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Alice is has been kidnapped by Magnolia Savage, held ransom for the bimbo serum!

BimboTech
Chapter Twelve: Bimbo Serum Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“Alice,” I said when my wife’s phone picked up. “Where did you wander off to? I have—”

“Hello, Dr. Jackman,” an unfamiliar woman said instead of his wife.

My eyebrows furrowed in shock. “Why do you have my wife’s phone?”

“Because I have your wife.” The woman’s words had a throaty cadence about them. There was something in the background that sounded like…licking.

“And you are?”

“The woman holding your wife,” she answered. “You really should keep better track of your bimbo. They are such airheads. They can be distracted so easily and wander off with the wrong people.”

My heart beat faster. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Standing beside me, Senator Delilah Murphy gave me a sharp look, her blue eyes curious. Alice should still have the intelligence serum active. She shouldn’t have been easily led off. “Well, let me know where she is, and I’ll come pick her up.”

“After you give me what I want. If you cooperate, Dr. Jackman, not a hair on her pretty head will be damaged.”

Cold shot through me. It rippled out from my belly, flowing through my veins to my extremities. It struck my heart, the beat quickening. Waves of dark dizziness washed across my vision. “Hurt her? What is going on?”

She made dismissive, tutting sound. “Really, Dr. Jackman, I thought you were intelligent. I have your wife, and if you want her back, you have to pay my ransom.”

“How much?” The words spilled out of my mouth without thought.

Senator Murphy’s eyebrows furrowed. She mouthed, “Ransom?”

“Oh, I don’t want money, Dr. Jackman. I want it.”

“It?” I shook my head. “What are you talking about?”

“The formula to the bimbo serum. Once it is delivered into my agent’s hand, I will release your wife unharmed.” Then she let out a throaty moan. “Well, once I’m done using her. Mmm, she really knows how to eat a woman’s asshole.”

“Who are you?” I demanded. “How do you even know about the bimbo formula?”

“I will contact you in two hours. I should be done enjoying your wife by then. Then we shall make the arrangements for the drop. And, Dr. Jackman, no police. If they get involved, well, your wife will disappear forever.”

“No,” I gasped, my heart racing. “Please, don’t hurt her. I’ll cooperate.”

Senator Murphy pulled out her phone from a black clutch purse. She texted rapidly on it as the woman on the other end of my line laughed in cruel delight. My heart raced as I pictured Alice hurt. Then the line went dead. My hand trembled as I lowered my phone.

“Did I hear that correctly?” Senator Murphy said, her voice ice. “Someone’s kidnapped your wife?”

“You have good ears,” I muttered, sliding through the apps on my phone.

“Are you looking for the GPS on your wife’s phone? If the kidnapper is smart, they’ll have it turned off now. But don’t worry. I have friends in the Capitol Police and the FBI. People owe me favors.”

“Not the GPS on my wife’s phone. Her GPS.”

“Hers?”

“All my wives are tagged with a GPS chip, just in case they wander off. It’s happened before.” I grimaced, remembering the two times Alice went off with strangers before we implemented the tags. Though she had fun both times, I had been so scared for her.

But never this scared.

The app opened. The GPS pings came up. All but one were by me in the Smithsonian where tonight’s gala was held. The other was across the city. “She doesn’t appear to be moving but in an office building.”

Senator Murphy leaned in and then cursed. “That fucking bitch!”

“You recognize the address?”

“I do.”

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Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

It was so hard not to cry out to Frank as I licked my kidnapper’s asshole while she talked to him. I had no idea who this woman was, but I had to pretend to be a bimbo. I had to be convincing. So I had to moan and coo and worship her asshole.

It didn’t taste bad. That sour musk filled my mouth as my hands gripped her ass, squeezing and clenching. She moaned, wiggling her hips, taking such perverse delight in dominating me. I went along with it, pretending that I believed she was a witch, calling her Mistress, whatever it took to buy time and try to think.

I hoped she believed my lie about the syringe she held in her hand. If I sold it well enough, pretending to be a bimbo airhead, she would believe me. She had found it in my purse, recognizing that it was different from the bimbo serum, the other syringe in there.

“Oh, you are such a nasty ass-licker, you bimbo-slut,” moaned the woman. “And I bet my ass taste better than any other’s.”

“It does, Mistress,” I moaned, my pussy clenching in excitement at the naughty thrill of submitting and rimming her even while my stomach twisted in fright.

And that fright was strangely exciting. Exhilarating even.

“Of course it does. You just love me, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh, Mistress. Your ass is so yummy.” I struggled to think of dumb, bimbo things to say. “Just super-duper delicious.”

She let out a pleased purr. Nearby, another bimbo—how had this woman made the blonde into a bimbo?—tongued the feet of a redhead watching us. The bimbo wiggled her naked ass, obviously so happy to lick the redhead’s toes.

This woman had gotten a sample of the bimbo serum somehow, but hadn’t replicated the formula. Frank came up with it. It was complex. Something revolutionary. And I was not about to let this bitch have it. It was my husbands.

We would profit from it.

My fingers squeezed harder at the surge of anger, my tongue jamming deep into her asshole. If I tongued her, I would be less likely to say something and give away my ruse. My pussy clenched again. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to rub my pussy to orgasm. That would take away some of the anxiety.

“Oh, yes, you are such a good ass-licker. Oh, I want to keep you. Maybe after your husband is destitute, he’ll sell you to me. Mmm, then you’ll be my bimbo slave like Annalee. I’ll make sure you’re happy by letting you lick my ass everyday.”

Fear and anger spiked through me. In a bubbly tone, I gasped, “Oh, no, Frank loves me. He won’t trade me for anything in the world. Not for a million-billion dollars. He would always keep me.”

“Well, I do need that bimbo serum from him. If he doesn’t love you…” She shuddered. “Yes, jam that tongue back into my asshole. And finger my pussy. Make me cum again. I’m going to use you so hard.”

I moved my right hand from her ass, trailing it down the curve of her cheek and reaching between her thighs. I rubbed her shaved cunt, caressing her plump vulva and thick pussy lips. Then I plunged into her depths, feeling her heat constricting about my fingers. I plunged them in and out rapidly, stirring her up, making her shudder and moan as I tongued her asshole.

Her sphincter clenched about my tongue as she moaned. Her pussy was so hot and silky. My own cunt burned. I wanted to touch myself so badly. My bimbo body didn’t care about anything but being pleasured. If I didn’t have the intelligence serum bubbling through my veins, I would be so happy right now, just glad to give her pleasure.

Bimbos were such happy, loving creatures. This horrid woman couldn’t be in control of the formula.

I fingered her faster and faster, plunging over and over into her depths. She shuddered, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers. She moaned, her hips wiggling from side-to-side. Her juices dribbled down my wrist. I could smell her tart pussy over the sour, exciting musk of her ass.

“Oh, yes, you disgusting whore. Oh, you’re so dirty. Just devouring my ass. Oh, you love it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned again, keeping my voice bubbly and happy. “And your pussykitty feels so hungry. It needs a nice, big cock to fuck.”

“Never!” she hissed, her cunt clamping down on my digits. “Men are filthy. They only make you into a disgusting, dirty thing. And you don’t want to be dirty.”

Men were wonderful. Far better than this dyke-bitch. “No, Mistress,” I gasped, my two fingers curling, searching for her G-spot. “I want to be so clean. You made me clean with your pussy juices.”

“Right,” she shuddered as I tongued her asshole again. Despite how much I hated this woman, her ass tasted wonderful.

I jammed my tongue into her sphincter, swirling around as she bucked and shuddered. And then she convulsed hard. Her moans echoed through the room. I shivered, my pussy clenching in envy as her cunt spasmed on my fingers.

I massaged her G-spot, her asshole clenching so hard on my tongue as she screamed out her bliss. She bucked against the table, grunting, groaning. And then she let out a satisfied moan as her orgasm peaked.

“Mmm, that was good,” she purred. “You can stop, for now.”

“May I play with my pussykitty?” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. My bimbo body made me so damned horny that even though I was scared I was also so turned on. “Pretty please with yummy sugar on top. My pussykitty needs to be petted so badly!”

“No,” the woman said, something haughty in her tone.

I hated her.

“Annalee, come here,” the woman said, turning around, her black hair spilling about her tan face. She was in great shape, almost as hot as a bimbo. Could I reach my purse? The other syringe in there contained bimbo serum. If I could inject her…

“Yes, Mistress?” Annalee said, the blonde bimbo crawling across the floor to her.

“Present that ass. I need to make sure you always stay a bimbo.”

“Of course, Mistress. I’m such a goody two shoes bimbo.”

My stomach twisted as I watched Annalee’s large breasts sway, her blue eyes wide and empty of any thoughts. She had a huge smile on her face. Then she turned around, wiggling her ass at her mistress, a hairless pussy dripping between her legs.

The woman injected the syringe into Annalee’s ass and depressed the syringe.

The bimbo gasped. Her eyes widening. She shook as the serum took effect. I caught her gaze, my heart beating so fast as I witness thoughts blossom to life in those blue depths. The smile fell from her lips. Her eyes blinked.

“There, now you will be my sexy slave.”

Anger crossed Annalee’s face.

“Now go fetch the strap-on so I can fuck our new slave’s ass. Hurry, Annalee.”

My heart beat faster. Would Annalee blow the ruse? I had to get to that syringe. It was my only hope. I opened my eyes wide, pleading with her without words.

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Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

“Yes, Mistress,” purred Annalee.

I didn’t even glance at the bimbo as she stood up and walked into my office, passing my executive assistant Melissa as she lounged naked against the door. The redhead’s hungry eyes followed Annalee. Melissa was eager to take more pleasure from the bimbo.

But I was eager to play with Alice. She was so new. And that disgusting Frank’s wife. I would return his bimbo with all sorts of naughty programming. I would tell her so many things that would make Frank’s life miserable. Alice was so dumb she believed I had enchanted her.

Bimbos were so susceptible to suggestion. Alice wouldn’t even remember what I looked like once I was out of sight because of my “spell.” I shivered, my body buzzing with pleasure. I licked my lips, seeing her squirming, her red hair spilling down to those big, lush tits.

She was wasted on a man.

“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard,” I groaned. “I’m going to pound you into jelly.”

“Yay!” the bimbo cheered. “I love being fucked in the ass. It’s special-wecial.” She turned, wiggling it at me, looking over her shoulder with such delight in her green eyes.

“The strap-on, Mistress,” Annalee said, thrusting the harness and thick, black dildo at me. She sounded a little sullen.

Was she jealous of the attention I was heaping on Alice? Oh, that added so many naughty possibilities. I could drive Annalee wild, make her so desperate for my attention, just begging to lick my pussy, to get the antidote to the “poison” in her body.

I loved degrading my former rival on my company’s board.

“You know how to put it on me,” I said in a huff. “Come on, Annalee. Why do I even still own you? Alice is a much better bimbo.”

“What are you doing?” Melissa suddenly asked.

Anger flared through me. I turned to reprimand my executive assistant—she should know better than to question me—when I froze in shock. Annalee had grabbed the syringe of the bimbo serum that was half-sticking out of Alice’s purse, pulled out when I grabbed her phone when Frank called. I blinked in shock as Annalee thrust the syringe at me.

“Annalee!” I gasped, seeing the anger twisting the bimbo’s face. There was no submission. There was no docile acceptance.

It hit me right before the syringe pierced into my thigh. Alice had tricked me. The second chemical wasn’t a serum to keep a bimbo looking hot and sexy. It was something else. The cold serum flooded through my thighs. The chemical that would turn me into a docile idiot. An airhead.

I glanced down at Alice. Such triumph burned across her face.

“That’s right,” the redhead grinned, her airhead, bubbly joy vanished, her green eyes smoldering. “A bimbo doesn’t have to be an airhead with the right injection.”

“Please,” I gasped, heat spreading through my body from where Annalee injected me. “Please, I don’t need it. I’m already hot.” I cupped my firm, round breasts. “Look at these tits. They don’t need to be…” A giggle escaped my lips. The heat flushed through my body. I shook my head. “They don’t need to be enhanced. Stop it.”

“I can’t,” Alice said, rising with grace, her big tits bouncing.

I looked down at my breasts. They swelled in my hand. They grew bigger and bigger, the pillowy flesh spilling about my fingers. I shivered. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to be a bimbo. I was supposed to control it. To have my own harem and…

I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Alice asked as my tits were almost as big as hers. And they kept growing.

“Harem,” I said. “Haaaareeem. It’s such a funny word.”

I blinked, shaking my head. The heat spread through my thoughts. It was so smothering, like a muggy day in the south. But now that mugginess felt so yummy and soft and gooey and… I squeezed my big titties, shaking them. “Look at my big titties. They’re sooooo ginormous now.”

“They are,” Alice nodded. “And so pretty.”

I beamed at her. She was so nice. I was…supposed to be doing something. “You have to give me the bimbo serum now!”

“You just took it, silly,” Alice said. “Now you’re a bimbo. Isn’t that amazing?”

“Yes!” I giggled. I glanced at Annalee. “Look at my boobies. They’re as big as yours. We’re both bimbos. We’re both part of my harem.” I giggled again. “Such a funny word!”

“But don’t you know you’ve been poisoned,” Annalee said, her blue eyes so wide.

Fear shot through me. “Oh, no, poison is so very not good. Quick, you have to suck my wound. Get out the poison. Like a snakebite.” I turned my ass, wiggling it.

“I’m afraid that doesn’t work. You’re going to die unless you get the antidote.”

“Antidote?” Alice asked.

“Oh, no.” Then my eyes widened. Something rose out of my thoughts. “It’s my pussy juices. That’s the annidote for your poison.” I shoved my hands down between my thighs, rubbing them through my pussy.

Oh, that felt nice.

I coated them with my juices then brought them to my lips. I needed the annidote. I licked them, savoring my tart flavor. I shivered. I tasted so good and yummy and wonderful. I shoved my hands between my thighs, giggling in delight as I caressed my pussy. It was so hot and wet and itchy.

“That’s not the antidote,” Annalee said. “My pussy is. You have to lick it once a day, slut, or you’ll die.”

My eyes widened. “I don’t wanna die. Can I have your annidote?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to lick my pussy.”

I fell to my knees. “Pretty pretty please with gumdrops and sugar and spice on top. Let me lick your pussy. I’m so good at it. I’ll drink all your annidote and make cum. I like cumming. Don’t you?”

“I love it,” she moaned, leaning against the desk and spreading her legs.

Behind me, the elevator dinged. I didn’t care. I had to lick her pussy. I had to get my annidote. I crawled forward. She smelled so yummy so sweet. I buried my face between her thighs, licking so hard.

“That’s right, bitch, drink your antidote.”

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Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

Alice stood naked with three other women. She let out such a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the elevator with the DC cops and Senator Murphy. The cops froze, blinking in shock and then grinning. One of the naked women, a redhead, stood frozen in a doorway. The other, blonde with a bimbo’s body, sat on a desk while a third woman, black-haired, devoured her pussy.

“Such yummy delicious annidote,” the black-haired woman, clearly a bimbo, moaned.

“Frank!” Alice said, racing across the room to me, her big tits bouncing.

I held my arms out wide for her. She crashed into me, her arms going around her neck. She shivered and shook, tears falling down her face. And then she was kissing me. Not my lips, but anywhere she could reach.

“You’re safe,” I said as the DC cops didn’t seem quite to know what to do. They expected a hostage rescue, not a lesbian orgy.

The blonde woman only shuddered, her eyes closed. “Eat my pussy, you fucking cunt.”

“Annalee?” Senator Murphy asked, walking to the desk.

The blonde woman opened her eyes, hardening. “Magnolia’s a little busy to plot with you, dyke. She’s got her tongue up my cunt.”

“What’s going on?” I asked Alice as she squirmed in her arms.

“I was kidnapped,” Alice said.

“Yeah, I know, I spoke to the kidnapper. Is that…Magnolia…?”

“She’s a bimbo now,” Senator Murphy said. Then her gaze swept around the room. “Thank you, Captain. I think we have things under control here. And, of course, I would appreciate your discretion.”

“Yeah, sure, Senator,” the Captain, an older cop with a pot belly stretching his blue uniform, nodded. “What about the man we have in custody downstairs?”

“Leave him with my man,” Senator Murphy said. “I think this was all a misunderstanding. I’m sorry to waste your time.”

“Right,” the cop said, his voice perfectly level.

“Frank?” my wife asked, glancing at Senator Murphy.

“She was with me when you were kidnapped,” I explained. “She’s quite angry at Magnolia Savage for doing it.”

“That’s who kidnapped me.” Alice’s green eyes were wide, recognizing the name. The CEO of Femme Allure, a makeup company. Alice used their products before she became a bimbo.

“Apparently, Magnolia found out about the bimbo serum a few weeks back and contacted Senator Murphy to be her ally. Someone in our company leaked it.”

“We didn’t discuss kidnapping you,” Senator Murphy said, her words ice as she stared at Magnolia licking the other bimbo’s pussy. “Just blocking you from selling it and ensuring her company got the rights.”

I looked at Magnolia. “What happened here?”

Alice explained while the blonde, Annalee Burrell, came hard on Magnolia’s mouth, heaping derision on the new bimbo. But Magnolia was a bimbo now, and the woman was just eager to please Annalee, licking her cunt through all the derogatory names until she fell back on the desk with a huge, satiated smile on her lips.

“We have to talk,” Senator Murphy said, her eyes critical. “I thought Magnolia was the woman to entrust the bimbo serum to.”

“But now?”

“I knew she was a calculating bitch, but I had no idea…” Senator Murphy looked at Alice. “I am so very sorry. I had no idea the woman had any plans at all about this. I don’t even know why she did this.”

“She thought you were cutting her out,” the redhead, Melissa, said. She was dressed now. “When you invited Frank to your party.”

“That paranoid bitch,” Senator Murphy spat, shaking her head. She gave Magnolia, kneeling on the ground with a happy smile on her face, a hard look. “And now she’s a bimbo. Permanently?”

“As far as I know,” I said.

Alice nodded in agreement.

“And what about me?” Annalee asked. “Is this permanent? Being smart again?”

“It’ll wear off in six or so hours,” Alice answered. “That’s as long as I’ve been able to make it last.”

Annalee’s face fell. “So I’ll go back to being like her.”

“Unless you get more,” I said. “You’re on the Femme Allure’s board, right? Senator Murphy told me about you on the ride over.”

“Yes. I’m one of the founders. We were friends in college, but she grew cold. She was trying to bully me off the board because I didn’t rubber stamp her decisions like the rest of the scared cows did. Which is why she turned me into a bimbo to demonstrate the serum to the rest of the board.” The blonde shivered.

“Yes, that is…unfortunate,” Senator Murphy said, voice tight.

“So let’s have Magnolia make you the new CEO,” I grinned. “She’ll do anything if you tell her to.”

“It’s how we came to own BT Chemicals,” Alice said. “Veronica injected herself with the serum without making sure there were no side-effects. Then she was just so happy to be our wife and give us the company.”

Annalee gave us hard looks. “And what’s my price to get the intelligence serum? I don’t want to be a bimbo.”

“Oh, it’s a lot of fun with the right people,” Alice said. “But I think I know what my husband’s wanting to do. BT Chemicals will buy Femme Allure from you. Your company has all the distribution contacts that our company lacks with retailers. You can get the Venus Serum in every boutique and high-end store in America.”

“And Europe, parts of South America and Asia.” Annalee licked her lips. “So I stay on as CEO?”

“Of course,” I grinned.

Alice turned to Senator Murphy. “And I hope we can count on your support. I know how much you like bimbos. And soon, you can be open about being gay.”

“This will change the world,” the lesbian senator agreed. “Women would have to be willing. This can’t be abused. I won’t have someone made into a bimbo against her will.”

“Of course,” I nodded, smiling, seeing the lust in her blue eyes.

She nodded her head. Then she glanced at Magnolia. “And what do we do with her?”

“Oh, I’m keeping her,” Annalee said. “I can’t wait to watch her fuck every guy I tell her to. Huh, won’t that be great?”

“But I’m a lezzie,” said Magnolia with a huge smile. “I like pussy and tits and more pussy.”

“Are you sure? I’m a scientist, remember, and I can tell you with 100% certainty that you also like cocks. Big, thick, throbbing cocks.”

“I do?” she asked, her eyes wide.

Annalee looked at me, a naughty gleam in her blue eyes. “You do. So go over there and suck your first dick. I bet that will make Frank so happy. After all, he’s buying your company. And you want to make him happy, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. And your a sciemitist. And sciemitists are always right.”

Annalee laughed in delight as Magnolia crawled to me, licking her lips, eager to suck her first cock. Senator Murphy shook her head. “Enjoy, Frank. I have to talk to my driver and make sure Alice’s kidnapper understands how lucky he is.”

“Thanks, Senator.”

“Delilah,” she said. “After all, I’ve fucked two of your wives. I think that puts us on first name basis.”

I laughed as my zipper rasped down. Magnolia reached into my dress slacks and boxers, pulling my cock out of my boxers. I was still sticky with Donna’s juices. Magnolia took a long lick up my shaft, her brown eyes widening.

“Your dick taste like pussy!” she squealed and then sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could.

I groaned, swaying at the sudden shock of pleasure rippling through me. I clenched my fists as my dick throbbed. It was so intense. Alice snuggled against me, her naked body pressed into my side. Her lips nuzzled against my ear as Magnolia sucked so hard.

“Enjoy. She’s a real cunt.”

“So was Veronica, and look at how she turned out.”

Alice laughed and then kissed me on the lips. I tasted tart pussy and sour ass. I groaned, loving it while Magnolia gave me an inexperienced, though enthusiastic, blowjob. She sucked and moaned, stroking my cock with her hands while she bobbed her mouth on the end. Her tongue darted at random as I moaned into my wife’s lips.

Alice was safe and sound. It was over before I even came to her rescue. I shouldn’t have been worried. My bimbo wife was smarter than me. I held her tight as her kidnapper groaned about my cock, moaning her excitement at blowing her first one. Her passion buzzed around the tip, sending delight tingling through me.

I broke the kiss, “Damn, Magnolia, you must really love cocks. You’re so hungry for my cum.”

“Mmm, you are, slut,” moaned Alice. “Frank and I are also both scientist, so we know a cock-hungry bimbo-whore when we see one. And you are that. You just burn to fuck and suck every cock you can.”

Magnolia shuddered, sucking even harder. She squeezed her blue eyes shut, moaning with such enthusiasm about my cock. My balls churned as her hand massaged them. Her tongue swirled about the crown, driving me wild.

I gripped her dark hair, my hips thrusting forward, fucking my cock in and out of those red lips, her big breasts trembling below. I savored my domination over this bimbo. She had tried to take the bimbo serum from us and failed.

Just like Veronica had.

“You are going to love being a bimbo-whore,” I groaned. “You’re going to love your first taste of cum. I know you’re excited. I can tell.”

She only moaned louder, sucking so hard.

“Cum in her mouth, Frank,” My wife moaned into my ear. My other hand slid down to grab her ass, pulling her tight. She humped against me, smearing her wet cunt on my dress slacks. “Just flood the whore’s mouth.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my balls swelling with pressure, my cum aching to explode out of me.

“Do it,” Alice moaned, grinding on me. Her juices soaked through my slacks as she shuddered. “Cum in the bitch’s mouth.”
“Oh, yes,” Annalee moaned,
shivering on the desk, rubbing her own pussy. “Make that dyke drink all your cum.”

“Y-yeah,” Melissa said. “She’s so horrible.”

I looked down at Magnolia, her dark eyes shining up at me with such eager lust. The woman who kidnapped my wife was gone. Now there was a far better bimbo in her place. Someone who would only bring joy and happiness, and get such pleasure from it. My hand tightened in her dark hair. I groaned.

I flooded her mouth.

The cum pumped from my balls. My jizz spurted out of my cock into her hungry mouth. She swallowed it all, squeezing her eyes shut, savoring her first taste of a man’s cum. She gulped it down with such enthusiasm, sucking hard to get every last drop. I groaned, squeezing my wife’s naked ass as she ground on me harder and harder.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Alice hissed into my ear, her bimbo body cumming hard, more juices soaking into my slacks.

