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    Lilith’s plague strikes Seattle.

    The Devil’s Pact
    by mypenname3000
    edited by Master Ken
    Copyright 2013, 2014

    Chapter Forty-Five: Wormwood

    Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

    We had been in San Francisco for a week, spreading the Holy Word, when Wormwood erupted. Brian fell ill, and a great fear clutched my heart. The hospitals had been overwhelmed and I could only sit next to my husband and pray. I furiously prayed to our Living Gods, over and over until my sex grew sore with the ferocity of my devotions. On the third night, the God appeared in a vision before me, glowing like the sun. He took me in the vision, pleasure suffusing my entire being. “All will be well, my slut,” he had proclaimed as my passion overcame me. “Your faith has been rewarded.” The next morning, Brian’s fever lifted.
    –Second Missionaries 14:01-03

    Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – City Hall, Seattle

    I found Mary in the mayor’s office, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mayor Erikson appeared to have been enthralled by Lamia – who was either Lilith or one of her daughters – and I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later.

    My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her.

    “Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?”

    I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. I sauntered to her and she slid off the desk. Man, she looked sexy in her fatigues, like an amazon.

    She kissed me with passion, pressing her body to me, and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. “Fuck me,” she hissed, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. “God, I need it so bad!”

    I spun her about, bent my wife over the desk. She pushed the computer monitor and keyboard to the side, and they crashed to the floor. I squeezed her ass through the fatigues, then ripped them off her ass along with the sky-blue boy-shorts she wore underneath. Her cunt was wet, waxed bare, and I whipped my cock out and shoved it in.

    “Fuck, that’s nice!” I moaned as I pounded her pussy.

    “Yes, yes!” she cried, writhing on the desk. “Take me, stallion!”

    The soldiers guarding the door were sure to hear us; that just made it hotter. I buried my shaft into my wife’s tight hole over and over. The desk rattled and slid on the beige carpet. Mary’s freckled ass jiggled every time I bottomed out in her cunt; the cheeks were plump, inviting, and I smacked my hand down on her ass.

    “Ohh, spank my ass!” Mary groaned.

    I slapped her again, leaving a red hand-print. Then I grabbed her auburn ponytail and yanked her head back. I usually wasn’t this rough with her, but after the fight, we both were boiling over with energy that needed a release.

    I pulled her head up, and whispered in her ear, “You like this? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

    “Yes, yes!” she cried out, her green eyes lidded with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, stud! Make me howl in pleasure!”

    “Naughty filly!” I panted, and slammed my rod harder into her cunt. “Naughty fucking filly!”

    “Yes! So naughty! I’m your naughty filly! Oh God, make me cum!”

    Her cunt convulsed on my cock as her passion swept through her. She felt delicious, wonderful as her sheath milked my cock. I pulled back, and drove my cock home. Every muscle in my body tensed as my passion exploded thick into her.

    Mary was shaking, breathing heavily, and then I heard a soft sob escape her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? “Did I hurt you?” I tenderly asked.

    “No,” she said, sniffing. “It’s just…You almost died again, Mark.”

    I pulled out of her, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk. Mary curled up on my lap, and I stroked her hair as she softly cried. “I didn’t die though,” I reassured her.

    “I know, but…it was so close.” She looked up at me, her green eyes red with emotion. “You were so burned. I didn’t even know how you were still standing.”

    “You have no idea how close it was,” I whispered.

    “What?”

    I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. “I almost killed her. I…”

    “Shh…” she said, putting her finger to my lips.

    I swallowed; she was right. It wasn’t safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil’s prison would have sprung open, and he would have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.

    I had to be more careful.

    Mary kissed me gently. She couldn’t say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it. She was trying to reassure me, to quell the guilt and recriminations that twisted about inside me. We had driven Lilith from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep, and we could take the time to figure things out, and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam should be leaving for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.

    The kiss was soft, gentle, loving. I stroked Mary’s face, relaxing into her lips. The kiss grew more passionate, Mary shifting, squirming on my lap as she kicked off her fatigues and underwear. My tongue explored her sweet mouth. I kept hold of her face, not wanting to break the kiss as she straddled me. We broke the kiss only long enough for me to pull her black halter-top off, my hands instantly going to her freckled breasts as we kissed again. Mary shivered in pleasure as I played with her nipples.

    My wife raised her hips up, guided my cock to her wonderful hole, and slid achingly slow down my shaft. I groaned into her lips, enjoying the sensation of being buried in her sopping cunt. Then she raised up slowly – a shudder passed through my body – and then back down. This wasn’t the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago; we were making love this time, slow and passionate.

    My right hand let go of her left breast, sliding down her silky skin to cup her plump ass, guiding her hips as she slowly rode me. The leather chair creaked and my stomach sank as it leaned back. For a moment, I feared the chair was falling backwards. Then it stopped; her breasts hung down to brush my chest. She smiled in relief, then she pumped up and down on my shaft.

    “Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her emerald eyes staring down at me. Her ponytail hung down her neck and brushed my shoulder. “I love you.”

    I squeezed her ass, urging her to go faster, and pulled her down for another kiss. I put all my love into my lips, nibbling on hers and playing with her tongue. She tasted sweet. She rocked faster on me. The pleasure intensified, building in my balls, and I drove my cock into her. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor, moving into a shaft of morning sunlight. Mary’s hair was a tongue of fire kissing my shoulder and chest as we made love.

    “My Mare!” I groaned, feeling my balls tightening. “I’m gonna cum.”

    “Do it,” she whispered, her face flushed and sweaty with passion. “Cum in me.”

    Her velvety cunt gripped my cock as she slammed down and I exploded in her. She mewled in pleasure, her body shaking atop me as her passion burst inside her. She gasped once, then sighed, and snuggled against my chest.

    “I love you, Mare,” I whispered, my hand stroking down her side, down to her baby bump. “You and our child.” I was going to have other children, with the sluts, with other women, but I knew I was going to love our children just a little bit more.

    “Our only child,” Mary sighed.

    “What?” I asked her. “We can have other children.”

    “Nuns don’t get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child.”

    I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair that I’m having all these children.”

    “It’s okay, Mark.” She shifted, looking up at me, and kissed me. “We’ll have one child, at least.”

    “One daughter. I told my sperm, remember.”

    She laughed. “It doesn’t work that way, Mark.”

    “Sure it does. Willow told me so. She’s an OB/GYN.”

    Mary rolled her eyes. It was good to see her happy. Maybe having only one kid wasn’t so bad, Mary wanted to name our first son Albert, after my grandfather. He was a great guy, but Albert was a terrible name. Our daughter would be named Chasity in memory of the loving woman that gave her life for Mary.

    “Fine, if we only have one child…” Mary started to say.

    “A daughter,” I corrected.

    “Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta,” Mary declared with a mischievous grin. Did she read my mind? “Chasity Alberta Glassner.”

    Fuck. That was almost as bad. I opened my mouth to object, when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering over to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary’s outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.

    “Master, Mistress,” she smiled, sitting down on a chair across from us.

    Mary smiled back, then climbed off me. Jessica’s eyes fell on her messy cunt, and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk’s edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife’s pussy and licked my cum out of her. Mary gripped her honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn hair tossed, and it wasn’t long before she was shuddering in pleasure, tossing me a smile over her shoulder as she came.

    “Umm, that was good,” Mary purred.

    “Thank you, Mistress,” Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.

    “Why don’t you bend over the desk and let Mark fuck your ass,” Mary ordered her. I smiled at Mary; she was a such loving wife, and always made sure my needs were taken care of.

    “Are you ready to run the city?” I asked Jessica as I hiked up her gray skirt.

    “Yes, I…ohh…am!” Jessica gasped as I slipped my cock into her tight ass.

    “Good, we’re heading back to Tacoma after this,” I told her, fucking her bowels.

    “I’ll make sure things run smooth, Master!”

    “I know you will. I have complete faith in you.”

    Her dark face flushed as she turned around to look back at me. “Thank you, Master! I won’t let you down.”

    Her ass was tight, hot, as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and her ass constricted slightly every time her little slit was struck.

    “I don’t trust the new head of Seattle’s Police,” I continued. “Have her arrested. In fact, you might want to purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men though.”

    “Oh, yes!” Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back against me. “That makes sense. She’s a man-hater.”

    “Round up all the high-ranking government officials that are women,” Mary commanded; she looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. “We’ll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent.”

    “Yes, Mistress!”

    Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. “Are you making my husband feel good, slut?”

    “I am, Mistress,” Jessica answered.

    “Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her.

    “Fuck, that’s hot,” I muttered as I watched my wife kissing Jessica. My balls were close to exploding, and I groaned and shot my wad into Jessica’s ass.

    Mary broke the kiss. “Clean his up cock, slut.”

    “Absolutely,” Jessica purred, and quickly knelt before me, sucking my dirty cock into her mouth.

    Mary slipped off the desk, rubbed Jessica’s head, and told her, “You’ll do just fine. We both love you.”

    Jessica beamed around my cock.

    The door banged opened and Sam walked in, flanked by Candy. “I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona.”

    “What?” I asked her as Jessica released my cock.

    “It’s possible she’s a trap,” Sam answered. “Fiona was left alone in the Mayor’s house with none of Lilith’s children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted.”

    “Lilith meant for her to get captured?” Mary asked.

    Sam nodded. “What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her. She’s a Warlock, right?”

    “Yeah,” I answered. “She’s made some Pact with Lilith.”

    “Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow. If you try to exorcise her, it’s possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you.”

    Mary paled, swallowing, and a chill ran through me.

    Candy nodded. “It’s what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!”

    “Then how do we interrogate her?” Mary asked. “I’m not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark.”

    It left a queasy feeling in my stomach, but we needed to know about Lilith’s plans. “Maybe there is a way,” I realized, glancing at my wife. “When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Tir – Sangi, the Democratic Republic of Congo

    I watched Thamina, my birth-mother, sit disconsolately on the doorstep of a rough hut.

    Fiona, her wife, never made it to the rendezvous. She was dead or captured; my birth-mother grieved her absence. We were in one of the three villages filled with the women we rescued from several ‘refugee’ camps in the jungles of Africa. In these camps, vile men called ‘warlords’ would wander in and claim these women for his men to be raped. Well, Mother sent my sisters and I to save them, and we made short work of a dozen of those bands. These women, recognizing the divinity of Mother, welcomed her embrace. By the end of the week, an army of my sisters would be born and we would retake Seattle.

    “Mother will save her,” I said, hugging my birth-mother.

    “No, she won’t.” Despair creased her dusky face. “Lilith doesn’t care.”

    “Of course Mother cares,” I protested. Mother loved all her followers; she said so all the time. “You’re just sad, but Fiona will be fine.” She buried her face in my chest, and I held my birth-mother, and chirped a reassuring song to her. My song trilled beautifully, soft and comforting, and I rocked her as she sobbed, gently stroking her black hair.

    “Tir,” Mother purred.

    I shuddered in delight, looking up at a perfect face framed by silver hair. Lilith. My Mother. She was the Ideal woman, the mold all others were imperfectly cast from. Her lust poured over me, over us. Even my sobbing mother shuddered in pleasure. Lilith ignored my birth-mother, staring down at me.

    “How is the disease progressing?”

    “Wormwood is spreading through the population,” I answered, reaching out to sense my half of the disease.

    I could feel it. Every man who drank from the city’s water supply. The man he infected on his way to work, to school, to breakfast, to the gym. Some left the city, spreading it to the communities surrounding Seattle. Others entered the city and became infected. Even better, some had boarded planes, traveling to other parts of the United States and to other parts of the world. When the symptoms started manifesting in a few days, the world would descend into chaos.

    “Wormwood?” Lilith asked. “That is what you’re calling it?”

    “It seemed appropriate, Mother.”

    Mother laughed, rich, beautiful. It made my song sound like an off-tune screech. “It does.”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Fiona Cavanagh – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

    I lay on the hotel bed, watched by two of Mark’s disgusting bodyguards. They still wore the same, ridiculously slutty, cop outfits. Though the chokers with their number printed on them was new.

    How degrading. Mark couldn’t even call them by their names, he just assigned them numbers. A pig who viewed women as nothing more than objects to satiate his myriad, twisted lusts. And that whore he married was even worse. Not only did she tolerate his degrading behavior, she encouraged it by finding women and serving them up to him so he could feast upon them.

    I didn’t recognize the two bodyguards. Of course they were beautiful, and Mark dressed them in such demeaning outfits. The Hispanic guard’s large tits looked about ready to spill out of her top, and she wore no bra to give those large breasts any support, poor girl. Her number was 127. Next to her stood 126, a porcelain faced, Korean beauty. When did he get that many bodyguards?

    I gave a snort of laughter. He’s taken over the entire country, would soon control the entire world, and had driven my Goddess from her place of power, and here I am wondering when they expanded their bodyguards. Get your priories straight, woman!

    I curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow, and wondered if Thamina was okay. And Ziki, my daughter with Lilith. She had been masquerading as Nate Kirkpatrick, head of Human Resources for the city of Seattle. Were they alive? The warehouse had been burned down. Did Thamina escape? She could make a portal to the Shadows, so she should have been able to escape. I didn’t want to lose my dusky, Arab princess! She must have escaped!

    Right?

    And what was going to happen to me? Would Mark try to make me his whore again? No. My deal with Lilith should protect me from his control. So what would they do to me? Rape me? Torture me for information? I remembered how they treated Karen when she attacked them. They degraded her, broke her spirit until she agreed to be their little slut. Would they do that to me? Force me to be their whore again and wear that loathsome choker?

    For a moment I couldn’t breath, remembering the choker tight about my neck, strangling the will and dignity out of me. No! I’m a free woman! I will not submit to their vile lusts again!

    At noon, they brought me a hamburger and fries for lunch. If I had any hope of escaping, I needed to keep my strength up. That’s what people always said in movies in these situations. Keep my spirits up, keep my strength up, and wait for my captors to mess up and take my chances with an escape. After I ate, they let me use the bathroom, but one of the guards, 127 and her huge tits, followed me in.

    As I sat on the toilet, pissing, I eyed her gun. I could go for it, grab it and shoot my way out.

    The guard shifted, sensing my gaze and turning her body so the gun was on the other side. A warning look flashed across her dark face. I flushed. Crap! Now they would be more careful. When I finished peeing, the guard watched me wipe myself.

    “You can take a shower,” 127 told me.

    “Are you going to watch?” I asked.

    She gave me an apologetic smile. “Those are my orders. You should get used to this. Criminals always get watched.”

    “Is that what I am?” I asked, a bitter taste in my mouth. I reached into the shower and turned the knobs.

    “Of course,” she answered. “You served their enemies.”

    “We’re fighting for you,” I told her as I disrobed. “For every woman oppressed by a man.”

    “I’m not oppressed.”

    I laughed. “They why do you dress like a slut? You do it for Mark’s perverse amusement.”

    “And why shouldn’t my God delight in my form? Aren’t I a gorgeous, sexy woman?”

    “You’re his slave, his toy!” I snapped at her.

    “So? I chose to be their slave.” Her eyes burned with fervor. “When I saw them wreathed in flames, standing triumphant before that false god Brandon, I knew I had to serve them. I quit my job, dumped my boyfriend, and traveled here.” An exultant smile filled her face. “And they let me serve them. A flawed, imperfect human unworthy of their time or attention. Being their whore is a small price to pay.” She let out a long, low sigh. “No, it was a wonderful price to pay. Her pussy tastes divine and his cock feels magical as it pistons inside me!”

    I stared dumbfounded at her, then shut the shower curtain. She was like Alison and the other sluts that chose to stay with him. No, she was worse. The other sluts were clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome. But this woman chose Mark; I shuddered at the thought.

    “Guards have died for them, why would you chose that?” I asked her.

    “I was a cop. I already decided to put my life on the line for others. This is no different.” There was a pause. “No, this is very different. They’re the Living Gods, the hope for mankind in defending against the demons. Like your foul Lilith!”

    I stiffened. “My Goddess just wants to liberate women from the oppression of men! We are not objects to be used and discarded at their whims! We’re smarter, more compassionate, more loving! We’re not violent, we wouldn’t cause war and suffering!”

    She snorted a laugh. “Trust me, women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men.”

    There was no talking to this bimbo, and I turned my back and tried to enjoy my shower. With the curtain shut, I almost felt alone. Almost. I tried to ignore her shadow, the sound of her booted heels clicking on the tiled floor, and the muffled squawk of her radio.

    “You’re clean,” 127 barked, finally growing impatient.

    I reached out, shut the water off. A towel was flung over the curtain; I dried myself off, wrapping it around my hair. I opened the curtain, and I put on a terry cloth robe with the hotel’s monogram.

    Mark and Mary awaited me in the hotel room.

    My blood chilled as Mark’s blue eyes fixed on me and I suddenly felt naked; I clutched the robe tight around me. Oh, Goddess, this is it! He’s going to try and make me his whore again. I started to tremble and froze in place. Be strong! You have to survive. For Thamina and for Lilith. They can only harm my body, not my mind.

    Not my soul!

    “Hello, Fiona,” Mary purred and I flushed.

    My eyes slid to her and I remembered just how beautiful she was, the most gorgeous, sexy, radiant woman in the world. A warmth spread through my loins. I licked my lips, remembering how soft and moist her lips were. I used to love nursing at her perky breasts, and worshiping at her delicious cunt—sweet and spicy and wonderful on my tongue. Goddess, what was wrong with me. My nipples hardened. The terry cloth robe rubbed pleasantly on my sensitive nubs, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in my loins.

    “I see that you’re not immune to all my powers,” Mary cooed.

    “How?” I asked. Mark had tried to give me orders already. “Lilith protected me from your mind control. We made a Pact!”

    “I wished for all women to desire me,” Mary answered. “Lilith told me it wasn’t mind control. It merely lowered your inhibitions until you can’t control your desire for me.”

    Mary stood up, slipping off the light, green dress she wore. She was naked underneath, beautiful, perfectly formed. Oh, Goddess, she was right. I wanted her so bad. I struggled, forcing my desire down. I pictured Thamina. I just needed to focus on my wife and fight these desires. She walked to me, her ass swaying. Her stomach was round, her pregnancy starting to show. I wanted to kiss her belly, and rub my face against her silky skin.

    “Mmm, I’ve missed you, Fiona.” She stood just a foot away, her eyes green pools, shining with lust. I shuddered as she reached out, touching my arm. “Why don’t you take that off so we can get reacquainted.”

    It’s just one little request, I told myself. And it was so hot in here. I slipped the robe off, her eyes falling down to my full breasts. I felt a little pleased; she found me attractive. I raised my hand, reaching for her when I froze. What are you doing, Fiona. Remember Thamina. I pictured her round, dusky face and dark eyes shining with love. I had to be strong!

    I pulled my hand back and stepped away.

    Mary frowned and I froze in place; I didn’t want to disappoint her. Mary’s hand reached out, and I shivered as she caressed my stomach, trailing down to finger my fiery-red bush. “You let it grow out?”

    “Yes,” I answered, trying to sound defiant instead of eager. I failed.

    Mary stepped closer, her dusky nipples inches from brushing my breasts as her face swam before me. I licked my lips as she leaned in, closing my eyes, and I melted into her lips. I’m so sorry, Thamina, I just couldn’t resist her. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her beautiful body into mine. I rubbed myself against her, reveling in the feel of her silky skin on my body.

    I whimpered in disappointment when Mary broke the kiss. She turned, her plump ass swaying as she walked to the bed. She stretched out, then beckoned to me with a single finger. Smiling, I eagerly moved to the bed, sliding down next to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark’s leering, blue eyes. I didn’t care, all that mattered was extinguishing the inferno Mary had stoked in my pussy.

    I kissed Mary, my hands gently grasping her perky breasts. I fingered her nipples, then I kissed down her chin, nuzzling into her neck. Her fingers left trails of fire as she traced my skin. I moved lower and lower, rubbing my cheek into her breast and enjoying Mary’s mewls of pleasure as I brushed against her hard nipple.

    “Where is Lilith?” Mary asked.

    I froze, my lips inches from her nipple. I looked up at her questioning eyes. “I can’t tell you that.”

    “Why not?” Her hand reached down, fondled my breast. “It would make me so happy. And then I’ll make you very happy.”

    I so wanted to make her happy. But Lilith was my goddess. “I’m sorry,” I croaked. “I can’t.”

    Her finger found my nipple, gently circling my areola and sending pleasure shooting down to my loins. My lips engulfed her nipple; maybe I could make her happy another way. I sucked, swirling my tongue about her hard nub, my other hand questing between her legs, and discovered her dripping-wet pussy. I teased her outer lips, then found her hard pearl and gently rubbed it.

    “Umm, that’s nice,” Mary purred. “You want to make me happy, don’t you Fiona?”

    “I do,” I insisted, slipping two fingers into her cunt.

    “Then tell me where Lilith is.”

    “Africa,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Mary’s hips writhed beneath me. “A tiny village in Africa. The Congo, I think.”

    “Good, Fiona,” Mary purred, then she pushed my head down. “You can use your mouth to please me.”

    I kissed her round stomach, rubbed my cheek through her pubic hair – still styled it into a fiery-heart – then I found her wet, beautiful pussy. I breathed in her sweet, spicy fragrance, spread her pink lips open, and dove in. How I missed this wonderful flavor! Mary moaned, arching her back as my tongue dove into her hole. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me.

    “127, suck my cock,” I heard Mark order.

    “With pleasure, sir!”

    There was metallic rasp, then a sloppy, sucking sound. I ignored it; let the pervert watch. Nothing mattered as long as I made Mary happy. My tongue probed her hole, fucking into her while my fingers reached around her hips to pinch gently at her clit. Mary’s hand grabbed my strawberry-blonde hair, and pulled me harder into her cunt, writhing her hips.

    “Oh, fuck, that’s nice!” she gasped. “You fucking whore! I’m gonna cum all over your pretty, little face!”

    That sounded wonderful!

    I massaged her clit harder and really worked my tongue into her cunt’s depths. Her moans grew louder, and I had to hold on tight as her hips writhed beneath my tongue’s assault. Her body went rigid, shuddering a few times as a flood of delicious juices poured out of her cunt into my eager mouth.

    “Fuck, that was amazing!” she gasped. I looked up her sweaty body, past her heaving breasts, to the smile on her lips. I crawled up her body, my heavy breasts dragging across her skin. I kissed her; her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her pussy and savoring her flavor.

    “I need to cum so bad,” I whispered, rubbing my pussy on her thigh.

    “I’ll let you cum, if you tell me one thing.”

    “Anything,” I begged.

    “What is Lilith going to do next?”

    I bit my lip. It felt so wonderful to rub my pussy on her thigh, relieving that ache inside me. “A plague. Tir, one of her daughters, has been working on it.”

    “A plague?” Mark asked, concerned.

    “It’s not ready,” I quickly reassured him, then frowned. Why was I telling Mark anything?

    Mary pressed her thigh up into my cunt, and I rubbed harder on her, the pleasure driving my question from my mind. “What kind of plague?”

    “It…it…” I tried to speak. This was Lilith’s deepest secret. I couldn’t revel it. But her thigh felt so amazing, so silky smooth. She was relieving this terrible ache inside me. She was giving me this great pleasure; it would be wrong of me not to tell her. “It will kill all the men,” I finally gasped, then I shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me.

    “But it’s not ready?” Mary asked.

    “No,” I sighed as the toe-curling release flooded through me. It felt so wonderful to cum.

    She slid out from underneath me and I stared in confusion at her. “Take her to the prison,” Mary commanded preemptively. “Keep her gagged and watched at all times!”

    127 and 126 grabbed me. There was a line of Mark’s cum leaking down 127’s face, dripping down to her dark, heavy breasts. “What, why?” I asked, my mind still addled with lust.

    “You sided with Lilith,” Mary spat at me as she pulled on her dress.

    “We let you go because we loved you,” Mark said, his blue eyes hard with anger. “We would have left you alone! You can rot in the jail while we figure out what to do with you.”

    And then Mary was gone; my thoughts suddenly cleared, like a car window being defrosted. It came crashing down on me. I betrayed Lilith. And I betrayed Thamina. I collapsed in the bodyguards’ grip, sobbing hysterically as they shoved a gag in my mouth, and dragged me out of the hotel.

    My Goddess, what had I done.

    Friday, November 15th, 2013 – Jessica St. Pierre – Seattle, WA

    The first week of governing the city of Seattle was over. I needed to blow off some steam.

    The last three days had been long and frustrating as I ferreted out all the followers of Lilith from the city’s government. Over three hundred women had been rounded up and interned at the Washington State Convention Center. Master or Mistress would have to sort through them. Luckily, Nate Kirkpatrick, the head of HR for the city, was a great help in identifying those who might not be trustworthy.

    Master had left two companies of soldiers, almost three hundred men, to protect me and to search for any of Lilith’s children that lurked in the city. Seattle itself was peaceful. Many of the citizens were under my Masters’ control. Often Master or Mistress would broadcast general orders to the population—to obey laws, be happy, follow orders, and so on. Crime in Seattle, and the country, had plummeted dramatically. Utopia was slowly, and painfully, being forced upon mankind.

    The Humvee that chauffeured me around pulled up at the Four Seasons Hotel. A squad of soldiers – 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment, all pledged to Master – escorted me in. They were all young and rugged men, and very sexy in their fatigues and bulky body armor. And their big guns; my juices trickled down my thighs! I could feel their eyes on my taut body.

    I wore a micro skirt that barely covered my rear and thigh-high fishnets. And no panties; I had to be ready to be fucked. Stiletto heels gave my ass more shape and added an extra, sexy sway to my walk. My blouse was pink silk, and clung to my braless breasts like a second skin. Tight about my throat was a gold choker. Even though I ran the city, it was important that people knew whom I belonged to.

    “Good evening, Holy Slut,” Yvonne, the night concierge, greeted as I walked in. She was a fiercely beautiful Black woman; a leather choker tight about her neck proclaimed her devotion to Mark and Mary. I couldn’t help touching my own, gold choker.

    “Yvonne,” I smiled back, remembering my first night in the hotel and the very warm welcome she gave me. She was as fierce in bed as she looked, and left me gasping in pleasure. Afterward, she had told me about the time Master fucked her in the elevator last June. Fiona had been with him that night, and I suppressed a surge of anger. Both Fiona and Thamina had sided with Lilith. Ungrateful bitches!

    The elevator dinged; I was pressed into the rear of the elevator as my protectors piled in around me, sandwiching me between two handsome, young privates—Brasher and Santillian. I smiled winsomely at Private Brasher, a flush spreading across his young, handsome face. He was a few inches shorter than me, but I could feel just how solidly built he was as I pressed my body against him. Private Santillian was tall and whip thin, a charming, confident smile on his Latino face.

    “Hmm, you boys are strong,” I purred on the ride up.

    Private Brasher flush deepened, and Private Santillian’s leer grew. “I could show you just how strong I am, chica.”

    I boldly glanced at Santillian. “Oh, do you think you’re man enough to handle me?”

    “Chica, I have the biggest cock in the company! A foot-and-a-half just for you!”

    “More like an inch-and-a-half,” another soldier laughed.

    “Hey, you been lookin’ at me in the shower again, Pearson?”

    “Oh, yeah,” Pearson replied sarcastically, “I’m unable to resist your Latin magnetism.”

    “Damn straight! No-one can resist my manliness!” He turned to me, grabbing my hand and shoving it on his crotch. “That’s no inch-and-a-half, eh, chica?”

    I gave his hard cock a squeeze as the elevator dinged. “Hmm, that may get the job done.” I reached out and grabbed Brasher’s crotch and felt how hard he was. The other soldiers piled out of the elevator, scanning the hallway for threats briefly. “I think I need two strong men to keep me safe and sound all night long.”

    “Eres una perra caliente,” Santillian breathed as I sauntered out of the elevator.

    Pearson opened the suite room with a keycard, the lock whirring. As I walked across the suite to my bedroom, I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor. I wanted all the soldiers to see my perky, caramel breasts topped with dark-chocolate nipples.

    “Holy shit,” Private Brasher muttered as a soldier patted him on the shoulder.

    “Fuck that slut,” another soldier called out. I smiled, glad they knew what I was, then I dropped my skirt and disappeared into my room.

    “You are smokin’ hot, chica!”

    I turned to find Private Santillian pushing into the room. I pressed against his bulky body armor, kissing his handsome face with passion. His hands wasted no time in squeezing my ass hard. The other soldiers whistled and jeered. I pushed away and found the nervous Brasher. I pulled him to me, bent down and kissed him on the lips. He was stiff, awkward, but he got into it after a moment.

    “Why am I the only one naked?” I pouted, moving to the bed and stretching out so they could feast on my body.

    “¡Madre de dios!” Santillian breathed as he began ripping off his gear, dumping it messily to the floor. Next to him, Brasher just stared dumbfounded at me as I played with my hard nipple. I smiled invitingly at him; he began fumbling with his body armor.

    “Fuck,” he muttered, struggling with a stuck strap.

    Santillian peeled off his shirt, reveling a slim, yet toned body, like a swimmer, the muscles rippling beneath the nut-brown skin as he moved. He bent down to unlace his boots, muttering curses as his haste made the knots worse. Brasher finally took his body armor off and dropped his thick, webbed belt and tore off his shirt. He had a few tattoos on his thickly muscled body: a screaming skull on one upper arm, and the words ‘Indianhead’ and ‘We Serve’ on the other.

    “Here I come, chica!” the now naked Private Santillian exclaimed.

    His cock – not the foot-and-a-half he had boasted, but it wasn’t tiny either, a good eight or nine inches – proudly jutted out from a nest of thick, black hair. He crawled on the bed, kissing me; my hands sought out his cock, stroking the hard shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts painfully hard, roughly pinching my nipples. My cunt loved it; a flood of juices wept from my hungry hole.

    I broke the kiss and saw Private Brasher had stripped. His cock was shorter, but thick, and uncut, the dark head peaking out of foreskin. I patted the other side of the bed and he shyly walked over, sitting on the edge.

    “You’ve never done a threesome before?” I asked the shy soldier, sitting up and draping myself across his muscular back and licking at his ear.

    “No,” he admitted.

    “Hey, vato, it’s only gay if we touch,” Santillian assured him. “As long as you’re touching this hot chica everything’s just fine.”

    I reached around, feeling Brasher’s muscular chest and his hard abs before I found his cock. I gripped it, rubbing the head; he shuddered in pleasure. I pushed him back on the bed, my mouth reaching down to suck his cock in my hungry lips. Brasher moaned as I let my teeth gently graze his sensitive head, then I swirled my tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

    I loved being a slut!

    “Shit,” Brasher muttered.

    Santillian’s hands grabbed my ass, giving me a good squeeze, then he pulled my butt up in the air and spread my legs. “Gonna taste your clam before it gets all messed up, chica,” he muttered, his breath hot on my juicy cunt.

    As I bobbed my head, Santillian’s rough tongue swiped through my slit, starting at my clit and going all the way up to my taint. He moaned in satisfaction, then buried his lips into my snatch, his tongue wiggling all over. I could feel rough stubble tickling my vulva; I squealed in delight about Brasher’s cock as I enjoyed Santillian’s muff diving. His fingers pinched my clit, sending shuddering pleasure through me.

    I moaned in disappointment when Santillian stopped tonguing me. I could feel him moving around behind me, the bed shifting about, then his hand was on my hip, and his cock nudged my pussy. He pushed slowly into me; his cock spread me open and filled me up. I gave him a squeeze with my cunt, and then he fucked me, ramming that hard shaft deep into me and igniting my passions.

    “This puta just came on my cock!” He smacked my ass; I sucked harder on Brasher’s dick.

    “Fuck, fuck, goddamn fuck,” Brasher moaned; his hands reached out. grabbing my head. Then his hips thrust, fucking his pole into my mouth, and shoving my head roughly up and down on his cock. “Fucking slut! Take it, whore!” I gagged as his cock erupted in my mouth; I swallowed his salty cum as fast as I could. “Goddamn,” he muttered, letting me go.

    His cock slid out of my mouth. I gulped a deep breath of air as Brasher panted on the bed. I looked back at Santillian, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded my cunt, and I slammed back into him. His cock stirred me up, bringing my pussy closer and closer to another explosive orgasm.

    “Fuck me!” I groaned. “Shit, your cock is driving me crazy!”

    “Course it is, chica. I got the best cock on the planet! Ain’t no-one gonna fuck you this good!”

    “Oh, there’s one cock better,” I groaned.

    “Whose?” he grunted.

    “My Master’s!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me, milking his cock, hungry for his cum.

    “Fucking puta!”

    His cum blasted into me, and I collapsed onto the bed, his cock popping out of me. I rolled over onto my back, reached down and scooped up a glob of his cum leaking out of my pussy. I stared at the milky fluid, then I sucked the salty cream into my mouth.

    “You one dirty chica.”

    “I’m a slut,” I proudly declared.

    “Yeah, you are,” Brasher panted, reaching out to grab me. “My dick wants a taste of that pussy.”

    I glanced at his hardening cock and grinned at him. “I’m ready for you.”

