the quick agreement Kathryn expected, Angela
paused a few moments, a look of hesitation on her face.

“I’m not sure that would be a good idea.” Angela finally
replied. “A lot of the girls are a little uncomfortable around
Yolanda.”

“Why in the world would any of them be uncomfortable
around Yolanda?” Kathryn said, a touch of confusion in her voice.

Yolanda Ortega was a computer consultant who’d been
working on an upgrade of the firm’s mainframe the last four
months. Four years older than Kathryn, the black haired Latina
had quickly become a good friend. They’d sat next to each other
one dark rainy day in the cafeteria and Yolanda had noticed that
Kathryn was reading Lord of the Rings. She commented that it
was one of her favorite books and by the end of lunch they
discovered they shared more than a few interests.

Since then, they’d made it a point to have lunch together
whenever they could and usually went out after work at least once
a week.

“So what’s wrong with Yolanda?” Kathryn asked again.

“Well I’m not really one to spread office gossip,” Angela
said in a much lower voice as she paused and looked around her to
see if anyone else could hear her.

“Yeah right….” Kathryn thought.

“But it seems that your friend isn’t exactly a straight
arrow.” Angela continued.

“What are you talking about?” Kathryn said.

“Well simply put,” the brunette went on. “She’s gay… “

“Gay?” Kathryn repeated.

“A lesbian, a dyke, whatever you want to call it,” Angela said.
“She’s into other women and that makes some people
uncomfortable.”

Kathryn had to laugh. “Where did you ever get a asinine
idea like that?” she asked.

“Straight from the horses mouth,” The taller girl stated.
“Or at least from the person she told it to.”

“You mean she tried to pick up someone here at the office?”
Kathryn asked.

“More like someone tried to pick her up.” Angela explained.
“To be more specific, John Rosselli asked her out to dinner.”

“John Rosselli has hit on every unmarried woman in this
office, both you and I included.” Kathryn interjected.

“That’s true,” Angela agreed. “But both you and I know that
John doesn’t have a fragile ego that would make him come up with
a bullshit reason as to why he didn’t score with the lady computer
genius. He gets turned down a lot, but just goes on to the next
possibility.”

Kathryn had to agree with her friend. Like too many men
they knew, John thought he was god’s gift to women. If it wasn’t
for the fact that he seemed to be obsessed with trying to bed
every girl he met, Kathryn might’ve been tempted to agree with
him. John was 6’2″ with movie star looks. From the ladies room
gossip she’d heard about the women who’d taken him up on his
offer, he was phenomenal in bed as well.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Kathryn said. “She was
probably just trying to put him off. The one reason we all still get
along with John is that he definitely takes no as an answer. Since
she’s only here temporary, she wouldn’t know that. She might’ve
figured if she just said that she wasn’t interested he’d just be
back again the next day. A lot of guys are like that, and you know
it.”

“But to say she was gay?” Angela asked. “Come on, who’s
going to say that if it wasn’t true. She could’ve said she has a
boyfriend or that she was engaged, or even that she didn’t date
white guys. No, it has to be true.”

Kathryn paused for a few moments. She had to admit she’d
come up with a lot better excuses when approached by guys she
didn’t like.

“So what if it is true,” she finally said. “What difference
does it make? Unless you’re the one sleeping with her she’s just
another girl in the office.”

“As long as we’re talking, that’s the other thing I wanted to
speak to you about.” Angela said. “Some people are beginning to
wonder about you too. What with all the time the two of you spend
together these days.”

“Yolanda is my friend,” Kathryn said strongly. “And we share
a lot of interests, like books and films, the kind of things that no
one else in this office seems to care about.”

“Okay, I know you’re straight,” Angela said, taking a step
back in her argument. “After all we used to double date. I told
them you’re not a carpet muncher.”

Kathryn hadn’t heard that derogatory term since back in
high school when they used it to refer it to Sissy Wilson, the girl
the in crowd most suspected of being a closet lesbian. She didn’t
think it was nice when it was applied to Sissy, and thought it less
so now that it was being used to label her friend.

“Well I’m not going to cancel my da…, going out with
Yolanda.” Kathryn said, a sense of anger in her breast. “So you’ll
just have to get along with out me.”

“Suite yourself,” Angela said as she got up to leave. “But let
me give you one last thing to think about. Yolanda will be gone in a
few weeks when she finishes the upgrade. The people you’re going
out of the way to alienate are going to be here with you for a long
time.

As Angela walked away, Yolanda noted that five o’clock had
finally arrived. She found that she wasn’t as excited as she
thought she’d be.

Packing up her bag and leaving her desk, Kathryn had a sense
of being watched. As she walked by three of her female
coworkers, she was sure that two of them turned and looked at
her.

“Angie’s getting you paranoid,” she told herself as she
reached the office door. “You know they already consider you
something of an oddball.”

It hadn’t taken much for a few of the women her age at the
firm to come up with that assessment. First of all, in their opinion,
she definitely spent too much time reading. Then there was the
fact that she actually had a college degree, where the most many
of them had been to was secretarial or one of those office trainee
schools. Kathryn was shooting for the stars, while they were
shooting for whatever party was planned for that weekend.

Additionally, Kathryn’s reluctance to join in on their weekly
cock hunts was taken by some as a disapproval of the game. And in
a way, she guessed it was. Kathryn did have a boyfriend — well at
least someone she saw on a fairly regular basis. They’d go out,
have dinner and maybe a movie, and inevitable wind up in bed
together. It was a mutually satisfying relationship – but at the
same time missing something.

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A quick elevation ride to the lobby and Kathryn headed for
the small atrium on the side of the building. Normally, during
lunchtime, the small garden spot would be packed. After five
however, it was normally deserted, the multitudes exiting the
large office buildings heading instead for either the local bars or
the fastest way home.

Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently waited
for her friend. It wasn’t a long wait, a few minutes later she
spotted Yolanda coming out of the same side door she had used.

Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and stood five
foot seven. She had long black hair, which she wore up in a
carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which framed a pretty
face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had
a figure that caused admiration in men and envy in women. Pert,
rounded breasts pressed against the material of the dark blue
dress she was wearing – an erotic image that was overshadowed
only by the long, smooth and tan hued legs that stretched out from
beneath that dress.

Kathryn sometimes thought she’d kill for legs like that. She
knew she was as pretty as Yolanda, but it was those legs that even
she envied. Of course being only five three probably had a lot to
do with it, she usually laughed to herself.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Yolanda said as
she caught up to Kathryn, her voice carrying just a trace of the
South American accent of her native Sao Paulo. “I wanted to run
one last system check before I left for the weekend. I think I got
the last of the bugs worked out. If I’m lucky, I’m be able to
present the program to the board by the end of next week and get
that early completion bonus.”

“Oh, you’ll be leaving soon then?” Kathryn asked in response
to the unexpected news.

“”I’m afraid so.” Yolanda replied, noting the sadness in her
friend’s question. “I’m afraid that’s the lot of being a consultant.
You don’t spend a lot of time in any one place.”

“I guess so.” Kathryn said.

“Now don’t look so down my friend,” Yolanda beamed. “You
don’t think I’m going to just walk away and forget about the best
friend I’ve made lately – do you?”

“I hope not.” Kathryn said, her sad expression wavering for
the moment.

“Now put away that sad face,” Yolanda insisted. “It’s only
going to ruin the surprise I have for you.”

“What surprise?” Kathryn asked curiously.

“These.” Yolanda said as she reached into her purse and
handed the shorter woman a small envelope.

The sad look on Kathryn’s face vanished in an instant as she
took two tickets out of the envelope. A look of both excitement
and disbelief replaced it.

“Omigod!” She gasped. ‘These are for Adrianne and Edmond
– A Romantic Comedy!” Where did you ever get them? I called the
box office once and they told me the best I could hope for was six
months from now. This is the hottest off- Broadway show of the
year.”

“Well I have a friend that owed me a favor.” Yolanda smiled.
“And I remembered you’re saying how much you wanted to see that
play. The only thing is that they’re for tomorrow night. That’s
not a problem, is it?”

“Oh no, not at all!” Kathryn said, still gushing with
excitement. “I still can’t believe you got these for me. Yolanda, I
love you, you are the best.”

With that she threw her arms around Yolanda and gave her
the biggest hug she could. She enjoyed the warmth of her friend’s
closeness for a few moments, then the conversation with Angela
flashed back through her thoughts and she remembered she was
standing out in what was still a pubic place.

“Is something wrong?” Yolanda asked as she felt Kathryn
suddenly tense up and then step back.

“No, nothings wrong.” Kathryn lied as she looked again at
the tickets. “I was just thinking that these tickets are too much
for me to accept. There’s no way I could ever repay you for
them.”

“Now did I ask you to repay me?” Yolanda asked. “Your
friendship is enough. I have few enough real friends that I can
take them for granted. No, I want you to take these tickets and
for you and Eric to have a good time.”

“Eric?” Kathryn said, repeating the name of her boyfriend.

“Well that’s who I figured you’d want to go with.” Yolanda
explained. “Was I wrong?”

“Oh, I thought that you got those tickets for me and you to
go.” Kathryn said.

“I’d love to go with you,” Yolanda said, the smile on her face
lighting up. “I just thought you’d rather go with Eric.”

“If these were tickets for the Mets or Yankees, I’d say
yes.” Kathryn laughed. “But spending a few hours watching a play
really isn’t Eric’s idea of a fun evening.”

“Okay then, it’s a date.” Yolanda said. “We’ll go to dinner
first, if that’s okay? I know this really fabulous Chinese
restaurant that’s not too far from the theater.”

“That would be wonderful,” Kathryn concluded, proud of
herself that she didn’t even flinch this time when Yolanda
innocently referred to their going to the show as a date. “But
speaking of Eric, I also told him I’d meet him later tonight so I’d
better get home and change.”

“Enjoy yourself,” Yolanda said as she wrote down an address
on one of her business cards. “Here’s the address of the
restaurant, I’ll meet you there about six, okay?”

“Six would be fine,” Kathryn said as she looked at the
address and mentally figured how long it would take her to get
there from Queens on a Saturday. “I’m looking forward to it.”
She smiled.

“You really are a dear, precious friend.” Yolanda said as she
unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed Kathryn on the cheek.

With that she turned and walked out onto the street,
leaving behind a slightly perplexed Kathryn.

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Dinner with Eric turned out to be one more uninspiring night
at Clancey’s Bar and Grill. Kathryn had suggested many times that
they go into Manhattan for a night and try some of the nightlife
there, but Eric always hedged on the idea. He kept saying he
didn’t like those kinds of people.

Kathryn and Eric Foster had been dating for the last year
and a half. Among their friends, it was taken almost as a given
that they’d get engaged one day soon. It was not an opinion
Kathryn shared. Eric was usually fun to be with, but deep down
she couldn’t picture the two of them together ten years down the
line.

Also in the opinion of most of her girlfriends Eric was a
great catch. With that much she couldn’t argue. He stood 6’2″ and
had a built that had made him an all-star football player in high
school. Curly dark brown hair, including a beard and mustache,
framed a handsome face. The oldest of three sons, he was already
a partner in his father’s plumbing supply warehouse.

They had met at a party just before her college graduation
and it had been love, or at least lust, at first sight. Unfortunately,
the fires that had burned so brightly at 21 had already begun to
cool at 23. The reason was both simple and common for many
couples their age. Eric, like many of his friends, had reached his
peak intellectually and emotionally when he graduated high school.
Kathryn in contrast had continued to grow. She was always looking
to expand her view of the world. Eric’s view rarely extended
beyond the limited confines of the old neighborhood, and he liked
it that way.

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“Oh yeah, baby,” Eric panted as he took a breath and pushed
his cock between Kathryn’s legs once more time. Kathryn hadn’t
really been in the mood to have Eric sleep over, but he’d been on
his best behavior after they left the restaurant that she couldn’t
bear to say no.

She realized now that it had been a really big mistake. Her
mind was definitely elsewhere. All Eric was doing was
masturbating with her body taking the place of his hand. She was
relieved when she felt him shudder and climax.

“If he runs true to form, he’ll be asleep in five minutes.”
Kathryn thought as he rolled off of her.

To her surprise, Eric climbed off the bed and reached for
his pants. He was getting dressed.

“Sorry babe,” he said as he put his shirt on. “I promised the
guys I’d play softball in the morning and Billy would rather pick me
up at my house than here. It’s a lot closer to the field.”

On another night, Kathryn might’ve felt insulted. This time
she felt relieved.

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I have to get up real early
tomorrow anyway.” she lied.

He leaned over and kissed her goodbye, making a playful
grab at her rounded breast while he was at it.

“Get!” Kathryn laughed. “And good luck in the game.”

Laying in the darkness of the small apartment over her
parent’s garage, Kathryn found that sleep wasn’t about to come
easily. Whatever the drawbacks in her and Eric’s relationship, the
sex had usually been great. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the
case tonight.

Try as she could, she couldn’t help thinking about Yolanda.
Was what Angela said about her true? If so, how did she really
feel about it? She wished there was someone she could talk to
about it, but she was sure there was no one she knew who would
ever understand.

Even her mother and father, who were ever so understanding
about the nights Eric slept over, would fall back on old
preconceived notions concerning a lesbian friend. Finally, about
quarter to four in the morning, sleep finally came.

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It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when Kathryn
finally opened her eyes. She had been asleep for almost eight
hours. She was, she immediately realized, soaked to the skin with
perspiration, especially her pussy. She had a vague recollection of
having erotic dreams, but couldn’t for the life of her remember
what they had been about – or more importantly, whom they had
been about.

“Good morning,” Virginia Gray said as she walked into her
daughter’s apartment carrying a small pile of laundry. “I thought
you were going to sleep the day away.”

“Morning, Mom.” Kathryn said as she reached for the pair of
panties she had left on the floor. “It’s been a busy week, I guess
it all caught up with me.”

Virginia Gray was only 19 years older than her daughter and
had a much closer relationship with her own children than she’d
had with her own mother. The entire sex talk with her mother,
which had occurred on her sixteenth birthday in 1972, had
consisted of the simple phrase “Nice girls don’t.” By the time it
came for her to have a little chat with her own child, Virginia had
learned that nice girls did – and with an abandon and variety that
Grandmother Willis would’ve found most shocking.

Somewhat reluctantly, her husband had agreed that if Eric
and Kathryn were going to do it, and of course they were. It might
as well be in the garage apartment that they’d originally built for
Grandmother Willis rather than off in some fleabag motel. Or in
the back seat of a car, which was where the future Mr. and Mrs.
Gray had consummated their relationship. Besides, both of them
had noted, Eric was definitely son-in-law material.

“I happened to glance out the window when I got up during
the night and noticed that Eric’s car was gone.” Virginia said,
ignoring her daughter’s nudity. “The two of you didn’t have
another fight – did you?”

“No Mother,” she answered as she grabbed a towel from the
pile that had just been put on her bed. “He’s playing ball this
morning and didn’t want to spend the night.”

“Oh that’s good. I do hate it when the two of you fight.”
Virginia said as she picked up the remains of her daughter’s
discarded clothes. “Are the two of you going out again tonight?”

It had become obvious some time ago that Eric’s best ally in
trying to convince Kathryn that they should make their
relationship something more was her mother. There wasn’t
anything that could make Virginia Gray happier that to see an
engagement and later wedding ring on her daughter’s hand.

“Actually I’m going to a play in the city tonight with one of
the girls at work,” Kathryn said as she reached in and turned on
the water in the small closet sized shower that her father had
built. “Yolanda Ortega, you’ve heard me mention her before.”

“Oh yes, that girl you like to talk about books with.” Virginia
said, her opinion of what she viewed as a wasted Saturday night
evident in her voice. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go out with
Eric instead.”

“Mother, its not like we’re engaged or anything.” Kathryn
said as she waited for the water to heat up. “He still goes out with
his friends and I go out with mine.”

An unusual look flashed across Virginia’s face, one that
Kathryn rarely saw. It was a look of indecision, something her
mother rarely suffered from.

“I know that look, Mom,” Kathryn said. “What is it?”

“Well it’s probably nothing.” she said.

“But….” Kathryn added.

“Well, I just think that perhaps you should spend a little
more time with Eric, that’s all. “She said. “Make sure he knows
that you care about him”

“I would think he knows that.” Kathryn said as she motioned
in the direction of the unmade bed.

“Be that as it may,” Virginia continued. “I think you should
spend more time with him. In fact, I don’t think it would be a bad
idea if you went over to the ball field and surprised him. The two
of you could go to lunch.”

“There’s something you’re still not telling me, Mother.”
Kathryn said impatiently.

“All right,” Virginia broke down. “Mary Wilson over in the
diner told me that Eric was over there yesterday having lunch with
Tracy McDonald and they seemed pretty cozy. You remember
Tracy McDonald, don’t you?”

Of course Kathryn remembered Tracy McDonald. Back in
high school it was a toss up as to whether Tracy or Angela was
going to earn the title of class slut.

“Tracy works for her father’s construction company now and
they do a lot of business with Eric’s company.” Kathryn said. “It
might’ve been a business lunch.”

“According to Mary,” Virginia said. “The only business going
on in that booth was monkey business. She practically had her big
breasts in his face the whole time.”

“Well if that’s what Eric’s looking for, there’s not much I
can do about it, is there?” Kathryn said as she looked down at her
own 34-inch bust. “It’s not like I’m going to run out and get
implants.”

“I wish you’d take this more seriously.” Virginia said
insistently.

“Mother, you take this whole Eric thing much more seriously
then I ever did.” Kathryn said, knowing that was exactly the last
thing her mother wanted to hear. “If he decides to find more
bountiful pastures, I’m not about to chase after him. Now if
you’ll excuse me, I really need to start getting cleaned up.”

Surprisingly, Virginia didn’t labor the point but simply
gathered up the last of the dirty clothes and walked out of the
apartment. Kathryn shrugged her shoulders and stepped into the
now hot shower.

Kathryn closed her eyes as the warm water splashed over
her body. She though a little about what her mother has said,
about the idea that Eric might be looking for a new girlfriend.
Surprisingly, the idea didn’t bother her as much as she thought it
should have. The relationship with him had gone as far as it was
ever going to go. Regardless of her parent’s disappointment, maybe
it was time to move on with her life. True she would miss the great
sex, which was the best part of being with Eric. But there would
be other lovers, of that she was sure.

“Let him have Tracy and her balloon boobs,” she said out
loud as she rubbed her own breasts. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and my
next lover will have more than just one head that I’m interested
in.”

As she laughed aloud, the red tressed girl suddenly realized
two things. First, in her mind, she had just ended her relationship
with Eric. Already she was thinking of it as something that was
over. All that was left was to tell him. She hoped he had indeed
fucked that airhead, it would make it all the more easier to break
up. But either way, last night was the last time he was ever going
to share her bed.

The second realization was even more surprising. As she ran
a soapy washcloth between her legs and across her lightly haired
pussy, Kathryn discovered she was still quite aroused. Maybe it
was the thought of Eric screwing Tracy, or some glimpse of that
forgotten dream from last night. What ever the reason, she
found her fingers playing with her body.

Kathryn again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples
to a familiar hardness. As always, her own touch felt so good.
Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way
to the light red bush below. She continued down between her legs
and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail of
bubbles in her wake.

Kathryn let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her
mound. Running her other hand across her firm mounds once again,
giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman couldn’t believe how
horny she felt, less than half a day after she’d been fucked.

With a practiced skill that started when she’d first
masturbated at 13, Kathryn parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding
the small stubby clit hidden within. Closing her eyes as she leaned
back again the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it.

“Oh yes.” she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from
her cunt. “That feels so nice.”

She slid a finger up within herself, followed by a second and
a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have
to do.

It wasn’t long before she was furiously pumping her fingers
in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a roaring
conflagration.

The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room with
steam. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated
across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in
an orgasmic frenzy.

Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O.
Kathryn felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of
delight rippled up and down her naked form.

Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the
shower drops, passed as the redhead rested against the now warm
tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.

“Oh that felt good.” Kathryn said as she filled her hands
with water and splashed it across her face.

As she stepped naked back into the one room apartment,
Kathryn was greeted by a blast of cold air from the air
conditioner. Her mother must’ve turned in on before she left. The
weathermen were calling for another hot August day, so she
decided to dress accordingly. Shorts and a T-shirt were her norm
in weather like this, especially if she had to brave the subway into
the city. But Kathryn didn’t think they’d be quite appropriate for
the theater.

Thinking about how she should dress for her dinner with
Yolanda, Kathryn again considered what Angela had said about her
friend.

“You know,” she said to the now empty room as she tossed a
few outfits on the bed. Sometimes I can really be an ass. The
odds are that Angela, as usual, got all her facts wrong. And even if
she got them right, what difference does it make? Its not like I’m
going to be sleeping with her.”

Three outfit changes later, Kathryn finally settled on a
comfortable floral print sundress. She stepped in front of the
large mirror in back of her door and checked her final appearance.
She reached into the dress and adjusted her bra straps, then
smiled in satisfaction.

“Now I can only hope for both a bus and subway car where
the air conditioning works.” Kathryn thought as she packed her
small purse. “Otherwise I’m going to be soaked by the time I get
to Manhattan.”

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Ten minutes and four blocks later, Kathryn was beginning to
think that even the A/C wasn’t going to help by the time she finally
reached the bus stop. It had to already be over 90 degrees. She
didn’t realize she was about to be rescued.

“Hey sexy lady, where’re you going?” called out the light
haired young man in the delivery truck that had pulled up alongside
the walking woman.

At first, Kathryn ignored the comment, chalking it up at
first as belonging to one of the mindless idiots that filled the
neighborhood. Then when he called out a second time, she
recognized the voice.

“Hey, I was only kidding,” Steven Parker said as he pulled
over to the curb. “You don’t have to ignore me like that.”

“Oh hi, Steve,” Kathryn said with a smile. “ I didn’t
recognize you at first.”

Steve Parker was 19 and lived down the block from Kathryn.
He was best friends with her younger brother, Kevin.

“Seriously, where are you off to?” he asked. “It’s way to hot
to be walking today.”

“Actually I’m just headed to the bus stop,” she replied. “I’m
going into the city to see a show with a friend.”

“Well I guess this if your lucky afternoon.” Steve smiled.

“Why is that?” Kathryn asked.

“Because the boxes in back are going to my Uncle Bill’s
storehouse over in New Jersey. So I’m going to be going right
through the city.” he explained. “And wouldn’t you rather ride in a
nice air conditioned van than take your chances with mass transit?”

“Oh I couldn’t,” Kathryn said.

“Of course you could.” Steve answered.

“Well, I guess you could just drop me off in the city and I
could take the downtown bus from there.” she relented.

“Don’t be ridicules,” Steve said as he stepped out of the van
and opened the door on the other side for her. “I’ll drop you off
right in front of where ever you’re going.”

“That will take you too far out of your way.” Kathryn said as
she climbed into the van.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve said as he climbed back into
the driver’s side. “My Uncle’s not waiting for this stuff, they gave
me the keys. I have all day. Besides, this is a chance to pay you
back for all the help you gave me with Geometry back in school. If
it wasn’t for you, I’d have never passed the course.”

Actually, Kathryn was tutoring her brother and Steve just
sat in on the lessons, but who was she to look a gift horse in the
mouth. She smiled at the younger man and accepted his offer.

As they headed over the 59th street bridge into the city,
Kathryn thought to herself what a really good-looking young man
Steve had grown into to. It was a pity that he was so much
younger than she was or she might be interested in going out with
him. But if she was putting Eric out of her life because he was too
immature at twenty-three, what was she going to do with someone
even younger. The way she’d been feeling all day, she found herself
imagining what Steven might be like in bed. Would he be a good
lover? From what she could see, he had a great body.

That dangerous train of thought brought another memory
back to Kathryn as she watched the city streets pass by. Three
years back, when he was a junior in high school, Steve had been
involved in somewhat of a scandal. Actually an alleged scandal, she
corrected herself, because it was swept under the rug in such a
way that the school board denied anything had ever happened.

It had involved Diane Toland, one of the school’s history
teachers. On the high side of thirty-five, Diane was one of those
female teachers with a body that delighted and excited teenage
boys. And it was obvious she was pleased with the attention they
showed her. Kathryn had never been in one of her classes but she
had heard about them. Ms. Toland was known for wearing blouses
that showed off her ample cleavage as well as skirts that showed
the curves of her ass quite well. Kevin swore to her once that he’d
been sitting behind her when she bent over to pick up a piece of
chalk and that she hadn’t had anything on under her skirt. At the
time, Kathryn had laughed at her brother’s claim.

Anyway, it seems that there was a rumor that was
circulating about Steve around the school that year. The result of
some comments made by an unknown member of his gym class.
Namely that Steve had a cock that belonged on a horse, one that
was bigger limp than most guys hard. Kathryn only heard about
this much later as she had already graduated by that time.

It was just one of those stories. Until the day, it was
claimed, that Cindy Pisano walked into the audio visual supply room
and found Ms. Toland in a state of partial undress, trying her
hardest to take Steve’s horse cock into her mouth. The rumor
spread like wildfire around the school, but no one seemed to be
willing to confirm or deny the tale. School ended quickly after
that, less than a week later, and Ms. Toland didn’t return the
following year. No one seemed to ever want to talk about the
story, but Steve didn’t lack for female company that summer, his
senior year, or any time since.

“Well here we are.” Steve announced as he pulled out of
traffic and up to the curb. “We didn’t make bad time.”

Kathryn looked up at the street sign to confirm they were on
the right street. She had been lost in her daydream and hadn’t
even noticed the last few miles. Despite the air conditioning, her
skin felt warm.

“Thank you, Steve,” she said as she leaned across and gave
him a kiss on the cheek. “You are a dear.” she smiled.

As she opened the door and climbed down, Steve called her
name.

“Kathryn,” he ginned. “You really do look hot! I envy the
guy.”

“I told you, I’m meeting a girlfriend from work.” she insisted.

“Yeah, right!” Steve laughed as he put it in gear and headed
back out into traffic.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Checking her watch, Kathryn saw that she was a half hour
early. She checked the address Yolanda had given her and saw
that it was right down the block. A minute later she was standing
in front of a small sign in English and Chinese that simply said
Madame Cheng’s.

Standing outside the basement entrance of the simple brick
building, the restaurant seemed very nondescript. In was only
after she stepped inside that Kathryn suddenly felt like she’d been
transformed to another time and place. Decorated like Shanghai in
the 1930’s, the place certainly had atmosphere.

“Table for one, Miss?” a quite attractive Chinese woman,
whom Kathryn judged to be in her mid-forties, asked as she
stepped out from behind a small counter.

“Oh, I’m supposed to meet a friend here,” Kathryn replied
as she wondered if her guess about the woman’s age was right. It
was so difficult to tell with many Asian women. They looked almost
the same for so long. “I guess I’m a little early.”

“Did she make a reservation?” the woman, who was dressed
in a traditional mandarin dress asked as she checked the small
clipboard in her hand. “What is the name?”

“I’m not sure if she did,” Kathryn replied. “Her name is
Yolanda Ortega.”

The Chinese woman looked up from the clipboard and smiled.
She called out to another woman, similarly attired, who was also
behind the counter. Kathryn had no idea what she said, the
rapid-fire speech was in Chinese, but it did bring the other woman
quickly out from behind the counter. She did however recognize
the name Yolanda in the exchange.

“Please follow me, Miss.” said the second woman, whose age
was as difficult to guess as the first. “Your table is right this way.”

Kathryn followed the woman though the restaurant to a row
of booths in the back. As far away from the noise of the kitchen
and front desk as you could get, Kathryn had the impression that
they were the best tables in the place. She was seated at the last
one in the row.

“Would you like something while you wait?” the woman
asked.

“I guess a diet coke.” Kathryn replied.
“I’ll have it brought right out,” the older woman smiled. “If
there’s anything else just ask your waitress. Enjoy your meal, and
welcome to Madame Cheng’s.”

A minute later, a young girl whose age was much easier to
guess as early twenties appeared with her soft drink. She smiled
and told Kathryn she’d be back as soon as her dinner guest arrived.
It was then Kathryn noticed something different about this
restaurant from other Chinese restaurants she’d been to. There
were all waitresses, no waiters. It seemed a little odd and out of
place.

Kathryn didn’t have too much time to wonder about it
because only a few minutes later she looked up to see Yolanda
walking across the restaurant toward her. The South American
woman’s hair, which Kathryn had only seen pinned up, was now
down and tied into a long pony tail. She had on blue skirt and a
yellow short sleeve blouse. It was both stylish and comfortable.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Yolanda said as she
reached the table. “I was running a little behind this afternoon.”

“I just got here myself.” Kathryn smiled as Yolanda sat down
opposite her in the booth.

“That’s a beautiful dress.” Yolanda said as she made herself
comfortable.

“Thanks.” was Kathryn’s reply.

No sooner had Yolanda sat down, when the same waitress
was standing by the table, her order pad in hand.

“Do you mind if I order for both of us?” Yolanda asked as
she smiled at the waitress. “I’ve been here so many times I really
know what are the best things on the menu.”

“Go right ahead.” Kathryn agreed.

Then to her amazement, Yolanda ordered the meal in what
Kathryn knew had to be Chinese because the waitress smiled back
at her and quickly rushed off.

“How did you ever learn how to do that?” Kathryn asked. “I
barely made it through high school Spanish.”

“When I was in college, I had a close friend who was from
Taiwan.” Yolanda quickly explained. “You’d be amazed at how much
of a foreign language you can learn if you’re properly motivated.”

“I guess so.” Kathryn agreed.

The waitress, who’s name Yolanda later told her was Mei-ha,
reappeared a few moments later with an ice tea for Yolanda.
Another girl came up and whispered something in Mei-ha’s ear that
caused her to quickly excuse herself.

It was the appearance of the second waitress that made
Kathryn note that there was something else different about the
restaurant only having waitresses. Both girls were rather amply
endowed for Asian women. It had been her experience, both in
school and later at work, that most of the Asian women she’d met
had been of a somewhat smaller stature. Looking at two other
waitresses’ in view, she noted that they too were rather busty as
well.

“So how was your day so far.” Yolanda said as she took a sip
of her tea.”

“Okay I guess,” Kathryn answered.

“You seem like something’s wrong.” Yolanda asked
perceptively.

“Well its nothing I want to bother you with.” Kathryn said.

“Honey, that’s what friends are for.” came Yolanda’s reply.

Taking a deep breath, Kathryn told Yolanda about her
decision to break it off with Eric. It felt good to let it all out.

“I’ve seen it happen before.” Yolanda said in sympathy. “I
think most people don’t realize how many changes people go
through in their early twenties — when you make the jump from
teenager to adult. Some people make it very quickly, some not at
all. That’s why so many young marriages fail.”

“I can’t imagine who’s going to be more upset,” Kathryn said
as their food arrived. “Eric or my parents.”

“You can’t live your life for them,” Yolanda said. “My parents
had certain plans for my life as well. They didn’t exactly turn out
as they expected. The important thing is that you be happy with
your life.”

“I guess you’re right.” Kathryn agreed as she filled her plate
with samples of everything Yolanda had ordered.

Dinner turned out to be as fabulous as Yolanda had promised.
Kathryn had no idea what some of the dishes were, but they were
incredible. She’d never had food like this before.

“Is everything all right here.” said the woman who came up
to the table.

Kathryn looked up and saw it was the older woman who had
first directed her to the table.

“Everything’s great as usual, Sau-ling.’’ Yolanda said in
English for Kathryn’s benefit. ‘Thank you.”

“We do try to take care of our special customers.” Sau-ling
said before excusing herself.

“Was that Madame Cheng?” Kathryn asked.

“Well sort of” Yolanda said. “She and the woman you met at
the front door are both Madame Cheng.”

“Are they sisters or something like that.” Kathryn asked
curiously.

“More in the category of ‘something like that’, I guess.”
Yolanda said. “Actually they’re just friends who both happen to
have the last name Cheng. It’s kind of like the Chinese version of
Smith.”

“Oh, but what did she mean, her special customers?”
Kathryn asked out of curiosity.

“Just that I’m a steady customer that’s all.” Yolanda
replied. “I bring a lot a business clients here that’s all.”

“And is that what this is?” Kathryn asked jokingly. “A little
business dinner.”

“Darling, dinner with a friend like you is always a pleasure —
never business.” Yolanda said in reply.

They covered a few more topics as they ate, until the
subject of Yolanda’s impending departure from the firm came up.

“So do you think you’re going to miss Moore and Ryan when
you go?”

“A few weeks ago I might’ve said yes.” Yolanda answered.
“For the first time I was beginning to envy not working a steady
job. But then everything seemed to change almost overnight.
People started to go cold on me, like I did something. I can’t for
the life of me imagine what I could’ve done.”

Kathryn’s conversation with Angela yesterday came right
back to her. She debated for a few moments if she should mention
it. Then decided that her friend had a right to know.

“Actually,” she began hesitantly, “I don’t think it was
something you did, but something you didn’t do.”

Yolanda looked a little confused at the statement.

“You turned down John Rosselli when he asked you out.”
Kathryn added.

“I got the impression that happens almost on a weekly basis.’’
Yolanda said. “His getting turned down, I mean. Why should it
matter that I did?”

“Oh it does, I mean he does,” Kathryn said. “It was the
reason you turned him down, or at least the reason he told people
you did.”

“Oh that….” Yolanda said understandingly. “I guess it was a
pretty stupid thing to say. But sometimes I get so tired of being
hit on.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” Kathryn beamed. “Right
away people took it to be true and ….”

“Hold on a second,” Yolanda interrupted Kathryn in
mid-sentence. “I said it was a stupid thing to say. I never said it
wasn’t true.”

For a few seconds, Kathryn was speechless.

“Is that a problem for you too?” Yolanda asked. “Cause I’d
really hate to loose your friendship as well.”

“No, it’s not a problem.” Kathryn quickly replied. “I guess it
just took me off guard. I was so sure that Angie had gotten it all
wrong.”

“That would be the same Angie who’s screwing the
vice-president of production.” Yolanda asked.

“You know about that?” Kathryn asked.

“Honey, I don’t think there’s anyone at that place who
doesn’t know it.” Yolanda smiled.
“I guess I look pretty stupid right now.” Kathryn said.

“Not at all,” Yolanda replied. “I’m just glad you were friend
enough to have told me.”

Then another look passed across Kathryn’s face, one that
Yolanda couldn’t help but notice.