Magnolia sucked a final time, then she pulled her mouth from my cock. “Wow, that was so yummy. I don’t know why I thought I was a lezzie before. You were so right, Mr. Sciemitist.”

“Uh-huh,” I said as my wife shuddered against me, her ass clenching beneath my hands. “Now go back to your mistress. I’m sure she’ll find more cocks for you to enjoy.”

“Oh, I will,” Annalee moaned. “And you will hold your end of the bargain?”

“When we see you in the morning and buy your company, you’ll get another dose,” Alice said. “Let’s make sure everything is final first.”

Annalee smiled. “I understand. You don’t trust me.”

“Trust comes with time,” I shrugged as Alice put away my cock. “Now I need to get my wife back to our hotel room.”

“Yes,” Alice moaned. “And keep an eye out on her.”

“Oh, Melissa and I will have a long talk,” Annalee promised, glancing at the redhead.

Magnolia’s executive assistant paled and swallowed.

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Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

The bimbos swarmed me the moment I stepped into our hotel room. Frank had them sent there when he came to my rescue. They were all wet, fresh from the shower. After their gangbang at the party, I bet they were just filthy with cum and pussy juices. I was so sad to miss it and so glad to hear about all our new investors. With powerful Republicans and Democrats behind us in both the House and Senate, we would have no problems changing the world.

People were just so horny. Sex really did make everything happen.

“You’re back,” Janet said, hugging me.

“I was so scared,” Nicole said, her eyes wide. “Kidnapping is such a bad thingie.”

“Crime,” I suggested to the former cop.

“Yes, a crime-thingie. I know all about those,” she nodded. “I was a police office.”
“Officer,” Frank said.

“Such a funny word. Kidnapping. You’re not a kid, Alice,” Becca said, pressing on my right. “Your boobs are too ginormous to be a kid.”

“Uh-huh,” Veronica nodded, her eyes so serious.

“You missed Frank making me preggers,” Donna said, bouncing behind Janet and Nicole. “He was the only cock that fucked my pussy all night. He kept me full of his babies.”

“You might be pregnant,” Frank said. “But I’ll keep fucking you until you are.”

“Yippee.”

And then the bimbos were pulling me through the Presidential Suite of the Ritz-Carlton to one of the bedrooms. Their hands touched me, stroked me, like they wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurt or anything. And their touch felt wonderful. My body responded. The last of the stress of the night melted free.

I was back with my family. Frank and all our naughty bimbo wives.

They pushed me down on the bed, their bodies pressing against me, lips kissing and tongues licking. They were like a hungry pack of dogs. The sexiest, hottest dogs ever. Their hands caressed me as they licked and nuzzled my body.

Becca and Janet took my feet, sucking on my toes, sending such naughty delight rippling through my body. Donna and Veronica sucked on my fat, pink nipples. They were so sensitive. The pleasure rippled through my body, making me squirm and moan. Nicole slid between my thighs, a huge grin on her face, her brown hair framing her excitement.

She buried her into my wet pussy and licked.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped as they sucked and licked and nibbled on my body. “Oh, you wonderful bimbos. Oh, I missed you all.”

“We were soooo super-duper scared,” Becca said before she sucked on the big toe of my right foot.”

“Uh-huh,” Janet moaned before her tongue licked up my sole, making me tremble.

“You missed out on the bouquet!” moaned Veronica before she sucked on my nipple.

“Bouquet?” I asked in confusion.

“Bukakke,” Frank answered, watching us as he stripped naked. “She keeps calling it bouquet.”

“So much yummy cum. Just a bouquet of it,” Veronica moaned between hard sucks on my nipple.

“Oh, I know. I was looking forward to it,” I gasped, shuddering at the pleasure wreathing my body. I trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was soooo good feeling them lick and tongue me. They drove me wild.

Nicole’s tongue wiggled deep into my pussy, swirling through my folds. I shuddered, groaning, my body heaving. Donna’s lips sucked so hard on my nipple, staying attached as my breasts jiggled. Veronica’s popped off, but she found it again, nipping with her teeth, her blue eyes flashing with joy.

I groaned, my pussy clenching on Nicole’s delightful tongue, her cute nose nuzzling my clit. I shuddered, sparks shooting through my body, meeting the wonder tingling up my legs and racing from my nipples.

They were all so wonderful. So loving. I couldn’t wait for the world to experience the delight of bimbos. Some men would give their bimbos the intelligent serum, or those bimbos could arrange to receive regular treatments for a cost. But so many would just be these wonderful, caring, happy creatures that just wanted to cum and make you cum.

They just wanted to love and be loved.

It would make the world so much nicer. So much better.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, humping against Nicole’s face, my toes curling as Becca and Janet licked them.

Veronica nipped my nipple again, shooting more delight through me. My body responded. I trembled in pure delight, the pleasure building and building in me. I groaned, Becca sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as possible, her tongue batting the nub, driving me wild.

I shuddered again. It was all so much. I felt their love. I drank it in. And then I exploded. My orgasm burst through me. I writhed on the bed. It creaked and squeaked beneath me. I moaned and heaved, loving the bliss, drinking it in, letting it wash over me and bathe my mind with such bliss.

It was rapture.

I never wanted it to stop. I wanted it to keep going over and over, a never ending flood of ecstasy. It sounded wonderful. It had me heaving. I gasped and moaned, screaming out my orgasm for all the hotel to hear.

And then I saw Frank as I writhed, stroking his cock, watching me with such relief in his eyes. He must have been so scared. I heaved and bucked, surrounded by our bimbos. Another orgasm shuddered through me.

“Nicole,” I groaned. “You need to move, sweetie. Our husband wants to fuck me.”

“Yay!” Nicole said, the lithe brunette bimbo bouncing as she moved out of the way, her tits heaving. “She’s all wet and hot and yummy for you, honey.”

“Thanks,” Frank said, giving her a hot kiss.

Nicole shuddered, such joy bursting on her face. They all loved Frank so much. They were all so eager to please him. She grabbed his cock, pumping it while my husband savored the flavor of my pussy on her lips.

Then she broke away, ushering him forward.

The other bimbos pulled away, clapping and cheering, so excited for Frank to fuck me. Donna and Veronica pulled on his shoulders while Janet and Becca grabbed his cock, guiding it to my still spasming cunt, my orgasm dying.

And then Frank was in me and fanned my flames.

“Alice,” he groaned, my pussy spasming about his cock.

“Frank,” I groaned, beaming at him as he sank all the way into my pussy. A woman’s tongue was nice, but I needed a man’s cock in me. My husband’s.

He was almost as big as a Black man, but he also knew how to fuck me with it. His was my favorite cock.

I kissed him hard, tasting myself faintly on his lips. I shuddered at my spicy musk, my pussy clenching so hard on his dick as he drew back and slammed in. I moaned, humping into him, wrapping my thighs about his body. My nipples throbbed as my tits pillowed against his strong chest. His heavy balls smacked into my taint, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair and groin.

He fucked me as hard as he kissed me. There was such an urgency about his motions, a desperate desire to be in me, to give me pleasure, to feel my embrace. I shared it, bucking into his thrusts, moaning into his kiss as he kept me cumming and cumming. I clutched so hard to him. Rapture washed through my mind.

“Fuck her, honey,” Janet said.

“Fill her with so much yummy cum,” moaned Becca.

“Make her preggers, too,” Donna cheered.

“Preggers,” cheered Nicole.

“They are so very beautiful,” Veronica said. “Makes my pussy all hot and itch and…oh, Donna, yes pet my pussy!”

The bimbos moaned around us, touching, caressing, loving each other. They squealed in delight as I shuddered on my husband’s cock. The pleasure washed through my mind as I held him, his balls slamming into my taint. I spasmed about his dick, milking him.

And then it happened. That wonderful moment. His cock buried into me. His cum flooded into my hungry pussy. I shuddered beneath him, gasping, moaning. My nipples rasped across his muscular chest as I convulsed, my orgasm bursting even hotter.

Rapture flooded my body.

Cum flooded my pussy.

Our bimbos writhed about us.

I kissed my husband. So glad to be safe with him. I shuddered and then I was crying. I was kidnapped tonight. I was taken. I could have been hurt. I might never have seen Frank again. He wrapped his arms about me, holding me, loving me.

Making me feel safe.

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Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

“Honey,” Natasha beamed as the elevator doors to my secret penthouse beamed. She was naked, as usual. It was costing me a lot more in heating the place to make sure it was warm enough for my bimbo wife to run around naked. “Yay, you’re here. I’m soooo horny.”

“I bet,” I grinned. “I have a treat for you. This is Kimberley. She’s our secret lesbian wife, too.”

“Wow,” Natasha said as Kimberley, my new bimbo curtsy of one of Frank’s product testers, darted in. I had been with her during the testing, making sure she wanted to be a bimbo.

She absolutely did. She was so happy to be sexy and skinny and desirable.

Kimberley darted to Natasha, hugging her hard, the pair kissing like they were lovers who had known each other forever instead of a pair of bimbos who had just met. I grinned at them, the heat rising in my pussy.

“And you won’t have to be my secret wives for much longer,” I said, though neither were paying attention. “It’s just two months away. And then the world will change and I can show you off to them.”

The Bills were already in draft, passed along by the Senators and Congressmen who also had their own bimbos at home. Some were wives, some were secretaries, and all were volunteers, eager to be as beautiful as possible. Part of me was sad about how superficial women could be trading perfect beauty for intelligence, but another part of me grinned at the two bimbos kissing before me.

I wonder how many I could have?

And how much longer before I gave in and took the serum myself. I had guarantees from Frank and Alice that they would keep me supplied with intelligence serum. Alice had another breakthrough. It now lasted a little more than a day. Though she said she preferred the hour version. “I just have so much fun being an airhead. You have to try it once.”

Maybe I would. But until then, I had two horny women with two yummy pussies and tasty asses to lick.

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Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

My cock throbbed as my pregnant bimbo wife sucked my cock. Five months pregnant, her belly had a delicious swell to it. I sat on the couch in our living room, Alice on my right, Veronica on my left, Becca nibbling on Alice’s clit, Janet and Nicole cuddled naked on the chair, their big breasts pressed tight.

On screen was Annalee, in a gorgeous business suit skirt, standing before a bank of microphones, wrapping up her press conference. The crawl at the bottom of the news report read: “CEO Annalee Burrell of Femme Allure Venus Serum Press Conference.” The picture shrank as the two anchors at the news desk began their commentary.

“I think she explained that quite succinctly,” the female anchor said, a beauty pushing into her forties, her blonde hair falling around her face smooth cheeks. I could see the signs of plastic surgery keeping her looking young. “And it is just a fascinating product.”

“Even with the side-effects?” her male co-anchor said.

“Well, the FDA and both houses of Congress have held hearings and only a minority of them have objected, along with many feminist groups,” said the female anchor. “But polls show women are eager for this product. Already, department stores around the nation are unlocking their doors to the long lines waiting to get in. Women want the Venus Serum, side-effects and all.”

Alice shifted beside me, smiling at the lines of women crowding outside stores. It was like Black Friday. We were about to become billionaires. Trillionaires.

“Even noted feminist Senator Delilah Murphy is on-board,” the female reporter said. “And wasn’t that brave of her to come out as a lesbian today and stand proud with her four bimbo girlfriends.”

“It’s happening,” Alice moaned, her voice throaty. My cock throbbed. No more obstacles. The mole who betrayed us to Magnolia was found and fired, our new friends in Congress and the FDA had ensured there were no serious opposition, and Femme Allure had millions of doses of the serum shipped to stores.

It was happening. The world was changing before our very eyes.

“Up next,” the female anchor said, “I try out the Venus Serum myself. You’ll get to see it live on air.”

“Oh, that will be interesting,” Alice panted.

“Yeah,” I grunted and came into my pregnant bimbo’s mouth.

Donna gulped my cum down, her eyes sparkling with joy. Alice came a moment later. The news cut to commercial for the Venus Serum. Advertising had been hitting hard, showing women transforming on screen, including one of Senator Murphy’s new girlfriends.

The world would be far better populated by bimbos.

“They’re so beautiful,” Veronica giggled. “Just like me. Thank you, honey, for improvising me.”

“Yes!” Alice moaned, her orgasm peaking.

And then they both kissed me. The other bimbos squealed their love, moving in to swamp us in a loving pile of curvy, busty flesh.

The END

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Twins are soooo much fun.

These six weeks were going to take FOREVER. I knew that. I tried to keep myself busy, but there was too much Amy going through my mind. We e-mailed everyday and spoke at least every other day. Amy was exactly the kind of woman I liked. She is very open and straightforward, she doesn’t play mind games. What you see is what you get. If I wasn’t falling for her, it had to be something pretty damn close to that.

I stayed away from the Pussy Train for the six weeks. Robin went a few times, but we played more poker than usual; did pretty well, too. I won twice and finished 4th once and Robin finished in the money twice. We skated a few times, went out drinking a bit; anything to keep my mind off Amy.

Finally the six weeks were over. When the night came, I skipped poker altogether. I didn’t want to risk anything. I made sure to be at the crossing by the Millers’ farm on time. It was just me this week; no Robin. As usual the train pulled in at 10:00 and I boarded. I didn’t see Amy right away, but took care of the disrobing to be sure I stayed on the train. I walked around the car a bit and finally saw Amy. But there was more. Elly was here, too. When I walked up to them they looked at me with the cutest and most innocent look.

“Hi Will,” they said in unison.

I couldn’t tell them apart.

“Hi,” I replied rather nervously.

“Aren’t you going to give me a hug,” they chirped, again in unison.

I leaned forward and hugged Amy. Then I turned and hugged Amy. I was so confused. They were giggling.

“You have no idea if I’m Amy, do you?” the one on the left asked.

“Maybe it’s me.” the other giggled.

I had no idea what to do. I stood there feeling MOST awkward likely with a very goofy look on my face. They moved over to me, threw their arms around me and kissed either side of my neck. This eased my tension somewhat. Then the one on the right squeezed my nipple. I jumped back from them and pointed at the one on the right.

“You’re Amy! Only Amy would have known what that does to me!”

“Easy Tiger,” said the one on the right, “Maybe I told Elly about everything we did.”

“Or maybe I told her,” giggled the other.

After a short pause the one on the left spoke.

“Here’s the deal. We’ll give you 10 minutes to figure out who’s who. If you answer correctly when tested you earn a prize. If not, you’ll be punished.”

“What if I decline?” I asked.

“If you choose not to take the test, there’s no prize OR punishment.”

“Guess I have no choice. What can I do to decide who’s who?”

“You can do whatever you think will tell you.” said the one on the left.

“Okay. Deal. But first let’s make this fair. I need to be able to tell you apart in case you move or we get separated for whatever reason. Wait here.”

I went to the bar and spoke to the bartender. In short order I came back. I pointed at the one on the left.

“Come here, please.”

She sidled over and I lifted up the sharpie marker I had borrowed. I drew a ‘1’ on her right breast. Then I motioned for the other to come over and drew a ‘2’ on HER right breast. They giggled.

“First I will kiss each of you. Number 1 will start things off.”

She came over. I bent my head down and kissed her lightly on the lips. The kiss grew more passionate with our tongues becoming intertwined. As we kissed, I ran my hands around her back and ass. She let out the odd little moan. After about a minute I broke the kiss.

“Next?” I called with a chuckle.

Number 2 came to me and I did the same with her. I started off light and slow with my lips caressing hers. Just as I was going to slip my tongue inter her mouth, she put hers in mine. I KNEW this kiss. We were both moaning. My hands her roaming wherever they could reach. Hers were caressing the back of my head as you tongues made love. When the minute was up I pushed her back. After a second or two to catch my breath I spoke.

“Next, contestant one will come over and suck my cock while I sample contestant 2’s breasts.”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

1 got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my rigid dick while 2 stood before me offering her breasts to me. I started caressing and squeezing her breasts. I squeezed her nipples. She moaned. I squeezed harder and she moaned louder. Number one was doing a very good job with her tongue on my cock. I was enjoying this a lot. After a few minutes I tapped 1 on the head with my finger.

“Time to switch.”

2 took to her knees and put my shiny wet cock in her mouth while 1 gave me HER perfect boobs. I did the same to 1 and I had done to 2, but when it came to pinching and squeezing her nipples I got a different reaction. She winced a bit and pulled back slightly. This cinched it. After enjoying the activities for a few minutes I stepped back. As I pulled my cock from 2’s mouth it made an audible popping sound. She was sucking hard. They stood up and put an arm around each others’ shoulder.

“Time’s up, stud. Who’s who?” the said together.

I pointed at 1 and said, “You’re Elly.” Then I pointed at 2 and said, “And that makes YOU Amy.”

They giggled and nodded. Then they each took a hand and led me into the other cars. Just as before we went to the last car and settled on a bed.

“What gave it away?” asked Amy.

“I had it figured out as soon as you kissed me. I will never forget the way you kiss. Don’t get me wrong, Elly. I LOVED kissing you, but kissing Amy is a bit different. And then the boobs made me sure.”

“How?” asked Elly.

“When I pinched you nipples you didn’t seem to like it, but Amy LOVES that. Now there was something about a prize. I distinctly remember something about a prize if I answered correctly.”

“You’re right. You DO get a prize, but what? Maybe a nice kiss?” said Amy.

“No, he’s had that.” replied Elly.

“A blow job?”

“No. We sucked his dick already.”

“Maybe a hot fuck?”

“No. All he did was answer a question. It’s not like he solved world hunger or something.” They were having fun with this.

“I know!” chirped Amy.

She moved cover to Elly, put her hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer. Her lips made contact with her sisters’. They kissed deeply. I saw their tongues mingling with each other. Amy was the aggressor, but Elly wasn’t resisting at all. I was stunned. This had never even occurred to me. Sure I’d THOUGHT about it, but I NEVER thought there was a chance it might actually happen. After about 5 minutes the kiss ended and I sat there speechless, staring at them with my mouth open in awe.

They came back over to me and attached their lips to my neck. After a second Amy whispered in my ear.

“You can close your mouth now Will”

I moved back and tried my best to regain my composure. They were both sitting on they knees smiling at me.

“You never told my anything about this, Amy” I said.

“There’s a LOT we have yet to discuss, Will.”

Again I was stunned. Elly moved over pushed me onto my back and kissed me. Amy moved between my legs and took my twitching cock into her hot mouth. Amy’s head bobbed up and down as I kissed her sister. This was incredible. After a few minutes Amy pulled her mouth off my cock. I was a little disappointed, but when I felt the hotness of her pussy engulf my member I was once again delirious. Elly and I kissed a while longer as Amy bounced on my happy cock. When we were catching our breath I spoke up.

“Come here, Elly.” I said while motioning her over with my index finger. She moved in to kiss me and I stopped her.

“I want your pussy, Elly. Sit on my face.”

She beamed a huge smile and climbed over my head. As her pussy descended I noted that she was freshly shaved just like her sister. As she slowly lowered her pussy onto my awaiting tongue I captured the musky aroma of her womanhood. She smelled just like Amy. When she got close I stuck out my tongue and licked her outer lips. She moaned.

“Fuck this is so hot Will!” exclaimed Amy between grunts as she rode like I was a bronco.

Elly didn’t say anything, but let moans and groans escape her as my tongue and lips got to know her pussy. She began to gyrate her hips and grind her pussy into my face. As she did this Amy’s pussy began to convulse around my cock.

“Fuck, Will! I’m cumming! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuuuuck!!!”

Her pussy muscles were contracting like a wave and this pushed me over the edge.

“Fuck me, Amy! Oh fuck! Oh yes! Yeeeeeeessss!”

“Yes! Fill my cunt with you cum, Will!”

Now Elly started to scream and her gyrations stopped. She screamed more and then it happened. Her pussy let forth with a jet of sizzling, hot liquid that hit me square in the mouth, causing me to choke and cough. When she was done Elly rolled off me and fell into a heap sighing.

“Oh yeah. Elly squirts when she cums, Will so be ready for it.” Amy said with a chuckle.

After we all got our breath back we relaxed on the bed in a three-way kiss with all three tongues playing with each other.

“I’m going to have to write a letter to Penthouse Forum about THIS.” I said

We laughed and we kissed some more.

“Okay. We HAVE to talk.” I started. “How long have you guys been doing this? Do you do it a lot? I thought you said Elly was more reserved? Why…”

Amy interrupted.

“Down, boy. One at a time.”

“Okay. How long have you been doing stuff like this?”

“You mean us together or both of us with a guy?” Amy asked?

“The latter.”

“First time with a guy, but we’ve been doing stuff with each other all our lives. When we were little girls we’d play games and the loser had to kiss the winners’ pussy. Back then it was punishment, but we soon learned that it felt really good and things developed from there.”

I couldn’t speak. I was blown away. A minute or two went by and I turned to Elly.

“From what Amy told me about your first trip on the Pussy Train it sounded like it’s not your thing? Am I right?”

“For the most part yes, but after the last time Amy told me all about her encounter with you I had to meet you.”

“I told you last time, Will. It was the details that got her to come and when she heard about all the hot things we did six weeks ago – that was it.” Amy said.

“Someone pinch me. I HAVE to be dreaming.” I said.

Elly reached down and pinched the head of my cock.

“OW!!”

Elly and Amy laughed.

“This is very real Will,” said Amy. “We’re in town for a week. Let’s leave the questions for later and just enjoy each other.”

And with that we laid back on the bed and resumed our kissing, fondling and whatever else came to mind. After a few hours I looked at my watch and saw it was close to time for me to disembark.

“I have to go. Can we get together while you’re here?” I inquired.

“Of course. Let’s meet for coffee tomorrow. I’ll text you when and where in the morning.” answered Amy.

“See you then, girls.”

By this time we were back in the main car and I was almost dressed. The train stopped and I gave them each a deep kiss before I exited.

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Steve edits his classroom to teach his nubile schoolgirls naughty lessons.

Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Seven: The Naughty Classroom

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

James Davies

Myles Waller strolled up to me, tie loose, a big grin on his friendly face. “Hey, James, my man.”

“Hey,” I said, the other students of Rainier Christian College streaming around us, heading to the cafeteria or other parts of campus during the lunch break. “What’s up.”

“Wonder Woman,” Myles said, pausing before me, his voice low.

I sighed. Another guy wanting me to draw his dream girl.

“I would love to tie her up with the lasso of truth and just go to town on her,” Myles said, his grin going larger. “What do you say?” He pulled out a thick envelope. Waved it.

I wanted to say now. I was getting annoyed creating dream women. I spent all weekend drawing girls, but… Wonder Woman… Damn, that would be hot. My dick throbbed and twitched as I took the envelope from him.

“Sure,” I told him. “After classes, she’ll be ready.”

“Awesome.” Myles grabbed both my shoulders, shaking me. “My man, you are amazing. I don’t know how you and Seth are doing it. Just love it.”

I nodded my head. “Sure.” Why did I feel so awkward about this? I had these god-like powers, and I still felt like a dumb, young man. “You got it.”

Myles gave a final grin than sauntered off.

Orihime burst into giggles. “My man?” she said, her voice low. “Who talks like that?”

“I thought you didn’t want to draw any more dream girls,” Ruri said, my other girlfriend taking my hand.

“It’s Wonder Woman,” I said, shrugging.

At first, the idea of Dreamgirl Delight was amazing, but I was doing all this work. When I could make anything, nothing material really held value. I could be doing something better with my power. I could be… What? Beyond making hot girls, what else could I really do? There had to be something. I could create anything by drawing it.

Orihime took my other arm. I loved the softness of her large breast pressing against me through her blouse. “If you want to draw another hot girl, I say go for it. Make yourself happy.”

“He’s not happy drawing them,” Ruri said. “You should get back to drawing your comic. Our adventures are not complete.”

“Yeah,” I said. That was my dream to draw manga-style comics. I had a webcomic that wasn’t successful, but I didn’t mind. I was having fun drawing Ruri and Orihime adventure. “But I have you in real life. I don’t have to imagine you any longer.”

Orihime pressed herself closer to me. “You’re so sweet.”