    Santillian scooted over as Brasher mounted me, his short, fat cock spearing hard into my greasy depths. Gods, it was the fattest cock I ever had. It almost hurt as he spread me open, a delicious ache that revved my engine. Brasher started fucking me faster, his mouth finding my dark nipples and sucking hard on them.

    “Fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted as I writhed beneath Brasher. He ravished me like a hungry beast, pounding hard at my cunt. “Oh, shit! Yes, yes, yes!” My cunt clamped hard on his cock as a third orgasm exploded through me. My head lolled to the side as I writhed in pleasure, and saw Santillian polishing his hard pole.

    I had to feel that inside me again. I told Brasher to roll over and I rode him, his hands squeezing my breasts. I looked over at Santillian, and reached behind me, spreading my asscheeks, and gave him a suggestive smile.

    “Fucking puta,” he excitedly muttered as he moved around the bed.

    He smacked my ass and I squealed in delight. He spread my cheeks, the tip of his cock sliding about my crack as he struggled to shove it up my ass. His dick found my tight hole; he pushed. “Oh god!” I moaned, relaxing my ass as he slowly invaded me. I was so full, both my holes stuffed with cock. Santillian pulled back and shoved again, building a slow rhythm as he fucked me.

    The pleasure spurred my hips into moving, riding up and down on Brasher’s dick and finding a rhythm with Santillian’s thrusts. I moaned as the cocks reamed my holes. Electricity rippled through me as both shafts pistoned in and out of me. It was so amazing! Two dicks sawed inside me, rubbing my sensitive flesh and driving me wild with passion.

    “You are one fuckin’, wild puta!” Santillian hissed, gathering a handful of hair and pulling my head back. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow after we’re done fucking you!”

    “Oh, yes!” I screamed. “Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your dicks!”

    I shoved my ass back, burying his cock deep inside me, then I slammed my cunt down on Brasher’s fat dick. Brasher sucked at my tits again, his teeth painfully nipping my nubs. I was going to burst inside. I could feel it. My passion grew and grew, swelling up until I couldn’t think anymore. All I could do was pant and let these two men fuck me hard.

    To use me for their pleasure like the slut I am!

    “Take it puta! Take it!” Santillian hissed in my ear as he pulled my hair, sending sharp pain through me, and adding fuel to my growing fire. He buried inside me and erupted, painting my bowels with his cum.

    “Yes!” I howled as my passion burst and intense pleasure roared through me.

    My vision blackened; I collapsed on Brasher’s muscular chest. Santillian’s cock popped out of my ass, and Brasher kept thrusting his dick up into my cunt. I was too weak, too lost to the pleasure, to do anything as Brasher flipped me onto my back. He let out a loud grunt, then pounded away at my pussy.

    “Whore!” Brasher gasped every time he bottomed out in me, his degrading words fanning the flames of my orgasms to burn hotter. “Whore! Whore! Fucking Whore!”

    I am a whore! Their whore! My pussy kept cumming, squeezing his thick shaft as he pumped it in and out of me. His face contorted in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, and then his cum flooded my pussy. He stayed in me, breathing hard, staring down at me. I reached up and stroked his muscled arm, smiling at him.

    “That was great, baby,” I purred.

    With a grunt he pulled out of me and went to find his pants. I sat up on my elbows, a dull, pleasant ache in my well-fucked pussy and admired his muscular body as he dressed. Santillian lounged naked on a chair, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he slept. Sleep sounded great, but my stomach rumbled, so I reached for the phone to order some room service for dinner.

    There was a knock at the door. “Ma’am, they need you back at city hall.”

    Dread filled me on the entire drive back to City Hall.

    “We’ve had a hundred and three men walk in complaining of sores and rashes, sore throat, fever, sudden hair loss, and muscle ache,” Dr. Simpson explained on the conference call as I sat in the Mayor’s office – my office – in City Hall. “Once admitted, we’re seeing their conditions rapidly deteriorate into paralysis and blindness, before they suffer cardiac arrest and die.”

    I looked at my advisers: Nate Kirkpatrick, the city’s head of HR who quickly had become my right-hand man; the six male city council members – the others council members were women, and I ordered them interned – and Lieutenant-Colonel Maxey, commanding officer of 1st Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment. They all looked as horrified as I felt at the news, even Colonel Maxey. Gods! In a day, a hundred men dead or dying of some disease. A chill spread through me. This was Lilith’s plague. But Fiona said it wasn’t ready yet. Did she lie, or did Lilith hold back information from her?

    No, that doesn’t matter now. I need to deal with this plague. That’s what’s important.

    “It’s a very unusual disease,” Dr. Simpson continued. He was the Chief of Medicine at the University of Washington’s Medical Clinic. “So far, only men have fallen ill. Every hour more and more keep showing up. And not just at my hospital.”

    “We need to quarantine the city,” I commanded, amazed at how firm my voice was—I felt like a mass of jello inside. But I led Seattle. I needed to remain calm and in control. Master and Mistress trusted me with this important task, and there was no way I would fail them!

    “It may be too late for that,” Dr. Simpson responded. “While the hospitals in Seattle are getting the most admittance, hospitals in the greater Puget Sound region are receiving similar cases.”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Lilith – The Abyss

    I watched the chaos of the hospital’s ER from the Shadows. It was crammed full of sick men. Their pitiful moans were sweet music; I savored every, agonizing moment. The first man died just an hour ago. I watched his final, gasping breath as the doctors struggled to keep him alive.

    He wouldn’t be the last.

    Wormwood burned like a wildfire, spreading through the world. The first cases were already overwhelming the hospitals in Seattle and the surrounding communities. Mark would be too distracted as the disease broke out across America, across the Earth. In a few days, the chaos would be so great my daughters will have no trouble retaking my demesne.

    I floated up, surveying Seattle. It would be mine again!

    To be continued…


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  • LORNA MEETS SARAH

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    The first time a woman had ever watched me giving a man fellatio was very recent, before she knelt in front of me, parting my legs, licking and kissing her way up my thighs. See my story, LORNA MEETS CECIL.

    Her tongue expertly finding my clit. My first ever lesbian lover, I loved it, Cecil my lover, was almost correct when he told me, “Women are always better at tongue fucking another woman than men.”

    When I first met Cecil, he told me he was a widely published writer of business books, many of them used as tertiary texts. Adding he was also a prolific writer of porn stories, hundreds of them on a porn website.

    He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?”

    Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his porn stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with.

    We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning.

    “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

    “Yes I have, she is a very exciting bisexual woman.”

    “Would you like to meet her? I feel sure you and Sarah would be very compatible.”

    We were very compatible from the moment we met. Greeting each other by lightly kissing with our tongues. Our eyes darting all over each other. Undressing each other with our eyes.

    Sarah telling me, “Cecil speaks highly of you. He told me you were a very exciting lover. Did he explain to you I was bi? That I have an incredibly high sex drive? That I thrive on sexual excitement, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay, even the lack of it sometimes, to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

    She had my full attention as she continued, “l am of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.” So much information to tempt me.

    Holding my hand, sucking my middle finger, looking me straight in the eye when she told me, “And I love being teased and licked.” Lunch together the same day. Sarah opening up to me. Confirming she was an exciting bi-sexual woman. Intent on seducing me. Wanting her to seduce me.

    Taking in her every word when she told me, “I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my big ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction of men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

    “I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

    “Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we sometimes share another female which we both enjoy.”

    Asking myself would I be comfortable in that situation with Sarah and her man who I hadn’t met? Yes, I would be, Sarah had me hooked. I want to have her, a mutual seduction. And perhaps share her with her man? Stretch my sexual boundaries even further?

    Sarah continued, “I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay, or sometimes the lack of it, to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

    “I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for him. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me. I was twenty-years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. It was around the same time I gave a man a blow job for the first time. I soon realised the power I could have over a man while giving him oral sex.

    “Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, I love being licked and teased. Though it was almost twenty years later before another woman licked me to orgasm.

    Later in my condo Sarah showed me how she much she loved being licked, teased and edged by both sexes. In a Uber on the way to my condo we had our hands all over each other, kissing with our tongues, our hands teasing the insides of each other’s thighs.

    Helping Sarah undress for me before we showered. A self satisfied look on her face as she dropped her knickers to show me her totally bald cunt lips. An exciting new look for me. Showering together, sliding our erect nipples over each other’s. Passionately kissing as we towelled each other dry.

    Licking Sarah like an ice cream, her magnificent big ass a new turn on for me, talking to me while I licked and kissed it. Licking and sucking her erect nipples, before I licked her bald cunt lips, the first time I had seen a woman with a totally bald cunt.

    Thriving on the challenge of bringing her to orgasm. Listening to her urging me, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” as she orgasmed almost repeatedly. A multi orgasmic woman for me.

    A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck.

    Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognised as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

    I quickly became apparent they were all going to watch Marie seduce me. Six months ago I was wondering if I would ever a sex life again. Now Sarah holding my hand, kissing me lightly for the benefit off her bi girlfriends as one of her girlfriends undressed me, another of them undressing Marie. Bi-sexual love making or bi-sexual group sex I wondered as Marie and I looked at each others now naked bodies.

    Maries and me lusting after each other with barely a word spoken, Sarah had matched us well. The age difference a bonus turn on for everyone in the room. Sarah helping me settle in a chair, standing behind me, kissing me over my shoulder as Marie parted my legs, licking her way up my thighs.

    Anticipating her tongue on my clit, so good with four women watching, including Sarah my new same sex lover. All of the women naked as they watched Marie making love to me. Kissing with our tongues, licking and sucking my tits. Teasing my clit with her tongue. Two of Sarah’s friends making love while they watched. Sarah naked, holding hands with the other woman, a hand on her ass.

    So comfortable and so exciting for me, a much younger bi woman, almost a young girl making love to me, tongue fucking me, with Sarah my new bi lover watching.

    Sarah finally inviting me to her condo to meet her man on a Sunday afternoon. The thought of Sarah making love to me while her man watched such an exciting thought,

    So exciting Sarah seducing me, undressing me while her man Roger watched, returning her kisses all the while.

    I was on my back on a bed, a pillow under my ass while Roger was fully clothed along side the bed holding my hand, as he watched his lady Sarah making love to me, tongue fucking me. A huge turn on for me, another bi woman tongue fucking me with her fully clothed man watching, admiring my naked body.

    Hoping and wondering if he and Sarah were going to turn this into a three-way for me. Wanting them both to pleasure me, especially after some of the things Sarah had told me about her man Roger.

    So excited at the thought of tongue fucking Sarah while her man watched, preferably naked. He did watch while naked, with a wonderful big thick erection while Sarah sat in a chair, legs spread for me, my arms wrapped around them, one leg over my shoulder.

    Roger sliding the tip of his erection over Sarah’s rock hard nipples, before he slid his erection between her pursed lips in a fucking motion.

    Inviting me to visit them again the next Friday night. Sarah phoning me during the week to confirm and asking if she could speak openly to me.“If I am speaking out of turn, just say no. Roger wants to have you while I watch, tongue fuck you. I want to lick and kiss your nipples while I watch. Am I speaking out of turn Lorna? If you need to think about it you can call me back.”

    Thirty-minutes I did call her back, my phone on speaker, naked apart from my wide open silk blouse, teasing my clit with a fingertip, my favourite vibrator at hand. Asking Sarah to explain to me again what her plans were for the Friday night.

    Wanting to make it obvious to Sarah I was masturbating for her and the thought of her watching her man tongue fucking me.

    “You sound preoccupied. Are you masturbating for me Lorna?”

    “Yes I am Sarah.”

    “Oh wow, tell me about it.”

    “I am fantasizing about your man Roger having me, tongue fucking me while you watch. While you lick, suck and kiss my nipples while you watch.”

    On the Friday just as Sarah had told me, I made a point of dressing to impress for her and Roger. When I arrived Roger opened the door to greet me wearing one of his business shirts, all of the buttons undone to flaunt his impressive though flaccid cock for me with Sarah standing behind him wearing an identical shirt with all the buttons undone.

    Both of them tongue kissing me by way of greeting, as I responded. Both of them holding my hand as they led me to their sex room. Mirrors on all the walls and ceiling, some stools and two chairs with arms laying back at an angle.

    Sarah approvingly watching Roger lift my skirt over the tops of my stockings, lifting it over my garter belt, exposing my naked, freshly waxed cunt lips without any knickers.

    Sarah watching Roger kneel in front of me, holding my gaze as his tongue tip found my clit, his hands on my bare ass. Sarah and me kissing with our tongues, removing my blouse, licking my nipples while she watched her man Roger tongue fucking me. Removing her shirt, then Roger’s, a hand on each other’s big ass’s while Roger went to work on my wet cunt lips.

    It seemed the most natural thing in the world for Roger to fuck me after he bought me to orgasm with his tongue. My first fuck with a man’s erection in weeks. So exciting with his lady Sarah watching, who was also my bi-sex lover. Sarah tongue kissing me passionately while her man was fucking me. Teasing my clit with a fingertip, licking and sucking my nipples while her man was inside me, fucking me. New levels of sexual pleasure for me, her man bringing me to orgasm with his erection while his lady and me kissed with our tongues.

    A few days later Sarah telling me over the phone, “I want to watch one of my girlfriends seduce you. Are you free this Friday night? Don’t ask any questions now, though I am sure you will enjoy her.”

    Sarah’s girlfriend Janice turned out to be my first ever young girl, around twenty-years younger than Sarah and me. Just as she had promised, I did enjoy her.

    Janice arrived just after I did. A lip stick lesbian blond, not much older than a young girl Sarah had alluded to. Oozing sex appeal for me as Sarah made cursory introductions. Kissing me with her tongue, “Sarah has told me lots about you, I hope you want what I want?” I did want what Janice wanted.

    Telling her I wanted her to seduce me as I undressed her young, beautiful firm body while Sarah watched, kissing both of us while she watched. Sarah and me undressing each other, kissing some more as Janice watched us, knowing she was the major attraction.

    Janice licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing, and softly biting my naked body, so sexy from a very experienced bi girl —enjoying the biting especially, I hadn’t realized how biting coupled with licking and sucking at the same time could be so arousing. A wonderful new form of sexual pleasure and pain for me.

    “Relax and enjoy Lorna, Janice and me have waited a long time for a woman like you,” Sarah told me. “Do our flat tongues feel different to our pointed ones?,” she teased as they .both licked me.

    I could still remember Sarah telling me the second time she had me, ‘A flat tongue covers more area while a pointed tongue is more intense’, as she encouraged me to try both for my sexual pleasure. ‘The more you understand how the different techniques feel, the better off you will be at knowing what will make you orgasm, multiple times.’ She was correct and so good, using her tongue to bring me to orgasm, multiple times.

    “So good, you are so good, so fucking good,” I was moaning as Sarah watched Janice give me different kinds of strokes with her tongue, circular, side-to-side, up-and-down.

    One hand touching my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, caressing my stomach. Sarah watching and listening to my reactions still learning what works best for me, intent on maximizing my sexual pleasure.

    “What else would you like? What else can we do to increase your sexual pleasure?,” Janice and Sarah whispered.

    Spreading the folds of skin around my cunt lips, focusing on licking the area just above my clitoris. Teasing me and increasing my sexual pleasure, Janice using her index finger to intersperse horizontal finger strokes across my glans with vertical tongue strokes.

    As my arousal increased, Janice inserting and removing a finger in a fucking motion, using her tongue to enhance my sexual arousal even further, sliding a finger into my cunt lips to complement and push my arousal to the next stage. Moaning with pleasure for her when Janice pressed her finger upwards into my G-spot, while applying long, persistent licks along my cunt lips.

    “What else would you like Lorna? What can we do to increase your sexual pleasure?,” Sarah whispered intent on maximising my sexual pleasure as we tongue kissed.

    “Slide two two fingers in and out while you suck my clit, harder,” I replied, my breathing laboured.

    Always a buzz for me, being pleasured by a new sexual partner with their tongue. “That is so good, so fucking good,” I moaned involuntarily. Don’t stop, this must be the best tongue fuck I have ever had, don’t stop, you are so good.”

    Minutes later Janice was on her back on the bed, a pillow under her ass, resting on her elbows, wearing just her heels, one leg raised as I nibbled her almost bald cunt lips with my tongue. “You are a challenge for me Janice, I want to tongue fuck and bring you to orgasm, show me, help me and tell me.”

    “I love being licked and teased, just keep doing that. So good I am multi-orgasmic, I love our girlfriend Sarah watching,” Janice told us as she guided my head and lips. Then after a few minutes, as my tongue found her exact spot, she was almost chanting, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

    Then, some minutes later, “Watch me cum, watch me, gunna cum, so good, so fucking good, gunna cum,” she repeated at least four times.

    “What else would you like Janice? What can we do to increase your sexual pleasure? And ours perhaps?,” Sarah asked in the afterglow after we all showered together. “Perhaps a golden shower for you both?”

    So exciting, for the first time in my life watching a woman my age giving a young girl a golden shower, while waiting for my turn. Sarah had obviously done this before, expertly positioning herself close to Janice, legs spread, one hand on her hip, teasing her cunt lips with the fingers of her other hand, a look of immense concentration on her face.

    “Oh wow, oh fuck,” Janice and me exclaimed as one as Sarah released a golden stream directly over Janice’s vagina. The look of pleasure on both women’s faces exquisite.

    Janice and me kissing with our tongues as Sarah readied herself for my golden shower. “Oh wow, oh fuck,” was all I could manage to mutter as Sarah released a golden stream directly over my vagina.

    The three of us bonding together naked in the shower afterwards. Janice asking, “I wonder what the straights are doing tonight.


  • Lessons From My Cousin, Part 3

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    Part 3

    The afternoon progress with a strain from the events that had happened earlier that day and I felt terrible about causing it. I sat all alone down in the family room and listened as the clouds turned into a light rain. The wind picked up and I heard the distant sound of thunder as the skies darkened. With a blinding flash from a bolt of lightning and an immediate clap of thunder resounding off of the walls to the house, I walked over to the window and gazed out at the impending storm.

    I liked it when it stormed. It was so exciting to watch and listen to the powerful strength of the wind and rain. But after today, I knew so much more about getting excited and that made it all the more thrilling. I sat back down on the sofa and wondered if I should go up to the room a face my sister and my cousin and see just how mad they were at me. I knew that I had to go up soon because my Momma would be home any time and I was still dressed in my sundress with no underwear under it and I didn’t want her to see me dressed like this.

    I was just about to suck it up and go face the music when a heard my name being called from upstairs. It was my sister Laura calling and she said, “Kristy, would you come up here please, we want to talk to you.”

    I thought that it was just as well to get it over with and headed up the stairs. When I entered the room, I saw Laura and Leslie sitting on Laura’s bed, both of them fully clothes in shorts and tee shirts. They had smiles on their faces, even Leslie and I felt a little better about this conversation that we were about to have.

    I came in and stood before the pair like a summoned slave with my head properly bowed until Leslie finally said, “Kristy, I’m sorry for barking at you earlier. I was so sexually aroused that all I wanted was to get myself off and your refusal I saw as the last straw. So I yelled at you and I really feel bad about it. Will you forgive me? I really am sorry.”

    I looked up and gave her a quick but earnest smile and said, “Yeah, if you can forgive me. I don’t know why I just couldn’t, ah, you know, just do it but something kept me from, ah, doing it, you know. I mean I really wanted to because it seemed so exciting but I just couldn’t make myself.” My voice trailed off into silence as my eyes diverted away from hers to go back down to my hands that I was wringing.

    Suddenly Leslie stood up and came over and put her arms around me and gave me a big hug and said, “We both acted stupidly that’s for sure but it’s behind us now and we have to move on.” She put her hand on my chin and drew it up so she could look into my eyes and said through her pouty lips, “I don’t want to leave with my cousin being mad at me now do I?”

    Our little tiff came to a shrieking halt before it really got started and we were all friends once again as we joked and played around. When Momma came home, nothing could have told her that we had any problems at all as we were down in the family room, playing that board game that I had suggested earlier that afternoon as it continued to rain into the night.

    I went into the bathroom to take my shower and get ready for bed that evening as usual and when Leslie came out with a towel wrapped around her head again, I suddenly noticed that she was wearing a pair of pajamas for the first time but no one, not even I, mentioned a word of this change. After she blew her hair dry and got into bed, Laura walked over to the light switch and telling us a good night, turned off the light and scurried back into her bed. I listened for any activity from the two but hearing nothing but loud breathing, I rolled over and went right to sleep.

    Early the next morning, before my alarm went off, I woke up and looked over at my fellow room mates and found them each in their own beds still asleep. I was almost disappointed by the separation and I wished that things would get back to the way they were before that incident yesterday down in the family room. I snuck out of the room and went down to see if my Momma was getting ready for work.

    I got downstairs just as she was about to head out to her car and noticing me come into the kitchen, she stopped for a moment, turned around and asked, “Kristy, you didn’t happen to go into our room yesterday did you?”

    “No, why would I do that? You don’t like us to go in there.” I lied to her.

    “Oh no reason I guess. Have a good day Honey and stay out of trouble,” she said heading out to the garage and closing the door behind her.

    “Oh shit,” I thought. “She must have noticed her panties on top of the laundry last night instead of under the other contents. How stupid can you be Kristy?”

    Vowing to double my caution over what we all were doing every day here all alone, I couldn’t wait to warn my sister and cousin about this little error and see what they had to say about it. I fixed my breakfast before heading back up to wake my cohorts in crime and to include them in my warning and as I approached the door that led into the room, I heard once again a low voice coming from the other side so I stopped to listen intently at the doorway.

    Hearing nothing more than normal conversation, I entered the room and found the two of them sitting on Laura’s bed, chatting about their desired activities that day. Before I could even open my mouth, Leslie stood up, smiled at me and said, “Kristy, you didn’t do what Laura did yesterday and today, you have to pay the penalty for it. Rules are rules and you didn’t follow them perfectly.”

    I looked over into Laura’s eyes to get comfort from the words that Leslie was saying. Laura just kind of smiled and gave me knowing shrug of her shoulders that told me plainly, “Yeah, she’s right. You have to live up to the bargain.” I felt defeated and trapped so I looked down at my hands that were fidgeting with the hem of my night gown as Leslie said, “Now go in and take a shower and when you have finished, come out a see what you have to do.”

    I walked over to my dresser and opened the drawer to pull out some fresh underwear but Leslie stopped me by saying, “I didn’t say anything about you having to get clean things to put on. I just told you to go in and take a shower. That’s all.”

    A feeling of dread suddenly came over me and I wanted to run out of the room but I didn’t. I couldn’t move I felt so helpless. “Kristy,” Laura said in a sympathetic voice, “just go in a do what you’re told. It’ll be alright.”

    My feet started to walk into the bathroom and my hands turned on the shower and opened the door. I stepped into the spray and I washed all over my body but my mind was still on my punishment for not following the rules. I thought that it all had been resolved last night with the hug but evidently it had not. Now, turning off the shower and grabbing the towel to dry my body off with, I knew that I had to perform something embarrassing in from of my sister and my cousin and I didn’t like the sound of it one bit.

    I opened the bathroom door and walked out with my hands down covering my bare crotch. Leslie snickered at me I looked so pathetic. I walked over to where they were sitting and stood there waiting to find out my punishment. Leslie cleared her throat and began to explain what I had to do.

    “Kristy, you seem to be embarrassed over your development. You seem to forget that you are two or three years behind Laura and I. You wish that your breasts were bigger and your bush was fuller don’t you?” she asked but not waiting for an answer. She continued to say, “Well, I’ve decided, no, we’ve decided to bring you back to reality and have you shave yourself down there.”

    She reached under the bed and brought out a bowl full of hot water, a can of shaving cream, a towel and a hand mirror. She stood up and gave her place on the bed to me and as I looked over at my sister, she did the same. I looked at the razor and the bowl of hot water and sighed a deep sigh.

    “I’ve never used one of those things on my, ah, down there before. What happens if I cut myself or something?” I asked.

    “Then you will bleed. I’d be careful if I were you. Now sit down, lather yourself up and start to shave that pussy of yours.” she told me.

    I heard her call it a pussy and I know that that’s it name but I could feel my cheeks flush as I opened my legs up and grabbed the can of shaving cream. I was just about to squirt some the contents out onto my hand, when a heard her suggest, “I’d first place a warm, damp towel over the area before I applied the shaving cream. It helps make it softer but with your hair so fine and light, I don’t think it would make any difference.”

    I put the damp towel on my crotch area, or pussy as Leslie called it, and felt the nice sensation of its warmth soaking through from the cloth. After a bit, I removed the towel and squirted out a bit of the foamy substance into my hand and looked down between my legs. I’d never looked down at it from this angle before and I was struck at how pretty it actually was.

    My lower abdomen gave way to the puffy little lips where my pubic hair started its growth. As it bulged out just a little, the separation of those lips became well defined by the tight little slit down the middle where it hid my treasures from the human eye. I couldn’t see any further down without the aid of a mirror and I didn’t need that just yet.

    I applied the cream on my Pubis area, right before my lips separated where my hair was the thickest and that wasn’t saying very much at that. But as I grabbed onto the razor, I stopped and thought about what I was about to do. Then very carefully, I drug the razor up from my lips, taking the cream and hopefully all of the pubic hair that was growing under the foam. What was left was a clean patch of hairless area and I felt a sense of pride knowing that I had accomplished my goal and I didn’t even cut myself.

    I continued to shave off what little hair that was visibly growing in that area and when I stop for an inspection, I found it all clean and free of any hair. It looked too familiar because not that long ago, I looked exactly like that down there. I started to put the razor away when Leslie said, “I don’t think that you are through yet, do you?”

    “I think so,” I replied.

    “What about the hair growing around your lips and between your legs, you know, further down,” she asked with her eyebrows raised.

    I looked back down between them and really had to bend my back in order to see anything. If anything was growing there, I didn’t see it so I said, “I don’t think that I have anything growing down there yet.”

    “Not even the frog hairs? You know, the fine little hairs that are blonde or white, what about those?” she insisted.

    “I don’t see anything of any color growing down between my legs,” I insisted.

    “Well, I do. Do you want me to take over for you?” she asked impatiently.

    “If you can see any then be my guest,” I said in disgust but when her hand came up and pushed me back down on my back and she ordered me to raise my knees and spread my legs out wide, I felt as vulnerable as I did with my knees over my head and touching the floor yesterday. I took in my breath and wondered how this was going to go.

    As I waited for something to happen, my breathing became rapid and heart started to race. Then I heard the swush of the can of shaving cream as she took a load of it and slowly applied it generously over my crotch area with her hand. I felt her fingers spreading the lather upon my delicate skin and I also felt the soothing warmth of the foam as it covered the area destined to be scraped. But first she had to rub it in all over my pussy and she was taking her own sweet time. It felt deliciously naughty having someone spread the foam all over your private parts but to have it spread on it over and over, well it was down right exciting.

    My breathing continued to be strained as I arched my back just a little, trying to encourage her to finish the job at hand but it was useless because she had her mind made up that she wasn’t going to be rushed from her favorable position. Her fingers spread the foam out evenly over the entire area, paying attention to where my legs met my junction and where my slit spit into my lips. I didn’t know I had that much hair down where she was spreading the shaving cream but as I finally felt her reach for the razor, I wondered just how much she was enjoying this little act of hers.

    I tightened up instinctively as she made a pass with the cutting edge of the razor. I felt the smoothness of her stroke and relaxed just a bit. Then I felt another and this time I felt it over my lips. A strange sensation crept over my groin as she applied a little pressure in between my slit as I held my breath. I then felt her fingers brushing over the last pass of the razor as she slightly ran it into my canal. I moaned out loud and jerked my hips away from her touch.

    “Hold still now,” she warned, “I don’t want to cut you, especially not right there.”

    I let out my breath and took in another as she placed the razors edge on the inside of my thigh, right next to my pussy lips and scraped down and around until it finally came up on my puffy lip. Then she repeated the process but this time it was a little higher and it ended just above where my clitoris was hiding. But the pressure made me anticipate the razor touching my little love button and I could not help myself from crying out.

    “What’s wrong Kristy?” she asked. “Don’t you trust me?”

    “I do,” I gasped, “but I don’t know what to do. I’m getting so excited that I’m afraid that I will move at the wrong time and you might cut me with the razor. Can you please hurry?”

    “You have to trust the fact that I won’t cut you,” she said in a reassuring tone. “Now just try and relax so I can finish up this part.”

    Try as I might I couldn’t relax at all because of the stimulation that the razor was bringing to the event and I was afraid that I would hyperventilate if I didn’t watch out. She quickly made a couple more passes with the razor and then she pressed on the backs of my legs and said, “Pick up your legs and place them over your head.”

    I wanted to cry out “WHY!” but I was so confused by my emotions that I could only comply with her wishes. Then I felt the sharpness of the razor as she applied it over my butt hole and my panic escaped out of my mouth. “OH MY GOD LESLIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

    “Just making sure all of the hair has been shaved off of my pretty little girl’s behind. That does it for now so you can lower your legs back down to the bed,” she told me.

    As I did what was told, I felt her entire hand run the length of my crotch and a soothing voice tell me how smooth it now felt. But her hand didn’t stop after one feel as her fingers began to probe between my two freshly shaved lips and then I felt an electric jolt as she reached my little clitoris. I took in a breath in a sharp, gasping gulp as I moaned out loud and moved my hips involuntarily. She touched it again and this time I saw stars as the sensation went right down inside of my womb.

    Leslie was now pressing my two lips together and rubbing on my clit through the fold of skin that surrounded her target and as I spread out my legs even wider and arched my back skyward into the pressure, she placed her little finger right at my vagina and pressed into it just an inch or so. I went wild as the unexpected pleasure continued to build until I felt the overwhelming feeling start to erupt from my opening. I madly was tossing my head from side to side while holding my breath as it hit me like a ton of bricks.

    It exploded out of me like a gigantic volcano that erupted out of the earth with its spewing hot liquid. I could feel my juices flood out of my vaginal opening and spray all over myself, the bed and Leslie’s hand. I was writhing about, not believing what was happening to me as I tried to squeeze the most of my new found sensation but as I squirmed and jerk myself into a frenzy, the only thing that I could possibly do to satisfy the need I felt from my gut was to press down with my hands right over my own pussy.

    I rolled to my side and convulsed myself into unconsciousness with both hands planted firmly between my tightly pressed legs. There I rested for the longest time until I once again could think and respond normally.

    “Kristy?” I heard a voice whispered into my ear. “Are you alright?”

    It was my sister bending over my naked body, shaking me gently back into this world. “Oh my god,” I panted in response to my awakening. “I can’t believe what happened to me. It felt so…so…so wonderfully delicious, so unbelievably…God, I can’t think. I just want to shake myself all over it felt so…”

    “Satisfying?” Leslie offered.

    “Yeah,” I repeated slowly. “Satisfyingly beautiful.”

    Laura leaned over my body and pressed her face down to mine, indicating that she wanted to kiss me right on the mouth. I didn’t hesitate or draw back from her genuine gesture of affection but lifted my head up and graciously accepted her sign of love. As my lips met hers and they melted into a combining of affection, I felt her lips separate just a little as I got the feeling that it felt so right to do the same.

    We continued to press our lips together and move them around, trying to feel the pleasure that was building up in our show of love for each other. Our mouths became open orifices of that love and as we became more and more willing, they turned into gigantic openings of lust. Our tongues started to intertwine around each other and our hands went out in search of the others acceptance. But as I was running my hand down on her leg, she suddenly broke off the kiss and sat back up on her haunches.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked, disappointed in her reaction.

    “Oh nothing my sweet, wonderful sister,” she said, panting just a little. “Before we go too far, Leslie and I have a little surprise for you. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say that you can open them, okay?”

    “God, I don’t know if I can take any more surprise,” I only half way joked. I closed my eyes and rolled over on my back and waited. I heard the rustling of clothes and a little giggle and then I felt the mattress give into some weight being applied to it. Then I heard Laura say, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

    When I did, I was focusing on two shaved crotches. They were as clean and bare as mine was and I put my hand to my mouth and blurted out, “Oh my God, you’ve shaved your pussies also,” and laughed out loud in disbelief. “Why did you shave,” I cried out my question.

    It was Leslie who answered. “Well, we knew that being the youngest of the three of us and the east developed also, you were probably a little self conscious of showing your pussy so we decide to start over and make us all like ten year olds and become bare as a baby’s butt.”

    “What do you do about your boobies,” I asked jokingly.

    She laughed out loud and covered her chest. She paused and then answered my question, “You’ll just have to pretend that you are slow developing or something. I’m not cutting them off for anybody.”

    I don’t know what got into me but I rose up on one elbow and extended my other hand out and touched Leslie’s bare breast with it and said in a coy little voice, “I wouldn’t either, not if I had a pair like you do.”

    She was shocked and speechless for a brief moment and then she bent forward and placed her lips down on mine. It felt so natural to press my lips against hers and she opened her mouth to mine, I accepted her kiss as I accepted her affection. She slowly lay down beside me and immediately took the dominant position on top. She moved her hands up to my cheeks as she ground into our kiss with her mouth. It felt delicious being kissed by Leslie and I felt that I could do no wrong.