“You have something else to say. Go on, lets get it all out in
the open.” the older woman said.

“Are we on a date?” Kathryn asked softly.

Yolanda had to laugh, loud enough for patrons at some of the
closest tables to hear.

“I’m sorry, Kathryn, I couldn’t help it.” she said as she tried
to bring her laughter under control.

It took her another minute to accomplish that.

“Are we on a date?” Yolanda repeated. “I guess that would
depend on your definition of a date. If you call two friends going
out to dinner and a show a date, then I guess we are.”

She could tell that Kathryn wasn’t totally satisfied with that
answer.

“I do have straight friends, you know.” Yolanda went on.
“And a good number of them are women. I’m not out there trying
to seduce them all. I’m sure you have male friends. Do you think
every guy you know wants to get into your pants?”

To that, Kathryn raised her eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe that’s a bad analogy.” Yolanda quipped. “But
lets be totally honest here, because I think that’s the way friends
should be.”

“I think so too.” Kathryn agreed.

“I like you, I really do.” Yolanda began. “You’re good
company, you’re quite intelligent, and also to be pretty honest —
quite cute.”

Kathryn smiled.

“If you were going to ask me if I was sexually attracted to
you, I honestly would have to say yes.” Yolanda went on. “But that
doesn’t mean I’m going to make a pass at you. And do you know
why?”

“No.” was Kathryn’s simple response.

“Because in all the time we’ve spent together, you’ve never
once given me cause to think you might be interested.” Yolanda
said. “And I value the friendship we’ve developed too much to
screw it up by making a pass at you.”

“I guess that does make sense.” Kathryn agreed.

“So are we okay here?” Yolanda asked.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” Kathryn smiled.

“Good, because these theater tickets were too hard for me
to come by for them to go to waste.” Yolanda grinned. “We’re done
here, unless you’d like some dessert?”

“None for me.” Kathryn said. ‘I’m full.”

“Then lets get going, the theater is only about six blocks
from here so we might as well walk.” Yolanda said as she took out
her wallet and drop a few bills on top of the bill Mei-ha had left a
few minutes before.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

If anything, the few reviews Kathryn had read for Adrianne
and Edmond had understated how good the play was. She couldn’t
remember the last time she’d had such a good time. She was
laughing so hard it had actually begun to hurt, and she was glad for
the intermission. Thankfully she was one of the first in line for
the restroom because that was another side effect of all that
laughter.

Yolanda excused herself during the brief break to make a
few phone calls. Sitting alone in her seat, Kathryn thought it was
good thing she hadn’t asked Eric to come to this play. Much of the
humor was sexual in nature and of a sort that would’ve been way
over his head. His idea of a good sex joke usually began with
‘there were these two whores….’.

As Yolanda sat back in her seat, Kathryn gave her a brief
smile and told her how much she was enjoying the play. Yolanda
returned the smile and said she was too.

“Damn, this would be all so much easier if Yolanda was a guy.”
Kathryn thought as the second act started.

The idea that she didn’t have to be a guy flashed though her
mind a moment later.

“Careful Katie girl,” she told herself. “That thought
threads on very dangerous ground.”

What she hadn’t mentioned to Yolanda was something she
never told to another living soul. When she was a freshman in
college, she’d had an oh so very brief flirtation with another girl.

It was nothing really, a girl she’d met at a party. They’d
been a lot to drink there, or so Kathryn told herself afterwards. It
started out innocently enough, after all they weren’t the only girls
dancing together. It was only later when Sally, she never did get
the girl’s last name, walked her home that things got more than a
little out of control.

They were just around the corner from the dorms when
Sally pulled Kathryn into one of the alcoves. Before she knew what
was happening, Sally’s body was pressed against her own and she
felt soft, unfamiliar lips caressing her.

Kathryn could still remember the warm feeling she felt when
Sally’s hands slid under her blouse, unclipping the front clasp of
her bra with an ease that any boy on campus would’ve envied.
Skilled fingers caressed her mounds, with a touch softer than any
that had been there before.

Any thought of protesting at what was happening vanished
when Sally’s lips transferred their attention from Kathryn’s mouth
to her nipples. It was heaven on earth, or the closest thing to it
she had ever been.

Kathryn felt her skirt being pushed up, and her panties
moved aside, but it was only when she felt a soft wetness brush
against her clit did she really understand what was happening.

By the time Sally was done, Kathryn’s clothes was totally
disheveled and had anyone seen her in that condition she no doubt
would’ve been greatly embarrassed. But the memory the coed
carried in secret to this day wasn’t that of embarrassment, but
that of her first orgasm at the tongue of another woman.

“Now that’s something I really haven’t thought about in a
very long time.” Kathryn said to herself as the sudden influx of
memory brought both a flush to her breasts and a tingling between
her legs. “I guess I wanted to block out how good it really felt.”

The second act of the play was even better than the first,
but even if the actors playing Adrianne and Edmond were going at
it naked on center stage, Kathryn would’ve been totally oblivious to
it. Instead her attention was totally concentrated on the contours
of the woman next to her. The bright emerald green of her eyes,
the rich redness of her lips, and the velvet soft olive skin that
surrounded it all.

Her gaze slid downward, across Yolanda’s neck and past the
swell of her breasts. Even in the faint light of the theater,
Kathryn was close enough to make out the silver dollar size rings
around her nipples. She couldn’t help but compare them to the
smallness of her own.

Finally down to the folds of Yolanda’s denim skirt, and the
priceless pearl that she knew was concealed beneath the blue
material. Kathryn’s neck arched just the slightest bit forward, so
that she could follow the path down the Brazilian woman’s long
legs, coming to a stop at the gold ankle bracelet on her left leg.

Kathryn took a long, deep breath, one that seemed to last an
eternity. So many things she’d be feeling the last twenty-four
hours now made perfect sense to her. All the steel doors she’d
hidden feelings behind had been flung wide open.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” Kathryn said to herself
as she shifted in her seat, moving a symbolic few inches closer to
Yolanda. “But if I don’t, I’ll forever wish I had.
Kathryn reached out with her right hand and gently placed it
on top of Yolanda’s. Gently, she stroked her fingers, then let them
intermix. The warmth of her action filled her, generating a smile
that spoke volumes across her face.

Tightening her own hand against Kathryn’s, Yolanda returned
a smile of equal intensity. No words had to be spoken between
them, the meaning of the simple gesture was clear to both.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“That was simply the best play I’ve ever seen.” Kathryn said
as they exited the theater.

“It was good wasn’t it,” Yolanda smiled. “I’m so glad you
enjoyed it.

“So what’s next?” Kathryn asked.

“I guess that’s up to you.” Yolanda said. “After all, this is
your night, isn’t it?”

Glancing up at the now dark night sky, Kathryn considered
for a moment that she really should be heading home. As it was,
she wouldn’t get there until well after midnight.

“Is there somewhere we can go and get a drink?” she asked
instead.

“Well, there are a few nice places in the neighborhood,”
Yolanda said in response. “But they’re all likely to be pretty packed
on a Saturday night.”

“Oh, I really wanted to have a drink and maybe talk some.”
Kathryn pouted.

Yolanda took a few long moments to think about it. Long
enough for Kathryn to start framing another question. One that
was cut off as Yolanda finally spoke.

“Well if you really want to talk,” the olive skinned woman
said with a little hesitation. “I supposed we could go back to my
apartment, it’s only about twelve blocks from here. I’m sure I have
something were could have as a night cap too.”

“That’s a fabulous idea!” Kathryn gushed with enthusiasm.
“Let’s go!” she added as she took Yolanda by the arm.

“All right,” Yolanda surrendered. “But it’s this way.” she
said, turning both of them northward.

“My, this is nice,” Kathryn said as she looked up at the old
brownstone her friend had led her to. “Which floor do you live on?”
she asked.

“Actually, I live on all of them.” Yolanda replied.

“All of them?” Kathryn repeated as she looked up at the
three-story building. “How can you afford that, the rent must be
incredible.”

“I sort of own the building.” Yolanda said as she slid a key
from her bag and put it into the lock of the first floor door. “Me
and First City Bank that is.”

Stepping inside, Yolanda turned on the light and led Kathryn
inside. The large room that took up much of the first floor had
been made into a combination office and workroom, filled with
several computers and peripherals.

“What’s all this?” Kathryn asked.

“This is Southstar Enterprises.” Yolanda replied as she
checked for any new email on one of the active terminals. “This is
what I do when I’m not consulting.”

“You run your own company too?” Kathryn asked.

“Sweetheart, I am my own company.” Yolanda smiled.
“President, Mailroom Clerk and Chief Bottle Washer. Which is why
the job I’m doing for Moore and Ryan will be my last for a while.
Southstar is finally beginning to take off and I’m going to devote
myself to it full time for a while.”

“Can you afford to do that?” Kathryn asked curiously.
Wondering if she’d ever get the chance to do anything like that.

“I can’t afford not to,” Yolanda said as she guided Kathryn
to the staircase leading to the second floor. “Not if I ever want to
break out from the pack.”

By the time they reached the second floor, Yolanda had
changed the subject. Kathryn still had at least a dozen questions
about what she had seen downstairs, but there would be time for
that later.

“Is white wine okay with you?” Yolanda asked as she
stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

“That would be fine.” Kathryn said as she looked around the
simply furnished living room. She couldn’t help but compare it to
her little apartment over her parent’s garage.

“I fixed us a little snack too.” Yolanda said as she came out
of the kitchen with a tray filled with three kinds of cheese and the
wine.

“It looks delicious.” Kathryn said as she picked up one of the
wine glasses and took a sip. “This is also very good.” she added.

“Would you like to hear some music?” Yolanda asked as she
turned on the bookcase stereo.

As the soft sounds filled the air, Yolanda sat down next to
Kathryn and took a taste of her own wine.

“Now there was something that you wanted to talk about?”
Yolanda asked as she put her glass down on the small coffee table.

Kathryn took a long taste of her wine. Now that she was
where she thought she wanted to be, she hesitated. Long silent
moments passed as the redhead collected her thoughts. Moments
that Yolanda just sat there, she was in no hurry.

“We don’t have to talk.” Yolanda said with a small smile.
“We can just sit here and enjoy the wine and music.”

So for the next ten minutes, that was exactly what they did.

“I think I love you.” Kathryn suddenly blurted out.

“Really?” Yolanda said quietly as she took another small sip
of wine. “And how long have you felt this way?”

“I’m not sure,” came the reply. “A while I think, but I didn’t
realize it until today.”

Yolanda took another sip of wine, giving Kathryn a moment to
consider what she was saying.

“Have you ever had feelings for another woman before?”
Yolanda asked.

Kathryn quickly told her about Sally and her brief
introduction into female sex. The telling brought back that same
warmth between her legs.

“That’s lust, not love.” Yolanda noted. “Not that there’s
anything wrong with that at times.”

“And I have had feelings for some of my girlfriends too.”
Kathryn added.

“Ever tell any of them about it?” Yolanda asked as she
moved just a little bit closer.

“No,” Kathryn said. “I didn’t think any of them would’ve
understood.

“Not even Angela?” Yolanda asked as she took the wine glass
from Kathryn hand and put it down on the table next to hers.

“Definitely not Angela!” Kathryn said quickly.

“Pity,” Yolanda mused. “She’s got dynamite tits.” she
laughingly added.

The comment caught Kathryn off guard. Then, picturing the
number of times she’d seen Angela’s big nippled breasts in the
flesh, she had to agree with Yolanda’s assessment.

“I guess she does.” Kathryn smiled.

“But I’m glad she’s not here,” Yolanda said as she leaned
toward Kathryn. “And that you are.”

And then their lips met….

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The kiss Yolanda planted on Kathryn’s soft lips was like that
she would give her sister. A light peck denoting tenderness and
affection. Then she kissed her again – this time with passion.
Kathryn felt the press of her tongue against her lips and opened to
receive it. Sparks erupted as she felt Yolanda’s tongue brush up
against her own.

Yolanda reached up with her hand and cupped Kathryn’s
breast through the thin material of her sundress. It felt so nice
to the younger girl, sending another surge of emotion through her.
Now it was Kathryn’s turn as she put her arms around Yolanda and
kissed her with all of the desire she could gather.

Kathryn and Yolanda sat there on the small couch kissing like
long lost lovers. Every time she felt Yolanda’s tongue slip through
her lips, Kathryn’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t been this
excited since the first time she’d done it with Eric. Unlike Eric,
Yolanda’s lips were soft and sweet, the taste of cherry evident
each time they pressed against hers.

Another thing vastly different was the scent of perfume
that filled her as she pressed against Yolanda. So unlike the smell
of a man, it was soft and gentle. It was also highly intoxicating.

“Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable?” Yolanda
asked as she kissed Kathryn one more time.

With that, Yolanda pulled the zipper of Kathryn’s dress all
the way down, exposing the lacy strap of a thin yellow bra. With
no objection from Kathryn, she pulled the flowery print down
across her shoulders and then began to pull it further down toward
her waist.

For a moment, Kathryn felt very exposed, which was strange
since she had no real phobia about being nude. Yolanda made her
self-conscious about her body in a way that no man ever had.

Yolanda began to kiss her way down Kathryn’s neck, running
her tongue across the recesses of her throat to the soft flesh of
her collarbone. Her green eyes opened in appreciation as she
reached the pale white mounds cradled by the sheer lace bra. The
contrast between her breasts and the deeply tanned skin around it
was highly erotic.

“You’re breasts are so beautiful.” the black haired woman
purred as she planted a soft kiss on the top of each of Kathryn’s
enclosed globes.

A gentle tug on the thin material exposed the bright pink
nipple beneath it. The erect tip was only visible a brief moment
before it vanished between Yolanda’s lips. She wrapped her lips
around the entire areola as she painted a path with her tongue
across it. Then her lips closed as she sucked hard on just the now
erect nipple.

A loud sign erupted from Kathryn as she felt the wetness
engulf her stiff nipple, bringing back the memory of Sally’s touch
from so long ago. The memory quickly faded in the face of reality
and the knowledge that Sally was a rank amateur next to Yolanda .

With only one nipple exposed, Yolanda took her time. Her
tongue darting to and fro, tracing wide circles around the pink
nipple. Then she would tickle it directly before taking it whole into
her mouth again.

“Oh, this feels so good.” Kathryn moaned as she lay back
with her eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel of Yolanda’s
attentions.

“Let’s see how you like this?” Yolanda said as she picked up
the closest wine glass and poured just a little of it on the center of
Kathryn’s breast.

“Oh yes!” Kathryn gasped as Yolanda licked up all traces of
the wine.

A few minutes later, Yolanda exposed the other pale white
breast and repeated her performance. Sending Kathryn further
into a blissful state.

Finally satisfied. Yolanda turned her attention away from
her new playthings and kissed Kathryn again. This time the kiss
was brief, just enough to signal a temporary end to their play.

“I want to try that on you.” Kathryn said excitedly,
wondering what it would be like to taste another woman’s breasts.

“Oh you will soon enough, my new love.” Yolanda said as she
planted another kiss, this time on the cheek. “But I think we
should be practical for a moment.”

Kathryn looked at Yolanda for a moment. A puzzled look on
her face.

“This has already gone far beyond what I think either of us
had planned.” Yolanda said. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
But if you do plan to stay here, I think it might be a good idea if
you called home and told them.”

The call home only took a few minutes. Virginia Gray agreed
with her daughter’s decision to spend the night at her friend’s
house. It was far too late for her to be riding the subway and
buses home.

A wicked smile formed on Kathryn’s face as she spoke,
imagining what her mother’s reaction would be if she could see her
right now. Standing in the center of the living room, her dress
still down around her waist with her breasts hanging free. Her
nipples still wet from the kiss of her new lover.

Virginia started to suggest to her daughter that she try to
get home early in the morning and have brunch with Eric, but
Kathryn quickly dismissed that idea.

“I’ll probably have breakfast here, Mom.” Kathryn said,
bringing the conversation to a quick close. “I’ll see you tomorrow
afternoon. Bye.”

No sooner had Kathryn put down the phone than she felt
Yolanda’s arms close around her from behind. The older woman
pulled tight against her and brought her hands up to cup Kathryn’s
breasts, rubbing her fingers against the stiff nipples.

“Mmmm.” Kathryn said softly as she closed her eyes and
cherished the warmth of the embrace.

Still holding her tight, Yolanda kissed Kathryn’s neck, then
her cheek, then finally ran her tongue along the inner edge of the
redhead’s ear.

Kathryn wanted this moment to last a lifetime, she felt so
warm and secure. The only thing that made it’s passing bearable
was the knowledge that it would only get better.

Yolanda turned Kathryn around and kissed her softy a few
more times. She took Kathryn’s hands in her own and guided them
up under the bottom of her blouse, pressing them against her own
breasts. Kathryn squeezed them softy, feeling Yolanda’s nipples
through the thin material of her own bra.

With practiced skill, Yolanda undid the buttons of her
blouse, letting it fall open, giving her friend a much better look at
her endowments. Then, just as quickly, she undid the front clasp
of her bra and let it fall free into Kathryn’s hands.

Wasting no time, Kathryn let the material drop away, quickly
placing her hands back on the now exposed flesh. It felt so warm
to her touch.

“Can I kiss them?” she asked softly.

“Of course you can, darling.” Yolanda said with a smile. “You
can do anything that you want.”

Yolanda lifted one of her breasts and offered it as a gift to
Kathryn. She leaned down and kissed the center of the dark silver
dollar she had admired in the theater. Unlike her own breasts,
Yolanda’s were all one hue, a combination of her nature color and a
proclivity for nude sunbathing. Her large nipples and wide areola
where a dark brown, several shade darkener than the surrounding
skin. Kathryn tickled the stiff nipple with her tongue, before
taking it into her mouth.

“Yesss,” Yolanda moaned as she felt the wet embrace of
Kathryn’s mouth. “You do that well.”

In reply, Kathryn let the hard nub slip from her lips and ran
her tongue across the wide circle a few more times before taking
it again fully into her mouth. Back in college she had regretted the
fact that she had never had the chance to taste Sally’s breasts.
Tonight she was going to make up for that and much more.

After a few more minutes of play , Yolanda shifted her
other mound to Kathryn’s eager mouth to give her neophyte lover a
chance to feast on that as well.

As she worked her way across this new morsel, Kathryn was
intoxicated by the erotic combination of Yolanda’s natural scent
and the perfume she wore. In was strongest in the deep, dark
valley between her breasts, a place the twenty-three year
old was quickly becoming very familiar with.

When she was satisfied that Kathryn had enjoyed herself
enough for the moment, Yolanda lifted both her breasts and
rubbed them against Kathryn’s own. They kissed as their nipples
rubbed against each other, their tongues becoming one.

“I want you,” Kathryn panted as she broke the kiss. “Right
here, right now.”

“I have a better idea my love,” Yolanda said in reply as she
ran her tongue across Kathryn’s red lips. “We have all night, and I
want this to be special for you.”

As she spoke, she slipped her hand down and under the hem
of Kathryn’s dress. Sliding between the band of her panties, her
fingers came to rest on the redhead’s wet mound. Yolanda rubbed
against the lightly haired bush, sliding her index finger up into
Kathryn’s tunnel of love.

Back and forth she moved it, just enough to give Kathryn a
quick thrill. Then, just as quickly, she removed her hand completely
from her panties and brought it up to her face. Even in the
lamplight, Kathryn could see the shiny residue of her excitement
on the tanned index finger.

“Hmmmm,” Yolanda purred as she slid the outstretched
finger between her lips and licked it clean. “I do so love a little
appetizer before the main course.” she laughed.

Kathryn smiled back, wondering what it would be like to
taste Yolanda’s nectar. A question that she knew would be
answered in a very short time.

“I want to give you a few minutes to catch your breath,”
Yolanda abruptly said. “To give you one last chance to decide if
this is what you really want.”

Kathryn opened her mouth to say something but was stilled
as Yolanda placed her index finger against her open lips. She could
easily smell her own scent filling her nostrils. It was a heady
aroma.

“Don’t say anything,” Yolanda continued. “I want you to wait
here and finish your wine. Wait fifteen minutes, then if you’re still
sure, follow me upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”

With that, Yolanda broke the embrace and headed up the
wrought iron circular staircase and disappeared onto the third
floor.

The quiet swing of the pendulum on the wall clock counted
off each of those fifteen minutes as Kathryn sat and finished her
wine. The drink only added to the warmth that still filled her
body. The soft caress of Yolanda’s lips against her own still
tingled, more so those against her breasts. In her heart, she felt
more sixteen than twenty- three, more like a virgin than an
experienced lover.

Deep within her, Kathryn could hear a small voice calling out
to her. It was the voice of caution, urging her to take a large step
backwards and carefully examine what she was about to do. That
voice was balanced by that of her soul, filled with the fire of
suddenly realized dreams. At that moment Kathryn recalled her
dream of the night before. Only this time she could see the face
of her lover. It was a face she had caressed so lovingly only ten
minutes before.

The wall clock chimed the quarter hour, and Kathryn put her
now empty wine glass down on the table. She looked up at the
staircase leading to the third floor and decided to follow the voice
of her soul and dreams.

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“Omigod…..” Kathryn gasped breathlessly as she felt
another rising crest wash through her body.

Her body covered with sweat, she couldn’t believe the
ecstasy her quaking form had experienced over the last quarter
hour. Never in her life had she imagined that another person could
make her feel this good.

When she had first stepped into Yolanda’s bedroom, and
then to her bed, she had expected the experience to be similar to
that brief moment with Sally. She couldn’t have imagined how far
beyond that it would quickly reach.

Despite her desire to try and return the brief pleasure that
Yolanda have given her downstairs, the older girl directed her to
just stretch out on the bed and relax. There would be time enough
later for her to take a more active part.

The light of a dozen candles, spread out across the room,
lighted the room. Shadowless light that reflected off the now
nude form of the South American woman. As she stood there,
Kathryn had a few moments to fully admire the artistry of her
friend’s body. She would quickly discover that unlike other more
conventional works of art, this one could produce more than a
passing reaction.

Following her friend’s instruction, Kathryn had climbed onto
the large platform bed, her dress left on the floor next to it.
She’d took hold of the waistband of her plain yellow panties to
remove them but was interrupted.

“No, I’ll do that.” Yolanda said as she reached down and
stopped her.

Joining her friend on the bed, Yolanda straddled her and
began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned over and
began to kiss her way down her back. She started at her neck and
slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her fingers and lips,
whispering quiet terms of endearment as she went.

As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Kathryn’s breasts
and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she reached
the top edge of Kathryn’s bikini briefs, she took hold of the
waistband with her teeth and pulled them down, exposing the
plump pale cheeks of Kathryn’s ass. The woman beneath her lifted
herself a few inches off the surface of the bed to allow Yolanda to
draw the briefs down and off her legs.

“You have a beautiful ass.” Yolanda chuckled as she look
down at Kathryn’s left cheek. On impulse she kissed it.

A new series of kisses followed as Yolanda covered both
cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack
between her valley and went down and across to the hairy red
mound on the other end.

Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she
exposed Kathryn’s sex and pressed her tongue deep within it.

“Ooooo” Kathryn moaned as she again lifted herself to give
greater access.

With all the skill she’d gained over the years since she’d
discovered other girls at the age of fifteen, Yolanda played her
new lover’s pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of her
slippery tongue sent little charges through her friend. She
savored the taste that coated her tongue, a delight she’d dreamed
of since the day she had walked into Moore and Rand and met the
women now laid out before her.

As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew there
were still many pleasures she wanted to share with her friend. She
spun Kathryn over and turned her own body around so that the red
headed woman would have access to her own cunt. She easily slid
the remains of her own underwear to the floor and once more
climbed on top.

Still quivering from what she knew was just the first of the
night’s joys, Kathryn stared in fascination at the sight of her
friend’s naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. It was
beautiful, she though. The scent of Yolanda’s sex was almost
overpowering, and to her delight she learned with her first lick
that the taste was all she hoped it would be. Yolanda lowered her
pelvis, so that Kathryn could have easier access to her wet cunt.
She gave Kathryn free reign, allowing her to set the pace of her
actions.

Slowly at first, Kathryn licked her lover, exploring her
womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken the
pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout
Yolanda’s body. As they slowly built in intensity, Yolanda
knew they would eventually lead to orgasm.

Satisfied that Kathryn was comfortable and well on her way,
Yolanda turned her attentions back to the now saturated mound
before her own mouth. Parting Kathryn’s lips, she quickly went
back to work and expertly matched Kathryn’s rhythm. Their
bodies were in sync as they heaved and sweated in a building
passion.

The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Yolanda
that Kathryn was defiantly a diamond in the raw. What would she
be like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the
twenty-seven year old pressed her cunt down against Kathryn’s
face, while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside
Kathryn as it would go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and
as powerful as any Yolanda had experienced.

They lay there wrapped in each other’s embrace for a few
moments, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s body.
Kathryn swore that she could feel the beat of Yolanda’s heart as
their bodies pressed together as the noise of both their
labored breaths filled the room.

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“Good morning, sweetheart.” Yolanda said as she stepped
into the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray filled with various
foods. “I wasn’t sure exactly what you like in the morning, seeing
as you seem to live on tea and danish in the office, but I’m sure
there’s something here that you’ll like.”

Kathryn rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she adjusted to
the sunlight filling the room. She couldn’t believe it was morning
already. The last thing she remembered was that she and Yolanda
were making love for the third, or was it fourth time. She
remembered the heat of their bodies as she held each other tight,
their pussies on fire as they rubbed them against each other until
they’d exploded in an exhausting orgasm. After that she must’ve
collapsed from fatigue.

“It all looks marvelous.” she said as she took a small morsel
from the tray Yolanda had set down on the bed. “I’ve famished.”

“I’ve no doubt that you are.” Yolanda said as she sat down on
the edge of the bed and kissed Kathryn on the cheek.

“I have to say last night was incredible.” Kathryn said as she
took a sip of tea.

“You’re not going to get any argument there from me.”
Yolanda smiled as she took a taste of her coffee.

“I do love you.” Kathryn said, repeating her statement of
the previous night.

“I know you do.” Yolanda replied as she set the coffee cup
down. “And I feel the same way about you.”

“Why do I have a feeling that there’s a ‘but’ somewhere in
that statement.” Kathryn said.

Yolanda smiled.

“But….” she began. “I want you to make sure you’re going
into this with your eyes wide open.”

“I am.” was Kathryn’s simple reply.

“Not right now you’re not.” Yolanda corrected her. “Maybe
a month from now you could say that, but not this morning. Right
now you’re riding the wave of some really great sex, and that’s fine.
As long as you can recognize that for what it is.”

“I guess you’re right.” Kathryn said as she thought about it.

“So we just take it a step at a time,” Yolanda said as she
crawled into the bed next to Kathryn. “And if this all turns out to
be is a little lust, well I’m sure we can deal with that too.” she
added as she kissed Kathryn on the lips.

“I think I need a shower.” Kathryn abruptly said as she
became aware of her bodies reaction to the previous night’s
exertions.

“Yes you do,” Yolanda grinned. “I’ve already had one but I’d
be happy to help wash your back.”

“Just my back?” Kathryn smiled back.

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-=-= Epilogue =-=-

Kathryn didn’t make it home for lunch that Sunday
afternoon, or dinner for that matter. She showed up for work
Tuesday morning in a dress she borrowed from Yolanda.

By the end of the week, she had told Eric that it was over
between them and he took it with what she concluded was a sense
of relief. He never confirmed her suspicions about him and Tracy,
but three months later the two of them were married. And it was
only five months later that Tracy presented Papa Foster with his
first grandchild.

Angela’s rise to the top suffered a fatal setback when her
boss suffered a heart attack one cold January afternoon.
Thankfully it wasn’t during one of their private consultations. His
replacement, a no nonsense woman named Joan Miller quickly had
the former assistant reassigned to a position more in tune with her
office skills, or lack thereof.

It was no real surprise to most that the position of
administrative assistant that opened with that reassignment was
offered to Kathryn. She had proven time and again what an asset
she’d quickly become to the company.

What did come as a surprise was both her decision to turn
down the job and then resign from the company. She explained in
resignation that she’d been offered a position with Southstar
Enterprises. Few of her associates had ever heard of the
company, but a quick computer check by the curious would find it
described by the industry journals as a rapidly expanding computer
support company.

What few friends she still had at Moore and Ryan wished
her luck — and happiness at least.

Kathryn assured them that she was sure she’d found both.

END

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I tried to play along with my wife and her new friends and games

Do I want to save this marriage

Ch 5

My eyes felt like large iron doors as I tried to pry them open. My mind slowly slipped out of a dreamless sleep and fought its way out of the fog. With a groan I slowly rolled on my side and eventually made my eyes open. There was an orange glow to the room as the sunlight crept past the thin curtains across the large glass doors leading out to the balcony. The crazy events of last night flooded my mind when I realized that I had slipped off into slumber as soon as Steph left the room last night. I looked at Cindy’s side of the bed and it was still empty. I remembered that she was planning on going over to Gloria and Michelle’s room to end the night, so I wasn’t too surprised. She must have fallen asleep there and she would be back in time for breakfast… or maybe lunch. I looked at the small alarm clock on the nightstand and read the green block numbers. 8:30? Why would the sun rise be so late in the day? I must have drank more than I thought.

I sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Then it dawned on me. I had slept the entire day away! The sun wasn’t rising, it was setting! I pulled myself up off the bed and shakily walked over to the table in the corner where my cell phone was charging. A moment of panic started to sink in and I just knew something bad had happened. As I reached for my phone, I noticed a small folded piece of paper next to my phone. Propped up on its ends, I recognized Cindy’s beautiful penmanship had scrawled two words across the front: “My Lover”

A sense of dread spread through my whole body as I thought about how horrifying those words sounded to me. It had been years since I felt that she cared enough about our marriage for intimacy. Had this trip really had been worth it? The changes I had seen in her already were incredible. I reached down and picked up the note. I could smell a hint of Cindy’s perfume surrounding the note and I held it to my nose and just breathed in her scent for a moment. I pulled the note away and unfolded it and read:

“My lover,

First and foremost, thank you so much for last night. I have never felt so free to explore my desires. I had no idea that I had these thoughts and feelings until you so selflessly opened yourself to my whims. I am so sorry. I sit here writing this, watching you sleep so soundly, and I realize that I have not been honest with myself all of these years and therefore were not honest with you. I know that I have been cold and unfeeling. I think it was because deep down I knew that I had these needs buried deep inside and did not trust that you would be so accepting. I promise to be much better about expressing myself to you. That being said, I now must switch gears and remind you that you made me a promise last night. You agreed to go to the new club with us and be my at my whim. A promise is a promise. And I promise you that we will explore many new limits tonight. I have already laid out your outfit for tonight. You will wear all that I have chosen. You will be ready to be picked up at 9:30. I will not lower myself to pick you up. Your ride will be there promptly at 9:30 and you will go with them. You will follow all of their orders. I will see you at the club.

Your Mistress”

So, she had not forgotten her dominant side! I set the note down on the table and walked over to the bathroom. There was another garment bag laying across the counter. I was torn between looking into the bag or getting into the shower. Looking at myself in the mirror made my decision for me. After last night I was such a mess. I turned on the hot water and climbed into the shower. After letting the hot water stream down on me and relax my muscles, I washed thoroughly. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, my eyes kept being drawn to the garment bag.

I guess it was now or never. I hung up the towel and unzipped the bag. There was a crisp, clean white button down dress shirt, a pair of khakis, and the black pair of sandals from last night. I was perplexed why Cindy was so adamant that I wear this until I noticed a black plastic bag at the bottom of the garment bag. Pulling the bag out, I turned it over and let the contents fall on the counter. There were a couple packages, a small bottle, and a pair of underwear.

Picking up the underwear, I realized that using that term was being generous. Looking over the small amount of material it took some twisting and turning to figure out exactly how they worked. I finally got them facing the right way and held them up to look at. What I had before me was a black leather waistband and two smaller leather bands to go around the thighs. Connecting the bands together were strips of black see-through mesh that ran along the outside of the hips and thighs. The front and back were completely exposed. I carefully pulled on the underwear and got them adjusted.

Picking up the first small package, I saw a contraption made up of two round rubber circles connected together. Flipping it over, I saw a diagram explaining what it was for. I had never seen a cock ring before but had heard of them. The diagram showed that one ring went around the base of the cock and the second wrapped around the ball sack. I opened the package and spent the next few minutes trying to get everything situated and put together properly. It was constricting and felt weird, but it was what Cindy wanted. Picking up the next package, I saw a shiny black rubber thing. It was narrow at the top and widened out a bit before slimming down into a flat, wide base. It was probably about 4 inches long and was about an inch or two in diameter at the widest point. I knew that this must have been a joke she would never expect me to wear a butt plug of any size.

Looking in the full length mirror on the back of the door, I was hit with an odd sense of dichotomy. On the outside, I looked like I was heading to a casual dinner in my untucked white dress shirt over khakis and sandals, but underneath I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was wearing silly underwear and a cock ring. My mind racing about the possibilities the night held, I tried to calm my breathing and paced around the room. I had almost relaxed when there was a sharp rapping on the door. I glanced at the clock and saw it switch from 9:29 to 9:30. My heart started racing again and I shuffled over to the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see the two men from last night! With a flash of a smile, they brushed past me into the room.

“Here, you will take these now please. ” With that, the taller one handed me three pills. The man next to him handed me a bottle of orange juice. So, it was going to be another one of those nights. I took the pills in hand and the bottle. I then told them I needed to use the bathroom. I then entered the bathroom locking the door behind me. It was not a total lie I did need to pee. I then proceeded to relieve myself, then I open the bottle and drank much of it, after I put the pills in the corner of the sink area. I then returned to the bedroom area and said I was as ready as I would ever be.

With that, they turned and started to walk out the door. I quickly followed them, flicking off the light switch as the door started to close behind me. I shuffled behind them down the hallway until we reached the exit. Stepping out into the humid night, I saw a black BMW parked out front. “You will need to sit in back. “

I opened the door and climbed in behind the dark tinted windows. The shorter man leaned in and started to wrap a blindfold around my eyes. I was about to protest when I remembered that Cindy said I had to do exactly what they wanted. I heard the door close next to me and then the front doors open and close. The engine revved to life.****************************************************************************I then removed the blindfold and told them I wanted to see the city at night. Glancing forward I seen the gauge showed 100.1 miles on it. They then told me that there might be trouble to pay when we got there. I told them “No worries guys this is a party for my wife.”