Ruri squeezed my hand.

We kept walking. I had another class to go to. Did I even need college? My parents would freak out if I dropped out, but… What more did I need to learn? Then again, what would I do if I wasn’t here? I needed something important. Something amazing to do.

Ahead, Seth rounded the corner. My friend held a stack of papers. He saw me and grinned. He headed towards me, his blue eyes bright. He ran his free hand through his light-brown hair. He reached me and thrust the papers out before him.

“Look at this,” he said. “We got the orders surging in.”

I groaned. “I’m getting kinda tired of just drawing. That’s all I did.”

“But we’re making a lot of money,” Seth said.

I shrugged. My phone beeped. I released Ruri’s hand to pull it out of my pocket. I checked it and sighed. There was a text from Vin asking for a character called Mii to be drawn. I frowned at that and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

“I know we’re making money but…” I shook my head. “It just doesn’t seem to matter. I could just make us money.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Seth asked, frowning as he stared at me. “This is important. We have customers to satisfy.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s just… draining.”

Seth’s brow furrowed. “Okay. I get it and…” He grabbed his phone, frowning. “Hmm.”

“What?” I asked.

He put his phone back into his pocket. “Yurika was texting me about a customer. He wants to higher five girls for the entire day.”

Orihime giggled. “I hope he has plenty of electrolytes.”

I smiled. “Yeah. They’ll drain him dry.”

Seth nodded. “Well, here’s the list of girls. I hope you’ll do it.”

I glanced down at the names and… Seeing them sent a surge of excitement through me. I recognized most of them. They would be fun to draw. My eyes scrolled down them, Anime girls, some video game girls, and… “Who’s Ce’Nedra?”

“Some chick from a book or something,” Seth said. “Google will be your friend. So, you think about it.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding, a smile growing. I stared down at the list. There were definitely some fun girls to draw on here. I felt reinvigorated.

“Oh, I told your dad you joined the chess club,” Seth added. “In case he talks to you, we have our story straight.”

Seth strolled off. I stared at the names. Katara, Winry, Kei Kishimoto… Damn, Kei had those huge tits. She would be great to draw. “Hey, Orihime, I’m going to be in the art class. Could you get me lunch? I have some drawing to do.”

Orihime bit her lip. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “Man, there are some hotties on here. This will be great.”

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Steve Davies

My wife stepped into the classroom as my last students filed out. The moment she did, she pulled off the pink scrub tops she was wearing, her large breasts coming into view in a lacy, purple bra. Her auburn hair swept around her shoulders as she folded her top and set it on a desk.

“Thought I’d join you for lunch,” she said, a big smile on her lips. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

“Feel anything different about this class?” I asked as her large breasts came into view.

“Different?” she asked, dropping her bra on her top. “No. Why?” She looked around, her breasts swaying. Then she bent down to take off her flats, her feet clad in a cute pair of ankle socks. “No, it looks the same.”

“Really?” I asked, struggling not to grin as she pushed down her scrub bottoms, her lacy panties coming into view. Her breasts dangled before her as she stepped out of her pants. “Nothing.”

“No,” she said. She flicked her eyes around again. “What did you do?” Her fingers hooked her panties’ waistband and then peeled those off her hips, her auburn bush coming into sight. “Is the room… bigger?”

“No, it’s the same size.”

She folded her panties and set them on her clothing before she bent her left leg so she could grab her sock and peel it off. She shifted, removing the other, her head sweeping around. She put her hands on her hips.

“What, Steve?”

“You haven’t noticed what you did?” I asked her. “The moment you walked in.”

“No,” she said. “I just stripped naked like I should when I enter here. What’s so strange about that.”

“Do you normally strip naked when you walk into any other room?”

Her forehead furrowed. Then her eyes widened. “Oh, you pervy teacher. Are all your naughty, nubile students stripping off their clothes while you’re teaching them? She sauntered to me, this wicked gleam flashing in her green eyes. “All those firm, young breasts staring at you.”

I winked at her.

Just as she reached me, the door flew open. My wife glanced over her shoulder, not trying to hide her body. It was our youngest daughter, Sam. The tomboy flew in, her short, fiery hair swaying about her face. Her hands peeled off her gray sweater vest. Beneath, her tie swayed over her white blouse.

“I saw Mom coming here,” Sam said, her fingers undoing her blouse with haste, her eyes bright. “Are we fucking?”

“I guess so,” my wife said, smiling. “So… just getting naked, Sam?”

“D’oh, Mom,” Sam said. “You get naked in Dad’s classroom. It’s no biggie. Look at you. You’re naked.”

My wife giggled as Sam’s small breasts came into view. They were firm and perky. She hadn’t worn a bra today, her nipples pink and hard. Her skirt swayed about her thighs. She unzipped it, letting it drop down her feet.

She wasn’t wearing panties, either, naughty girl.

Sam clapped her hands together, her small breasts quivering. “Okay, let’s get—”

Becky burst into the room and shouted, “Daddy, I want to give you that titty fuck right now!”

I blinked at the force of my eldest daughter’s words, her hands already unzipping her skirt. It dropped down her thighs as she stared at me with this strange, eager need. She quivered as she ripped off her sweater vest, her large tits jiggling.

“Please, Daddy,” Becky moaned, her hands squeezing her breasts through her bra.

“Sure,” I said, my cock swelling hard.

“Good,” she said, relief sweeping over her face.

I frowned at that as Sam shot over to me and grabbed my cock. “I’ll get him hard for you.”

“Kumquat!” I groaned as my youngest fell to her knees and engulfed my dick. She sucked hard, her head bobbing up and down my cock. Pleasure rippled from me. My balls tightened. I gripped her short hair as she sucked.

Becky loosened her tie and took it off then attacked the buttons. My wife sat down on a desk. Her hands fondled her own big breasts, licking her lips as our eldest daughter stripped naked. Becky’s soft-green bra, matching her panties, came into view. She slipped off her blouse and then unhooked her bra. Her tits were almost as big as my wife’s.

Sam sucked hard on my dick. Her mouth hollowed as she worked, my dick throbbing in her. Becky shoved down her panties next. She stepped out of it and dropped her panties on the ground. Then she hurried over to me, grabbing her tits.

“Okay, kumquat,” I said. “Your sister wants to give me a titty fuck.”

Sam sighed and popped her mouth off. “Right, right.” She stood up. “Go get him, tiger.” Sam smacked Becky’s naked rump. “I primed him for you.”

Becky blinked then nodded her head.

“Mommy’s got something you can suck on,” purred my wife, hefting her tits.

Sam grinned and then darted to Linda. Sam had a lithe body. Her legs were toned, her form sleek. She buried her face between her mother’s tits, Linda hugging our daughter to those lush boobs.

Then Becky was before me. Her eyes were wild with passion. She had changed so much since I’d edited her. She was so bold now. Open. She was doing such naughty things, coming out of her shell. It was wonderful.

She pushed me back until I hit my chair. I sat my naked ass down on it. I’d grown used to that feeling since I’d all day nude and enjoying the girls of my classes. It was incredible what I did here. This classroom would be mine. I had to make sure the school administration didn’t try to transfer me to another room.

My daughter knelt before me and wrapped her breasts around my cock. They were soft and sleek. She stared up at me with such an eager look on her face. She smiled as she squeezed her tits about my hard dick.

“What?” I asked her.

“Just… This feels nice,” she said. She rubbed her breasts up and down my cock, massaging me. “I just had to make sure.”

“That my cock would still feel nice between your breasts?” I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just being silly,” she said. “You know, that hormonal girl thing or something.”

“Right,” I said. I remember those days. Everything felt so life and death sometimes. I groaned as she slid her breasts up and down my cock, massaging me. Her nipples caressed my stomach. My dick throbbed between her. “Well, whenever you need to give me a titty fuck…”

“Your father will always be eager to do it,” my wife said.

Sam giggled.

Becky smiled up at me.

I shuddered as she worked her tits up and down my cock. My hands clenched the armrest of my chair. It creaked as I shifted, the slick material of the fake leather sticking to my skin. Pleasure spilled down my shaft to my balls, my precum spilling over those lush breasts.

She grinned at me as she worked her tits up and down. Her eyes were bright. It was great to see her relax. To know I was helping my daughter out by letting her do this to me. Her nipples caressed my stomach. She stroked me faster.

“So, anything nice happen?” I asked her casually. “With a professor?”

She grinned at me. “Well, Tonya and I are having a private meeting with Ms. Esmeralda. Some extra credit studying.”

“Great,” I said, glad my editing already had taken effect. I was giving my daughter a little help in her eager desire to seduce her professors. “Have fun.”

“Oh, we will,” Becky moaned, her delicious tits rubbing up and down my cock.

Incestuous bliss shot through me. I groaned at the wicked delight. This heat swept through me, aching my balls. My toes curled. I gripped the hands as the pleasure surged through me. She squeezed into her tits, pressing them tight around my hard cock.

My wife moaned. Sam had found something new to suck on: Linda’s pussy. Our youngest was bent over, her cute tush pointed at me, her shaved pussy gleaming tight between her thighs. She wiggled back and forth, caressing her rump. It was just a delicious treat. Juices trickled down her thighs.

Becky worked her breasts faster. Her hard nipples rubbed into my belly. I glanced back down at her. Her green eyes gleamed at me. Her auburn braid swayed down her back as her head moved. She gave me a big smile.

Then she darted her head down and sucked on the tip of my cock as it emerged from between her breasts.

I groaned, gripping the chair. This heat swelled through my balls, the pressure growing. They twitched and throbbed. The pressure built and built in me. I ground my teeth together. Sweat broke across my brow as she sucked on my dick every time the crown popped out of the valley of her breasts.

Her tongue fluttered around my cock’s crown, stroking me before her breasts engulfed me in that soft, silky heaven. It was two different treats, one following the other. My fingers dug into the chair. My heart pounded in my chest. This heat swelled through me. I groaned through my teeth. My eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck!” I growled.

“Mmm, you like that, Daddy?” Becky purred.

“Of course, angel.” My eyes squeezed shut as she sucked again. Her cheeks hollowed.

The pressure surged through me. Her lips sealed around my dick’s tip. She nursed with hunger between strokes. She massaged me. Precum spilled out of my cock for her to suck up. My fingers dug into the armrest. Her tits slid up my shaft, engulfing me in her soft flesh again.

I growled as I erupted.

My cum burst from my cock and up between her breasts. They were still squeezed about my dick. My jizz boiled up between her breasts, spilling over her tits. She slid them down, the next blast splashing across her face. My daughter cooed in delight. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She opened her mouth, catching the next eruption.

I groaned, cum dripping from my daughter’s lips as the pleasure slammed into my mind. My blood boiled. Stars danced across my vision. My teeth ground together. It was incredible. This amazing pleasure surged through me.

“Shit,” I groaned as my orgasm peaked.

“Mmm, you’re welcome, Daddy,” Becky said, smiling up at me, my milky jizz dripping across her youthful features.

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Becky Davies

I felt better as Sam licked Daddy’s cum off my tits. Whatever that strange tingle I felt when Seth helped me pick up my spilled belongings was just a fluke. A normal attraction you felt for someone else. I was scared I wouldn’t find Daddy attractive.

It was so stupid. I loved Daddy. He was the only man for me.

I shuddered as Sam’s tongue flicked up to my nipple. She sucked on it, her mouth hot. My sister sent incestuous delight through my body. I groaned as the pleasure shot through me. My fingers clenched against the chair. My body trembled. I whimpered as she sucked.

I smiled, stroking her short hair, feeling so naughty while Mom gasped in the background, enjoying Daddy’s cock. My nipple throbbed, shooting delight down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter as I watched Daddy’s ass flex as he plowed her hard.

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Steve Davies

Becky had a bounce to her step when she left the classroom with the rest of my family, dressed and happy. Whatever was troubling her, giving me a titty fuck had cleared it up. I shook my head, remembering how intense everything was when I was her age.

Everything was life or death when, in fact, they were trivial matters compared to real issues.

Becky waved at me, the last of my family to leave. I smiled, feeling great. I sank down on my chair. Soon, the first of my students would be walking in, none noticing that I was naked. It was such a wicked thrill. My cock twitched and throbbed, thinking about the girls in my next class.

Tessa Powers, the star of the girl’s basketball team. Tall and athletic with gorgeous legs and a doll’s face.

Róis Ó Scolaidhe, the Irish girl with the fiery hair and that lilting, musical accent. I definitely liked redheads, and she had plump lips and tits that had to be as big as Becky’s.

Dotty Holmwood, another redhead with a darker hue like my wife. She had these bright, blue eyes and a hungry smile.

Kizzy Landon was a sexy, Black girl. She had this light-chocolate skin, her hair long and dark, gathered in many small braids.

Brenda Murphy was another redhead in this class. She had lovely breasts, nice and plump. This class was blessed with girls with fiery hair.

I smiled, my dick growing harder and harder. I opened my phone, getting on the editing app. I hit VIEWING and went back to searching for people modified by the other user. There had to be someone who knew me. Who had figured out that I was editing people?

Was it someone at my church?

Anael hummed on a desk as I worked. I ate while I did, enjoying a sandwich my wife brought me from home. I wolfed it down with one hand, the other scrolling through people from my church. I didn’t see any evidence of tampering.

Who was this other person?

“Here they come,” Anael said right before the door opened.

The first student who entered was Vin, a guy who dressed like a punk-rocker outside of classes, his hair dyed a hue of black so dark it was clearly artificial. He had a wallet chain rattling as he walked, spiked bracelets on his wrists. He looked like trouble, but he was one of my best students. He had a poet’s soul.

“Mr. Davies,” he said, not realizing I was naked.

I nodded back.

Then Brenda entered. The redhead grabbed her sweater vest’s hem the moment she dropped of her book bag. Vin sat two seats away and didn’t even bat an eye as the busty girl stripped off her clothing. She was smiling, her freckled cheeks dimpled. She looked so cute.

“Hi, Mr. Davies,” she said as she worked off her buttons. “Isn’t it a great day? The Lord has blessed us.”

“Yes, he has,” I said, watching as she slipped off her blouse, her large breasts constrained in a virgin-white bra. She unclasped it and shrugged the straps off her shoulders. She bared her breasts without any hint of self-modesty, her nipples soft and dark-red her areolas large. “You’re definitely blessed. Look at those breasts.”

“Oh, I guess,” she said. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Her nipples hardened. “I guess they are. Do you like them, Mr. Davies.”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Like my wife’s.”

She blushed, her dimpled cheeks growing scarlet.

She released her breasts. They jiggled as she unzipped her skirt. My dick was rock hard. Anael smirked nearby. I closed the app, the angel fading away, though she would still be watching. Brenda dropped her skirt, her panties schoolgirl white, plain and yet enticing.

She pushed those down, revealing her red bush. More students were entering, the girls stripping, but I just couldn’t look away from the sight of Brenda. Redheads were truly my weakness. I bet if I looked into my past, I could find out why I had a thing for them. They were just so exciting. My dick twitched and throbbed, my balls aching.

Brenda folded up her panties and set them down with the rest of her clothing on her desk.

“Brenda,” I said, knowing my students would be taught by aura pervading the room, learning the lesson I would be teaching if I wasn’t having my fun. “Want to come sit on my lap?”

She shuddered, her flush spreading down her neck, the tips of her ears becoming as bright as her hair. “You want to… to take my virginity.”

“Don’t you want to let me?” I asked her, my dick twitching, throbbing.

She nodded her head, her body shaking. She licked her lips. “Very much, Mr. Davies.”

The twenty-year-old girl padded to me, her bare feet slapping on the floor. She passed Kizzy freeing her round breasts, the Black girl’s left nipple pierced by a silver arrow with a heart at the tip, the metal standing out against her dark skin. Kizzy just smiled at Brenda, not saying anything.

Brenda rounded my desk, her breasts swaying. They were pillowy and soft. She reached me and paused. She rubbed her arm, her hips wiggling back and forth. Her large tits had such a delicious jiggle to them, but I frowned at the look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s just… I don’t really know how to do this,” she said. She bit her lip. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Okay,” I said, grabbing her hand. I pulled her towards me, my other hand holding my dick. “Just come sit down on me. I’ll make sure it slides in.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Davies. You’re such a handsome man. Is it wrong that I’ve masturbated to you?”

“Of course not,” I said, smiling as my thumb rubbed against the back of her hand. I pulled her down onto my lap.

She gasped, her breasts bouncing before my face, her legs sliding around mine. The chair creaked as she shifted. I grabbed her ass with one hand, pulling her towards me. She shuddered as it brought her pussy into contact with my dick, her fiery bush caressing the tip of my cock. She whimpered, biting her lower lip.

I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy, her juices spilling down my cock. She was wet and ready, eager for this. Her green eyes burned bright as her hands grabbed my shoulders. A smile played on her lips.

“Mr. Davies,” she moaned. “I’m really going to lose my virginity to you.”

“Just sit down,” I told her. “Go as slow or as fast as you want. It might hurt at first, but it will be amazing.”

“Okay,” she said. She drew in a deep breath, her large breasts swaying before me.

I pressed my face between her tits. I breathed in the scent of her. This sexy, twenty-year-old beauty whimpered as I rubbed back and forth between her tits. Her fingers squeezed into my shoulders while the other students went to work, turning their textbooks to the right page as they learned without me.

My hands clenched on Brenda’s rump as she whimpered. She shuddered, wiggling her hips. She pressed her weight down on my cock. Her pussy lips parted around the tip. I felt her hymen, that stretchy barrier. She shifted her hips, her juices hot, the room’s aura turning her on so much she was eager for this.

Her hymen stretched. She let out a cute whimper then gasped.

Her cherry popped.

That hot, tight, virginal pussy wrapped around my cock. My college student moaned as I opened up her twat. She groaned, low and throaty. Her fingernails bit into my shoulders. She gripped me, hugged me tight. She shook back and forth, her body shaking from side to side. Her hips stirred her snatch around my cock. She teased me. Loved me.

It was an incredible treat.

“Mr. Davies!” she moaned, squeezing her deflowered pussy around my cock. “Oh, wow, Mr. Davies. It did hurt, but just for a moment. And it wasn’t that bad. Like a pinch and… and… Wow, you’re so deep in me.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned into the pillowy softness of her breasts. “I’m glad you love it.”

“I do,” she groaned. Her pussy clenched around me. She raised her hips, her tight sheath sliding up my cock. “Ooh, that’s nice. That’s really, really nice.”

I smiled, glad she loved it.

Her hips danced from side to side. Then she slammed herself down my cock. That wonderful grip held me. I groaned, loving it. This wonderful delight surged through me. She slid back up me, gasping, moaning, her big breasts rubbing into the side of my face.

I gripped her ass. I squeezed and kneaded her as she rode me. Her passion rippled around me. Her delicious pussy massaged me. I growled into her tits. This pleasure swelled through me. Her rump flexed beneath my hands as she gasped out her enjoyment.

“Oh, Mr. Davies!” she groaned. “Oh, yes, yes! This is incredible. Your cock… Your cock is in me! I’m riding you! We’re having sex! Oh, Lord, this is wonderful!”

I sucked on the inner flesh of her boobs, reveling in her deflowered pussy sliding up and down my cock. I kissed up her breast to find her fat, dark-red nipple. I engulfed her nub. Her pussy clamped down on my dick. She massaged me as she worked her snatch faster and faster. She massaged me. She pleased me.

This was incredible.

My balls grew hotter and hotter, enjoying her virgin, coed flesh sliding up and down my cock. My chair creaked as she rode me. I loved her moans and gasps as her face flashed with pleasure. Her arms slid around my neck, holding me.

“Mr. Davies!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes. This is amazing. Your cock… Shit, your cock is huge. You’re filling my pussy. You’re making me feel so naughty. Oh, yes, yes!”

I sucked hard on her nipple, growling in response.

My balls swelled with the pressure. Her juices ran down my shaft, bathing them. Her sweet pussy juices filled my nose. This wonderful musk, this delicious ambrosia, was such a delight to enjoy. I groaned, my heart hammering with the passion she stirred in me.

She worked that tight snatch up and down my cock. Her pussy gripped me. The silky friction massaged the tip of my cock. I growled around her nub. I shuddered. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. This heat burned across the tip of my dick.

I sucked hard on her nipple. I nibbled on it. Played with it. She gasped and groaned. Her arms tightened around my neck. Her moans echoed through the classroom, rising over the pages turning, the students learning.

“Yes, yes, Mr. Davies!” Brenda gasped over and over, her deflowered snatch massaging my cock. “Something’s building. That delicious feeling I get when I touch myself. It’s so strong. I’m going to really cum! I’m going to explode on your dick!”

I popped my nipple off her nub and growled, “Yes! Don’t hold back. Not in here. In my classroom, you can enjoy yourself without feeling guilty.”

“I can!” she moaned and slammed her pussy down my cock.

Her juicy cunt writhed around my cock. I groaned as the silky massage. She gasped and moaned, her breasts rubbing in my face as she hugged me tight. She held me to her boobs as her moans echoed through the classroom.

Her pussy’s spasms caressed my dick. Every inch of me was buried in her, experiencing the power of her climax. Her juices bathed my balls, soaking them with her sweet passion. The schoolgirl whimpered and moaned.

“Mr. Davies!” she gasped. “Oh, Lord and the saints above, Mr. Davies!”

I didn’t fight it.

“Brenda!” I growled, my fingers digging into her plump rump.

My cum boiled out of my balls. Hot jizz fired out of my dick. It flooded her cunt. This pleasure rushed through me with each eruption. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision. That wonderful, addictive rush of ecstasy slammed into my mind.

“Fuck, yes!” I snarled, her schoolgirl cunt milking my balls dry. Her pussy worked around my erupting cock. “Brenda, take it!”

“You’re cumming in me!” she moaned, pressing against me. “Oh, Mr. Davies, yes!”

I grunted and groaned, holding her to me. She panted and shuddered as we came down from our orgasmic highs. My body trembled from it. My dick twitched hard in her juicy pussy. She whimpered, her face pressing into my neck, her boobs rubbing on my face.

“Mr. Davies,” she moaned.

“Yeah?” I panted.

“You’re still hard.” She shifted her pussy. “Do you want me to keep riding you?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

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

Linda Davies

“Preliminary results are in for the emergency election of Rainier’s new mayor, and Steve Davies is taking a lead. Enough results are in for the election board to call it in his favor with only fifty-two percent of ballots counted,” I read from the afternoon Rainier Times paper, clutching it in my hands.

Steve shifted as he backed his car out of the parking spot, the school day over.

“So, Mr. Mayor,” I purred, my pussy on fire, “just what are you going to do when you take power?”

“I have no idea,” he said. “I don’t know why I’m in this position. What does this other…?”

“Editor?” I suggested.

“What does this other editor wants. Why me? What do they gain? I’ve gone through all my students. It’s none of the guys. Not Matthew, Brian, Myles, Liddell, Vin, Stefan, Rick, Mitch, Carson, Brent, Kyle, Mark, Tony. There are still hundreds of students for me to check, but I went through every guy I taught. Every girl. None of the hot ones are being influenced. None of the professors. I didn’t see anything at church.”

“Someone in the neighborhood?” I suggested. “Maybe Mr. Clancy. He likes you.”

My husband snorted. “He just likes yammering to anyone polite enough to listen.” The old man could talk your ear off, calling at you from his front porch where he often relaxed. “I doubt it’s him.”

“Well, you have this opportunity, so make the best of it.” I smiled at me. “Be the best-darned mayor ever.”

He grinned back at me and grabbed my thigh through my scrub, sending a naughty tingle up to my pussy.

“So what are our kids up to?” I asked, my voice breathy and husky.

“James has chess club,” he said. “And Becky has a study session with her professor.”

“Mmm, I know she’s going to absorb so much intimate knowledge.” My daughter was turning into me. I was so proud of her for seducing her first professor, even if my husband provided a bit of help with his app.

“Sam’s hanging out with her friends.” Steve gave my thigh another squeeze. “Just me and you.”

“Want me to call up Evaline?” I shivered, my pussy clenching. “She’s dying for another taste of my pussy. You could slide in and fuck her cunt now that you fixed her little crush problem.”