    Her breasts were pressed into my tiny protrusions as she again proved her dominance in the situation and as she continued to ravish my mouth with hers, she took complete control by separating her knees and straddling my poor little body. She sat back up and looked down into my eyes. I didn’t see a smile in those eyes. I didn’t see any love like I saw in Laura’s. What I saw was pure lust, a craving that could only be satisfied through having her way with me and I knew it.

    I stretched my hand up to place it on her cheek and then moved it over to her mouth. She opened it and I stuck in a finger. She closed her lips on it, never taking her eyes off of mine, and sucked it deep into her mouth. I swallowed hard as I moved my other hand to rest on her breast. She closed her eyes as she continued to take my finger as far as she could in between her sucking lips and then I felt something or someone crawl between my legs so I spread them far apart, inviting my sister’s full exploration.

    I wasn’t disappointed when she ran her fingers up on my shaved vulva and dragging them back down through my slit. I groaned loudly as I closed my eyes and then I felt her hot breath hovering over my wide open pussy. I held my breath as the panting breath got closer and closer and then I felt her lips start to kiss my bare pussy and I exploded with my own lustful hip thrust.

    I cried out loud as Leslie slowly scooted up on my body and as I felt my sister tongue separate my lips between my legs I opened my eyes to be staring right into the loveliest bare crotch in the world. It was hovering a couple of inches over my face and as I moved both hands down to her hips, she lowered them down until I was smelling her fresh, womanly odor emanating from between those beautiful legs. She stopped a mere inch above my mouth so I pressed my hand onto her hips and guided it down onto my mouth.

    She groaned at making contact with my lips but as I opened them and stuck out my tongue and began to lick along her lips, she threw back her head and spread out her knees a little further. I tasted her juices as slowly brought my tongue to bear on her opening. I was panting in between licks as Laura was busily flicking her tongue over my clit and running her finger down to explore my opening. I was still a virgin with my cherry in tact and I only hoped that I would stay that way until tomorrow at least.

    The feeling of her tongue teasing my clitoris was driving me crazy with lust. I once again wanted to feel the glorious release that had left me so wonderfully exhausted only a few short moments before and I knew that I would only settle for a repeat of the sensation. So I doubled my efforts with my mouth and then I remembered my hand was free, so I put it into action also.

    Prying from behind, I felt for Leslie’s opening and as I finally found it, rammed it in all the way until I was ramming my fist into her vagina. She groaned a little and bent forward just enough to expose her openings for my manual assault. So I switched my thumb for my middle finger and placed my wet finger on her butt hole and as she grunted her approval and raised her butt into the air, I inserted my middle finger up into her ass and started pumping my hand into her two openings.

    She cried out, “OH MY GOD KRISTY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HAND! RAM IT UP MY BUTT THAT’S IT!”

    Laura heard her demands so she placed her finger right at my own opening. It felt so wonderfully naughty and I had to try it so I raised my butt up in the air just enough to show her where I wanted it and she slowly pressed it into my rectum. At first it felt awkward like a preverbal “Cob up your butt” but as she began to move it in and out, the sensation became electric. I began to raise and lower my hips in time with her insertions as she continued to work her magic with her tongue. I was about ready to explode but first there was one cousin that needed my attention.

    She was working her clit on my mouth as I was pumping my hand in her crotch and both were having their desired affect. She was getting closer and closer to having her orgasm and from her ever increasing verbal encouragement, she wasn’t that far away. I could feel my own release building as Laura now was sucking right on my clit. I was going wild with desire and when I thought that I could build it no longer, it came over me like a train and I bucked my hips away from her oral and manual stimulation and I cried out through Leslie’s two wet lips, “OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING!!”

    At that very moment, Leslie released a flood from her vagina that coated my hand, wrist and chin. She rocked on my face as she ground her open crotch into my face. “OH…OH…OH…” she cried out in an ever higher voice. “OH GOD KRISTY! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER YOU! OH MY GOD!” she shrieked.

    As she came, she slid off of my face to cuddle into a ball on her side. I felt the same way but I wanted to share my experience with my sister so I reached down and pulled her into my arms and held her close as I tried to come down from my own orgasm. Laura just held me and rocked me into a peaceful slumber. I felt safe in her arms as I slipped into unconsciousness.

    We continued to make love with each other for quite some time in the future, well after Leslie went back to New York. Laura even broke my cherry with a vibrator that she discovered in Momma’s underwear drawer. It kind of stung right after it got broken but the feeling I got after it healed was worth any pain that I had to endure.

    But it all came to an end, like I knew it would, in Laura’s junior year when she met Patrick and fell madly in love with him and his dick. So she graduated from my thumb and a vibrator to his big dick and she never was happier. She got married during her sophomore year in colleges, not to Patrick but to a nice guy called Bud and she is now the mother of two wonderful girls. We meet every year at a hotel for the weekend just to keep our juices flowing but she has a life now that I wouldn’t change if I could.

    As for Cousin Leslie, well she got pregnant in her senior year and dropped out and never went back to school. Her first marriage didn’t go well as her second and third didn’t either. The last that I have heard about her was that she was shacked up with some guy who just got out of prison and that she has gained 70 pounds at least. I haven’t seen her since saying good bye at the bus station and I don’t miss her at all. But I can say that I appreciate her lessons and I always will.

    For me, well I went on to love a few women. I took a lover in high school and that lasted for two years when we broke up. I had three or four women in college but nothing too serious but after I graduated with my MBA and was out on the lecture tour, I met Marty and I had never been happier than I am from finding my true love. She is my life now and I couldn’t possibly live without her and I never look back and wonder what would have happened if Leslie had never shown up at our house that summer. Would I be as happy as I am now? I doubt it.

    The End


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    Anonymous readerReport 

    2016-10-06 02:25:51
    Great story.

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2016-03-16 19:07:46
    part for please.

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2015-11-22 21:12:47
    pls, make part 4.

    Bry83Report 

    2015-10-08 17:06:28
    Pretty good set of stories if I do say so pretty explicit also which makes it more hot.

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2015-06-04 17:14:08
    part 4 please.

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  • I am an Online Whore

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    True story told by a fat submissive lesbian

    This is a true story.

    ~

    My name is irrelevant. I am never addressed by name online. I am a fuck toy for a handful of female Dominants online. They all are different in their own ways, but one thing they have in common is that they enjoy using and degrading me.

    I am 5’5, with blue eyes, and medium length reddish brown hair. I have 48DD sized-tits that are completely real. I am in no way skinny. My belly is fat, and my ass is round.

    My cunt is shaved smooth. It has been since I was about fourteen. That was twelve years ago. I am twenty-six now, and I still have no desire to have a patch of fur between my legs. That’s real women’s liberation. I don’t want it, so I don’t have to have it.

    My desire to be degraded and humiliated has nothing to do with any self-loathing on my part. It is just… something I crave. It’s something that gets me off and makes my panties wet. It may have taken some time to accept that because it seems taboo, but I am what I am, and that’s okay with me.

    I have always enjoyed being used by other women online, long before I turned eighteen I liked other girls to tell me what to do sexually. I always seemed to want to spread my legs for other girls who were bossy. It made me horny.

    After I turned eighteen, I found myself drawn to older women… in their thirties, forties… there were even a few women in their fifties that enjoyed younger women.

    Over the years, my buddy list on my chat messenger has been edited, but I do currently speak with a number of women on a regular basis, most of whom I’ve been talking to for over a year or so, although a couple are newer. It has long since been established that I am submissive lesbian – as far as my sex life goes – who isn’t looking for a serious relationship, but I will gladly spread my legs for those who I find to be compatible in the sexual aspect of my life.

    My exploits vary in setting – public or private. I do enjoy the looks I get when I go out while dressed indecently, and it usually results in having to rub my pussy in the car while I drive home until I can fuck myself properly.

    I will say now, that every situation in my life has been consensual, even if it falls under the category of deviance according to society’s standards. But fuck them. They probably aren’t getting laid.

    My Mistresses call me many different degrading names.

    Slut, bitch, fat whore, cow, cow slut, pig or piggy, pig-slut, udder slut, cow whore, pee slut, piss whore, fatty, submissive slut cunt, pussy slut,
    fuck toy…

    My large breasts are referred to as udders, fat bags, cow tits, teats, milkless fat sacs, jugs, melons… I’m sure there are more. Some of them require that my udders are tied in my scarves, making them feel swollen and heavy.

    One of my Mistresses told me to buy breast enlarging pumps for my udders so I can get on all fours and pretend to milk myself like a real cow. I have to moo for her while I fuck my pussy on my hands and knees.

    I have a few Mistresses that insist that I call them ‘Mommy’ or ‘Mama’.

    One Mommy is nicer than the other two. I take pictures for her or get on my webcam and let her degrade me. Sometimes she makes me beg her to wet my panties like a dirty little girl. And then, after I do, I suck my wet panties dry while I beat my pussy with a hairbrush or a wooden spoon. She is not as cruel, even while telling me what a fat dirty bitch I am. She makes me soak my panties with cum. She tell me what a good fat cow I am for her, and makes me whine while I rub my clit, and say how much I like being used by her and pleasing her so she can cum.

    There is a lesbian couple that have me call them ‘Mommy and Mama’ – they are both over ten years older than me – and they are very strict with me during our sessions. I am to only wear tight little panties like a good girl for them. That is all I am allowed to wear when I talk to them.
    They call me their dirty little fat girl slut. I spend my time on all fours while I talk to them.

    They also force me to be their piss-whore. I have to pee myself while I tell them how much I want them to pee in my mouth while they beat my fat girl pussy. They call me their dirty ‘piss princess’, or they make me tell them that I am their fat, submissive incest slut, or lesbo whore.
    They tell me that I am lucky that such beautiful women will use me because I am such a fat cunt. I tell them thank you and that I love them.

    Occasionally, they have people over and they show their friends pictures of me and let them degrade me as well.
    Today I have been used twice on my webcam.

    I am currently sitting at my desk in a pair of my old jeans that are now way too tight. I can’t even zip them. And I am wearing a skin colored, lacy camisole along with a silk pair of small panties, and my udders are tied up.

    I am rocking my cunt against the chair, dripping wet in my panties from being used.

    I love being used like the slut I am, and it pleases me to please my Mistresses.

    It pleases them to make me behave like a whore.

    And my pussy gets soaked, my nipples tighten, and all I want is to hump something hard…

    I think I’m going to use my vibrator now…

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  • Lady in White

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    I could see her standing in the window of the hotel room, all I could see was a flowing white figure. She was watching me as I got things out of my car, walking back into the hotel I took the elevator to the 17th floor. I walked slowly down the corridor toward her room. Swiping my card I let myself in. She still stood by the window, and was wearing a long flowing white gown, as she turned to face me; it was low cut her breast poured over the top. Her black hair was spiked up and she looked very seductive. I kept my place by the door, letting her come to me. She wore white spike heels that made her at least 4 inches taller, closer to my height now. She stopped just within arm’s length of me.

    Her long fingers ran over her face, down her neck and to the tops of her ample breast. She began putting her fingers down into the top of her white lacy gown. I could see her nipples begin to protrude through the white lacy material. I stood my ground and didn’t move as I watched her; I could feel myself become aroused. While her right hand cradled her breast, her left hand moved down between her legs. She massaged her little pussy through her gown, not satisfied with that feeling she raised the gown. To my delight she wore no panties; she spread her legs somewhat and dipped her fingers into her little plump pussy. I watched as her fingers slipped in and out of her lips, she began to rub her hard little clit that was now sticking out from between the lips of her clit. I watched as those fingers rubbed gently over her dripping wet little clit. She moaned as she continued to squeeze her nipples with her other hand. My pussy had begun to throb as I watched her play with herself. She looked as hot as she fucked herself. I knew she was nearing orgasm, her breathing was becoming ragged, and I moved in and pulled her right tit out of her gown. As my tongue hit her nipple an orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled as she fell into my arms as she quivered all over.

    We moved over to the bed, I eased her back onto the bed, and pulled her legs up, bending down on the floor beneath her, I spread her tight little pussy lips apart, my tongue ran over her clit, and down to her sweet little inner lips. I let my tongue move naturally and easily over her wet cunt. I moved my fingers into her as she began to move her hips in a circular motion. I slipped my fingers in and out of her pussy slowly and methodically, each time my finger came out my tongue circled her clit. She moaned loudly as her hand found my head and pushed my face harder into her clit, which was now hard and red. Not changing my speed I continued to fuck her slowly and gently as she bucked her hips against my mouth. I knew that the longer I made her wait before she came the better it would be for her. I could feel the cum slipping out of her pussy all over my hand as I ravaged her pussy with my fingers. I loved the feeling of her little rings inside of her vagina gripping and squeezing my two fingers that fucked her little hole. I pulled out my fingers and replaced them with my wet hot tongue. Her juices were so sweet and hot as they poured into my mouth. My thumb found her clit, as I rubbed; i let my tongue shove into her hole over and over. I could feel her thighs tightening against my head as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. Quivering, she came in my mouth; her juices were thick and sweet.

    I moved back up her body, and kissed her fully on the mouth giving her all of her sweet cum from my tongue. As her breathing slowed she turned me over and began to kiss me, I shoved her back down on the bed and began to suck at both of her tits at once. I pushed them together and began to suck and bite at her nipples. She pulled my hair trying to pull my head back, I didn’t let up on her tits. My other hand moved down to her to her pussy and I began to rub her clit. Capturing her little hard clit between my thumb and finger and pinched and pulled as I bit her nipples. She moaned loudly as I moved my fingers into her tight little hole, I began to bang her pussy hard as she came again. She tried to move away I started back at her clit, she said it was to sensitive, I didn’t listen as I continued to rub it harder and harder. She wiggled underneath me trying to buck my hand off her clit. The rubbing intensified as I jammed my fingers into her, she came again.
    Rolling off, I knew she needed to get her breath. I walked over to her suitcase looking for something to fuck her with. I found her hairbrush. It had a long handle and was covered with a ridged rubber piece. I carried it to the bed. She lay still with her legs spread breathing hard. Her pussy was gapped open. Opening her little lips further I slipped the handle into her pussy, her eyes opened as she looked between her legs to see what she was being fucked with. Her head went back as I pushed the hairbrush into her pussy harder and faster, rubbing her clit with my other hand. The brush slid in and out with little resistance, she moaned loudly as she pulled her nipples. I watched as the brush slid smoothly into her pussy hole, the inner lips stretched out over the handle each time it went in and out. “Faster, please,” she said. I moved it faster into her cunt all the way to the end of the brush, and back out, her hips thrust to take in more of the brush. Sitting up her ass hung over the edge of the bed I fucked her harder as she sat up, she pulled at my hair and wanted me to kiss her. That was the last thing I would do as I continued to lick at her cunt. She began to cum, squirting her hot thick wetness onto my hand. I pulled the brush out as a string of her cum clung to the brush. I took the handle and put it to her lips, as she licked all her juices off the handle. “Do it again, baby,” she said. I plunged the brush into her pussy again, starting all over. I fucked harder, and faster this time, as my hand found her tight little brown asshole. It was tight usually but in this position I found it open and covered in her cum. I slid a finger into her as the brush fucked her pussy. She held onto my shoulders as I fucked both of her holes. I felt her go rigid as she came, her ass hole gripped my finger that was plunged deep inside her.
    Finally, I let her lay back and catch her breath on the bed, looked at her, her chest heaved as she tried to slow her breathing. Her legs were spread, and her slick little lips were slick and wet from all of the cum. I wanted to go back and let my tongue find her pleasure spots again, but she needed a break. I eased my hand into my pants, and began to rub my clit while I looked at her pussy. Her little clit was hard and sticking out from between her lips. I stroked my clit until I thought I might explode myself. I continued to fuck myself as I stared at her dripping cunt. I felt the orgasm coming and I rubbed faster, I moaned loudly as it pulsed through my pussy. She turned and kissed me as I came her tongue deep in my mouth. I wanted her cunt again, immediately rolling over, I went back between her legs, my tongue finding her little clit I licked and sucked it. Finding her hole again, I put in three fingers this time as I licked at her wet slit. I banged my fingers into her three then four, harder and faster. She tried to tell me it hurt so I managed to slip my thumb into her and eased in most of my hand. My tongue worked over her clit, as I slid most of my hand into her cunt. I loved to see her spread out so far, her clit was stretched as far as it would stretch and was tender as I licked it, her inner lips were pulled far out and covered my hand. The pressure caused her little brown asshole to pucker out and open as I fist fucked her. When she came that hot little pussy sucked in my entire hand up to my wrist as all that wet cum slipped out around my hand. When I pulled it out, her pussy made a loud suction like noise, and that hole of hers was wide open. I loved to fuck my lady in white, she was the hottest girl I had ever fucked.


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    anonymous readerReport 

    2011-05-24 20:24:10
    i love to watch chicks fuck, i read all your stories somehow i missed this one. I read all the comments too, you and your man have a pretty active sex life. I once did, when i was first married, curious if you guys have been married 20 years yet? thats when the shit stops, to fuckin hot. I love to read about you and your gf…

    anonymous readerReport 

    2011-04-21 19:10:40
    I love this series, which you would write another one, hot stuff there. There is nothing i like more than a hot wet sweet pussy, but two at once is a dream for any guy.

    anonymous readerReport 

    2011-04-21 13:20:56
    DAMN what a fuckin hot story!!!! I love men, but crave pussy ever now and then, and now after reading your story, I need pussy!

    anonymous readerReport 

    2011-04-16 13:02:57
    wish i had been there u two could have used a big hard cock

    anonymous readerReport 

    2011-04-16 13:02:26
    excellent, love your writing, hope Lesbianbaby is right there are two more, cause baby i love to jerk off to these stories

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  • Sauna Session (Pt 1)

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    a secret pleasure found out and expanded on……

    Going to the gym has become a routine, 3 times a week running, power plate and sauna. Trying to lose the extra weight has become hard for you no matter what you do it just doesn’t seem to want to drop off, not that you’re fat but you feel the extra curves could show less. Today the gym is quieter than usual and you enjoy the feeling of not having to wait or be watched as you work out, slipping into the changing room you strip as you walk down the corridor, deciding to take a shower before you head to the sauna you let the water play over your body.

    Glancing round you make sure no one is able to see you as you remove the shower and hold it down to your thighs playing the warm water closer and closer to your trimmed pussy mound enjoying the feeling as your pussy starts to tingle. Suddenly you jump as you hear the changing room doors bang open and 2 women walk in laughing at something. Quickly replacing the shower head you rinse off as the women walk past, one looks you up and down as she passes and mutters something to her friend who, looks round and smiles back at you. You watch them as they walk off, both are slim with firm bottoms, long legs and supple bodies, the one that made the comment is taller with long blonde hair and full pouting lips, when she turned you noticed her breasts were large and firm the nipples a dark brown jutting out of the aureoles. The other woman is slightly shorter though no less attractive with dark brown hair, her breasts aren’t as large but you’re shocked to notice her aureoles are very dark almost black and her nipples are large and fat. You’re even more shocked when you realise you’d been staring at them and your pussy have quivered and became damp.

    Trying to think nothing more of it you quickly put a gown on not bothering to dry as you know the sauna will get you perspiring again quickly, feeling a little frustrated after being interrupted in the shower you walk to the sauna, slipping inside you turn the dial up making more steam to hide your nakedness as you slip the gown off and drop it on the first seat nearest the door. Moving towards the back of the room you lie down on the bench and relax. Almost drifting off to sleep you’re again disturbed when you hear the door open and someone enter, laying still and quiet you worry about being caught naked especially if it’s a man, you wouldn’t be able to hide. You hear a woman whisper ‘someone’s left the steam up high’ and a whispered reply from another woman, ‘great we won’t be seen then’ and a low giggle. You realise your unknowing companions are the two women who passed you in the shower, you blush as you hear the unmistakable noise of one of them moan low.

    ‘Fuck you know how to tease’ she says as she stops moaning, ‘I want a kiss’ she mutters as you imagine what the other woman might have been doing to cause her moans of pleasure. Moving slowly you grasp your breasts and you’re shocked to feel your nipples already hardening at the sounds of your hidden companions. Now both are moaning low and almost continuously, your hand seeks out your pussy mound seemingly of its own volition, you stroke slowly at first trying to be quiet as your breathing quickens to light gasps, low enough not to be heard as you listen to the women pleasure each other, imagining what they’re doing to each other and almost hoping they discover your presence. Rubbing your mound a little harder now you can’t help slipping a finger inside, now a almost inaudible moan escapes your lips and the women suddenly go quiet. You freeze hoping in vain that they decide that they didn’t hear anything.

    You lie stretched out on your back one hand squeezing your breast fingers pulling a nipple the other between your spread legs with a finger buried up to the second knuckle, you feel your clit throb against it and realise that’s what made you moan loud enough to be heard. Lying still you try to listen over your pounding heart when you see a movement in the steam, first one and then the other woman come into view, each stops staring at you exposed for them to see. Now both move towards you and you panic thinking they’re going to go mad at you for ‘perving’ at them, instead one looks at the other and they both smile, the taller of the two kneels by your head, without a word she cup one of your breasts flicking her thumb over your nipple as she looks you in the eye, you can’t take your eyes off her as she runs the tip of her tongue over her moist lips, her breasts are level with your head as captivated you watch her bend down and lick slowly round your nipple making you gasp out loud and shake with nervous excitement.

    Again she licks and again you gasp, this time instead of stopping she take the nipple in her mouth sucking gently on it as you lay paralysed, unable to move in case they decide to report you to the management. Suddenly you feel a hand run up you leg, over you thigh and slowly slip on to your inner thigh before moving inexorably up to your waiting pussy. As the first woman continues sucking and teasing your nipples the hand moves and pushes your hand away without resistance. Taking its place the hand strokes across your pussy mound making you gasp and moan at the same time, making you sound like you’re growling it doesn’t stop stroking as a finger finds your pussy lips and slips inside you’re unable or even unwilling to stop these two strangers using your body. Exploring your now wet pussy the finger finds you clit first teasing it for a little while and you feel you body shake harder, knowing that your orgasm is building causing you to moaning louder and thrust your hips up trying to make the fingers work faster wanting your orgasm to burst hard and fast. The fingers seem to understand and instead of carrying on they pull away slipping down to find your hole, running round the edge time and again making you feel like they’re going to push in at any second but never entering you, shaking hard now you try to speak, almost beg for them to enter you.

    As you open your mouth to cry out and beg the fingers to entry your throbbing pussy, you feel the first woman’s breast press on to your lips feeling her hard nipple rub against them. Unable to stop yourself you open your mouth taking the nipple in and you start to suck it, copying the mouth on your nipple running you tongue round and round it, flicking the tip across it you’re rewarded with a loud groan from the woman. Suddenly both the nipple and mouth are pulled away and you jump as she kisses you hard probing with her tongue into your mouth, you’ve never kissed another woman like this and you freeze for a second before your body takes over responding to her probing tongue, yours moves trying to wrap around hers pushing back into her mouth in response as she withdraws her tongue a little.

    All this time the fingers have been circling your soaking pussy, now first one then a second move into it, they start to withdraw and then they’re pushed deeper inside you making you cry out and arch your back, the fingers start to move faster in and out in response to your moans. Unable to control yourself now you shake as you continue kissing the first woman as the second brings you to your first ever orgasm by another woman. Shaking so much you almost fall from the bench you cry out loudly not caring if you’re heard by anyone, you continue orgasming as the fingers go deeper than you ever thought possible, not stopping until you’re almost sobbing with pleasure.
    Slowly they withdraw, until then you hadn’t realised you’d closed your eyes, as you open them you see both women licking your juices off the fingers. Both look at you a grin, you try to sit up but a hand gently pushes you down again, as the first woman changes places with her friend, now she bends and lightly kisses your soaking, pulsing pussy lips making you jump involuntarily, again she kisses it this time licking across them and moaning herself at the stronger taste of your juices. As you watch the second woman stands and slips a leg across, over your head pushing the bench away from the wall, now her shaven pussy is exposed right above you, you can smell her juices, making you tremble again.

    She looks down at you as she lowers it towards your face, closer and closer she stops just above your face as a drop of her juices falls from the lips onto your lips, your tongue snakes out taking it from your twitching lips, you taste for the first time another woman, strong musky, you feel the tongue go to work on your own aching pussy licking and running up and down the length making you shake and groan louder with each pass. Unable to control yourself now you raise your head and lick the waiting pussy, you have no control and you’re unable to try to copy the other tongue and you attack the pussy above you burying your tongue between the lips licking and sucking them almost trying to devour them to get at the juices within. Now both you and the woman above you are moaning and panting with lust, louder and louder you moan, within seconds your second orgasm hits you just before the woman crouched above you cries out and shakes, her pussy suddenly gushes as her orgasm floods her pussy, gushing out and over your face.

    She keeps orgasming as you try to lick as much of her juices up as you can suddenly collapsing away from you she lays on the floor shaking, without warning you’re pulled up off the bench and pushed onto your knees as the first woman sits on the bench leaning back, she pulls your juice covered face towards her waiting exposed pussy. As your head drops she raises her legs onto your shoulders and pulls you into her wet pussy with them, using them to hold you there. Now you start to lick and suck this new pussy, tasting the difference you bury your face into it, licking harder and harder, hearing her moaning and gasping faster as she tries to raise her hips up to allow you to lick further, slipping your hands under her bottom you push up and find your tongue licking round her hole, without thinking you push it inside running it round and round, pushing your tongue as deep as you can you lick out as much juice as you can. Now you run your tongue up finding her clit you lick round and round harder as she starts to scream ‘Fuck I’m cumming!’ she grabs your head mashing it into her contracting pussy her juices flooding over your face as you try to lick it all up.

    Suddenly the taste changes and you realise she has lost control completely and she holds you against her pussy as she empties her bladder, pissing over your face making you drink it along with her pussy juices, you can’t stop her, realising you don’t want to you swallow piss and cum together, finally letting you go she collapses as you lean back covered in juices from both women and piss for her you lean back against the bench, head resting on the seat. Some time passes and when you come back to yourself you notice that they’ve both disappeared, not worrying now you sag and start to relax, drifting off into a light doze.

    Seconds, minutes or hours could have passed when you hear the door open and close again, this time you hear a heavier tread approach where you’re lying, before you can move a male voice says ‘well what have I found here?’
    But that’s for the next story……. TO BE CONTINUED!!!


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  • A Ghostly Haunting-Chapter Three

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    After Vicky has left Ashley has gone to take a nap when she has her first ghostly encounter. Mom and daughter then enjoy a fun night together, when her mom began to have sexual thoughts about her.

    A Ghostly Haunting
    Chapter Three
    by Simon Fear

    It was 4:00 PM & Mrs. Logan was downstairs cooking dinner for her and her daughter. Ashley at the moment was taking a nap up in her room, exhausted from the experience that she had just gotten with her new Vicky. Ashley was lying on top of her covers with only a midriff t-shirt on, her body curled up. Her cute sexy ass showing off, and her sweet moist nether lips was showing between her thighs. Ashley was not aware of the temperature drop in her room. The room as well as the rest of the house had been stifling hot, due to the fact that there was no central air installed in the place yet. Yet fog was forming from Ashley’s mouth as she quietly breathed in her sleep. Ashley was also not aware of a new presence that had come into her. A small girl, in her teens, was standing at the side of the bed watching Ashley. This was strange enough as there was not suppose to be anyone else in the house. But stranger yet was the fact that the young girl was stark naked, pale in the darkened room, she almost seemed to give off a glow. She had well formed tits, 34 c-cup her small nipples erect, and thin, she would have seemed to weigh only 95 pounds. She had a very beautiful, and long curly brown hair. Her vagina was not shaved or even trimmed as most girls these days did. She had a nice mound of brown pubic hair down there.

    The girl gave no sound as she reached out her hand and softly touched Ashley’s thigh. Ashley shivered from the touch, as the girl’s hand was very cold. The young girl slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Ashley. The mattress did not give any sway to the weight the girl should have made. Very gently the girl pressed on Ashley’s thigh causing Ashley to roll onto her back, her smooth bare pussy lips, showing, glistening from the moisture. The young girl then began running her finger tip around the exposed area of Ashley stomach, causing her to shiver, not just from the cold, but from the excitement that it was giving her in her sleep. The girl then ran her finger down to Ashley’s pubic region, and then trailed them around her soft pussy lips, and then ups between the inner sides of her thighs. Ashley moaned and she unconsciously spread her legs, revealing a perfect and beautiful pussy, wet from excitement. Juice slowly ran from the folds of Ashley’s labia and down her butt cheeks. The young girl then softly ran her fingertips across Ashley’s pussy lips, and touched her hardened and extended clit. From the coldness of the girl’s hand and the sensitivity of her clit causing Ashley to squeal out in her sleep and slightly thrust her hips upward. The girl then began rubbing Ashley’s clit, causing her to moan. As the girl continued to rub Ashley’s clit, she used her other hand the push Ashley’s shirt up and over her tits, exposing her beautiful 34 b-cup, her pink nipples hard. The girl then leaned down and started kissing Ashley’s stomach, and running her tongue over her belly button sliding her tongue in it, making Ashley moan even more.

    The girl then kissed her way up and started licking around Ashley’s boobs, while massaging one then the other, slightly tweaking her nipples. Ashley gasped out and thrust her hip even further up putting pressure on her clit from the girls other hand. The girl then slid her finger into Ashley’s now dripping pussy. The coldness and sensuality caused Ashley to slightly cry out. The girl slowly started to finger fuck Ashley as she started flicking Ashley’s nipples with her tongue and then sucking on them. No sound came from the girl, not even the sucking that you would hear from getting your nipple sucked on. The only sound was that coming from Ashley as she moaned and squirmed in her bed. Ashley breathing started to get staggering as her body began to tremble from the orgasm that was building deep within her. The increases her sucking on Ashley’s nipples and she slid yet another finger into Ashley’s pussy that was now flowing with her girl juices. The young girl picked up pace on her finger fucking thrusting deeper and faster inside Ashley’s wet hole, as Ashley started to hump her hand. Ashley cried out as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, jarring her awake, she sat up and shot her hand between her thighs clutching her pussy, as her juices squirted out hard soaking the bed.

    Ashley applied pressure but that only caused the orgasm to hit harder as she double over, grunting and moaning loudly, as her orgasm racked her already tired body. Her orgasm continued to make her body spasm, as she thought it would never end. Finally as the orgasm began to subside she relaxed her grip on her swollen and very drenched pussy, the last of her juices flowing down her inner thighs to soak the bedclothes under her ass. As Ashley tied to get her breathing under control she looked around noticed that her was darkened. She glanced at her alarm clock, the green numbers glowing in the dark. She had been asleep nearly two hours. It was only 4:10 PM, so why was dark in her room. She glanced at her windows and noticed that her curtains thick heavy curtains were now in place on her one tall window and the two smaller windows on either side of it. “Damn, mom must have come and put them up while I was asleep, and here I was half-naked.” Ashley was embarrassed that her mom had seen her naked body, when she suddenly realized that her shirt was up over her tits. “Wow I must have been having a wet dream or something, this has never happened to me.” Suddenly she shivered and felt the coldness in the room. “Why is it so cold in here.” Then Ashley went quiet as she thought she heard something. She strained her ears, yes there was definitely some kind of noise in here, like air flowing. Ashley held her breath as she needed the quiet to hear better. Suddenly fear seeped into Ashley as she recognized the sound of someone breathing softly.

    Ashley could not see anything the dark, but she could swear that the breathing sound like it was just a few feet to the side of her bed. Feeling very scared Ashley reached to switch on the lamp on the other side of her bed where the breathing sounds were coming from. As Ashley fumbled for the lamp her hand came onto something soft and very cold. The thing quickly pulled from Ashley’s hand causing Ashley to scream out, and knock over her lamp. Then she heard what sounded like soft footstep running away from her bed toward her dresser. Ashley jumped out of bed and ran for her door, but because of the dark and the strangeness of her new room she forgot just how far her door was and ran into it, knocking her down, and the breath out of her. As she struggled to catch her breath she heard some kind clink from the other end of her room. Ashley began screaming, “MOM, MOM, MOMMY,” as she struggled to get up and groping the wall she found switch and flipped it on, flooding the room with bright light. Ashley had to squint in the sudden brightness, as she continued to scream. Mrs. Logan hearing the piercing screams come from her daughter ran up the stairs and flung open the door, almost hitting Ashley. Ashley ran into her mom’s arm, as she hugged her daughter tightly to her, “What is baby, what’s wrong?” Ashley stammered out, “Ther…There’s some…Something in my…my room. I heard breathing and I felt something cold and soft, and then I heard running, and something fell over there,” Ashley pointed to the far end of her room by her closet. Mrs. Logan looked around as she held her daughter, “There nothing in here sweety, just you and your stuff.” “I heard something mom, something was in here” Mrs. Logan moved away and began searching the room, she looked under the bed and behind the dresser.