I felt the car pull away from the curb and we made our way through the streets. I lost track of time as we twisted and turned through the city streets. I just kept looking around drinking my OJ.

I felt us turn left and suddenly the road was very bumpy, like we were driving over the cobblestone streets some very old downtowns have. There was a sharp turn to the right and I could hear the crunching of gravel under the tires. We slowed to a stop and the engine died. I then looked at the dash again and seen the we had traveled right at 10 miles.

A moment later my door opened and I felt someone pulling me out of the car. Gravel crunched under foot as we walked a few feet. I seen a metal door open and someone greet us in a foreign language. We stepped through the door and I was escorted down a long hallway. The voice that greeted us at the door said something to my two escorts and I was taken through another doorway. It was a very dark room. I was turned and pushed until I was sitting down on a soft chair of some kind. I sat there, heart racing and sweat starting to gather on my forehead, as I squinted and strained tried desperately to see anything that would give me a clue as to what was happening now. I did look around a very large room with many half dressed people milling around. ***************************************************************************

Time stood still and I couldn’t tell how long I sat there, a shroud of darkness in front of my eyes.

“So, do you think enough time has passed that it is working for him? It took longer than usual last time. ” The voice came from a few feet to my left, and if I wasn’t mistaken I thought I recognized it as Gloria’s voice.

“Well, there is one way to find out. ” The voice came from right behind me, and I was certain that it was Michelle. I suddenly felt fingertips running lightly across each side of my neck I knew it was time to play along with them as I had done last night. I immediately acted as if I had a shiver run up my spine and I let out a soft moan. “Wonderful! Looks like we are in business. “

“You are supposed to be wearing a blindfold now. You will have to be punished for this. She then slapped my face hard and commanded me.

“I am sorry I thought that part was just a joke.” I stammered out weakly.

You will keep your eyes shut from now on unless you are commanded otherwise.

Do not peek or it will not go well for you. ” Cindy said this in a stern voice from right in front of me. I felt something being forced over my head. With a little bit of work, my head was soon encapsulated in some sort of tight hood. “You can open your eyes now. “

I slowly opened my eyes, but I am not sure why really. My vision was still obscured and I couldn’t see anything at all. “Tell me, can you see anything?” I slowly stammered that I couldn’t and suddenly my face was grabbed roughly under the chin and Cindy hissed at me: “When you address me, it will be as Mistress, do you understand?”

“Cindy, Honey, I don’t understand this is all so confusing.” I blurted out.

She then grabbed my face roughly and said sternly “What did you say to me slave?”

“Yes Mistress!” I quickly replied.

“First, I want you to feel your mask. I want you to understand exactly what you have on. ” I slowly reached up and started to feel around the mask. It felt like a thin, smooth leather across most of it; the back was a more stretchable, thin material which allowed it to be pulled on and off without needing a zipper or other clasps. Around the throat, there was a strip of leather that buckled on the side effectively keeping the mask tight around my neck and secured on me until the buckle was undone. There were no eye holes of any kind so there would be no seeing my surroundings unless the hood was removed. Around the mouth were a few metal snap openings – obviously there were some sort of attachments that could be used with the mask.

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I then tried to speak “Cindy…..honey I am confused by all of this.” The next thing I felt was a powerful slap on my face given by I have no idea whom. I then heard the command again, “You will not speak until spoken to slave.” I then thought better of speaking for now on.

I reached my arms out and waited for what was to come. “I am going to tease you with just a little information about what is happening. ” I felt a warm body step forward against my hands. Hands firmly grasped my wrists and began to move my hands across the body. I could feel the smooth texture of latex under my palms and the soft, toned stomach underneath the material. I started to run my hands up and down the stomach in front of me until my wrists were pulled roughly away. “Did I say you could touch more than what I allowed you?”

“No. Sorry. ” I realized my mistake too late, and suddenly my head was pushed back until I would have been staring at the ceiling if I could see.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a slow learner. I guess we will have to give you some time to think about the words that will come out of your mouth. Michelle, if you please. ” Suddenly I felt a hard rubber pressed against my lips. My mouth was forced open and the rubber scraped my teeth as it inserted into my mouth. It was long and round; by the time it fit all the way in, my mouth was almost completely filled to my tonsils. I felt pressure against my lips and chin and heard the tell-tale click of metal snaps falling into place. The hands let go of me and I was gagged and blind and no more sure of my surroundings. “Now, let’s try this again. Arms out. “

I quickly complied with my wife’s orders.

“Mistress Michelle, please come over here.” A few seconds later I felt a round firm ass in my hands. “You may explore for a moment. You will stop immediately when I tell you to.

” My hands began to slowly caress and try and decipher what I was supposed to. Michelle’s legs and butt were encased in something smooth and I guessed that it was maybe rubber. My hands slid up her back and the material continued – a body suit! As my hands worked around to her sides and started to slide down towards her ass again, I felt buckles and straps on both sides. They were tightly bound against her hips and even down on her thighs. I figured I was good so far, so I decided to try and cop a feel and my hand started to slide underneath her butt towards her crotch. “That is enough!” I quickly pulled my hands away before I would be in trouble again and get more pain as my reward.

“Mistresses Gloria and Steph, please introduce yourself as well. ” I felt my left hand lifted upwards and my first two fingers on my hand were sucked into a warm, wet mouth and the tongue swirled and flicked. My right hand was grasped and placed on what I knew immediately was a soft, supple breast. I could feel strips of leather cupping the breast and small metal chains dangling off of the cup in different directions. With her hand firmly placed over mine, my hand was manipulated in to gripping, groping, and pulling on the breast. “Wonderful. Now slave you have met your Mistresses for the evening. If you earn the right to speak again, you will address all of us as Mistress or be punished. You will follow all of our orders – or be punished. If we tell you to submit to anyone else, you will listen – or be punished. Nod if you understand. ” I quickly nodded but my mind raced as I wondered who else was around. Who else would see this? Who else would be involved? I then knew I had very little chance of being rescued that night.

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I felt hands grasp me under the arms and start to lift me up off the seat. Standing up, disoriented, more than just a little nervous. I felt hands being the unbutton my shirt and another pair lifting my feet and pulling off the sandals. After my feet were bare, the hands began to unbutton and unzip my khakis. It was a weird balancing act as I was having my pants and shirt removed at the same time. After I was left standing there in my new underwear and the hood, I felt the latex-clad body of Cindy slide up behind me and press up against my back. Her hand slid around my waist and felt her run her finger along the cock ring. My penis twitched and I could feel it start to engorge. Her fingertips trailed along my hip and down over my butt.

WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR PLUG???

I then stammered “I thought the butt plug was a joke, we have never done anything like that before.” She then laughed at me saying “We will be doing many first things tonight my slave.” She then snapped her fingers to somebody near her calling them to her. The next thing I knew I was being bent over at my waist, feeling my ass cheeks spread wide, then some cold liquid being poured on my now exposed ass. I then felt something pressed into my asshole, a finger maybe, pushing deeper and side to side. I next felt some relief as the first object was removed and a much larger pushed into my virgin asshole. It did take them much forcing and pushing to get it all the way in.

I suddenly felt my head being pulled forward and the gag in my mouth tugging outward on my teeth. It was still attached to the mask, so I was really confused. My body leaned forward and I was forced to take steps to keep from falling. I could tell I was being led away from the couch but was clueless where to or how it was happening. As I was allowed to come to a stop, I felt hands on my shoulders turning me around. Another set of hands slipped to the inside of my knees and started pushing my legs apart. As I stood there bow-legged, the hands on my shoulders pressed against me until I shuffled backwards a few steps. I could tell there was some sort of bench between my legs and when the hands pressed down on my shoulders I sat down on a rounded mound that felt to be covered in a supple plastic or fake leather. I could feel a strange rubbery piece that pressed up against the plug in my ass and the underside of my balls. Strong hands grabbed each of my ankles and forced them against the side of the bench I was sitting on. I felt some sort of fur-lined cuffs wrap around each ankle and I heard them clicking shut.

I heard the soft voice of Steph in my right ear whisper: “I want you to reach up with your hand and feel the other side of your gag. ” I slowly reached up and felt around a bit until my fingertips brushed against something protruding exactly opposite of the gag in my mouth. Feeling around, I was able to surmise that it was a very realistic, fleshy dildo. It seemed to be fairly thick, and just guessing that it was possibly a good 8″ long. Feeling along it, the first thing I noticed was that it was incredibly lifelike in texture and sculpting (I could feel veins and found that although it represented an uncut cock, the foreskin would even pull back like a real penis). The second thing I noticed was that it seemed to even radiate heat like my body did when I held my own penis. “I had you feel this for a few reasons. I want you to know that we all plan on riding that thing at some point tonight and you will just have to deal with it. I also want you to know that there are a couple of those around here tonight, so unless you are really good at guessing, you will not know which ones are real and which ones are Memorex. ” With that, she pushed my chest down forward until my chest was touching the tops of my thighs. Hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them down to by my ankles. Suddenly my wrists were being cuffed right next to my ankles and I was completely immobilized.

I felt a hand grab the top of my mask and pull backwards so that I was facing forward again. I heard something being moved in front of me – a chair or something. Someone slid between me and the new chair and slid down into it. I felt the smooth skin of someone’s thighs against my shoulders and the edge of heels being dug into my back. A hand grasped the protruding dildo from the front of my mask and pulled it towards them.

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A moan escaped the person in front of me. A pair of hands roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward forcefully. A stifled whimper escaped their lips and the heels dug in deeper into my back. The hands began to push and pull my head forward and back and I could actually hear the squishing sounds as the wet pussy gripped the dildo and slipped and slid back and forth on it. The heels began to press and release against my back with each thrust. The pain was right on the edge of pleasure and excruciating. I could feel the tension in my back and neck as I was forced into this awkward position and jostled around. This continued for a few minutes until I heard the girl in front of me being to pant and moan louder, throatily exclaiming that she was cumming. Suddenly the thighs clamped down around my ears, the heels dug in deep and hard enough that I began to feel a warm trickle or my own blood sliding across my back.

There was a quiver in the thighs for a moment and then they slowly, regretfully released my head. The legs dropped off of my shoulders and whoever the mystery girl was shifted off the seat in front of me. Shivers danced along my body as I felt a set of fingertips begin to graze along from the base of the mask, down my spine and to the spot where the heels had cut my back. They paused briefly and then I suddenly felt a warm tongue begin to lick the small trail of blood from my back and twirl around the cut. The feeling was intense and surprisingly erotic. My body shivered again and goose bumps raised across my legs and arms.

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“Well, that was an unexpected reaction. That gives me an idea. Michelle, go grab me the small spur. ” I felt my wrists being uncuffed and I was brought up from my cramped position. I felt myself being pushed backwards until I was laying with my back on the bench. My arms were pulled down and under the bench where they were cuffed once again to the underside of the bench. Fingertips began to run from my bent knees, up to my semi-hard penis. They begin the trace lazy circles around the head until I slowly grow as full and rigid as I could ever remember. I feel the cool sensation of a few drops of lube fall on the tip and soon the fingers have coated me from the base of my shaft to the very tip. As the fingers circled around the base, I felt a strange sensation as something was slid down the full length of my penis. As the hand let go, I started to hear a small hum and an immense suction against my penis. Very slowly, I could feel the pressure growing in my cock. I could feel the blood pulsing in my veins and it felt like it might explode.

Right as I felt like I couldn’t take any more, the humming and suction stopped. There was no release, so I just felt the pulsing in my penis and it felt engorged further than it had ever been. Michelle leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I may be more into girls, but I love the feel of a hard cock between my legs. First I am going to use the one up here and then the one down there. ” With that, I felt someone lifting their leg over me and straddling my head. A soft purring sound escaped Michelle’s throat as she slowly slid down on the dildo. I felt some of her weight against me as she settled in and paused for a moment. I waited patiently for her to start fucking the dildo, but instead a felt the smallest of pin pricks on my chest. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt a trail of pin pricks dance along my chest as Michelle rolled the spur across me. She had just enough pressure to keep it on the edge of passing pleasurable to painful. “Hold on baby, this may sting a little. ” With that, I felt her press harder against my skin and roll the spur across me for about an inch or so. It was excruciating! I immediately felt a handful of warmth trickling and sliding across my chest and down my sides. I felt a couple mouths begin to lick and suck the trails off of me.

Michelle began to slowly slide up and down on the dildo attached to my gag. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest while increasing her pace. She would rotate her rhythms and style every once in a while – one second she would slide all the way down and in quick rhythm slide up and down only an inch or so and then the next she would slowly slide all the way up until the tip was just inside her and then slam back down. As she rotated through these rhythms, her breath got heavier and heavier. I could tell she was building up to a crescendo; suddenly she started sliding up all the way and slamming down hard as fast as she could. Her fingernails dug deep into my flesh and she started to whimper. Suddenly her body went rigid for a moment and then on shaky legs she climbed off of me. It was incredibly sexy and painful to have the women use me like this, but I was glad that it stopped for a second – I was afraid she was going to hurt me with the force she was slamming into my head with. Luckily the bench underneath me was incredibly padded.

As I lay there trying to breath, I heard and felt a pop as the contraption on my penis was lifted off. I felt someone reach under the bench and uncuff one hand. I heard Cindy whisper into my ear: “Touch yourself. Feel how big you are. Slowly stroke it for all of us to see. ” I reached up and slowly touched my now very painful penis.

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Holy cow! I immediately could tell that it was harder than I had ever been. The veins were straining and popping and I could barely fit my fingers around it. It must have been nearly double the girth than it usually is. I slowly stroked upwards to the tip and it even seemed to be slightly longer as well. “Keep stroking it. Slowly. Slower. I want to see you stroke that cock. ” I felt the cold sting of lube being drizzled on my penis and my stroking spread it all over. After a few minutes, my hand was pulled away from my penis and placed against a warm pussy. I could feel the natural lubricant all against my hand. “Do you see how wet you make me? I love watching you stroke you huge cock. “

Cindy slid over my body and I could feel her cool hand guiding me into her. It took a moment for her to wiggle her way onto me but as soon as she was ready, she slammed down on me hard. She immediately started cumming. “Oh Jesus that feels so good!” Normally she goes nice and slow to start, but Cindy immediately began riding my cock as fast and hard as she could. Only a moment later she screamed out that she was cumming again and popped off of my cock. As my hard cock slapped up against my stomach I felt a gush of warm liquid splash over me. Holy cow, she made herself squirt from my cock. The idea started to send me over the edge and I guess Cindy could tell from the twitching of my penis and the flexing of my stomach that I was about to cum. She immediately grabbed around the head of my penis with one hand and the base with the other and squeezed. She held me tightly, almost painfully, until the twitching subsided and I fell back from the edge.

“I think it is my turn. ” I heard Steph say. Cindy moved out of the way and I felt another round of lube cascading over my cock head. I could feel the brush of a body between my legs and then a soft hand reach down and hold my penis straight up and down. Very slowly, I felt warmth against the tip of my penis. Slowly, slowly, I felt pressure against me as she attempted to lower herself on me. I felt myself easing into her but it was one of the tightest feelings. She wiggled her butt and she suddenly slipped down a few inches. “Oh my god, that feels so good in my ass. “

A sharp intake of breath around the gag in my mouth. Did she say her ass?! In the entire time that we had been married, Cindy never let me stick it in her ass. I could kiss and lick it and she loved that, but I could never stick anything in there. I was finally having anal sex. It was almost too much and I could feel myself about to cum. Steph must have felt it coming on too, because she immediately stopped moving and grabbed the base of my penis extremely hard. I shivered and shook as my orgasm was pushed aside once again.

“Oh poor baby. I think he really wants to release that load. ” Cindy cooed into my ear. “Not yet. Not for a bit. Maybe not at all. You are our little play thing tonight.” With that, she straddled my head and I could hear her moan as she lowered herself onto the large dildo. Steph held perfectly still, grasping my penis in a death grip. Cindy began to slowly slide up and down. “You know, this is great, but I think I need a real one too. Come here. “

A few seconds later, I could hear Cindy moaning again, but this time I could tell she had something in her mouth. Slowly I begin to hear the slurping of Cindy giving a wet, dirty blowjob. Steph began to grind against the thick phallus in her. With a loud plop, I heard her break free. “You know, this just isn’t enough. How about you come over here too. ” I felt her lean across to the other side and I heard the sounds of a blowjob start again. As she continued to grind hard against my face, I could feel her lean one way for a minute and then the other. The sounds of a wet blowjob continued. There was a slight break and she stopped moving. “How do you like this? I have two hard, throbbing cocks in my hands right now. They are covered in my saliva and they taste so good. I would try and fit them both in my mouth at one time, but they are just too big. “

As Cindy went back to sucking the cocks of the two men, I felt Steph begin to slowly lower herself further on me. She began the most frustrating rhythm. She would slide down on me and raise up an inch then grip my penis hard. She would sit still for a moment and then repeat. It felt amazing, but with each vice-like grip my sensations would wane and my orgasm would fall away. This went on for a few minutes until I felt Steph tense up and shake. She slowly slid off of me and let out a deep breath.

Cindy climbed off of me and stepped away. I felt someone reach under the bench and unlatch my hands. My ankles were next and then I felt hands under my arms and lifting me up. I was led away from the bench and then was forced to my knees. I felt a wooden pole raising up from the ground and I was pushed back until my back was against it. My legs were drawn around each side of it and I felt my ankles crossed over each other and strapped down to the ground. My wrists were pulled behind me and around the pole as well and I felt them bound to each other. To my surprise, I felt a strap wrapped around my neck and attached behind the pole as well. I could not move an inch.

Someone began unbuckling the small strap around the bottom of the mask and pulled the snaps free from the dildo gag in my mouth. I tried to wiggle and relax my jaw as the gag was removed from my mouth. I couldn’t move my head anywhere to help as the mask was slowly removed. I blinked my eyes and tried to adjust my vision as I was pulled from utter darkness to a semi-lit room. As my eyes came into focus, I looked around the room. I could not believe what my own eyes were seeing. Cindy was standing a few feet in front of me. The first thing I noticed was her outfit. Looking like the total cheap slut she had now become apparently! She was wearing the tightest latex dress that barely went below her ass cheeks. It was extremely low cut and her breasts were pushed together and up to create amazing cleavage. It was translucent yellow with black piping. The next thing I noticed was that there were two young men standing next to her naked, their cocks in her hands as she slowly stroked them. I could feel our wedding vows slowly vaporizing before my eyes. Sitting on a couch behind her were the two men that we met at the gay club last night. They were naked and stroking each other and smiling at the action going on.

Standing on each side of me were Gloria and Michelle.

Michelle was wearing a black, full body suit. It was super tight and showed all of her curves. I immediately noticed a strap-on sticking out from her crotch. It must have been at about 6″ long but pretty narrow (maybe an inch in diameter). Gloria had nothing on. Well, that isn’t true. Dripped all over her tanned body was a multitude of colors of liquid latex; it created a veritable Jackson Pollack painting on her. Strapped to her crotch was a horse cock. No, it wasn’t just big, it was literally shaped like a horse penis. It was about 12″ long and very thick.

Sitting on a loveseat in the corner was another girl I had never seen before. She was naked except for white knee-high Go Go boots. I couldn’t see it because of how she was sitting, but I could tell by the straps around her hips that she was wearing a strap-on as well. She was stroking the cock of a naked man next to her. Sitting on the arm rest of the love seat was Steph. She was wearing a black leather bra and matching school girl skirt. There were gold metal chains looping off of the bra that hung down her sides and looped down and connected to the waistband of her skirt.

“I hope you have a lot more energy, because the night is just starting, our little slave toy. ” Cindy gave me a wicked smile.

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I hope you all enjoy

Slave Of A Sith Chapter two.

This is my second chapter of Slave of a Sith. If you have not read the first chapter I would recommend doing so. Feed back is appreciated!

I woke up. I could not remember anything. I could not remember the first 15 years of my life the only thing I could remember is somehow learning how to use a light saber. I could not remember who taught me how to, my parents, or anything else. The only other thing I could remember is my one life order. To serve Asaji Ventresses every order.

I was lying in a bed covered in silk sheets. I had a collar wrapped around my neck. My pussy was wet. I started rubbing and fingering it slowly working my self to orgasm. I seemed to be horny all the time. I finally reached a beautiful orgasm, Recovered and started observing the rest of the room. It was beautifully decorated. I had an open window at the side of the room. Before I could stand up and finish looking, the door at the side of my room open and walked in my master. “Good morning slut. From now on you will call me master, and you will reply to slut or slave. You cannot remember anything because I have cleared your memory, you serve the dark side and you hate the light side. I will train you in the ways of the Sith and in being the proper sex slave. You will server my every need. Clear” Ventress said, “Yes master, is there anything you would like me to do right now? Or should I explore the rest of the house.” I asked. She ordered me to put a butt plug in my ass to keep my ass in correct form. That was all for right now. I slowly pushed the plug up my ass. I moaned in pleasure as it slid up my ass. This would take some getting used to. Before leaving my room Ventress told me “ When I need you, you will be shocked with your collar, as soon as you are shocked you must come and find me and do what I tell you to. Understand?” I nodded. She left the room and I followed soon after.

I spent the first few hours of my new life touring the mansion. It was absolutely huge with hundreds of rooms and many places to explore. I had found the sex dungeon where I thought would be my punishment area due to all the pain gadgets around the room. As I was just going through some of the rooms when a sudden shocker going through my body, I immediately began my search for my Master. I found her in a room, which looked like a meditation room. “Come here and lick my pussy on all fours. Bitch!” She ordered. I got down on my knees and walked to her pussy. I started to slowly poke my tongue on her tight clit. “mmmmmm” she moaned. I started to move my tongue faster into her clit. All of the sudden her juices splashed all over my face. Master let out a loud moan, She then ordered my to open my mouth wide. She crouched down over my face and started pissing in my mouth. She ordered me to drink it all and rub the extras over my body. It tasted so good and I loved every second of the contents within her bladder. She said we would go eat then Sith training would begin.

Master showed me around the kitchen then showed me where I would eat. I had a bowl on the floor right next to her chair “this is will you will eat slave. From time to time I will have guests and the only meal you will get is a meal full of pussy of cock” I did not care at all I was just loving my new life. I ate the food I was given and then was ordered outside to begin work learning the dark side of the force. (Side-note- I will not be going into much depth with her training, only from time to time.) After a long day of training I ate dinner in my bowl and then was shocked to my masters room. She was lying in her bed in the full nude. “Your Sith training is done for the day but now we start with Slave training” She climbed out of her bed and led me to an open room “today we will start with learning how to become the sluttiest of all sluts and also teach you something about bestiality” She left me in the room and climb up a set of stairs to a viewing area. Once she was seated she gave out a sharp whistle and out of nowhere 5 big dogs came out of nowhere. All their cocks were long and hard. I felt my pussy go wet just at the though. “You are to please all these hounds and let them cum all over and in you multiple times for the whole night” I knew this was going to be a long night. I undressed myself and walked over to the first hound. I got down on all fours and started fondling the large balls and cock of the hound. I felt another hound start sniffing my pussy. I took the hounds cock into my mouth and grabbed another one with my hand. I started moving my head back and forth on the hounds 10 incher. I just couldn’t wait to have the hounds fill my pussy with their cocks. I started deep throating the hounds cock and rubbing my hand furiously up and down the other hounds cock. Suddenly I felt one of the other hounds jump up on me and mount me. He started vigorously humping my Needy cunt. I felt the hounds cock find my pussy and his long cock fill my pussy up. It started sliding in and out of my hole. Surprising me I felt the cock of the hound that I had been sucking off pull out of my mouth and shoot 8 loads of cum shoot over my face and neck. I loved it! I took the cock of the hound that I had been jerking off and shoved it in my mouth next. After about 10 minutes of this happening I felt the hound cock that was inside of me explode cum deep in my womb filing me with his hot sticky cum. That hound pulled out and I soon felt another dog mount me. I did this for hours on hours enjoying every moment of it. After I had dried about all the cum out of the hounds I was covered head to toe in sticky cum. I was a Slut a sluttly slut. The dogs started pissing on me all over my body, I was trying to catch as much of it as I could inside my mouth but used my hands to rub the res over my body. After that I passed out in pleasure. I think I have proved I am a true slut.

I woke up in the morning drenched in dried piss and cum, lying in the middle of the floor naked. I got up and made my way to find the showers. For the first time I noticed that it was only me and my master in the house. After a little while of searching I came across a room that looked like it was meant to bath in. I walked in and saw my master already in one of the showers. “Ahh good morning slut. Did you sleep well on the floor covered in piss? “ She asked mockingly. I smiled and nodded my head. I turned around to turn on the shower across from her when master cut me off “Slave where is butt plug?” She asked “I must of left it in the room, I’m very sorry master” I said “I told you to always have it in and yet here you are with no butt plug up your ass. Your actions will be punished” she angrily said. I bowed my head and started cleaning the dried piss and cum off and out of my body.

This is the end of chapter 2 I really hope you all enjoy. I tried adding a little bestiality to it this chapter. Tell me what you think of me adding the bestiality. I also tried to make the chapter as long as I could without revealing to much to the storyline. Thank you for all the feed back on the first chapter.

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Sorority Sweethearts: Tri-Delta Sluts in Training

Tanya Summers was only nineteen years old, and being so, she possessed the charm and vivacity of youth that made her innocence that much more alluring. She had the quintessential Nordic blue eyes, and with her curly blond blonde hair bobbed just above her shoulders, she was the perfect little porcelain doll—albeit, a dolly with very distinctive, and very small, tan-lines. She had been a top athlete in high school: tennis, swimming, even one year of basketball, so with the routine of daily exercise and the motivation of weekly competition, over the years, she had sculpted her figure into something truly exquisite—long and lean but with enough flare at the hips and lift beneath her breasts to squash any doubt that she anything less than100% goddess. She could never decide whether it was her tits or her ass she liked best; however, both never failed to garner daily looks whenever she ventured out of the sorority and across campus—from both sexes! She’d learned to dress provocatively in high school, and now, it seemed, she had truly perfected her style to the point of an art form. Whenever she went out, she wore only enough make-up and of a certain kind, to make it look like she wasn’t wearing any—playing on her own natural femininity and youthful radiance, she preferred to enhance her seemingly natural pixieness. Her clothing, too, was designed with the utmost care to appear perfectly nonchalant. Such pieces of said clothing would cling and flutter in diaphanous layers across her breasts or be cut in such a s way as to reveal the slight slope of a hip or the taught outline of her abdomen. Seeming both regal and yet, simultaneously unaware, she’d swish and sashay her way from quad to building and back again—all the time keeping a careful accounting of the “reactions” she was getting, so that by the time she was safely ensconced her dorm room, she’d be randy as hell and be needing any kind of direct relief—usually found in the form of her “rubber friends” or her roommate, Alysin’s, friendly tongue.
At this moment Tanya was randy as goon. She had been standing naked before a large attic window on the private floor of the Tri-Delta Sorority house for the past twenty minutes, and though she knew there was little chance she could be seen from down below, she still held out hope.
As she idly gazed at the the radiant yellows, reds, and copper leaves drifting slowly to the ground and littering the walkways leading toward the spires of the gothic university towers in the distance, her eyes fell upon a lady in a white head-scarf and dark wrap-around sunglasses, Dolce Gabana, she mused. The lady had just pulled up and was now getting out of a beige, low-slung, convertible Mercedes. Tonya’s pulse quickened, and she could feel the blood begin to pound a little perceptibly in the pink folds or her ever-wet pussy. She and her roommate, Alysin, had been awaiting the arrival of Alysin’s mother, whom Alysin, over the prior three months, had lauded with every kind of scorn and criticism imaginable. Yet, here she was, or was she? Something was not quite right, or perhaps, something had changed? Tonya looked over at her roommate who lay contentedly on the leather sofa reading this month’s edition of Cosmo.
“Alysin, didn’t you say your mother drove a Mercedes?” Tonya asked.
“Yeah,” Alysin sneered. “An old clunker my dad got her in the 90’s!”
“Hmmm. Well, the one I’m looking at is a new tan 450SL convertible; and she, excuse me, IT looks like one hellava sweet ride.” Tanya smiled and licked her lips.
“Well, my little lust-driven exhibitionist, then whoever’s driving that ride ain’t my mom—remember, she’s not exactly the Gloria Vanderbilt of style, you know.” Alysin said, without looking up, being instead captivated by this month’s article on the recent rise and societal acceptability of lesbianism—not only on college campuses, but in the larger society as well.
Engrossed in the article, Alysin lay sprawled on her stomach on the dark brown leather sofa. Her pale yellow sweat pants had ridden up tightly into the crack of her ass, but she didn’t care. Her shirt, a white wife-beater, was two sizes too big for her so that it opened easily exposing the curve of her full breasts as they spilled out the sides.
“So, what’s this lil’ diva look like?” Alysin mumbled while peering over to take in her friend’s willowly, silhouetted figure in front of the window.
“Wellllll, she’s um….., gorgeous: a black leather micro-mini and a tight, white blouse; she looks like she just stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad.”
Tanya’s left hand drifted downwards until it found what it knew was there—a thick little protrusion that she circled and drummed with the pad her middle finger.
“Hmmmm, anyone woman that can do that, must be yummy.” Alysin said as she gazed longingly at the slim digit sluicing through her roommate’s baby-puss, which is what she called it since it reminded her of a little girl’s hairless slit.
Alysin’s mouth began to water. She could almost taste the tang of her roommate’s pussy on her lips. In fact, as she licked her lips, she tasted the residue of the girl-smear that had been left there only a few hours ago.
“Well, lazy bones, come see for yourself the object of my lust.” Tanya said, taking the finger out of her pussy and smearing the goo upon her lips.
Tanya’s blue eyes were filled with a dreamy-lustful wickedness as she turned back to gaze down on the woman ascending the steps.
Tanya, like Alysin, was only a freshman at Vespasia College, one of the oldest colleges in Massachusettes, and still located in an unincorporated woodland section outside of Salem. Tanya’s mother and father had died in a firery car crash when she was only six, so her paternal aunt had taken over her education. She had gone to successive all-girl boarding schools both in Europe and the US until this last year when her aunt had enrolled her at Vespasia—there had been no other considerations. Tanya had known for years she would attend her aunt’s alma mater.
Alysin pulled herself off the couch and sidled up to the window—more intent on tasting Tanya’s luscious tits than gazing at any old matron in a Mercedes. As she stood behind Tanya, Alysin’s hand slid caressingly over the soft round curve of Tanya’s ass. She loved the feel of the girl’s delicate and smooth skin—the lovely twin dimples above her perfect buttocks had received kisses too numerous to number. She had even gone so far as to kiss the pink puckered rose that lay in the valley between these nearly perfect mounds.
Tanya shuddered, feeling Alysin’s fingers dance into the crevice of her ass. She caught her breath and was momentarily distracted, but she did manage to point.
“See, I told you she was gorgeous.”
The lady had just removed her white head-scarf and was running her bejeweled fingers through her auburn-highlighted locks. She was standing on the final step of the sorority’s large, gray-stoned, Jacobean mansion.
Alysin casually looked over her friend’s shoulder down the six stores to the woman standing before the door of the sorority.
“Holy fuckin’ shit! That is my mom!”
Alysin scooted up beside Tanya to get a closer look, but the tall, long-legged brunette had already entered the lobby and had disappeared from view.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” was all Alysin could mutter for the next few minutes. She was utterly confused by her mother’s unbelievable transformation. Her thoughts were racing: What had happened to her mom? What had brought on this change, this amazing makeover, and, to boot, has her personality also changed? How could she so quickly go from ditzy to diva?
Being caught up in the whirlwind of this startling revelation, Alysin had all but forgotten Tanya, that is, until Tanya’s soft purring voice wafted through the fog of Alysin’s thoughts.
“Can I meet her?”
Tanya’s hands were softly caressing both her pussy and a tit—pulling on one, and rubbing the other. She had leaned back against the windowpane and had lifted her left leg placing her foot on the lower windowsill—exposing the pink gash between her legs. She’d never been shy. Tanya’s bald cunt was so obviously wet, and her pussy lips dangled in a lewd distended display. Since her eyes were closed, it was clear she was enjoying a truly decadent reverie.
“Tanya, stop it! that’s my fucking mom!”
“I know, I know.” Tanya whispered, “that’s what I so fucking imagining.”
“You’re sick!”
“Am I? Am I sick? Oh, my dear Alysin, you don’t know the half of it.”
Tanya pushed two fingers up into her cunt and ground her pelvis onto them rotating her hips in a lewd spectacle of self-gratification.
“My mom’s gonna be here in two minutes and all you can think about it getting your fucking cunt off?”
“Settle down, little girl. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll stop, okay?”
Tanya’s fingers slid languidly out of her snatch, but she couldn’t help but smile as she saw Alysin’s eyes take in the scene. She knew the little bitch was drunk on her dew and wanted nothing more than to lick her fingers, so, instead, Tanya did it herself. She snaked her tongue over each finger—licking the off the driblets as they clung like peach nectar to her slender fingers—and, as she did this, she looked right into her roomate’s eyes and said, “You’ve got a lot to learn, little one.”