My husband gave me such a hungry grin. I shuddered, so glad we would have fun.

I had to start thinking of ways Steve could improve things. Helpful suggestions for Rainier.

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Becky Davies

I squirmed on my professor’s bed, Ms. Esmeralda’s dark hands sliding up my right thigh. Our lesson was off to a fast start. She didn’t waste any time getting Tonya and me upstairs and naked. Not that I was complaining. Ms. Esmeralda’s dark hands stroked my thighs, her eyes bright as she leaned her head in.

“Ooh, yes, that’s it,” I moaned. “Don’t be afraid. My pussy won’t bite.”

“I’ve never done this before,” my professor whimpered.

“It’s okay,” I told her, flicking my eyes up her body then my gaze darted over to Tonya kneeling behind the professor. My blonde friend was trembling, too, her blue eyes glossy. Her pale hands grabbed our professor’s rump. “Just do what Tonya does. She’ll teach you and you can practice on me.”

“I’m supposed to be teaching you,” Ms. Esmeralda moaned as her head lowered closer and closer to my pussy.

“You’re never too old to be a student,” purred, seizing the professor’s dyed-red hair. My friend’s head vanished behind the professor’s rump.

Ms. Esmeralda gasped, Tonya up to something naughty, while I guided her head to my pussy. My sexy, Black professor pressed her face into my snatch. Her tongue flicked through my pussy, caressing me. I shuddered at the fluttering touch, my toes curling. She had her motherly face pressed into my pussy.

She should be a mother. I whimpered as Ms. Esmeralda took her second lick of my pussy. Her second taste of cunt. I shivered. This was the thrill my mother got every time she seduced a straight woman into bisexual delights.

I was becoming Mom. I loved it.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” I moaned. “Just copy Tonya. She’s loving your pussy, isn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” moaned the professor. She took another lick of my juicy snatch.

“She tastes so good, Becky,” moaned Tonya, the crown of her head peeking over the top of the professor’s rump. Ms. Esmeralda knelt between my thighs, her curvy ass thrust up into the air.

Ms. Esmeralda moaned, her tongue fluttering through my folds. I knew my friend was teasing the motherly professor. I shuddered, Daddy’s advice playing in my mind as the sexy professor feasted on me. Her tongue probed into my snatch, caressing my inner walls and sending pleasure flooding through me.

I groaned, my fingers tightening in her red hair. It wasn’t a bright red, but a muted color, verging on brown. It was such a contrast to her darker skin. Her eyes peered up at me over my auburn bush. Her tongue fluttered around inside of me.

“Oh, yes, Mommy,” I moaned.

Ms. Esmeralda froze for a moment.

“No, no, don’t stop licking me, Mommy!” I groaned. “Get that tongue back in me.”

Ms. Esmeralda thrust her tongue into my pussy. She swirled it around in me. This wicked heat shot through me. My fingers clenched and unclenched in her hair. Her tongue caressed me, teased me. Pleasure fluttered through my body.

She moaned into my snatch. Tonya’s head moved, her pale fingers clenching into our professor’s dark rump. Ms. Esmeralda’s passion swelled and swelled. She licked through my snatch with hunger. She teased me. My toes curled. My heart thundered in my chest.

“Ooh, yes, yes, just like that,” I moaned. My head tossed back and forth. “Oh, Mommy, yes, yes, lick my pussy. Ooh, you’re such a sexy mommy. Get that tongue in me. Lick me up.”

“Yes,” Ms. Esmeralda moaned. Her tongue flicked up to my clit.

“Oh, Mommy, suck my little clitty!” I moaned, sounding even more girlish than usual. I couldn’t help myself. My big boobs jiggled as I squirmed on the bed.

Ms. Esmeralda latched onto my clit.

I gasped and bucked as she sucked. “Thank you, Mommy! I’m going to cum so hard!”

Ms. Esmeralda moaned around my clit. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she loved my bud. I squirmed on the bed, humping against her. This pleasure tingled through my pussy then surged through me. Such a wonderful delight.

My orgasm built so fast as I humped against my sexy professor’s mouth. She kept her lips latched onto my clit while her fingers slid up my thigh. I heard wet plunging, the sound of fingers diving into a juicy cunt, and new Tonya was teaching Ms. Esmeralda a new technique.

One the professor was eager to apply on me.

“Mommy, yes!” I squealed in my breathy, girlish voice. Two digits plunged into my cunt. My flesh clamped down on them. “Ooh, that’s good, Mommy. Finger your daughter’s pussy and suck on her clit.”

Tonya’s head popped up, her eyes wide. I winked at her. The I moaned at the professor, “Keep licking me and fingering me, Mommy!”

Tonya returned to licking our professor’s snatch while Ms. Esmeralda’s plunged her fingers fast in and out of my cunt. My flesh clenched down on her digits, welcoming them into my depths. It was an incredible treat.

I gripped the bedspread, gasping, moaning. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Her fingers churned me up while her tongue fluttered around my folds. The bed creaked as I shuddered. Our afternoon study lesson was going amazing.

I savored it. My pussy clenched as I humped against her. The bed creaked as she whimpered. Tonya’s head moved as she feasted, bobbing above the dark swell of our professor’s rump. This was so hot. I was so glad Tonya was here.

I needed to introduce her to my daddy. To her mother. Tonya and I needed to do so many naughty things together. I humped against my professor’s mouth. My orgasm swelled. I grabbed my soft tits, squeezing them.

“Mommy!” I gasped. “You’re going to make your daughter cum! Ooh, I know this is wrong, but it’s incredible! Yes, yes, Mommy!”

My naughty roleplay swelled my orgasm almost as fast as the tongue drumming against my clit. Sparks flared in my pussy, my cunt squeezing around those churning fingers. I trembled, squirming, gasping.

Such wonderful rapture built and built in me.

This was an incredible delight. My breasts heaved. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. This was an amazing passion. My pussy squeezed about her fingers. The friction transformed into rapture.

“Mommy, yes!” I gasped. “You’re going to make your daughter cum! Such a naughty mommy and… and… Yes, yes, yes!”

I howled out as my orgasm surged through me. I bathed Ms. Esmeralda’s face with my cum. Her fingers plunged into my convulsing snatch. Juices gushed out of me. She licked them up. I thrashed on the bed, stars bursting before my eyes.

“So good, Mommy!” I whimpered, the waves of bliss washing out of my pussy. “You’re amazing, Mommy!”

Ms. Esmeralda groaned into my snatch. While I rode my pleasure to the heights of ecstasy, she squealed in delight. She whimpered and groaned, her hips wiggling and shuddered. I knew she was cumming on Tonya’s fingers and tongue. The sexy professor moaned into my pussy, adding to the delight.

“Yes, yes, you’re other daughter made you cum, Mommy!” I moaned.

Tonya’s head popped up, her blue eyes wild. She mouthed “Mommy” with lips dripping with pussy juices. I shuddered as my orgasm peaked, winking at her and then shuddering in delight. My orgasm slowed while Ms. Esmeralda lapped at my snatch.

“Oh, my,” the professor panted, raising her head after a minute. We were all coming down from our delights. “I’m thirsty. You girls thirsty? I have some Gatorade. Whew, that was… I mean…”

It was clear she needed a minute after having sex with her students. “Of course. I need something. Then it’s back to studying, Mommy.”

The motherly professor shuddered, my pussy cream dripping down her dark chin. She crawled off the bed and left, her rump swaying. Tonya scampered up the bed and pressed her slender body against mine, the scent of Ms. Esmeralda’s spicy pussy wreathing the air.

“Mommy?” she asked. “What was that?”

“Wasn’t it hot?” I asked her. I seized her platinum-blonde hair and pulled her down to my nipple. “Mmm, it was so hot pretending that was my mother. Haven’t you ever imagined doing things with your mom?” I know I had imagined Tonya doing things with her mother. Mrs. Alberts was delicious.

“No,” my friend said. “That’s wrong.”

“It’s just a fantasy,” I told her, guiding her lips to my nipple. “Now, why don’t you suckle on Mommy’s nipple. Mmm, you know you want to, baby girl.”

My friend shuddered, her eyes widening. Then she groaned and suckled at my tit, my pussy clenching. I stroked her hair and smiled. Daddy was right. I just had to lead Tonya along this path. I just had to turn fantasy into reality.

Then she would learn the delights of having sex with her mother, too.

To be continued…

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A young woman tries out new sex toys.

I was sitting on the plush chair by the window with a cup of coffee and my phone in my hand, chatting with my friend Ashley on messenger, when the doorbell rang. I looked up at the clock. It was 9 AM, early for the mail, but still within the realm of possibility, considering sporadic delivery times in Colorado.

I glanced out the window and saw the familiar black of an Amazon delivery van driving away down the street. I sat my coffee cup down and made my way to the front door, careful not to trip on the boxes piled up next to the door.

The sun streamed in through the open curtains, illuminating the living room and warming my skin. I picked up the package, glancing at the label to confirm that it was, in fact, from Amazon. What surprised me was the name on the address label: It was sent to me. I hadn’t ordered anything from Amazon in a few weeks.

I set the box down and texted my mother at work, inquiring about the mysterious package that had just arrived. She replied almost immediately, informing me that, while over a week past, it was my birthday gift. I was a bit confused, considering I had requested that my family not get me anything.

Inside, I tore the package open, revealing another seemingly innocuous box with my name scrawled across it. I lifted the lid to find a note tucked into the box’s folds. As I unfolded it and scanned the neatly printed words, my heart fluttered in anticipation. ‘Happy Birthday, Bri. You deserve something, even if you don’t want it. I love you, Mom XOXOX.’

Curiosity piqued, I reached into the box, pulling out the contents individually. An Amazon gift card, a few packs of Magic cards, and a new Marvel Encyclopedia that I didn’t even know had been released.

A separate box was nested in the tissue paper – a slight heft to its weight.

I stared at it momentarily, wondering what could be so unique that it deserved its own packaging? With trembling hands, I opened the box and found myself facing a seemingly endless mix of objects designed to elicit pleasure. I hesitated, butterflies gurgling in my stomach, and took a deep breath. Staring back at me was a small collection of adult toys and accessories.

I set the box down cautiously, my mind racing. I had never expected my own mother to purchase such things for me.

Inside, I discovered a sleek glass toy with a bulb at each end, one in the center, and a heart-shaped handle at the base. Next was a pouch with three metal butt plugs, small, medium, and large sized, all with heart-shaped faux gem-encrusted bases. Technically, item number five was a purple butt plug with a curved vibrator attachment designed to cradle the front of a girl’s crotch.

The last item was something I’d never seen before. Inside its separate box was a long red vibrator with a base attachment. The little booklet explained that the suction cup base was to stabilize it, as it was a thrusting vibrator with a tiny remote control.

I couldn’t help but blush as a wave of anxiety and excitement washed over me. I was very open with my mother about my sexuality and my needs, but I never would’ve thought she’d gift me sex toys.

I sat in the middle of my bed with my legs crisscrossed and the box in front of me, staring at it with a dazed expression. I had only had one girlfriend in high school, but I had always enjoyed my own company, discovering myself and my likes and dislikes. Over the past few years, I opened myself up, allowing myself to explore what I liked. This was primarily due to my best friend Ashley pushing my boundaries.

I picked up the heart-shaped base of the dildo and ran my fingers over the smooth glass, feeling a shiver run down my spine. This would be a suitable replacement for the glass toy I had cracked accidentally a few months ago. I was already eager and excited to discover how it would feel inside me.

I hurriedly stripped off all my clothing, closing my eyes and imagining the sensation. My butthole clenched at the thought, and I shivered with excitement.

I pulled the bottle of warming lubricant from the package, carefully applied it to the toy’s tip and shaft, then rubbed the remainder from my fingers against my puckered rosebud.

I positioned the toy and gently pushed the bulbed tip inside, slowly letting it fill me up. I savored the sensation of the glass toy’s coolness and let it slide all the way inside. I bit my lip, bracing myself as my sphincter adjusted. Once it was settled in, I let out a long, shuddering sigh and let my body get used to its presence.

I could feel warmth in my chest and a tingle in my fingertips. My heartbeat was quick, and I took a moment to breathe deeply and center myself. I slowly began to move, gingerly pulling the glass toy out and then pushing it back in, my eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. It felt incredible and was much easier to hold onto and control with the heart-shaped grip instead of the small bulb my broken toy had.

I had discovered how much I enjoy anal penetration a few years prior, and slowly slid the glass toy all the way in, then all the way out, repeating this process, using it to lubricate my backdoor for what was to come with the thrusting toy.

I glanced over at the machine-like toy, my body tingling with excitement. I pushed the glass toy inside myself before unpacking the third box and focused on the thrusting toy, examining the contraption. I assembled the vibrator to the base, making sure it was secure. I found some plastic card boxes to attach the suction cup to and set them on the bed before securing the toy.

I generously lubricated the head and shaft of the toy before getting on my hands and knees on my bed. I reached between my legs and pulled the glass toy out of my ass, groaning as I did so. I set that toy aside and gently rocked back until the tip of the red toy was pressed against my butthole.

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and pushed backward as I felt the soft silicone pressed against my opening. “Oh god,” I groaned softly, feeling the head slip inside me. The intensity was nothing like the glass toy. This thing was just as thick as my favorite glass dildo, and it stretched out my little butthole.

I whimpered at the sensation, feeling my body protest before it slowly began to relax, allowing me to take more and more of it until the entire shaft of the toy was inside me. I moaned the toy lodged deep in my asshole, bracing myself for a whole new batch of sensations it was about to unleash.

I grabbed the small remote control and turned the toy on low, testing it out at first. The vibrations were intense but not overpowering. I flipped through the various settings, testing the options until I settled on the highest steady vibration setting.

The vibrations reverberated throughout my pelvis, stimulating my pussy and my clit without direct contact. I grew increasingly wet as my body trembled and shuddered. I laid down fully on my stomach, reached back, and adjusted the toy, locking the angle in place. I spread my legs as wide as I could, relishing the thought of being so exposed, so vulnerable.

I bit my lip and hit the other button on the remote, activating the thrusting tip.

The toy suddenly lurched to life, thrusting in and out of me at a maddeningly slow pace. I moaned at the sensations, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I felt every inch of that toy swirling around inside of me, stimulating my a-spot, g-spot, and a thousand nerve endings along the way.

I braced myself on my elbows and reached under my chest. Touching myself for the first time since being penetrated, moaning as my fingers danced over my hyper-sensitive nipples. They were stiff and sensitive to the touch, and I gasped as they sent electric shocks throughout my body, culminating between my legs.

I rubbed my nipples between my fingers, feeling myself grow even more aroused. My hips bucked and rocked of their own volition, grinding against the towel on the bed beneath me as I welcomed the toy deeper into myself. The sensation was indescribable, and I felt my first orgasm building with each passing moment.

I moaned louder, Ashley’s name echoing off the walls as I was fucked in the ass for the first time without having to man the toy myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks with both hands, feeling the cool air on my soaking wet pussy and the heat emanating from my asshole.

“Ahh, yes! Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I mindlessly moaned, my words jumbled and shaky as I lost control of my body and thoughts. I could feel my pussy drooling and my legs shuddering, the muscles in my thighs tensing up. I closed my eyes and fantasized about how it would feel if Ashley was there, fucking my ass with her strappy like I so desperately craved.

I fantasized about her athletic and muscular body, her soft hands gripping my hips and spanking my ass as she pounded it into me.

My moans grew louder and more frantic as the waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I moaned aloud, arching my back as I reached my climax, feeling the toe-curling sensation of the toy thrusting in and out of my ass, the spinning beads massaging my butthole.

I shivered and shook as I felt myself release, feeling the waves of ecstasy wash over me in a warm, sweet blanket. My orgasms took over my body and mind, robbing me of any coherent thought as I grunted, gasped, and squealed. I squeezed my pillows in my arms as my body went off on its own, bathing me in ecstasy.

Slowly, I came back to reality, feeling the vibrator still thrusting inside me, the vibrations continuing to surge through my body, filling me with a second surge of immense pleasure. My pussy was drenched with my juices, dripping down my inner thighs and saturating the towel beneath my hips.

I punched the button on the remote until the thrusting slowed to its lowest setting, relaxing for just a moment as the pleasure built up again. My eyes rolled back as I bit my lip, the overwhelming emotions crashing over me. My hips bucked again, seeking out the relentless thrusts. I couldn’t get enough of the vibrations and the steady fucking that it provided.

I arched my back and pushed my hips up, exposing myself as much as possible, absorbing every little thrust into my butt. I let my fingers wander down to my pussy, thrusting my two middle fingers inside to maximize the pleasure. It throbbed and pulsed around my fingers, electric sparks shooting up my spine with every stroke.

My breath hitched as I reached for the remote control, increasing the speed of the thrusts to the fastest pace. My whole body shook, and I let out a loud gasp, crying out, “Yes, yes, fuck me, Ashley, just like that!” The sensation was almost overwhelming but in the best way possible. I bucked my hips, feeling the head of the toy thrust in and out of me like a piston, the spinning beads against my butthole adding their own unique sensations.

I gasped, feeling another series of orgasms build up again. My thighs trembled with anticipation, and my toes curled as I felt the pressure building deep inside of me. I was close but wanted to draw it out as long as possible. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and brought them to my mouth, imagining that Ashley was watching every move I made.

“Stick those fingers in your mouth, baby,” I panted, imagining Ashley’s voice speaking my words, husky and desperate. I groaned at the taste of myself, licking my fingers clean of my own juices.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my thighs quivering as I finger fucked my dripping pussy, feeling it pulse with each thrust, smacking the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and I had just started testing my new toys. My mind raced with possibility, my body tingling with anticipation. My small breasts jiggled freely as I rubbed just above my pubic bone, lost in the sexual haze. My hips bucked and fell as I ground myself against my own fingers, moaning Ashley’s name again and again. I closed my eyes, my imagination running wild with the image of her there with me.

I imagined she knelt behind me, her muscular thighs pressed against my own, slowly grinding her hips against my ass as she fucked me harder and harder, the vibrations of the toy growing even more intense as I lost all control. I moaned and whimpered, my clit swelling and throbbing beneath my trembling hand. I was on the edge, about to fall off into a ravine of such debilitating pleasure that I wasn’t sure I’d ever return.

“Fuck, Ashley,” I screamed, my words ragged and raw. “Fuck my slutty ass.”

My clit throbbed, my inner walls pulsating around my fingers, grasping at them desperately. I didn’t understand why I felt so vulnerable when Ashley wasn’t even here, but the thought of it felt so raw and exhilarating that my legs trembled with excitement. I fucked myself harder, faster, moving my hips in time with the vibrator in my ass.

My fingers plunged deep inside my pussy, each thrust making me gasp and groan with pleasure. My walls were so tight and greedy that it hurt a little, but it was a good pain, the kind that made me want to scream with pleasure.

“God, yes!” I cried out, my hips bucking wildly. “Ashley, fuck your little slut!”

I was in a frenzy, lost in the overwhelming sensations. My body felt heavy and sluggish, yet alive at the same time. Every nerve ending was on fire; my blood coursed through my veins like molten lava. I was on the brink of another, even more powerful orgasm, my pussy quivering around my fingers as I felt my climax build.

“Harder, Ashley! Harder!” I screamed, my voice muffled by the pillow as I lost myself in the feral ecstasy that coursed through me. My breath came in short, hot bursts, and with one final thrust of my hips back onto the toy, I shattered. I moaned out Ashley’s name, my voice a hoarse whisper that rang through the empty room.

The orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave, the force of it so strong that I had to yank my hand from between my legs and grasp the bed as I fell face-first onto the pillow. I felt myself squirting beneath me onto the towel, my skin slick and flushed with heat.

I moaned and writhed as another wave of pleasure washed over me, my limbs trembling with exhaustion. I grabbed the remote and turned off the vibrations and thrusting, leaving the toy lodged inside my spasming ass. I took deep, slow breaths and focused on the sensation of the toy buried deep within me.

I felt like a ragdoll, entirely spent by my intense orgasms. I craved Ashley’s touch now more than ever. Unable to stop myself, my fingers found their way to my dripping wet pussy again, exploring the soft, shaved skin and swollen lips. My fingers slid easily inside my pussy, feeling the spasming inner walls. I stifled a moan as I touched that magic spot deep inside me.

The contractions continued to subside, but the throbbing reminder of my recent orgasm was still present. I took a few moments to recover, my muscles still trembling from the power of multiple orgasms.

I hesitated momentarily, unsure if I was ready to dive back in. But I couldn’t resist the temptation for long. I grabbed the remote and turned the vibrator on again, starting with the solid pulsing vibrations and then the methodical thrusting of the head. I groaned and arched my back. I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and picked up the glass toy that I had used to warm up my ass. I wasted no time sliding it all the way into my needy, quivering pussy.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my voice a low hum of pleasure as I pushed the toy in and out of myself. It felt incredible, and the toy slipped in quickly with all my natural lubricant. I gasped as I pushed it all the way in, feeling the now-warmed glass stretch my overstimulated pussy.

I started to fuck myself faster, harder than before, filling my pussy while my ass was stretched out, my body desperate for more. I reached down with my free hand and pinched my clit between my fingers, rough and desperate. I had lost all modesty and sense of self-consciousness as I made incoherent, lust-filled noises.

I was utterly lost in the heat of the moment. My perky little breasts jiggled wildly, aching with the need to be sucked and fondled. I brought my hand off my clit up to tease my sensitive nipples, tugging and twisting. I hissed in pleasure as I felt another orgasm crawling straight up my spine.

My hips stuttered in their rhythm, and the toy plunged deep into my spasming ass with a wet, sloppy sound. I felt the vibrations build as I clenched around it, milking it like it could give me a hot reward. I moaned and wriggled, the glass toy sloshing as I fucked my pussy from beneath.

I continued to tweak and pinch my nipples, moaning as I felt them constrict with pleasure. I couldn’t believe how horny I still was after having three body-shattering orgasms already. But it felt too good; I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

“Oh, fuck me harder, Ashley!” I growled, lost in my fantasy and forgetting she wasn’t there.

My body trembled and shuddered, my ass and pussy convulsing around the toys, desperately trying to pull them deeper inside me. Knowing how badly I wanted Ashley to fuck my ass, to call me a little slut, and to turn me into her slut. I was utterly lost in my fantasy; my breath came out in ragged breaths as sweat dripped down my forehead.

I fucked myself faster, my slick pussy swallowing each thrust as I moaned and writhed on the bed. The pleasure was reaching a fever pitch again, the burning sensation between my thighs growing even more insistent. The thought of Ashley pressing her body into mine as she took my ass sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I could hear her harsh breath against my ear, whispering every dirty thought that ran through her mind as she relentlessly pounded into my sore and sensitive asshole. I rubbed my nipples and fucked my pussy faster and harder, twirling them between my fingers as I clenched around the toys inside me.

“You love it, don’t you?” I imagined Ashley whispering in my ear. “You love being my dirty little slut, taking my thick cock deep in that tight ass of yours.”

I gasped at her words, the filthy talk turning me on even more. Her voice vibrated through me, intensifying the sensation within my ass and pussy. My clit pulsed, my fingers slick with my own essence.

“Yes, oh yes!” I panted to no one, my words barely coherent. I could feel yet another series of orgasms building within me.

“I love how your little ass clenches around my fake cock, gripping so tight like you never want me to leave,” she purred. “Do you want to cum with my strappy in your ass, my dirty girl?” Ashley’s voice was thick with lust and desire, sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m such a horny little slut,” I gasped, my back arching with each thrust. I was so close, right on the edge of a catastrophic orgasm. I felt the muscles in my legs tense up as I pounded my pussy with the same ferocity as before.

“Then cum hard for me, little slut,” Ashley growled, her hand grasping my hips as she ground the strappy into my ass. The sharp pain caused my next orgasm to hit me suddenly, the pleasure rolling through me like thunder.

I screamed out her name, my voice reverberating through the room. My pussy clenched and released, and I could feel the orgasm pulsating through me like wildfire. My hips stuttered and jerked as I struggled to catch my breath. I collapsed onto the bed, my heart pounding against my chest.