    She found the lamp that Ashley had knocked over. “Baby nothing is in here. Your windows are twenty feet above the ground, and they are locked,” Mrs. Logan showed her by trying to open each one. Ashley pointed to her closet door, which was closed, “what about there?” Mrs. Logan walked over to the closet and pulled it open. She flipped on the switch flooding the walk-in closet with light. Nothing was in there except for some boxes and clothing that Ashley had hung up. “See sweety nothing in here,” she re-closed the door. “It’s also freezing cold mom.” “It feels just as hot in here as the rest of the house,” her mom said. Ashley then realized that it was no longer cold but hot as before. Mrs. Logan looked back her daughter, and then blushed and coughed. Ashley puzzled by her moms sudden looking away looked down and then realized why her mom had blushed. Ashley was still naked waist down, her wet slit and pussy lips in full view. Ashley quickly covered her pussy with her hands, as her face went deep red. “Sorry mom.” Mrs. Logan looked embarrassed, “It…It’s ok sweety, you don’t have anything I don’t nor that I haven’t seen before. Remember I used to change your diapers and give you baths.” “Geez mom I was a baby.”

    Mrs. Logan opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of panties and tossed them at Ashley. Ashley caught it then realized that she had exposed her pussy again, so she quickly covered herself again, “Mom please.” Mrs. Logan blushed and turned away facing the bed, as Ashley quickly pulled on the pair of panties. When she looked she noticed her mom looking hard at the bed, and then saw her mom reach out with her hand to touch the bed. Ashley glanced over and saw what had her moms, attention, Her sheet were soaked. “No mom don’t…” but it was was too late, Mrs. Logan pressed three fingers into the dampness and then lifted her hand to look at the wetness on her finger. She rubbed her fingers together as she felt the stickiness of the liquid. Ashley groaned out. Mrs. Logan turned around to face her daughter. Ashley was expecting her mom to be mad, but all she saw was kindness and understanding her eyes. Ashley did not think her face could get redder but it sure did. Mrs. Logan sniffed of her fingers, then looked back at her daughter, “Did it happen in your sleep?” Ashley nodded. “Do you, you know make yourself…er…huh?” Ashley nodded. “Do you enjoy it?” Ashley nodded, “Yes.” She was feeling very embarrassed talking about this with her mom. Apparently Mrs. Logan could sense that, cause she walked over, and hugged her daughter. “You know it’s perfectly natural to do that.” Ashley looked up at her mom, “You’re not upset with me?” Mrs. Logan hugged her daughter tightly, “There is nothing to be upset about, and everyone does it, even me.” “Moooom” “Ok I know you didn’t want to hear that, but I want you know that if you ever want to talk about it with me, I’m all ears. And I don’t think your dad needs to know about this, it’s a girl thing.” Ashley smiled, “Thanks mom, I don’t think I could face daddy if he knew.” “Its ok baby, now why don’t you come on down, dinner is almost ready.” K mom let me get some pants on.”

    Mrs. Logan put her hand on her daughters shoulder, “I think that if I want you to be open with me, then I want you to feel comfortable, if you want you can just wear your shirt and panties whenever your dad isn’t home. In fact…” with that Mrs. Logan unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing a nice set of legs, and a smooth firm ass. Mrs. Logan was wearing a pair of white bikini style panties.” Ashley blushed but couldn’t help but stare at her moms sexy ass, as she notice that he moms panties were almost transparent as she could see her moms butt crack through them. Mrs. Logan kick the jeans off and then turned around to face her daughter. Ashley’s eye fell on her mom crotch noticing that she could almost see a small trimmed patch of hair above her mom nether lips, and she could see her mom’s lips outlined in the panties as they had kind of ridden up into her slit. Ashley looked at her mom’s face. Mrs. Logan smiled, “Does it bother you because if it does, I’ll put them back on.” Ashley shook her head, “No mom, I just didn’t expect…well you look sexy, no wonder dad fell for you.” Mrs. Logan smiled and hugged her daughter again, “Whenever your dad isn’t home this will be our dress code for around the house ok.” “Sounds good mom, lets eat.” Mrs. Logan and her daughter walked out the room wearing only t-shirt and panties. They did not see a pair of blue eyes looking out of the closet door that had crack open.

    Mrs. Logan and Ashley sat at the table and ate and talked with each other about this and that. Ashley was really enjoying getting closer to her again. She felt very comfortable even though both of them were only wearing T-shirts and panties. After they got done eating they started washing the dishes. To Ashley’s amazement, Mrs. Logan slapped the water in the sink, splashing Ashley. Ashley screamed and then grinned and grabbed the water sprayer and began spraying her mom with water. Mrs. then grabbed a glass and filled it with water and tossed it at Ashley getting her wet. Soon both mom and daughter were splashing each other with water get the other soaked, both of them screaming and laughing and basically having a good time. Then when they tired they saw the mess of water all over the place and began cleaning it up. After they got done, both soaked, their clothes plastered to their bodies with water, Ashley noticed that her moms, panties had become transparent and she could see the pink of her skin and pussy through the wet fabric. Ashley felt a tingle deep in her pussy and blushed feeling ashamed for getting aroused by her mom. Then Ashley realized that her white t-shirt was also transparent and showing the pink skin of her tits, and nipples. Mrs. Logan had seen the transparency of her daughter’s shirt and felt that same tingle inside herself, and felt ashamed as well. “Why don’t we get these clothes off and dry up and just put some towels on, until our hair gets dry?” Ashley grinned, “sure mom, meet you back down in the living room. With that both mom and daughter raced upstairs and Ashley stopped at her room. She had already forgotten the scare she had earlier as she entered and then went into her connecting bathroom. She stripped off her panties and then her shirt and grabbed a towel and began rubbing down her body. Ashley felt like a little girl again, having fun with her mom, like in her younger years. Ashley realized that she had indeed missed those times, and decided she would make up for it by spending more time with her mom.

    Mrs. Logan went into her own bathroom on the third floor, and stripped off her own clothing. As she looked at her self in the mirror she examined her 36 c-cup tits, and quarter size nipples. Her skin had the same pinkish tint that her daughter had. Her oldest daughter had gotten her dad’s more tanned colored skin and dark brown hair. Mrs. Logan’s own hair was strawberry blonde, no where near as the fiery red hair that Ashley has. She had gotten that from her grandmother. Mrs. Logan ran her hands down over her firm breasts, and then down her firm stomach. She did not have that motherly type fat that a lot of women around the lower part of their bellies. She then examined her small in square patch of hair above her slit. She always kept her pussy neatly shaved around her lips, and kept her remaining pubic hair trimmed and short. Then she remembered seeing Ashley’s smooth bald pussy, glistening from her juices. With out realizing it, Mrs. Logan slipped her finger into her own hot wet pussy, and was surprised at how wet she was. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of her pussy, as a moaned escape from her lips. She closed her eyes, as she thrust her finger deep into her pussy, as she moaned. “MMMM, ooooh fuck.” As Mrs. continues fingering herself, she shoved two more fingers deep inside herself, “UUGGHhh, shit yesss, MMMMM, ahhhh.”

    She began thrusting her fingers faster into her sopping pussy, as her juices began to flow down her thighs. “AAAhhh yesss, UGGhhhhh ugghhh,, ahhhhh,” she moaned out. The image of her daughter standing half naked with her wet pussy flashed into her mind, she rammed her fingers deep into herself, “AAAAhhh fuck,” she cried out and then quickly stopped holding her fingers deep inside her, her orgasm just on the edge ready to explode she had stopped herself, “What the hell are doing Lisa, she is your daughter for God’s sake.” Mrs. Logan closed her eyes, as she realized she had almost made herself cum from thinking sexually about her own daughter. Mrs. Logan sighed as she began withdrawing her fingers from her pussy. The only problem was she had been right on the brink of cumming, her orgasm waiting for that last final thrust, and the motion of her fingers sliding back out of her brought her orgasm exploding from her pussy. “AAHHHHHh fuck UGGGhhhh.” The orgasm was so powerful that Mrs. Logan’s knees buckles and she sank down grasping her pussy, clamping down hard trying to stop her orgasm from happening, but only made her cum harder. As each wave of her orgasm hit, her hips bucked out, causing her pussy to thrust against her hand, which made her orgasm just hit her harder. “UGGHh UGGhhh AAAHHHhh no, please, UGGGhh, don’t, AAHHhhh do this, OoohHHH fuck, UGGHhhh, please no,” she pleaded with her body, but it didn’t do any good. Mrs. Logan was having the most powerful orgasm she had gotten in quite a long time, and her body wasn’t about to let it pass. Wave after wave kept surging forth as her multiple orgasms racked her body. “AAHHhhhhh UGGhhhhh fuckkk UGGhhhhh.”

    Mrs. Logan could not resist the awsome sensations that were coming from her pussy, and without realizing her hand fevereshly began rubbing her clit, mashing down on it hard. Mrs Logan screamed out her hips thrust forward one last time, her juices squirting out with such force that it shot three feet out. As the trembling in her body subsided, the bucking of her hips, being slight as the last her orgasm spasmed she sat down, feeling the sticky puddle of her juiced squishing under her ass, when she realized that someone else was there. Mrs. Logan looked up and gasp cover her tits with one arm and her pussy with her hand, as she stared at Ashley who was in the doorway staring back in turn with her mouth open. “Oh God Ashley oh you should not have seen that, Oh I’m so sorry, so sorry.” Mrs. Logan began crying, “Oh I wish you had not seen that.” Ashley knelt beside her mom and embraced her, “Its ok mom, after all you said it was only natural to do that. Besides I thought I thought it was sexy as hell, it looked like it was an awesome orgasm.” Mrs. Logan choked back a sob, “Oh baby it was awesome, I haven’t had one like that for some time.” “Doesn’t daddy give you orgasms?” Mrs. Logan nodded her head, “Oh yes I always have an orgasm with him, just not one like this in a long time. By the way why were up here?” Ashley blushed, “I heard you moan, and I thought maybe you might have gotten hurt so I came up to check on you, and when I saw you down on your knees cumming like that, I thought you really needed it so I just let you go, and watch, I’m sorry if I upset you.” Mrs. Logan smiled, “I’m not upset baby, just surprised at myself for getting carried away.”

    Ashley stood up and grabbed a towel and handed it to her mom, “Its ok mom, I won’t tell daddy, it’ll just be between you and me.” Mrs. Logan wrapped the towel around her body and stood up. “Thanks baby. What do you say we watch a movie. I can set the hide-a-way bed in the couch out so we can just camped down there tonight.” “Ashley smiled, “Sounds like fun mom, just like old times. “How bout I get some ice cream for us.” “Sounds good sweety, I’ll be down in a minute.” Ashley walked out of her moms and went downstairs. Mrs. Logan grabbed another towel and began cleaning up her sticky mess that she had made on the floor. Her heart was pounding. She was so glad that Ashley did not know what had given her the orgasm. Mrs. Logan was so ashamed of herself. She should not be having sexual thoughts and getting turned on by her daughter. So why could she not get the image of Ashley being naked out of her head. Mrs. Logan wipe hers eyes, and then blew her nose. She flipped off the switch to the bathroom and the flipped off the switch in her bedroom. It was already dark outside, making it pitch black in her room. “I’m so glad Ash and I are going to camp out in the living room. Now I see why Ashley got so scared in her room. This old house can give you the creeps, specially in the dark, and I just don’t feel like sleeping in by myself tonight. Oh Lisa your just spooking yourself. Maybe after a couple of days it will feel more like home. Mrs. Logan then walked out of her room shutting the door.

    In the far corner a tall shape of a person stepped out of the shadows, the moonlight catching him through the partially open curtains, and evil look in eye, as a wicked grin crossed his face. Out in the woods a distance the sound of dog barking rose up, as a dark big shape of a dog moved through the tree lines for the house. The man walked to the window and looked out and saw the dog as it stepped out of the tree line. Both man and dog locked eye contact and it would seem to a passerby who might have witness that some form of communication and understanding was taking place. The dog stared at the man for a few minutes before turning around walking back in the woods, a shadow amongst shadows, as it headed for the south portion of the yard. The wilderness animals all became silent and trembled as this beast came near them. Terror and dread came from this shadow dog. The man then turned and walked back into the shadows of the room fading in with them, blending with the darkness. The time would soon come. The time for vengeance would at last come.

    To Be Continued………


  • SYLVIA, MAKING MY SEXUAL FANTASIES HAPPEN.

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    A few months ago I never imagined I would be extremely turned on while watching one of my fifty-year old girlfriends sucking my thirty-five year lovers cock. And a little while later watching her toy boy suck his cock.

    I am Sylvia a forty-five year old widow after my much older husband died almost two years ago. My parents were Danish so I have inherited their tall, slim bearing and my mother’s good looks. My girlfriends tell me I have a very good body still, good smooth skin, an hour glass figure and I modestly agree.

    When I pose naked in heels in front of my wall length bedroom mirrors I can’t help but admiring my body and feeling very frustrated. Good long legs, even better hips and I can see my well rounded and still dimple free ass reflected in the mirror on the other wall. My best feature I muse as I tease my large erect nipples is my large firm 36D tits, though I must shave my overgrown pubic hair or have it waxed.

    I have decided I have been a grieving widow for far too long.I haven’t had sex for around three years, and have only ever had sex with one man, my late husband. When some of my girlfriends regale me with stories of their sex lives I realize I have a lot of catching up to do and have missed out on lots of sexual excitement.

    In due course I told Jill, a fifty-year old girlfriend that I was determined to find a lover, or maybe even a toy boy. “You need to start with a new sexy lingerie, it will make you feel empowered and turn any man on,” she tells me.

    “You are a Libran, that is a very sexy star sign, what type of man would you like to connect with?,” Jill asks as she watches me trying on a range of skimpy and very sexy lingerie. “What you need is a younger, well hung stud, like my current man.”

    “What about this outfit,” I ask enjoying flaunting my naked body for another woman as I try on a black garter belt and stockings then stand legs apart in heels.

    “Sensational, buy it and put it to use, that will turn any man on on, it turns me on,” she whispers as I shudder while she runs a finger tip along my cunt lips. I enjoyed Jill touching me and I really do need a sex life I muse with a wan smile.

    I still hadn’t decided what type of man I would like to connect with before I joined a singles club. After a few cocktail parties where I failed to connect with anyone, I met Mitch at a Friday function. Good looking man, very attractive and masculine body, fun to be with and ten-years younger than me with a bushy moustache.

    Dinner date and drinks at a top restaurant on the Saturday, Sunday yum cha lunch followed by passionate kissing with our hands all over each at his condo while I explained I had not had sex for years. And I did enjoy teasing him by showing him my tits and having him lick my nipples.

    “Dinner at my place Tuesday night,” I told him as I left very sexually stimulated.

    “I am ready to fuck him tonight, very exciting for me,” I told Jill on the Tuesday afternoon as she waxed my pubic hair for me, sprayed my naked body with sun tan and gave me some seduction tips.

    “You are a good catch and a very fuckable woman Sylvia. Your naked body should turn any man on and a good few women as well, it turns me on. Phone me tomorrow and tell me about it.”

    “He is a sex machine with a thick, nine-inch cock and he fucked me three times,” I tell Jill on the phone next day. “I wore a conservative knee length dress, heels and the stockings and garter belt you picked for me, nothing else. I cooked a simple meal with just one bottle of wine. I felt very nervous and lacking some confidence as I stood and asked him to undo the zip at the back of my dress and it dropped to the floor.

    “My confidence soon bounced back when he told me, ‘Wow, I love garter belts and stockings, you have the perfect body for it, I want you. Did I tell you we fucked three times? And I had forgotten I am multi-orgasmic.”

    “I am pleased for you, though I don’t quite believe he could be nine inches Sylvia, though I would like to see for myself.

    The first time Mitch gave me oral sex was a revelation. Forty-five years old and never had my cunt licked nor an oral orgasm. The tip of his tongue on my clitoris after he licked his way up my inner thighs was sexual heaven as I sat on a chair in front of a wall mirror with him kneeling in front of me with my legs over his shoulders with his fingers teasing my very erect nipples as I watched in the mirror. Never knew my nipples could become as erect as that. And when he he slid his bushy moustache along my cunt lips I was almost screaming with pleasure.

    He soon taught me the difference between a vaginal orgasm and and a clitoral orgasm and how to enjoy the build up.

    Even more exciting was the first time he had me sit on his face so he could hold my ass and slide my cunt lips along along his tongue while I watched in the mirror.

    Within a few weeks there was hardly any part of my naked body Mitch had not kissed and licked. He loved my big firm tits and licking my erect nipples while he teased my cunt lips with a fingertip.

    No man had ever kissed my naked ass until Mitch had me stand naked in heels, a g-string and my favorite perfume, legs wide apart in front of a mirror as he smeared oil all over my ass. Then he knelt behind me, kissed and licked my ass cheeks as he teased my inner thighs with his oily fingertip then put an arm between my legs and teased my cunt lips with a fingertip with beautiful, relaxing choral music playing.

    He was kneeling behind me, his hands on my hips as he kissed and licked my ass cheeks. “Your high heels and g-string accentuate your ass cheeks, love it,” he tells me as he alternates from one side to the other. I find that very exciting. He told me the first time he had my naked body he was attracted by my gorgeous ass.

    He takes his hands off my hips The only contact we have now is his lips and tongue on my ass. Why haven’t I had this before I muse.

    “I want to bring you to orgasm while I lick and kiss your ass. Would you like that sweetheart?,” he asks as he moved one arm between my legs and teased my vagina with the tip of one finger.

    He keeps licking and kissing my ass cheeks and I am very accommodating. “Like that sweetheart? I can stop if you want me to,” he whispers.

    To tease me he stops. Instead he teases my nipples with the tips of two fingers while still kissing my ass. My nipples react immediately.

    “Which do you prefer,” he asks rhetorically as he teases my nipples with one finger and teases my clit with the other hand, while still licking and kissing my ass cheeks.

    “I am very turned on, I want to bite your ass cheeks, he moans as I anticipate him doing just that.

    “I am your pleasure machine sweetheart,” he tells me as he teases the full length of my cunt lips with one finger. Teasing, teasing, ever so slowly in sync with the music

    “I am tempted to use a vibrator to heighten your pleasure, but I don’t know which one you prefer today, the big one, or the very large one,” he whispers as he keeps teasing with a finger.

    “Kissing and licking your ass cheeks has given me a roaring erection. I fantasize what you might do with it for my pleasure,” he whispers again.

    “But first I want to please you, take you over the edge. You told me you wanted new sexual experiences and to be teased. Is this what you had in mind then?” Is this what you meant?” he asks in between kissing and licking my ass cheeks.

    His breathing is getting heavier. I can feel him tensing.

    “I want to bite your glorious ass, he whispers. “Hard enough to leave an impression and heighten your orgasm. Anything to give you special pleasure. And receive it back in turn.”

    The music is moving to a crescendo. And so am I as he bites my ass, softly, then harder, then chews it as my whole body trembles in a huge orgasm.

    “You are a brilliant performer, just brilliant,” he tells me as we fuck like rabbits.

    Over time I kept telling Jill that he liked me sucking his nine-inch cock but I felt my technique was not quite right for him. I also kept telling Jill that my lover really was nine-inches and thick though she remained skeptical until I relented when she asked if she could have Mitch and show me her blow job technique.

    “Jill still refuses to believe you have a nine-inch cock,” I told Mitch as he lay on his back while I was sitting on the full length of it and enjoying slow tantric sex while we teased each others nipples with our fingertips.

    “I want to watch her blowjob technique and she can measure you at the same time. I have never watched a woman sucking a man’s cock, watching my fifty-year old girlfriend blowing my much younger man would be very exciting. Will you do do that for me?”

    “Yes, Sunday afternoon,” he smiled as be bent over me and fucked me in a frenzy.

    “What are the rules?” Jill asked when I confirmed with her.

    “Play it by ear, this is for the three of us, make it exciting for me especially, I am on a sexual learning curve. What should I wear?, I ask as an after thought.

    “Your tight black leather slacks and topless for me, I love looking at your your tits and very sexy nipples. A bonus turn on for me.”

    I had never seen Jill naked though she was a very attractive and sexy size 12-14 woman and I hoped she would be naked for us while she sucked my man’s cock. And deep down I was wondering and intrigued by what it would be like to have another woman lick and pleasure my cunt.

    Jill arrived a little late which heightened the sexual tension as we both wondered how this would play out. Mitch is very agitated and I can see he already has a semi-erection under his short, black silk dressing gown.

    “You must be Mitch, I have heard lots of big things about you, I am here to pleasure you while Sylvia watches, is that what you want,” Jill smiles full of confidence as she looks closely at him. “Not bad for fifty,” she teases as she slowly slides the zipper down then flashes open her short black dress and asks me hang it up for her.

    “Pleased that you dressed as I asked Sylvia, I love those tight black leather slacks with you topless, your tits and ass are awesome, fucking awesome, an extra turn on for me, I love looking at your your tits and very sexy nipples.”

    Mitch is obviously impressed with her tanned sexy body, so am I, good tits spilling out of a cup-less bra and a tiny crotch-less, high-cut g-string which highlights her very good ass and legs.

    “Not bad for fifty,” she teases again as she kisses me passionately, my bi-curious side aroused, before she struts around the room flaunting her almost naked body.

    “Now you Mitch, do I turn you on, is it really true what Sylvia tells me about you? Open his gown for me Sylvia.”

    I am very turned on as I am about to offer my lover to my girlfriend and want to watch her pleasure his very erect cock which is obvious under his gown.

    “Oh fuck, that is magnificent, just magnificent. And a hairy chested man with no pubic hair, love it.

    “And it really is nine-inches. And thick and very hard,” Jill moans with a tape in her hand and measures it top, bottom and sides while Mitch poses, legs apart as he slides his cock ring on and clips it under his balls. A visual turn on for two women.

    “How long can you last for me big boy, I have never had a cock as big as yours or a man fifteen years younger before, so make it good for me,” Jill teases as she rubs ice cubes on his nipples, a new trick for me.

    “Sylvia wants to compare my technique. Use my phone and take some photos for me Sylvia.”

    “Want to sit or stand while I suck you?” Jill asks

    “Sit in front of the mirror while I ogle your ass, Sylvia can stand behind me and tease my nipples.

    I watch fascinated as Jill licks and kisses my man’s erection as she scratches his balls, he really is impressive with his cock ring I muse, very turned on by this new experience as I take photographs for Jill.

    A strange feeling, though a very arousing one, as I watch Jill take my man’s erection between her lips and slide at least half it in and out of her lips while I take more photographs.

    “Is she good sweetheart? I like watching you enjoying another woman sucking your cock, love it, it is turning me on. What can I do to make it better for you?

    “Kiss me and tease and chew my nipples sweetheart,” he asks as I readily comply and watch her technique with his cock in her mouth and one hand around Mitch’s throbbing erection, with the veins bulging.

    “My man would love to blow your nine-inches and I would love to watch. Would you like that? He is very talented, how about you Sylvia?” Jill asks after what must be ten minutes while Mitch is still rock hard.

    “Okay by me,” I readily agree, very turned on by what I am watching, I smile looking forward to another new sexual experience. “How about you sweetheart, will you do that for me? I would love to watch Jill’s man blow you.

    “Yes, yes, yes.”

    “Anything else can I do to make it better for you sweetheart?, I ask sensing he is very close to orgasm as he is breathing very heavily.

    “Kiss your ass, kiss your ass, now, right now,” he moans as I slide my leather slacks off to accommodate him.

    “Wow, that is really something, awesome, fucking awesome,” Jill whispers as she watches Mitch kissing my ass cheeks with two hands wrapped around his erection.

    “Watch this Sylvia, I am going to finish him off,” she teases as she licks, sucks and blows on Mitch’s erection, then rubs the tip of her thumb and for-finger along the full length of his cock while she sucks just the tip of it.

    “Is that good sweetheart, I love watching what she is doing to you, bite my ass, hurt me, I love it, love it,” I whisper as I pinch his nipples and watch his whole body shudder as he is almost screaming as he blows.

    A few days later Jill phoned me and told me she had something on her mind that was bothering her and needed to talk to me about.

    “I think I know what is bothering you, is this it?,” I smiled as she walked in and I opened my black silk dressing gown to show her my naked body. “Yes, you are a very exciting woman, I want it very much. I have been thinking about you while I masturbated every day since Sunday.

    “Come and join me I have just run a bath for us.

    “No woman has ever had me,” I tell Jill as we soap each other and kiss. “I have wanted this ever since I showed you my naked body in the shop dressing room and you ran a fingertip along my cunt lips, watching you blow my man on Sunday has me lusting for you. Is it true you are bisexual?”

    Jill smiles demurely and doesn’t bother to answer as we dry each other off and kiss passionately with our hands all over each other. “Your tits are magnificent and the sexiest nipples I have ever had,” she whispers as she licks them. “And I have never wanted to kiss a woman’s ass until I saw yours the first time,” she whispers as I enjoy her kissing and licking it as she kneels behind me.

    “I want to give you new levels of sexual pleasure and you can watch in all the mirrors, I love the one on the ceiling. And I love some commentary while I am fucking a lady with my tongue, a huge turn on, don’t hold back,” she tells me as she lays me on my bed.

    “You really are a very fuckable woman for both sexes,” she tells me as she lays between my wide open legs, knees in the air, her arms wrapped around my thighs and licks her way up the insides of my thighs as she teases my engorged clit with a fingertip.

    “Do you really want this?,” she teases as her tongue flicks my cunt lips. “I can stop if you want me to.”

    “Yes, I do, don’t you dare stop, that is exquisite, fuck my cunt with your tongue, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it for me.”

    “My life has turned around in the last few months, I have had sexual experiences I could only fantazise about, I am in a constant state of sexual arousal,” I tell Jill in the afterglow.

    A week later Jill phoned and reminded me, “I would love to watch my man Jac blow your man’s nine-inches. Would you like that Sylvia?”

    “We are both keen on the idea Jill, let’s make it next Sunday and let’s make it very exciting. I would love to tease your man with my naked body for you.”

    During the week Jill and I had decided that our men should both strip down to sexy jock straps and we would oil each other’s men as foreplay for them.

    “What shall we wear?, I asked,

    “Less is more, lets both be stark naked, we need heels though.”

    Lots of sexual tension on the day as two younger and tense men who had never met each other size each other up. Without saying a word Jill and I undress each other as the two men watch mesmerized. I make a point of walking around Jill’s man so he can enjoy my naked body, front and rear.

    Jill’s man Jac is a very pretty toy boy and has a good tanned body I note as he strips down to his bulging jock strap and stands with his legs apart as I start to oil his body, chest, inner thighs, ass, while Jill does the same to my man.

    “I blew your magnificent nine-inch cock two weeks ago while Sylvia watched. Today we are both going to watch while my man blows you. Is that exciting for you?,” Jill teases as she pulls the front of my man’s jock strap down and applies oil to his already semi-erect cock.

    “When was the last time another man sucked your cock Mitch?,” Jill asks. though I am pleased when he doesn’t answer.

    “Make it really good for us sweetheart, all the bells and whistles,” Jill murmurs as her man starts licking and chewing Mitch’s nipples while he feels the weight of his erection in his hand before Mitch fits his cock ring.

    The two men have not said a word to each other but the sexual attraction is obvious as Jill’s man speaks for the first time, “Two gorgeous, older, naked women want to watch me blow your nine-inch cock. Would you like that?”

    “Yes, yes, do it, I am rock hard for you.”

    “What’s your favorite position?”

    “Lying on my back on the bed, we can all watch in the mirrors.”

    “Your cock is awesome,” Jac says as he licks Mitch’s balls after placing a pillow under his ass.

    “Fucking awesome,” Jac whispers as we watch him lick the underside, then the sides.

    “Absolutely fucking awesome, and thick, my biggest ever challenge,” Jac whispers as he commences sucking it.

    The veins in his cock are bulging as Jac teases, “Love your huge cock, how long can you last for?,” as he scratches his balls and lightly kisses and licks it, blows on it, then rubs the tips of his thumb and forefinger along it, softly then very hard.

    Jill and I watch fascinated as Jac teases the tip of his cock between is lips, teases his nipples with his fingertips, then pinches them and I can almost feel him wince and react.

    “Love your big cock Mitch, how long can you last for?,” he teases again as he is blowing my man, intent on providing maximum sexual pleasure.

    “Your cock is magic, but you still haven’t told me how long can you last for,” Jac whispers, “Do you like a long or short and quick blow job?

    “Size is important and you are a full size. I like a man who can last and make me really work so I can demonstrate my skills with two women watching. How about a long slow teasing build up before I finish you off?”

    “Jill likes talking to me like this when she blows me with another person watching.

    “Yours cock is much bigger than mine, I am impressed, very impressed. Like an iron bar.”

    Mitch is getting close, very close, I can tell by his breathing.

    “Finish him off then you can watch Jill pleasure me. She told me she loves watching you blow another man, especially a very well hung one. And Mitch is hung and very hard, rock hard. Is that for you or all of us?

    “Mitch likes me counting down from ten to one, slowly though to reach orgasm. Should I count for you? I can start now?”

    “Yes, need some more oil,” Jac moans with his two hands wrapped around Mitch’s throbbing erection with veins bulging as slides both them along his full length as as I apply some oil as he sucks the tip of it.

    “Do it for us sweetheart, tell us about it, your cock is magnificent, fucking magnificent. … three, two, one,” I whisper very aroused.

    A few minutes later my sexual excitement and boundaries are reaching new limits with Jill kneeling in front of me as she licks my very wet cunt lips while I watch her man masturbating his modest erection.

    To make this even more exciting and memorable I am going to try and hold back the huge orgasm I have been building up to.

    “Look what Jill is doing to me sweetheart, is that a turn on for you while her man is masturbating. Do you like watching another woman licking my cunt? I do, love it,” very much in charge of the situation.

    Watching another man masturbate after I have just watched him blow my man as his lady licks my cunt is a huge new sexual experience for me.

    “How about you Zac, is that good while you are masturbating?

    “Would you like me to count to ten for you so we can orgasm together?”

    I have the attention of both men as they watch closely and Jac appears to like what I am enjoying even more than my man.

    “Cum with me when I get to one Jac” I moan as I count down from ten, ready for a huge orgasm as Jill is licking me in a frenzy.

    “One, now, now,” I am almost screaming as I have a fantastic long, shuddering orgasm and watch Zac blow.

    “Today is going to be a very difficult act to follow sweetheart, such a turn on, so fucking good,” Mitch told me that night while he was fucking me from behind with my ass cheeks in his hands.

    “Such a turn on, so fucking good, you are a sex goddess.”


  • HOME COMING_(1)

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    My phone rang at some un-godly hour Saturday morning. “Hello,” I said groggily while my husband Craig lay in bed still asleep.

    “What’s up Christina?” It was Logan, an old friend of mine from childhood.

    I rolled over to look at my clock on the nightstand and saw it was five in the morning. “Do you know what time it is?” I asked.

    “Yea, its way too late in the morning for you to still be in bed,” he said in his military command voice.

    “Don’t lecture me on how late is too late. I’m not the one that ran off to join the Army. And just to let you know, 5 a.m. for us civilians is early,” I said scolding him.

    Logan laughed then said, “Well the main reason I called is to let you know that I’m coming to L.A. for some training that the Army wants me to do and I will be in town for the next two months. I figured since I was there that we could get together for dinner and drinks.”

    Logan and I stayed in touch but I hadn’t seen him for more than four years so I was very excited about getting to see him.

    “That would be great! You can finally meet my husband!”

    “Great! Let’s say we go to dinner next Saturday, my treat.”

    “Okay, I can’t wait!” I replied.

    The week went by and Craig and I were getting ready to for our dinner date with Logan. Craig came out of the bathroom naked while I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up.

    I loved seeing coming out of the shower naked. His 6’2” body was smooth from his freshly shaved head to his neatly trimmed pubic hair just above his long, thick cock. His well defined body glistened from beads of water and I found myself wanting him to fuck me before our dinner date with Logan.

    “Are you ready babe?” he asked while he sat on our king size bed.

    “Almost, I have just one thing to do before I’m ready.”

    I stood up from my vanity and walked over to Craig. “Well you look ready to me, what else do you have to do?” he asked as he looked up at me.

    “Oh … just this.” I said as I grabbed the hem of the black form fitting evening dress that covered my long legs, rounded tight ass and my 36DD breasts, then lifted my dress up slowly, showing him at first the lacy tops of my thigh-high black stockings and then my bare shaved pussy.

    Wide-eyed, Craig said, “What are you doing?”

    “Relax, Logan isn’t due here for another hour and he is always late,” I responded as I dropped to my knees between his legs.

    “But …” was all Craig could say before I interrupted his sentence by leaning in and licking his shaved balls. My tongue dancing around his balls which made his cock swell up to its full nine inches in a matter of a couple of seconds. It always turned me on when I felt his cock grow in my hands and I could feel my pussy begin to grow wet because of it.

    While I sucked on his cock I thought about his cock buried in my ass. I reached between my legs and began to finger myself so when I was ready for him I could use my pussy juice as lube for my ass. Craig moaned loudly as I worked my up the shaft of his cock and then wrapped my red painted lips around the tip, teasing him without mercy.

    He looked down his body into my steel blue eyes and said, “Oh fuck! I love seeing your mouth stretched by my cock!”