Chapter Two: “The Birthing of a Demon-seed”

“It was never meant to last a lifetime.”
Alysin’s mother’s comment about her marriage seemed to sum it all up so nicely. After their initial meeting in the lobby of the sorority house, Alysin and her mother had gone off in the car to a local pub—a place Alysin hadn’t even known about. The place had a rather non-descript entrance down a long brick-lined walkway between two tall row houses, and the only thing to indicate that it was a restaurant at all was the wrought iron sign hanging above the door saying, Francine’s. Inside it was cool and dark and lit only by a multitude of multi-colored candles of all shapes and sizes and which combined for an intoxicating scent. Alysin liked the place, but she wondered how her mother known about it.
“So, you never really loved dad?” Alysin said while toying with her sauteed artachoke. She was a just a little incredulous at the story her mother had just spent two hours relating. How in the last year she had divorced her husband of the last twenty years, got herself in shape at a fancy gym, and was now employed at a new Advertising Agency in New York—all unbeknowst to Alysin who was safely ensconced at Vespasia. Though Alysin had only been gone less than a year, it seemed in those few months her mother had changed into someone she barely recognized.
Maggie looked up, startled by her daughter’s comment.
“Of course I loved him. How could I not? After all, I got you out of the bargain! But,” she paused as if thinking about what else she wanted to say, “there are some things that keep coming back. Some things you can’t forget.”
Maggie stirred her drink, a Manhattan, and continued. “And,” she paused took a breath and looked up to catch her daughter’s eyes. “There are things you don’t know yet.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I know.”
“Well?”
“Okay, okay, I’m just not sure how to say this to you.”
“Just say it.”
Alysin leaned across the table and took her mother’s nicely manicured hand in her own. “Can it be any more revelatory than what you’ve already told me?”
“Yes, yes it can.” Maggie’s eyes were suddenly firm. She removed her hand from her daughter’s and used to lift her drink and then quietly said, “Honey, I’m a lesbian.”
Maggie’s eyes looked off into the distance focusing on the pictures on the wall opposite. There were paintings of pink and purple orchids by Georgia O’Keefe and other less well-know artists above each table, and in the glow of the lamplight, each seemed a thing alive, vibrating in the glow of the gentle light.
Alysin was silent for a moment, and yet, it seemed to her that a final encrustation of skin that Alysin had formerly encased her mother within had now, finally and forever, fallen away. She looked over at a newly formed woman; a being that was now totally independent, happy, glowing with in new warmth, and radiating a style and confidence that Alysin envied. Alysin liked what she saw; she liked it a lot.
“I’m not surprised, Mom.” Alysin again reached over to squeeze her mother’s hand.
“You’re not?” Maggie looked up, a bit surprised.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because of you and I—even in the tough times—like the last five years—there was always something there between us as women. I don’t know. It’s hard to describe, but I’ve always felt connected to you as a woman, as your little girl.”
“Really? Even when I was such bitchy old bitty?”
“Even then!”
Each smiled and seemed to effortlessly settle into this new reality.
Alysin had begun to caress her mother’s hand, and her mother smiled.
Maggie was happy. She knew at last that she would fulfill the vows she had taken twenty-one years ago in this very town on a dark October night as a member of the Tri-Delta Sorority.
“Well,” Alysin paused, and then sat back in her chair, “I guess I’ve got a confession to make, too.” Alysin released her mother’s hand and pushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. She looked around checking to see where the other patrons were—the restaurant had only a few other diners, so there was a modicum of privacy afforded mother and daughter.
“I’ve been…well, hmmm, this is kind of hard.” She reached for her iced tea, but her mother’s hand stopped her.
“I know.”
“Know what?” Alysin was caught off-guard. What did her mother mean that she knew?
“It was obvious dear. So, so obvious!” Maggie laughed and her eyes danced in the knowledge.
“Wait a minute. What do you ‘think’ you know?”
“Only a lesbian knows how another lesbian looks at a woman.”
Alysin’s mouth dropped open, and if she’d had a mirror in front of her face she would’ve seen her own reaction—a dead give-away that her mother was right. However, she wasn’t quite ready to give in, so she added in an accusatory and skeptical tone, “What do you mean?”
“Tonya’s eyes were eating me up as soon as I entered your room. So, I could only imagine that the two of you have been, well, how shall we say, enjoying the fruits of each other’s feminine charms.” Maggie smile’s was contagious.
Alysin looked away, and then she couldn’t help it; she broke into a grin and said, “Wow! You are too frickin’ good mom!”
“That’s what they say!” Maggie picked up her drink and said, “Well, here’s to two new lezzies—mother and daughter!”
Alysin’s face was aglow. She liked her “new” mom a lot more than the one she’d had for the last five or so years. The new one seemed more alive, vibrant, and connected—not as driven as the old one, and less concerned with what “others’ thought. Her “new” mom seemed daring—even a bit provocative—the perfume, the deep flaunting of her cleavage—even the perfection of her manicure—each seemed a statement that Alysin could read.
Alysin picked up her glass. She looked at her mother, and each seemed to know what the other was thinking—they shared a devilish grin as they quite contentedly clinked their glasses.
“Cheers.”
“This is unbelievable, mom.” Alysin shook her head thinking she had entered some crazy dream.
“I know. I sometimes feel the same way, but I’m afraid there’s something else I need to tell you.”
Alysin’s ears perked up, “really, what?”
“Well, dear, there’s something else you don’t know about me, or at least I didn’t tell you the whole truth about my past.”
Alysin sat there hoping and praying that this new “revelation” wouldn’t somehow destroy the new “mom” she had discovered in the past few hours. “What is it, mom?”
“Hmmmmm, I guess I can just say it. I’m not a graduate of the Hollis University in Amherst.”
“You’re not?” Alysin had seen the Diploma; she’d heard the stories, and her mom had attended those reunions every five years or so.
“No, I’m not. I’m really a graduate of…Vespasia.”
“Really? So, why not just say so?”
“Honey, it was all so complicated after I met your father. I really did love him, and I guess, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t believe he’d understand.”
“Understand what?”
Maggie took some time to think about her next words. Here is where it would get complicated. “Alysin, I’m a Tri-Delta, too.”
“So?”
“You haven’t been initiated yet, so you probably don’t know the full implications of your joining this sorority.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I mean, well, yes, I do…..and, well, I’ve been asked to be present during the initiation ceremony tomorrow—I’m one of the officials.”
“Wait a minute! You are going to officiate the secret ceremonies?”
“Yes, I am. I renewed my vows last year and though when I left the Sorority to marry your father I was only an apprentice, I have now attained the third stage of development.”
“Third stage? What does that mean, this is weird and confusing.”
“I know. It will become clearer in time—that is, if you wish to continue.”
“Continue in what?” Alysin’s voice took on a tone of exasperation.
“As you know, the Sorority is in a very large Jacobean mansion and there are lots of rooms you’ve never been allowed to enter, right?
“Yeah.” Alysin reached across to her mother’s drink, took it, and lifted to her lips. Her mother smiled—she didn’t mind in the least.
“Well, there’s a reason for that.”
“This is freaky, mom.”
“No, no honey; please don’t be freaked out—at least not yet.” Maggie tried to smile to lighten the tension, but Alysin’s gaze was intense and did not waver.
“Honey, there are levels within levels—-in the sorority. Many of the girls will never know this, some will suspect it but won’t be invited, but others will be allowed to enter, will be asked to enter—you are one of those people.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Tri-Delta Sorority is a special sorority. Though it has a purpose and function in the world that all know and acknowledge, there is another side that only the initiated are aware of and participate in.”
“Well, I must say, it sounds interesting.”
“Does it?” Maggie could feel her pulse quicken. So, she asked, “Why?”
“I don’t know.” Alysin sat back in her chair. “I guess I’ve always liked secrets—especially dark secrets!” She flashed a wicked grin at her mom who smiled in recognition of the look.
“Well, it is dark and it must be kept secret—that is its power, but it also will make demands.”
“Like what?”
“That’s why we’re here. I can’t tell you exactly, yet, but I must find something out—-about you.” Maggie looked across at her daughter. The girl had her eyes, and Maggie detected there a desire to know, really know what this was all about.
“I must find out how obedient you can be,” Maggie said quite forthrightly—and without looking away.
“Obedient?” Alysin felt a quiver of excitement pulse through her sex.
“Yes, obedient.” Maggie added for emphasis.
Alysin was quiet for almost thirty seconds—not looking at her mother—and then, in almost a whisper, she said, “okay.”
“Good.” Maggie’s tone suddenly seemed deeper and more authoritative. She also looked over her daughter’s head and seemed to be saying something to someone else. “I want to show you something. Let’s go to the ladies room—I will have to partially undress to show it to you.”
Both women got up and walked across the dining room to the far side where a narrow hallway led to the ladies room. Alsyin was quiet—walking behind her mother. As they entered, Alysin realized they weren’t going to be alone. In the room were two other women—two women that were about her mother’s age—mid 40’s, maybe younger. One was blonde, tall, and very slim—almost skinny, whereas the other was a brunette, curvy, and though not short, not statuesque like the blonde.
“Honey, this is Abagail.” The blonde nodded toward her. “And this is Stephanie.” Her mother’s head leaned in the lady’s direction. She smiled.
“Nice to meet you,” Alysin said, extending her hand in a kind of formal introduction.
“You can call me Abby; it’s much nicer.”
Both women, the younger and older, smiled easily as they gazed at each other.
“Now, Alysin,” Maggie added, “I want to show you something.” Maggie leaned up against the low-lit charcoal colored vanity and closed her eyes, and, as she did so, she seemed to fall into a trance of pure bliss. She nodded her head, and as she did, Abagail walked over to her. Abagail reached out with both hands and began to caress Maggie’s breasts—casually at first with a gentle finger-tip tracings, however, she soon began to kneed them quite roughly, massaging the large orbs and pulling—even though the thin material, Maggie’s now suddenly stiff nipples. Next, Abagail’s hands began to unbutton the white blouse that Maggie had on. Maggie’s eyelids fluttered, as if she were hypnotized while Alysin’s eyes remained transfixed on the scene before her—her mother was going to let her watch these two women fuck her! Alysin couldn’t help it—-her panties were getting very wet, and her cooch, very itchy.
Alysin felt someone behind her, but before she could turn around, she felt Stephanie’s strong arms encircle her—holding her tight, and then she heard Stephanie whisper slowly and in a sing-song little voice, “Hey little girlie, yo momma’s a nasty fuck slut….and,” Stephanie seemed to snicker, “and, she wants her little girl to know it. Yo momma’s got problems, big problems!” Here Alysin felt Stephanie’s arms relax and instead of wrapping around her, the woman’s hands rested on her arms, and then began to slide around to her front—to her own braless breasts that received the woman’s hands in complete submission.
“Hmmmmmm, like mother, like daughter.” Stephanie said.
Maggie had opened her eyes and could see over the head of the blonde woman who was now gorging herself on Maggie’s rubbery nipples. Maggie could see Stephanie, another mother of a daughter in the Tri-Delta sorority, now openly feeling up he daughter, and she moaned, but still said, “Wait, come here, Stephanie, let her make up her own mind.”
“Hmmmm, party-pooper!f” Stephanie said as she released Alysin’s thoroughly aroused tits. Stephanie swayed as she walked to where Maggie was now sitting on the vanity. Stephanie got to her knees and began to lick Maggie’s crotch over her thin black slacks.
“Hmmmmm, this bitch as no panties on!” Stephanie exclaimed. “I taste her pussy right through her pants.”
Maggie’s hands cupped the back of Stephanie’s head, “yeah, you filthy bitch, lick my fuckin’ slit.” Maggie’s hips thrust forward.
Then, Maggie looked up at her daughter and said, “You like this, little bitch, do you like lezzie sluts?” Maggie felt Stephanie pulling her pants over her hips
Alsyin didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t take her eyes off her beautiful mother, and now, suddenly, her beautifully depraved mother. Alysin wanted to touch herself—her hand was literally inching lower and lower.
“Go ahead—I know you wanna” Maggie kicked her pumps off—each clattered to the floor. “C’mon, let your mommy see her little girl’s sweet fuzzy peach.” She smiled wickedly as she felt Stephanie slide her slacks all the way off and then push her thighs widely apart—as she did so, Stephanie looked back at Alysin.
“You like?” She said. “This is your hole, kid.” At that Stephanie spread her mother’s outer labia to expose her mother’s inner rose—the petals were perfectly formed—thick, pink, and rich in dew—her mother was very, very wet—-like mother, like daughter Alysin thought.
Stephanie then leaned in and began to lick her mother’s pussy. She dug her tongue through the grooves alongside each extended lip—all Alsyin could do was groan, and without too much thought, she slipped her thumbs into the drawstring of her sweats and drew them down.
“Hmmmmmmm” was all her mom could say as she watched her beautful daughter’s soaked panties come into full view. Alysin’s sweat pants lay in a puddle at her feet but the finger of her left hand was now busily frigging the hard nub that was visibly protruding from her panties.
“Ohhhh Shit!” Maggie’s eyes were glued to her daughter’s downy triangle. She had noticed what seemed to be a an oversized clit beneath the thin fabric and it was causing her own large clit to poke it’s slippery head out of pink sheath.
“You like” Stephanie took Maggie’s clit between her forefinger and thumb and turned to look at Alysin. She held the nubbin in plain view for Alysin to see. Maggie felt as if she might faint, but just then, Abigail had opened her own blouse and freed her big tits, sticking their beautful lusciousness in Maggie’s face and commanded, “suck ‘em bitch!” Maggie looked at her daughter—who returned her look and then watched intently as her mother began to slather her spittle all over the huge tits and sucking the rock-hard nipples as if she were a little baby.
“Damn!” Alysin said as her hand now dipped inside her panties and began grooving on the wet line between her legs. “This is fuckin’ hot.” She tossed her hair out of her eyes—which, by the way, were now radiantly alive in the crystal lust that shone diamond-like in the smoky depths of her hazel eyes.
“Go ahead little girl,” Abigail added, sensing that Alysin was close to the edge, “drop those panties.”
Alysin did as she was told by the older lady. She slowly slid the cream colored thong off her hips—watching intently the gaze of all three woman watching her—maybe she’d be the “show,” she thought. When the panties joined her sweats, laying crumpled on the floor, Abigail said, “now turn around and show us that little ass.”
Once again, Alysin complied. She turned around, exposing her boyish buttocks—so small, almost childlike, yet dainty and feminine to the lascivious gaze of these there middle-aged sluts whose pussies were undoubtedly creaming at the sight of such loveliness.
“Oh my god…..I wanna get my tongue in there!” Stephanie said emphatically.
Alysin then did something unexpected—she pulled her tight little cheeks apart—exposing the dark, humid crevice of her ass and the dark little star at the center.
“Yes!” She heard her mother say, and when she turned around she saw that Stephanie had tilted her mother up onto the small of her back, exposing her mother’s own nether hole and that Stephanie was now lapping at her puckered hole like a dog in heat. However, Maggie’s eyes were still fixed on her daughter—still glued to her ass, to her asshole.
“Put it in.” she heard her mother whisper. Again, “put it in.”
Alysin understood. Keeping her back to her audience, she took her middle finger on her right hand and slipped it into her mouth—wetting it in nasty fucking display of sluttiness, and then she slowly circled her asshole, taking stabs at the hole with the pad of her finger…teasing eveyone watching.
“In.” Once again, so quite she could barely hear it, but she knew it was what her mother wanted, and she would obey.
She felt her sphincter give way to the slim digit. It hurt a little, but the pain soon subsided as she began to slide it slowly up her back channel. She liked the feeling—the nasty slutty feeling of being so exposed, so subservient to the whims and carnal desires of these older ladies. She knew she was going down; she would do just about anything these women wanted.
“lick it, little one.” She shuddered at the command. She had dreamt of this on sleepless nights in her bed when Tonya had been out getting snockered with some other bimbo, but she had never done it. Now she would. She pulled the digit out of her ass. It was covered in butt slime, spittle, and the run-off of her pussy juices—and all of it, every single bit of it, was hers. She looked at the ladies—fearfully at first, but then she relaxed and slid the acrid tasting digit between her soft caressing lips. It wasn’t nearly as bad as she had expected. Yes, it was strong and pungent, but in a way that just made her hungry for more.
“Oh dear, that’s nice.” Abigail had dropped her own pants and panties and was now visibly buggering her own asshole with two long and emaculately manicured fingers. She rammed them in her ass and watched as Alysin spread her ass-juice all over her lips.
“It seems the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” Maggie said to no one in particular but all the while not taking her eyes off her daughter’s dirty popsicle. “But, we’re not done yet.”
Alysin hardly heard what her mother had said, so intent was she in the discovery of this new erogenous zone—her lovely ass—but when she opened her eyes, she saw that now everyone was completely naked—-mom, Abigail and Stephanie and each of the ladies was standing beside her mom, caressing her inner thighs while playing with her distended nipples.
“Honey, we in here for a reason.”
“We are?” Alysin answered but seemed to hear herself as if she were in a dream and not really present in the room.
“Yes, we are. Momma’s gotta pee, so do these nice ladies.We all gotta pee, honey.”
Alysin’s eyes opened wide. She had not thought of this. For some reason sucking her own dirty digit was not so bad, but, but, drinking piss, really? Is that what they want? Alysin was suddenly frightened.
“Honey,” Alysin heard her mother and turned to look at her. She saw Abigail and Stephanie go down on their knees in front of her mother. Each woman looked at Alysin, each other, and then waited. And then, then her mother with a little spurt began to let go a long hot stream of piss through the air. It arced highly at first—exploding out of her mother’s engorged slit, but quickly each lady stuck her tongue into the stream causing it to spray outward and cover their cheeks and lips.
Alysin couldn’t believe these women enjoyed drinking her mother’s piss. She watched in awe as they shared all the hot liquid on their cheeks and chin and greedily lapped up golden residue. And, for a second, Alysin couldn’t help herself—she smelled the urine, and the stench of it began to work its magic. She felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter. She began to be curious—-if they liked it, if they could do it, maybe….so could she?
Just then her mother said, “Hmmmmmm, you’ll love it little slut. Now take off those shoes; Iwant you naked like the rest of us.” Alysin slipped off her flip-flops and stepped out of the tangle of clothes at her feet. She also slipped off the t-shirt she’d only put on a few hours ago when she first saw her mother coming up the steps to the sorority.
“That’s better,” Maggie said. “Now you look like the tiny little lezzie butt-slut Iknow you are.”
“Mommy, “ Alysin whined. She seemed to relish descending into the submissive and needy child role, “am I a butt-slut?” Her hands were back again on her ass—digging at her hole now with two fingers.
“Of course, my love—caress that ass, and watch mommy very, very closely.”
Maggie’s waifish frame slid off the counter and crouched on her haunches. The other two ladies stood up beside Maggie whose face was now even with each lady’s pulsing crotch. Alysin couldn’t take her eyes off her mom. She saw her reach around both ladies backsides and run her fingers through the crack of each lady’s ass, and then her delicately framed mother took her tongue and swiped t the buds at the top of each lady’s slit—causing each lady to swivel her hips and moan in ecstasy. Then, what Alysin had begun to hope to see, happened. Each lady began to dribble a little—each cunt begun to leak and then spew forth a torrent of hot piss, and her mom was in the center of the spray. Her face was receiving the full blast of both women as they let loose. Her mom was actually drinking their hot piss—drinking it like some whore on a bathroom floor. Her mother’s make-up was now smeared and the urine had cascaded down over both breasts, tummy, and dripped off own cunt between her legs. There was a pool of urine on the floor under her mother.
“Honey, you wanna taste?”
Alysin’s head was swimming. She seemed almost unconscious, but she heard herself say, “uh-huh.”
Maggie stood up, her body glistening with the hot juice of each lady’s cunt spilled all over her. She walked over to her daughter, who stood with her head down, not looking her mother, her mistress, in the eyes.
“Will you do what I tell you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I will do what you tell me.” Alysin looked up at her mother in complete submission and adoration.
“Good.” Maggie bent her head lower and took her daughter’s head tenderly in her hands and placed her own salt-encrusted lips on her daughters, and then whispered, “kiss me.”
Alysin’s raised her lips until she touched her mother’s. She tasted the hot salty and slightly rancid liquid still clinging to those full lips. She couldn’t’ help it when her tongue made a little foray into her mother’s mouth—she had tasted a little, but she wanted more.
Her mother pulled back, “You like?”
Alysin nodded.
“More?” her mother queried.
Alysin found her voice, “Yes.” She said excitedly and opened her mouth to accept her mother’s tongue. She reached up and laid her arms over her mom’s shoulders and accepted that tongue that had just been lapping up the piss-juice of two pussies—two stranger pussies she hadn’t even seen until 20 minutes ago! Her mother’s tongue was delicious—a nasty thing that knew no bound and no limits. Alysin relished her new freedom and the taste of decadence—so powerful and erotic. She opened her eyes two different sets of hands caressing her tiny ass. She giggled.
“Mommy, I think your friends like me ass!” Stephanie and Abigail’s fingers were dancing over her tight curves and digging, too, into her wet crack—a crack that didn’t mind at all being spread wider and wider.
“Oh yes, we love little asses.” Maggie caressed her daughter’s wet face—kissing her lips again and again. Alysin could only moan as her tongue took long lascivious swipes at her mother’s own darting member.
“We? Who’s we?” Alysin dreamily asked.
“Hmmmm, I’m sooooooooo glad you asked.” Maggie tilted her daughter’s chin up and looked her in the eyes—the glaze of lust was there, a carnal desire she knew had always been there, but now was going to fully bloom under her tutelage. She smiled at Alysin and the girl tried to kiss her, but instead, Maggie pulled back. She put a delicate hand on her daughter’s dainty shoulder and applied an ever-so-slight pressure, forcing her downward. “Let me show you the answer to your question.”
“Hmmmm, mommy,” Alysin’s hands glided down her mother’s side, while her lips grazed neck, nipple, abdomen, and finally, when she rested on her knees, she came face to face with her mother’s gaping cunt. It was a thing of beauty. The rose-hued lips were large and distended—and each hung down a good half inch from the slit. The hole, too, was copious and juicy, almost as if some big fuckin’ porn dick had just plunged in and out of her pussy with the full force of a rutting bull—but it hadn’t been porn dick—it’d been lezzie strap-ons that her mother had been taking and taking and taking over the past twelve months—getting ready for her “new” life.
“Oh mommy,” Alysin had opened her pretty brown eyes and now was staring at the loveliest thing she’d ever seen. There, in front her face—almost touching her nose, was a fat, rubbery, pink clit the size of Alysin’s little finger poking its head out of a slicksome hood. Like the lips, it, too, stuck out a good half inch and was just aching to be kissed and licked.
“Mommy, your clit is so big—-bigger than mine!” Alysin looked up at her mother and smiled. She felt her mother’s fingers running through her hair.
“That’s not what I wanted to show you, dear.” She cooed seductively.
“No?” Alysin muttered, staring all the while at the clit that still fascinated her.
“Here.” Maggie moved Alysin’s head a little higher so she was now right on her mom’s bikini line, and then she saw it—the symbol, though different, somehow. There was the sorority triangle—the Tri-Delta tattooed to her mother. Though, actually, there were really four triangles; three in one—all pointing down, whereas the one in the center was pointing up. However, her mother’s triangle was black—all black, except for the central triangle. It was red, and in the middle of it was one black letter, an “M”.
“See, Alysin,” Maggie turned her daughter’s head toward the crotches of the other two woman. Each was now standing facing the young girl, and each had the same tattoo—a red triangle pointing upward inside a black triangle pointing downward—toward the slit, and each with a black M in the center.
“We are mistresses, Alysin. We are the elect, the chosen. We have always existed—secretly in each state, each county, in every place all around the world. This is our sign,” Maggie gently rubbed the tattoo but also touched her clit—still throbbing for attention, “and, if you desire to join us, it might be your sign, too, one day. Though, you will have to prove yourself; you will be tested, and you must learn to submit. I can tell you it will not be easy, but, if you succeed, the reward is rich.” With that, Alysin lifted her face to her mother and looked deeply into her eyes.
“Can you serve your mistresses—wherever they are and do whatever they want?”
Alysin’s face was rapturous, “Yes,” she said, feeling her nipples grow hard and her own cunt begin to tighten into a knot of desire. Alysin lifted her hands and began to caress the soft vulvas of both Stephanie and Abigail—running tiny fingers through very sloppy folds. She then licked her fingers, and looked hungrily at the hole she’d come through only eighteen years ago—-so pink and luscious. She leaned in and took her mother’s pink knob between her lips—fluttering it with her tongue. She felt her mother shudder and shake, and she was happy. Her whole face: cheeks, lips, and chin were now coated with her mother’s pussy slime. Alysin smiled and smeared the goo over her lips.
“Mommy.”
“Yes, my little one.”
“When I’m a whore, will my cunt taste as good as yours?” Alysin was looking up at each of the ladies, sliding dripblets of her mother’s fuck sauce into her small wet mouth.
Each of the three mistresses smiled broadly, looked at each other, and then answered as one, “Yes, yes it will.”
“Goodie, cuz, now, I’m really thirsty.” Alysin never took her eyes off their cunts—she was riveted to the gaping wide, red, wet, floppy lips, and how she knew that each thick clit was a ferocious little animal that, if answered, turned them all into the terribly beautiful fuck-sluts they now were.
Alysin gazed longingly at her mother’s bald cunt and saw a little dribble of hot piss clinging to her mother’s pouty pussy lips—she slowly leaned in and licked up each small drop—all the while, savoring the flavor of her newest perversion. However, it wasn’t enough; she wasn’t sure there would never be enough, but she knew what she wanted. Her lust had taken over—she had only one desire, to go further, to taste it all—everything! Each lady heard the cry of Alysin’s need. On her knees, she begged them by uttering only one word.
“More.”
And each mistress complied.

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The story of Sarah and Elena’s first night together. I might consider making it a series, if enough people like it.

Sarah never quite knew how to begin conversations. At 5’9” with 36DD tits and brunette hair she never really had to be great at them, many men, unfortunately, would start them for her. This is why she often found herself stumbling on her words while at bars. Finally deciding to stop giving a fuck she approached the young women with black hair and an ass to die for. Nervously speaking she said “Did you sit in some sugar, because that ass is sweet?”

Laughing, the young woman replied “Wow, you suck at this, but that’s okay I’m not too great at this either.”

“So I’m Sarah…” Sarah replied, blushing slightly.

“Well nice to meet you, Sarah. I’m Elena by the way.” she replied.

“Cool. Wait, no, why the fuck did I say that. Sorry…” Sarah stumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. Hey have you been drinking lemonade because everything you say is sweet?” Elena teased.

“God, look at us; a bunch of fucking comedians,” Sarah laughed.

“We’ve got the comedian part down, but not the fucking, yet,” Elena said.

“So do you want to get out of here and head back to my place?” Sarah nervously asked.

“Not so quick Speedy Gonzalez, let me get another round before I agree to anything like that,” Elena replied.

So for the rest of the night Elena and Sarah joked around making one bad joke after the other until both of their glasses went dry. When that happened Elena and Sarah headed to Sarah’s house. Before reaching the front door the two women became entangled in each other’s arms. Passionately kissing the duo reached Sarah’s bedroom. Without speaking Elena grasped Sarah’s shirt and lifted over her head. Elena began to massage Sarah’s tit’s through her bra.

Sarah was taken over by the bliss this red head was able to give through the simple act of massaging her tits. However, her bliss came to an abrupt end when Elena began to unclasp Sarah’s bra. Sarah then felt Elena’s hot mouth around her nipple. Feeling this made Sarah begin to moan and squirm. Anticipating what was going on, Elena slipped her hand into Sarah’s panties and slowly slipped a finger into the brunette’s hot pussy.

“Oh God, you fucking slut. Fuck my pussy you god damn whore.” Sarah screamed as her body began to shake with an orgasm.

“Holy fuck, you’re good.” Sarah said sheepishly, coming down off of cloud nine.
“I love when you talk dirty to me,” Elena said.

“Is that right, Bitch? Well take off your fucking clothes, now.” Sarah barked at Elena.

Without saying a word Elena began to strip her clothes and stood seductively over Sarah.

“God give me that fucking ass, Slut” Sarah commanded Elena.

Elena then layed down on Sarah’s bed and turned around so her ass was in the right position for Sarah. After a moment of repositioning Elena felt Sarah’s hot breath on her asshole.

“Please, not there.” Elena begged knowing what was coming

“Shut the fuck up, Slut. You’re my god damn whore and you’re going to like my wet tongue in your fucking asshole.” Sarah said, with her face inches from Elena’s’ asshole.

Both knowing she was powerless to stop this and the urge to have her asshole licked Elena remained motionless. She soon felt Sarah’s tongue on her asshole. At first Sarah slowly circled Elena’s asshole, but quickly pushed her tongue past Elena’s rosebud. This made Elena begin to moan like the whore she is.

“Oh God, that feels good. Don’t stop.” Elena moaned into the pillow.

With renewed vigor Sarah began to really get into Elena’s asshole. Like a dog getting a drink for the first time, she thirstily lapped away at Elena’s hot ass. Feeling Elena’s moans of pleasure become more intense Sarah started to massage Elena’s pussy. The young red head was not ready for this and soon began to moan quicker and quicker.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!” Elena screamed as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

With Elena bucking and squirming Sarah had to hold onto her ass like a vise. Giving no quarter Sarah ate out Elena’s asshole until she was certain that Elena was finished coming.

“Holy fuck, you loved that slut.” Sarah said.

“I can’t believe it, but I did.” Elena replied, out of breath.

Sarah moved up to Elena and started to kiss the young red head’s neck. Wanting more Elena turned around and kissed Sarah softly on the lips. Elena could taste her ass on Sarah’s lips. Enjoying the taste she continued to kiss Sarah. The two lesbians became lost in each other’s lips and after cuddling for a long while the pair fell asleep.

The next morning when Sarah woke up she was sad to see that Elena had left. However, she soon found a note on her fridge with Elena’s number and the message that read: “Your slut wants more. -Elena.” Sarah couldn’t wait to taste more of the red head’s nasty asshole.
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Hey guys this is my first story. Please leave some feedback in the comments. I’d love to know what you thought about it, where’d you like the story to go, and how I wrote in general. I’m always looking for tips and ways to improve. Please just constructive criticism only, no one likes a dick.Thanks for reading.

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We have just entertained Peter and Janet for dinner at our condo and both of us have been flirting with them since they arrived.

They are both rumoured to be bi-sexual, as are my man and I definitely are and we have been planning to seduce both of them.

.They are a very attractive couple, with what appears to be all over sun tans. Peter is blond, tall and slim while Janet exudes sex appeal. A slim, tallish brunette wearing a short above the knee skirt with a slit up one side and a silk blouse showing lots of cleavage, obviously without a bra as I note her erect nipples, set off by stiletto heels.

I love being sexually pleasured by a third person around once a month, a man preferably but I am very comfortable with a woman, so perhaps tonight sexual pleasure from a man and a woman?

“Did you know we post stories about our sexual adventures on a website. The number of hits we receive and the approval percentages are our scorecard,” Roger teases.

“They also provide ideas for new experiences for us.”

“When was the last time you two had sex,” Janet asks as we finish our desert and sip coffee.

“Should I tell them Sarah?” Roger asks.

“Why not?” I smile back, looking forward to the reaction we might receive from our guests.

“Two nights ago and it was magic,” my man Roger smiles.

“Want to tell us about it, I would love to hear,” Janet smirks.

“We shaved each other’s pubic area, then had a shower together. As we dried each other off I knelt in front of Sarah and licked her cunt lips while I teased her nipples with my fingertips.

“Sarah is multi-orgasmic and she told me, ‘Three orgasms with your tongue then I will suck your thick eight-inch cock’.”

Roger has the full attention of our dinner guests by now as he continues.

“Sarah is very good at oral sex and had me rock hard as she expertly licked and sucked my big cock.

“After five minutes she could sense I was getting close so she told me, ‘Fuck me now, right now’ so I did.”

Listening to Roger and the reaction he was getting from our dinner guests was making me horny.

“Excuse us for a moment,” Roger says as he takes my hand.

A few minutes later man Roger and I reappear in very short black silk dressing gowns, though I have a pair of stiletto heels and a fresh dose of perfume

“Watch and enjoy,” I tease as we walk in and we both let our gowns fall open, the exhibitionist in me thriving on the attention from a male and a female combined with the sexual tension

“Wow, you have my full attention,” they both gasp in unison.

I love to flaunt my naked body in a situation such as this, as does Roger and I am pleased to see Peter ogling Roger’s semi-erection.

“You are hung and thick Roger, very thick, and love the way you shave Sarah,” Janet smiles as she takes in our bodies as Roger turns me around and slides my gown off.

“Show them your gorgeous ass baby and tease your nipples for them.

“Watch and enjoy,” Roger tells them as he kneels behind me and kisses my ass cheeks in turn as he parts my legs, teases my thighs with his fingertips (wonderful foreplay), then puts his arm between them and teases my cunt lips with a fingertip.

I am enjoying being a sex object and an exhibitionist as I repeat for them, “Watch and enjoy.”

“He is much bigger than you Peter, much bigger,” Janet murmurs as she comes over to me and tongue kisses me.

“I have wanted to have you all night Sarah,” she smiles as she kisses and licks my very erect nipples, a lovely sensation while Roger is kissing my ass cheeks and teasing my cunt lips with his finger.

“And I think my man wants your man, he can’t keep his eyes off his huge cock,” Janet moans as she slides out of her silk blouse exposing a very impressive pair of tits with erect nipples.

“Take my skirt off for me Peter, no knickers, I took them off half an hour ago.

We have lots of wall mirrors and I am pleased to see Roger now has a full on erection.

“Eight inches and thick isn’t he,” I tease as Peter ogles his cock.

“Like what you see Peter?” Roger asks as he stands up and lets his gown slip off his shoulders, then poses with his hands on his hips, his erection pointing upwards.

“Like my all over suntan? Sarah has one as well,” Roger smiles as he teases his nipples and flaunts his erection, then stands with his hands on his ass as he arches his hips forward to showcase his erection.

“I love another man blowing me while Sarah watches, and she wants to watch you do it Peter,” Roger smiles as he teases his roaring erection with his fingertips.

“I think Sarah wants your lady to lick her while she watches you blow me. Sarah loves her cunt being licked and teased by both sexes,” Roger teases as he stands close so Peter can touch his erection.

“Like that?” Roger asks as both of our dinner guests watch fascinated as he holds their gaze and slowly slides his black cock ring all the way up his erection, then clips it under his balls.

Without saying a word Peter turns his chair sideways and takes his shirt off, he has a very good body I note, then slides his hands all over Roger’s body, then his ass.

“I have heard lots of good thing about you Peter, show Sarah and I if they are true,” Roger almost taunts as Peter licks his nipples then licks his way down his torso until he kisses his erection.

“Wow, love having my nipples licked, love it.

“You have my absolute complete attention now,” Roger gasps and smiles as Peter slides his fingertips along the full length of his erection, then licks the underside of it, then his balls, then all of his erection.

I always get a special tingle when I see another man take my man’s erection into his mouth and this time is very special while his lady is expertly licking my cunt lips as she kneels in front of me as I sit in a chair with my feet on her shoulders, as I watch her man slide his lips over the tip of my man’s erection, then take half its length in his mouth while he lightly scratches his balls.

“I wish you could see what your man is doing to my man, he is very impressive, very,” I whisper to Janet.