The vibrator dislodged from my ass, the glass dildo slid out of my pussy, my fantasies of Ashley still lingering as my body quivered and trembled. My mind raced with adrenaline, and every nerve tingled as remnants of my intense orgasms lingered.

I turned the vibrator off and let the cool air wash over my exhausted body. I smiled as I reached for my phone; I scrolled through my conversation history, re-reading our naughty chats until my body returned to Earth. As I lay there, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted Ashley. My feelings never seemed to fade. They lingered and intensified every time I thought about her, fueling my longing.

I sighed as I set my phone aside and closed my eyes, savoring the remnants of the double-digit orgasms I had just experienced. The combination of the vibrator and dildo, along with the alluring fantasies of Ashley, brought my body to heights and sensations I had never experienced before. The warmth building in my chest spread throughout my body, creating a feeling of bliss and satisfaction.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the toys within arm’s reach. There was still so much more to explore and enjoy. It was still early, but I needed to clean up and shower. My bedroom smelled like pussy, and I blushed at that thought.

I got out of bed, wobbling as my legs protested. I grabbed onto my nightstand and took a few deep breaths. I was still naked, my ass was still slick with lubricant and cum, and as I looked around, I realized that the towel on my bed was soaked. I sighed and shook my head.

It was a small price to pay for the insanely good self-love session I’d just had. I picked up the towels and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then, I started to disassemble the mechanical vibrator I had used. I took all the toys I used into the bathroom. I cleaned them carefully and scrupulously, ensuring everything was as good as new for the next time. I carefully set them aside and turned on the water for my shower.

I glanced at myself in the mirror as I waited for it to heat up. My eyes had a post-orgasmic glow that made my whole face light up. My cheeks were flushed, and my hair was matted with sweat. I looked like a walking testament to a good time.

I stepped into the shower and sighed in relief as the hot water washed over me, warming my exhausted body. I could feel myself beginning to wind down finally. The adrenaline from my explosive orgasms faded into relaxation.

My mind wandered to Ashley, as it often did after a self-love session and like it always did when I was naked in the shower. She had such a significant impact on my life, even from several states away. I wondered what it would be like to share this part of myself with her, to have her there in person. My heart raced at the thought, even though it wasn’t something that could be feasible.

My shower finished its cycle, and I stepped out into the steam. I toweled off, applied my coconut and shea butter lotion, and finished with a coat of scented baby oil, feeling renewed gratitude for my body and the pleasure it could bring me.

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This is my first story so please go a little easy on me. I have a few more chapters in mind if you all like it.
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So many thought and emotions were running through Sari’s mind as she stood in her place, she had trouble keeping track of them all. Mostly she was scared, she didn’t fully understand what this was about. All she knew was the every girl was presented to the Shaw by her father on their birthdays between the ages of 16 and 18. Sometimes the girls wouldn’t come home with their father, and when this happened the family was always very wealthy after words. She was a little excited to actually be meeting the Shaw, he was a very powerful and rich man and she wasn’t used to meeting people of such standing. She was nervous she might say or do something wrong to offend his highness, or any countless other powerful people.

As overwhelmed as she was she was also acutely aware of certain things, like how soft the robes she and the other girls who shared her birthday were forced to wear. Her family was not a rich family and she had never experienced a fabric so cool and soothing to the skin. Even though she was not allowed to look around, since she had been told to look down slightly and not to move, she noticed the tension in the room from both fathers and daughters alike. She noticed the imprint of two feet carved into the stone, slightly apart in front of a lone chair, the only furniture in the room.

Just then the door behind the chair opened and several people flowed in through it. First two guards in heavy plate armor both carrying heavy pikes, as soon as these two entered they stepped to either side of the door and stood guard. Just as the two guards who led the fathers and daughters in the door at the back of the room had done. Followed closely by several other guards dressed the same, these walked straight passed the girls to stand on either side of each father. Next was a man she could only assume was the Shaw himself, in flowing robes of gold and white. He walked with a kind of commanding presence that only someone with immense power could assume. Behind him came a beautiful woman dressed only in black lacy stockings. Her black hair hanging to just past her shoulders flowed behind her as she walked. Her large round breasts which sat high and firm on her chest bounced gently with her strides, her nipples hard and aroused surrounded by their small areola’s. A flat and toned, but not muscular stomach led down to the tops of her completely bald pussy lips. The black stockings started very high on her toned thighs, with just the perfect amount of lace to see her perfect legs through them. Behind her came a man, or at least she thought it was a man, though he was muscular he had a very feminine way about him. He was carrying a tray with a small bowl on it. Then another man with the same feminine way about him, he also carried a tray, but this one had several small velvet sack on it. The procession was completed by several girls clothed in the same stockings as the first woman, only these were white. There were blondes, red heads and brunettes among them. Maybe 15 women total, all impossibly beautiful like the woman in black.

The man she assumed to be the Shaw took the seat in front at the front of the room. The woman in the black stockings stood beside him. The girls in white stockings formed a line behind him. The two men carrying trays took spots against the wall to the Shaw’s right. The new comers had barely assumed their positions when the Shaw said “Lets begin then” in an almost bored voice.

The woman in the black stockings walked over to the girl farthest to the right. Whispered something in her ear then removed the robes she was wearing. Like Sari she was completely naked underneath, she knew they all were. The woman took her by the hand and led her up in front of the Shaw and told her to place her feet on the imprint of feet in the stone. The woman in black had barely resumed her place next to the Shaw when he gave a casual flick of the wrist. Almost as one the woman in black and the girl in white stockings to the far right of the Shaw moved.

The woman in black went to the next girl who was standing next to Sari, she knew she would be next. Again the woman whispered something in her ear and began to disrobe the girl. The girl in white took the naked girl to the side where the men with the trays were standing and picked up a silver penny from a pile that Sari hadn’t seen before from the tray with the small sacks. She led the girl back to her father and pressed the penny into his hand. The father wrapped his arm around the naked girls shoulders and led her to the back door that all the girls and fathers has come in, back to their clothes. Sari couldn’t help but wonder if this was the girls first time being presented to the Shaw, would she have to come back for this embarrassment or was she done?

By this time the second girl had taken her place on the carved feet which forced the girl to stand with her legs slightly spread. The woman in black again returned to the Shaw’s side. Though all Sari could see was the girls back she could tell she was in very good shape. Long shapely legs led to a tight and firm butt. Strong and straight back and strong shoulders yet she still managed to keep an attractive feminine way about her. This girl obviously had the Shaw’s attention for he stood from the chair and started pacing around her, taking all of her in. As he came around in front of her again he nodded to the man carrying the tray with the bowl on it. The man quickly came over to the Shaw who put a finger into the bowl and as he pulled it back out Sari noticed it was wet with some sort of liquid. He took one step closer to the girl and slid his hand between her legs, right were they met. The girl gave a small grunt and was obviously having a hard time standing still. The girl being inspected gave a small sigh as the Shaw removed his hand from between her legs. In a voice that could be nothing but a command he said ” Keep your legs straight and bend over and grab your ankles.” As the girl obeyed Sari actually made eye contact with her for just a moment before the Shaw came around and blocked her view. In that briefest of seconds she could see how terrified the girl was. That look only furthered Sari’s own fear. Without moving Sari couldn’t get a clear view of what was happening but whatever it was the girl wasn’t able to stifle the grunt this time. After a few seconds the Shaw moved back around and headed towards his chair giving another casual flick of the wrist as he went.

Again the woman in black and the next girl in white moved as one. As the girl in white began to pull the girl being inspected away the woman in black came to Sari. As the woman in black began to untie the belt holding Sari’s robes closed she leaned in and whispered “Its your turn, you know what to do.” And much too suddenly for her taste she felt the woman sliding her robes off her shoulders and down her arms. Sari was now naked! She was so scared now that it overwhelmed all other emotion. The woman in black took her hand and pulled her forward. Sari did know what to do and stepped into the imprinted feet into the stone without having to be told. She continued to look down but still couldn’t help but notice the Shaw rising. Her fear grew almost out of control. Was he going to do the same things to her as he did to the girl before? And as he started to circle around her as he did the girl before she almost started to cry. As he came back around in front of her he once again nodded to the man carrying the tray with the bowl who quickly approached. From here she could see the creamy white liquid the Shaw was dipping his finger into. And just as he had done to the girl before he took a step towards her and slid his hand between her legs. Once again Sari was so overwhelmed with different emotions she could barely keep track of them all, yet at the same time acutely aware of everything around her. Mostly she was embarrassed , this man touching her in her most private of places, right here in front of everyone, even her own father. She could sense him fidgeting behind her, she could tell he was unhappy about what was happening to her. She was the oldest of three daughters so this would be his first visit to the Shaw as well. No man had ever touched her in this most private of places and she had never imagined the first time would be in front of so many people. As overwhelmed by embarrassment as she was she also couldn’t help but notice that his gentle caresses across the tops of her pussy lips was somewhat pleasant. The cream on his finger was cool and soothing. She was also aware that somewhere in the back of her mind she was very ashamed that she was enjoying what this man was doing to her. She also couldn’t help but gasp as the Shaw slid his finger further down and inside of her. His finger hadn’t entered her very far when he turned to look at the woman in black. “She is intact” he said to her. And very abruptly his finger slid out of her. She couldn’t help to notice that parts of her brain were in disagreement as to whether this was a good or a bad thing. As the Shaw stepped back and started to make his way around her he once again commanded “keep your legs straight and bend over and grab your ankles!” Sari obeyed. Just as she was able to make brief eye contact with the girl before her, Sari was also able to make eye contact, but with her father who stood directly behind her. He looked ashamed. Just before the Shaw stepped into her way she noticed the guards that flanked her father had both grabbed his arms. She wondered if this was normal or if her father had tried to stop this from happening to her. The moment she felt the Shaw’s finger touch her anus she knew what he had done to the girl before that she couldn’t see. Again she felt the cool soothing liquid on his finger as he gently ran his finger around the ring of her anus. Only because she knew what was coming was she able to suppress the grunt as his finger slid into her. It didn’t intrude into her as far as she had expected it too, probably only to the Shaw’s first knuckle she guessed. The finger was removed and she heard him say “Stand up.”

The Shaw couldn’t help but to take a moment to reflect on the seven years of his time being the Shaw. Taking over when his father had died. Thinking of all the girls he had inspected in that time. Starting with inspecting every girl from his fathers harem. In the beginning he kept most of them, as well as taking many of the girls that were inspected on their birthdays. But as time passed he realized he was being naive. There was no point in keeping so many women you couldn’t possible use them all. As time passed he released several of the older women to the house staff. Cooking and cleaning was the final job of all harem women. The palace was huge and required a lot of up keep and there was never a shortage of women the Shaw no longer used to do the work. The ones that were still attractive but not good enough for the Shaw himself got moved to the second harem. In the end the Shaw kept only the best of the best for himself. Sometimes when inspecting the girls he would play a cruel joke. Having the girl lay down and spread her legs then mounting her right there in front of everyone. These girls he never kept, sending them off defiled with nothing more then the standard silver penny for the father. If he was feeling especially cruel he would tell her to get down on all fours and with just the smallest dab of cream he would ram himself into her anus and take her that way. There was nothing like a crying, squirming girl under you as you stared her father down. He had almost done this to the girl before Sari. He was glad he hadn’t though, he was now saving himself for her.

The Shaw was brought back to the present as he approached the front of the girl again. The Shaw kept only the best of the best for his harem, yet not a one of those women could compare to the sheer perfection that stood before him now. Her hair golden with just a slight amount of curl fell perfectly around her beautiful face. Her stunning green eyes were slightly down cast as he knew she had been told. High cheek bones with a nature rouge to them, a cute little nose and full and inviting lips completed her face. The Shaw reached out and parted her lips with his thumb only to find beautiful straight and white teeth. Slender yet strong shoulders led down to two perfect breasts. He reached out and took one in his hand. It was just a small amount bigger then would fit in his hand, and in his palm he could feel the nipple standing out firm. Her stomach was impossibly flat yet managed to remain soft, not hard to the touch. A small outcropping of golden pubic hair had very recently started grow above her pussy, but that could be fixed easily enough. Her hips were still slender but he had seen enough women mature to know that they would fill out beautifully, she was only 16 after all. Finally her long and shapely legs. All of this was covered by flawless skin of the lightest copper color. Giving the girl a small smile he turned to face the woman in black “I will have her tonight, prepare her. But do not spoil this one, I want her whole!. See to it personally.””

As the woman in black and the next girl in white stockings started forward the Shaw turned to her father. “Do you have any more daughters?”

“Yes your Highness I have two more. One turns 15 in just over a month the other has just turned 13.” her father replied

“Well if they are anything like this one I can’t wait to meet them.” With that the Shaw turned to head back to his chair.

The woman in black passed Sari and went to the next girl in line. The girl in white that came to Sari took her hand and led her off to the man with the tray of sacks and silver pennies. This time the girl grabbed one of the sacks off the tray and showed it to Sari “Your family will never want for anything again.” she told Sari and pulled her to her father. When they reached him the girl pressed the sack into his hand. She looked at both of them and said “Say your goodbye’s, you will probably never see each other again.” Sari finally started to cry as she hugged her father tight. Very aware of her nakedness, the feel of her fathers hands on her naked back. Her breasts pressed into his chest. She leaned back to look at her father for what was probably the last time “I love you father, please tell everyone I love them as well.” When he looked back at her she wasn’t sure if it was sorrow or relief written on his face or some combination of the two. Her family would never want for anything again, but then again he was loosing his daughter. He told her he loved her very much and promised to tell the rest of the family her message. The girl then took Sari by the arms and drug her out of her fathers arms just as the two guards on either side of her father drug him back as well. There would be no long goodbye! The girl led her to the side of the room farthest from the men holding the trays and from there they witnessed the rest of the choosing.

The Shaw must have taken no interest in the girl after Sari for she was already being led away and the final girl was being led forward. Again the Shaw rose and walked around the girl once and nodded to the man holding the tray with the bowl. The man came forward one more time and the Shaw dipped a finger in. From this side of the room Sari had a much better view of what was happen, although she knew fully what was happening as well. Sari was surprised by the forced the Shaw used to slide his finger into the girl, he hadn’t been that rough with her. Sari noticed that the guards didn’t have a hold of this girls father like her fathers had, Had moved to protect her? When the girl was told to bend over she couldn’t suppress a grunt as the Shaw forced his entire finger into her anus. Again Sari was confused, he had been so gentle with her, why was he now being so forceful? After the girl was told to stand back up and the Shaw had walked back in front of her for one final look he turned to the woman in black and said “This one too, prepare her normally.” With that the Shaw turned and headed for the door, his guards taking place in front and behind him.

The only other girl chosen was given even less time to say goodbye to her father before they were pulled away. The two new girls were led through the back door by the woman in black, each escorted by the girl in white stockings that had taken them to their fathers. Sari wondered what would become of the clothes she had worn and left in the back room. Would her father grab them for one of her sisters? As soon as they crossed the threshold of the door the woman in black stockings suddenly turned on them.

Looking at Sari she said “What is your name girl?”

“Sari Ma’am”

“You will call me Mistress, I am in charge of this harem and though I may be called to be used by the Shaw the same as you, I deserve and demand your respect.”

“Y..Yes Mistress” Sari replied.

The Mistress turn to the other girl and said “And your name?”

“Kari Mistress.”

The woman in black chuckled “Kari and Sari, I’m sure there will be a many jokes about this pairing. Get to know each other well, you will be spending a lot of time together. You will bunk together when not being used. You are each others grooming partners. It is your responsibility to make sure the other is always in perfect form. You will wash each other, shave each other and any other possible thing the other might need, including preparing her when the Shaw has use of her. Do you understand?”

” Yes Mistress” they both said in unison, although Sari wasn’t sure she did.

The Mistress turned to the girl that had led Kari back and said “Taker and start the preparations as normal.”

“Yes Mistress.” The girl in white stockings said. Then led Kari down the hall they were standing in.

The Mistress turned to Sari and the girl in white stockings with her and said “Come with me.” And just like that they were headed down the hall in the opposite direction as Kari.

The Mistress led them down the hall a short distance and into a small room. The only furniture was a small bed with very average bedding and a chest of drawers. There were several girls in the room, all wearing the same white stockings, waiting for their arrival. Sari was told to stand in the middle of the room and everyone made themselves busy around her.

The Mistress then spoke “The rules are simple here girl, First you are to let no man touch you other then the Shaw himself, the punishment is severe. The man caught touching one of the Shaw’s harem girls is castrated and from this point on will become one of the harem guards. Sari figured that was what had happened to the two men with the trays at the choosing ceremony. The punishment for the girl is much worse. Most of the girls don’t survive. Second you will do whatever the Shaw says without question. This also will incur a very strict punishment. You are to do whatever I say without question, I also am allowed to punish you if I feel it is necessary. And finally you may be punished for no other reason but to entertain the Shaw himself. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”

Just then one of the other girls in the room presented Sari with what looked like a small root. “Eat it.” the Mistress ordered

“What is it?” Sari asked

“It is a root that will help to prevent you from becoming pregnant, and that is the last question I will answer when I give you an order. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Sari took the root from the girl and did as she was told. She was then laid on her back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge spread apart. A girl came and knelt between her legs with a bowl and started spreading a cream on her legs and around her pussy. When her legs and pussy were completely covered the girl leaned back and handed the bowl to a another girl and received a razor in return and started to shave Sari. The girl was obviously very experienced at this. She moved quickly and very shortly Sari was shaved clean. Pulled back to her feet Sari was told to raise her arms and the same girl then shaved her arm pits clean as well. Sari was once again told to bend over and grab her ankles. As Sari obeyed another girl moved beside her and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Sari couldn’t believe it when the girl began shaving even her ass. When this was completed she was told to stand.

“She is ready.” the girl who had been shaving her said.

“Take her and wash her then.” said the Mistress. “But be careful not to spoil her, the Shaw wants her whole.”

Four girls in white stockings moved forward and led her silently out of the room and further down the hall. They entered the last room in the hall and Sari was amazed at the size of the room. She had never seen a room so big in her life. Almost the entire room was taken up by a huge pool of water, it couldn’t have been more then two and half feet deep but it must have been twenty feet square. Near the door was a table with pitchers, soap, towels and extra rolled up white stockings on it. The four girls all stopped and bent to remove their stockings. Two girls then led Sari into the pool while the other two went to the table and grabbed a bar of soap and a pitcher each. Sari could only wonder at how this much water we kept warm as she stepped into it. As she reached the center of the pool she was told to kneel, the second two girls arrived and handed the bars of soap to the first two. The two girls with the pitchers leaned down and filled the pitchers from the pool and emptied them onto Sari. Once Sari was completely wet the two girls with the soap then knelt beside her and started to wash her. Starting with her hair and moving down, as the girls worked their way down her body the two girls with the pitchers would rinse her clean. She had to admit she found the whole process rather enjoyable. Even though Sari should have seen it coming she was still surprised when one of the girls kneeling beside her slid her hand between Sari’s legs and started washing her pussy at the same time the other girl started washing her ass. Again overwhelmed by embarrassment at being touched in such private places she couldn’t help but enjoy these girls tender caresses. The finger on her pussy was slowly moving back and forth along the length of her lips, slowly little by little easing its way between them. While at the same time the finger on her ass was making slow circles around her anus. She watched the two women with the pitchers move in closer and each took one of her nipples in their hand and roll them back and forth between finger and thumb. She was so overwhelmed by these sensations she couldn’t help but gasp as she closed her eyes. Sari decided to let go and just enjoy this moment. She tried to lean forward pressing her breasts harder into the girls hands while at the same time her hips started to buck trying to ride the fingers on her pussy and ass harder. Almost as one the fingers on her ass and pussy slid the smallest amount into her and she was almost overcome by the waves of pleasure that had started to crash onto her. The finger wiggles inside of her, moving in and out of her. The fingers slid out of her only to penetrate there way back in, never going any deeper inside of her though she wanted them to. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, she was about to be washed away, just when she thought she would be overcome with pleasure everything suddenly stopped leaving her reeling. She felt the four girls around her supporting her as she was left gasping, trying to catch her breath and come back down from these sensations. When Sari had finally come back to herself she was disappointed to find she was being led out of the pool. Why hadn’t they finished what they had started, and why had she enjoyed what these GIRLS had done to her? She thought only men were supposed to make her feel like this, was something wrong with her? Or was this normal, the girls sure seemed to know what they were doing. Each of the girls grabbed a towel and started to dry her and each other off. Having still not completely come down from the sensations before she found herself truly enjoying the feel of these girls hands on her even through the towels. What was wrong with her? When everyone was dry the four girls went back to the table and each grabbed a pair of stocking. As the four girls bent to pull the stockings onto their legs Sari’s eyes were drawn to their groins, perfectly smooth bald pussies, nice puckered assholes and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to caress and massage them. The girls finished replacing their stockings and came to Sari, one knelt in front of her and lifted first one leg then the other as she pulled the same white stockings onto Sari’s legs. The girl stood and they led her out of the pool room and back down the hall to the same room they had come from.

There in the middle of the room was her Mistress standing alone now. Sari’s eyes were immediately drown down to what could only be described as a belt that she was wearing. Only hanging down from the belt was a large leather cock and balls. The only penis Sari had ever seen was her fathers when she had accidentally walked in on him in the outhouse. This was much larger though and looked almost hard when her fathers had been very limp.

The Mistress looked at one of the four escorting Sari and said “You will stay.” Then with a glance to the other three she added “The rest of you are dismissed.”

Almost as one all four girls said “Yes Mistress.” The three excused themselves while the other one stayed. She knew it was the girl that had been massaging her pussy earlier.

The Mistress then turned to her and said “I see you have your stockings on, very good. You are not to be seen without them from now on. The only time you are allowed to be without them is when you are bathing. Is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress”

The Mistress went over to the chest of drawers and pulled a drawer out reached in pulled something out and closed it. What she held up for Sari looked like a mini version of the leather cock hanging between the Mistress’ legs. Only at the back end there was a little cap with a string looped through it. “This is to help prepare you if the Shaw decides to use your ass. Bend over and grab your ankles again.” Sari had a chance to see her Mistress dip the mini cock into a bowl exactly like the one the Shaw had used before using his finger on the girls before bending over. Looking between her legs she saw her Mistress come behind her, the cock waving between her legs as she walked. She once again felt the cool soothing cream on her ass as her Mistress gently rubbed the tip of the mini cock around her anus. Sari almost screamed as her Mistress forced the mini cock into her ass all the way to the cap at the end. Though it was only about 2 inches around it was still more then she was prepared to take. “You will keep this inside of you until you are called to the Shaw, and you will thank me if he decides to use your ass tonight.”

“It is time you learned some basics. Get down on your knee’s in front of me.” Sari stepped forward and got onto her knee’s. The mini cock in her ass felt huge in this position. The large leather cock hanging right in front of her face. “This is to represent a cock, it is just like the Shaw’s. One way of pleasing the Shaw it to take it in your mouth and slide it in and out. Do this now. As Sari leaned forward she opened her mouth just enough to let the tip in her mouth and slowly moved her head back and forth along it. Just then she felt the mistress’ hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward harshly. Half of the cock was forced into her mouth and down her throat. Sari was trying not to gag on it but not doing a very good job when she heard “You will take as much of it in your mouth as you can, you will receive further training on this later and when you are done you will be able to take all of it into your mouth without gagging on it. Unfortunately we don’t have time for that now. Just take it as deep as you can then slide back. You should be sucking on it the entire time. You should be using your tongue to stimulate it further. You will never touch it with your teeth, that is very important,. You can use your hand to massage it as well as caress the balls, which are the two things hanging below it.” Sari got the impression she had given this speech many times. There was a sort of monotone drone to it. However Sari listened intently trying to do all the things her Mistress was saying. ” You can lick and gently suck on these balls as well. Try to be creative and mix it up. Pay very close attention to the Shaw’s reactions for it is for his benefit you are doing this. If you do a good job and he does not stop you, there will be a point where the cock will start to spasm, be prepared when this happens for he is about to cum in your mouth. Which means a salty liquid will start to come out of the end of his cock. You are to swallow every drop he gives you. Spilling any will greatly disappoint him and you can be assured you will be punished for this.” The Mistress having watcher her go through the drill on the leather cock was satisfied she had a good idea what to do and asked “Do you have any questions?”