    Craig and I have always liked to talk dirty to each other while having sex. Other times when we fucked we would talk about one of our fantasies. He always said he wanted to watch me fuck another man and I wanted a three way with two men. It didn’t matter if we talking dirty or about our fantasies it always had the same result; it made both of us cum hard.

    I pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, “Yea but I know you really want to see me sucking on another man’s cock, don’t you?”

    “Oh god yes! I want to see you sucking another man’s cock or being fucked hard by him!” he said in a shuttering voice.

    I felt his cock twitch and grow even harder in my hand when said he want to watch me being fucked hard and I knew he was starting to go beyond the fantasy stage and was now seriously considering letting another man have his way with me.

    “Ooh, I bet you would want me to lick his balls, suck his cock and let him fuck any hole he wanted to while the whole time you sit down and watch him use me like a dirty slut!” I said before taking his cock back into my mouth.

    “Yea, I want to watch you be a fucking whore! I want to see a big cock slide in and out of your pussy!” he screamed out.

    I deep throated him and held his cock deep inside for a few seconds then, after I came up for air, I said, “Mmm, I bet you would even want to help him fuck me by shoving your huge cock in my tight ass while he is pounding my wet fuck hole!”

    “I would do anything for you! I would fuck your slutty little ass deep and hard if that is what you want!” he said as he fell back onto the bed. Hearing say that turned me on even more and I took his cock deep into my throat. My clit swelled and my pussy leaked profusely, so much that my juices ran down my thighs and dripped onto the floor.

    While I sucked him deeply I ran my hand from my pussy to my ass and rubbed my own pussy juices against my puckering asshole. At the same time I broke away from sucking his cock and large amounts of per-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock and ran down the shaft, which I used like a lube as well.

    Once I had his cock and my ass slippery with our combined fluids, I stood up and crawled onto his naked body. I reached down between my legs and grabbed onto his throbbing cock and guided it into my hungry ass. I slowly worked my hips in an up and down motion, easing Craig’s thick cock into my ass until he was completely buried inside of me. After I had him inside of me I rocked my hips, grinding his cock hard.

    “Oh god! Your cock is so fucking big!” I squealed.

    Craig clasped his strong hands onto my slender waist and began to take control of my body. At first he rocked my back and forth slowly but with each passing second his pace became quicker and harder.

    Before I realized it, he was rocking me so hard against his cock that the heavy oak head board of our bed was beginning to slam against the bedroom wall.

    “Oh fuck! Fuck my ass hard you bastard! Fuck me as hard as you can!” I said as I placed my hands on his chest so I wouldn’t fall off of him. Craig had rolled me onto my back and pushed my stocking covered legs back so my knees were by my ears and drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass.

    “Tell me you like getting fucked, slut!” he screamed.

    I screamed out loudly, “Oh fuck, yea! I love to be fucked! I want you to watch me get fucked like this and be treated like a filthy fuck toy!”

    Craig’s pace went faster and hard until his body shimmered from the small beads of sweat that was now coming out of his pores.

    “I’ll do more than just watch, I’ll fuck your pussy while you get your ass bored out!” he shouted back at me. With him fucking ass hard and talking about my fantasy, I felt my pussy grow wetter and tingled. I knew I was going to cum soon.

    Craig slid two of his fingers into my pussy and pumped them fast and hard, alternating them between the thrusts of his cock. “Tell me that you love this slut! Tell me you love having both of you holes filled! Tell me that you’re a filthy little whore!” he demanded.

    “Oh fuck yea! I’m a whore! I’m a filthy, god-damn whore that loves to be … oh my god!” I couldn’t finish my sentence because I began to cum hard from Craig’s cock and fingers. My whole body shook as I felt my clit become almost too sensitive and a hot sensation race throughout my body, starting from my soaking pussy and ended at the top of my head and bottoms of my feet.

    I screamed out in pure animal lust and my pussy gush a stream of cum, spraying up to Craig’s chest and covering my own belly and breasts. “Oh fuck that is so hot! I’m going to… fucking… cum!” he yelled.

    I could feel his cock unleash his hot load of cum into my tight ass as his body begun to shake uncontrollably on top of me. Once he was done coming he slid out of me allowing his sticky cum to ooze out of my freshly pounded ass and we both laid there quietly to catch or breaths.

    Craig looked up at the clock and realized that Logan was going to be at the house in 30 minutes. “Oh shit! Look at the time! We need to get cleaned up!” he said jumping out of the bed and running to the shower.

    We both got cleaned up and I had to find another dress, since the one I had on, ended up covered in cum. But Logan being Logan, he was 30 minutes late getting to the house. And we were ready to go to dinner before he got there and Logan was none the wiser for it.

    We all piled into my jeep and went to dinner. We ate and the “boys” drank.

    Craig and Logan were hitting it off which kind of surprised me since Craig tends to be a little shy around people he doesn’t know. But they had so much in common and Logan is the type of person that never has met a stranger, before I knew it they were acting like they had known each other forever.

    We left the restaurant and we were heading towards my jeep when Logan asked, “Well it’s still early, what do you want to do now?”

    Before I could say anything both Craig and Logan said in unison, “Strip club!”

    I had nothing against strip clubs but I didn’t want to go to some rat hole where the ladies look like they smoked too much meth or had more stretch marks on their bodies that there were lines on a city map. So I agreed to go and babysit them as long as I got to pick the place. Both agreed.

    I took the guys to a place called “The Body Shop”. It was a large club with plenty of hot girls to look at. Drinks were kind of expensive but not watered down and for those wanting a special one on one dance they had private rooms to go to. Logan asked how I knew about this place. Before I could answer, Craig spoke.

    “She used to come here now and then we she was going through grad school. A matter of fact this is where we met for the first time.”

    “Wow, really?” Logan asked.

    “Yep, I saw here and figured that a hot lady like Christina here would come into a strip club she had to be a little freaky. But after I got to know her better the pure sexual desire was replaced by love,” Craig said.

    “Aw aren’t you Mr. romantic?” Logan replied.

    We all laughed and continued our conversation on the way to the club. We got to the club around 10, which was a good thing because we were able to get a table close to the bar and stage. The boys drank while I sipped on soda and we all threw a few dollar bills at the dancers.

    As the night went on both Craig and Logan were getting a good buzz on, which was fine by me. They weren’t acting stupid but Logan was giving both Craig and I money for the dancers like it was going out of style.

    Then finally Logan called three girls over to the table and bought each of us a lap dance in a private room.

    I ended up having a petite redhead as my dancer. She was only 5’2” and maybe weighted 100 pounds but she was really sexy for her size. She had a body that have an ounce of fat on it, emerald green eyes and a 34B chest that was perfect for her body.

    “Lexus” was her name and she took me by the hand and led me to one of the private rooms

    . Once inside she asked me to sit on an oversized leather couch and she locked the door.

    “So have you ever had a lap dance before?” she asked.

    I smiled. “More than most,” I answered.

    Lexus walked seductively towards me and looked me up and down and said, “Well you most know the rules then.”

    I lean back further into the leather couch and said, “It has been a while since I had a lap dance but I know the big ones.”

    At this time the redheaded vixen had reached me and lowered herself between my legs and slowly spread them with her soft hands, causing my dress to ride up my thighs. “Well don’t worry about the rules; they are mainly to keep the guys in check. Besides you are one sexy lady and I don’t mind bending the rules as long as you don’t mind.”

    “Rules are made to be broken.” I replied with a smile.

    Her hands slid up my legs until they reached to tops of my stockings, where she used her painted fingernails to tease the soft bare flesh just above them. Chill bumps raced throughout my body and I spread my legs a little wider so Lexus could get her body closer to me.

    She pulled her hands out from underneath my dress and removed her red lace bra she was wearing and slid her matching G-Strings off her hips.

    The music started and she began to move with the beat. She lean back on her knees putting her hands behind herself onto the floor and spread her knees apart, exposing more of her body. It was almost perfect. She had pink eraser sized nipples and her tight looking pussy that had patch of red pubic hair neatly shaven in the letter “V” just above it. Her skin was a flawless milky white and I wanted to feel her against my body.

    Lexus moved seductively for a minute or two on the floor, showing me the rest of her perfect body. Her ass was the best part of her body. It was a small rounded tight ass and completely smooth. The type of bottom that looked like it needed to have a good spanking.

    As I watched her danced I remembered I why I liked this club so much. I just wish my favorite dancer, “Starr”, still performed. She used to give me special dances in my college days, which always left me completely drained and satisfied.

    After Lexus was done doing her floor movements she slid back up my body and between my legs where she had started. But this time she had moved her soft hands further up my legs and she used her finger tips to dance just outside of my pussy causing me to tingle. I was beginning to think that I might have a new favorite dancer soon.

    “Are you okay with this?” she asked.

    I slid my body so my own spank-able bottom was on the edge of the couch and spread my legs wider. I reached up and softly stroked Lexus’ face and said, “I’m more than okay with this.”

    Lexus lean in and kissed me softly on the lips, and then she kissed me deeper. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and one of her hands moved to my pussy and flicked at my clit causing me to get wet. She broke from our kiss and shifted her body so her left nipple was close to my hungry mouth, which I quickly took. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple until it was stiff. I the same to other one and took turns on them until I heard her whimper softly. The entire time I was teasing Lexus body with my tongue, she used her finger on my clit and gotten me thoroughly wet.

    “Oh shit your good!” she said.

    “You aren’t too bad yourself,” I said in a lustful voice.

    Lexus lean in and kissed me deeply again and laid me back onto the couch, sliding my dress above my waist and worked her way on top of me and between my legs. The entire time she didn’t break from our deep kissing. “Oh fuck you got me so fucking horny!” I said.

    “Mmmm… I think I can make you even more excited if you want me to?”

    I simply nodded my head and she smiled at me. Lexus moved her body to my feet and then scissor her legs between mine. When her hot pussy touched mine we both let out a small gasp and I began to play with my nipples through my dress.

    Feeling my nipples stain against the satin bra I wore that night and myself pinching at my own nipples really had me turned on. I really wanted this hot girl to fuck me hard.

    Lexus began to grind herself against me and she bit at her lower lip. Seeing her getting lost in the lust filled moment was causing me to grow closer to my own orgasm.

    The sexy nymph’s body began to shake and her breathing became erratic, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I knew that she was going to cum soon.

    “That’s it baby… cum for me… cum on my pussy!” I said in a whisper just in case someone was just outside the door and as listening in on us.

    Lexus was breathing hard through her nose and she was pinching her own nipples hard.

    While she rubbed hard against my pussy, I squeezed my own breasts and pinched at my nipples. My clit was hard, juices were pouring out of my pussy and I felt a hot intense sensation building up in my lower stomach and it was working its way down to my soaking hole. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I came.

    “Oh shit…oh shit… I’m fucking cummi…” Lexus grunted through mashed teeth trying her best to be quiet.

    Her body thrashed about wildly and I could feel her pussy gush a flood of cum onto my pussy and the couch we were on. I was amazed on how hot her cum was and how much she squirted. I thought that I was one of the few women that squirted so it was nice to find another one.

    Lexus was still grinding her pussy against me as she came, and I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. But just before I could cum a loud pounding came from the door that startled us both. It was the bouncer telling Lexus that time was up and I needed to leave. She quickly answered back and went to a small cabinet where there were towels and cleaning supplies.

    “Oh my god I’m so sorry… I got so wrapped up by you I forgot about you!” she said.

    I was a little upset that I didn’t get to cum but I understood the house rules and didn’t want her to get into any trouble. “It’s okay; I can always go home and fuck my husband,” I replied.

    I took the towel she handed me and cleaned myself off, making sure that my dress didn’t have any wet spots on it and began to head out the door. But before I left, Lexus said, “Wait! Here let me give you something.”

    She ran over to the cabinet and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something down and returned to me. “Look I really feel bad about cheating out of an orgasm, so here is my cell phone number and my real name.”

    Before I left the room, she told me to call her anytime if I wanted to finish what we started.

    Sexually frustrated but happy that I met a new “friend” I went back to the table where Craig and Logan were seated. Both looked up at me with cheese eating grins on their faces before Logan finally spoke.

    “So…?”

    “So what?” I asked.

    Craig chimed in, “So how was your lap dance?”

    I looked down at the two of them for a second then a wicked smile came over my face. Not because of what just had happened but I had decided that I had two horny men sitting in front of me and that night I was going to have my fantasy.

    “So are you going to say something?” Logan asked.

    “Yes, a matter of fact I’m going to say two something’s. One we need to leave, so get your shit and let’s get going; and two, a lady never kisses and tells.”

    Both Craig’s and Logan’s jaw nearly hit the floor on my last statement and I think their poor little “man brains” damn near exploded.

    I started towards the front door of the club and the two men followed.

    The drive back the two were asking questions about my lap dance and they realized that they weren’t going to get anything out of me they started to talk about their lap dances. And from what I was hearing them say about them, my dance was far better.

    About 40 minutes later we got to the house and I was able to “convince” Logan to stay the night with us, by telling him he had way too much to drink to drive back to his hotel.

    He didn’t argue one bit and asked if we had anything to drink in the house. I ensured him that we did and got the two buzzing men into the living room. The two talked about the lap dances they got and were comparing notes on the dancer’s styles and how they would “tear that pussy up” if they had a chance.

    I, on the other hand, played the dutiful wife and made sure they had drinks and had something to eat before I excused myself to get changed into “something more comfortable.” The two had no idea what was going to happen next.

    I ran upstairs to the bedroom and quickly changed into a black satin corset that I had and my matching elbow lengths satin gloves. I decide to forgo the panties that night. I went to my vanity and “slutty-uped” my make up before I returned to the living room.

    I was looking at myself in the mirror and felt a wave of nervous energy wash over me. “What am I doing? Am I sure I want to do this?” I asked myself.

    But as quickly as my nerves came, they went away and was replaced by pure lustful desires. It only took a few seconds of me thinking about having a cock in my pussy and ass at the same time to cause the “tingling” sensation to flood my aching pussy. Looking back into the mirror I said to myself, “Oh yea, I want this.”

    I went back down to the living room and strolled over to the stereo. At first the two didn’t even realize that I returned let alone that I was dressed up like a high class call girl getting ready to service her client. But that only lasted a second.

    Without a word I put a CD into the player and pushed the play button. The music I picked was good “stripper” music. Once the first song came over the speakers I turned around to face Craig and Logan.

    “Um… dear?” Craig was asking me, in those two word, what in the hell is going on?

    I looked down at both Craig and Logan and said, “Tonight is a fantasy night.” I looked over at Logan and spoke.

    “For Logan it was a hot stripper rubbing his cock through his pants and he was ‘fantasizing’ that she would find him totally incredible and would fuck him right then and there.”

    I then looked into Craig’s eyes. “For you, it was the fantasy of a strange woman fucking you and your wife being okay with it.”

    Then I looked at both of them and said, “And as for me, well I’m tired of fantasies. So tonight Craig you will get yours and I will get mine.”

    Logan was dumbfounded and didn’t have any idea I was talking about, so he looked over at Craig for answers, which he didn’t have. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Craig asked.

    I didn’t answer him with a single word but instead I started to move my body in time with the music. I moved towards Logan in a way that a stripper would until I was about eight feet from him. There I worked my way down to the floor and laid on my back, putting my heels to the floor and arching my back while rubbing my body all over.

    I looked over to Craig just to make sure he was doing okay with my “performance” and saw that he had reclined in the chair and was rubbing his cock through his pants. Once I knew that he was okay with what was going on, I turned my attention to Logan. I tormented a little by moving like Lexus did for me. I arched my back, showed him my wet pussy and fingered myself in front of him.

    I could see by the bulge in his slacks that he was enjoying the show, so I decided to add to the heat by slithering on the ground and moving towards Logan like a cat in heat. When I reached him I slid between his legs and looked up at him. “Are you ready for this dirty whore to fuck your brains out?” I asked.

    He didn’t answer me, so I took his silence as a yes.

    I ran my hands up his legs and the down his thighs until I had reached to large bulge in his pants. I could feel through his pants his hard cock and was impressed by what I was feeling. It felt thick and long, just like Craig’s cock maybe even a little bigger. I massaged his cock with my hand for a little bit before I worked my way further up his body.

    When I got to his chest, I slowly unbutton his shirt exposing his powerful chest. I leaned in and flicked at his nipples with my tongue, which made him moaned. I pushed him back into the chair he was in and then stood up, turning around so my firm ass was close to his face.

    I looked over to Craig and saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking himself. “Mmmm baby do you want me to take Logan’s big cock with my mouth?” I asked Craig.

    “Yea…I want to see you suck his cock,” he replied.

    I sat on Logan’s lap and began to grind my ass on his swollen cock, still trapped by his pants.
    “Or do you want to see his big cock splitting my pussy lips and filling me up?”

    Craig nodded and I smiled because, although he didn’t know it yet but his cock was going to be deep in my ass soon. I turned to face Logan and unbuckled his belt, his pants and slid them off his body. Logan was a little shorter than my husband, but all that Army training made every inch of it lean, cut and very sexy.

    As soon as I could I threw Logan’s pants to the side and kissed my way down his body until I was back on my knees and between his legs again. I pulled his cock down towards me so he could see it push past my red slutty lips and down my throat. I first licked his cock and balls causing him to squirm in his seat, making him beg with his eyes for me to suck it.

    He softly reached down with his hands and clasped both sides of my head and guided his throbbing cock to my lips. I didn’t try to stop him and let every inch of him go down my throat slowly, the whole time I looked up at him. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I pushed in deeper until my nose was against him.

    “Oh fuck!” Logan yelled out as I deep throated him. I sucked on him until I could taste his salty-sweet precum ooze onto my tongue. At that point I stopped sucking his cock and lay on my back in front of him and so Craig could get a good view of Logan’s cock plowing deep inside of me.

    “Come and fuck me.” I told him.

    Logan looked over to Craig as if he was asking permission from him. “Don’t look at me; she is the one in charge here.” Craig said.

    Logan slid off the chair while removing his shirt and placed his head between my legs and began to eat my pussy. I first felt his hot breath on me, which sent little tingles to race throughout my body. But when Logan’s tongue touched the bottom of my pussy and ran up to my clit, the tingles turn into wave of pure pleasure that curled my toes and made my nipples push hard against my satin corset.

    I turn my head towards Craig and said, “Do you like this? Does it turn you on having your slutty wife pussy eaten in front of you?”

    Craig sat in his recliner, stroking his cock slowly, smiled at me. “Fuck yea!” he replied.

    Knowing that Craig was comfortable with me being fucked by Logan; I was able to truly enjoy his talented tongue. Logan licked and nibbled my clit while thrusting his middle finger deep inside my pussy stroking my G-Spot for several minutes, making my pussy wetter and wetter.

    “Oh my fucking god!” I screamed out as I felt my pussy begin to contract around Logan’s finger in a milking motion.

    The combination of Logan pleasuring my filthy fuck hole and Craig watching while fondling his massive cock caused my pussy to convulse in my first massive orgasm of the night. I soaked Logan’s face, my ass and the floor in a river of my gooey cum. As I came, Craig moved from his recliner to the floor by head and kissed me deeply. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths which muffled my cries of desire.

    While Craig and I kissed, Logan continued to lap at my spewing pussy with long flat strokes of his tongue and pummeled my tight hole with his finger. After I finished cumming I instructed Craig to put his back against the couch while sitting on the floor. He did exactly what I told him to do and I move myself between his legs with my back against him so I could feel his hot cock against my lower back.

    Turning my head over my shoulder, I said to Craig, “Hold my legs and spread them for Logan.”

    Craig reached down and grabbed my legs just behind my knees. He pulled them back and spread them just like I told him to do, exposing my still leaking pussy to Logan. “Now Logan, I want you to feed my pussy your hot cock,” I said.

    Logan crawled to me on his hands and knees and when he was close enough to me, he took the tip of his cock and rubbed my pussy lips, lubing himself with the sticky sap that still oozed from my soaked pussy. Once his cock was wet he leaned back, so he wouldn’t block Craig’s view of his cock entering my fuck hole, and pushed his thick cock inside of me.

    “Look at it! Look at his cock going inside this slut’s pussy!” I demanded. I could feel Craig’s cock pressing hard against me and his precum painting my lower back, running down to my ass.

    “Shit that is so fucking hot!” Craig whispered in my ear.

    Logan began to thrust his hips, burying his thick cock deeper inside of me with each stroke. As Logan fucked me, Craig kissed me neck, freed my breasts from my corset, pinching my nibbles until they stood straight out and burned from lusty desire. The three of us stayed locked together, fucking and playing with each other until I felt another orgasm building deep inside of me.

    “Come on … fuck me … fuck me harder!” I demanded Logan.

    Logan grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against his cock while at the same time he shoved himself as hard and as deep as he could inside of my soaking pussy. Craig whispered in my ear, “Do you love being fucked slut? You like having his big cock filling you pussy whore?”

    In between gasping breaths I replied, “Oh… fuck… I love it!”

    “Are you a dirty slut?” Craig asked.

    Hearing Craig asking me if I was a slut pushed me over the edge, “Yes… I’m a… dirty filthy sluuuut!” I screamed out as I came for the second time that night.

    My pussy was completely soaked and Logan’s cock was covered in my gooey cum but I wasn’t done with him yet.

    I pushed back and told him to lie down. As soon as his back was on the floor, I quickly straddled his hips, grabbed his huge cock and guided it back into my dripping hole.

    He massive cock felt good sliding inside of me and it filled me fully. My lips were stretched wide, the walls of my pussy wrapped tightly around his cock and the huge mushroom shaped tip of his cock was pushed hard against my cervix, sending chills to race through my body.

    Craig’s cock almost felt the same inside me as Logan’s but Craig’s cock was a little fatter then Logan’s and had more veins running along the shaft. My husband cock almost had a feel of a large dildo but instead of being cold and lifeless, his was hot, powerful and full of life.

    While I rode Logan’s cock hard, I looked over my shoulder again and saw Craig still leaning against the couch. He had removed his cloths and sat with his legs slightly spread stroking himself, watching my ass move up and down on Logan’s cock. Precum flowed from the tip and ran down the shaft onto his smooth balls. Seeing him totally lost in the moment, playing with his precum oozing cock, I knew this was the time to have my fantasy.

    “I want you! I want your fucking cock in my ass!” I said in a raged voice.

    I wasn’t sure if he heard me or didn’t want to fuck me in the ass while Logan had is cock in my pussy because he didn’t move at first, but then I saw him spit into his hand and rubbed his cock.

    Craig mixed his spit with the slick precum that was all ready covering his cock and moved towards me.
    I leaned forward onto Logan’s body so Craig could get my asshole and fed him my left nipple, which he greedily sucked on.

    Craig got behind me, standing, and then squatted down so his cock was in line with my begging ass. Once he lined up with my body I felt the tip of his cock begin to push pass my cheeks.

    My heart was pounding and my pussy was flooding, I was about to get what I wanted, two hot cocks inside of me.

    I stopped moving just long enough to let Craig’s cock ease into me. As soon as he was inside my tight ass I began to rock back and forth, slowly at first but faster as I got used to both of my holes being filled at the same time.

    I could feel both cocks rubbing against each other inside of only being separated by a thin strip of flesh. The heat of the two inside of me radiated up my pussy and ass and traveled up into my lower belly causing me to scream out. “Holy fuck!! Fuck me … fuck me hard!”

    Logan sucked my breasts and was moaning. I knew he would cum soon. Craig had clasped my lower back to stabilize his stance over my ass and was slamming his cock deep and fast into my stretched asshole.

    “Take it you fucking slut! Take these cocks!” Craig said to me while using his right hand spanking my ass hard.

    The sharp sting of his ran from my ass, through my pussy and caused my nipples to grow even harder.
    That was the little push I needed to make me cum again. “Oh shit! I’m cumming… I’m cumming…cum…!” I squealed.

    My pussy began to pour a flood of cum, spilling all over Logan’s cock, hips and onto our floor. Logan’s eyes rolled back into his head and he screamed out, “God damn!” I could feel his cock begin to twitch inside of me and unload its hot sticky cum deep inside of me.

    “That’s it you fucking bastard, fill my pussy with your load!” I yelled at Logan as he came. A second later I felt Craig’s cock pulsate in my ass and I knew that my ass hole was next to be filled.

    The feeling of two cocks dumping their load inside of me at the same time drove me to another orgasm, even thou I just one.

    “I’m going to fill your tight ass bitch!” Craig shouted.

    “Oh fuck yea fill my ass you fucker, fill my…ass!” I screamed back over my shoulder.

    “Oooh … motha … fuckin…whore!” Craig said as he buried his cock deep and came, releasing his hot load inside of me.

    The three of us bucked, screamed, bit at each other until we collapse on the ground totally drained. I rolled on the ground, faced Craig, and kissed him softly. “Thank you.” I said.

    “Don’t thank me just yet; as soon as I get some water and come back it will be my turn to be in your pussy while Logan gets to feel how tight your ass is,” he said.

    Then he looked over my body over to where Logan was laying on the ground and asked, “What do you think Logan? Want to get your cock in Christina’s ass?”

    I looked over at Logan and saw that his cock hadn’t go down from its erect state and looked back at Craig and I and said, “Well, I got this raging hard-on, I would hate to see it go to waste.”

    Craig and I laughed and the three of us spent the rest of the night fucking and sucking until the sun came up.

    After we got some sleep and were rested up from the night’s events, Logan left to go back to his hotel so he could get ready for the next day. But for the rest of the time he was in town we would spend every weekend together trying different positions and milking both cocks of their sweet cum.

    Logan still visits us when he takes leave from the Army. Sometimes he will bring one of his hot girlfriends with him and we have wild sex parties at the house where I and the other girl would perform for both Logan and Craig.

    As for the sexy stripper “Lexus,” I did go back to her and eventually brought her home. Craig and I shared her together on a regular basis.

    Craig and I had a great sex life but now it is far better. It’s amazing how one night can change your sex life.

    The End


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    2010-08-25 15:02:56
    wow, that was a great story!

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    2010-05-04 18:47:31
    Mmmm Nice story. I wish my wife would fuck like that

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    A man finds out why he has become addicted to a woman

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    Addiction

    “So Doc, ahh crazy question – is it possible to be um, like, addicted to a person?” It was a crazy question and Tom was somewhat embarrassed by even asking it, but it was a question that he had been wondering about for days now.

    The doctor, actually a psychologist, was a bespectacled balding man in his fifties, who had heard a whole lot of crazier things in his twenty odd years of practice. He was aware that Tom was serious and he needed more information before he could give an answer. “Do you think that you are addicted to a person Mr. Jensen?”

    Tom took a deep breath and scratched his forehead before answering “Well, there’s this girl that I kinda like, I guess, but I like lots of girls if you know what I mean.” He glanced up at the doctor who was writing something on his clipboard, then continued. “I mean, I kinda play the field right now, you know, I’m not really ready to settle down just yet. But then there’s this girl who is hot, and I went out with her a few times, and it was good you know, but it was just like any other time and any other girl. She was just a… a distraction I guess. You know she was fun and all, but not any more than that.” He stopped to think about what else to say because the rest was tricky.

    The doctor looked up and adjusted his glasses “Go on Mr. Jensen, you’re doing fine.”

    Another sigh and then “Well, we went out like, maybe three times and I was still seeing other girls. She knew that too. I told her that I wasn’t exclusive with her from the beginning, it wasn’t like I was hiding it you know. And then, one night, she calls me out of the blue and says she wants to see me. Actually she told me that she wanted sex. It wasn’t the first time we had sex either. So I went over and, like one thing leads to another you know and we get undressed and she, like pulls my face down to her… you know.”

    “She wanted you to perform oral sex on her.” the good doctor finished for him.

    “Yeah that’s it. So like I go down there and I smell her… and it’s like there’s something about her smell. It’s not normal, but not in a bad way or anything. It was like I couldn’t get enough of her smell, and she kept encouraging me to. ‘Keep smelling me’ she says and ‘that’s it, breathe it all in’. It’s like she knew something, but at the time I didn’t realize anything was wrong. I just kept smelling her scent and it was like heaven.” He glanced up at the doctor and realized that he was listening intently this time, not writing anymore.

    “Can you describe what you felt as you were smelling her?”

    “I really didn’t think so at the time but later when I thought about it I realized that I felt… almost high. Like I was intoxicated by her odor. The weirdest part of this is that I keep having these cravings now. I can’t stay away from her for more than a day or I have… withdrawals.”

    The doctor adjusted himself in his chair, as if he had become uncomfortable, and asked his next question. “Can you explain what you mean by ‘withdrawals’?”

    “Well, I haven’t gotten sick or anything, but I get really tense and I can’t think clearly. All I can think about is getting back between her legs and smelling her and licking her. Even when I’m with another woman, we could be having sex and I could be eating her pussy” he paused when he realized how crudely he just spoke and looked to see if he had offended the doctor. There was no discernible difference in his demeanor so Tom continued “Sorry, I could be performing oral sex and I’m still thinking about how quickly I can get out of there to go see Ka- the other girl. It’s bizarre.”

    “What about your job, has that suffered at all?” The doctor inquired.

    Another deep breath from Tom and then “Yeah, I think about her at work all the time. My boss has noticed that I haven’t been myself and was asking me what was going on. I told him that I have some personal issues that I’m dealing with. Doc, it’s affecting every aspect of my life lately. If I go more than one day without seeing her, without smelling her, I can’t sleep, I can’t function, and I’m afraid that it’s getting worse.”

    “When was the last time you was with her?”

    “I went to her place last night around eight o’clock and every night I feel the need to go over earlier. Just a few days ago I could hold out until ten P.M. And when I go to her place, even when I just pop in without calling, she’s expecting me, like she knows I’m going to show up.”

    The good doctor sat for about twenty seconds thinking about what he had been told then gave his perspective “Well, to be honest Mr. Jensen, you can’t become addicted to a person’s smell; however, the juices that an aroused female produces from her vagina can be quite an aphrodisiac to a heterosexual man, and may create the feelings that are similar in fashion to an addiction. It seems to me though that your reaction is much more intense than normal. It has affected all aspects of your life and that is not a good thing. Not to belittle you Mr. Jensen, but I believe that what you are experiencing is all in your head. Perhaps your feelings for this young lady are deeper than what you are willing to admit. Love works in strange ways you know.”

    “I’m NOT in love with her, if that’s what you think. She’s cute and all, but she’s not really my type.”

    “But you’ve slept with her.”

    “Yeah, she was a good time and all, but I don’t want to marry her or anything.”

    Nodding his head, the doctor of psychology stood up and glanced at the clock on the wall. “I’m going to teach you some exercises to help calm you and focus you. I believe that this will be an easy fix, but you just need to focus your brain on something other than the young lady that has got you in such a fix. I’m also going to recommend that you get an over the counter sleep aid to help you get a good nights rest. I think you can take care of this relatively easy Mr. Jensen, and you’ll realize that you are not really addicted to her at all, just infatuated.”

    “I hope you are right doc.”

    2

    Later that evening, Tom started feeling the urge again around five P.M., and he immediately started doing the breathing exercises that he had learned earlier. Deep breathing and shaking out the stress helped him feel better after ten minutes and he was confident that it was going to work. The doctor told him that if he could resist going back to her, his body would forget the craving and he could go back to his normal life. It lasted about twenty minutes while he attempted to keep himself busy, but then he started to think about her again. He resisted for ten minutes then did the breathing again until he was relaxed and thinking clearly again. This time it took him twenty minutes to calm down and it was now six o’clock.

    He made himself busy cooking dinner and tried singing along to the radio, but soon found himself with the cravings again. He glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was only ten past six and he felt even more jittery than before he did the calming exercises the second time. He had planned to tough it out until eight o’clock and then take a sleeping pill, hoping that if he made it through the night, he would put as much distance between himself and her as possible.

    He tried to ignore the feelings that were building in him, he was still cooking after all, but soon he was so preoccupied that he wound up burning his meal. Hungry and angry at himself, he sat down and started once more with the breathing. Even doing his exercises, he still couldn’t calm his incessant cravings and after just ten minutes of trying, he decided he needed the sleeping pills. The problem was that when he left the doctor’s office, he had forgotten to stop at the pharmacy and that meant that he had to go out now. Grabbing his keys he headed out the door.

    He nearly made it to the pharmacy before he turned and headed toward Kayla’s house. He was convinced that she had done something to him and he was determined to confront her and find out what. He broke more than one speed limit on the way and finally pulled into her driveway. It was seven o’clock.

    Tom jogged up the front steps and stopped at the door. He took a deep breath and let it out between pursed lips and then knocked loudly. As he waited rather impatiently, he noticed that his usually steady hand was trembling badly. He made a fist and crossed his arms over his chest. A few seconds later, he heard a female voice from inside the house call out “You can come in Tom.” It was definitely Kayla, but how did she know it was him?

    He opened the door and walked into the foyer, closing the door behind him. He made his way down the short hallway to the room he assumed she would be, and as he walked he was struggling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was angry with himself for being so weak and angry with Kayla because he was sure that she had something to do with his problem; on the other hand, he was excited and couldn’t wait to be in the same room with her.