“Tell me about it then.”

“He is feasting on my man’s eight-inch, very thick erection, and my man is enjoying it very much while he watches you pleasuring me.

“And I am enjoying it very much.

“Have you had a man that big before Peter, eight-inches and very thick? Tell me later, your mouth is full right now,” I tease, very turned on watching another man blowing my man.

“Your man is taking off the rest of his clothes now.

“And now he is sucking my man’s erection while he strokes his.

“Can I have him later, I want to blow his huge cock as well,” Janet asks as I orgasm for the third time.

“Watch this with me, this really is something,” I tell Janet a few minutes later as Roger is breathing very heavily and making guttural noises. He has his hands on Peter’s shoulders as he thrusts his roaring erection into Peters eager mouth in a fucking motion while he feasts his eyes on two women pleasuring each other.

“Wow, your man is magnificent, when can I have him?” Janet moans as she teases her long hard nipples.

“I am watching and enjoying baby, your pleasure is my pleasure,” I whisper very turned on watching my man being pleasured by another man as he is close to cumming.

Janet and I both watch in awe as Peter uses two hands to scratch Rogers ass, leaving marks, then digs his nails in, while he is licking just the tip of his cock. Roger moaning, “Harder, do it harder, so good, so fucking good, so fucking good, watch me cum, watch me cum,” as he teases the tip of his cock with his fingers, then shoots all over Peter’s chest.

Ten minutes later Peter and Roger are both freshly showered and Peter is licking my nipples while his lady is licking Roger’s nipples as she teases his cock with her fingers.

“Your cock is magnificent, I want to blow it while your lady and my man watch,” she says as Roger has almost a full erection again.

“Lick my nipples for me, then I will start on you.”

“Love you licking my nipples, watch and enjoy Sarah,” she smiles at me.

“If you thought my man was good, wait until I have you. I taught him his blow job technique,” Janet smiles as I notice for the first time she has two studs in her tongue as she licks my man’s nipples then licks her way down to his cock, then licks around the base of his cock.

“Are you ready for me big boy? Are you really hard for me?” she smirks as she takes the tip of his cock in her mouth, then takes almost the full length of his erection in her mouth.

“Is that different for you? What can you feel?”

“That is magic, absolutely fucking magic, never had that before,” Roger moans as Janet lets his cock out of her mouth, then flashes the two studs on her tongue,

“Now you know why, glad you like it,” she smiles as she does it again, then manouvers so she can work on the left side of his roaring erection, then the right side.

“I think you liked my man licking your nipples. Would you like it again when you are really close?” Janet teases as she lets Roger’s cock slip out of her mouth.

“What if he licked your nipples then kissed your lady’s ass while you watched when you were really, really close, would you like that?” Janet teases white she has my man on the edge as she teases his erection with her tongue.

“Yes I would, now right now,” he moans.

“So good having my nipples kicked while your lady is sucking my cock, so good.

“Now I want to watch you kiss Sarah’s ass for me,” he groans obviously on the very edge.

“Watch and enjoy baby,” I smile as I savor the moment, very much enjoying another man kissing, licking and enjoying my ass while I watch and enjoy his partner sucking my man’s roaring erection to the brink of orgasm.

“So good, so fucking good, watch and enjoy baby,” Roger almost screams as he shudders and Janet swallows his load with aplomb.

On the way out Janet whispered to me, “Next Thursday afternoon, just you and I if you are free. We could have magical lesbian sex.”

“Why not, look forward to it, very much,” I smiled back as we kissed goodnight.

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Angela has to fight the intoxicating lusts of the jinn. If she fails to dominate Saniyya, Angela will forever be trapped in the lamp.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter Eight: Passion’s Illusion
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Knight-Errant Angela – The Lamp

My tongue passed the honey-covered date back and forth to Saniyya, the dusky-skinned and citrine-eyed jinn. The flavor of the date sent a heady rush through me, fogging my brain, making me relax as she lifted my arms to her bed’s posts where golden manacles lay.

I was in her lamp. I entered it to…to…

The date tasted so sweet. Her lush body writhed atop mine, her breasts soft, her nipples hard and caressing mine. She undulated, tribbing our clits together, sparking such delight through my body. I moaned, surrendering to the hedonistic pleasure.

…my queen…

Memory of Sophia bound on a bed, writhing, her small breasts jiggling, brown hair framing her innocent face appeared for a moment through the haze of my thoughts. Restrained, squirming, submissive. To me. My slave. I…I…

Saniyya pressed the date into my mouth. Just the touch of it on my tongue sent numbing bliss shooting through me. I moaned, our lips moving together, kissing her as she inched my hand closer and closer to the manacles.

That was bad. Right?

The lamp’s interior was a small room, walls covered in frescoes of mostly men bound by gold manacles to walls, to beds, all with worshipful expressions on their faces. Submissive. They had submitted to…to…

The date tasted amazing.

Cold gold brushed my wrist.

…My Queen is so strong…

…so dominant…

Dominant… I was here to…to…

Saniyya’s tongue moved the date around inside my mouth. Everywhere it touched—my gums, my inner cheeks, my tongue, the roof of my mouth—numbed with bliss. It was potent, euphoric. My pussy still itched from the dates shoved inside of it. My blood boiled. Her kiss was so sweet. So much promise. She wanted me to…to…

Surrender.

Like Sophia.

Who was trapped.

The thought knifed through lust’s mist covering my thoughts. The fog billowed, gusting before the remembrance of why I was here. Sophia and Xandra were taken by the efreet Riad. They were in the Mirage Gardens. I had to dominated Saniyya. And I couldn’t do that if she manacled me to the bed.

Cold touched my wrists. Saniyya purred in delight, her citrine eyes flashing.

I jerked my arms away. She wasn’t expecting it. Her grasp was light. She used her innocence and hospitality to lure me into the lusts churned by her dates, to distract me from the purpose of why I was here.

To dominate her.

Saniyya broke our kiss, breaking away. “What is wrong, Angela? Why do you resist the delights I offer?”

I licked my lips and put my hands on her. I pushed her off of me. She didn’t resist, rolling onto her side, her body stretching out on the bed. I stood up, stretching, my pussy burning with desire. But I had to be in control here. Not her.

“Is something the matter?” Saniyya asked. Her legs spread. Her pussy, stuffed with honey dates, beckoned. A few of the brown delights peeked out her labia. “Would you like more dates? I have seasoned them with my honey.” She laughed. “They are such a delight.”

“I’m just bored,” I sighed, walking away, staring at the walls. “All you have to offer are dates and wine. It seems so poor.”

“Poor?” she gasped. “Name what delights you want? I will conjure them for you. You can feast on oranges, on coconut milk. I will give you amazing delights. Let me feed you. Let me please you. Return to the bed, and you will have all the pleasures you could want.”

“Your bed is uncomfortable,” I told her. “Why don’t you change it? Instead of silk sheets, how about linen? More like home.”

“Done,” she said, blinking her eyes. Mist rippled out from her, engulfed the bed, and it changed, the silk sheets vanishing replaced by plain linen. “See. Just like home. Return to the bed. Enjoy my delights.”

The commands were lace. Soft, almost requests, but never inflected as an order. It was so seductive, so easy to fall into her trap.

“I changed my mind.” I leaned against her mosaic. “Come here and feed me delights.”

“What sort of delights?” she asked as she rose from the bed, her breasts jiggling. She stretched her back as she strolled to me, her body moving with such grace.

Heat boiled out of my pussy. I took a deep breath, fighting it off. I was in control here now. Not her. She stopped before me, dark hair falling about her face. She cocked her head to the side, a smile playing on her lips.

I reached out, shoving my hand between her thighs and plunged my fingers into her pussy. She shuddered as I plucked a date and pulled it out. I held it up, covered in her juices, glistening in the soft light permeating the lamp.

“A good choice,” she purred. “Eat.”

There was that command. She had to learn I gave the orders. I brought the date down to my pussy. I rubbed it on my lips, shuddering, clamping my thighs about my hand as I let out a wanton moan. And pretended to shove it into my cunt.

Instead, I palmed it as I moved my hand away. I held my arms over my head as I rubbed my ass against the mosaic tiles. Saniyya licked her lips, staring at my pussy. Excitement gleamed in her citrine eye.

She knew the effect the dates had. They were covered in an aphrodisiac. Something subtle. Enough to make it hard to think. To remember my purpose. Make me compliant. Easy to manipulate. To let her have her victory.

“I want you to fall to your knees, lick the date out of my cunt, and then bring it to my lips,” I purred. “I shoved it in there deep. So you’ll have to work your tongue to fetch it.”

“That’s the treat you want?” Saniyya asked.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “A date coated in both our honey and fed from your sweet mouth. Why, that would be ecstatic, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, it would.”

“So kneel and eat,” I purred, using the soft command.

Saniyya knelt. I kept my hands over my head, resisting the urge to seize her hair and yank her into my pussy. I need them over my head. I had an idea. I shuddered as her hands stroked down my belly to my thighs. Her fingernails scratched as she pushed my legs apart. Her citrine eyes locked on my shaved pussy.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Eat me. Lick my pussy and find the date.” Slut. I held back on that word. Not yet.

She purred as she leaned in. She inhaled my musk, letting out a soft sigh as her fingernails scratched again. And then her tongue licked up my inner thigh, reaching towards my pussy and gathering my juices which dribbled out of my excited depths. Her tongue rose higher. I let out a moan as she brushed the edges of my vulva. Her tongue licked around my slit, teasing me, pleasing me.

I moaned, undulating my hips, savoring the texture of the mosaics sliding against my ass as her tongue found my slit. I gasped, her tongue sliding through my plump vulva and caressing my folds before brushing my clit. I bucked at the surge of pleasure. She giggled and licked again.

“Is this what you want?” she asked.

“Oh, yes. Eat me. Devour me and find that date.”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Yes, what?” I asked.

“Yes, sexy.” She giggled again and then probed her tongue into my pussy hole.

I groaned as her tongue swirled through my sheath, questing for the date. Her fingers parted my labia, letting her dig in deeper while her nose rubbed on my clit. My fingers clenched and my arms shifted over my head.

And brushed golden manacles dangling from the ceiling.

I moaned again, undulating my hips as she explored and nuzzled. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper, reaching to its limits, aching to find the date. Her thumbs stroked up and down my labia as she kept them pulled apart, her eyes locked on my large breasts heaving before me.

“That’s it. Find the date, you slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, yes, you’re just so eager to please me. To give me what I want.”

The jinn purred. Saniyya’s tongue flicked and swirled through me. She moaned, her head moving from side to side as she nuzzled me. Her nose brushed my clit. Pleasure trembled through me. My nipples ached, begging for attention as I rubbed my ass and back against the tiled wall.

I loved the feel of the individuals mosaic tiles on my ass and back. The sensations rubbing across my skin sent wonderful delight through me. My neck arched, my eyes lifting up, staring at the golden manacles. They were open, waiting for a pair of wrists to be locked in them.

I brushed them again as my arms moved. Her eyes flashed up at me, eager anticipation in them as she probed and searched for the date. I groaned again. Her tongue was amazing. My pussy, heated by the earlier dates, clenched and relaxed. The pressure built in me.

“So good, whore. Mmm, yes, make me cum. I want you to drink down every last drop of my pleasure.”

She pulled her lips away. “I can’t find the date, though.”

“Then you need to keep looking, slut.” I shuddered as her thumbs stroked my labia up to my clit. “You wanted to give me delights. Find the date. Now.”

“Is it even in there?”

“Are you calling me a liar, whore?” My left hand, not holding the date, shot down and seized her dark hair. I yanked her face into my cunt. “Now lick. Find it. Eat me. Make me cum, whore.”

She moaned as I ground my pussy against her face. She tried to pull her head away, but I held her in place. My clit brushed her nose and lips. Her tongue licked out, caressing my folds. Submission. She was bending to my will, wanting to please me. To give me what I wanted so she could dominate me. Her submission wasn’t real.

Yet.

Her tongue thrust into my cunt, searching in vain for the date. Her tongue fucked my cunt, sending flutters through me. I tightened my hand in her hair. She didn’t fight any longer. She busied herself in questing for the date.

In eating my pussy.

“Oh, yes, you naughty whore,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s it. That’s how you eat cunt, slut. Oh, ram that tongue in me. Yes, yes, yes. You sexy, submissive jinn.”

Her eyes flashed up to me, but she didn’t stop probing. She knew I was dominating her. I groaned, her tongue caressing the inner walls of my pussy. The pleasure trembled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I came on the jinn’s hungry mouth.

My pussy convulsed. Juices flooded her mouth. She swallowed them, drinking my passion like a good slut. I moaned, my tits heaving as the pleasure reached my mind. The wonderful joy of a slut’s submission. I ground on her as my body twitched and spasmed.

“Yes,” I growled. “Oh, yes, that’s how you please your mistress.”

Her head jerked violently away from my cunt. “Mistress?” she hissed, her face smeared with juices. “You’re not my—”

I acted. My hand jerked her up by the hair as I twisted my body away from the wall. I shoved her against it, pressing against her. My hands shot out, seizing her wrists as she gasped in shock. I yanked them up to the gold manacles. I didn’t move slow like she had. I wasn’t patiently drawing her into the trap. I moved fast. Hard. I slammed both her wrists into the gold manacles and closed them about her.

They sealed with magic.

“I am your mistress, slut,” I purred into her ear as I rubbed my body into her back. Her ass was so shapely and round, rubbing against my crotch. “I own you now.”

“You don’t own me,” she sneered. “I am Riad’s. No mortal has ever tamed me.”

“I bet no mortal has ever manacled you.” I licked her ear. “You were so good. You lured me in with your submissive act. It was perfect. You had me off-balanced, and before I even knew what was happening, you drugged me.

“Wonderful. But unlike those other mortals who tried to tame you, I have dominated a woman. I have my own sex slave, and your master took her from me. So you are going to submit. You are going to open the way to the Mirage Garden for me and my friends.”

“So you can get the piece of the High King’s sword?” asked Saniyya.

“Las’s foul cum, how do you know that?”

“I know everything about you, Angela,” purred Saniyya. “From your pathetic crush on Lady Delilah, to Kevin, the knight you love.”

“I don’t love him.”

“You forgot about him, there’s a difference.” Saniyya undulated her hips. “But you still love him. That will never change.”

“If I loved him, I never would have given up my memories of him,” I hissed. I stepped back and cracked my hand on her ass. The smack echoed through the room, the handprint red and bright.

She laughed. “Oh, you are a fool. You gave up your soulmate for the prophecy. How pathetic is that? You could have been happy with him.”

“Liar!”

Crack!

“Spanking my ass won’t change the truth.” She wiggled her hips. “You can spank me until I bleed, but it won’t change reality.”

I drew back my hand and…

Stopped.

She wanted me to spank her. She wanted me to lose control. A dominant controlled her submissive. She was not controlled by the submissive. I took a deep breath. I had lost control. Again. I frowned at the jinn. She had a smile on her lips.

“And, I suppose, you can restore the great love of my life.”

“Well, you get a wish. It doesn’t have to be to go to the mirage garden. I can restore Kevin to you.”

“But I don’t want him back. I want Sophia.”

“Your lesbian acolyte? Sworn to Saphique? Well, she won’t be for much longer. If my Lord and Husband hasn’t already rammed his cock into her, he will. She’ll be his whore. She’ll forget all about you and Saphique. She’ll live and die in the Mirage Garden, her every thought bent on pleasuring him.”

“Like your every thought.”

Saniyya shuddered. “Yes. He bent me to his will.”

“Shame you’ll never see him again,” I said, heading to the bed. I sat down on it.

“I will.”

“How? You’re manacled to the wall. Like all those people in your mosaics. How long before you’re one of them? Before you’re trapped in here forever?”

“You’re trapped in here, too?” Saniyya said. “I just have to wait you out.”

“I thought you knew everything about me,” I laughed. I reached out to the silver bowl containing the dates on her bed. I grabbed one and popped it into my mouth. I shuddered at the sensual delight rushing through me. “I already have my exit worked out with my companions.”

“No, you don’t.” Her eyes narrowed.

“You know my companions. You know what they are capable of. Faoril is almost a master mage. Are you saying she doesn’t know the magics to break in here and set me free?”

Saniyya frowned. “I…I don’t know. She isn’t in here. I can’t…” Her face frowned. “You believe she can.”

“I know she can,” I said, popping another date into my mouth. “So I just have to wait for her to rescue me. And then you’ll be stuck in here forever.”

“You won’t get Sophia back if you do this.”

“I won’t get her back if I let you dominate me and trap me in here.” I took another date. I shuddered as I bit into it. “Mmm, these are delicious. Thank you for making them.”

She yanked on the manacles, her dark hair flying, her shapely ass shaking back and forth. This was how you dominated. You had to be in control. A dominant wasn’t someone that overpowered a person physically. It wasn’t someone who raged and shouted and inflicted pain. No, a dominant projected power. Calm, authoritative power.

And the submissive responds to dominance with surrender.

“You can’t leave me like this,” she said. “You have to free me.”

“Why should I free you?” I paused, rolling a sticky date between my fingers. “Unless you call me Mistress.”

She shook her head. “Riad is my Lord and Husband.”

“Pity. I guess he’s losing out on one of his jinn. His harem’s a little smaller.” I popped the date into my mouth and let out an orgasmic shudder. I fell back on the bed, arms outstretched over my head as I stared at the top of the lamp. “I wonder how long Faoril will wait before acting?”

“You really believe she can break in here?”

“I have no doubts. She is skilled. Intelligent. Smartest woman I have ever met.” I licked the honey off my fingers. “I just have to lie here, relax, and wait for her to rescue me.”

Saniyya swallowed. She pressed her cheeks against the wall, eyes closed, thinking. I breathed in and out, slow, relaxed. I studied her, the way she trembled. The way the chains rattled. Her ass shook back and forth as she warred within herself.

I had already won. I just had to wait for her to realize it.

I could almost see the ideas flash through her mind. The various scenarios she imagined and then discarded. With each one, her hope died and her anxiety rose. How long would Faoril wait to rescue me? I believed she would. She was considering how right now.

And with her skill, she would save me.

Every heartbeat brought Saniyya closer to surrender. She glanced at me, and I gave her a mocking smile. I arched an eyebrow, letting her know how unconcerned I was. She chewed on her lower lip. Then her hands yanked hard on the manacles.

“How did you know they would hold me?”

“Educated guess,” I shrugged. “Aren’t there always a weakness for magical beings in the stories? Some way to overpower them, usually using their own magics against them. I assumed the manacles only open for the dominant who chained the submissive.”

“You’re not my dominant,” she hissed, defiance in her eyes.

“No, I guess not.” I shrugged. “Well, it shouldn’t be long now. It was nice meeting you, Saniyya. And thanks for the dates.” I grabbed one more and popped it into my mouth. “They are orgasmic.”

She let out a frustrated groan. She smacked her forehead into the wall, eyes closed. Then, in a whispered voice, she said, “Release me, Mistress.”

“Hmm?” I asked sitting up.

“Release me…Mistress,” she said, her voice strained.

“And what do I get by releasing you?”

“I will take you to the Mirage Gardens to get what you desire,” she answered.

“And my friends.”

“Yes, I will take you all,” she agreed. “Mistress. Please, release me, Mistress, and let me serve you.”

I felt it as she said those words. The lamp hummed with the power of her submission. She had surrendered to me. She had given up on being freed any other way. I smiled, standing up and walking to her.

“See, doesn’t that feel nice to submit to me?” I purred, cupping her chin.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I kissed her on the lips as I reached up and freed her from the manacles.

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Xandra – The Mirage Garden

The silk felt wonderful beneath my back and rear as I undulated on the bed beside Sophia. My feet slid across it as I stretched out my legs then retracted them, shuddering at the glide of silk against my soles. I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I drifted on such wonderful, lusty desires.

My entire body trembled with need. The wonderful Yasmine and Zaina had prepared my body, anointed me with scented unguents and adorned me with sensual perfumes. They painted my face, transforming my innocences into wanton beauty. My pussy burned, aching to be filled. My fingers ran up and down my thighs, fingernails scratching, the wonderful sensations rippling through my flesh.

A man appeared. His flesh crimson. I gasped, blinking my lush eyelashes in shock, fearing another man to see my naked body. I was a married woman. Only my husband should see me. Only Chaun and—

The man was Chaun. I somehow didn’t notice. But between blinks of my eye, he became clear. His pure-black skin, far darker than Yasmine’s ebony flesh, glistened with perfumed oils. His cock stood erect from his forest of silvery pubic hair. His smile, so roguish and wicked, graced his lips as his violet eyes stared at us.

“My husband,” I cooed.

“Lord and husband,” he corrected, his smile growing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I answered. “My Lord and Husband. Look at him, Sophia.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, pierced tongue licking her ruby lips. She was beautiful, too, anointed and glistening. I reached out, touching her side as she masturbated herself. “Oh, yes. This feels so wrong, but…”

“You want to please me,” Chaun said.

“Yes.” Sophia shuddered again.

“Then please me.”

Sophia’s head snapped to her right to look at me. Her green eyes were lidded with passion. Then she lunged over and kissed me. I moaned, her tongue piercing rubbing on the roof of my mouth as our bodies turned, small breasts pressing together. She hugged me, hands seizing my ass, pulling me close into her embrace.

Our bodies rubbed and undulated together. I felt our Lord and Husband’s approval as he watched us. It made me so happy to please Chaun. I shuddered, undulating my hips, my nipples brushing Sophia’s.

“Such beautiful wives,” Chaun said.

Wives… That wasn’t right. Luben allowed only one husband. One wife.

But Sophia tasted so wonderful. The cosmetics painted on her lips tasted so sweet. Blood rushed through my veins. I didn’t fight it as she rolled me onto my back, settling atop me. My hands stroked her sides, sliding down to her ass. I squeezed it, pulling her against me. Her belly piercing rubbed on my stomach as she ground her clit into mine.

Such wonderful pleasure sparked through me. That was all that mattered. Pleasing Chaun and enjoying my body. I didn’t need to think about Luben and his vows. Only pleasure. Sensual, beautiful, wicked pleasure.

My tongue dueled with Sophia’s, her piercing exciting. Her hands slid up my side, cupping my breasts as she lay atop me. Her ass clenched and relaxed beneath my hands as she ground her clit against mine.

She broke the kiss, resting her forehead on mine, nuzzling our noses together. “Oh, I love tribbing a sexy woman. Mmm, feel our clits kiss? Isn’t it the best?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Especially with our Lord and Husband watching.”

“Lord…” Sophia blinked her eyes. “Husband…? That can’t….be…”

“Just writhe,” I moaned. “Don’t think. Grind our clits together.”

Her smile grew. “Oh, you are a wicked one, Xandra.”

We kissed again, hot and passionate. My fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass as the pleasure built inside of me. We humped and undulated faster and harder. The pleasure built between us as we pressed our flesh together. Hot and sensual. Our clits ached and throbbed.

The unguents rubbed into my skin warmed my flesh. My blood pumped hot, bringing the fire to my pussy. It burned. I trembled, bucking up into her clit, moaning into our kiss. My cunt clenched as the pleasure smoldered and crackled.

Sophia shuddered atop me. Her hips ground hard, rubbing her clit against mine. Pleasure surged through my body as her juices flooded across my pussy. She trembled about me, kissing me so hard, her eyes squeezed shut.

She broke the kiss, moaned, “Oh, yes. Saphique’s sweet snatch. Yes, yes, yes. You are so wonderful, Xandra.”

“So are you,” I sang, my voice trilling. Sophia’s trembling body ground her clit in slow circles on mine. My toes curled. “Oh, Luben’s sacred vows. I…I…”

I came.

I caught a glimpse of Chaun’s violet eyes. He was closer to the bed, watching us writhe in sapphic pleasure for him. My pussy spasmed as the heat exploded through my body. Warm ripples that made me tremble. My nipples ached and throbbed as they kissed Sophia’s. She spasmed atop me then slumped, her eyes fluttering.

“So good,” I moaned, biting my lip. I stared at Chaun as he moved to the bed. He stroked his dick. “Are you ready for me, my Lord and Husband?”

“I am,” he said.

Sophia rolled off of me, a huge smile on her face. “Fuck her, Riad,” she moaned.

“He’s Chaun,” I giggled as my husband touched my knee.

His hand felt larger and rougher than I remember. I stared at it, blinking. No, it was Chaun’s hand. Midnight-black, nails neatly trimmed. He slid his hand up my leg, sliding into my inner thigh as he moved over me, his cock so hard for me.

“Take me, my Lord and Husband,” I moaned.

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Minx – The Halani Desert

“What is taking so long?” Chaun asked, pacing, his lyre clutched in his hand. He held it with a desperate grip, his face twisted by worry for his wife. He didn’t look like the type to lose his heart for a woman; they lost their hearts to him.

And yet love-sick fear covered his face.

I opened my mouth to say something when smoke poured out of the brass lamp lying on the sand. A moment later, Angela appeared, dressed in her armor, a dusky, naked woman kneeling beside her, hair dark-brown, eyes the color of citrines. So yellow.

“You did it,” Faoril breathed, standing up and brushing sand off her red robes.

“I did,” Angela nodded, a smile on her lips. “And it was all thanks to you, Faoril.”

The mage blinked. “I…I don’t follow.”

“Well, I knew you would try to free me and it convinced Saniyya to be my slave.” Angela’s hand petted the kneeling woman’s hair. “Right, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the woman answered, her voice breathy. It reminded me of Sophia moaning, “My Queen.”

“How was I supposed to save you?” Faoril asked, her brows furrowing.

“With your magic,” the knight answered, blue eyes flashing.

Thrak laugh boomed through the night. “She had no way to save you.”

“Yes, I have no theoretical framework to enter an extradimensional space. I can only conjure from one.”

Angela blinked. “Oh, well, I assumed you could. And that worked.”

“She can take us into the Mirage Garden?” Xera asked, her ears twitching. I smiled at the excitement in my elvish companion’s face, the specs of gold dotting four-leaf clover tucked behind her ear reflecting starlight.

I wondered where Siona was? I hope the fairy made it home.

I hopped to my feet, dusting sand off my knees. “Well, let’s go get the High King’s sword piece.”

“And rescue Xandra,” Chaun said.

Angela glanced down at the jinn. “You know my will, slave. Fulfill it.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The jinn closed her citrine eyes. Smoke poured off of her like she sweated mist. It roiled along the sand then rose in the air before us. It turned into a curtain which parted to reveal a lush garden, green plants growing beside small ponds, paths meandering. Songbirds sang sweet melodies, their colorful bodies flashing as they flew from perch to perch in the canopies delicate trees. Flowers bloomed, a riot of colors.

“Beautiful,” Xera whispered.

I whistled, blinking. “Shall we?”

Angela nodded her head. She yanked the jinn to her feet and led the way. Thrak and Faoril fell in, with Chaun rushing past them, his eagerness obvious. I smiled at Xera and arched an eyebrow at her. She smiled back.

A flutter rippled through me. We walked across the sands, leaving the cool, desert night air behind and stepping into…

…a room full of treasure. Not the beautiful, lush garden I had witnessed, but a strongroom filled with riches to beggar the mind. I gaped, whirling around. It held more wealth the the Great Vault of Raratha. Statues of gold, cast in the shapes of comely women and handsome youths stood among huge gems carved into prancing unicorns or soaring griffins. Stacks upon stacks of gold coins and bullion. Silver goblets. Crystal plates. Alabaster mirrors.

I reached out, scooping up a handful of gold coins. There was a multitude of them, from nations all across the world. Some were ancient, no longer in circulation, with images of strange men or monsters upon them, words written in script I couldn’t read.

I shoved the coins into my pockets. I wish I had something to carry more in. The wealth of entire nations was in here, and I could only take a fraction of it with me.

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Thrak – The Mirage Gardens

I stepped through the ethereal curtain and froze. It was still night, but I stood in the waist-high grass of the tundra. I ran my hands through the stalks, frowning as I looked around. I was alone upon a hill. The chill of fear ran across my—

“No, no, please,” screamed a woman.

The voice was heartbreakingly familiar.

I whirled and froze. A group of orcs, tall and swarthy, wearing the pelts of wolves, ripped off the clothing of a pale-skinned human. Her pierced face twisted in fear. Their swarthy hands squeezed her round breasts.

“No, no. Please, you don’t want to do this. My husband will—”

“Do nothing, human-whore,” growled one. “The Red Eye are weak. But we are strong. They hide from the Ghost Wolves like reindeer, racing in fear before us.”

My wife, Serisia, screamed again as she was thrown to the grass. This was how she died. She never told me about it. Her spirit had always held back, but I knew the Ghost Wolves had stolen her, raped her, and mutilated her body. I found her broken body in their lands.

I killed so many of them that night.

And now they were raping her again.

The orcs laughed as they ripped off their kilts, their dicks thrusting long and hard before them, weapons to violate my wife. She screamed again as the first leaned down to mount her. My greataxe was in my hand. The rage surged through me.

I bellowed and let the berserker fury take over.

My vision dimmed red as I hurtled my greataxe. It was not a weapon designed to be thrown, but the rage fueled my strength. It hissed as it flew through the air. The crescent blade struck the orc mounting my wife in the head, throwing him to the ground.

“I am Thrak of the Red Eye,” my rage bellowed as I rushed the still living orcs weaponless.

No, my hands were my weapons.

They turned to face me. Weapons appeared in their hands. Not the graceful, Valyan steel my ax was forged of, but swords and axes made of cheap metal, blades pitted and rusted by age and use. They spread out, laughing, mocking me, their cocks still hard.

The first one lunged at me. I seized his wrist and gave a contemptuous twist, breaking bone. He bellowed in rage as my hand reached down, seized his cock, and ripped it from his body. His howls cut off as I shoved his severed dick into his mouth, choking him with it.

A sword hissed, slicing at me. I pivoted, throwing the castrated orc into the weapon’s path. The sword cut deep and caught in his spine. I threw the dying, choking orc to the ground, disarming the sword from the second’s hand with a brutal blow to his forearm.

His eyes widened in fear. His woolly hair, gathered in snake-like braids, shook as my hands seized his neck. My thumbs tore into his throat, ripping open his esophagus. Blood spurted, hot and wonderful.

“I am Thrak of the Red Eye,” I bellowed again. “You think I cower before you.”

I heaved the dying orc into the third as I pivoted and charged a Ghost Wolf holding an ax. He trembled, his cock going flaccid. He faced a true orc. Behind me, a woman shouted as I slammed my hands against the side of the scared orc’s face.

His skull cracked beneath my rage’s fury. He fell thrashing to the ground. I turned, bellowed, and killed. I ripped, I maimed. My rage swelled through me. I threw the last dead orc to the ground, my head snapping around searching for something else to kill.

My eyes fell on the woman, pale and wriggling on the ground. She said something, but I couldn’t hear her. A part of me shouted warning, pleading, struggling to take back control, but the rage wouldn’t let it. It had to be fed, glutted.

I advanced on the woman. How she would scream as I…

Her legs parted. Her hands rubbed at a wet, pierced cunt before sliding up her belly, leaving a trail of juices that glistened in the moonlight. She pinched her pierced nipples, pulling on the bone shoved through the pink nubs.

Her moans were wanton.

My cock hardened. Lust and rage warred for control.

Lust always won.

I was on her, thrusting my dick into her pussy. She was so wet, so hot. She squealed beneath me, fingernails clawing at my chest as I rammed my cock all the way into her. She took my dick with ease. Her thighs locked about my hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me,” moaned Saoria. “Ram your huge cock into my cunt. Oh, yes, you are an orc. My husband is the orc. Yes, yes, yes, fuck me.”

Every thrust of my cock sent waves of bliss through me. The rage died more and more as my balls smacked into her taint. The woman, my wife, writhed beneath me. I came back to myself as I loomed over her. Her tits bounced beneath the force of my thrusts. Her pussy clenched and relaxed.

So hot. So silky. So wet.

Lust burned in her brown eyes. She looked so delicate and small beneath me. But she wasn’t. She may be human, but she was as tough as any orc woman. And she was alive. I had her back. They didn’t kill her. I saved her.

“Saoria,” I moaned, the pressure in my balls building as my cock slid over and over through her hot flesh. “My Saoria.”

“My mighty orc,” she moaned. “Oh, damn, yes. Oh, fuck. Ram that cock in me. Spill your seed in me. I knew you would save me.”

“Always,” I growled.

My eyes squeezed shut. Such bliss to be in her again. She wasn’t gone. I leaned down, her arms wrapping about me. She undulated beneath me, pierced nipples rubbing on my chest, her lips kissing at my collarbone.

Her pussy convulsed. She shuddered and moaned beneath me. I savored the writhe of her orgasming cunt on my dick. Her depths massaged my cock. Such sweet bliss rippled down my shaft. Consuming me. My back arched. I grunted. My hands tore at the grass.

“Serisia,” I howled.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Cum in me, Thrak. My husband. Please.”

My balls tightened. My dick slammed into her depths. I growled through clenched teeth as the first explosion of bliss erupted from my cock. Hard, powerful spurts. I spasmed. I sucked in mighty breaths. Such sweet rapture.

It gushed out of me. I shuddered on my wife. Her pussy massaged my dick, squeezing out every drop. I hugged her trembling body then rolled onto my back, carrying her with me. I held her light form as she rested on my chest, stroking her hair.

My wife. I had her back. She didn’t die.

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Warlock Faoril

I blinked, staring at the ten-pointed, magical circle blazing before me, holding back the writhing mass of the eldritch horror. Its tentacles battered at the circle, struggling to break free. I blinked, shaking my head.

This wasn’t the Mirage Garden. It was the Island.

I cast my gaze about, spotting the black-robed Master Mages critiquing me on the test to join their ranks. How was I here? I glanced back at the abomination I had summoned. It hit at the circle, but didn’t break through. This wasn’t how it happened. I lost control of it when my magic ran out, the lemure’s cum improperly preserved. It had fucked me hard before the master mages rescued me.

And failed me.

It was like I had another chance. But…

….yummy flesh…

…fuck…

…enjoy…

I shook my head. This wasn’t real. Something had conjured an illusion. “A mirage,” I whispered, stepping back. This was the moment of my great mistake. Where everything had gone wrong. If I had prepared my preservations spells right, then the lemure’s cum wouldn’t have gone bad. It would have been strong enough to contain the beast. I would have attained the black robes and…

Never met Angela. Thrak.