Sari leaned back letting the penis fall from her mouth and answered “No Mistress.”

“Good then lets move on. You must also learn to please a female since I don’t know if you will be used alone tonight. Go lay down on the bed with your legs spread.” Sari got up and laid down on the bed with her knee’s bent slightly and her legs spread apart. “Nariah here will please you first. Pay attention to what she is doing to you for you will please her next.” Without another word spoken she felt the other girl climb between her legs. The girl started kissing her way down one of Sari’s thighs. Just as she was about to reach Sari’s pussy she stopped and moved back and started to kiss her way down the other thigh. Again just before she would reach Sari’s pussy she stopped, only this time she moved forward and quickly sucked one of Sari’s nipples into her mouth, her teeth grazing across it as she sucked. With a moan Sari couldn’t help but put her hands on the back of the girls head and pull her tighter to her breast. After a few moments the girl pulled back and moved to Sari’s other nipple. It wasn’t until the girl moaned into her breast that she realized one of her hands had moved down from the girls head to cup one of her breasts. She pinched the girls nipple like the two girls had done to her in the bath and was rewarded with another moan into her breast. The girl let Sari’s nipple slip from her mouth and started kissing her way down Sari’s stomach to settle in again between her legs. This time however the girl did kiss her pussy. She started at the top and planted little feathery kisses down her pussy lips. As soon as the girl reached the bottom of her pussy she felt the girls tongue slip between her pussy lips and slide all the way back up to the top. As the girl pulled back just a little to spread her pussy lips apart with her hands Sari realized she had two fists full of the girls hair in her hands. The girl moved back in and started to lick Sari again. This time starting at the bottom. Sari’s lips now spread by the girls hands made it much easier for her to tease Sari’s opening with her tongue. She ran her tongue in circles around Sari’s opening first one way, then switching and going the other way. Soon Sari was grinding her pussy against the girls face. Slowly the girl slid her tongue further up between Sari’s pussy lips and she gently pulled her hood back with her fingers. The girl then slowly dragged the entire length of her tongue across Sari’s now exposed little clit. The girl must have hooked a finger into the loop of string on the mini leather cock in her ass because the small tugs the girl was giving it was sending Sari closer and closer to the edge. As the tip of her tongue hit Sari’s clit the girl started to flick it back and forth across it, but it wasn’t until the girl moved in just a little further and took Sari’s clit into her mouth and sucked on it while still teasing it with her tongue that Sari finally exploded into her first ever orgasm. Sari couldn’t control her hips as they bucked against the girls mouth. She couldn’t control the moans and grunts she was only vaguely aware she was letting out. She never wanted this feeling to end. But as all good things do she could feel this too coming to an end. She was slowly coming back to her senses. Slowly gaining control of her body again. She had never imagined anything could feel so good and was already ready to do whatever she had to to feel it again. As Sari finally regained her breath she heard her Mistress’ voice.

“Its your turn now, it looked like Nariah did a great job on you, I would hope you return the favor and do just as good on her.”

As the girl moved out from between Sari’s legs she took on of her hands and helped to pull her up. Sari let her self be pulled up by the girl. She stood at the foot of the bed her head still spinning a little as she watched the girl take her place on the bed. As she watched the girl she noticed a large wet spot on the bed between her legs, she wasn’t sure where it had come from. Had she accidentally pee’d the bed during her moment of intense pleasure? Sari was shaken from her thoughts when her Mistress called “She is ready, what are you waiting for?”

Sari was reminded of the moment before when she had been staring at this girls pussy and wondered what it would be like to be able to touch and caress it. Now she would know. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knee’s between the girls legs. Sari had paid attention to what the girl had done to her, but still, doing it back was completely different. She was once again nervous. She tentatively reached one hand out and ran a finger across the top of the girls pussy lips tracing it up and down. She gently pulled her pussy lips open and looked at the soft pink flesh inside. She could see where the girls opening was as well as the fleshy hood that hid this girls sensitive little clit. “You will have plenty of time to look and explore later. It is strongly encouraged for the girls to take pleasure in each other when waiting to be used by the Shaw. But as for now we don’t have time. You know what to do, now do it!” Sari didn’t wait to respond to her Mistress she just leaned in and sealed her mouth against the girls pussy. As she started sucking on the girls hood and her clit beneath it she felt the girl start to squirm under her. She couldn’t believe how much she liked the taste of the fluids that coated her pussy. Sari remembered that she had wanted so badly for the girl to slide a finger into her when she was taking care of Sari, so she decided to do this for the girl. As her finger slowly slid into the tight, warm and wet pussy the girl let out a very loud moan. If it felt this good why didn’t the girl do this for her, she was the one who knew what she was supposed to be doing. The girl placed both hands on the back of Sari’s head and pulled her down harder into her pussy. She started bucking her hips down on Sari’s finger, her moans growing louder. It was at this moment that Sari remembered how the girl had teased her at first, she took her time, built up some anxiousness in Sari. Sari pulled her mouth free of this girls pussy and while keeping her finger sliding inside of the girl she moved up and followed through on a strangest of urges. She kissed the girl. She had only ever kissed one boy in her life and this was not the same kind of kiss. Her lips had barely grazed the boys lips so briefly. She had seen her parents kiss a couple of times, really kiss, and she tried to mimic that. She pressed her lips onto the girls mouth firmly then let them open slightly, the girls mouth followed along. Their tongues met and slowly danced around each other. Both girls moaned into each others mouths. As they continued to kiss Sari slid her thumb up between the girls pussy lips. She placed her thumb on top of the girls clit and pressed down, rocking her thumb back and forth across it in rhythm with her finger sliding in and out of her. The girl broke their kiss panting as she started grinding her pussy against Sari’s hand. Sari could tell the girl was close to exploding the way she had, so she moved back down between her legs. She pulled her thumb away from the girl and again sucked the girls little clit into her mouth through her hood. Sari remembered how the girl playing with the leather cock in her ass was one of the final things that had pushed her over the edge so she brushed a finger of her free hand against the girls pussy getting it nice and wet. Then ever so gently pushed it into the girls anus. The girls hands flew to the back of Sari’s head pulling her tightly against her pussy. Her legs slammed closed around her head as she let out a surprisingly load moan. Had she been this loud? Just then Sari felt a fluid running down her hand and she understood why the bed had been wet when she finished. Sari let the girls hood slip from between her lips and leaned down to try and lap up as much of the fluid as possible, not wanting to waste any it tasted so good. All to soon Sari felt the girls legs relax, her hands drop to her sides on the bed and whole body seem to sag into the bed. Sari knew the girl was done. She felt a huge pride in having done such a good job in returning the favor to this girl. Sari again moved forward, she wrapped her arms around the girl and again started to kiss her.

” I think the lesson for today is complete.” Their Mistress interrupted. “You have had a long day and will need your rest before the Shaw calls you, for I think you have a long night ahead of you as well. Nariah come!” Nariah gave Sari one last glance before she got up and stood behind their Mistress Sari could see that the girl didn’t want to leave as much as she didn’t want her to. “Get some sleep, you will need it” And just like that she let Nariah out the door and closed it.

Sari had so many thoughts running through her head she didn’t know how she was ever going to get to sleep. But sleep came surprisingly fast.

Part 2 ???

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Just a fantasy of mine 🙂

My phone chimed and i reached for it excitedly in the hopes that it was her. And by her i mean this amazing girl that i had been talking to for a few months now. I know it sounds lame but i had been so tired of all the lesbian drama that surrounded my current social circle that i had begun looking elsewhere for love. And by elsewhere i do indeed mean online dating. Yes yes go ahead and laugh but i had met the most amazing girl through this outlet so i was glad that i had taken the chance.

Her name was Brittany. She was a beautiful southern belle. Educated and sexy with long gorgeous blonde hair, sexy glasses that made her look like a hot librarian, boobs that could only be described as orbs of delicious and eyes that were blue enough to drown in. She was witty to the point of being sarcastic and i loved it. It hadnt taken me long to fall. And now as my phone chirped its annoying little ringtone i couldn’t help but smile as her name popped up on my screen.

As i said we had been talking for several months but we had never met. Thats not to say i didn’t want to meet her but she just so happened to live a cool eight hundred miles away. Kind of difficult to see each other on a regular basis. However as circumstance would have it we were so right for each other that it was hard to be rational about it and let the relationship die. So we didn’t. We continued our flirting and talking. But one thing i noticed about her was how collected and reserved she was when it came to sex. We almost never joked about it. Rarely talked seriously about it. And whenever i tried to get a little heavier than just flirtatious with her she would deftly steer the conversation in another direction. It drove me absolutely nuts! I have to admit i wanted nothing more than to make this beauty lose control with me.

I opened the text message expecting to see the usual “hey wyd?” or “how are you?” instead i see a picture…my jaw immediately dropped. There she was in this sexy pair of black panties and a lacy bra to match. And the look in those blue eyes of hers was enough to make a girl melt. The caption read “i need to see you…soon.” I caught my breath for a moment before taking in the whole of the picture. As my eyes moved from those pouty lips of hers down to the tops of her amazing breasts i felt a warmth move from my abdomen to between my legs..oh shit was she hot. I let my eyes fall to her hips and it was clear…i needed to see her too.

I texted her back telling her how incredibly gorgeous i thought she was…all the while formulating a plan.

I had some vacation time coming up from my bar tending job and i fully intended on witnessing the sight i had just beheld on my phone…in person. So i got a round trip plane ticket, called my boss and let him know i was heading out of town in a few days and i began to pack. I made sure to put in my sexiest panties, my tightest jeans and a few well picked low cut tops. i was going to go all out. to top it off i threw in a pair of my high end black stilettos.

The day came and i was ready to head out. i was all dressed up and i took one last look at myself in the mirror taking in my shoulder length black layered hair, my eyes that were lost somewhere between hazel and chocolate brown, my breasts that were at least a C cup, tan and peaking from the layers of my vneck and cami, my long legs that accentuated the pair of slightly worn buckle jeans that i had chosen and my curvy hips that were the only sign that i was indeed part latina. I was ready for this and i was ready for her. I put on one last touch up of light pink lipstick, patted my black labs head and grabbed my suitcase, leaving a key under the mat for the dog sitter. I was on my way.

The plane ride was somewhat ridiculous as i was sitting next to an old man that smelled somewhat like mothballs and 409. But i was too nervous and excited to care. I hadnt told Brittany that i was on my way because i wanted it to be a surprise. I was hoping that she wouldn’t be annoyed at my sudden appearance but for some reason i just knew she wouldn’t be.

As the plane coasted onto the tarmac in the Mississippi airport i began to get butterflies. What was she going to think? How would she react? And most importantly where was this going to go? I had plenty of time to ponder these questions as i waited for my baggage and then again for my rental car which i promptly hopped into proceeding to dig around in my bag for my bottles of ed hardy and burburry brit which i proceeded to spritz on. She wasnt going to forget this…or me. i wanted this first impression to be memorable. I wanted her to look back and remember how i smelled…how i looked…and how i tasted to her. I closed my eyes imagining her kiss for a moment before starting the car up and heading out.

Luckily the rental place had thought to throw in a GPS. I would have had absolutely no idea how to get to her place otherwise. But i followed the step by step directions and as i neared her place i texted her asking her if she was at home. She responded with a yes. So i told her to step outside in the next ten minutes. she responded with a series of question marks and i responded with a “just do it.” As i pulled up i saw her eyeing my car from her porch. I smiled nervously and parked the car. The windows were tinted so i knew she couldn’t see who i was yet. But she had to have an idea. I perked up my boobs, checked my makeup in the rearview and opened the door, stepping out cautiously.

I jumped suddenly as i heard a squeal of excitement and she came running towards me.
“Danielle!”
I smiled and held out my arms as she ran toward me.
She burried her face in my neck and hugged me tight.
This was going better than i had thought. She stepped back for a second looking at me. “God you are just as beautiful in person as i thought you would be.” she said as a blush crossed her face. I looked at her and then at the ground a little shyly. “Well thank you. But im nothing compared to you.” She smiled and pulled me close again. She fit in my arms perfectly. Coming up to just my chin. Her hair smelled like peaches and she smelled glorious. She pulled away for a second taking my hand. “Come inside! How rude of me! You must be exhausted!” she said as she pulled me inside.

The evening progressed at a grand rate. She made a simple but delicious dinner and opened a bottle of red wine for the two of us. After a few glasses i could notice she was loosening up. And i also noticed that she was touching me more and more often. A touch to my arm gave me goosebumps. Her brushing her thigh against mine made me shiver. Every touch from her was driving me nuts. I was thinking of this when all of a sudden what she said fully caught my attention.
“You want to kiss me don’t you.” she said matter of factly.
I looked at her with disbelief in my eyes but the look in her blue eyes showed me this was not an innocent question. She wanted me to kiss her. So in response to her question i took her chin lightly in my hand…leaned over and kissed her. Her lips immediately parted against mine and i felt her pull closer to me on the couch. Most first kisses only last a moment..but i had no intentions of pulling away and she didn’t seem to either as her tongue played over mine gently. Her kiss was as perfect as it was genuine and i found my body responding to her in ways that it had never responded to anyone. I gasped a little as her hands found their way to my sides and her nails trailed up the bare skin under my shirt. Her kisses got a little deeper and she would bite my lip gently. I let my own hands mirror her movements and i trailed my fingertips up her sides. I felt her catch her breath and her kisses got a little distracted as she focused on my touch. I decided to take control. I took her hand in mine and stood up pulling her up with me.
“take me to the bedroom.” i said without hesitation.
Her eyes glimmered and she pulled me excitedly down the hall and to her beautifully decorated bedroom.
I had her against the wall in seconds and pressed my lips against hers once more but more fervently this time. I was going to make her mine tonight. My hands slip up under her shirt as i kissed her and i trailed my fingers around her bra and up and down her sides…memorizing every curve with my touch. I then slid her shirt over her head and pulled her close again still keeping her pressed against the wall..i fumbled around her back for a mere second unclasping her bra and freeing those amazing tits of hers. I stepped back for a moment taking them in hungrily with my eyes before pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and resuming my kisses. i let my lips trail down her jawline and to her neck slowly but deliberately. I ran my tongue down to her neck, biting gently and sucking softly. I heard a small moan escape her lips and her hands barely struggled against mine. I then moved my kisses down her chest before taking one of her soft pink nipples between my lips, sliding my tongue over it gently until i felt it become hard. I nipped at it softly and she let out a small cry as i did so but pressed her breasts against me letting me know she liked it. I worked on both of her breasts with my tongue as i let my free hand wander down her bare side and down to her hips. I trailed my fingertips over the hem of her jeans and i felt her squirm a little…i knew right then she was getting wet for me.

I undid the snap on her jeans gently and unzipped them even more slowly so as to build the tension but i did not yet remove them. Instead i slid my hand up her thigh through her jeans and then barely ran a finger up between her legs. She moaned a little louder this time and tried to press into my touch but i wouldn’t allow it. I barely grazed her crotch a couple more times before leading her over to the edge of the bed. I pushed her down on it roughly with a smile and she looked up at me with a mixture of lust and want in her eyes. I took her jeans off slowly as she leaned back on the bed. She was trying to remain calm but the movement of her hips as i slid her jeans down and the moisture i could see through her panties was enough to tell me otherwise. I slid my own shirt and jeans off giving her a little bit of a show before sliding my body slowly up hers…running my tongue up her thigh and stopping at waist level. I slid my tongue along the top of her panties and i heard her breathing become slightly heavier. I began to massage her thighs and i parted them gently. “ooh god” she moaned with her eyes closed. “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy…please.” I responded by kissing my way down the front of her sexy little panties before sliding my tongue up the wet cloth between her legs. I could already taste her and i felt my own pussy growing wet at the thought of tasting her further.

I played my tongue up and down the wet cloth gently for a moment before I couldn’t take it anymore..i slid those panties off of her and before i knew it i was teasingly slipping my tongue between those most cunt lips of hers. She was shaved and smooth and she tasted sweet and perfect. I watched her as i licked her and her hands gripped the sheets as she pushed her hips forward into my face. Her eyes were shut and she was beginning to pant. I slipped my tongue a little deep as i began to fuck her gently with it. Her hips rocked a little. “Oh shit i want to feel your fingers inside me.” she said with a growl. I obliged by moving my tongue play up to her clit as i slowly slid one finger into her tight little pussy. She moaned and shoved her hips down on it. I sucked on her clit gently as i fucked her as slowly as i could manage wanting to tease her to the point of losing all control.

Finally she reached down and began rubbing herself as i fucked her…i couldn’t take it anymore…i slid another finger into her as i slide my body all the way up hers so that i could kiss her lips deeply. I began to fuck her at a faster pace and her body moved in rythym with mine. i felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and i felt as i f I might nearly cum from the sensation of it all. Her breasts bounced as i began to fuck her harder and both of her hands found their way to my back. I slid a third finger into her and i kissed her passionately. I was filling her up and she was loving every second of it. She was soaked and her hips were moving franticly with my thrusts. I began to kiss her neck and her low moans that were growing louder and louder were turning me on spurning me to fuck her harder faster and deeper. Our bodies were moving together now and i felt her body tense up as i thrust into her..she was going to cum. I alternated the speed and depth of my thrusts until i felt her nails dig into my back. I whispered into her ear “cum all over my fingers baby.” as i felt her tighten. She screamed softly..”oh god Danielle! i am going to cum don’t stop don’t stop! DONT STOP! FUCK!” Her whole body tensed and she began to cum all over my fingers. I had never felt such intimacy with someone. I kissed her gently as her body was still shaking slightly from orgasms. She looked up into my eyes and i knew she was glad that i had showed up. Her fingers played softly through my hair and a smile spread across those luscious lips of hers as she said “and now its time to return the favor!”

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Lucky gets in the way a bit. A story of love with a little bit of Dog

After Suzy had completed the second video shoot We sent the video into the site.

Kim had got quite excited by the action and asked if she could join in.

Not sure if it would be a sensible thing to do at your age. She was still keen. I think she was a bit precocious I think she thought she was being a bit naughty.

We set up the cameras and let Lucky in the bedroom. He didnt try to overpower her. Instead he went up to her and licked her face. Kim ran her hand to his penis and pushed him down on the rug. He lay there while she rubbed his penis which was soon hard. Very hard.

Kim then straddled him and impaled herself on him. She couldn’t take all of him. Then she wrapped her arms and legs round him and pulled Lucky over onto his side. He wrapped his front legs around her slowly moving her up and down as if she was a rag doll.

Wow she looks so tiny. I just wanted to drag her off him. Pretty soon she was starting to come. She had 3 very gentle orgasms before he Knotted in her. After laying with him for a few more minutes she wriggled herself off him.

How was that. Looking really pleased with herself.

Wow that was amazing. I’m not sure I want you to do this again.

Let me please.

I contacted Ian to call round. Not sure if he would be interested in using Kim.

Two days later he called at the door.

First I introduced him to Kim and showed him the clip he was over the moon.

We dont get many young girls who will do this.

I asked how much he would pay. The prices he mentioned were really high Kim was so excited.

I then showed Ian the videos of Suzy being raped and told him what we wanted and told him Suzy was prepared to carry on doing the videos at the same price as Kim as long as he got the rapists to agree to our terms.

Ian said he would sort it.

We had got Suzy a bank account sorted and a few days later the money arrived in her account.

She was over the moon and took us all out to dinner.

during the following week Mum and Suzy did a couple of lesbian videos together. Then Kim said she would like to try that. Well we will think about it.

Luckily school was about to restart after the summer holiday. It turned out me and Kim were in the same class. Mostly Kim ate at our house after school which suited her grandad. He was glad she had found a friend her own age. We spent a lot of time 69 ing. Everyone wondered what was going on between us at school as we would often start giggling over something silly. Little did they Know.

As soon as we had eaten we would be straight up to my room. she delighted in stripping off in front of me and laying naked on the bed with her legs apart the light glistening on her moist cleft. I loved the taste as I slid my tongue in-between her slit.

Mum had bought some condoms and showed me how to use them. She lay me on the bed and then placed my penis in her mouth. Not really needed as I always had a hard on for mum. I made love to her knowing I would not have to pull out or stick it in her bum before I had done.

Wow mum that was nice.

I thought so too she said.

She said if you do it with Kim you must use one. Else just stick to oral sex. How did mum know what were doing.

One day when Suzy was in town with Kim mum came to me and said I think me and Suzy are falling in love.

I thought so. Thats ok.

I dont want her to have this life. she needs a normal life.

Thats ok mum we can get rid of Lucky and stop doing the videos. I sort of have Kim. I think she will miss Lucky.

No I think I need to drive her away so she has a life of her own.

Dont you dare mum look at the mess she got into on her own before. She has a home and a family here.

I’m more than ten years older than her.

She doesn’t care about that. Why dont we see if she can find her old girlfriend on social media.

Ok I will talk to her when she comes back.

Later that afternoon we were searching Facebook when we found her. Suzy was looking at all the Photos of her. She was in tears.

Suzy contacted her and Jenny was over the moon to hear from her. She had a little job and a small rented bedsit. We Asked if she could take a few days off and we would bring her over. Two days

later we drove over with Suzy to pick her up. The two of them sat together in the back as we dove home. They spent virtually the whole trip kissing.

We got home Suzy showed Jenny to the spare room which we had decorated for them.

I dont suppose we will see them for a while. I noticed mum was in tears. I gave her a hug.

It will be ok mum. We will keep in touch with her if she leaves.

A couple of hours later Suzy came down.

Mum I think we are still in love after all this time. If I am going to make a life with jenny I need to tell her everything. If she does not want me after that will I still have a home here. Mum gave her a hug and kissed her. Mum could taste jenny on her lips.

Of course you will.

Suzy went back up to Jenny. An hour later the two of them came down.

Suzy has told me about your unusual family. I dont care about any of that I just need to say thank you for rescuing her. Then she came and hugged me and mum.

We went out for something to eat. The two of them had lots to talk about I kept holding mums arm when I saw she was getting upset.

That night the two of them went to their room and I went in with mum. We lay there hugging each other until we fell asleep.

Two days later we were packing the girls stuff in the car and took them over to jenny’s. It was only about forty miles we could easily go and visit them. When we had got the girls stuff up to the bedsit

Jenny came to me and said pop outside give them a minute to say goodbye. I know this must be difficult for your mum. Then she gave me a kiss and a hug.

Thank you. Tears were running down her cheeks.

Then mum came out and we drove in silence back home.

We sat and had a couple of beers while we watched TV. We went to bed together. Not sure how we would manage tomorrow as Kim was stopping over. In the end the three of us shared the bed.

It would be a couple of days before mum payed any interest in sex. I woke up in the night to mum 69ing me.

Would you let me do that Kim said. I said yes of course.

No I mean your mum.

Mum turned over and started performing oral sex on Kim. Then with me watching between mums legs Kim started using her tongue on mum.

Mum orgasmed a couple of times as did Kim.

Are you trying to replace Suzy.

I can if you want.

Mum turned round and kissed us both.

Nice to have you back mum.

To be continued.

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Damien, Abigail, and their harem of vampiresses receive a shocking gift from Father Augustine.

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 13: Bloody Orgy
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

The vampire Faust stared with fear at the priest. Father Augustine had changed in the time since they first met in the early hours of the morning. The priest was possessed by the demon Jezebel, Faust’s patron, sent to protect him. Augustine’s eyes bored into Faust’s while the priest’s hand gripped Lynette’s black hair, working her mouth up and down his cock.

Lynette was Faust’s vampiress and lover. Her wanton moans twisted Faust’s stomach. Her skimpy, black negligee, worn to please Faust, had hiked over the pale cheeks of her ass, revealing her fingers plunging into her hot pussy.

She was willing.

“Release my vampiress, Priest,” growled Faust. He blustered, but the old vampire knew better than to show fear. Weakness. Especially after seeing the reinforced doors of his office torn open by the supposedly human priest. “Now.”