    He turned right and walked into the living room and was relieved to see she was lounging on the couch. She looked the same as always; shoulder length, fiery red curly hair, a smattering of freckles on her cheeks and forehead, thick soft red lips, and a cute little nose. Her eyes were what Tom always noticed first though. Her eyes just had a way about them that he found super sexy. No matter what the conversation was about or what she was looking at, he thought that her eyes were her best feature. Her body wasn’t too shabby either, although in his mind, she could have lost a few pounds. She wasn’t fat by any means, but she had a little more belly fat than he preferred. He also thought that her ass had too much cushion. Even though he would agree that she was a beautiful woman, and perfect for some lucky guy, she wasn’t right for him because he wanted to be seen with a Barbie doll girl.

    “Hi Tom, I’ve been waiting for you.” She said, smiling sweetly.

    Tom was confused because he hadn’t told her he was coming over. “Why, were expecting me?” he asked.

    “Come on Tom, we both know that you can’t resist me.”

    Tom had all he could do to keep himself from rushing over to her and diving between her legs, but his anger was also rising. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?!” he shouted, stepping around a table, but resisting the urge to jump on her.

    Showing no fear, Kayla said “Sit down Tom.”

    Feeling a drop of sweat rolling down his temple Tom was shocked by her attitude. After all, he was a strong man and she was a just a woman. He could easily have his way with her if he wanted, and yet she didn’t seem the least bit worried. He fought the urge to keep yelling and said “I don’t want to sit down, I want to know the truth.”

    “Tom, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it and not question it. Now sit your ass down.”

    He paused for only a second, and then he sat on the footstool in front of her. If someone had asked him later why he had sat when she ordered him, he would have said it was because he wanted to know what she had done to him, but the truth was, he didn’t know why he obeyed her.

    “Good boy.” She beamed brightly again. “Okay, so you want the truth huh? I knew that you would soon enough. So, where to begin? Well to start with, the company I work for, Scent Designs, started testing what we like to call ‘designer scents’. The idea is that they will take a sample of a clients DNA and use that to make a scent that is perfectly matched to that person. They needed a variety of DNA from several different people and I volunteered. They made scents for twenty different people and started testing it on the first five volunteers. I was in the last five so I originally didn’t get any of my special scent.

    The tests were a success, at first. The first five volunteers were told to bring in their favorite perfume or cologne. They used the store bought stuff on one arm and the specialized scent on the other. A panel of judges were assigned the task of smelling each arm individually, and then picking which scent they preferred. Apparently, it became quite obvious that something was different when the judges were smelling the designer scents. They all picked the DNA enhanced versions without first being told which arm was which.”

    “A day after the initial tests were conducted, both the judges and the subjects all started to experience some peculiar side effects. The judges were desperate to get back to the person that they originally smelled. They had become addicted, because of one smell. Meanwhile, the test subjects all begged for more of the scent. Well the testing should have stopped right then, but instead, the judges and the test subjects were given what they wanted. Each test subject was given more of their individual scent, and each judge was allowed to smell them. I was lucky enough to be able to watch what was happening, and I’ve got to tell you Tom, I was enthralled.”

    “These people were relative strangers, but it was as if they had lost their inhibitions. No one got naked or anything, but I’m talking, judges were sticking their noses in places that they would never had done had it not been for the scent, and no of them seemed to care in the least, as long as they got what they wanted. Well after that, all production of new designer scent was halted until our scientists could figure out the whole addiction thing, and the other fifteen test subject were put on hold, no one else could use the stuff. I mean, we wanted something that people were going to love, but not become addicted to.”

    “Meanwhile, the original five test subjects and judges continued on with the experiment. At least for a few more days anyway. You see, one other side effect became apparent after a few days of usage. Parts of the test subjects bodies were…enlarging and becoming more sensitive with each application of the scent. It was determined at that point that there were too many risks to continue the program, so it was shut down. All the people who became addicted had to go through specialized detox. There was no long term damage done, but the rest of the designer scents that were made were all supposed to be destroyed. I didn’t want my batch to be destroyed Tom, I wanted what the test subjects had, and I needed to find a way to get my scent before it was destroyed.”

    “Luckily for me though, the guy that was responsible for destroying the samples likes me. He’s a nice guy, but he’s kind of a geek, not at all like you. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes a few times and promise him a blowjob and he snuck out my sample. Then I just needed to pick the perfect person to be my bitch, and after I found out how good you are in the sack, all I had to do was invite you over for sex and spray on some of my special scent. You were hooked immediately, and every time that you smelled my pussy after that you were more addicted until now.”

    Tom was incensed and yet he could only think of getting his fix. He started mumbling out loud, his mind a jumbled mess “I knew it was something. I told him but he didn’t believe me. He will now though, he has to believe me.” Tom didn’t even realize that he was talking out loud.

    Kayla heard it all and quickly leaned forward “Who did you tell Tom?” she asked. She watched his eyes darting around and realized that he needed a fix to clear his mind. She hadn’t yet sprayed herself with the scent so she said “Tom, wait here, I need to freshen up and then you can have this.” She pointed to her crotch and saw his eyes light up. “I’ll be right back” she assured and quickly hurried to the bathroom. She could hear Tom still mumbling as she went. Once in the bathroom, she yanked her shorts down and grabbed the spray bottle. She pointed the sprayer at her pussy, but stopped before she sprayed. A wicked smile played over her face as an evil idea came to her. She bent forward at the waist and with her right hand she pulled her right ass cheek open. Then, with the bottle in her left hand, she placed the nozzle right up against her puckered asshole and squeezed the trigger. She felt the cool liquid spray in her anus and laughed out loud. She felt so wicked and couldn’t wait to see Tom’s face.

    3

    She walked back to the living room naked and saw Tom perk up when he saw her. She moved to the couch and sat in the center, spreading her legs wide apart. Tom nearly dove face first into her pussy and started sniffing all around. She watched him with amusement as he searched all around her sex but still wasn’t getting what he desperately needed. Finally he looked up at her in confusion. She burst out laughing at the expression on his face, she couldn’t help herself, he looked so pathetic. She took his face in her hands and pulled him up close to her face. “Honey,” she cooed “I’ve got a special treat for you tonight. I’ve hidden what you need somewhere on my body and it’s up to you to find it, if you really want it.”

    Of course he really wanted it, and he was determined to find it too. Like a hound dog searching for a fox, he started sniffing all over her body, his nose tickling her. He was absolutely frantic as he sniffed up one side and down the other. He went up and down both arms and legs. Her feet had a unpleasant cheesy smell, but he worked his way around every inch and up the back of her legs. Finally he looked at her and said, “It’s not here, I’ve gone over every inch of you.”

    Smiling again Kayla said “You haven’t smelled every inch yet.” and she motioned to the one part that he hadn’t smelled, the part she was sitting on. Her ass. He looked down at where she was sitting and back at her eyes. A tear rolled down his face as he realized how low he was at this point. Kayla reached up and wiped away the tear then said “If you want your fix, you need to lay on the floor.”

    A once strong man who would never have let a woman treat him like this a few weeks ago, Tom hung his head dejectedly and rolled onto the floor. His brain didn’t want this and kept yelling at him to fight this feeling, but his body craved it so bad that his brain was overruled. He watched as she crawled on top of him and scooted her ass up to his chin. Looking down into his eyes she said “I’m afraid that your gonna have to go digging for it.”

    He wondered what she meant as she slid over him. He looked up at her ass and from this perspective it seemed enormous. He started sniffing all over the globes of her cheeks first as she hovered about an inch over him. When that didn’t bring the results he craved, he stuck his nose into her sweaty crack and inhaled her womanly scent. Her smell was strong musk but not too unpleasant and he did get just a slight rush as a tiny bit of the designer scent was also inhaled. A little more investigation and he came to the realization that it was not on her ass but in her ass. He whimpered at the thought of what he had to do. He reached up and grabbed her by the waist and guided her asshole to his nose.

    “Oh there you go, you got it now.” Kayla said as she let him pull her where he needed. She felt his nose sink into her crack and push up against her anus. She was absolutely loving the feeling of power she was feeling right now and thinking to herself that if it felt this good with one man, how great would it be to have more.

    This wasn’t the first time Tom had been this close to a woman’s asshole, but this was quite different. In the previous instances, he had been the aggressor. Hell he was always the aggressor with women. In his mind that was the way it was supposed to be. The stronger male was the dominant one while the weaker female was the submissive. What was happening here was all wrong.

    He kept sniffing deeply and was getting some of what he needed, but not nearly enough. It was like an alcoholic who only has one wine cooler. It is alcohol, but not enough. As degrading as it was, he was trying to insert his nose into her asshole, but it just wasn’t working. Then he heard her say something that made him wince. “Try sticking your tongue up there, that should work.” He cringed but he knew she was right. It was a horrible sinking feeling to think that he had to stick his tongue in her ass to get what he wanted, but his craving was so strong at this point that he tried. He tried but her sphincter muscle was too tight. He could feel himself getting frantic until he heard Kayla’s calming voice say, “Lick around it gently and it will open for you.”

    He would try anything at this point so he started licking all around her puckered anus, lubing it up with his saliva. Kayla enjoyed the feeling of having her asshole licked and this being her first time, she decided then and there that she wanted to do it more. For about a minute that seemed like a lifetime to Tom, he licked her wrinkled brown hole. He was starting to think that licking gently wasn’t working when he realized that his tongue was actually sinking in deeper each time he slid it over. It was loosening so he took a chance and pushed hard and was rewarded as he sank in deeply. He heard Kayla moan loudly, but to him she seemed miles away.

    There was a slight tingling sensation on his tongue and he felt a rush go through his body. It was so intense that his penis expanded rapidly and his mind came into clear focus. He had definitely hit the pay dirt that he was searching for, and he wanted more. The smell and taste were forgotten as was the depressing feelings he had felt and the shame. What he felt now was his need being taken care of. It was like a vampire who was feeding on the neck of a victim and getting strength from that feeding.

    The feelings Kayla were experiencing was quite different. She was shocked at how good this ass play felt and she started rubbing her sopping pussy. She couldn’t remember the last time her pussy got this wet without anyone touching it. In fact, she was so turned on, she could smell her arousal stronger than ever before. Even that heightened her excitement. As the feelings intensified, she rubbed her clitoris faster and soon forgot that there was a man beneath her ass.

    She lowered herself down so she was sitting full weight on his face. Her breathing had become a series of short sharp breaths sounding almost like a locomotive chugging down the tracks. “WHOO WHOO WHOO WHOO” Her fingers became a blur and she stretched her legs out straight which put more weight on Tom’s abused face. The muscles in her legs tightened up as the pressure built, this caused her ass cheeks to squeeze together, clamping down forcefully on his nose.

    When Tom started getting what he needed out of Kayla’s ass he was in heaven, but as she lost control of her muscles and dropped on his face, he was just in pain. At first, the weight of her pressing on his face was bad enough, but at least her chunky ass was soft. He still had his tongue deep inside her and for the moment he was still able to breathe with some difficulty. But when her muscles clamped down, the softness disappeared and became hard. He couldn’t breathe anymore and his nose felt like it was about to snap like a twig. He pushed with his hands, trying to lift her up to relieve the pressure, but in his position, he had no leverage, and the little that he moved her only made things worse when he dropped her. He heard a snap and saw bright lights flash as the pain exploded in his head. He dug his fingernails into her thighs, shaking in agony and yelping, certain that his nose was busted now.

    With absolutely no care in the world for the whimpering man underneath her, Kayla started bouncing her butt every so slightly up and down as her orgasm overtook her. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her muscles ridged, her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy and ass contracting in ripples as she rode the pleasure wave. Sometime during her orgasm, her pussy squirted a small jet of clear fluid which dripped down into Tom’s hair, and she lost control and farted. She wasn’t screaming during her intense cum, she wasn’t much of a screamer anyway; instead she was gritting her teeth, her eyes rolled back, and her body trembled like a leaf in the breeze.

    The agony for Tom intensified when she started to cum because she bounced up and down. Her ass that had been so soft earlier was now hard and unforgiving. Yet throughout the pain, he was still trying to get to the sweet nectar that was slowly dripping out of her ass. His need was being satisfied, his addiction being sated in spite of his pain and his asphyxiation. When she started cumming though, his tongue was forced out by her sphincter clamping down hard. He was just a seat now, for he was not helping her cum anymore. He felt wetness on his head and almost instantaneously his cheeks were filled with a powerful blast of hot fetid air. The gas that escaped her ass was sealed in completely by his face and much of was inhaled in his injured nose. Now his nose felt like it was on fire from the inside and he started slapping on her thighs with his hands, desperate to dislodge her.

    The slapping on her thighs was a minor annoyance after the monumental orgasm left Kayla in a haze of bliss. She sat for another thirty seconds while her heart slowed and her muscles stopped trembling. Finally she slid her ass back to his chest, and gasped when she saw his face. He had been completely out of air for well over a minute and had nearly passed out. His face had gone past red and was nearly blue. A pulsating vein stood out on his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and haggard looking. He had two black eyes and his nose was crooked. There was milky white cream mixed with brownish slime all over his face like a glazed donut. He looked as if he had just fought a heavyweight boxer. His eyes were open and he still awake, but barely. Kayla slapped him lightly on his cheeks until he woke up fully, then climbed off him to let him recuperate.

    Tom rolled on his side and held his face in his hands. “You broke my fucking nose.” he said, although it sounded more like “You bwoke my fuckin dose.” Kayla genuinely felt bad for breaking his nose but she didn’t want him to know that so she bit her lip and said “Oh you poor baby, you’re lucky I didn’t smother you to death. Now, if you want to be able to get what you need easier next time, you’ll tell me who you talked to about me.”

    Tom turned back to look at her “What?” he asked, forgetting that he had said anything.

    “After I told you about the designer scents you said ‘I told him but he didn’t believe me.’
    So who did you tell Tom?”

    Tom closed his eyes as he was suffering through the worst headache ever. “I was talking to my psychologist Dr. Hewes, but I ah, I didn’t tell him your name I think. He didn’t believe me anyway. Wait till I tell him this story though. Maybe he’ll HUUAAAH…”he didn’t get to finish his sentence because she suddenly turned and plopped her ass back down on him, this time landing right on his belly. He wasn’t expecting it and she knocked his breath right out of him.

    “You won’t tell him anymore because the next time you go see him, I’m going with you.”

    Confusion would have been evident on Tom’s face if his face hadn’t been broken and battered. For now though, he was in too much pain, and he just nodded in agreement.

    4

    Tom spent the night with Kayla, but not in her bed. She made him sleep at the foot of her bed on the floor and she gave him a bag of frozen peas to put on his swollen face. The next morning, he made two phone calls. The first was to his job, which he lied and said that he was much too sick to work and would be out the rest of the week. It was Thursday anyway so he would miss only two days and he had several sick days already built up.

    The second call was to Dr. Hewes office. He called before they opened for patients and asked the receptionist if he could get an emergency appointment with the doctor. He told her that he really needed the latest possible appointment, preferably the very last of the day. She told him that he was in luck and could see the doctor at four o’clock that afternoon, the last appointment. He had no idea why Kayla wanted to see Dr. Hewes or why she wanted to be the last appointment, but he really didn’t care either. As long as she took care of his needs.

    Afterward, he went into the bathroom and looked at his battered face. His nose looked somewhat straighter after he had tried snapping it back into place the night before. He had taken three aspirin and had numbed it somewhat with the frozen peas before trying to re-align it. His face still looked like he had been in a car accident though. His still had two black eyes and his nose was also discolored.

    They had breakfast together and Tom asked Kayla just what she had in mind at Dr. Hewes. She grinned a somewhat evil looking grin and said “I think Dr’ Hewes will be very interested to find out that you were telling the truth. I was under the impression that doctors were supposed to listen to their patients and try to help them, not dismiss their problems as something in their heads.”

    “So you’re going to tell him about this magical spray stuff then?”

    “I’m going to do better than that Tom. I’m going to make him smell it, and you are going to help me. That is if you want more of my pussy.” Tom knew that she wasn’t just talking about her pussy, but about the spray that he would be having withdrawal symptoms from if he didn’t get his daily fix in time. The thought of having someone else addicted to Kayla made him nervous. What if she ran out of the spray? She did say after all that it wasn’t being made anymore. Plus, he was a little bit jealous.

    “I don’t think I’m okay with helping you do that.” He said “I mean, why would you even want to do that?”

    Kayla put her fork down, picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth before looking him in the eyes. “First of all,” she said coldly “you don’t get to have an opinion. You’re just an ass eating slave. Second, if you don’t like it then you can leave anytime, I’m sure that you can overcome your addiction to me eventually.” she picked her fork back up and took another bite of egg before saying while chewing “Why don’t you get under the table and put your fucking tongue to work. I’m horny.”

    Tom sat for a moment looking down at his half eaten breakfast. He was still hungry and he was ashamed for having so little willpower. He wanted to tell her to go get fucked but he knew that he wouldn’t. he glanced back at Kayla who had resumed eating and then he slid forward out of the chair and onto his knees under the table. It was a small round table with four chairs around it and a white tablecloth covering it.

    Once under the table, he felt like he was in a cocoon. He reached over and pulled apart the sides of her robe, exposing her cotton panties. He could faintly smell her womanly odor. Taking both sides of her panties, he edged them down past her thick thighs, around her folded knees and down her calves until they fell off her feet. As he glanced back up at her exposed vagina, he smelled her aroma again, now much sharper than before.

    Realizing that he would have difficulty reaching her like she was sitting, she scooted her ass forward to the edge of the chair and sighed deeply as she felt his mouth attach to her moistening pussy. She hadn’t sprayed any of the scent on this morning so she knew that he wouldn’t get anything out of this other than maybe an erection. For the first few minutes she kept eating her breakfast while he was eating her, but as the feelings intensified, she put down her fork and gripped the side of the table. His tongue was fluttering all around her clit and then he would slide down lower and stick his tongue into her pussy hole before going back to her sensitive clit again.

    Something was strange though and Tom realized it the more he licked and sucked her. Her clitoris seemed to be bigger than he remembered it being. He understood that the clitoris was like a miniature penis and that it filled with blood, thereby making it larger, when it was excited, but he had been down here before a few times and he never remembered it being this big. In fact, the first few times he had gone down on her, he had had trouble finding her clit. Now, her clit stuck out more than a half inch and was swelled up to the size of his thumb. It was certainly much more convenient this way and he wrapped his lips around it and whipped his tongue over it as fast as he could.

    The sensations for Kayla were inexplicably heightened. To her it felt like he was doing something different than he had done before and it felt divine. She was getting closer and closer and then “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHSSSSHHHHIIIIITTTTTT” she screamed in ecstasy and was overtaken by her orgasm. Her legs clamped together on Tom’s head reminding him that he still had a headache, and she felt the sudden urge to pee, although she hadn’t had to pee before. She made a split second decision and decided to let it spray, not sure if it was urine or not. She pushed like she was peeing and felt a jet of fluid spray from her twitching cunt. It only intensified the already overwhelming feelings and she opened her mouth and screamed again. This time “OOOOOOOHHHHHHYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS”. She couldn’t remember ever having an orgasm so powerful, or one that lasted so long. It seemed to go on and on and by the time it wound down, she was out of breath, covered in a sheen of sweat, and shaking uncontrollably.

    Meanwhile, Tom’s face was wedged between her thighs and he was trying not to drown in her ejaculate. He hadn’t been expecting the sudden forceful spray and his mouth was filled quickly. Some went down his throat and made him cough. He pulled back and bumped his tender nose causing him to yell in pain and lose his erection.

    Once finished, Kayla pushed away from the table and made her way to the bathroom without acknowledging the man kneeling under the table. She walked to the bathroom with a purpose and it wasn’t to clean up or to use the toilet, it was to spray her pussy with another squirt of the designer spray. She didn’t know why she did it because Tom wasn’t asking for it yet. For some reason she just felt like she needed it. She had noticed after about the third time she had sprayed herself that it gave her a pleasant tingly feeling and calmed her each time she sprayed herself. She didn’t know what it meant and right now she didn’t care. After she sprayed herself, she lifted the bottle and saw that it was about half empty. For some reason that made her feel nervous about running out and she started to form a plan to ensure that she wouldn’t run out.

    5
    They both showered and got dressed and Kayla grabbed the bottle and dropped it in her purse. She was going to leave Tom at her place but then decided he could come with her. She had to go to her job in order to secure some more scent. Ten minutes later they pulled into the three quarter full parking lot of Scent Designs. Kayla told Tom to wait in the car and went into the building. She didn’t bother to punch in because she wasn’t planning on working today. Instead, she headed for the laboratory and the one person who could make more of what she needed.

    There was at least a dozen people in the lab and the one person that she was looking for was Arnold Peters, the man that she convinced to sneak out her special scent. Arnold was an overweight, balding man with thick glasses and a pimply face. Not the most handsome man for sure and that was why he was so easy to manipulate. She had promised him to suck his dick if he would get her the scent and she hadn’t yet paid him. To be fair, she hadn’t planned to pay him when she made the deal. She knew that he wouldn’t tell anyone because it would mean not only losing his job, but also prosecution. Now however, she needed something else and she had no choice.

    She found him sitting at his chair looking into a microscope, and when he saw her standing there, the look he gave her was not very pleasant. “What are you doing here?” he growled under his breath. “Do you want to get me fired?”

    “Oh keep your panties on.” She quipped, then “We need to talk, can you take a break?”

    He looked around and saw that he was being watched by a couple of coworkers. “C’mon” he said and took her by the arm heading toward the door. As he walked he told another worker “Mark, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes, I’m taking my break.”

    Apparently Mark wasn’t too happy with that because he quickly pointed out that it wasn’t time to take a break.

    Arnold looked angrily at Mark and snapped back “I don’t take smoking breaks like half the other people in here so I guess it won’t hurt if I take one fifteen minute break.”

    Kayla could tell that Mark was not used to being talked to like that and she was impressed with Arnold. She didn’t think he had it in him. She smiled slyly as he led her out of the lab and down the hall. Soon, they were out in the parking lot and he led her to his car, a compact foreign car. He unlocked the doors with a push of a button, put her in the passenger’s seat, and hurried around to the drivers seat.

    From Kayla’s car, Tom sat wondering what was going on.

    Once he was in the car with the door closed, Arnold turned toward Kayla and said “Okay Kayla, what are you doing here?”

    “I need some information from you.” She answered.

    “Oh you do huh?” she could tell he was angry “Why the hell should I give you anything? We had a deal and you still owe me. I should have known that you wouldn’t pay up.” He looked almost ready to cry.

    “Oh please, I thought you were the smart one here. I haven’t taken care of my side of the agreement YET because I had to make absolutely sure that what you gave me was the right stuff. For all I knew, you could have given me a spray bottle of water. It took me a few weeks to find the perfect test subject and then I needed a couple more weeks to see if it actually worked.” The expression on his face had completely changed from anger and hurt to hope.

    “So did it work?” He asked.

    “Like a charm. It works even better than I could have imagined.” This was the hard part for her, but it was necessary. “Take out your cock Arnold.”

    Arnold’s eyes got wide. “What…you want to do it here…now?”

    “No time like the present. It’s time I showed you that I’m a woman of my word.” she reached across and slid her hand between his legs.

    He looked around the parking lot, obviously very nervous. “Jesus Kayla what if someone walks by?”

    “Are you gonna take your cock out of your pants or what Arnold? I think he wants to come out.” she was rubbing the rapidly swelling lump.

    For a few uncertain moments, Arnold struggled with his worries so Kayla gave him something else to think about, “Don’t forget, you only have about ten more minutes.” That got him moving. He lifted his ass up while unbuttoning his fly and awkwardly slid his pants down.

    Kayla smiled at his nervousness and said “You don’t want me to suck you through you underwear now do you?”

    Arnold looked at her with wide eyes, seemingly ready to pop out of his head, and then carefully slid down his underwear. He was shy, and seemed embarrassed when his semi-hard penis flopped onto his thigh.

    Kayla grinned widely and decided to give him a little encouragement. “Why Arnold, I do believe you’ve been holding out on me.” She took his rapidly rising member into her hand and found that it was sweaty, or maybe it was her own palm that was sweaty, but either way, she was not looking forward to this. She steeled herself, then, licking her lips in an exaggerated sexy way, she leaned down real close and licked the very tip of his penis with the very tip of her tongue. It tasted salty and her nose was filled with his musky smell, but she pushed herself to continue.

    Arnold’s dick surged up with blood and was almost instantly fully erect. Standing up at about seven inches with a mushroom shaped head. She blew some cool air on it and giggled when it twitched. Then she sat back up.

    Arnold looked almost ready to pass out and nearly yelled “Is that it? You call that a blow job?” he was shaking like a leaf and she hadn’t done anything yet.

    “Of course not Arnold. I just need one piece of information first. Tell me who manufactured my special scent and I’ll suck you dry.”

    “AHH shit… it was uhh… it was Laura…Laura Stanwick, yeah that’s right she had the fourth batch, the fourth group I mean and she made yours.”

    Kayla hadn’t even considered that it might be a woman and she was taken aback for a moment, but then she cleared her head and smiled. “Thank you Arnold. Hope you like this.” she leaned down again and took the head of his cock deep into her mouth, his taste nearly overpowering. She wanted to finish him off as quickly as possible so she lifted up and dropped a big dollop of saliva on his shaft and stroked the lubed up base with her right hand while sucking gently and tickling just below his cock head with her tongue.

    Kayla heard Arnold exhale loudly and felt him tense up almost immediately. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and groaned. “Oh shit oh fuck oh good god I’m cumming” and Kayla felt the first squirt fire into the back of her throat. She quickly pulled her head up and aimed his penis away from her face, inadvertently swallowing the sticky mess in the back of her throat. She hated the taste of semen and was not happy that he didn’t warn her that he was going to shoot. He also came quicker than any guy she had ever sucked off before, under one minute.

    She watched his face as he powered through his orgasm, his cum spraying all over the front of his shirt and some splashing his pants. His eyes were shut tightly and his mouth was open in a big O shape. She had always thought that guys in the throes of orgasm made the funniest faces and this was proof. Before he was fully recovered, she slid back into her seat and checked her face in the mirror. Satisfied that she was clean, she opened the passenger door and climbed out, leaving Arnold gasping behind her. She hurried across the parking lot to her car and climbed in the drivers seat.

    6

    “Damn it” she snapped “It’s a fucking woman. Now what the hell am I going to do?”

    Tom, who had been waiting in the passenger’s seat was confused. “What are you talking about?”

    Kayla sat silently for a thirty count, just thinking and finally sighed and said “The person who made my batch of the designer scent is a woman.”

    “So, what does that have to do with anything?”

    “Well, I was hoping it would be a man because men are so easy for a woman to manipulate. All we have to do is smile and flirt with them and they melt like butter.”

    Tom was about to object but thought better of it, instead he remained quiet.

    “It’s much more difficult for a woman like me to get another woman to do something. Unless she’s a lesbian and she’s single. I’m going to need your help Tom. After we go see Dr. Hewes this afternoon, we need to get our hands on Laura Stanwick. She’s the only one who can help you Tom.”

    “What do you mean by ‘help me’?” Tom inquired.

    “We need someone to make more spray now don’t we.”

    The rest of the day was spent making plans, both for when they went to see Dr. Hewes to how they would convince Laura Stanwick to make more stuff. They stopped at an Internet cafe and did some research on Laura. It wasn’t too difficult to find a picture of her and even her address. With a plan in place, they headed back to Kayla’s place.

    By three o’clock, Tom was needing another fix. The time between fixes was getting shorter. With one hour left before the appointment, Kayla sprayed her pussy once more and felt the tingling. She was starting to enjoy how the spray made her feel more and more all the time, and couldn’t wait to get Tom’s face down there. She laid on the bed with her knees hanging over the side and watched as he kneeled on the floor and dove in.

    This time when he got down there, his eyes were once more drawn to her clit. He was sure that it was even bigger than this morning when he licked her under the table. He wasn’t great with measurements, but he was sure that it was sticking out at least an inch and its thickness was close to a quarter. It was still partially concealed under her labia, but it was resembling a small penis more than ever. He also thought that her lips were thicker. He wanted to question her about it but he smelled her scent, and he forgot. The only thing that he cared about was getting his fix.

    He leaned in and pushed his mouth between her labia and breathed in her succulent aroma. His penis surged forward, filling with blood to an almost painful point. He slid his arms under her thighs and settled in when he felt her hands grab the back of his head and pull him tightly against her. Her super plump lips seemingly swallowing his face. His still sore nose was wedged up against her clitoris, which had elongated even more since he had started eating her. The pain in his nose was throbbing or maybe it was her giant clit that was throbbing, he couldn’t be sure, but he was sure that he was going to ask her about it after he was done.

    For Kayla, she realized at this point that she wanted pressure against her cunt and pulling his face into her was good, but she really wanted more. She wished that she could sit on his face again, but she was aware that his nose was broken and she had promised him that if he helped her she would make it easier on him. Holding his face tightly against her pussy would have to suffice for now. She was really enjoying the extra sensation that the spray seemed to be giving her. It was an unexpected plus. Not only did it seem to bring her to orgasm faster, but her orgasms seemed to be getting more powerful. She could feel every lick from Tom’s tongue and she just wanted to pull his whole head inside her.

    Breathing had become a chore for Tom as his bruised nose was being blocked by Kayla’s enormous clitoris. He was sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside her hole and licking all around it. If she hadn’t been holding his head so tightly, he would have already moved to her clit, but she was waiting for the right moment to shift his mouth and that moment came just as he was completely out of air. As she pulled him up, he inhaled a deep breath through his nose and found his mouth stuffed full of her mini penis.

    Her orgasm starting, Kayla wanted her clit sucked and moved his head to that spot. Feeling his mouth wrap around her clit, she thrust her pelvis forward and exploded. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” her whole body went rigid as all her muscles locked. She involuntarily sat up and her heels dug into Tom’s back. Meanwhile, her hands gripped the sides of his head so tightly, that his ears were completely plugged, and quite sore later. Her pussy started spraying his chin, she didn‘t even try to hold it back this time. Every part of her body was gripped in the throes of the most incredible orgasm she had ever felt. It was even better than the last one. Her cunt would spasm and stay contracted for up to fifteen seconds at a time before the contraction would release for about five seconds, and then spasm again. She didn’t squirt the whole time though, she would have dehydrated if she had. Each time her pussy would start another spasm, more fluid would squirt for a second or two and she would scream in ecstasy. About forty five seconds into her orgasm, she wondered if it would ever stop, if she would ever stop cumming. She would go mad with pleasure and eventually her heart would give out and she would die screaming and squirting and laughing hysterically. All in all, her entire orgasm lasted a full minute and twenty seconds before it finally stopped and she fell back on the bed panting and sweating.

    When Tom was released he had one thought on his mind. His penis was ready to pop off. He was so horny and he didn’t wait for permission. He stood up and pushed himself deep into her puffed out pussy. It was like sliding into a soft blast furnace it was so hot, but it felt incredible and he started pumping away like a man possessed. It only took him about forty five seconds before he reached his apex and deposited his seed with a loud groan deep inside her sucking twat. Having exhausted himself, he dropped on top of her to catch his breath.

    They laid together for five minutes catching their breath before Kayla looked at the clock and said “Shit, we need to get moving.” it was twenty past three and they had to be at Dr. Hewes by four. They jumped up and rushed around taking a quick five minute shower and getting dressed. Then they headed for her car.

    7

    They arrived at Dr. Hewes office at 3:50. The receptionist, a young girl named Miranda that Tom guessed was about nineteen years old, smiled as they walked in and said “Good afternoon Mr. Jensen. I forgot that you were coming in this afternoon.”

    Tom smiled back at the pretty girl “Hi Miranda. I’d like you to meet my friend Kayla. She’ll be sitting in my session with Dr. Hewes today.”

    Miranda glanced at Kayla, smiled and said a quick “Hi”, then looked back at Tom. “You can have a seat and Marvin will be with you in a few minutes.”

    “Thanks” Tom said and went to the other end of the room to sit. Kayla sat next to him and quickly leaned in to whisper in his ear “Holy shit is she horny for you.”

    “What! She’s just a kid, don’t say that.” Tom argued.

    “Oh come on, she’s not that young. I’ll bet she’s twenty years old, and I saw the way she looked at you. She thinks you’re all that. Why don’t you go talk to her, she’s kinda cute.”

    Tom did agree that she was cute, he thought that from the first time he met her. She wasn’t a typical beauty either and that somehow added to her attractiveness. She was short, about five foot three and she had short black hair in a boyish cut. Not typically what attracted Tom, but it worked with her cherub face. She kind of resembled a pin-up girl from the forties. She also had a nicely proportioned figure, not fat, but not a paper thin waif either. Her lips and cheeks were plump and her perfectly straight teeth shined when she smiled, which was often. She also wore a tiny diamond on the side of her nose.

    “Kayla, she’s cute but she’s too young for me. I’m nearly old enough to be her father.” Tom said rather unconvincingly. He had slept with young ladies before, none under eighteen of course, but he didn’t like to advertise it. It always made him feel sort of guilty. He was thirty four years old after all. Maybe not ready to get married, but ready to start acting more his age.

    “I’ll handle this” Kayla stood up and walked up to the desk, leaving Tom wide eyed and wondering.