“This won’t work,” I said as I looked around. “I know this is fake.”

“Why do you just stand there?” Master Mage Evolia asked, concern on her motherly face.

I rolled my eyes. “I am not an idiot. I know I am in the Mirage Gardens.”

A derisive laugh echoed from the beautiful, haughty face of Master Mage Laorlia. “Always so confident, Faoril. Always think you are in control.”

I rolled my eyes. “The magic circle isn’t even draining my powers. Because it’s not real. If it was, I would have to fight to keep the eldritch horror contained. And I don’t have to. Because, again, it’s not real.”

I reached into my vest and pulled out a vial of Thrak’s cum. “I have to swallow this to even have magic.” I downed it. The power reserves flooded through me. “See.”

“You have to keep it at bay,” shouted Lord-Mage Alorian, his gray hair peeking out of his hood. “Journeyman Mage Faoril, concentrate. If you want to be a master—”

His words cut off as I engulfed the illusion in fire. He wavered for a moment and then vanished. The other master mages recoiled in horror, shouting accusations. I rolled my eyes. How stupid did Riad think I was? Who could be fooled by such obvious lies?

My magic flowed out of me. I struck at all the master mages, throwing back some with wind, swallowing another with earth, wrapping a third in water. Fire crackled through air. I sent it at the eldritch horror, watching it and my magic circle billow away. The illusions melted before my power, revealing swaths of the garden we witness through the veil.

I shook my head, my magic rippling out of me and—

Thrak bellowed in pain. He fell smoking out of the fire burning the edge of the Island. He crashed onto the smoldering plants of the garden, shuddering, swaths of his red-brown flesh cooked and charred. His screams of pain knifed through my body.

My heart clenched. My eyes widened. The world spun about me as he fell to the ground and went still, smoke curling from his cooked body. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Memories of Thrak thrown back by my magic in Baraconia struck me. My knees buckled, I collapsed onto the garden path. I should have thought before sending out my power. My companions were still with me. Nearby, concealed by illusions.

And I let my magic burn wild. I killed him.

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Knight-Errant Angela

A plinth stood before me. It rose at the center of a plain room, the floor made of marble tiles, the walls gray, undressed stone. On the plinth rested a black, velvet pillow. Upon it lay the bottom third of the high king sword. One end was the tang, the slender length of metal which would insert into the crossguard and handle. The other end was jagged and would mate to the middle portion of blade in my pouch.

“Why did you bring me here?” I blinked.

“This is what you desired to find in the Mirage Garden,” Saniyya purred. “Just like we agreed upon.”

“No, you said you would take me to Sophia.”

“No, I said what you desired.” She touched the pillow. “Here it is. The next piece of the High King’s Sword you need. Only one more to go, and then you can reforge the sword and slay the dragon.”

My hand trembled as I reached out and touched the blade. It hummed with traces of power. I had felt the same in the other pieces. Even now, they vibrated in the pouch hanging off my sword belt, responding to the next piece. I stroked the adamantium metal.

It was real.

“Behind you is the way out of the Garden,” Saniyya said. “Your wish is completed, Angela. May you have happy days ahead.”

I turned around as I slipped the piece of the sword into my pouch. Beside Saniyya, I was alone. None of my companions were with me. I stared through the curtain to the desert sands. I could see their footprints with mine, walking up to the entrance and ending.

“What about my friends?” I asked, snapping my gaze back to Saniyya. “Where are they?”

“In the Mirage Gardens,” she answered. “Just like you wished. I brought them along.”

“And why are we separated. Where are they?”

“I told you.” She smiled. “Here. Forever.”

“What?”

“Only one invitation was sent, Angela. One lamp. One jinn. Only you can leave with what you desired. My Lord and Husband gives you the sword in exchange for Sophia and Xandra.”

“And my friends?”

“Are trespassers. They will be punished.”

Anger surged in me. “No. This isn’t what we agreed.”

“This is exactly what we agreed,” Saniyya laughed, her citrine eyes mocking. “You didn’t ask about the way out. You didn’t ensure your friends could escape. Leave, Angela, or you can spend eternity trapped in here with them.”

I reached out to seize her as she stepped back. She wavered like heat dancing upon the dunes and was gone. I was alone in the room. The only way out shimmered behind me. My heart beat faster. I rushed to the stone walls, pressing on them.

Solid.

“No,” I shouted, banging my fists on them. “No, no, no. This isn’t what we agreed upon!”

The only answer was my voice echoing through the room.

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Xerathalasia

“Wow, your forest is beautiful,” Minx purred as she bent over to smell a flower adorning a blackberry bush.

I blinked in shock. We stood in the Deorc Forest. Tall trees grew around us, their canopy spreading across the sky. Beams of sunlight penetrated the woods, glowing in the twilight. The wind rustled the branches, mixing with the song of thrushes, orioles, sparrows, jays, finches, and more. My ears twitched as I breathed in the fresh scent of loam and life.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Minx smiled, stretching. She was naked, her small body curved with a woman’s beauty. Her breasts small but round, her legs sleek, her pussy wet. I could smell the scent of her lavender juices.

“This is impossible,” I said, cocking my head.

“That I would enjoy the forest?” Minx laughed. “Of course I would. Just because it’s not the city doesn’t change how wonderful it is. How happy it makes me that you’re sharing it with me.” She moved to me, stroking her hands up my thighs until she grasped my cock.

My cock.

It throbbed in her tightrope. I frowned. I wasn’t in heat. She licked the tip and flutters of pleasure rippled through me. But they weren’t quite right, the pleasure…off in ways I couldn’t quite describe. My toes curled into the soil. It felt cool, damp. Like loam should.

But not the loam of the Deorc forest. The songbirds tweets were off by a fraction of a note. The smells weren’t right. Not even Minx’s tongue was quite real. None of it was. All an illusion. I closed my eyes, ignoring what I could see, and concentrated on my other senses.

Faoril’s voice whispered on the wind. Not her true words, but the sound of her magic. I could hear it. She was casting spells. The ground trembled beneath my feet, a slight vibration, as she worked her magic. I turned, pulling my cock from Minx’s mouth.

“Hey,” she gasped.

“Quiet,” I snarled. “you are not real.”

I focused on Faoril’s voice and walked in her direction.

And smacked into a wall. A solid wall. Not a tree trunk. Not a rock, but an artificial wall. My head throbbed where my forehead hit it. I reached out, touching it, sliding my hands over it. The wall was real. The forest was not.

I walked, my hand sliding along it, and searched for my friends.

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Chaun

Three women, dusky-skinned like the jinn Angela had dominated, knelt before me in a room strewn with pillows. Their eyes were each a different shade of gemstone—ruby, sapphire, and emerald. They were naked and lush and so inviting. Each shone with the same white aura, the image of their husband and lover dancing in their thoughts:

An efreet, skin the color of crimson, as big and tall as Thrak.

The women reach out, unlacing my britches, pulling them down as I drink in the room. Heady scents filled the air. Bewitching aromas. My cock hardened in an instant. My concern for Xandra waivered against the touch of their hands stroking my cock. I set down my lyre on the floor and pulled off my shirt as they removed my trousers and shoes, their hand skilled.

“What a mighty cock for us to please,” the sapphire-eyed jinn groaned. “Oh, yes such a gift for us to play with.”

“Yes, indeed, Fawziya,” groaned the ruby-eyed jinn.

“A pleasure,” the emerald-eyed jinn nodded then leaned forward and licked the tip.

I closed my eyes, mastering my lusts. They thought to seduce a changeling? They were skilled. Their fingers’ touch left fire across my skin. Her tongue swirled about the crown as the ruby-eyed nuzzled at my three balls.

I was even more skilled at seduction.

The appearance of Riad was clear in my mind. I let my body relax into it. I swelled, growing taller, my shoulders broadening. My thin, lanky body grew muscular and strong. The black rippled from my skin, replaced by crimson. I stood over them, knowledge flooding my mind.

“What are you doing, Nida?” I asked the jinn licking my cock.

She blinked. “My Lord?”

“My Lord… what are you doing here?” Fawziya asked, blinking her sapphire eyes.

“I thought you were…the interloper,” frowned Zaina. Her ruby eyes flicked up my body. I sensed confusion in them. This deception wouldn’t work in any other place since I transformed before them. But this was the mirage garden.

A place of deception. I sensed that their master played tricks on them all the time. I fixed a typical Riad expression on my face, strong and stern. Zaina shivered, dropped her eyes, and bowed her head in submission.

“What game are we playing today, my Lord and Husband?” asked Fawziya. “Does it involve your new wives?”

New wives. My heart quickened. Xandra. “It does,” I proclaimed. “Stand and lead me to them.”

“Don’t you know where they are?” frowned Nida. She licked the tip of my cock again, tasting the precum. Everything about me changed when I transformed, even the flavor of my seed.

“Of course. But we’re playing a game.” I snagged my lyre. “Lead me by the cock, my wives. I am eager to play with Xandra and Sophia.”

“Yes, my Lord and Husband,” the three purred.

“We love to play games,” nodded Fawziya.

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Sophia

“Yes, yes, mount your wife,” I moaned, my fingers dancing through my thighs as Riad lowered his large body across Xandra’s form. His cock was hard and red.

I should be disgusted by the sight, but I was eager to see him ram his dick into Xandra. The avian’s pale body trembled, her soft-blue hair spilling about the pillows. Her breasts rose and fell as she stroked Riad’s muscular body.

“Yes, yes, take me, my Lord and Husband,” sang Xandra as his cock nudged at the folds of her pussy.

I shoved two fingers into the depths of my wet cunt, eager for my turn. I moaned, lust pounding through my body. My clit throbbed beneath the heel of my hand. I licked my lips, watching the tip of Riad’s red cock press at her folds.

He thrust, burying his cock into Xandra. The avian squealed, her eyes squeezing shut as she shuddered in delight. Her Lord and Husband claimed her cunt. I groaned, my pussy clenching on my fingers.

And came as I watched.

To be continued…

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first time experience with horny girls

I remember staying over Katies at her house,

She was single and a friend of a friend.
Id been out having a few drinks but was still fairly sober.

I thought she was beautiful, she had sexy eyes and they would turn me on when she looked at me,
She had luscious lips that I wanted to kiss and taste.

I wanted to run my hands all over her body and fuck her brains out.
I didn’t think I stood a chance with her,
We were having a chat, I loved to listen to her, she was so very funny, smart, intelligent loving and kind, Brains as well as beauty.

I slept in the spare room, where I lay thinking about her,
five minutes later she entered the room , leaped into the bed beside me and started to kiss me passionately,

I wanted to eat her, she tasted so good.
By now my cock was so rock hard it hurt and was throbbing.
I gently kissed her neck , she tilted her head back as i nibbled on her neck and ran my fingers down her back, I took off her tshirt.

Slowly I moved my tongue down towards her soft breasts, I licked and sucked her big erect nipples,
She moaned with pleasure,

I gently kissed her belly button, moving down to her thighs, licking all around her vagina, teasing her wet little pussy.
Flicking her clit with my tongue,

flicking in and out of her love hole, she was moaning with pleasure and ready for my explosive cock,
I parted her legs and lay on top of her,
I slid my shaft slowly into her warm moist pussy, I nearly shot all my love juices as I entered her, we were a perfect fit.

By now she was very excited and wanting more as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her, my balls swinging and banging off her ass,
Her legs were wrapped around me as she moved her hips in rhythm to mine, milking my cock with her tight wet pussy.

I was trying to distract my thoughts as I was about to cum and didn’t want to make a show of myself,
I picked her up and lifting her up and down the length of my shaft I could tell she was gagging for it, she loved the feel of my throbbing member inside her pussy.

I flipped her over and started to pound her doggy style, harder and faster, each thrust deeper than the last,
She was moaning with pure pleasure, my man handling methods, were really turning her on.

I turned her around and lay her on her back, Oh god I wanted to cum inside her NOW!

I slid my cock into her pussy and started to fuck her hard, she wrapped her legs around my back one hand around my neck, the other on my ass and pulled me deeper into her pussy which was sucking me into her.

I was going to explode, I couldn’t hold back any longer, she was so excited she couldn’t hold back either,
we fucked each other until we both came in a river of ecstasy pleasure and orgasms, WOW!

Her friend Sheryl was also staying over, she knocked the door and entered,

she hopped on the bed beside us, next thing I know they were kissing and fondaling each others breasts,
oh my god,

What was happening?

Sheryl slipped off her shirt and she began to caress and suck the already naked ,Katies nipples
slowly licking and sucking,

carefull you might poke your eye out,
i’d never seen such huge nipples in my life,

you could have hung a wet coat off them ,they stuck out proudly and magnificent

Sheryl moved down and had her head between Katies legs and was stroking and kissing her wet cum filled pussy, she was really going at it, getting her tongue right into every crevice and loving it.

Katie was moaning with pleasure.

it was pure bliss to watch a woman lick another womans pussy,
they were loving it and so was I.

My cock was rock hard again,

Sheryl climbed on top of katie and started to grind her pussy on Katies pussy

Starting slowly , moving up and down , thrusting in and out,

sweet Jazas.

they startied to buck like women possessed,

Katie Screamed “IM Coming”

Sheryl said ” I’m coming too”

they both bucked and fucked,

both ooohing and ahhhing,

They both came, again and again.

what was a man to do?

I popped a finger into Sheryls ass , she moved backwards and ordered me to put my cock in her ass and fuck her hard!

Instead I stuck my head between their legs and started to kiss and lick both womens pussy.
heaven ,

pussy on pussy and me in the middle of it all

I used both hands to finger them

In and out
using two fingers then three fingers
licking sucking caressing ,

I couldnt hold back any longer i needed to fuck them NOW!

I rammed my hard cock into Sheryls pussy
fucking her while she grinded katies pussy,

Katie moved up and turned around and slid her fingers into sheryls wet, cock filled pussy

then Katie kissed Sheryls pussy and my balls , sucking my balls I knew I was going to shoot my load

I thrust with all my might feeling the pull on my balls as they were been sucked

I came so hard inside Sheryl I let out a grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! noise

I had never been so horny in my life and I just couldnt believe my luck that I had been part of it all.

It was the best loving I ever had and words cant really do it justice.

I will never forget that night.

The End

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This is the continuation of the story of Keio – a young busty blonde – whom, after eating some green pills, had a change of body and met a woman doctor and fell in love.

Best is to read the the parts in order…

Keio woke up. She shuddered from the cool sea breeze flowing in through the window in the bedroom. She was lying naked on the bed, in the same position she had fallen asleep/fainted in after Mandy had given her multiple, squirting orgasms.

She still felt wet, all over.

Keio could hear Mandy closing the bathroom door and tried to sit herself upright in the bed.

But her breasts were so full and heavy. She could feel a slight trickle of milk seeping out from her nipples and down the sides of her swollen breasts.

Mandy entered. She was wearing a flimsy bathrobe that was white but also almost see through. Her long black hair was wrapped up in a towel and she gave Keio a loving smile!

-”Oh? You’re awake!”, she exclaimed in a playful and surprised tone.

-”No, don’t get up dear. Those mammaries are way too full. I’ve prepared your nutrient drink. Just lie back and drink it.”, she said and sat down beside Keio on the bed and shoved a pillow in underneath her head.

-”I’m a bit cold…”, Keio whimpered and again, felt very naked and exposed as she was lying there in full nudity in front of her tanned goddess.

-”Don’t worry honey. I’ll take care of that!”, Mandy assured her and held up the bottle with the rubber nipple on it in front of Keios face.

-”You just drink your nutrients and I’ll make you warm and clean.”

Keio hesitantly took the bottle in both hands and opened her mouth. Mandy pushed it in between her lips and held it in place. Keio had no choice but to start sucking.

It was the same warm and sweet liquid again. Tasted like apple, porridge and cinnamon.

With her other hand, Mandy produced a wash cloth that she started to wipe over Keios body. It was very warm and wet, almost hot. Mandy started around Keios face, cheeks and neck… and continued down over her chest and breasts.

The feeling of the hot towel over her large breasts was heavenly. The contrast of the heat against her cold skin made it so much more intense!

Keio pulled the bottle from her lips to inhale deeply. Mandy was quick to push the bottle back in her mouth.

-”There, there.. “, she said in a comforting tone, “I’ll get you nice and cleaned up. The others are coming soon, and we have to get ready.”

Mandy quickly wiped the rest of Keio off with the warm towel. Her belly, her legs and her groin of course. Mandy had to ring the towel out into a large bowl she had beside the bed before she got Keio dried off down there.

It was a very sensual feeling, to lie totally nude and let her love wipe off her whole body like this. Keio could feel the wetness building up in there again.

Mandy finished the cleaning and wiping at the same time as Keio finished her bottle.

-”And I think I have to empty some milk out also before we can get you ready.”, she said and brought out another bottle with a rubber nipple on it, which she gave to Keio to drink. This one was filled with cool and fresh water instead.

-”It’s important that we keep you hydrated dear.” she said as she scooted down a little closer to Keios’ right breast.

-”Now we both must drink up…”, Mandy said as she planted her lips carefully over Keios very stiff and dripping nipple. Keios eyes rolled back in her head when Mandy started sucking. Long deep sucks. Keio could feel squirt after squirt of her milk going into Mandys succulent mouth! Keio was moaning and panting more than she was drinking from her bottle.

She felt a steady flow of juices pouring out from her pussy.

After a while, when the milk had started to ebb, Mandy moved over and started the same sucking procedure on Keios left breast! This was egging Keio on even more and she instinctively was grabbing the back of Mandys head and pushing her deeper into her breast. She could hear Mandy trying hard to breathe through her nose as she was pushed into Keios swollen and squirting boob!

Finally Mandy pulled away and took a deep inhale!

-”Phew! That was a lot!”, she said wearily. She had some milk dripping down her chin.

-”Sorry babe… I would love to do this for hours, but..we have to get you ready. How do you feel?”

Keios heart was racing, but she did feel much more awake and fresh… and very, very horny from being under Mandys sucking lips for so long.

-”I’m fine…”, she said and tried to hide her lustful panting.

Mandy took the empty bottle from Keio and stood up. Keio could see her sweet doctor’s curves and crevices through the thin robe. She was a true amazon! So tanned, so perfect.

Keio felt a sting of her insecurities coming over her again. When she looked down, all she could see of herself was her huge tits… she couldn’t even see her legs. Although she was half lying down, she still felt fat and plumpy again.

But a look at Mandy’s gorgeous eyes helped her to shake some of that feeling away. If a perfect woman like Mandy loved her… she can’t be all that bad, she thought to herself.

Mandy was sitting down by her hips and bringing out a new diaper which she shoved in under Keios butt. Then the bottle of numbing ointment that she smeared over her palms.

-”It’ll be a long night, and we can’t sneak away to relieve you. So I’d better rub you down good with the numbing cream since you are so sensitive otherwise!”, Mandy explained as she started to put the ointment on Keios breasts. She had to do them one at a time, since, even using both her hands, it still took several rounds for her to cover just one breast.

Keios was purring. It felt so sexy with Mandys soft touches and every time her hands or fingers passed over Keios large, stiff nipples it sent shivers down her spine… straight to her seeping vagina.

But the cream had an effect. Mandy continued down to Keios thighs and bum and finished, but carefully, over her pussy mound and lips.

Keio could feel her body being less tense now. She was still horny as hell from the lotion massage, but it was more of a slow tide.

-”There. Let’s just check the plugs before we wrap you up.”, Mandy said and gave the black plug in Keios butt a little tug.

Keio couldn’t help but to give off a little squeak! And then she felt the purple thingy in her pussy give off a couple of vibrations… which also made her moan a little.

-”Yup. They are both online!”, Mandy proclaimed.

Mandy still felt a little sting of evil in her soul for tricking the poor girl into thinking the buttplug and vibrator were medical tools. But as she saw how pleasured Keio was from having them inserted in her holes, the sting was easy to shrug off.

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Mandy wrapped up the diaper tight over Keios hips and groin, gave it a little pat and helped her to her feet.

She was again taken back by the sight of this little vixen infront of her.

Keio stood there and looked so shy and innocent, her hair in tangles and her huge boobs glistening from the lotion Mandy had covered them in. She had to fight the urge to just push Keio back on the bed and ravage her again!

She brought out the dress that they ordered down by the beach shop and had been delivered to the door earlier. She held it up and admired the work they had done.

With the blue and white checkered dress just hanging freely in her hands it looked sort of askew. There was very much room on the top half compared to what a dress would normally look like, but… for Keios huge bust, that was probably how it had to be.

-”Let’s put this on you and then I can fix your hair.”, Mandy said and helped Keio to put it on.

At first they tried to pull the dress over Keios head, but the waist was way too small to get past her giant tits, so instead Keio had to climb into the dress and pull it up from beneath.

It was hard work to fit the dress over Keios swelling mounds of flesh up top but it finally came into place. Although the seamstress at the beach shop had taken measurements and done a great and quick job of sewing – it was still very tight over Keios breasts.

When she had held it against herself at the shop, the skirt looked like it was at knee length. But now it turned out that, because of so much fabric going to covering her voluminous chest, the skirt ended just below Keios womanly parts down there.

-”It’s kinda tight…”, Keio said in a worried tone. -”Is my diaper showing?”

Mandy backed off a little and took a scrutinizing gander.

-”Nah.. it’s fine. Just don’t stretch both your arms up at once.”, she grinned.

-”What if I start leaking!”, Keio wondered.

-”I think that diaper will hold. I made it tighter than usual.”, Mandy replied and tried to sound comforting. She could sense that Keio was worried, and of course she was. She was a shy little girl that had kept to herself mostly. And now she was going to meet a bunch of Mandys friends that she didn’t know. Mandy felt that she needed to be Keios protector and support tonight. At the same time she couldn’t wait to flaunt off her beautiful girl!

Mandy and her lesbian friends had often bantered about what kind of women they thought were the hottest, and it often ended in harangues and fantasies about huge tits, curvy asses and such. And NOW, now Mandy had met one of those fantasies. One of those girls she had only ever had wet dreams about ever getting into the sack! She knew exactly what her friends were gonna think, but hopefully not say out loud when they laid their eyes on Keio! And especially in a dress like this!

The dress was naturally tight over Keios boobs and pushed them up immensely. Which gave her a cleavage that was out of this world, but also made her waist look thinner and the bell shaped skirt gave her an hourglass figure that you normally only see in adult cartoons. No one would complain that some boobflesh was protruding out over the dress line.

-”No. I mean – what if my milk starts leaking?”, Keio said and brought Mandy’s mind back into the real world for a moment.

-”Hmm.. yeah… I did suck out a lot of milk, but it might be that I can’t empty you again til late tonight… depending on how long the party lasts.”, Mandy said thoughtfully.

-”Just a sec..”, she said and whisked out of the bedroom, only to come back with two small, white washcloths from the bathroom.

-”Here!”, she said and tried to push the folded washcloths down inside the very tight top of the dress to cover Keios nipples.

-”Iihh.. you’ll rip the dress!”, Keio exclaimed as Mandy was tugging and wrestling with the cleavage and cloths.

-”Yeah. You’re right. We’ll have to pull down the top and lay them in place I think.”

Mandy helped Keio to pull the top down, revealing her gorgeous boobs again… the large nipples stiff as steel. Mandy gave the folded washcloths to Keio.

-”Here… hold them in place.”

Keio held them over her areolas and nipples. They were a bit coarse and tickled against her still sensitive nipples. Mandy wrangled the dress top back over Keios bulging boobs and almost broke a sweat doing so.

-”There! Now even your pokies are not showing.”, she said happily.

Keio took a look at herself in the mirror on the closet door.

The dress did look cute. But she hadn’t really seen herself in such a tight attire before. Even before the pills that made her breasts so humongous, she never wore tight shirts or such… now, her bust was all out there, not hiding away in a baggy sweatshirt. Over her shoulder she could see Mandys admiring looks. Again, this made her feel a bit more confident and she turned back and forth a little, sort of posing in the mirror.

-”I got you some stockings also that I thought would suit the dress.”, Mandy said and pulled up some white textile from out of a plastic shopping bag.

They were some thin, white stay ups with lace around the top.

-”Oh? Thank you!”, Keio said with glee. They looked really expensive, and cute.

Keio sat down on the bedside to put them on, but as she leaned forward and tried to bend her leg – it was obvious that she wouldn’t be able to reach down to her feet to put them on. Instead she got her whole chin, cheeks and mouth covered by her own cleavage!

-”Let me do that for you dear!”, Mandy said and rushed down to her knees below Keio. With an experienced hand she easily slid the stockings on and helped Keio to her feet again. The stockings went up to half way of her thighs, revealing some skin before the white lacing of her skirt again covered up the very top of her thighs.

Keio didn’t want to admit it, but she actually thought it looked kinda sexy.

-”Now let me fix your hair.”, Mandy demanded and started brushing out the tangled blonde strands. Keio was checking herself out in the mirror meanwhile and a few moments later she had two bushy pigtails that almost made her look childish… but very fitting for the dress, she had to admit.

The huge cleavage and thick thighs did reveal that she was more than mature in body.

-”I’ll just make myself ready too..”, Mandy said as she again floated out to the bathroom with her light robe fluttering behind her like a cape.

Keio tried her best to apply some make up fitting her ‘cute dress style’. Some pink lipstick, some light red rouge… just a bit of mascara to make her eyes look more alert. Again, her confidence wavering for every minute.

Why hadn’t she practiced this stuff more? She felt like a novice, putting on makeup for the first time! She imagined that all of Mandys friends would be really posh and look like they’d all been to a professional salon.

But, as was becoming a habit now, her sinking feeling was quickly blown away when Mandy came back to the bedroom with a,

-”Wow! You look SO beautiful baby!”

Mandy herself was of course stunning! She had switched into a short skirt with a tartan pattern, kind of like what some girls have to wear to school… but of course, much shorter. Up top she had a thin white shirt with fluffy arms and a black crosstie around her neck keeping it all together. The shirt was open up front but had no buttons, so if Mandy leaned forward one would get a good look in at her tits. The fabric of the shirt was so thin that the outline of her breasts were easy to see anyway, as was it clear where Mandy’s dark brown nipples were pushing forward against the white shirt.

Sha also wore a pair of white socks, like Keios, that only went up to her knees. Her hair she had put up in a braid.

Mandy spun around and pushed her chest out to make her boobs even more obvious through the thin shirt.

-”So… what do you think?”, she smiled and posed with a hand on her hip.

-”Wow! That is sooo sexy… “, Keio complimented in a whispering tone.

-”Thx love!, Mandy replied. -”Now come and help me prepare some drinks for our guests.

While they were preparing and tasting the drinks and cocktails Mandy wanted to offer she was telling Keio a little about her friends that were coming.

She told her about Erica, the girl they’d met down at the boardwalk just earlier today.

Mandy and Erica went way back. They had met at the university where Mandy had been studying to be a doctor. Erica was also getting her education there, but in ‘nature medicine’ or something of that sort.

-”Erica is somewhat of a hippie.”, Mandy explained, -”But very sweet and nice!”

Then there was Anne and Kirsty. They were a couple. Mandy had known Anne from before but only met Kirsty recently, when she’d gotten together with Anne.

Being a woman doctor she had had all three as patients at one time or another.

-”So I know very well what their pussy’s look like!”, she said jokingly.

Keio couldn’t help but to feel a flash of jealousy wash over her. She knew that Mandy of course had had other girls before her… but the thought of it wasn’t something that made her happy really.

Mandy noticed Keios change of mood as she was talking about the girls but assured Keio that the only one she’d ever had a fling with was Erica. But it had been years ago and Mandy made it clear that Erica was not her kind of woman anyway, so Keio should feel worried about that.

-”I’m more afraid that they’ll steal you away from ME!”, she exclaimed and stroked her fingers over Keios bulging cleavage.

Keio felt her cheeks get red, looked down and smiled.

Imagine a hot, sexy woman like Mandy afraid of losing her… That made Keio feel good again.

Maybe it was the tight dress pressing against all of her upper body, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the purple plug giving off a vibration every few minutes or maybe it was the touches she got from Mandy, but Keio was feeling good. She felt sexy. She felt in love.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and gave Keio a fright! Back to reality. Keio tried to calm down and collect herself, tugging at her dress hoping the bottom of her diaper didn’t show as Mandy quickly walked to the front door!

It was Erica. Mandy’s friend from earlier today. But now she was much more dressed up! Instead of the sloppy ponytail, her dark blonde hair had been worked over by a curling iron and she had a stash of curls all over! With makeup and red lipstick, she looked a lot different from earlier today. She greeted Mandy with a huge smile and way too loud squeals! She was dressed in a blue summery dress in a 60’s style cut, adorned with large prints of flowers and leaves! The strapped leather sandals that were tied up over her calves completed the hippie/flower child – look that she obviously was going for! But she looked great of course! She looked like a summer breeze!

After finally letting go of Mandy, Erica rushed over to hug Keio also! Like before, because of their height difference, Keio got her face mushed in between Ericas boobs. She could feel one of her stiff nipples against her cheek as Erica wrapped all of her arms around Keios head and pressed herself against her! Erica was of course, again, pressing hard against Keio, just to feel those massive breasts pressed against her belly! She still remembered the feeling of them from earlier in the day when they had met.

-”Oh Keio! You’re SO cute! I could just eat you up!”, she exclaimed happily as she rocked Keio back and forth between her arms!

Mandy had to finally break them up and save Keio from Erica’s grip,

-”C’mon! Let’s get you a cocktail!”, she said and pulled Erica to the kitchen!

It seemed that Erica had probably had a few drinks before she came and was chatting up a storm while waving around her cocktail Mandy had made for her.

Erica was very animated when she spoke and was constantly laying her hand on Keios back as she talked to her. Sometimes a finger would graze over Keios side boob also… but Keio thought that it was probably just by accident. With such an amount of boobs around all of Keios front, it was inevitable that one might touch them a little by mistake, she reasoned.

As the three of them were finishing their cocktails the doorbell rang again. Erica was like a lightning bolt out of her seat by the kitchen counter and off to answer the door.

Mandy gave Keio a loving look and urged her to come along.

Keio gulped the last of the cocktail, to strengthen her confidence before meeting Mandy’s other two friends.

It was Anne and Kirsty.

Ann had a bit of a butch look. She was the same height as Mandy but with a heavier build. She had her blonde hair in a high and tight shave on the sides and back, up top it was combed back, almost looking like the start of a mohican style hair. The tight black t-shirt showed off her strong arms. It was hard to tell if the bulges on her chest were muscles or breasts.If they were muscles it was impressive, because she looked like a B-cup at least. High cut jeans shorts covered some fishnet pantyhose which showed off her well built legs. Keio imagined that Anne was strong enough to probably wrestle down anyone else in the room.

Kirsty was a different being altogether. She looked very feminine and small compared to Anne. Not as short as Keio of course, but close to…

She had long black hair that fell softly over her back and shoulders and a very expensive looking dark blue dress that gave away all her female features.

She had bigger boobs than Mandy and the hips to go with it.

Keio felt envious of her. She had the kind of body Keio had always wished for. A big bust, curves and slender arms and legs!

Keio was watching carefully at how Mandy handled her as they hugged… she felt jealous. Keio didn’t like the thought of someone that good looking maybe stealing Mandy away from her.

But as the girls entered and greeted them they also gave each other a deep french kiss, right there in front of them all. Like if Anne wanted to make a point of who’s girl Kirsty was!

This put Keio somewhat at ease. It was obvious that Anne wasn’t going to share Kirsty with anyone else!

As Mandy introduced Keio to the new guests Anne gave Keio a more courteous hug, she seemed much more reserved than the others. Kirsty on the other hand was much more hands on!

-”WOW!”, she blurted out as she laid eyes on Keio and all of her cleavage!

-”You are amazing! A work of art!”, she stated with a big smile and leaned in for a hug. It was pretty obvious that she was impressed by Keios busty stature and as she hugged she laid her head on Keios cleavage and pressed her arms around and under her boobs!

Keio could feel some milk leaking out of her nipples from inside the dress. Luckily the wash clothes would easily soak up any fluids in there!

Keio got a little embarrassed at the attention and focus on herself.

-”Ehm, you look lovely too..”, was all that she managed to say.

Mandy came to the rescue, -”Alright, alright! Let’s give my poor sweet girl a little space. She’s the only one who doesn’t know everyone here already, so be nice!”

Mandy had her arm around Keio now and was urging everyone to go into the living room where she had prepared snacks and drinks.

-”Kirsty is very hands on and clingy…”,.Mandy whispered to Keio as they moved into the living room, -”And I think she might have had a few too many drinks already.”

Keio looked over her shoulder and saw that Kirsty was a bit wobbly indeed.

As Keio went to sit down on the sofa she misjudged the height to weight ratio a bit. Maybe it was also due to the very strong cocktail she’d just gulped down. But instead of sitting herself down gracefully, Keio more like fell backwards into the deep couch. As her legs left the floor she could feel her dress flying up also!

Keio was quick to brush the dress down and her eyes darted around to see if anyone had seen her diaper flash! And the sudden landing also reminded her of that big black plug in her backside. It felt like it had been pushed in another couple of inches under her weight! Damn… there comes that wetness again…

Keio could feel how slippery her pussy lips were in there, under the soft, cushy diaper. And how it rubbed against her swelling clit also.

Luckily she was now seated and hopefully wouldn’t have to move around much for a while. It seemed like no one had noticed her clumsy sit down either.

Mandy sat down on her left and handed her a drink. Kirsty plopped herself down almost on Keios right side. Both Mandy and Kirsty were way closer to Keio than the size of the sofa demanded them to be, She could feel both of their bodies rubbing up against the sides of her breasts crammed into that tight dress.

As the conversations and drinking got along, Keio could feel the vibrations from the purple thingy in her pussy getting more and more frequent.

She had a hell of a time trying to play it cool and not give away the intensifying heat building up in her. She could feel her pussy seeping steadily.

At a moment when the others were occupied by Erica telling a story very loudly, Keio whispered to Mandy,

-”Do you think the diaper will hold?”

Mandy stealthily gave the front of Keios diaper a nudge from over the dress. She could feel it was filling up a bit.

-”Yeah, don’t worry darling.”, she reassured.

Mandy had been fiddling with her watch now and then, decreasing the time between vibrations on Keios buzz-toy. Just the thought of her lovely little doll sitting there beside her with a buzzing vibrator inside of her that Mandy could control was so sexy!