“Your woman was wet for my cock,” the priest answered, a mocking smile on his lips. “Fickle whore wanted a real cock.”

Faust’s jaw tightened as Lynette moaned again. The tangy of her pussy flooded the room as she orgasmed. Her juices squirted out of her cunt, splashing around her wrist, and staining the expensive marble flooring.

“She is a slave to her lusts,” said the blonde slut standing beside the priest. “Like all women. And the Father’s cock inspires.”

Faust sneered. “Where are your other whores? Did you attend to Damien?” Is the threat against me ended?

“He lives. If you can call your kinds’ existence living.”

“Then why are you here instead of attending to the vampire?”

“Things are different now.” Pleasure crossed the priest’s face. He held Lynette’s head on his cock. Lynette swallowed the priest cum, moaning in delight.

Faust’s enhanced senses heard every last blast of the priest’s cum rushing out of his cock, the streams of jizz splashing into her mouth, the muscles working in her throat as she swallowed every drop, and the long, orgasmic sigh that rose from her depths.

Humiliation smoldered in the vampire. My woman.

“Explain, Priest,” Faust growled, pushing down his fear. He was beyond such weakness. He was beyond human frailty. Faust advanced. “Explain, Priest, why I shouldn’t rip your head off for your effrontery.”

This is my kingdom he treads upon, my subjects he uses.

Lynette kept sucking as Faust stood over the priest. Her eyes were glazed with bliss, her fingers still fucked her dripping cunt. The priest stared up at Faust without fear. Father Augustine’s blue eyes were a storming sea about to crash over the vampire and drown him.

“Your perverse kind do not deserve to walk this world,” growled the priest. “You had your chance, Faust, but you have failed. You have caused this doom to fall upon you by your own actions. She is not happy.”

“Jezebel?” swallowed the priest.

Lynette moaned as she came again.

“How can you provide her with her tribute when all those you’ve corrupted are dead by your own folly? You created Damien and provoked him.” The priest grabbed Lynette’s hair and ripped her off his cock. He rose and seized Faust’s throat.

Iron gripped the vampire. The priest lifted him from the ground.

“A-are you going t-to kill me?” choked the vampire. Surely that squeaking voice can’t be mine. I’m a conquerer. A lord. I do not beg. “Please. I c-can still furnish the tributes.”

“So can I.”

The priest’s hand burned. His body beat with so much life. “I can still serve. I-I can aide you.” Stop being weak. “P-please, Father.”

“I do not need your filthy kind serving me.”

Faust’s eyes flicked to Lynette. “I c-can be useful.”

“Yes, you can be.” A smile crossed the priest’s face. Another weak, human emotion rose in Faust’s breast.

Hope.

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Britney Lawson couldn’t help the excited, giddy bubbles churning her stomach. The thrall to Damien couldn’t wait for her mother to wake up from her change as a beautiful vampiress. We’ll serve Damien forever and ever.

Her giddiness almost interfered in her job. She was in the back of the large SUV Rosa had stolen. The vampiress was beside Britney, stringing up the black sheet to cut off the back of the SUV from the driver seat, shielding the rear from the sun’s pure rays. There were six vampires in Britney’s dark family—her master Damien, his sultry wife Abigail, Britney’s best friend Mary, Rosa, and Samantha and Britney’s mother. The last two both underwent the change from life into undeath. Out of the six, only Rosa had the gift of daywalking.

Only she could withstand the direct light of the sun’s pure rays.

Britney, her nipples both aching as the bite wounds from Rosa and Mary adorning her areolas healed, painted the windows in the back of the SUV black. Paint from coating the windows of their safe house remained. She was careful, making sure every inch of the window was covered. She would not allow for her master or his vampiresses to burn.

“Hand me the other sheet,” Rosa commanded, the Latina vampiress’s words cold.

Little humanity lingered in Rosa. She was merciless. Mary had whispered to Britney how Rosa had killed in the mansion while rescuing Abigail. She had enjoyed it, coating herself in all the wonderful blood. Whenever Rosa looked at Britney it was a lioness gazing at a gazelle.

She wants to devour me.

The thought made Britney wet. The young woman loved to be devoured.

“Here,” Britney smiled, handing over the sheet.

“You’re wet,” Rosa said. “I can smell it through your clothing. Is it me?”

“Yes,” Britney moaned. “I’m such a slut for vampires.”

Rosa laughed and let out a hungry purr.

“I can feel it,” Britney continued. “You want to pin me to the floor and drain every drop of my blood. You want to feel my pulse flutter and still. To drink my blood while the warmth fades from my body.”

“So much,” Rosa moaned.

“That’s why I’m wet.”

“The danger?”

Britney shook her head as she dipped her roller into paint pan. “The thrill of being fed on, to feel my life spill into another. It’s such a drug. Like sex. Every time I’m fed on, this rush shots through me—what if it is the last time? What if my Master decides to drain me all the way?”

“He never would. Damien’s too soft to kill one of his women.”

“He’s not soft.” Britney fixed an angry glare at the vampiress.

“Only with his women. He still loves.” Rosa snorted. “I learned as a child how foolish that emotion was.”

Rosa stared at Britney, the vampiress’s tongue flicking across her lips. Damien’s commands held her in check. She was wild, straining at the leash, eager to feast and slay. Britney squeezed her thighs together as death stared at her.

I would cum so hard as she drained me.

The door to the SUV opened and Vickie, Damien’s other thrall, climbed in. The Black girl’s face was flushed with pain, and she pressed her hand to her belly. In the fight, Shannon had shot Vickie. That was before Abigail had subdued and turned Shannon.

“Master is growing impatient,” Vickie said, wincing as she bent down to grab the paintbrush. She turned to the back window.

“It’s coming along,” Rosa said as she attached the second sheet, ensuring no sunlight would slip by into the back. “I’ll go open the club up.”

The vampiress slipped out the open door into the sunlight streaming through the alley. Her clothing was torn and bloodied. Father Augustine, the priest from my parish church, had attacked Rosa this morning. To escape, she had thrown herself through a window at her office. The vampiress walked to a padlocked loading door. A club called Risqué lay beneath the loft Damien had chosen as his lair.

Rosa snapped off the padlock and ripped open the door. It rattled as it rolled up. Inside, Damien waited with the other vampiresses beneath a hole ripped through the flooring. Rosa climbed back in the SUV, started it up, and drove it into the parking garage.

Paint slopped. Britney sighed.

“We’re almost done, Master,” Britney reported as she rolled the paint over the final window. There were so many of them. Humans wanted to see out in the world.

“The back is safe for you, Sire,” Rosa said, a hint of malice in her words. She was disappointed it was safe. She itched at her leash.

Damien nodded. He had Britney’s mother—a busty, mature blonde—slung in his arms. Britney was eager for her mother to wake up. What did Father Augustine do to you and Shannon? Why were you so strong and swift?

Shannon, a woman a few years older than the eighteen-year-old Britney, lay draped over Abigail’s shoulder. Britney knew Shannon from church. The young woman’s wedding was next week. I guess that’s not happening. She has a new man in her life.

Britney giggled as Abigail threw Shannon’s body into the car. The young woman’s glasses almost came askew. Britney leaned down and adjusted them then gave Shannon a quick kiss on the lips, stroking her fair cheek.

“A car’s approaching,” Damien said, his back straightening. He drew the sawed-off shotgun he carried. Abigail produced the 9mm automatic handgun she looted off of Shannon. She carried it with practice ease.

Britney’s heart beat faster as a vehicle’s tires squealed as it turned into the alley. A black SUV, the windows tinted too dark to see through, pulled up to the open door. A huge, blond man stepped out. I gaped. The man had muscles on his muscles and almost no neck.

Abigail hissed, “You.”

“We come with a peace offering,” the man said with a thick, German accent.

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Abigail D’Angelo kept her gun aimed on the German, as she called the blond brute. “There is nothing Faust could offer us to buy peace. Not after what he did.”

Anger burned in the vampiress. Memories of being attack, being fed on while Faust fucked her, turning and chaining her. She remembered killing her own husband, drinking his blood and turning him into a vampire on Faust’s orders then having to fuck her Sire in front of Damien. His cries of shame and rage echoed through her mind as he had struggled to break free of his bonds.

I came so hard, so many times. Faust emasculated my husband, and I was the knife.

She pressed her finger to the trigger. It had a 3 lb. pull. She put two on it. A hairsbreadth more and she would put three silver rounds into the thrall’s chest. The German ignored the weapon as Damien moved closer, his shotgun held before him.

“The only thing I want from Faust is his head,” Damien snarled, such hatred in his voice.

Even in high school, before Vincent preyed on their friends—on Lynette!—and they became vampire hunters, Abigail had found her husband’s strength so sexy. He made her wet. She surrendered her virginity to him. And a decade-and-a-half spent hunting vampires, honing his skills, his strength, kept her desire flowing.

And now as a vampire, he was so strong, so powerful. He would not compromise. Only Faust’s death would satisfy them.

“The peace offering isn’t from Faust,” the German said. He wrenched open the back of the van. Faust lay inside, thrown on the floor like a sack of potatoes, his body wrapped in chains.

Abigail let out a shocked gasped. “You’re his thrall,” she said as the German reached in and seized Faust. “What is going on?”

“We serve the priest now,” answered the German. He threw Faust through the doorway. Chains rattled as the vampire rolled to Damien’s feet. “Father Augustine doesn’t want to be your enemy. He’ll be your ally or you can simply walk away.”

“P-please,” whined Faust. “Abigail, set me free.”

Abigail arched an eyebrow, then her foot latched out, planting in the vampire’s stomach. His grunt sent a surge of excitement through her. She pointed her gun at his belly, aimed between the loops of chains, and fired.

Faust howled as the silver bullets penetrated his stomach. The wounds burned, smoke hissing. His agony sang through her heart. Abigail’s pussy grew wet. Her excitement dripped down her thighs as she savored the scent of his blood mixed with the gunpowder. The brass shells tinkled as they bounced across the cement floor.

What a beautiful melody.

“Faust is yours to deal with,” the German said, closing the SUV’s side door.

Damien put his booted foot on Faust’s neck, pressing down hard. “And my angel?”

The German furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t know anything about an angel.”

“Father Augustine destroyed her.” A snarl crossed Damien’s lips. His fangs bared. “He has to answer for her death.”

“You’re welcome to try,” the German shrugged. “But the priest is not someone you want to make enemies with.” He climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV, sunlight falling across his face. The SUV’s tires squealed as it roared down the alleyway and out of sight.

“P-please,” sobbed Faust. “Please, I c-can help. I-I know how—”

His words cut off as Damien crushed his windpipe. “What happened to the arrogant prick? What happened to all your power?”

“Father…Augustine…” the vampire choked out. “He…he…not…human…”

Abigail aimed at the priest’s kneecap and flicked the selector switch on the 9mm to single shot. She fired a single shot. His kneecap exploded. His howls were so sweet. Abigail pressed her thighs together and fired at his other kneecap.

Damien turned to Abigail, his nose flaring. He can smell my excitement.

“Throw the filth in the back of the SUV,” Damien barked, pulling Abigail to him.

The vampiress trembled as his arms went around her body. She gasped as she pressed against him. Her thighs parted, rubbing her naked cunt on his black, combat pants. Her clit rasped as she humped, her flesh aching. Faust howled and blubbered behind her.

“There’s so much he can tell us,” moaned Abigail as her nipples rubbed into her husband’s chest, tingling on the cloth. “We’ll have to extract it from him.”

“Yes,” Damien growled, his cock hard against her thigh. She rubbed her flesh against him as she humped. Such delicious bliss rippled through her body. His hands seized her thighs. “We’ll have to be thorough.”

His mouth kissed her hard. His hands lifted her ass. She through her legs around his waist, holding him tight, grinding directly on his cock. Her blood pumped fast, her excitement growing. The scent of Faust’s blood and smoking flesh propelled her lusts. She moaned into the kiss as her clit rubbed up and down on his pants, scraping across rough fabric.

Delicious pleasure roared through her. Faust howled again as Mary and Rosa threw him in the back of the SUV. Damien followed, holding his wife. She groaned as he stretched her down beside the screaming, howling, pathetic vampire. Her red hair fanned out, crimson tendrils reaching in all directions, brushing Faust.

Damien’s hands squeezed her tits. He broke the kiss and she groaned, humping harder against him as he twisted her nipples. Her back arched as the bliss seared through her body. Rosa and Vickie climbed into the front seats.

“Take us to a safe house,” Damien growled at Rosa as she started the SUV.

“Yes, Sire.”

“We’re going to inflict so much pain on you,” Abigail gasped to Faust as Damien leaned down and sucked on her nipple. Delight shot through her.

And then Damien bit.

“Oh, yes, so much agony.” Abigail’s eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through her body. Damien’s teeth were in her, minicocks penetrating her body. Her blood flowed into his mouth as he sucked and worshiped her nub.

“They’re going to hurt you so badly,” Britney giggled, a silver-plated knife in hand. Then she cut Faust’s cheek. “Master wants you to suffer.”

“Ooh, I have to try,” Mary giggled, taking the knife from Britney’s hand and leaving another smoking wound on the vampire’s flesh.

“Yes,” Abigail gasped, savoring Faust’s pain as Damien suckled on her breast.

She ran her hands through Damien’s dark-brown, short hair. His hungry eyes flashed up at hers as he feasted. He released her right nipple, leaving bleeding wounds behind, the crimson trailing across her pale flesh, and moved over to her left.

He bite.

She came.

“Yes!” screamed Abigail as her pleasure burst through her. She bucked and shuddered beneath Damien. Her pussy humped against his flesh. Her moans echoed through the back of the SUV. She bucked and undulated, grunting with each explosion of her pleasure. It was so sweet. It rushed through her body, driving her wild with his touch.

“Damien, yes!”

Her blood flowed into his mouth as he played with her nipple. Her juice gushed from her pussy, soaking into his clothing as she humped her hot cunt against him. Every breath through her nose carried the scents of Faust’s agony. A heady aroma.

Britney leaned over, licking at the trickles of blood leaking from Abigail’s right breast. The thrall latched on, sucking as the wound healed. Abigail groaned and gasped, both her nipples bursting with pleasure.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Keep making him howl, Mary.”

“I will,” laughed the vampiress.

Faust screamed almost as loud as Abigail moaned. She thrashed on the carpet of the SUV, her orgasm driving towards a peak of bliss. Damien sucked harder while his strong hands roamed her body, teasing her.

Abigail licked her lips, turning her head and staring at Britney’s heaving tits in her low-cut top. “I need to feed, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As Damien worked his way down Abigail’s body, biting her, leaving bloody kisses behind, Britney freed a large, round tit from her blouse. The young blonde brandished a pink nipple beading with milk. Her areola had healed from Rosa and Mary’s feeding earlier.

Abigail engulfed nipple and areola, knifing her fangs into Britney’s flesh. She let out an orgasmic sigh and stroked Abigail’s hair as the vampiress fed. She sucked mouthfuls of blood and milk mixed together, feasting on the motherly drink.

Two different forms of life mixed together.

“That’s it, Mistress,” cooed Britney, sounding like a young mother. “Mmm, drink it all down.”

Damien’s hungry eyes were on her as he knelt between her spread thighs. She slid her legs, her knees forming a pair of chevrons flanking him. Damien bit into her thigh. Sharp, hot pain flared through her.

Abigail moaned about Britney’s nipple.

“Such a beautiful sight,” Damien said, watching the blood trickle down Abigail’s thigh towards her pussy. She felt the trickle as her body heaved. It reached her pubic hair, mixing with the fiery bush.

I bet that must be a beautiful sight.

Damien licked the blood down her thigh, his tongue’s caress sending a wicked shudder through her body. She moaned and arched her back. His lips found her pussy. He licked through her folds, teasing her excited flesh.

“She loves it, Master,” cooed Britney. “She sucks so hard when you lick her pussy.”

Faust howled again. Fresh blood burned in the air.

Abigail humped her pussy into her husband’s devouring mouth. He licked and nuzzled, feasting on her flesh. Her pussy clenched. She groaned, a desperate hunger in her depths. She had to be filled. To be used and fucked.

She didn’t need her pussy eaten.

“Fuck me,” Abigail hissed, releasing Britney’s nipple. “Ram that big, thick cock in me, Damien. I need it. Pound me. Oh, I’m so horny.”

Mary laughed as Faust howled.

“Pound me. Make me scream louder than Faust.”

“Yes,” Damien growled, his lips smeared with her pussy juices.

Damien mounted Abigail as he unzipped his fly. With the dexterity of a vampire, he produced his dick and slammed into her depths. She groaned as her pussy embraced his shaft. She clamped down on his thrusting girth, rocking to him as their lips met, sharing the flavor of blood, milk, and pussy juices.

“Oh, pound her, Master,” Britney smiled, her breast still out, oozing blood and dripping with milk.

“Make him howl,” Damien growled as he pounded his wife.

The SUV rocked as Rosa drove it through Chicago. Damien’s thrusts were powerful. His dick slammed into Abigail’s cunt. His groin bruised her labia. Such sweet agony shot through her. She hissed through her teeth as Faust’s howls grew louder.

“Ooh, look at how he twists when I do this,” Britney chortled in her innocent voice.

“That’s so hot,” Mary agreed.

Abigail bucked her hips into her husband’s thrusts. They kissed and moaned as their bodies heaved together, driving towards their mutual climaxes. His balls smacked into her. His hands squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples. His dick reamed her cunt.

The pleasure rippled through Abigail. Her clit ached every time Damien slammed into her depths. Powerful sparks flooded through her body. They crashed inside of her depths. She groaned and spasmed, drinking in the bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, Damien, pound me. Make me cum so fucking hard! I love it.”

“Just listen to his agony,” Damien growled in her ear. “His suffering. He tried to destroy us.”

“And failed!”

Her pussy clenched on his cock. Faust screamed and thrashed. Blood spurted, splashing across Abigail’s face. She licked her lips, tasting the blood of her Sire, her enemy. Her back arched. Her body tensed.

She exploded.

Abigail thrashed beneath her husband. Her pussy writhed about his cock, milking him, pleasuring him. She gasped and grunted, her fingernails scraping across the tough cloth of his black combat fatigues. Her pussy spasmed about his dick. He fucked her harder, driving his cock into her depths.

The pleasure rippled out of her. Sweet bliss. It drowned her mind. Her senses came alive. Every gasp of Faust, every inhalation of his blood, every thrust of Damien’s cock, every caress of her husband’s hand drove Abigail higher and higher.

She screamed in wordless pleasure. Rapture had carried her beyond intelligence. She groaned and gasped. Her thighs clenched about his waists as she bucked into his thrusts. Her clit burst with pleasure every time he slammed into her.

He kept her orgasm alive.

Her head lolled. A silver knife flashed. Blood spurted. Faust howled.

Abigail’s orgasm swelled even higher. The world fuzzed around her. She drifted on pleasure.

“Savor your revenge,” Damien growled in her ear. “Savor it.”

He bit her lobe. She shuddered at the new sensation crashing bliss through her. His dick buried into her depths. His cum spilled into her body.

And the entire time, Faust cried and blubbered.

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“No one will be coming here,” Rosa said as Damien D’Angel stepped out of the SUV dragging the bloody Faust with him. Mary and Britney had used the silver dagger all over his body. “After what happened this morning at my office, I doubt any of my coworkers are showing houses.”

Damien nodded. They were in the suburb of Chicago in a foreclosed house. The garage was empty of anything, the cement slab stained with oil spots. The chains rattled as he hauled Faust to the wall and threw him into the corner.

“Rosa, Mary, string him up against the wall.”

“Yes, Sire,” both vampiresses said.

Rosa stripped naked as she walked over, unveiling her gorgeous, Latina flesh, her ass swaying. Abigail pressed up against Damien. He was naked. Abigail had ripped off his clothing before they fucked again in the car ride over. He breathed in her scent, mixed with the salty musk of his seed dripping out of her cunt.

“Just like he strung you up,” she purred.

“I won’t be stupid enough to leave without making sure he’s dead.”

Abigail nuzzled into his neck. “You always were thorough.” Her hand found his dick. “Can I torture him. After what he did to me.”

Anger burned in her voice. “It’s my gift to you,” Damien answered. “Our anniversary is coming up.”

Abigail gave a wicked giggle. “Did you remember for once?”

His hand squeezed her ass then pushed her forward. Mary and Rosa worked swiftly. Mary’s enhanced speed helped out. They had his bleeding, burned body unwrapped and used the chains to hang him by the wrists from the garage’s rafters. He dangled, slumped.

“We need to know the layout of your building’s security,” Abigail said.

Damien watched his wife interrogate Faust. His dick thrust hard before him. Vickie and Britney knelt on the floor, their lips kissing his dick, their vanilla and chocolate cheeks pressed together as their tongues flicked and licked his cock. Nearby, Rosa and Mary sixty-nined, satiating their lusts.

Damien stroked their hair as Abigail worked the silver knife through Faust’s flesh.

The pathetic vampire spilled all his details. He blubbered the entire time, his body shaking. Damien savored his enemy’s humiliation. Faust had fallen hard. He thought himself at the apex of the world and reality had taught him differently.

He was weak.

“The priest is possessed,” he blubbered, “Jezebel has made him into something more than human. He’s nephilim.”

“Nephilim?” Abigail frowned. “Like from the old testament.”

Blood spattered his wife’s body. It dripped down her curves, highlighting them in the artificial light of the garage. She rubbed a nipple with her left forefinger, circling her areola as she studied Faust. Damien’s dick ached.

Britney and Vickie moaned as they pleasured him.

“Speak.”

“It’s ancient,” sobbed Faust. “Jezebel captured an angel somehow. The combined union of Heaven and Perdition changed the priest. He’s stronger than a human, than a vampire. He is powerful. Unstoppable. Nephilim are dangerous. He took my vampiress, my thralls. They fell before his power. They betrayed me.

“And they’ll betray you, Damien!” Faust’s eyes sought out Damien’s. “Your women will serve him, fuck him. Abigail will become so wet. She’ll bend over and beg for his cock to sodomize her ass before you. I controlled her last time, but the priest…he’ll make her his willing slave. She’ll be helpless.”

“I would never,” Abigail hissed and slashed the knife across the priest’s chest, leaving a smoking, bleeding wound behind.

“Mine did,” Faust wept. “She didn’t hesitate. She sucked his cock. She worshiped him. And so will you and the other whores.”

“We would never,” Britney gasped. “We love Master.”

“Uh-huh,” Vickie moaned then swallowed Damien’s cock. Pleasure rushed through you.

“Of course your whore and your servants betrayed you,” laughed Abigail. “You never inspired loyalty. Your servants feared you. They never loved you. But Damien’s a better vampire. He everything you are not.”

Damien’s hand tightened in Vickie’s hair as he fucked her mouth. He heard the love in Abigail’s words. He knew the truth of her statements. Father Augustine would never steal my women from me.

“You say the demon’s stole my angel’s powers?” Damien growled. “Is she dead?”

“The angel?” groaned Faust. “No. She’s imprisoned, somewhere in the priest’s soul.” Faust licked blood-flecked lips. “You have an angel?”

“I tamed her,” laughed Damien, thrusting harder, remembering Aurora’s beauty. “I dominated her and made her sing for me.”

Damien’s dick ached in Vickie’s mouth. His shaft dived down her throat. She moaned her enjoyment as his balls smacked her chin. She hummed and swallowed, pleasuring his cock as he savored his triumph.

“I claimed an angel, Faust,” snarled Damien. “And the priest took her. I don’t care what the fuck he is. I will tear him apart. I will rip out his entrails to find my angel.”

“Yes,” Britney moaned.

“You’ll loose,” Faust shouted. “You’ll—”

His words cut off in a bloody gurgle. Abigail sawed the knife into his throat. Blood spurted, spraying her body as she cut more and more of the vampire’s head off. Abigail moaned, her asscheeks clenching as she writhed her hips.