    Miranda looked up at Kayla and smiled “Can I help you with something?” she asked.

    Kayla used her most disarming smile and said “Well actually, I wanted to ask if I could get your opinion on something, you know, I need a ladies perspective.”

    “Oh sure” Miranda was only too happy to help.

    “I just bought this new perfume” Kayla started, pulling the bottle out of her purse “and I want you to tell me what you think.”

    Tom saw the bottle come out and quickly stood up. He started to rush toward them intending to stop her but he was too late as he saw Kayla quickly spray her wrist and hold it under Miranda’s nose. “NO” he said quietly but forcefully.

    Miranda, not focused on Tom, leaned in for a quick whiff and her expression changed instantly. Tom saw her eyes sort of gloss over and she immediately grasped Kayla’s arm with both her hands, one on her wrist and one on her palm. She held the arm gently but firmly as she kept inhaling the scent over and over making mewling sounds. Her eyes seemed to get heavy and as Tom reached the desk he watched in dismay as Miranda actually licked the wrist. He pulled Kayla away and admonished her under his breath.

    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He whispered sharply. “Why would you do that?”

    Kayla pushed him gently away replied “I know you want to fuck her, now you’ll get your chance. If I decide to let you that is.”

    “Damn it Kayla, you can’t do that.”

    “She’ll do anything now to get her fix, just like you. Whatever I tell her to do.”

    Tom wanted to continue, but just then Dr. Hewes came out “Mr. Jensen, come on in.”.

    Looking back to the receptionist who was sitting with a peaceful look on her face, Tom turned toward the doctor and sighed deeply. He felt good right now because he had gotten his fix just and hour ago, so he wanted to drag Kayla out of there and berate her. However he was worried about how he would feel later when the cravings started. The last thing he wanted right now was to piss her off. He stepped forward and said “Dr. Hewes, I’d like you to meet my friend Kayla.”

    Kayla stepped forward and offered her hand to shake. Shaking her hand Dr. Hewes said “So, are you the one who Tom is addicted to?”

    Smiling sheepishly, Kayla shrugged, raised her eyebrows and said “Can you blame him doc?”.

    The good doctor laughed “Well come in and let’s talk about it.”

    8

    As she walked into the room in front of Tom, Kayla pulled her v-neck shirt away from her chest and sprayed one squirt of the scent between her breast. No one else noticed because her back was to them.

    Once in the room with the door shut, Kayla and Tom sat on the couch and Dr. Hewes sat in his leather chair. “So Tom, tell me why you felt the need for another appointment so soon after our last one.”

    Tom looked at Kayla who nodded and then back to the doctor. “Well, I told you that I thought I was addicted to her,” he motioned to Kayla “and I was right. She told me why I am addicted to her, and it’s not at all what you thought.”

    The doctor nodded as if he completely understood and then asked “So Kayla, why don’t you tell me what you told Tom.”

    Kayla stood up and said “Well, maybe it would be easier if I just showed you.” she confidently strolled around to where Dr. Hewes was sitting and held her hand in front of him. “Would you stand up please.”

    For a moment, he looked at her with a quizzical expression, then she said “Trust me, I won’t bite.” and he nodded and did as she asked.

    Once he was standing face to face with Kayla he said “Okay, now what?”. he glanced over her shoulder to look at Tom still on the couch and suddenly his vision was blocked as Kayla pulled her top off over her head. His shock was evident by the look on his face “What are you doing? Put your top back on miss.” he was flustered but tried to remain professional.

    Kayla just stood there in her bra smiling “Do you like what you see doc?” she asked. Then she reached up and unclipped the front latch and freed her rather ample breasts. “Sometimes it’s nice to get that thing off, it can be rather restricting you know.” she added.

    The good doctor had seen enough “What is the meaning of this? Mr. Jensen will you please tell your lady friend to put her clothes back on and leave my office immediately.” He had no idea what kind of stunt this was, but he was not amused. He started to turn away from her when she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his head. He was so surprised that he fell backward, right into his leather chair. Kayla used this to her advantage and quickly slid up so his face was right between her breasts. From there, she clamped her arms together on either side to trap his face.

    As Dr. Hewes struggled to free himself from the assault, he became aware of a wonderful smell and even though he was frightened by this crazy woman, he soon calmed down and only wanted to breathe in her scent. It was heavenly and he wrapped his arms around her back and closed his eyes and kept breathing in her essence. He felt his cock getting hard in his pants and all thoughts of professionalism had left his head.

    Kayla also felt his manhood growing under her ass. It felt too good to waste so she started wiggling her hips back and forth. It took only a few minutes of her sliding her ass back and forth before the good doctor fired his load into his boxers.

    After several minutes of Dr. Hewes breathing in the designer scent from between Kaylas tits, she finally disentangled herself from him and stood up. “Now you understand what Tom means. He wasn’t lying to you doc. He really is addicted to me. You’ll find out.”

    Still sitting in his chair, looking rather disheveled now, Dr. Hewes looked back at Tom “What has she done to me?” he asked slightly out of breath.

    Tom shrugged and said “The same thing she did to me doc.”

    Kayla walked over to Dr. Hewes desk and took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down her address, and her cell phone number. Then she walked back to the doctor who seemed almost frightened of her. “You’re going to need me in a few days. If I were you, I’d come visit as soon as you start feeling the craving. You can try to resist, but you won’t be able to.” While she talked, she was putting her bra and shirt back on, then she turned to Tom and said “Let’s go, we have a woman to find.” She headed toward the door but before she went out she turned back to Dr. Hewes and said “Oh and by the way doc, if you tell anyone about this, you won’t get anymore of what you’re going to need.”

    As they walked back out into the waiting room, the pretty receptionist was still seated behind her desk looking a bit stoned. Kayla wrote down her number again and tucked it into Miranda’s hand. Then she held her wrist in front of her again and let the girl breathe in her scent once more. As if in a drug induced high, the cute receptionist mewled sexily and started smelling and licking the wrist . Tom was fascinated and a little turned on by what he was watching. After a few minutes, Kayla pulled her hand away and grabbing Tom by the arm, marched toward the exit as if she were a mother leading a child.

    9

    Later that evening they were parked in front of Laura Stanwick’s house, and watched as she returned home from work. Laura was a tall athletic woman with long straight blonde hair and glasses. She was a forty year old divorced woman with a twenty year old daughter in college. Her friends would say she was married to her job, and after her first marriage ended badly, (she walked in on him having sex with two men) she had no desire to get married again.

    Once inside the house, she turned on her stereo and slipped off her shoes. Walking barefoot into her bedroom, she took off her button up shirt and bra, then slipped a cut off tank top on. She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her dress pants and panties and put on a pair of workout shorts. She then headed into the kitchen to get some bottled water, but was sidetracked by a knock at the front door.

    Figuring that it was a friend of hers that sometimes went to the gym with her after work, she opened the door without first checking who was there. It wasn’t her friend, it was a pretty red head. “Can I help you?” she asked, wondering what this woman was selling.

    Kayla smiled sweetly “Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could use your phone real quick, my car just quit running and I left my cell phone on the counter when I left earlier. If I could just call my brother, he’s a mechanic and he lives locally.”

    Laura, who stood eight inches taller and outweighed Kayla by sixty pounds, figured that she had nothing to worry about and stepped aside, welcoming her in. “I’ve been in the same predicament before so I know how you feel. Come on in, the phone is over there on the wall.”

    “Thank you so much, I’ll make it quick.” Kayla replied as she made her way past the tall blonde. As Laura turned to follow, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned back to the door to see a man coming in. The distraction was just enough for Kayla to turn back and place the Taser against the side of Laura’s waist and shock her with enough voltage to drop her like a stone. She had never used her Taser before so she wasn’t sure what to expect. She liked what she saw.

    To Laura, the shock from the Taser was like getting jabbed with needles over every inch of her body all at once. The pain was intense, as every muscle seized up, and she watched the floor rise up and slam her. She was still awake but disoriented and her body wouldn’t work anymore. Even though the shock had passed, she couldn’t control her extremities to get up let alone fight back.

    Tom shut the door behind him and locked it. Then he tied Laura’s arms together at the wrists while Kayla tied her legs. Then, he pulled her chin down and slid a ball gag into her mouth and strapped it behind her head. By the time she was regaining her faculties, she was securely restrained.

    Kayla stood up over her and started to undress as she explained what was happening. “I’m really sorry that I shocked you like that but I had no other choice. See we need you to do something for us and you probably won’t want to.” she dropped her shirt on the floor and unsnapped her bra.

    Laura was freaking out thinking that she was going to be raped by a woman and a man and probably killed.

    Unbuttoning her jean shorts Kayla continued “It’s very important that you help us and the only way to make sure that you are going to help us is if you are in the same predicament that Tom over there is in. So…”she was naked now and she took the tiny spray bottle from Tom and held it up so Laura could see it. “I need you to make some more of this for me.”

    Laura knew exactly what was in the little bottle and her eyes grew wide with fear. She had been told that all samples had been destroyed. “MMMMMMMM” she tried to protest, shaking her head and trying to rise. This was not good and it was obvious that these two didn’t know what they were messing with.

    Kayla raised her foot and placed it on Laura’s chest, pushing her back down and holding her there.

    Knowing that she had to tell them of the dangers, she tried to pull out the ball gag with her bound hands. She almost had it moved enough so she could talk around it too, but Tom grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head.

    With Kayla standing the way she was, one foot an the floor and one on Laura’s chest, her pussy was openly visible. Laura wasn’t at all interested in looking at another woman’s vagina, but when she did glance up, she couldn’t miss the huge clitoris ballooning out. ‘Oh my God’ she thought ‘she’s been using it too much.’

    For some reason this whole scene was exciting Kayla immensely. Standing naked over the bound woman, holding her down with one foot, she turned the bottle toward her spread vagina and pushed the plunger, once, twice, three times, then scooted her ass sideways and sprayed her ass two more times.

    “What the hell, why did you use so much?” Tom questioned. He knew that the bottle would be running out soon and didn’t know how long it would take to get more or if they would actually get more.

    Kayla scowled at him as if she was angry that he would ask such a thing. “Don’t worry about it, it’s mine and I can use as much or as little as I want. Besides,” she paused as tingling took over, she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes “OHHHH it feels so fucking good.”

    Tom looked at her crotch and saw how much larger her clit had grown. It was even longer and thicker than the last time. “Kayla, have you looked at yourself lately? Your clit is huge. What the hell is happening to you?”

    Kayla smiled as she lowered herself down “I kinda like it. It’s sooo sensitive. I can almost cum just from walking. The friction is marvelous”. She dropped down to her knees with her moist vagina about an inch over Laura’s face. Looking down into the eyes of the terrified woman under her made her even more horny. She could see that her captive was holding her breath and that made her laugh. “You might as well breathe because I can stay here all night.”

    Laura held her breath as long as she possibly could and when she couldn’t last any longer, she tried twisting and pulling her arms away from Tom. It didn’t work. With her head and chest pounding and her face turning purple, she finally let her breath go and inhaled the scent that she so desperately was trying to avoid. Defeated, she took several breaths. For several moments, while her adrenaline was still pumping, she was squirming and fighting. Soon however she realized just how wonderful the smell was and after a few minutes she wondered why she was so worried about it in the first place. The fact that she was not a lesbian and had never smelled another woman’s pussy didn’t matter to her anymore. She was in love with this woman’s pussy and now she wanted to lick and suck it.

    The whole scene was fascinating to Tom. He watched the terrified woman struggle and hold her breath until she was purple. It was almost as if she thought it was toxic. When she finally did succumb and start breathing through her nose, he saw her expression change from fear to calm. It took longer than the young receptionist in the doctors office, but he figured that it was because the receptionist was already calm where Laura was struggling and fighting. Now though she looked serene and he watched as she lifted her head off the floor to place her nose into the folds of Kayla’s cunt and deeply inhale her aroma.

    Kayla noticed the change too and when she felt the woman’s nose sliding around her wet pussy, she slid back and looked her in the eyes. “I’m going to take off the ball gag but if you scream it will go back on. Understand?”

    Laura nodded and lifted her head so to give easier access to the strap out back. When the latch on the gag was released and the ball was removed from her mouth, she said “Thank you” and laid her head back on the carpet. Then, she looked back at Kayla and asked “Can I taste you? You smell so delicious, I want to lick you.”

    This was a first for Kayla. Never before had she done anything sexual with a woman. She had never wanted to do anything sexual with a woman because she was strictly heterosexual. However, she was so turned on at the moment that she didn’t care who was between her legs, she was going to get off. She nodded and slid herself forward until her pumped up pussy was plastered on her face. She felt the softness of Laura’s lips and tongue sliding around her labia and moaned deeply. It was so good and her giant clit was up against her nose which added to the sensations.

    Kayla was in her own little world of intense pleasure and she closed her eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth, riding Laura’s face. Both women were moaning now and Tom had slid his clothes off to join the fun. Walking around Kayla he moved to Laura’s feet and untied her ankles and legs. Once she was untied, he moved up to her waist and started to pull her shorts down. At first he wondered of she was going to struggle some more. He was not into rape, and even though he was very horny, if she protested, he would have stopped. He was somewhat surprised though when she lifted her butt off the floor to make it easier for him. As he started to pull them down he also noticed just how wet she had become. The crotch of her shorts were soaked, almost as if she had urinated in them, but he could see that it wasn’t urine at all. She was lubricating and had been before he had started to lower her shorts.

    Once her shorts were down, she spread her legs wide and he watched in awe as she slid her still bound hands down and started to play with herself. Her pussy was beautiful and he wanted taste it, so he got down on his hands and knees between her outstretched legs and lowered his face down. He could hear her fingers squelching in the soft, wet folds of her vagina. He inhaled her luscious sex smell and felt his penis twitch in excitement. He reached out and gently moved her hands up while leaning in and licking from her anus to her clit. He felt her tense up and shiver and then her fingers grasped his hair and pulled his face back into her moist folds.

    Meanwhile, Kayla was nearing her orgasm and decided that she wanted her clit sucked. Tilting herself forward, she placed her enormous sex organ on Laura’s soft lips and said “Open”. Dutifully, the intoxicated woman opened wide and allowed the giant clit inside her sucking mouth.

    “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHYYYEEEEEEESSSSS” Kayla cried as she felt as she felt smooth, velvety soft lips and tongue caress her swelling, sensitive nub.

    To Laura, it was almost as if she was sucking on a small cock. In the deepest part of her mind, she knew what was happening was wrong. She knew that she was under the influence of the spray that was applied in excess just minutes earlier, and she also knew that the spray was changing the body of the woman who sat atop her. It was an unintended consequence of the liquid and no one really understood why it happened or just how far it would go. The other test subjects had been cut off cold turkey when it was discovered that there were changes starting on a genetic level. Once the spray had been stopped, their bodies reverted back to normal, but it was speculated that continued use could cause permanent changes. She was also aware that her exposure meant that she was very likely addicted and would have to go through a detox program to clean her system out. All of this and more was in the back of her mind somewhere but at the moment she didn’t care. At the moment she only felt bliss. At the moment she only felt love for the two strangers who had tricked her, shocked her, tied her up and gagged her.

    Her pleasure was rising higher than ever before. The tongue tickling her pussy was ravishing her, sending her closer to nirvana. The spongy mass of nerve endings that she was currently bathing in her saliva and being played with by her tongue, was throbbing hotly between her lips. She could hear slurping and moaning and grunting, all sounds that were heightening the experience. She was looking up the slightly flabby belly to the undersides of hanging breasts. At some time, she didn’t know when, her hands had been untied and she was now caressing the ample ass that was over her head. The smell of sex in the air was overwhelming. All five senses were combining to send her over the top.

    Kayla was the first one to reach her peak and cum. Her orgasm started at her clitoris and spread through her belly and thighs and all through her body. Lately her orgasms were not only much more intense, they were also lasting much longer than ever before. The muscles in her vagina would clench as her pleasure became overwhelming and the clenching would go on and on. The feelings radiated outward to every inch of her body and all her muscles would tighten. Her toes splayed wide, her hands became claws and then fists, her face had a look of almost pain, but it wasn’t pain at all that she was feeling, it was incredible pleasure. This orgasm lasted for a full minute while she moaned and humped, clenched and sweated and finally shook like she was shivering.

    Sometime during the intensity of Kayla’s wild orgasm, Laura started her own orgasm. She spit out the massive clit in her mouth and wailed through her own pounding cascade of joy, bouncing her bottom up and down off the floor while Tom tried to stay with her. It was a magnificent orgasm that lasted twenty seconds, but paled in comparison to Kayla’s. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she realized that the pussy over her face was still contracting and throbbing. She also noticed that a white thick mucous like substance was dripping out of the vaginal cavity and her chin and neck were slimy from it. Her clouded mind didn’t care, in fact, it heightened the whole experience for her.

    As Kayla’s orgasm started to subside, she realized that she hadn’t had a cock in her for quite a while so she turned herself around so she was still kneeling over Laura’s face but now facing her feet, and said “Tom, I need your cock inside me. Come fuck me.”

    Tom didn’t need to be told again. His penis was swollen so much it was almost painful to touch. He quickly hurried around behind Kayla and kneeled between her spread legs. His knees were right up against Laura’s head and he looked down into her lusty eyes as he lined up his erection with Kayla’s pussy. As he slid into her cavern, he was struck by the heat. For some reason, her pussy felt much hotter than any other pussy he had ever fucked. The feeling was incredible and he grabbed her thighs and started pumping his seven inch penis in and out. The sound that she made when he started fucking her was almost inhuman. He couldn’t believe how wet her cunt was and the sounds that his manhood made sliding in and out of her were almost funny. Squelching and sucking sounds, like pulling your boot out of thick mud. She was so wet that she was dripping creamy liquid on Laura’s forehead.

    Laura, while still recovering from her wonderful orgasm, was watching intently the action going on right in front of her eyes. It was an amazing sight from this close. The thick smell of pussy juice was so strong that she could taste it. Her own hands were between her legs lazily playing with herself. She wished there was another cock to stuff into her pussy.

    The cock sliding in and out of Kayla’s hot pussy was sending her into fits, but she wanted more. Something that she had never tried before was anal sex. She used to think it would be way too painful and therefore never tried it. Now however, it sounded like just what she needed to take her to the next level. She twisted her head to the side and said “I want it in my ass. Fuck my asshole Tom.” she then looked back down and saw Laura playing with herself and decided that she wanted a taste of that too. As she felt Tom slide his member out of her sucking cunt, she was pulling Laura’s hands out of the way, and as she felt the swollen head of Tom’s cock begin it’s push against her anal sphincter, she lowered her face down into Laura’s pulsing pussy and started to lick.

    Anal sex was new to Tom too. He had never had the opportunity to try it with any of the women he had fucked. As he placed the head of his throbbing penis against her puckered hole, he thought to himself that there is no way it was going to fit. He had seen porn videos of girls getting there asses fucked and it always looked like you could drive a truck up their ass. This was way different. This asshole was very tight. He pushed slowly and felt the opening start to expand and suddenly the mushroom head popped inside. It was an amazing feeling, much different from fucking a pussy, and he only had the head in. He heard Kayla gasp and he paused, wondering if he had hurt her, but then she said “YES FUCK ME.” and he pushed forward, burying half of his seven inches in his first thrust.

    “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKMMMMMEEEEEE” Kayla wailed in delight as she felt the fleshy shaft invade her most secret region. It felt wonderful and she wished that she had tried it sooner. She thought after the first thrust that he was all the way inside her, but when her pulled out and thrust in again, deeper this time, she wailed again. It was about this time when her legs and arms became weak. She lowered herself down until her sloppy pussy was resting on Laura’s face and her own face was back in Laura’s. Both women, in the throes of a blissful sexual high, started licking each others pussies.

    It took three strong thrusts from Tom to sink his raging hard on all the way into Kayla’s bowels. Once his hips were planted up tight against her plump ass cheeks, he paused to relish the feeling. His pause wasn’t long however because Kayla started rocking her ass back and forth and he took the hint. Soon he was thrusting as hard as he could, slamming her ass with each plunge forward and sending her body ahead several inches. He would pull his cock almost all the way out, until just the head was still inside, and then drive himself forward on his powerful legs, making a slapping sound. Each thrust caused both ladies to grunt like animals. After about thirty strokes, Tom was unable to hold back anymore and he gripped her thighs tightly and yelled “AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH” as his semen burst forth from his throbbing member and sprayed deeply into her rectum.

    Kayla was on the verge of another orgasm herself when she felt Tom’s cock ram all the way in and stop. Then, with her clit being sucked by Laura, she heard his animalistic cry and felt his scalding hot cum blasting deep inside her gut. That was enough to set her off and she felt the familiar spasms starting as her own orgasm overtook her. It was another outrageously strong one and this time her pussy sprayed a jet of juices like she was urinating. She didn’t try to hold it back, she couldn’t if she wanted to, and it sprayed like a hose. This time she closed her eyes and rode through wave after wave after wave of spasms that went on and on. Twenty three spasms altogether and by the end she was so spent she was nearly unconscious.

    As for Laura, she had her own mini orgasm that was somewhat ruined by the sudden blast of spray from Kayla’s pussy. She wasn’t expecting to be pissed on and although it wasn’t technically piss, it was like getting pissed on. She found herself nearly drowning as the spray blasted up her nose and down her throat. With all of Kayla’s weight on top of her and Tom leaning over the top, she was unable to move and just had to endure it.

    The experience for Tom was quite intense. Whole he was fucking Kayla’s ass, her sphincter loosened up quite a bit, although it was still pretty tight. Then he started cumming and his cock swelled up even bigger as he started pumping his seed into her. Almost immediately after that, she started to cum also and that’s when things got interesting for him. When Kayla reached her orgasm, her spasms caused her sphincter muscle to tighten up extremely tight. Because his cock was balls deep inside her at the time, it was as if someone had tightened a cock ring on him and his second blast of cum was held in. It wasn’t painful exactly, but instead of him shooting his load and finishing his orgasm in about twenty seconds, her tight muscles caused his orgasm to be extended while the cum dribbled out slowly between her spasms.

    By the time they all stopped cumming and grinding and moaning, all three were exhausted and Tom rolled off onto the floor to catch his breath. Kayla rolled to the other side and closed her eyes, and Laura lied where she was trying to clear her muddled head. Within minutes, all three were fast asleep.

    10
    Thirty minutes passed with all three naked people lying together on the floor before Laura woke with a start and sat straight up. She looked at the two people sleeping on both side of her and had to stifle a cry of despair. The smell of sex was still hanging in the air and she was coated in dried cum and sweat. She remembered what had happened vividly and was angry and embarrassed with herself. Carefully and quietly as she could be, she extracted herself and tiptoed out of the room and into the bathroom where she looked the door. She sat on the toilet and pissed and then turned the shower on. Soon she was washing all the evidence of her earlier exploits off her body.

    Tom woke next and sat up. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened. He looked at Kayla still sleeping and realized that Laura was gone. That was when he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom and got up. He made his way to the bathroom door and walked in, closing the door behind him. He didn’t bother waiting for an invitation, he just climbed in the shower behind her. She stiffened visibly when she saw him and moved her arms to cover her private areas.

    “It’s a little late for modesty don’t you think.” Tom said with a slight smirk. He reached around her for the bottle of body wash, not caring that it was lavender and obviously for women.

    “You people have no idea what you’ve done.” she said shivering, her brow furrowing with a look of dismay.

    “Hey, you’re the one who made the shit in the first place. Besides, I was a victim before you. I’ve been addicted to that shit now for weeks.”

    Laura looked away in shame or disgust, he wasn’t sure which. Then said “Look, the formula wasn’t mine in the first place. I was just a lab worker doing my job. It was an experimental formula, and when they found out just what the shit does, they ordered it all destroyed. How the hell did she get it in the first place?”

    “I guess she promised some nerd a blowjob if he smuggled out her sample. Apparently it was the dude who was supposed to destroy it.”

    “Peters, Arnold fucking Peters. That little shithead is a fucking male chauvinist pig. He hits on anyone with a pulse.”

    “Don’t hold back now, tell me what you really think of him.” Tom joked.

    She actually smiled. It was a quick split second smile, but it was a smile. “Listen, the shit that she has is bad shit. You’ve seen the changes in her body, I heard you comment about her clit, how big it is. It’s hideous. The women in the first study group were only using the spray for two weeks. They were using the spray on their chest and each one saw growth of their nipples. At first it was thought that only the people who smelled them became addicted, but after the tests were halted, all of the women came back within two days complaining that they were fidgeting, agitated, tense, irritable, stressed out. They were experiencing withdrawal symptoms just like the others. These women were spraying it on their chests and they were addicted to the feelings it gave them in their chests. She was spraying her vagina. That’s mucous membrane which will affect her much stronger. There’s no telling what will happen to her, let alone you for staying with her for so long.”

    “Look, when I started to realize that something wasn’t right, I told my psychologist about her and he told me to breathe through the cravings. He thought it was in my head and I would get over it. I couldn’t even make it through the night before I had to see her again.”

    “We need to get help, for her and us. We can’t let her make us breathe anymore of that stuff. It needs to be destroyed. The sooner the better. When we get out of here we need to get that bottle and get her to the lab. We all need to be in detox.”

    Tom knew she was right and he agreed with her. He knew that he couldn’t continue to live like he was and he was aware that he had been getting worse. A week ago he never would have agreed to do what he had done tonight.

    What neither one of them knew was that Kayla was standing outside the shower listening to everything. When she heard the water turn off, she stepped back out to the other room to wait for them.

    11

    Tom exited the bathroom first and never saw Kayla who was up against the wall by the door. She waited for Tom to pass and when Laura walked out, she shocked her from behind with the Taser. Tom heard the crackling zap and Laura’s cry and spun around as she fell to the floor. “Tie her up Tom.” she ordered. “Make sure her hands are behind her back. Tie her legs at the ankles, run the rope up through her wrists and pull it tight to make sure she can’t run.”

    Tom was incredulous. “Kayla, what the hell are you doing?”

    “I heard you two talking in there. She wants to take us back to the lab so they can help us. Tom, if they get their hands on us it will be the last time you’ll see me. They will keep us separated.” She grabbed his arm to make him look her in the eyes. “You’ll never get to fuck me again, or eat me, or smell me. Do you want that?”

    He knew what had to be done. He was aware that he was hopelessly addicted and there was no telling how far it would go. He knew that he needed help and Laura could get him that help, but as he looked into Kayla’s eyes, he was struck by how beautiful she was. She was more than a woman, she was a freshly fucked goddess. She was an angel without wings. She was all he needed.

    “Now, are you gonna tie her down or what?” Kayla asked. She had seen the look on his face soften when he looked into her eyes and she knew that she had him again. It had been close and if she hadn’t woken when she did, it would probably be all over, but he nodded and quickly got to work securing Laura.

    He had her arms tied securely behind her back and was working on her legs when she started to come to. Even though she was aware what was happening she was still unable to do anything about it. She could talk however. “Wha…what…nooo don’t please…we need help. Stop it.” He was now pulling her legs back and wrapping the rope between her hands. “This is wrong. We need to get to the lab right away. Please untie me.”

    From the bathroom he heard Kayla say “Put the ball gag on her Tom.” She was washing up and getting dressed.

    Tom grabbed the ball gag while Laura whined “Please no pleaseyoucantdothisahhhmm”. With the ball gag in place she was no longer able to protest. Tom looked into the bathroom and asked “Now what do we do?”

    “Well, now I’ll have to work on getting her more compliant. If she doesn’t agree to make what we need, maybe we’ll have to bring in her daughter to give her some incentive.”

    Laura, upon hearing that they would bring her daughter into this, started freaking out “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she yelled through her gag twisting and squirming.

    Kayla walked back into the room fully dressed and got on the floor next to Laura. “Now don’t worry” she assured “I don’t really want to bring your daughter here. All you need to do is help me to get more of this…” she held up the bottle again which was now about a third full “and all will be fine.’ She stood up and turned back to Tom, “Let’s get her in the car, we’re gonna take her to the lab.”

    “What good is that going to do? She’s not going to do what you want.”

    “Let me worry about that, you just do what I tell you to do.”

    12

    It took a bit a wrangling and there was the worry of someone seeing what was happening, but luckily it was getting dark out and Kayla backed the car right up close to the door. Once Tom got Laura in the car (she was kneeling on the floor in the back seat facing Kayla) he got in the driver’s seat and headed toward the lab.

    Once they were on the road, Kayla took her spray bottle and held it up, looking at it “Let’s see now, what body part should I make you smell this time hmm?” She looked at Laura who was shaking her head and obviously very uncomfortable. “You’ve already been between my legs. Maybe you’d like to be between my breasts hmm.” she pulled her shirt up to show her hanging breasts. Laura noticed her swollen nipples. They looked as if they had been pumped up and they appeared to be very sensitive. “Come to think of it, I’ve already had someone between my breasts today, and he really enjoyed my special smell too.”

    ‘My God’ Laura thought ‘she’s done it to someone else’.

    “Maybe you like feet huh. Are you one of those freaks that like to sniff peoples smelly feet? I could spray my feet and you could smell them. Would you like that?” she caressed Laura’s cheek thinking to herself how uncomfortable she must be hogtied like she was. “No wait, I know just the thing.” she lifted her left arm over her head and sprayed once into her armpit as if it was a can of deodorant. Then, dropping the spray bottle onto the seat she grabbed Laura’s head and maneuvered herself until she had her face in her pit. It was a struggle but not a big one.

    It was another degradation for Laura, the thought of smelling her armpit kind of turned her stomach but she had no leverage to struggle and she could only hold her breath for about twenty seconds before she once again succumbed and started to breath in the unpleasant odor of pit sweat. Kayla knew that her underarms smelled bad as she had intentionally not washed them earlier. It was all part of her plan.

    For Laura the smell was really bad, but there was another smell also that she craved so much. Once she got a whiff of that underlying scent, she didn’t care about the bad sweat smell anymore. Her tenseness melted away and she inhaled deeply and on her exhale she moaned into the ball gag.

    “Oh there there, that’s it. You like my pit sweat don’t you. You really are a kinky bitch. You can just stay right there and keep breathing it all in until we get where we are going.”

    It was degrading and humiliating on one level for Laura, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was the feeling of euphoria her body felt that she did not want to ever stop.

    “You like that don’t you? Yeah, I can see by the look in your eyes that you just love it. Too bad that I’m going to run out soon and you’ll never be able to feel this way again. Unless you can make some more. You made the first batch, so you can make more. You can make as much as you want, so you can feel this good whenever you want. Do you want to feel this good again?”

    Laura’s mouth and nose were buried in odiferous arm pit but her eyes were staring into Kayla’s almost lovingly and when she was asked if she wanted to feel like this again, she nodded and her eyes seemed to smile.

    “So you are going to be able to make more right?”

    Once more she nodded.

    “Good, I just knew that you were going to be able to help.” Then Kayla came up with another idea. “If you agree to be my personal slave, I’ll let you feel this way all the time. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” More nodding “Good girl. We are almost there so I’m going to untie you now.”

    In the next five minutes, Laura was untied and Tom was pulling into the parking garage by the lab. He used Laura’s pass card to open the gate then followed the signs to the third level where the lab was located and parked. The lot was nearly deserted because of the hour.

    They gained entrance to the building with Laura’s pass card and into the lab with the seven digit pass code. A few years ago, they would have had too deal with security guards, but when the economy tanked the company laid them off and now relied solely on the security system. Only some of the workers had access to the building after hours and occasionally lab workers would stay late to finish an important project. This night there was no one else there and Laura got to work.

    Kayla stayed close to Laura and when her attitude seemed like it was changing, she would spray some more of the scent on her body and let her smell it to keep her in line. It was a very efficient system and approximately three hours later, the new batch of designer scent was ready. This time it was a large bottle. It was just in time too because the small bottle was nearly empty.

    Kayla took the large bottle and sprayed her chest once then called over Tom to make sure that it would work. She felt the warm tingling before he even got to her and when he leaned in to breathe her scent, she saw his face change and she knew that it was the right stuff. She was feeling horny again and really wanted to play, but she knew that they had already taken enough chances and they needed to leave. They spent the next twenty minutes cleaning up and putting everything back in order and finally Kayla felt confident that everything was back to normal. She knew that if anyone at work noticed anything out of the ordinary, management would check the video cameras and they would be in serious trouble. As long as nothing was noticed, in one week the video would be recorded over, and they would get away with it. Kayla also figured that by the time the big bottle was running out, Laura would be so highly addicted that she would find a way to make more at work and not get caught.

    Back in the car, Kayla and Laura sat in the back seat again while Tom drove home. Kayla striped her pants off and sprayed her pussy with the new bottle, then grabbed Laura by the hair and pulled her roughly down. “Lick my pussy, make me cum.” The tingling sensation started up and her clitoris filled with blood, now nearly as long as her thumb.

    She pulled her clit up and guided Laura’s mouth below that, moaning lustily as she felt the soft tongue licking up her wet pussy. Wrapping two fingers and a thumb lightly around her elongated clit, she started stroking it up and down just like a man would stroke his penis. She quickly brought herself to the brink of orgasm and then let out a scream as she was pushed over the edge and her pussy burst. Once again a jet of clear fluid squirted into Laura’s mouth stinging the back of her throat and causing her to pull back and go into a fit of coughing.