But to not worry Keio more, she secretly turned it down to only give off a vibration every 4 minutes for now.

The drinks and the horniness was having its effect on Keio. She could feel that soft hum in her head, feeling relaxed, wet and squished in between two sexy women. Mandy was constantly touching and stroking Keio. Sometimes over her hair or cheek, sometimes she had her hand on Keios leg, but most often she was resting her hand on or under Keios busty mounds.

And on the other side was Kirsty… she was always moving around, flailing her arms, which meant that she was all the time making contact with Keios protruding chest. In the position Keio was sitting, the top of her cleavage was almost up in her own face, which made it so that everytime Kirsty jumped around in the sofa, Keio could see her own boobs bouncing there under her chin.

But it felt good. She felt safe. Mandy was there and not hiding that they were a couple. Although Kirsty also was stuck up so close to Keio, Anne didn’t seem to mind. Keio was a little afraid of Anne. She had an intimidating aura around her.

After some hours of this Erica’s ADHD got the better of her and she demanded that it was time for truth or dare!

Everyone was good and drunk by now. Well, everyone but Anne, she was more reserved and drank water in between. So much giggling occurred while they agreed on the rules. Since Mandy kept a tidy place there were no bottles lying around. It was decided that they skip the spinning of bottles and everyone just takes a turn!

Erica decided that Kirsty should start. Kirsty cleared her throat, to add drama..

-”Alright! Anne… truth or dare?!”, she asked and pointed to Anne.

-”What? Are we going counter clockwise?”, Erica complained, but was hushed by Kirsty.

-”Comon! Truth or dare!?”, she said in a playfully stern tone to Anne again.

-”Truth!”, Anne said, crossed her arms, leaned back surely and gave Kirsty a defiant grin.

The others made expectant ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

-”Ok.. you have to… “, Kirsty said while stalling and thinking.

-”You have to.. KISS! … ME!”, she giggled and fell back on the sofa, again brushing against Keios large side boob.

-”Awww… cowardly..”, Erica said and rolled her eyes.

Anne slowly rose to her feet, from Keios deep seated position, Anne looked really towering as she stepped closer to Kirsty on the sofa beside her! Kirsty was giggling immensely as if she had been cornered and could not escape even if she had wanted to. Anne leaned in over Kirsty and planted her mouth on Kirsty’s lips!

As she did so, Kirsty didn’t play hard to get. She grabbed Annes head and pulled her in! This made Anne lose her balance a little and she had to put her hand down to steady herself. Unfortunately Anne put her hand down right over Keios crotch!

Only thanks to Erica’s wild cheering, Keios gasp could only be heard by Mandy beside her. Kirsty and Anne were way too busy with their deep throat kiss.

Keios could almost hear their wet tongues swirling around in eachothers mouths.

The weight of Anne’s palm pressing down over Keios diaper and her sensitive clitoris underneath was almost unbearable. And with impeccable timing, the purple thingy in her vagina decided to give off a long buzz right then!

Keio bit her lip as she came. She squeezed her eyes closed, in some vague hope that no one could see the orgasm in her facial expression.

She could feel her pussy giving off several big squirts and making her diaper quite wet and soggy now!

Keio felt as if she had blacked out for a moment and when she came to again Anne was returning to her seat across the low living room table.

Anne looked triumphant as she sat down and wiped some of Kirstys red lipstick off from around her mouth. Kirsty looked like she had been ravaged and fanned herself with her hand, pretending to need some air!

-”Yes! Good start I guess!”, Erica concluded. -”Now it’s your turn Anne!”

Anne turned to Erica who looked like a kid on christmas eve, expecting a present of some kind. She could hardly contain herself!

-”Truth or dare?”, Anne asked, looking at Erica.

Erica answered before Anne had finished the sentence. -”Dare!”

-”Hmm… you have to… give a lap dance…”, Anne said slowly as she was looking across the ladies in the room, -”…to… Kirsty!”

Kirsty squealed with delight and waved her arms in joy! Anne looked very pleased with her choice and Erica made a resolute face as if this was some serious mission she had been given.

Erica made her way over to where Kirsty was sitting. She stood herself facing Kirsty, who was jumping with joy in the sofa, making also Keios boobs bounce around just as much. Keio tried to lay her hands over her chest to steady them a bit.

Erica spread her legs and moved them forward over Kirstys legs and then pushed them together, pinning Kirsty to where she sat.

Then Erica started a slow swaying and in snake-like motions she was turning back and forth, side to side with the beat of the music.

Keio tried not to stare, but it was hard not to look at Erica’s very nimble body moving so close beside her. To be able to spread her legs as much as she did, Erica had pulled her skirt up, which made her white, laced panties visible. They were very low cut and it was obvious that she had shaved it all down there!

Anne and Mandy were giving off whistles and catcalls to egg her on and Erica picked up the pace. She moved in closer and got to her knees on the sofa on top of Kirsty who was cooing with delight. Erica’s knee pressed in between Keios and Kirsty’s thighs made Keio feel her own pussy’s slipperiness even more.

Ericas bouncing and shaking on Kirstys lap made Keios engorged, wet labias slip and slide against each other just as much! It was excruciating and Keio had a hard time controlling her breathing now! Waves of pleasure were sweeping their way through her body and it felt like her nethers were now swimming in a pool of her own, hot juices down there in the tightly closed diaper.

Erica quickly spun around, putting her hands on the table and knees still over Kirstys legs but now on all fours in front of her! The cheering from the girls rose as Erica gave her best attempt at twerking for Kirsty! Erica’s dress was now hiked up all the way over her hips and there was no hiding her skimpy little panties anymore.

The fast shaking of the sofa, Erica’s legs rubbing against Keios thigh… Keio was doing everything in her power to not cum right then and there. But it was almost as if her suppressing the inevitable orgasm made the pressure mount even more! If it hadn’t been for the music and cheering from the girls, anyone could’ve heard the squishing sounds coming from Keios diaper.

And then, of course… the purple thing gave off a buzz again! Keio gave off a high pitched wail as she came hard as hell! She now had no control over her pussy as it pumped squirt after squirt into the already full diaper! Keios legs were trembling and she was holding both hands over her breasts in some wain attempt to still her body’s convulsions.

Keios noise fit very well into the lap dance show that Erica was giving and it just made everyone else chime in and shout and whistle even louder!

As Keio was catching her breath Kirsty gave Erica a slap on the ass and the others shouted and cheered the performance!

Erica stood up, pulled her dress back down and went over to her seat again, accompanied by compliments and praises for her sexy moves!

Keio was almost crossed eyed and panting heavily.

-”You look flustered Keio, “, Erica mused as she filled up her drink and topped Keios glass up too. -”Maybe I should give you one of my famous lap dances too?”, she laughed. Keio gave a bashful smile and took some deep sips from her drink.

Everyone agreed that Erica gave a really good show!

-”Now it’s your turn Mandy-dandy!”, Erica exclaimed and pointed towards Mandy who was leaning against Keio but now sat up straight.

-”Sure… hit me!”, Mandy said in a cocky tone.

-”Truth or dare?”, Erica said with a playful harshness.

Mandy chose ‘truth’ to everyone’s disappointment. Well, not to Keios disappointment.

Keio was worried that everyone would have to choose ‘dare’ and she had already cum twice.. and gotten away with it. Keio didn’t trust that she’d orgasm a third time without it being noticed by the others. So thanks to Mandy, this meant that ‘truth’ was also an option now. That meant that Keio wouldn’t have to get up. Feeling the amount of her own bodily fluids that were trapped down there in her diaper, some of it must surely have leaked out onto the sofa… and she really dreaded having to stand up and leaving a huge wet stain for all to see.

-”Party popper!”, Erica smiled, -”Ok. Truth…? Let’s see then… “, Erica frowned as if she was thinking of something very tricky… then she shone up and looked very glad!

-”When was the last time you had sex with… A MAN?!”

The others gave off a laugh. Seeing as how there were only lesbians in the room, probably this was a funny question, Keio thought.

But of course, not everyone had been hard core lesbian from start, she pondered. Probably many women had tried the straight life before they realized what they truly were.but she had never thought about it before. And she hadn’t pictured Mandy ever being with a ..man. Had she?

They way Erica asked the question with such glee she probably knew that Mandy had been with a guy before.

-”Oh come on Erica. You know this story already!”, Mandy tried…

-”YES! That is why I asked! The others don’t know!”, Erica smiled. She was clearly satisfied with her question. Anne and Kirsty seemed curious too, sipping their drinks and getting quiet.

-”Ok, ok… it was… 8 years ago! There! I answered your question!”, Mandy snapped and took a big sip from her drink.

-”Oh no you don’t!, Erica laughed. -”How was it! What happened?! Tell us! Come on!”

-”Hey, you asked how long… I answered.”, Mandy said, avoidingly but with a hidden smile on her lips.

Now Keio got curious too. Was there some story surrounding this? What happened? Obviously Erica knew about this and thought it was good enough to let everyone hear.

-”Well, do you want to choose DARE instead?”, Erica countered with a sly wink.

-”Oh, ok then. Well…

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Mandy started telling her story about when she was a young student, still experimenting with her sexual orientation.

She’d followed some guy home and they were both very drunk. Although she wasn’t really turned on by the guy she still had sex with him before he passed out, wasted and snoring. While lying awake, pondering the sex she’d just had – that is when she decided that she was a lesbian all the way through.

Mandy had fallen asleep, happy with her new found wisdom of herself.That is why she was very irritated when she woke up!

She was sleeping on her belly and woke up because she was being pounded frantically from behind!

She got very angry! What kind of guy would fuck a sleeping girl while she was out of her mind drunk?! That’s when she realized – it was the guy’s dog who was boning her from behind!

Mandy was in shock! It was a big boxer dog, brown and white coat, pumping away full throttle! The large dog had both his paws on her back, pressing her heavily down into the mattress and there was not much she could do! His hind legs were between hers, so she couldn’t even press them together to try to defend her pussy from the onslaught of dog dick that was raging in and out of her.

Mandy was wet as a well from the earlier debauchery with the guy so the dog’s hard member met no resistance as it thrashed her sensitive opening.

She couldn’t do much else but to take it and wait til’ the big boxer dog was finished.

The girls were all fascinated with her story and were squealing with excitement and awe in all the right places of her story. Mandy knew she had her audience with an iron grip and ended the whale tale with a matter of fact..

-”So that night I had sex with TWO guys… and the dog lasted much longer than the guy did!”

The gang all laughed at her punchline! Then they had lots of questions about it of course! How ‘big’ was the dog? Didn’t his knot come out? Didn’t they guy wake up and catch you? And so on…

Mandy just shrugged their questions off with a -”Good girls don’t kiss and tell…”

While listening to Mandy’s story, Keio could vividly imagine the situation in her mind. She thought it sounded sexy as hell! A big dog crashing down on the beautiful, feminine Mandy… pounding and pounding her with no mercy!

Keio could feel her diaper filling up even more and the vibrations from the purple thing inserted in her wet, swollen pussy didn’t make the whole thing less intoxicating!

———————-

-Ok. So now it’s Keios turn.”, Mandy exclaimed, eagerly trying to get the focus away from herself and the dog fucking story.

-”Yeah, but it’s unfair for YOU to ask her! She’s your girlfriend!”, Kirsty protested!

-”Hey YOU asked your girlfriend.”, Mandy replied correctly.

-”Doesn’t matter! You’re gonna go too easy on her!”, Kirsty stated. -”I’ll ask her instead!”

Mandy just rolled her eyes and leaned back. Kirsty was in the kind of drunk state that there was no point in arguing with her it seemed.

When Mandy gave in, Kirsty looked pleased, leaned in on Keio and looked her unsteadily in her eyes. Keio could feel some milk dripping out from her nipples under the pressure of Kirsty pressing at her side with her own breasts.

-”So…. Keio…”, she started with an attempt at seeming ominous, -”…truth or dare…?”

Keio tried to hide how nervous she was. Not just nervous at the question and all the sudden attention that was directed at her, but also at the feeling of fluids emerging from her nethers and nipples. But it seemed like the diaper and the wash cloths were still doing their job.

-”Truth…”, she said in almost a whisper.

-”Awww..! Common! You have to say ‘dare’!”, Kirsty stubbornly pleaded, -”We can’t have two truths in a row!”

-”Hey, leave her alone!”, Erica butted in, -”She can answer what she likes!”

Erica could see how nervous Keio was and could feel for her, being sat here with four drunken people she hardly knew.

-”You can choose ‘truth’ Keio. Don’t worry about it.”, she said reassuringly.

-”Ok! Ok!”, Kirsty whined. She tilted her head, looked around with her eyes to indicate that she was thinking very hard about what to ask. Then she looked like she had just invented the wheel and shone up!

Keio felt a chill along her spine in fear of what horrible question she could get! She was sitting in a diaper filled to the brim with her own juices, her gigantic tits were leaking milk just inches away from Kirsty. She wished that she had a dog-story like Mandy to whip out now!

-”Have you and Mandy had oral sex…?”, Kirsty finally asked with a large grin.

Phew, Keio thought to herself… that wouldn’t be too hard to admit. I mean, she was sitting with a bunch of drunk dikes on the sofa. Everyone here had probably gone down on several women in their lives. Although it was quite new to Keio, it wasn’t as bad as some other things she feared to be asked.

-… today?!”, Kirsty finished her question.

Damn! That felt much more intimate to answer, Keio thought. If she said yes and answered truthfully, everyone would get that image in their mind, seeing for their inner eye how Mandy was licking away at Keios swollen privates!

Just thinking that of course gave Keio goosebumps, from remembering exactly that situation, just a few hours ago!

Keio could feel Mandy nudging her shoulder. As she looked up, she saw Mandy smile and give a discreet nod, reassuring Keio that it was ok to spill the beans on this one.

-”Yes…”, Keio answered and immediately got red cheeks and turned her face down in embarrassment. Which only made it so that she pushed her lips against her own bulging cleavage!

To Keios surprise, her answer was met with a roaring cheer!

Everyone seemed happy with the answer and Keio was off the hook! She felt immensely happy about this!

The others congratulated both Keio and Mandy and seemed genuinely happy for them!

-”You lucky girl!”, Anne even said to Mandy with a wink.

After they’d all simmered down a bit, Kirsty took charge again.

-”Well then, NOW it’s your turn Mandy! You can ask me!”

-”I see… well, ok… Truth or dare Kirsty?”, Mandy asked dutifully. Kirsty was now in charge of the game and there would be no more arguing.

-”DARE!”, Kirsty answered a bit too loudly.

-”You have to… take a boob shot!”, Mandy smiled, “from Keio!”

Keio felt her eyes widen! What?! A boob shot?! What was Mandy thinking?!

Was she expecting Keio to take her boobs out and let Kirsty drink the milk from them?! Although the thought immediately made her pussy gush some more… she would never dare!

-”Boob shot! Boob shot!”, the others cheered. Kirsty looked very pleased with the demand.

-”Maybe you need a shot first also..”, Mandy said and handed Keio a small shot glass with some reddish liquid in it. Helping Keio to swallow it down before she could protest or have second thoughts. The strong spirit made her throat burn and her eyes water.

Next thing she knew Mandy had crammed a shot glass in Keios cleavage and Kirsty was standing in front of Keio with a big drunken smile!

Keio wanted to put her hands in front of her, since it looked like Kirsty would fall over her in any minute, but Mandy grabbed her hands and held them firmly.

-”Relax. Kirsty has done this before..”, she said in a calming voice.

Anne and Erica were clapping in the background, at first whispering and then slowly increasing in volume, -”Boob shot. Boob shot. Boob shot!…”

Kirsty put her arms behind her back and leaned in towards the shot glass placed between Keios swelling cleavage.

Keio could feel Kirstys nose diving in between her mounds and her lips grabbing for the shot glass, like a horse trying to pick up a lump of sugar on the ground.

Kirsty’s lips finally found the brim of the glass and closed around it, with a surprisingly steady motion, she stood up and leaned way back with the glass between her lips, swallowing its contents accompanied by the others clapping and cheering!

After a little victory dance, Kirsty sat herself down on the sofa beside Keio again.

-”You were great honey!”, Anne told her and leaned over to Kiss the giggling Kirsty.

Anne was towering down over Kirsty and planted her lips on hers, effectively pressing Kirtsy head into Keios swelling side boob!

Keio felt the pressure and how squirts of milk were coming out into the washcloth crammed in there. Her whole breast felt wet and warm.

Keio feared that her leaking would soon be visible for all to see!

Luckily Mandy interrupted their make out session, proclaiming loudly.

-”Ok… new game! Let’s play sardines!”, she laughed.

-”What’s that?”, Erica wondered.

Mandy explained the game. One of them was to hide somewhere in the house and the others have to find her. When you find the first hidden one, you also hide with her in the same place, quietly while the others are still looking for her.

The point of the game is to not be the last one to find the others hiding together.

Keio had heard of this game, but never played it herself. It was something that kids played when they were younger.

The whole point of the game was to be able to be hidden in some small, dark space together with someone you fancied. While no one could see you and you had to be quiet, you could maybe touch each other or such things… if you dared. It was mostly an excuse to get close to someone you might be interested in.

Keio felt a chill again, as she realized that she would now have to get up off the sofa.

She could feel a virtual, hot and wet swamp down in between her legs. The diaper must be overflowing now and if she stood up it would surely bulge out and be visible to the others! As she stroked her hand over her chest, she could feel the moistness of the fabric already. The washcloths over her nipples were saturated and the milk was leaking through. Keio gave out a gasp as her hand brushed over her breast! They were SO sensitive now that she would probably come from nothing more than a hand being placed on them!

-”Everyone go to the kitchen! I’ll be the first to hide!”, Mandy demanded.

The others cheerfully made their way towards the kitchen, Kirsty was heavily dependent on Anne helping her with the balance.

Mandy took Keio by the hands and pulled her up from the couch! Keio could feel the weight of her diaper swaying under her. It was so full and heavy now that, when she stood up, the inside of it hung so low that it no longer made contact with her pussy lips. But she still felt the steamy wetness enclosed in there!

-”I’ll be hiding in the bedroom closet!”, Mandy whispered with a sly smile as Keio waddled towards the kitchen. She had to try to keep her legs wide apart so her pink lips down there wouldn’t rub together too hard and stimulate her to a fresh new orgasm!

Keio stopped by the door to the kitchen, half hiding herself behind the door post.

The others were chatting loudly and pouring drinks, finding ice cubes and rattling with glasses.

From the corner of her eye she could see Mandy sneaking into the bedroom.

Keio let a minute pass and then snuck away from the kitchen herself. The bedroom was dark, Mandy had turned out the lights. Only the starry night sky gave any kind of lighting in there. Keio looked around and whispered Mandys name.

The closet in the bedroom was the kind with two sliding doors. The one closest slipped open and she could see Mandys bright smile in there, shining through the darkness.

-”Quick! Come in!”, she whispered back at Keio and Keio climbed in.

There was certainly not much room to hide in here!

Mandy had perched herself up on a waist-high shelf and leaned back into some jackets and robes to give Keios massive bust room.

Keio stood herself on the floor of the closet, turned to Mandy.

Since Mandy was sitting on the shelf Keio could rest her heavy boobs on Mandy’s thighs. This way they sort of puzzled themselves together in the cramped space.

Mandy carefully slid the closet door shut and in the pitch blackness Keio felt her leaning down to her. They kissed! It was heaven!

Keio felt her eyes rolling in her head! They were kissing in secret, hid away in a dark closet. As Mandy leaned down her breasts and upper body pressed down on Keios milky mounds from above and Mandy’s thighs from below!

Just as Mandys tongue slid through Keios lips, the purple thing inside her gave off another buzz! Keio almost fainted as she came again! She felt several squirts emerging from her pulsating vulva as the orgasm peaked!

Her legs were not really holding her up anymore and she fell against the closet door slightly, making a thud!

-”Sschh.. darling…”, Mandy whispered. Keio could feel her smiling in the darkness and tried to whimper in ecstasy as quietly as possible. Mandy giggled.

-”Did you come? From just a kiss…?, she asked in an impressed tone of voice.

-”Uh-hu…”, Keio admitted as she was trembling from the aftermath. She was holding on to Mandys waist and hips when they heard a sound in the room.

Both Keio and Mandy held their breath!

Very, very slowly… the closet door slid open a bit. They could see Erica’s face and as her eyes got accustomed to the darkness she shone up in a big smile.

-”Hah! Here you are!”, Erica whispered. -”Let me in!”

Erica eagerly forced her way into the already cramped space Mandy and Keio had puzzled themselves into.

Mandy tried to scoot back a little but she was already pressed with her back against the side wall of the closet, so it was up to Keio to give some room… if that was even possible!

Keio pressed herself even harder against Mandy as Erica squeezed in standing position behind her! She could feel her bum against Erica’s thighs and Erica’s pointy breasts against the back of her head!

-”Sorry Keio, but I have to lean onto something here… otherwise I’ll fall out!”, Erica whispered as she struggled getting her limbs in place before Mandy slid the door shut on them.

Erica leaned in on Keio from behind, grabbing her with one arm around her waist and the other leaned against the shelf that Mandy was sitting on. This made it so that Keio was even more pressed into Mandys lap now and half of her face got buried in her own cleavage! Her boobs were now so pressed together that she felt a trickle of milk flowing steadily from her bulging nipples! The arm Erica had around Keios waist also got tightly locked into place there now, amongst all of Keios fleshy parts around it.

-”..and if I put my foot up against here… I’ll be set…”, Erica continued with a whisper.

Erica pushed her leg up against Keios butt, pressing hard on the overfull diaper and against the plug in her backside! Keio couldn’t help but to moan in excruciating pleasure as the plug slipped in deeper! Her pussy was now a fountain and waves of lust pulsated through her body!

She was squished in between two beautiful women, both holes down there were filled and she was leaking from everywhere!

-”Hold her up! I think she’s cumming again!”, Mandy whispered to Erica and grabbed Keio under her arms. Erica tightened her grip around Keios waist and tried to use the other to lift Keios chest up. But that only made it so that Erica lost her balance a bit and pushed even harder with her thigh against Keios pouting rump!

As the purple object in her pussy gave out its relentless vibration again. Keio lost her bodily functions and could only feel her mind floating around in a cloudlike orgasm of gigantic proportions!

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A crash from the kitchen brought Keio back to reality. She had no idea for how long she’d been out. She felt warm juices flowing down her legs, and probably all over Erica’s thigh as well. It was still wedged in there up her bum crack now as the diaper finally given up.

Erica and Mandy were holding Keio up, her own legs were powerless.

-”I’m.. sorry…”, Keio whimpered.

-”Don’t worry Keio. Mandy explained it to me! It’s alright..”, Erica whispered in a warm, understanding voice.

Anne could be heard from the kitchen, -”Sorry girls, but I think I have to take Kirsty home now..”.

There was some ruckus from the hallway which sounded like Anne trying to help Kirsty get her shoes on or something.

Mandy slid the closet door open, and with some work, she and Erica lifted Keio out of the closet.

-”Give me a second!”. Mandy said and left all of Keios weight on Erica to hold. Keios legs were still hardly responding and Erica had to quickly change grip to not have Keio fall helplessly to the floor.

They could hear Mandy saying goodbye out in the hallway and Kirsty giggling drunkenly as they made their way out.

Erica held up Keio from behind, she had locked her arms together under Keios heavy, sloshing tits, holding her up in a standing position. Keio was in a daze and could feel her breasts leaking almost as much as her pussy. She felt so heavy and swollen. She tried to brace herself and use her legs, but her knees buckled everytime.

-”Hey! I’ve got you babe!”, said Erica reassuringly whilst holding her upright.

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Before today Mandy had told Erica about Keio. They were good friends and Mandy had to ventilate her guilt about using her position as a doctor to get with Keio… how it started out as plain, primal lust but quickly had grown into love for the buxom beauty! Mandy also told Erica about how Keio was a squirter of legendary proportions and that she was lactating!

Erica was amazed at all these sexy facts and wanted to hear all the details! Erica’s very positive reaction to what she heard spurred Mandy on and made her also divulge about the diapers, plugs and general debauchery they had been through in the last few days!

Erica thought this was sexy as hell, and when she’d finally laid eyes on Keio today, it was even better than she had expected! Now she was holding this cute and curvy thing in her arms. She still felt the wetness on her thigh trickling down her leg! In the mirror to the side she could see Keios overfilled diaper bursting out from under her short skirts and how her smooth, sturdy legs were glistening in the delicate light!

Erica felt herself becoming quite aroused at the feeling and sight of it all.

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Mandy came back! She threw out a couple of large towels on the bed and they helped Keio to sit down on the bedside. Keio was much too dizzy and feeble to sit up and just flopped down on her back instead!

Both Mandy and Erica took a moment to absorb the sight in front of them!

Keio was lying down, her huge tits practically bursting out of the dress that was visibly damp on the front! Keios skirts had slid up revealing the lower part of the swollen, white diaper between her legs. One of her stockings had slid down her leg and was halfway down her calf… her legs shiny from liquid. Keios bust was heaving up and down from strenuous breathing.

-”Lets’ get you out of this soggy dress darling.”, Mandy said and got Erica to help her.

Erica lost all of her cool as they eventually managed to pull it down a bit so Keios enormous breasts got free! They were unimaginably large now! Keios areolas were puffing up and her large, stiff nipples had small streams of white milk seeping from them and running down the sides..

Mandy saw Erica’s blank stare at them and said, -”I bet she’ll let you have some, just help me to get this off first!”

Keio only heard their voices as mumblings in the background and was way too spaced out to concentrate on anything apart from the sweet waves of arousement that were flowing through her body. It felt so good when her breasts came free from their tight prison. Keio just laid there and rejoiced with her eyes closed.

As they pulled Keios dress off and the well filled diaper came into full view, Erica again dropped her jaw, to Mandys amusement.

Not that Mandy still didn’t find it extremely fascinating and sexy, but she’d seen it. Erica hadn’t seen anything like this, until now! Of course she was amazed!

Keios dress was dropped to the floor and as if it was a presentation of something Mandy was very proud of – she undid Keios diaper and slowly unveiled it for Erica’s eager eyes!

Erica hadn’t seen anything so luscious in her life! Keios pussy lips were so swollen that it looked like two smooth sausages with a slit in between them. And up top, the biggest clitoris in the world! It was the size of a large strawberry and everything was coated in shiny, slippery fluids!

Keios vaginal lips were so engorged now that she couldn’t have put her legs together even if she had wanted to! So now she just laid there, naked, wet, legs apart and boobs in the air.

Mandy produced a bottle with a rubber nipple on it and lovingly coaxed it into Keios mouth. In her dazed state, Keio reacted instinctively when she felt it between her lips and started sucking on it greedily! It was that sweet, nutritious drink that Mandy had made for her earlier.

-”We really need to get some milk out of you my love!”, Mandy said while motioning to Erica to lay down beside Keio as she did the same.

-”Mm .hu…”, was all that the nodding Keio could muster up as an answer.

-”I think it’s too much for just me to drink alone though.. “, Mandy said slowly. -”You don’t mind if Erica helps us to relieve some of it, do you?”

Keio just nodded as she kept sucking on the bottle Mandy was holding to her lips.

Mandy gave Erica a smile and a nod and leaned in over Keios left breasts, as to show Erica how it was done!

Erica did the same, hesitantly putting her mouth closer and closer to the streaming nipple of the wonderful girl splayed out on the bed.

Mandy reached over to Erica and softly put her hand on the back of Erica’s head, pushing her down to the inevitable.

Erica’s lips landed around Keios puffy areola and as she felt the size of the nipple in her mouth she had to open wider and adjust her mouth some. Mandy pressed on Erica’s head again and Erica sucked. A squirt of warm milk poured over her tongue and invaded every corner of her mouth!

It was warm. It was sweet! It was so awesome! Erica sucked more! More milk came! Keio started to moan softly.

As Erica was getting into it, sucking more and more hungrily Mandy got to work on Keios other breast.

Soon they were both suckling away like two starving puppies!

Keios moaning increased but was somewhat muffled by the bottle Mandy kept stuck in her mouth.

As Keios moans increased in rhythm and intensity, Mandy took Erica’s hand and placed it on Keios swollen wet slit.

Erica could feel it’s slippery, hot wetness. It felt as if her whole hand was full of pussy!

Keio suddenly went quiet and arched her back so that Erica almost lost her sucking grip on Keios breast! Then Erica felt it!

Squirt after squirt hit the palm of her hand! She didn’t count but it was easily more than 5-6 gushes. The liquid flowed down and almost poured off her fingertips. She had an immense urge to push her fingers in between those walls of slippery pussy down there but Mandy beat her to it!

Mandy’s fingers dove in and Keio was squirming in ravaged lust on the bed. Erica had to use both hands to hold the big breast in place so she could keep sucking it’s sweet milk!

After some time, things calmed down. Keios bottle was emptied and Mandy had let go of her teat and pulled her fingers out of the panting little Keio.

The streams of milk weren’t as prominent as before, but Erica didn’t want to stop. This was the most exciting thing ever! She felt that she could just lay here all night, sucking like a toddler. feeling her face buried in a warm, giant breast and her tongue playing with its hard, sensitive nipple with Keios body ever so slightly reacting to every lick.

-”We should all really get to bed now.”, Mandy said as she stood up from the bed and wiped her soaked hand on the towels before she swiftly pulled her clothes off.

Erica wasn’t slow to do the same.

Mandy still had a pair of pink panties on, but Erica removed her little white ones.

-”I think we can relieve you from the thermometers for tonight Keio.”, Mandy said and winked at Erica. She crouched down beside the bed, between Keios still trembling thighs and used her fingers to dig out the purple vibrator from her amazingly wet pussy.

Keio gasped and gripped on the towels she was lying on, eyes still closed, mouth wide open and tongue hanging out like an exhausted dog.

Erica was watching in excited amazement.

-”And the back one to…”, Mandy continued as she gripped the base of the black plug stuck deep up Keios bum. It took a few pulls, but then it easily plopped out and Keio let out a sigh of relief! Her sphincter twitching, as if it didn’t want to be left alone.

The two women helped to shift Keio up on the bed so she was laying in the middle of it, with a pillow under her head.

Keio was coming to a little now. First time she had her eyes open in almost an hour.

In a haze she saw her lovely Mandy and Erica pushing her around on the bed.

-”I’m sorry…”, Keio said in a teary whisper. -”I’m sorry I’m such a hassle…”

-”Oh sweetie! Don’t be sorry! Mandy has told me all about your condition and I’ve studied medicine too. I’m glad to help!”, Erica said comfortingly.

-”Yes, Erica has read loads of courses in holistic nature medicine! She might have more insight even than me in these things.”, Mandy said in a happy tone.

Let me get you your other bottle and then tuck you in!”, she continued and left the room.

Keio could see her lovely backside sway off, only shielded by a tiny pair of pink panties.

Erica laid herself down on Keios right side, pressing her body close. Keio could feel her smooth pussy lips against her well rounded hip and her hard nipple touching her shoulder.

-”I’ll examine you tonight, while we sleep. That is the best way of getting to know your auras..”, Erica explained.

Keio just nodded, not knowing really what Erica was talking about, but still reassured by Mandys telling of her being well read in this kind of stuff… Keio had heard about nature medicine, holistic medicine and so on and she knew that many people swore by it and it was all the rage in some circles of society.

Mandy came back in with another bottle for Keio. She laid down on Keios left side and pulled a large blanket over the three of them.

They all cuddled in, Keio softly pressed in between them. Mandy had bolstered herself up with some pillows and held Keios head to her chest whilst feeding her the bottle. Erica had slid down on the other side, her head resting on Keios breast and her hand on Keios hip.

It was extremely cozy, being cuddled by these two women, Keio thought as Mandy caringly kissed her forehead. When the bottle was finished, Mandy instead pulled Keios head and mouth to her breast and Keio was not late to close her eyes and latch on.

The three girls were soon breathing calmly in unison as the night sky caressed the slow waves outside of the beachhouse.

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The futa reporter and her sexy daughter film hot promos for her news station.

The Futa Fairy – Futa Reporter’s Wicked Wish
Chapter Two: Becca’s Naughty Promos
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“What are you doing here, Jenna?” I gasped, staring at my twenty-year-old daughter as she sucked the last of my futa-cum out of my new clit-dick. I shivered, her lips drawing up it, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about her face.

Jenna’s mouth popped off my dick. Her cute, pixyish face stared up at me, her blue eyes twinkling. “Well, I’m your fluffer, right? I keep your futa-dick nice and hard, and let you cum whenever you want.”

“My futa-dick…” I bit my lip. “How’d you even know I had a futa-dick? The futa-fairy just gave it to me. And why aren’t you at home, in bed? It’s barely past sunrise.”

Such confusion shuddered through me, the sunlight, so sharp and crisp on this November morning, shining in my eyes. I sat in the passenger seat of the news van in the parking lot of St. Claire’s Hospital in Lakewood, Washington. It was only a fifteen minute drive from my home in Parkland where I left my daughter sleeping. I came to this hospital early to interview the futa-doctor and her miraculous cure.

Dr. Rita claimed her girl-cum could cure any injury. And she proved it, healing a young woman’s broken arm with her hot jizz. Then she fucked the girl and then me. And the entire time, I wished to have my own futa-dick, to have my daughter fluff my girl-cock the way Pattie, Dr. Rita’s eighteen-year-old daughter, fluffed hers. I wanted to get wild on camera.

And B, the futa-fairy, answered. In exchange for a future promise, which did concern me, I grew my dick. She gave it to me while I napped, letting my camerawoman, Hosannah, edit together the interview.

And then I woke up to my daughter sucking my cock. I flooded her mouth with my incestuous cum. Leading me to the question: “Why are you here?”

“I just woke up and knew what you needed, Mom,” she shrugged. Her tongue licked across her pink lips, gathering white cum that leaked out of her mouth. She shivered, moaning her delight. “I’m your fluffer now.”

“She’s got you there,” Hosannah said, the curvy Jewish woman climbing in from the back and slipping into the driver seat. “Hey, squirt.”

“Don’t call me squirt,” Jenna huffed. “I’m twenty. I suck my mom’s dick now. She’s the one doing the squirting.”

“I bet,” Hosannah laughed. Then she blinked. “Wow, you really have a futa-cock, Becca. How’d you do that?”

“I wished for it so badly.”