    While Laura coughed, Kayla was shaking and moaning and cumming. She looked down and saw that her clit was not only standing up straight, but it was also throbbing, bulging and looking more than ever like a cock. The more she rubbed it, the longer her orgasm lasted, until she had to let go because it was too sensitive. When she did let go, it twitched for another twenty seconds or so while she lost control of her muscles and went limp in the seat, gasping for breath, her heart racing as she rode the slowly fading wave to the very end.

    As Laura got control of her coughing, she watched the last of Kayla’s orgasm and was amazed and a little frightened. Meanwhile, in the front seat, Tom could barely keep his mind on the road as he drove the car back to Laura’s house.

    13

    When they arrived at the house, Kayla realized that Laura couldn’t be trusted to be left alone all night. When her mind cleared up she would likely call for help. At the moment though, Laura was still under the influence of the scent and would do whatever she was told. “Tom,” she paused as she weighed her words a “we will be staying here for a few days with Laura to make sure that she doesn’t try to get help. I want to tie her up so I can sleep without worrying that she is going to sneak away in the night. Let’s tie her to that chair over there, and put the ball gag in her mouth so she can’t start screaming.”

    Tom went to work taking Laura by the hand and leading her to the wooden chair. As he was getting the rope ready though, Kayla stopped him. “Wait, I want you to take her clothes off first. Everything except her underwear.”

    Tom nodded and started helping her strip. She was not so much in a trance as she was just super compliant. He wondered what she would do if he told her to jump out the window, or stab herself with a knife. It was kind of frightening to think about. Soon she was nearly naked and sitting in the cold wooden chair. It had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to mind being tied tightly to it. He made sure that she wasn’t going to get loose by using plenty of rope, but he also didn’t tie it too tightly so her circulation would be cut off. He spread her legs to either side and tied her knees to each arm, along with her ankles to each leg. Her arms were tied around the wrists, elbows and upper arms. Then he went around her waist, belly and chest several times to make sure. Lastly, he slipped the ball gag in her mouth and strapped it around the back of her head.

    As Tom finished up with Laura, he turned around to see Kayla topless and spraying her breasts with the new bottle. Just seeing the bottle now made him start to perspire and fidget. Kayla saw him staring at her and she motioned him to her. He didn’t wait to be asked again and practically ran around the coffee table to get to her. He buried his face between her breasts thinking that he they seemed bigger than normal for some reason, and the wonderful aroma of her skin, sweat, and the spray that she had sprayed on that didn’t actually smell like anything, assaulted his senses and he drifted into a drug induced stupor.

    Kayla’s breasts were super sensitive now and her erect nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and as big as thimbles. She held Tom’s head gently between her breasts while he breathed deeply, inhaling all he could of her, and becoming more willing to please her with every breath. She waited a few minutes for him to get plenty of what he needed and then she decided to get what she wanted.

    “Tom dear,” she whispered, pulling his face up close to hers “I want you to do something for me. Will you do something for me Tom?” she was staring intently into his eyes, her eyes flicking back and forth from his left eye to his right.

    “Will you lick my asshole again? I loved it so much the last time, and if you will do that for me, I’ll let you fuck me in the ass. How’s that sound huh? Does that sound like fun to you Tom? Would you like to fuck my tight little asshole Tom? I’ve never had a cock in my asshole before. I want you to take my anal cherry Tom. Will you do that for me?” she leaned in and kissed him, opening her mouth, turning her head to the side and pushing her tongue deep into his mouth to lick his tongue. She was also rubbing her body up against his body and she could feel his hard cock straining to get out of his pants.

    She kissed him for several minutes, getting them both heated even more if that was possible, and while she did she was pulling his and her clothes off. Once they were both naked, she pulled him down onto the floor so he was kneeling, then she laid in front of him on her back. Her long clitoris stood straight up in the air. She reached under her thighs and lifted her legs up, bending her knees and rolling up on her upper back, which lifted and rolled her ass up to give him easy access.

    He crawled forward and looked down at her puckered pink orifice. Her ass was really beautiful, now that he was staring at it like this and when he lowered his face down close, he could smell just a hint of unpleasantness. She was obviously a very clean woman and he wasted no more time, starting by licking all around on her soft pillowy cheeks. As he got closer to the skin around her opening, he heard her uneven breathing and knew that it was having an effect on her.

    Kayla had basically folded herself in half with her legs spread wide and her elbows in the crease under her knees. This left her wide open and she could see exactly what was going on. She pulled her enormous clit down and realized that in this position, it almost reached her mouth. From her perspective, she could see the tip of Tom’s nose hovering over her open pussy, but she couldn’t see his mouth working on her asshole. She could definitely feel his tongue working all around her sensitive opening, making it even more sensitive and when she started putting pressure on her engorged clit/penis by gripping it between her thumb and forefinger, she was well on her way to an explosive orgasm. “Put you tongue in my asshole.” she groaned, wishing he would just do it already. Then she squealed as she felt him pushing it in.

    With his tongue driving into her anal opening, Tom was looking right into Kayla’s pussy. Her impossibly long clit was throbbing between her fingers and pussy juice was bubbling up from her clenching cunt. The smells, sounds and sights of everything going on was incredibly erotic and he was unable to keep his hands off his own raging hard on.

    Meanwhile, Laura was watching all of the blistering excitement from her perch on the chair and was unable to play with her needy pussy. She was horny and frustrated and on the verge of a breakdown. She wished they would untie her so she could join in, but little did she know, Kayla had plans for her.

    Speaking of Kayla, her body was now quaking like leaf on a windy day and she was awash in a sheen of sweat as she approached the pinnacle of pleasure. She yelled over and over “OHYEAHOHHHSHITOOOOFUCKMEEEEEEEE!!!!” and Tom, upon hearing that, wasted no time. He stood up and wedged his mushroom shaped penis head between her moist, plump ass cheeks, and with one huge lunge, he shoved his throbbing shaft balls deep into her rectum.

    Kayla, who had been so into the pleasure that she hadn’t even realized what she had said and really wasn’t ready to be impaled in her ass, let out a yowl like a cat in heat “EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHH” and the shock and the savagery of the thrust sent her into spasms of orgasm like she had never experienced before. It felt like everything below her breasts and above her knees tightened up for several seconds before she let loose.

    With his cock buried to the hilt, Tom felt her sphincter tighten up so much he couldn’t pull himself back out. It was so tight that it was almost painful and he was so alarmed that he pulled back and only succeeded in lifting her up three inches before he dropped back down. His orgasm started then, it was basically pulled out of him by her incredibly tight ass. However, for the first several seconds, the base of his penis was so tightly clenched that no semen was released. This caused him to swell even larger as just a small dribble of cum leaked out the tip. The pleasure mixed with the pain and added to the intensity. He opened his mouth and let out a yell of his own as his balls worked extra hard to expel the sperm. “SSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTT” he screamed thinking for a moment that he was going to loose his penis but still caught in the pleasure of his orgasm.

    Finally, things loosened up as Kayla’s whole body was wracked by her climax and her spasms started. Juices, thick and creamy bubbled and spurted up from her clenching pussy, and ran down the crease between her thigh and her belly. Still holding on to her clit, she could feel it pumping like a piston with every spasm. For a moment, in her euphoria, she thought it was leaking juices too, but she really didn’t believe that. There was juices spraying all over the place so it was just an illusion. After all, it wasn’t a penis, it was a clitoris.

    It took nearly five minutes for the two of them to calm down and catch their breath and by that time they looked up at Laura, she was panting heavily and squirming her butt around, as if she was trying to get some kind of pressure, any pressure on her sexual organs.

    Tom spoke first “So what are we going to do with her, leave her like that all night?”

    Kayla could see that she was struggling “Not quite like that,” she answered “I’ve got a few ideas to help her get through the night.”

    Fifteen minutes later she was still in the same position, but she was squirming, panting and sweating even more than before and Tom finally realized how sadistic Kayla really was.

    She had obviously put a lot of thought into what she had done. First, she had picked up her discarded underwear and sniffed them, pulling them away from her face quickly and making a face of disgust as they apparently had a very strong odor. She then used them to mop up her sopping wet pussy and ass, making a sloppy, sticky mess on her panties. She then picked up her new bottle of designer scent and sprayed the underwear once.

    “That should mix with my smell and work just as well as if I sprayed myself.” she said to Tom. She then pulled the soiled panties over Laura’s head, making sure the slimy, sticky mess was right over her nose. They both watched as she started breathing the smell in and she seemed to visibly clam down.

    Tom assumed she was done but she wasn’t. She next went to her purse and dug down to the bottom, pulling out a rabbit style vibrating dildo. Holding it up for Tom to see she said “I just put in brand new batteries so it should last a long time.” The dildo was an expensive one with beads and a clitoral stimulator. She reached down and pulled Laura’s panties to the side then carefully slid the thick dildo all the way into her pussy until the clitoral stimulator was up against her clit. Satisfied with it’s placement, Kayla turned it on and pulled the crotch of her panties back over it so it wouldn’t slide out. The buzzing could be heard throughout the room and Laura jumped and her eyes opened wide, visible through the leg openings of the panties.

    “There” Kayla stepped back to admire her handiwork “that ought to keep her happy. At least for a while anyway.” Then she turned back to Tom, “Let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.” she turned and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

    For a few moments, Tom stood looking at Laura, who was making mewling sounds through the ball gag and seemed visibly more uncomfortable than before, then he followed Kayla to the bathroom. In ten minutes they were in Laura’s bed with the lights out.

    14

    The next morning, Tom woke early and after clearing his head and remembering where he was, he carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. He was confident that Kayla was still sleeping. When he walked into the living room, he could still hear buzzing, although it was much quieter than it had been the night before, or at least he thought it was. He found Laura, still tied in the chair, but she looked much worse for the wear. As he quietly moved into the room, he thought she was sleeping because her head was tilted sideways and her eyes looked like they were shut. However, when he stepped around in front of her, her eyes popped open wide and she looked up to him.

    That was when he saw the mess. Her chair and the floor around the chair was wet with piss and other juices. It was quite obvious that she had been drooling all over herself and she was covered in sweat. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was trembling all over. She looked like she was a wild, rabid animal.

    Tom felt bad for her and immediately moved to take off her ball gag. The smell near her was awful and he scrunched his face as he pulled the underwear off her head and unlatched the ball gag. Carefully he pulled it out of her mouth and heard her whisper “water”. He quickly rushed to the kitchen, not trying to be quiet anymore and opened cupboards until he found a glass. He filled the glass in the sink and rushed it back in. As he brought it close to her he noticed her squirming her bottom around as much as the bindings allowed and she was huffing and puffing like a pregnant woman. He was confused for a moment until he realized that she was suffering through an orgasm.

    He set the glass down and hurriedly pulled her panties to the side so he could pull the vibrator out of her abused pussy. It was covered in slime and still buzzing away and he tossed it onto the couch. Her poor pussy looked red and raw and was still pulsating. He grabbed the glass of water again and held it up to her dry lips so she could drink. She seemed to revive somewhat as she gulped the cool liquid down. He let her drink half the glass then pulled it away saying “Slow down, you don’t want to throw up.”

    She looked up into his eyes and seemed to smile a bit. “Thank you.” she whispered. Then “Can you untie me please? I can’t feel my legs.”

    Tom exhaled loudly then looked to the bedroom door. He half expected to see Kayla staring angrily at him but the door was still shut. “Yeah, yes I uh…of course.” He busied himself untying the knots that he had secured the night before and when he finished, he helped her over to the couch. He was feeling bad for his involvement and for the moment his mind was clear, so he sat next to her and quietly spoke to her. “Listen, we should get some help, this is all wrong. Kayla is too far gone. That stuff…it’s changing her, just like you said. We need to get out of here and get help.”

    He really thought that after a long night tied to an uncomfortable chair with a vibrator buzzing away in her pussy, she would be more than ready to escape. “We need to get you cleaned up and get out of here.” he continued. “If we go back to the lab, they should be able to get us the help we need. Let’s go clean up.” he took her by the arm and helped her get to her feet, then led her to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom with the door closed, he started the shower and after peeling her soaked panties off her, he helped her into the shower and climbed in with her.

    There were deep marks around her arms and thighs where the ropes had bit in during the night and he gently washed her whole body from her head to her toes. He was trying to stay focused on the task at hand and had to clear his mind several times when he was washing her body. She was after all a very sexy woman and he was running his hands over every inch of her wet body. It took discipline, which at this point he knew was scarce in him, but he did manage to get her clean and only became semi hard during. Then he moved her away from the water so he could wash himself.

    Once they were out and dried up, Tom helped Laura get her clothes on and got himself dressed. Then, he opened the bathroom door and looked at the bedroom door which was still closed. Thinking Kayla must still be asleep, he helped Laura over to the front door. Before he could open the door however, Laura stopped him. “Wait, we need the car keys.”

    Tom had been so intent on getting out of the house that he forgot all about car keys. “Shit” he exclaimed and headed for the bedroom. Before he could go in though, Laura stopped him again.

    “I should get them.” she started “The floor creaks in certain spots, really loud if you step in the wrong place. I can avoid it and be quieter.”

    It sounded reasonable to Tom and he nodded “Yeah your probably right. Just be very quiet.”

    “Of course” she smiled and headed toward the closed door. Tom watched her as she quietly opened the door and was glad it didn’t squeak. He didn’t bother to go over next to the bedroom door, just waited by the entryway and contemplated their next move. He waited nearly five minutes thinking about what would happen to them all and then realized that it was taking her way too long. He quickly headed over toward the bedroom door but before he could get there Laura came back out holding the keys.

    “Shit,” he exclaimed in a whisper, “What took so long?”

    She walked over to him with the keys in her left hand and something balled up in her right hand that he couldn’t identify. He was so happy to see her and in such a hurry to get going that he didn’t notice the dreamy look in her eyes until it was too late. She was right beside him handing him the keys when he saw her right hand swing up and realized what was in her hand. Before he could react, she pushed the Taser against the side of his neck and depressed the button, sending the high voltage shock through his body. The shock sent him crashing to the floor and before he could even begin to recover, Kayla stepped beside him and put her bare foot on his face.

    “Great work lover.” Kayla said to Laura, then she pulled up the robe she was wearing that she had found in Kayla‘s closet and lowered her ass down to his face-still twitching from the jolt. “You thought you were going to screw me over you piece of shit? I’ll show you what I think of that. Open your fucking mouth.”

    Tom’s head was still a bit clouded so he did what she ordered. She leaned forward quickly and let loose with a steaming spray of sparkling urine which splashed up his neck and chin until it hit his open mouth. The shock snapped him out of his funk and he snapped his mouth shut and twisted his head away, spitting out yellow fluid.

    Kayla was not impressed and stopped her flow mid stream. She grabbed both his ears and jerked his head back up then slid herself forward and planted her pussy right on his face. His broken nose was still very tender to the touch and when she plopped her weight down, he screamed in pain. Once again she started peeing but this time it was right into his open mouth. She sat down hard which forced his mouth open wider and continued with her morning piss. She hadn’t peed all night so there was a lot and Tom had no choice but to swallow the burning liquid or choke.

    “Drink it you bitch!” she screamed at him as she relieved herself. She was looking into his wild eyes, watching his expression of fear and disgust turn into resignation and humiliation as he finished swallowing the rest of her golden stream. When she finally stopped, she raised up just a bit and had him lick her clean. Then she stood up and went to Laura. She leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips, pushing her tongue deep into the other woman’s mouth.

    After a long lusty kiss Kayla stood up and went to her spray bottle. She proceeded to spray both her breasts, her pussy and her ass. She dropped the bottle then sexily strutted over to where Tom was still sitting on the couch. She put her left foot up on his chest and pushed him back until he was laying flat on his back again. Then she climbed up and straddled his face. Kneeling over his face she motioned Laura to join them.

    Laura, even though she had spent the night getting her pussy buzzed with a powerful vibrator, was somehow still turned on and she crawled on top of Tom and stuck her face in Laura’s swelling tits.

    For the next thirty minutes, Kayla stayed kneeling over Tom’s face letting him smell and lick her enhanced pussy scent while Laura rode his erection and breathed in the aroma from Kayla’s breasts.

    15

    Kayla’s cell phone rang later that same day. It was early afternoon and she had applied the spray to herself every hour. She loved the way it made her feel and she loved the way her clit was still growing longer. Her breasts and nipples were also getting larger too but to a lesser extent then her clit. She felt almost more than human, as if she was evolving into a super sexual woman. Her slaves (that’s what she thought of them now) were more proof that she was better than everyone else.

    So when her phone rang and the voice on the other end was Dr. Hewes and he was begging her to let him come see her, she was feeling more confident than ever. She had only went to him yesterday and here it was less than twenty four hours later and he was already needing her. ‘The spray is working faster’ she thought and she became even more excited. The thought that she could ensnare someone that soon was exhilarating. She checked the clock and told him that she would meet him at five o’clock and that he should bring her ten thousand dollars cash. She had already decided that she didn’t ever want to go back to work again and she knew that once people were addicted to her, they would do anything to get their next fix. She gave him Laura’s address and told him not to be late.

    Dr. Hewes didn’t seem too happy with her telling him she wanted money, but he agreed to bring what she wanted. When she hung up she was beaming from ear to ear with the thought of cashing in. She knew that all doctors made good money and that Dr. Hewes would be able to afford it.

    Maybe the next person she enslaved would be a multi millionaire. Then she could get him to sign over everything to her and she would be set for life. She could travel the world in her own private jet and have her pick of any man or woman she wanted. Movie stars, famous athletes, recording artists, politicians, hell maybe a president or a king of some country even. She was sure that if she could get close enough, and with money that wouldn’t be an issue, she could own anyone. All it would take is a few sprays of her special brew and then get close enough for them to smell it and that would be it. She would give them a taste, leave her number, then wait for them to call her. It was ingenious.

    Get someone with enough money and she could buy her own lab and keep Laura around to make more of the special brew. She could live the high life and have everyone she wanted to be her slave.

    She was confident that Laura was completely brainwashed after the events of the morning, and she was sure that Tom was almost there also. She figured that leaving Laura all night long with the panties over her nose had been enough to rewire her brain, otherwise she would have run with Tom that morning.

    At five o’clock on the nose, the doorbell rang and when Kayla opened it she was pleasantly surprised. Not only was Dr. Hewes standing there, but also his pretty secretary Miranda. She had nearly forgotten about Miranda.

    Dressed in a thin robe and naked underneath Kayla welcomed them in “Well well, Dr. Hewes and Miranda, how nice. Please come in.” she was acting like it was her house now and after a day of traipsing around naked it was certainly feeling like it was her house. She noticed the telltale signs of addiction from both doctor and secretary as they entered the house and she felt pride welling up inside her.

    As they followed Kayla into the living room, they both gasped in unison as they came upon Tom who was tied naked to a wooden kitchen chair. His arms were behind his back and his legs were folded up and tied to the horizontal supports, so they weren’t touching the floor. He also had a strip of duct tape pasted across his mouth and what they couldn’t see was that he had Laura’s soiled underwear from the previous night stuffed into his mouth.

    “Oh don’t worry about him,’ Kayla reassured ‘he was a very naughty boy earlier this morning so now he is in the time out chair.” she walked over to him and pinched one of his nipples, twisting it painfully. She spun back around to face the two newcomers and said, “So Dr. Hewes, did you bring me what I asked for?”

    The good doctor looked sick as he nodded his head and reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out a thick envelope and held it up for Kayla to see. “I did, but I don’t know why. You force this…this extremely addicting drug on us; for all we know it is very dangerous, and then you expect me to pay you to get more. How dare you do this to us. Just who the hell do you think you are?”

    The whole time he was berating her, Kayla’s bemused expression never wavered, but when he finished she scowled and retorted “You had better watch yourself Dr. Dipshit. Piss me off and I won’t give you what you came here to get. I can already see that your cravings are real bad and they are only going to get worse. I can make your life hell, or I can give you what you came here for and you’ll feel human again. The choice is yours. Either give me the cash, or get the fuck out.” She knew that this was hard for the good doctor and that made it so much more fun. Would he stay or would he go? She had a feeling that he would stay.

    Miranda stepped forward and Kayla for the first time noticed just how miserable she looked. “Please, I don’t have a lot of money and I can’t pay you, but I need you, I need it so bad.” She walked toward Kayla and just then, all hell broke loose.

    The sound of glass shattering and the front door burst inward in a explosion of splinters, followed by several men rushing in wearing gas masks and carrying assault rifles. There was shouting men pointing weapons at everyone and ordering them all onto the floor. It was surreal, and in very short order, everyone was handcuffed in zip ties, their heads covered in black hoods, and they were led out to a line of waiting vans while the neighbors looked on in shock.

    16

    Two men wearing biohazard suits led a blindfolded Kayla into a room that resembled a basement. She was brought over to a corner where her arms were locked into shackles that were hanging from the ceiling from a cable attached to a winch. One of the men pushed a button on the wall that activated the winch and lifted the shackles up until Kayla found herself up on her tiptoes.

    “What the fuck are you doing to me?!?” She yelled into the blackness of the hood covering her face. “Please, just let me go and I won’t call the police.” She whimpered when she got no response.

    Kayla was naked, having lost her thin robe at some time throughout the ordeal, and now she wondered what these people were going to do with her. As she hung there trying to free herself, she was hit with a blast of water from a garden hose. “AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!” she screamed as the cold water shocked her. It soon warmed up so that it was bearable, then the spray was directed away from her. She felt some cold liquid being squirted on her, then a soft scrub brush began to scrub her from head to toe.

    The men were very thorough in scrubbing Kayla all over. The crack of her ass was even pulled apart and scrubbed clean. When they were satisfied that she was completely clean, her hood was finally removed, and the two men left the room, leaving Kayla crying and shivering.

    When Kayla’s eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness on the room, she looked around at the windowless room and concrete walls. There was a table with two chairs in the middle of the room and a water cooler in the opposite corner. Other than that there was a hose attached to a spigot.

    As Kayla hung shivering and dripping, the door opened and an attractive, bespectacled woman in a suit and leather skirt walked in. Her hair was done up in a bun and she carried a file and a pen in one hand and a folded towel in the other. She set the clipboard and pen on the table, then opened the towel.

    “Who are you, and why am I here?” Kayla said through her chattering teeth. She was shivering badly now as the air in the room was cool.

    “Hello Kayla. I’m so sorry that those barbarians treated you so badly.” The woman said, bringing the towel over to Kayla. She began to wipe the water off. “I want you to know that you will not be hurt while you are here. The reason that you have been treated like this so far is because we had to take precautions. We didn’t know where you had used the scent Kayla, and we couldn’t afford to take any chances that someone would smell it. That is why you were completely washed down.”

    “So, you work for Scent Designs.” Kayla said “I should have known.”

    “I’m going to lower you down Kayla, and unlock the shackles so we can sit down and discuss this. You should know that there are two armed guards right outside the door who will take you down if you try anything stupid though.”

    Kayla was lowered down and released from the shackles. She rubbed her wrists then wrapped the towel around herself before taking a seat.

    “I’ve been hired to personally deal with your case Kayla.” The woman said after she sat down opposite Kayla and opened the file that she had carried in. “My name is Helen Hansen and I was given your file a few weeks ago. We know everything Kayla; about Arnold Peters, Tom Jensen, Laura Stanwick, Dr. Hewes and Miranda. You have been very busy these last few days Kayla.”

    “How do you know so much about me?” Kayla asked, feeling very vulnerable, and not just because she was naked.

    “We’ve known about you since the very first time you promised Arnold Peters a blowjob if he got you stuff. Arnold may be desperate for love Kayla, but no one ever accused him of being disloyal to the company.”

    “That little prick.” Kayla sneered under her breath.

    “Well you would know about that now wouldn’t you.” Helen grinned a knowing grin, then tossed three pictures across the table to Kayla.

    The top picture was obviously taken from a camera with a high power zoom lens and showed Kayla and Arnold in the front seat of his car. She felt her stomach lurch as she realized that she been followed everywhere she went lately. She didn’t want to look at the other two pictures, the memories of blowing that sniveling asshole were bad enough, but she thumbed the top one aside to see picture number two. In this one, Arnold’s head was tilted back, his mouth opened in an ‘O’, and the back of Kayla’s head could be seen over his crotch. The third picture showed Kayla sitting back up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She crumpled the three pictures in one hand and tossed them to the floor, looking angrily up at Helen.

    “What do you want with me?” Kayla asked, grinding her teeth.

    “Something had to happen Kayla. You have to realize that that we couldn’t let you continue on the path you were taking. If you had just stayed with Tom, we would have watched you and him from afar. We would have studied you in your own environment. Unfortunately, you got greedy. You went from one person addicted to you to four people, in just a few days. You forced us to step in Kayla, and now we have to detox several people.”

    Kayla felt like a common addict who was in desperate need of a fix. Her body was craving her concoction and she was struggling to sit still and listen. Helen noticed her struggle.

    “You need another fix don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. “I can see you struggling right now.”

    Losing her cool, Kayla yelled “What the hell do you want from me?!?”

    “We want to study you Kayla. That’s all. We want to allow you to continue using the scent to see what happens. We will have doctors here around the clock who will monitor your vitals and will put a stop to the experiment if your health deteriorates.”

    Kayla thought about it for a few moments before asking “And what if I refuse?”

    “Well, in that case, we would have to call the cops Kayla. You have broken the law, and we have it all on film. And let’s not forget how many people that you turned into addicts with just one sniff. Between the criminal and the civil cases Kayla, well you can imagine what kind of fun that will be. Of course the choice is ultimately yours, and if you do decide to become our guinea pig, we would have you sign a contract, and pay you a salary.”

    Realizing that she not in any position to refuse, Kayla slowly nodded. She did like the idea of still being able to use the scent, but she didn’t like the idea of not being able to control anyone. “I suppose that I don’t have any choice in the matter.” She said.

    “Oh but you do Kayla. There are always choices, and if you choose to detox from the scent, jail is probably the best place to do that.”

    “I – I can’t go to jail.” She stammered. “I’ll do whatever I have to do, just please, don’t call the cops.”

    In reality, Helen never planned on calling the cops. That would mean far too many questions and the last thing that the company wanted or needed was the general public finding out about their experiments. The other people who had begun the testing of the scents had all signed a binding contract before testing had begun. After the problems with the product were obvious, the subjects were immediately put into detox and were all paid to keep quiet. They were also threatened with lawsuits if they told their story.

    No, Helen never planned on calling the cops on Kayla. That was just a ploy to get Kayla to agree to what they planned on doing to her all along. She knew that Kayla would be needing another fix of the scent, and all they had to do was to leave her locked up in the cell for a few hours and she would be begging for more.

    “Very well Kayla. I can tell you now that Tom and Laura have also agreed to sign contracts of their own. The good doctor and his secretary, since they were only exposed once, have been each given a shot of something to help them through their cravings. All traces should soon be out of their systems and they too will be paid for their troubles. You are making the right decision Kayla.”

    Three Months Later.

    Kayla was lounging in her underwear across the room while watching Tom and Laura fucking. Laura was bent over the bed, her feet firmly on the floor with her legs spread wide and her head resting on the top of the mattress. Tom was standing behind her driving his cock into her pussy over and over again while she moaned.

    “Does it feel good Laura? Do you like feeling Tom’s fat cock in your hot, wet cunt?”

    “Ohhh yeah unhhh yes, it fu – feels sooo good.” she moaned.

    “That’s good. Just remember now that whoever cums first doesn’t get to smell me again until tomorrow.”

    They had been fucking like this for several minutes, each had been holding out with all the willpower they could muster. Tom could sense that Laura was getting close to an orgasm, so he had picked up the speed and power of his thrusts, but that was also pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. His body needed another hit of the special perfume and he couldn’t bear the thought of waiting through the night to get it. He knew that Laura needed it as badly as he did, but he didn’t care about that right now.

    In an attempt to push Laura over the edge and make her start cumming first, Tom reached around to her breasts and started pinching her nipples. Her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft once and she moaned loudly, but somehow managed to hold off her orgasm.

    Feeling that she would lose this challenge if she didn’t do something right away, Laura reached one hand down between her legs, and as Tom drove his cock forward and his nutsack slapped into her engorged pussy, she grabbed his balls in her hand. Since he had been fucking her so vigorously and hadn’t expected her to grab his balls, he wasn’t able to stop until he had pulled more than halfway out and that caused his sack to be stretched and his balls were squeezed. It was just a tiny bit painful, but being that he had been so close to cumming, this unexpected turn of events sent him past the point of no return, and with a cry of ecstasy and surprise, he began pumping his seed into Laura’s pussy.

    “OOOHHHHHSSSHHHIIITTTTT!!!” He screamed with a mixture of pleasure and anger. He was angry with Laura for tricking him like she had. He was angry with Kayla for coming up with this sick little game. But even more than that, he was angry with himself for losing control and cumming first, when he was so sure that he was going to win.

    “Yes! He’s cumming.” Laura cheered. She had a good fuck and had won the competition meaning that she would be able to get what she so desperately wanted.

    “Looks like you win this one Laura.” Kayla said with a smile. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down, her now giant clit, which had grown to seven inches long and as thick as a half dollar, sprung forth like a man’s erect cock. “Come here now and claim your prize.”

    With a huge grin on her face, Laura pulled away from Tom and crawled across the room toward the massive appendage, putting her nose right up against the underside. Her tongue snaked out and licked around Kayla’s fat pussy lips, while she breathed deeply of the scent that she craved.

    Meanwhile, Kayla pinched her fat nipples which had grown to enormous size along with her breasts. Each nipples stood erect at over two inches in length while her breasts had ballooned to the size of basketballs. As she pinched the nipples, they both sprayed several pinhole sized streams of white milk.

    Behind Laura, Tom had collapsed on the bed and was longingly staring at Kayla. He only wanted a sniff, just to set his mind at ease, and get him through the night.

    “Tom, make yourself useful and clean Laura’s pussy before it drips all over the floor.” Kayla ordered, and Tom couldn’t suppress a loud sigh and wrinkled brow, but he didn’t bother to complain any more, as that would have likely led to him being put off even longer. Walking over on unsteady legs, Tom put his face into Laura’s freshly fucked pussy, and began licking up the combined juices as they leaked from her steamy hole. The smell of sex was strong and musky and very erotic, but it was a far cry from what he needed from Kayla.

    As part of the experiment, Kayla had been using an even greater amount of the scent than ever, and because of that, her body, when sexually stimulated, gave off the odor that Tom and Laura both craved. Being closer, Tom was able to smell traces of Kayla’s addictive smell. It wasn’t enough for him, but it was better than nothing.

    Laura moved up to the tip of Kayla’s clit/penis and sucked it deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive rod. Every breath she took filled her need as Kayla’s entire body was giving off the scent now.

    “OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YYYYEEEEEAAAHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Kayla squealed in delight as her giant clitoris was sucked. Over the weeks and months that her clitoris had grown to the size of a cock, it had become more and more sensitive to even the slightest touch. But it wasn’t just her clitoris that had grown either, her pussy lips swelled up also and her pussy was always wet with juices.

    Laura swallowed almost all of Kayla’s long clitoris, and at the same time, she slid two fingers past the extra puffy pussy lips into her throbbing cunt. Moans could be heard from both women as the smell of their juices filled the room.

    On the other side of the wall stood three med techs, watching the proceedings through a large one way mirror on the wall. The techs, two men and one woman, were all trying to keep things in perspective and stay in a scientific state of mind, recording and observing everything that happened next door. It was very difficult to be sure. The men were both trying to hide their erections, and the woman was secretly squeezing her legs together in an effort to put pressure on her vagina.

    The room they were in was not much more than the size of a walk in closet. It was connected to narrow halls that led to other tiny observation rooms, one for each room of the house that Tom, Kayla and Laura now shared.

    The oldest of the three techs, a man named Blake, was the first to mention the heat. “Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”

    The woman in the group, a cute Chinese woman named Ling, was feeling the heat also and said “I’ll open a vent and let some air in.”. The men in the room were so into the scene they were watching that neither one saw what vent she was opening, the one that led into the bedroom where the sex was taking place.

    It took just a few minutes for the smell of the sex to reach all three techs, and without them even realizing it, they all slowly became addicted to Kayla’s smell. As they all breathed in the fumes of addiction, their inhibitions were loosened, and they began to masturbate themselves openly. Within minutes, all three were tearing their clothes off and ten minutes later, when the next crew came in to relieve them, Ling was being sandwiched between her two colleagues, who were fucking her in the ass and pussy at the same time.

    The whole room smelled heavily of sex and Kayla’s special pheromones and as soon as the new crew came in, they too smelled it and became addicted. Shocked by what they were seeing in the observation room, they left the door open behind them, and Kayla’s scent was sucked out into the rest of the building, infecting more and more people, each one quickly losing interest in stopping the spread. Before long, the powerful aphrodisiac scent had made its way throughout the building, carried through the air in the ventilation system to all corners and infecting every employee with lust for Kayla. World domination was just beginning.

    The End.