“So did I,” muttered the young woman, her brown hair spilling about her envious face. She put the van into reverse, the vehicle idling this entire time. “Lucky you. On-air talent always gets the perks.”

“I think I get the perks,” Jenna said. My daughter ran her tongue up my dick to the spongy tip. I groaned as the van backed out of the parking spot. “So thick and creamy. My mom has such yummy cum.”

“Mmm, I bet,” Hosannah groaned. “Guess you’re coming along.”

“So you drove your car here?” I asked, looking around the near-empty parking lot. I didn’t see her cute, sea-green Beetle anywhere.

“I…” My daughter frowned. “I’m not sure how I got here. I just am here.” She kissed the tip of my futa-dick. “And you’re still hard, Mom. Wow. My boyfriend goes soft after he cums.”

“You’re having sex?” I gasped.

“Mom, I’m twenty. D’oh. I bet you were having sex even younger.”

I flushed. I’d been a precocious minx.

“Mmm, I need to keep your cock all nice and hard and warm on our drive to Seattle,” she purred, sliding up me, her hands going to my blouse. I shivered, my daughter’s fingers kneading my tits as she climbed onto my lap. “I’ll use my pussy to fluff your cock.”

“I think only mouth’s are for that,” Hosannah said.

“Nonsense,” dismissed Jenna, speaking with such authority on the subject. “Everyone knows fluffers just have to keep the talent hard and ready to go.”

“How do you know about that?” I groaned. I only knew about fluffers from the time I did a story on a porn production company and met this friendly girl who spent all day giving handjobs and blowjobs to the male performers to keep them hard for the scenes.

“The internet,” grinned Jenna, her blue eyes twinkling.

“You just have fun,” Hosannah said, “because Luka called and wants us back pronto. She saw the footage I sent.”

A sudden fear knifed through me. How far did the futa-fairy’s magic go? We filmed Dr. Rita fucking her patient and me, plus footage of her barely legal daughter sucking her cock and licking my pussy. I thought we could get away with it, since everything felt so natural, but we’d violate FCC regulations.

The minx undid my blouse, discovering the joys of my tits just like Pattie did. My daughter’s hands cradled my big, soft breasts. She lifted them, her head lowering down, her tongue lashing my fat nubs, darting from one to the other. I groaned, squirming, my cock throbbing against her skirt as she wiggled on my lap.

“Honey,” I moaned, my fear drowned out by her flicking tongue.

“Mmm, Mom, just let me do something nice for you. I’m your fluffer now. I’ll keep you hard in case they need you to go on air and use your dick.”

“You could fuck me on air,” moaned Hosannah, driving one-handed as she navigated us to I-5, the main interstate that ran north-south through Western Washington. She had her left hand between her thighs, rubbing at the crotch of her too-tight jeans.

“Or me,” Jenna groaned. Then she latched onto my nipple and sucked.

I groaned, remembering all the times I nursed her as a baby. I shivered, stroking her blonde hair, feeling so close to my daughter in ways we hadn’t in months. Years. She suckled noisily, her lips popping off, making my nipple tingle.

Which made my new girl-cock ache.

The tip throbbed with this powerful need. An itch demanding to be scratched, and only something hot and wet would do. My eyes rolled back into my head, my breathing quickened as my daughter nibbled and sucked, her hips squirming.

“Jenna,” I groaned. “I need something more. I need your pussy.” I shivered, saying those naughty words. “I need your pussy on my girl-cock.”

“Yes,” Hosannah moaned, slowing us to a stop at the light at Pacific Highway, so close to the freeway. “Ride your mother’s cock. Fluff her with that barely legal cunt.”

Jenna just moaned about my nipple. Her hands hiked up her tight skirt. The black fabric rolled up her creamy thighs then over her hips. A bald snatch glistened with her juices, dripping down her thighs. She looked so tight and plump, like a virgin.

Then she mounted me, her back twisting to let her keep sucking at my breast. I shivered as the hot press of her cunt nuzzled against my pussy. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head as she rubbed her pussy against my aching dick.

My daughter’s incestuous, youthful pussy rubbed on my new girl-dick. The thrill rippled down my shaft to my snatch. My cunt clenched, juices dribbling out and running down my ass, soaking into my skirt.

“Fluff me with your pussy,” I moaned to my daughter as Hosannah made the turn onto the freeway, driving around the curving on-ramp.

“Yes, Mom!” Jenna moaned around my nipple and impaled her cunt down my dick.

I gasped at my cock’s first taste of pussy. My daughter’s pussy. My back arched. She did the same, her head snapping up from my breast. She sank all the way down my clit-dick, embracing me with every silky inch of her cunt.

I whimpered, her tight snatch about me. My hands grabbed her naked ass, feeling it flex beneath me as she squirmed. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her nipples tented the front of the pink, babydoll t-shirt she wore.

“Oh, Mom, yes,” she groaned. “Oh, that’s a cock. Better than any of my boyfriends. Ooh, yes. I’m going to love being your fluffer!”

“Uh-huh,” I panted then groaned as she slid her pussy up my cock.

My fingers dug into her ass, my big breasts shaking. My daughter fucked her pussy up and down my cock as we drove down the highway. I shivered, glancing out the window. We raced past a State Trooper who had silver car pulled over on the shoulder. And I swear the cop had the driver bent over the hood over her car and fucked her from behind with a futa-dick.

I moaned, eyes rolling back into my head, realizing there were other futas out there. Other women with these amazing girl-dicks. I shuddered, my daughter working that tight cunt up and down my pussy, caressing me with her silky walls.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped. “Fluff my dick with that pussy, Jenna.”

“Yes, squirt, work that cunt on your mom’s shaft,” panted Hosannah.

“Oh, I am,” she groaned, her snatch clenching hard on my dick. “And stop calling me squirt!”

“Just ignore her and fluff my futa-cock with your dick,” I moaned.

“Ooh, I’ve heard of futas. Sa’dia at my school once let slip her mother’s a futa and fucks her and her sisters with her girl-dick. I didn’t believe her. But now…” Jenna’s eyes rolled back into her head, her short, sandy-blonde hair swaying about her face. “Yes, yes, yes! I love your dick, Mom!”

She bounced faster, working that delicious, tight cunt up and down my girl-dick. Her hands kneaded my big tits. She squeezed them, her thumbs rubbing across my nipples. Every brush sent delight surging to the tip of my futa-cock buried in her hot, young snatch.

She whimpered, her firm, small breasts bouncing beneath her shirt. I licked my lips, staring at those hard impressions of her nipples, two high beams shining in my eyes, hypnotizing me like a deer. My hands moved, shoving up her t-shirt.

Jenna helped me rip it off, freeing her small breasts. So firm, her nipples tiny and hard, a softer shade of pink than mine. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her pussy, as I admired my daughter’s youthful titties.

“So beautiful,” I said in awe, my hands cupping them, feeling how pliant they were.

My thumbs brushed her nipples. She groaned. Her pussy clenched on my dick as she slammed down my cock.

“Just so pretty.”

“Oh, Mom, yes,” she purred as I leaned forward and sucked on one.

My lips engulfed the pink nub. I savored it in my mouth, my eyes closing as I sucked on it. Her pussy tightened again on my snatch as she pumped her cunt up and down my dick. Her silky, wet flesh burned around my shaft, the friction incredible.

The pressure shot down into the depths of my hot pussy. Two hard points aching, needing to unload their cum. My ovaries. I moaned about her nipple, sucking harder. My tongue explored her nub while her pussy brought me closer and closer to erupting.

“Oh, Mom, yes,” she gasped, her hands squeezing my big tits. “Mmm, you just love my little titties.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, nuzzling over to her other small mound topped by that pink peak. “So cute.”

She squealed as I latched onto her left nub.

“Wow, that’s so hot,” moaned the Jewish camerawoman. “You’re sucking on your daughter’s nipple. It should be so wrong, but it’s not. It’s hot.”

“So hot,” moaned Jenna. “Ooh, incest is amazing. Mom, you’re dick’s so huge. I’m going to cum so hard on your girl-cock. I love being your fluffer!”

“Me, too,” I groaned about her nub.

“Ooh, what do you love? Me being your fluffer, or the fact I’m going to cum on your dick?”

“Both!” My hands squeezed her tits. I nipped her nipple.

She gasped, slamming her hot, silky cunt down my shaft. My daughter’s snatch boiled around my dick. Then her flesh spasmed. She bucked on my lap, her moans echoing through the news van as she came so hard. I shivered, drinking in the rapture of her pussy convulsing about my shaft, massaging me, driving me wild.

My eyes rolled back into my head. I moaned about her nipple. The sweet massage of my daughter’s spasming cunt brought me closer and closer to erupting. The tip of my dick ached in her hot depths. Her pussy massaged me, sucking at me, begging for my cum.

“Mom, yes!” she howled.

“Cum in your daughter!” moaned Hosannah, her body quivering beside us, still driving one-handed.

“Yes, cum in me, Mom! Flood me with your jizz and… That’s it!”

My cock unloaded in my daughter as she spoke. She gasped, impaling herself all the way down my shaft. I groaned about her nipple, my body quivering with every blast of jizz. I filled her young pussy with my girl-cum.

Rapture flooded through my body, washing from my spasming pussy while powerful jolts fired from my dick. I loved the dual pleasures reaching my mind. Two different, but amazing, delights joining together to give me even more ecstasy.

“Jenna,” I groaned, releasing her nipple.

“Mom!” she groaned, her pussy still convulsing on my dick. Then her lips found mine.

I closed my eyes, savoring kissing my daughter. Our hands kneaded each other’s tits as our tongues dueled and danced. My heart pounded in my chest. I shuddered atop her, holding her as she convulsed on me. Her rapture moaned into my mouth.

I fired the final blast of incestuous girl-cum into her snatch.

Amazing.

I came three more times into my daughter’s pussy on the drive to Seattle. My futa-cum flooded out of her cunt when she climbed off of me in the parking garage, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She didn’t bother tugging down her skirt, just letting the jizz run in thick, milky rivulets down my thighs.

I stayed hard the entire time.

“Mmm, let’s go, Mom,” she said, grabbing my pussy-soaked clit-dick, stroking it as I stumbled out of the van after her. “Let’s see your producer.”

“Yeah,” I panted, feeling so surreal as I let my barely legal daughter stroke my dick while we walked through the parking garage to the elevator. Hosannah stayed behind to pack up her gear and secure the vehicle.

“Hey, Becca,” James, a segment producer, nodded to me, not seeing anything weird about me having a dick, the fact it thrust from my crotch, or that my twenty-year-old daughter had cum running down her thighs. “And hey, Jenna. Helping out your mom?”

“I’m her fluffer!” she beamed, sounding so proud of herself.

“Excellent,” he grinned.

I blinked, feeling so surreal as the elevator door closed and whisked us up to the nineteenth floor where the Channel 5 News lay. The doors opened onto the familiar bustle. The Seahawks had an nearly East Coast game today, so the sports reporters were getting everything ready for the pregame show.

I just drifted through it, people smiling to me and my daughter, her hand stroking my pussy-stained cock. None cared about the incest or the nudity, or the trail of cum my daughter left behind on the thin carpeting, my jizz soaking through her socks.

So much poured out of her. I could smell it. This delicious, salty musk combined with her tart pussy. What a just lovely scent. I wanted to feast on her young snatch, to lick her clean of all my seed. But Luka wanted to see me.

I knocked on my producer’s door. “It’s Becca.”

“Get in here,” Luka shouted, her voice excited.

I opened the door onto a Latina woman a decade younger than me and a decade older than my daughter. Her golden-brown face lit up at the sight of me, her black hair spilling about her round face as she shifted at her computer chair.

“This footage you sent me is amazing,” Luka said. “This Dr. Rita is really healing with her cum. And she has a dick! That’s so hot. You must have cum so…”

Luka’s eyes trailed off, staring at my futa-dick held in my daughter’s stroking hands. My producer’s jaw dropped. Her eyes almost fell out of her socket they bulged. She let out a throaty moan, her chair creaking.

“You’re one, too.”

“I am,” I said, sitting down. My daughter knelt before me and engulfed my cock with her mouth. I shuddered, savoring her hungry sucks as she cleaned her tart pussy juices off my dick. “It’s something of an eye-opener to me.”

I gripped my daughter’s sandy-blonde hair while Luka shivered. “This is even better! A futa-reporter. I’ve already got you booked to go on Monique’s show for tomorrow. I know this story will explode on the evening news tonight. It’ll be a ratings gold mine. And now that you’re one of these futas…”

I shivered, feeling B’s magic at work. “The show’ll be even hotter.”

“Yes,” groaned Luka. She leaned over. “And is that your daughter sucking your cock?”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “She’s my fluffer. She’s dedicated to making sure my futa-cock is hard during the day. Which is the only time I’ll have it.” Dr. Rita mentioned that. Some futas had their cocks from sunrise to sunset and others, like the doctor, from sunset to sunrise.

“Wow,” Luka groaned. She walked around, staring at my daughter, her skirt still hiked over her ass. The Hispanic woman knelt in her beige skirt, the material stretching about her thighs. She swept up my daughter’s thigh, gathering my spunk.

And popped it into her mouth. Luka shuddered. Her eyes fluttered as she savored the salt of my girl-jizz. My pussy clenched, my dick aching in my daughter’s sucking mouth. Jenna purred as Luka swiped up again, making my daughter’s hips wiggle.

This time, Luka’s finger brushed my daughter’s pussy. Jenna moaned, her tight ass clenching. Then Luka kept going, dragging the cum up between my daughter’s butt-cheeks. She played with Jenna’s sphincter, my daughter sucking so hard as Luka bathed her asshole in my jizz.

And slipped her finger into her bowels.

“Yes, yes, what a delicious girl,” Luka moaned, pumping her cum-lubed finger in and out of my daughter’s butthole. “You must be so proud of her.”

“So proud,” I groaned, my hand tightening in my daughter’s hair. “She’s doing this full time. She just wants her mouth wrapped about my cock.”

“Or buried in her pussy,” Luka groaned, pumping her finger faster in my daughter’s asshole.

Jenna’s mouth popped off my cock. “She came in my snatch four times on the ride up here. That’s how much prowess my futa-mother has!”

“Ooh, but did she try your ass out?” Luka asked, her face burning.

“No,” I groaned while Jenna swallowed my cock. “But I will. I’ll bugger her tight asshole, too.”

“Ooh, good.” Luka popped her finger out of my daughter’s asshole, sucking on the sour musk. “Now we have to hurry. We have access to studio three for the next hour. I want to shoot some promos for tomorrow’s show. Get them playing through the football game. Plus we have to tease your story tonight. And it’s a big game.”

“Playoff implications,” I groaned. The Seahawks had the #1 seed in the NFC playoffs at the moment. But if they lost to the Eagles, they’d fall down to the #3 spot. Fans were energized. So many people would watch my promos during the football game, seeing my futa-cock in action.

“Yes, so let’s go. And bring your daughter. I think…” Luka grinned. “I think showing off your cock, seeing it squirting and fucking, will really sell things.”

I shivered. How much power did B have to do all of this? And what would she ask with her favor?

And then my daughter’s tongue swirled about my crown of my cock. I groaned, my body bucking, my pussy clenching. Hot juices flooded out while my dick pumped load after load of incestuous futa-cum into her hungry mouth.

Jenna gulped it down with hunger, the room spinning about me. The pleasure burned through my thoughts. I groaned and heaved. I licked my lips, whimpering at the surge of rapture firing through my body.

“Are you…?” Luka asked, licking her lips in hunger. The Hispanic producer leaned over her desk like she ached to reach all the way to me and plant her mouth on my dick. “Ooh, lucky Jenna.”

“So lucky,” I groaned, fist tightening in my daughter’s hair.

The final blast of Mommy-cum flooded her mouth. My daughter mewled her satisfaction. Then she popped her mouth off my girl-cock and turned her head. “It’s the best, Luka. Ooh, yes, just so yummy. I could drink this all day. Just live off a diet of my mom’s cum.”

“Ooh, god, I bet you’d loose so much weight. If it can cure people, I bet it’s so healthy.”

“No, that’s Dr. Rita’s cum,” I groaned. “I didn’t wish for that.”

“What did you wish for?” Luka asked, eyes smoldering.

“Why, to get away with having my daughter be my fluffer and fucking on camera while no one cares.”

“Why would anyone care about you fucking on camera?” Luka frowned. “You’re Becca Brittany. Our new futa-reporter.”

“Can anyone else have sex on camera?” I pointed out.

She frowned. “Well, no, they’re not you. I pretty sure the FCC has a specific exemption for you… Yes, here it is. I just got the email about an hour ago.” She turned her computer monitor. There it was, straight from the FCC. I could fuck anyone I wanted, and it was okay. I didn’t even have to police my language.

“Wow, B has power,” I groaned as my daughter’s tongue bathed the tip of my dick.

Luka just smiled at me. Then she hopped to her feet. “Let’s go. We don’t have the studio for long. And we need to get you in makeup and a different outfit. Something skimpier than that. And for your daughter. I think a frilly skank skirt, something to show off her ass if she bends over in case you need to use one of her holes during promos.”

“Yes,” my daughter groaned, fisting my dick, a drop of cum glistening on her chin.

I couldn’t resist leaning down and licking it off of her, savoring my salty treat.

The day managed to grow more surreal. Wardrobe found me a slinky pair of thigh-high stockings, black and lacy, hooked up to a black garter belt around my waist. No panties or skirt to show off my futa-dick. For a blouse, they had a white, transparent cloth, my flesh bleeding through, my nipples pink and hard through it. They even found a skank skirt for Jenna, this pink thing with ruffled lace so short it barely covered her pussy and the bottom cheeks of her ass peeked out. If she bent over at all, she exposed her shaved, barely legal snatch and cute rump for all to see. Then they added a boob tube top, the sheer pink fabric molding to her perky tits, her flesh bleeding through.

The makeup came along. My daughter sat beside me, stroking my cock, keeping me nice and hard as Beth, as sweet older woman, chatted away while putting on the thick foundation you needed to appear normal looking beneath studio lights. If you didn’t, you’d look all washed out. Especially as pale as I was.

“I feel like a movie star,” Jenna moaned when they finished, her face transformed into something both wanton and lusty yet virginal and innocent. My dick ached in her hand.

“More like a porn star,” I said, staring at my outfit. So kinky and naughty.

“I know!” She beamed, jerking my dick faster.

“Oh, no,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, the constant stimulation too much.

But Beth acted quickly. I gasped as the married woman opened her mouth wide and swallowed my futa-dick. I groaned, my cum boiling into her mouth. She gulped it down, swallowing with hunger as my daughter kept fisting my shaft.

“Whoops, sorry, Mom,” Jenna said. “Got excited.” Then she gave a wicked giggle as I squirmed in the makeup chair. “And so did you.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, the pleasure dying inside of me. “Naughty girl.”

“So naughty!” she beamed, her eyes twinkling.

I shivered as the last blast of my cum fired out into Beth’s hungry mouth. The makeup artist rose, licking her lips. “Ooh, that was a tasty treat. No wonder you volunteered to be your mother’s fluffer.”

“Yep,” Jenna beamed, still stroking my cock, so sensitive from cumming.

“Okay, let’s go,” Luka said, peeking her head in. “Half hour. I want to get some good promos in.”

“Oh, they’ll be good, won’t they?” I grinned at my daughter.

She nodded her head.

The pair of us strutted on our hooker heels, stilettos that had us both swaying as we moved through the studio. Everyone paused to stare at our bodies, lusting after us. The women licked their lips, so envious of my daughter, so wishing to be my fluffer. I winked at them, realizing I’d be getting closer with my female colleagues over the next few weeks.

The men would have to watch.

We reached the studio, the crew all ready. Hosannah ran one camera, wearing a fresh pair of jeans, stonewashed. They were just as tight as the last, her plump cameltoe on display. The rest were men: key grips, best boys, and electricians. All designed to make me look good on camera.

The set contained a love seat on it with several pillows strewn across the floor, a false wall making it look like a living room.

“Okay, Becca, let’s have the first one with you and Jenna on the couch, your daughter sucking your cock,” Luka ordered, her nipples dimpling her blouse. Did she take off her bra? Her fingers looked sticky, her face flushed. “We’ll start with the camera pulled in on your face. Then we’ll zoom out, revealing your daughter pleasuring your cock. Jenna, when your mother says futa, that’s when we’ll start the pull out and when I want you to just go to town on her dick.”

“I can do that!” Jenna beamed.

“Damn,” the man operating the second camera groaned.

“Uh-huh,” panted Hosannah.

I sat down on the loveseat, my daughter curling up beside me. She leaned her head down, her warm, wonderful mouth engulfing my cock. I groaned, the pleasure surging through me. My pussy clenched, my nipples so hard in my transparent blouse.

All these men, and a few women, watched. I swear interns were peeking in when they should be working, their youthful faces burning with envy. I loved it. Flaunting my futa-cock, showing off my new, incestuous relationship with my daughter.

“And action,” Luka said.

Jenna didn’t bob her mouth as I stared into the camera, reading the teleprompter. “Something wicked and wild is coming to Monique. An exploration of the tantalizing. They’re called futas.”

My daughter moaned, bobbing her mouth, her hot, sucking lips sealed on my dick. She groaned, giving me such a wet, slobbering blowjob. The pleasure flowed through me, making my words so throaty.

“And they drive women wild.” I gave a smile. “I’m Becca Brittney, reporter for Channel 5 News, and I’m one of those hot, naughty dickgirls. Want to learn more? Want to see my futa-cock in action? Then tune in at Monday, 3 PM to Monique. Only on Channel 5.”

“Good,” Luka groaned, her body shivering. “Jenna, such an excellent blowjob.”

My daughter just moaned, her mouth sucking so hard. I shivered, my pussy clenching, the pressure building in my ovaries. All those eyes watching me had me so turned on. And recording this… It would be shown during the football game.

Thousands upon thousands of women would see me being so naughty with my daughter.

“Okay, let’s do the next one,” Luka groaned. “Jenna, sweetie, stop blowing your mother. We have to keep filming. You can gulp her cum down later.”

My daughter popped her mouth off my dick and pouted. “It’s such a yummy cock.”

“I know,” Luka said. “But we have to keep filming. Now in this one, Jenna, you’re kneeling on the floor like a cute, little bitch facing us while your mom fucks you from behind. Stare up at the camera and watch the teleprompter. We have a line for you to read, too.”

“Okay,” Jenna grinned. “I love having my mom’s big dick in me.”

“I know you do, sweetie,” Luka groaned.

“I know I’d love her big dick in me,” muttered Hosannah.

Jenna fell down on her hands and knees. Her skirt rode up that delicious rump, her shaved, barely legal twat beckoning to me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing for the incestuous delights of my daughter’s cunt.

I fell to my knees behind her. My daughter and I both groaned as my girl-cock slid into her molten depths. Her hot cunny sucked at my dick as I slid deeper and deeper into her. I shivered, biting my lip, pleasure rippling through my body.

“Oh, that’s such a good pussy,” I groaned, staring up at the camera.

“Now don’t fuck her hard,” Luka said. “Just nice and slow, pumping that big dick in and out of her. Camera two, I want you more to the side. Can you see her shaft going into her daughter’s snatch.

“Oh, yes,” Gary, the camera operator, groaned. “Damn, she’s hung.”

“I know,” Jenna groaned, her snatch clenching down on my girth.

“Becca, stare at Camera one. We’ll do the same pullback reveal. Hosannah, make sure you have Jenna in frame before she reaches her line.”

“I will,” groaned Hosannah.

“And action!”

My breasts jiggled beneath my transparent blouse as I pumped away at my daughter’s snatch. Not hard and fast like I wanted. I fought the urge to pound the little slut’s tight cunny hard. My pussy clenched, juices running down to my stocking thighs.

“Something hot and nasty is coming to Monique. An exploration of the deliciously wicked. They’re called futas.”

“So good,” Jenna whimpered, her pussy clenching down on my dick.

I shivered, my daughter bucking back into the thrust.

“And they drive women wild.” I gave a smile. “I’m Becca Brittney, reporter for Channel 5 News, and I’m one of those hot, naughty dickgirls. Want to learn more? Want to see my futa-cock fuck this slut hard? Then tune in at Monday, 3 PM to Monique. Only on Channel 5.”

“Where I’ll explode on my mom’s big dick!” Jenna howled, reading her line, putting such throaty enthusiasm into it.

“Good, good,” groaned Luka, moving forward. “Now keep fucking your daughter. We need her pussy full of cum for the next promo. And Jenna, you are a natural. Such a good, little whore.”

“Thanks,” Jenna said, licking her lips. “So you need my mom to cum fast.”

“Yes,” Luka groaned, wiggling her hips as I plowed my daughter’s pussy hard, fast.

“Then you should hike up your skirt and let me eat your pussy.” Jenna wiggled her hips, stirring her snatch around my pussy.

“I don’t know,” Luka groaned, her thoughts working while her lusts shuddered through her. “But we don’t need to worry about your makeup any longer. We won’t see much of your face. Just your ass and pussy. Okay.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Do it, smear your cunt across my daughter’s hungry mouth.”

I thrust harder into my daughter. I noticed the cameras were still rolling, Hosannah and Gary filming as Luka hiked up her skirt, revealing her golden-brown legs then her thick, black bush between her thighs. Juices glistened on her silk, clear rivulets trickling down her legs.

“Yum!” moaned my daughter, craning her head forward.

Luka adjusted herself, her pussy coming right to my daughter’s hungry mouth. My Hispanic producer moaned as my naughty daughter buried her face into hot snatch. Jenna’s incestuous flesh tightened on my thrusting cock.

Luka moaned. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her hips swaying from side-to-side, rubbing her muff onto my daughter’s lips. Jenna loved it, moaning as she licked and nuzzled. A shudder ran through me, my hips thrusting harder, pounding young cunt.

“Is this making you hotter, Becca?” panted Luka, her eyes fluttering. “Watching your sexy daughter lick my pussy?”

“So hot,” I groaned, leaning over my daughter.

Luka didn’t hesitate. She kissed me hard on the mouth. Her lips so hot on mine. Our tongues met, dancing around each other while I fucked my daughter so hard. I plowed into her tight snatch, pleasure racing through me.

Men groaned as they watched. Hosannah operated her camera one-handed again, digging her fingers into cameltoe. I shuddered, my pussy boiling. The sounds of my daughter’s licking, the heat of Luka’s mouth, her caressing tongue, all surged through me. Mixing, swirling, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

“Damn,” someone groaned. “Look at her go.”

“Such an amazing reporter.

“Yes,” my daughter moaned, voice muffled by Luka’s pussy.

I plowed my daughter’s tight cunt. Her flesh grew hotter, her silky embrace tighter. Then she let out a squealing moan. Her flesh rippled about my cock. I gasped, feeling her spasming cunt writhing about my girl-dick.

I slammed into her hungry depths, her pussy milking my clit-dick. She wanted me to cum into her. To flood her. I trembled, gripping her hips, and moaned into Luka’s lips. A dizzy wave of delight shot through me.

My futa-cum flooded my daughter’s snatch.

Her pussy massaged my spurting dick, convulsing around it, squeezing out every drop of her Mommy’s cum for the promo. I shuddered, clinging to her hips, kissing Luka so hard as the rapture surged through me.

Stars danced before my eyes.

Pussy juices washed down my thighs.

Luka broke the kiss. “Did you cum? Did you flood your whore-daughter’s cunt with your jizz?”

“So much jizz,” I moaned.

“Yes!” Luka moaned, trembling, her eyes wide as she came on my daughter’s mouth. “Jenna, don’t waste it. Hold it in. Keep that cunt clenched tight. Ooh, yes, let’s get into position.”

“How do you want us?” I groaned, my daughter’s pussy sucking out the last drops.

“You’ll… Fuck!” She trembled, her tits heaving beneath her blouse. “Oh, that’s so good. Such a good muff diver.”

“I raised my daughter well,” I grinned.

Luka stood up on trembling thighs. “Okay, Jenna, face away from the camera. Monique, say the lines. Then kneel down and spread your daughter’s butt-cheeks. Jenna, you’ll bend over so your skirt rises over your ass aimed right at Hosannah’s camera. Then let the cum flow.”

“Okay,” my daughter moaned, clenching her pussy tight about my cock.

I pulled out of her and helped my daughter stand. She turned around. I smoothed her skank skirt so it covered most of her delicious rump. She trembled, whimpering, her face twisted with strain, pussy juices dribbling down her chin.

“Hurry,” she groaned. “It all wants to flood out of me.”

I stared at the camera and read my line: “Something nasty and hot is coming to Monique. An exploration of the forbidden. They’re called futas. And they drive women mad with lust.”

I bent down, following the instructions on the teleprompter. My daughter bent over her, her pink skank skirt sliding up her delicious rear. I pried apart her butt-cheeks, pressing my face against her hip to stare at the camera.

“Yes,” Jenna hissed, and I knew my cum flowed out of her snatch.

Luka whimpered, licking her lips as she watched beside Hosannah’s camera.

“I’m Becca Brittney, reporter for Channel 5 News, and I’m one of those hot, naughty dickgirls. Want to know how that hot cum got in her barely legal snatch? Then tune in at Monday, 3 PM to Monique. Only on Channel 5.”

“Yes!” Luka gasped and then threw herself at my daughter.

Jenna stumbled forward as the Hispanic producer grabbed her hips. Teetering on her hooker heels, my daughter fell to the ground. She lay on her stomach while my producer buried her face into Jenna’s hot pussy, licking out my incestuous seed from her snatch.

I shuddered, my producer’s curvy ass wiggling at me. My dick ached and throbbed. An idea popped into my head for one last naughty promo. I glanced at Steve, an associate producer, asking, “Do we have time for one more promo?”

“Yeah,” he said, his hands rubbing at his crotch. “Jesus, she’s just licking your daughter’s cunt.”

“Yes, she is,” I moaned, my cock dripping with my daughter’s juices. “Camera 2, film my face. Camera one, my cock pounding Luka’s asshole.”

“We’ll do it,” Hosannah moaned, repositioning her shot.

“Just be ready for me to say my lines. It’ll be right before I cum.” I shuddered, bringing my pussy-soaked dick to Luka’s ass, my hand ripping up her skirt. The producer just tongued my daughter, oblivious to anything but satiating her lusts.

“We won’t miss it,” Hosannah promised.

I grinned and winked at the camera, bringing my pussy-soaked cock to Luka’s puckered asshole. I shivered, feeling the wrinkled sphincter against my cock. She moaned into my daughter’s snatch, Jenna writhing on the ground.

I thrust.

I groaned at my first taste of hot ass with my dick. The delicious, velvety texture caressed my cock as I sank into my producer’s bowels. My futa-cock ached, the tip drinking in the friction as I buried deeper and deeper into her bowels. My pale crotch pressed against her asshole, Luka shuddering, her golden-brown ass clenching, asshole squeezing my dick.

I drew back through her sheath, groaning. My large tits quivered in my see-through blouse. I whimpered, more pussy juices dribbled down my thighs. I felt all the cameras on me, the crew lusting for me, wishing they could bugger Luka and have it broadcast to the world.

But I made a deal with a wicked futa-fairy.

“Such a tight asshole,” I panted. “Ooh, Luka, you’re going to cum so hard on my big girl-dick, aren’t you?”

“So hard,” she whimpered into my daughter’s snatch. “Oh, yes, just ream me.”

I slammed back in, bringing a loud gasp from the Hispanic woman, muffled by my daughter’s snatch. The pleasure surged through me as I pumped away. I drove my clit-dick over and over into her bowels, the pleasure surging through me.

My pussy dripped. My tits heaved, nipples throbbing against the cloth of my blouse. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders as my thrusts grew harder and faster. My crotch smacked into the Hispanic slut’s curvy ass, flesh jiggling.

“Oh, god, your mother’s cock…” panted Luka. “Oh, god, Jenna.”

“I know,” the girl whimpered, her cute tush clenching as she humped back into Luka’s licking mouth.

My daughter had her face resting on her folded arms, her blonde hair spilling around her features. Her supple back flexed as she ground her hips. Her blue eyes squeezed shut. Then she let out a loud squeal, cumming on Luka’s hungry mouth.

“That’s it,” I snarled, gripping Luka’s hips. “That’s my naughty daughter cumming on your face. You made her cum so hard! Now it’s your turn.”

“Yes!” groaned Luka, her hips slamming back into my thrusts, my cock stirring so hard through her snatch. “Just flood my bowels with your jizz.”

I shivered, having a better idea for what to do with my spunk. My breasts heaved, my cock slamming over and over into her bowels. She grew hotter and hotter. My daughter kept squealing, Luka still feasting on her cunt as I plowed her.

Then those hot bowels spasmed on my dick. Luka groaned into my daughter’s snatch. Her head snapped up, her passion bursting from her lips. The unmistakable sounds of a woman cumming hard on a big futa-cock!

My head snapped to the camera, the hot bowels spasming around my shaft. My dick ached and throbbed. I didn’t fight my orgasm at all. My pussy grew juicier and juicier as I savored my producer’s spasming bowels.

My orgasm only strokes away.

“Something sexy and wild is coming to Monique,” I moaned, pumping towards my explosion. “An exploration of the impossible. They’re called futas.”

Luka’s bowels convulsed harder on my dick. She came again, moaning out her rapture in wordless delight. The pressure swelled in my ovaries. I was so close to erupting, thrusting as hard as I could, bringing myself to the brink.

And…

Now!

“With their throbbing cocks, they can make any woman cum And”—I ripped my cock out of Luka’s convulsing asshole, stroking hard twice, my pussy clenching—“they can fire their futa-jizz so hard, just bathing their lovers.”

My futa-spunk erupted from my dick. The cameras captured my white cum splashing across the Hispanic producer’s curvy ass. The pearly lines contrasting with her golden-brown skin. My tits heaved in my transparent blouse, the pleasure surging so hot through me.

“I’m Becca Brittney, reporter for Channel 5 News, and I’m one of those hot, naughty dickgirls. Want to learn more? Want to see my futa-cock in action? Then tune in at Monday, 3 PM to Monique. Only on Channel 5.”

The studio erupted in cheers. We’d filmed the hottest promos ever. My entire body swayed from the rapture of it. The pleasure surged through me. My pussy juices dribbled down my thighs as I squeezed out the final drops of cum onto Luka’s ass.

I couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s live interview on Monique’s afternoon show. 3 PM. And the sun didn’t set until after 4 PM. Perfect.

To be continued…

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