Damien’s thrusts grew harder as Faust died. Abigail’s knife parted his flesh then sawed through bone. With a snarl of triumph, Abigail lifted Faust’s head and turned to Damien. She held her prize aloft, blood smearing her breasts.

“Yes,” Damien snarled and came down Vickie’s throat. He held the thrall’s head as cum spurted from his dick. The pleasure rushed through him. Faust was dead.

Abigail tossed his head to the side and walked to him. She rubbed her hands up her belly, smearing the blood. Behind her, Rosa and Mary rushed to Faust’s corpse, drinking the blood from his neck, moaning their delight.

“We’ll crush the priest,” Abigail purred, pressing her blood-stained body against Damien. “Faust was weak. Frail. Father Augustine will pay for stealing Aurora.”

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Abigail gasped as she laid on the cold garage floor. The cement leached the heat from her body as she squirmed, rubbing the blood smeared flesh across her body. Damien, Britney, Vicky, Mary, and Rosa fell on her, licking Faust’s blood from her skin.

“So good,” Britney panted, her tongue licking at the blood staining Abigail’s thighs.

“Yes,” Rosa panted, the vampiress nuzzling at Abigail’s neck. Her tongue licked up and down Abigail’s neck, gathering Faust’s blood.

Damien lapped at the blood on her stomach. Abigail shuddered. Her thighs pressed together, working her clit as the five tongues bathed her body. Her sensitive skin savored every lick and flick, the pleasure rushing down her body as she relieved the moment of killing Faust, the slice of the knife through his flesh and the spurt of his blood bathing her body.

Vickie nuzzled at Abigail’s face. The Black woman kissed and licked. Their lips met. Abigail savored Faust’s salty blood on the thrall’s lips. She squirmed and groaned, her body teased. Mary found Abigail’s right nipple, sucking the blood off and making her squeal.

“Father Augustine would never make me his slut,” gasped Mary. “Even if the priest does fuck good.”

“You fucked the priest?” Abigail moaned.

“At the church before I was turned,” Mary moaned. “I seduced him. He fucked me on the altar. It was so hot. But I’m Damien’s now.”

“Yes,” Rosa snarled between licks. “Damien’s. Not some old priests.”

Britney’s tongue licked down Abigail’s thigh and brushed her pussy. The vampiress groaned. Such sweet ecstasy rushed through her body. She squirmed on the concrete as the harem feasted on Faust’s unlife, his essence.

Lips sucked on both her nipples. Britney tongued deep into Abigail’s snatch, gathering up Damien’s jizz. Abigail gasped and squirmed. Damien’s tongue teased her belly button, gathering the blood pooling there. Abigail trembled, her every breath full of Faust’s salty blood.

“That smells so good,” a new voice purred.

“Mother,” squealed Britney in delight as Donna Lawson pressed between Abigail’s thighs next to her daughter. Two blonde heads leaned down to lap at Abigail’s pussy, mother’s and daughter’s cheeks pressed together.

“So good,” Donna groaned between licks of Abigail’s pussy.
“That’s Master’s cum in there,” purred Britney. “Isn’t it wonderful, Mom?”

“Yes.”

The pair kissed. Abigail groaned at the incestuous sound. Their lips smacked together. Abigail groaned again. Her eyes rolled back in her head as mother and daughter resumed licking her pussy. Donna flicked and flailed Abigail’s clit while Britney probed Abigail’s sheath, searching for more of Damien’s cum.

“Oh, yummy,” Samantha purred. “You are covered in delicious blood, Dam.”

Abigail turned her head and smiled at Samantha, the first vampiress Abigail had turn. She had sired the young woman. She was her Dam. The young woman pushed up her glasses and nuzzled at Abigail’s stomach, licking on the side Damien hadn’t covered.

“Fuck,” Damien growled. His dick thrust hard before him. He moved behind his thrall, seizing Vickie’s chocolate hips. He slammed his cock into her asshole.

“Master,” Vickie moaned in delight. She nuzzled into Abigail’s neck as she bucked her hips. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass.”

Mother’s and daughter’s tongues attacking Abigail’s pussy drove the vampiress over the edge. Her body heaved. Her pleasure crashed through her body. She screamed out her triumphant bliss as she flooded Britney and Donna’s faces with her cream.

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Damien slammed his cock into the velvet grip of Vickie’s ass. Her plump, chocolate butt-cheeks jiggled every time he buried his dick into her depths. Her bowels clenched on him and she moaned into Abigail’s neck.

The lust of Faust’s death gripped Damien. Blood stained lips. His hips hammered his thrall. She groaned and gasped, bucking and shuddering, loving every moment of his thrusts. Abigail moaned with her, cumming on the lips of the vampiresses.

Mother’s and daughter’s blonde hair spilled about each other as they feasted on Abigail’s snatch. The taboo sight inspired Damien. His dick ached in the embrace of Vickie’s ass. Her bowels clenched and relaxed on his girth.

Only snarls escaped Damien’s lips. The bloodlust gripped him. It left no room for coherency. His moans and grunts joined the vampiresses’ and thralls’. Everyone purred and moaned, swept up in the excitement.

“Yes, yes, yes, Master,” gasped Vickie as she bucked her hips back. “Pound my ass.”

“Flood the little slut’s bowels,” panted Abigail, her green eyes fluttering. Blood smeared her cheeks, most licked up by the hungry women.

Damien roared. Faust was dead. Father Augustine would be next.

His balls smacked into Vickie’s taint. Each meaty thwack reminded Damien they brimmed with his seed. Vickie panted and moaned as she undulated her hips. She gripped him. She clenched and relaxed about his dick, massaging him, eager for his seed.

My slut.

The thought echoed over and over through Damien’s mind. He owned Vickie. She had surrendered herself to him. His strokes grew faster, his passion boiling through him. He grunted and snarled, lips coated in Faust’s blood.

His enemy’s blood.

I won.

Damien slammed his dick into Vickie’s bowels. His cock unloaded. Damien howled like a beast as his cum fountained into her bowels. His fingers clawed at her flesh. Fresh blood filled his nose as the rapture seized his body.

Damien buried into her. His cum flooded out of his body. Each blast brought him higher. He reached nirvana for a brilliant heartbeat. Perfect pleasure. Perfect Rapture. And then crashed back to the world, sucking in breaths.

“Master,” squealed Vickie, her bowels spasming about his dick as she came.

Damien surveyed the garage, smiling at his harem as they feasted and loved. Britney and Donna’s lips met, sharing their incestuous passion, their bodies writhing together. Damien remembered the intensity of Donna’s blood, somehow flavored by the demonic Jezebel. Samantha and Mary tribbed, humping their pussies together. Abigail feasted on Rosa’s cunt.

My harem will crush Father Augustine.

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Britney’s heart beat for joy as she kissed her mother. Their lips locked together, their tongues licking, sharing the tart musk of Abigail’s pussy mixed with Damien’s salty cum. Her mother’s body was cool, a vampire’s unlife. Britney twisted, hugging her mother and sharing her warmth.

Mother’s and daughter’s large, pillowy tits pressed together and then their clits brushed. Donna rolled Britney onto her back. The young woman shuddered as her mother undulated and writhed, pressing their pussies together.

Britney broke the kiss. “We’re his, Mother. His!”

“Yes,” moaned Donna, her fangs flashing behind her ruby lips. “You smell so warm. So alive, baby-girl.”

“I am, Mom,” Britney gasped, loving their clits rubbing together. Her mother fucked her the way only a woman could fuck another. Britney dug her fingers into her mother’s writhing butt-cheeks. Then Britney turned and lifted her head, offering her neck to her vampiress mother. “Feed.”

Rapture flooded Britney as her mother’s fangs sank into her neck. Britney’s heart beat faster, eager to pump blood into her mother’s mouth. Donna moaned, sucking the blood gushing into her mouth. Her hips undulated faster, grinding against Britney’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mom,” gasped Britney. “Feed from me. Grow strong. I love you.”

“Love you,” moaned Donna before she latched onto her daughter’s neck again.

The garage spun about Britney as the rapture of being fed on mixed with the heady rush of bloodlust. Her thrall body fought to keep up with the flow of blood. Britney shuddered, humping into her mother’s pussy.

Will she drain me dry?

Britney moaned again, flirting with death as her mother drank her blood. The young woman’s pussy ground into her mother’s. Their clits brushed and rubbed together. The feeding heightened Britney’s senses. Everything felt so wonderful and amazing as her life poured into her mother’s mouth. She was so aware of Donna’s breasts pressed on hers, the silk of her mother’s stomach, the brush of their hard clits and wet folds of their pussy.

It all built inside Britney. The world fuzzed as her heart labored to keep up with her mother’s hungry feast. Donna moaned as she suckled. She swallowed. Her cheeks hollowed. Britney savored the wonderful sound.

“Master!” she moaned as her orgasm burst inside of her.

Rapture flooded through Britney’s body. She gasped and writhed beneath her mother. The world growing blacker and blacker as ecstasy consumed her. Britney hurtled into the stratosphere of passion. She went higher and higher, drifting in bliss.

“Don’t drain her dry,” snarled Damien, ripping Donna’s mouth from Britney’s throat. “That’s my slut.”

“His,” Britney purred as her head swam.

Damien’s cock appeared above her face. She tried to focus on it, but the pleasure gripped her. It made her spasm and groan. Britney gasped as Damien rammed his cock into Donna’s mouth. The sour scent of Vickie’s ass brushed Britney’s nose.

“Clean his cock,” she slurred, another wave of bliss washing through her. “Clean Master’s cock, Mom.”

Donna kept tribbing Britney. Mother ground her clit into daughter’s flesh. Britney shuddered as her thoughts grew clearer. The rapture still gripped her. She writhed and moaned. She kissed and nibbled at her mother’s neck as the wound on her neck closed.

Britney wouldn’t die today. She had flirted with death and escaped with her pleasure.

“Suck his cock, Mom,” moaned Britney, humping against her mother’s cunt. She squeezed Donna’s ass. “Suck his cock and cum, Mom. Let me feel you cum. I want to feel your juices wash over my cunt.”

“Fuck,” Damien groaned. “Keep humping against your daughter. Cum on her.”

Donna moaned about Damien’s cock. The mother shuddered on her daughter. Britney smiled. Her hands slid up her mother’s thighs and seized her tits. Britney squeezed them. I nursed from these tits as a child. Britney brought them to her lips and suckled. Britney loved her mother’s nipple, worrying it with her lips and nipping it with her teeth.

Donna spasmed. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. Britney’s mother came hard. Juices flooded Britney’s cunt. Britney sucked harder on her mother’s breast, savoring the wicked delight of her mother’s orgasm.

“Mother and daughter,” panted Damien. “Share it. Share it with your daughter.” Damien tossed back his head and came.

Britney popped her lips off her mother’s nipple and smiled as Donna’s cheeks bulged. Cum dripped off her lips. Donna lowered her head down and kissed Britney hard. She thrust her tongue into Britney’s mouth, swapping cum. Britney shuddered and a small orgasm rippled through her body as she shared her Master’s cum with her mother.

“I’m so glad we get to serve him together,” smiled Britney.

“Me, too,” her mother smiled. “He’s quite the man.”

“More than Dad?”

“So much more,” shuddered Donna. And then she kissed Britney again.

Britney held her vampiress mother as they shared an incestuous kiss, her heart beating for joy.

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Damien stared out the open door of the garage. The sun set behind the house. A long shadow stretched before Damien, shielding him from the sun. He stared at the Chicago skyline rising over the house across the street.

He stared at Faust Tower.

His angel was in there. Tonight, he would save her. The plan was set. Everyone knew their parts. It would be the hunt to end all hunts.

“No hunter has ever killed a nephilim,” Abigail purred as she stepped up to Damien. “It’s been 3000 years since one walked the earth.”

He smiled. “We always were the best.”

Abigail laughed and kissed her husband hard. It was almost time to leave. The night belonged to the vampires. They would instruct Father Augustine not to tread in it.

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Father Augustine grunted as he fucked his cock into Lynette’s tight ass. The vampiress gasped and shuddered, her black hair spilling about her shoulders. He pressed her against the window of Faust’s office.

My office.

The glass flexed as he pounded Lynette. They stared to the north at Lake Michigan. The sun set to the west, its rays unable to reach Lynette’s flesh. She gasped and shuddered, her bowels gripping his cock.

The office reeked of sex. The priest had every attractive woman that worked in Faust Towers sent to the office. Dozens of them lay scattered about the room, half-conscious, fucked by his insatiable cock. No matter how many he fucked, it wasn’t enough.

His sin could never be drained.

Lynette screamed her orgasm. He thrust into the depths of her spasming bowels and unloaded his cum. It flooded her ass. She groaned, her breasts sliding across the glass as she shuddered. The pleasure boiled through him. Such power he had.

He ripped his still-hard dick from her ass. The vampires swayed.

“It’s time,” Father Augustine growled. “Damien will be coming for me. Faust will have spilled all his secrets.”

“Then why did you hand him over?” Lynette panted.

Joy fell to her knees before the priest and swallowed his filthy cock. “Because the peace offering had to be made,” the priest growled. The feminine voice insisted. “And besides, there is nothing Damien can do to stop me.”

“Yes, Father,” Lynette smiled. “Nothing.”

The vampiress gained her strength and strolled through the room, stepping over the stupefied women lying in puddles of the priest’s cum. Father Augustine closed his eyes and pictured Damien’s harem.

Abigail. Mary. Britney. The Black girl. Rosa. Shannon. Donna. The priest would have them all. Four vampiresses and two thralls to join his harem.

His cock erupted into Joy’s sucking mouth.

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Aurora thrashed at the prison inside Jezebel’s soul. Nothing she did could help her escape. She was blind to the world. The only thing that escaped Aurora was her lust. It flowed into Jezebel and then into the priest.

He drinks my power. He gluts on it.

“Please, save me, Damien,” she called out, clawing at Jezebel’s soul. It was useless. She was trapped. Weak. As fast as she regained her energy, Jezebel stole it. “Please!”

Her only answer was Jezebel’s malicious, triumphant laughter.

To be continued…

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I had been Mike (Mr Carter’s) secretary for about 3 years now and really enjoyed the job. The pay wasn’t all that brilliant but it did get me out the house

New Mother
By anon y mouse

This is a work o fiction and does not rperesent anyone in particular if you are offended by this story hey its just a story dont read it

Chapter 1

My name is Kaitlin Mundy. I am 23 years of age. I had been Mike (Mr Carter’s) secretary for about 3 years now and really enjoyed the job. The pay wasn’t all that brilliant but it did get me out the house routine and did make a difference to our budget. In fact truth to say without this little job James (my husband) and I would be on Poor Street.
The difference wasn’t huge but allowed a little more freedom and as we did not have children even after 6 years of marriage there was no one at home that needed my attentions and I got to meet some interesting people. I also got staff discount at the store which helped.
I often did some overtime to help if things were bad Mike understood my situation and would try and give me the overtime he could afford but trade had been slow recently and everyone was pulling in their belts.
It’s since they re-routed the highway he would curse and it did seem to have the affect a lot of the traders in our small town relied on the passing trade and now it had gone. Some had even gone bankrupt and the boarded up shops were proof of the pudding. Mikes department store had only survived because he had taken over the hardware store as it closed and incorporated that into his own as well as allowing the Barber to rent a space, this gave folks more reason to visit and would browse while waiting for the haircut.
The town councillors’ of course had not seen this coming in their lack of judgement had not objected to the highway’s department plan. As our town leaders they let us down badly and were now paying the price. In return for the highway being re-routed they had been granted permission to build a plant on the edge of town which meant more houses to be built for the workers and the extra inhabitants would have made the scheme viable except when the plant bosses heard the highway was being diverted they withdrew their plans and our little community was left high and dry.
I looked out the office window and surveyed the parking lot it was the same as usual barely a vehicle in sight which meant yet another poor trading day. As well as secretary I now did the wages and the tills that had been Dora’s job until she retired and as things were Mike could not afford to hire anyone else so my role was getting busier.
Finally the end of the day came and Mike breezed in after counting the tills I could reason why he had such a long face. He ushered me into his little chamber he laughingly called his inner sanctum and told me had something to say.
“I’m sorry Hon” he started “But as things are I have come to a decision”
“Oh!” I exclaimed “About what?”
“This place” he continued “At this rate I shall go the same as the others in 6 months”
This was not good news I had thought we could breeze through and things would settle but the thought of Bankruptcy would mean all 6 of us working here would lose our jobs. As I mentioned earlier things were already tight and if I lost my job we would most likely have to move for most our sakes I hoped not. This was my Town I was raised up here I knew nothing else. A lot of my friends had already moved on after College but I came home and stayed.
Mostly I had stayed to help my parents my father was not a well man and mother had to take over the farm. I met my husband this way. Mother hired a young and handsome man and though he was 4 years my senior I knew I had to marry this Adonis.
And married we were on my 17th birthday. Friends and family came and we had a splendid time. My honeymoon was the night I lost my virginity. Yes I know its old hat these days but I was proud to be a virgin on my wedding day. Thus when he broke me I was in shock at first but soon the pain was gone and the thrill of my husband making love to me was wonderful.
We regularly had sex at first every time we could Momma would comment on hearing our bedsprings, James would get embarrassed but soon got used to momma’s ways. We tried to have children we really did we never took precautions. Momma would have a go at us every month we failed she really wanted grandchildren but it never happened. We eventually had the test done and found out it was my fault I was born barren and that was that. James was disappointed too I could see it in his eyes but we both resigned ourselves to what was to be.
I cried for months knowing that I would never conceive and it sent a pang down my spine when my friends would drop by with yet another child in tow just like shelling peas. James took it a different way he would disappear for hours into the machine shed even though there was nothing to do in there nothing was needed mending that was his solace so I let him. Our lovemaking got less frequent and now is virtually nonexistent.
Mike continued his conversation “You OK Hon”
“Yes Fine” I lied
“You seemed a little preoccupied there” he said “Did you not take it what I said”
“Yes you are going bankrupt and closing the store” I looked at him and waited for his reaction
“So you weren’t listening then not to all of it”
“EH!”
“I said and pay attention this time if we continue as we are in 6 months I will be bankrupt however I can beat it if we make a few changes and a possible relocation”
“Oh!” I had not heard him properly my thoughts had wandered
“Down the road about 6 miles there is a parcel of land that is closer to the highway I have planning to build a similar place to this but smaller the town-folk will have to travel but I am putting in a Truck-stop and Motel and wondered if you were interested in running it for me”
“This was a lot to consider but he offered me a better package plus benefits and I just said yes straight away”
“Settled then” he said “You were the final piece of the plan I can now go ahead”
I sat back taking it all in I had to travel further to work but the extra money was worth it and James would be pleased. As I drove home I was full of hope for the first time in ages. I entered the house as usual and called out but no one was there. Then I spotted his truck he is probably in the shower I assumed and set about making dinner. All of a sudden I thought I could hear a noise coming from the bedroom so I went along to check and boy did I get a surprise. There was my husband humping a young girl of about 12 yrs of age and in our bed. I wanted to scream but the sight of what was happening before me had me feeling between my legs.
I checked myself silly woman I thought she is too young and that is your husband but the sight and sounds were intoxicating. Once more I reached a hand to my skirt and this time I lifted it and my hand was in my panties and soon found my vagina. I was getting turned on by this. Soon my fingers were thrust in my pussy and I was writhing away getting wetter and trying to keep quiet whilst watching my husband fuck this girl who was shouting obscene words. Fuck me, fuck me; she was saying gimme that big cock, fuck your slut whore.
Soon I had come myself at the sight of these two in my bed. I managed to get away without being seen. I had to stop this even though it had just turned me on. I made my way back to the kitchen and after making myself presentable I started back down the hall shouting Honey it’s me are you in there. I heard a rustling I knew what was happening the two of them were hurriedly getting dressed. I continued my way down the hall and found my husband naked in the shower. Curious I went into my bedroom but there was no sign of the girl but the window was slightly ajar.
I could tell my husband had tried to mask the smell but her scent was still there in the background I sniffed the bed sure enough there it was the musk of young girl on my sheets. My husband walked in as I was sniffing the bed-sheet’s I was getting aroused again but I was not going to let him know that I had seen him I wanted to be in control when I confronted him and now was not the time. He looked white as a sheet
“What ya doin Hon” he asked
“Nothin Hon” I replied “You had a good day”
“No was a bit slow again I get let off early so I came home had a sleep and took a shower how about you”
“Oh I had a good and a bad day” I said “Let me fix dinner and I will tell you all”
I busied myself making dinner while James busied himself getting dressed and I heard the phone ring. James went to answer it and suddenly his voice was quieter.
“Who is it?” I enquired
“Just business Hon how long till dinner”
“Five minutes”
“OK be there in a moment”
He continued his conversation and came back into the room just as I was about to serve up. We continued to make small talk through dinner and then we cleared up.
We moved into the living room and I began the tale of my day. I had hoped he would be pleased for me.
“But Hon that means more hours”
“Yes and more money” I replied “God knows we need it”
“If you sure Hon then go ahead”
I knew he was only pretending to be concerned I formulated at the back of my mind he would have more time now to fuck his whore the 12 yr old tramp. I wanted to confront him at this point but I decided to hold back I was gonna make him pay but as yet I had no idea how.
I decided to take my shower and left him to it. In the shower my mind went back to what I had witnessed earlier and I found myself once again playing with myself. I spent a lot of time soaping my breasts and tweaking my nipples and my pleasure was immense. I soaped between my legs and as I did my hands moved over my pussy rubbing and I inserted a finger and rubbed my clit at the same time. It felt good but something was missing. The feeling of something hard up there and then I spotted my hairbrush I pushed the handle as deep in as I could the feeling was sensational and as I pushed it in and out of my pussy I started to orgasm for the first time in years.
My pulse racing I was swept up in my orgasmic pleasures the hairbrush doing its work and my legs were trembling beneath me I had to stop at the point where I could hardly stand up and take stock. I could not believe that I had done that but the effect was apparent. My juices were flowing all down my legs and making a sticky mess. I had heard about girls doing it but I had never tasted my own juices. James always used to lick me clean after my juices flowed and he said I tasted sweet so here goes I thought and wiping some onto my fingers I bought them to my nose to sniff. The smell was intoxicating and soon I had those fingers in my mouth.
Mmmmmmm I thought this is nice what have I been missing all these years and greedily fished for every bit I could and licked every drop. I continued this till I realised there was no more and continued to clean myself down with the soap and water and finished my shower. I suddenly remembered the brush and licked that clean before washing the handle and replacing it back on the stand.
Refreshed I dressed and re entered the living room
“You were a long time Hon”
“Sorry” I replied “Just washing away the day it has been a long one”
The evening passed without incident we settled into television and at the appointed hour 10 o’clock we retired to the bedroom. The usual story there we undressed hardly looking at each other climbed into our pyjamas into bed kissed and said goodnight backs turned and light out.
Chapter 2

It may have been because I had pleasured myself in the bathroom or the day itself but I soon fell asleep. The next I remember was my husband’s space was empty as I awoke. It was a Friday and I did not start so early Fridays so I did not get dressed immediately as was my habit and I sauntered into the kitchen to make breakfast. As I approached I heard a whispered voice then the phone being put down. I would have made a comment but let it pass.
I made the breakfasts and James ate his telling me about his day to be planned. Usually I listen with avid interest but today I let him rabbit on and cleared the pots. He left at his usual time and I was again alone. I had the urge to play with myself again and soon found myself in the living room my Pyjamas on the floor naked as the day I was born my legs splayed and my fingers once again exploring my pussy.
Wow this was good. I remembered from my shower how I had used the hairbrush and went into the bathroom to retrieve it. It was then I spotted a piece of material on the floor. It was part hidden as I pulled it out I was shocked to find it was a pair of panties. But they were not my panties they were white cotton with a teddy bear motif. The slut had left her panties, I gathered them up as evidence I was building my case and I wanted to make sure it would hold up.
But other urges drove me on and back to the living room where I assumed my posture and began playing with my hair brush Jesus this was good as I worked my brush in and out my pussy I was thrashing around like a wild woman. My desire was so intense I did not notice anyone come in and as I opened my eyes after the umpteenth orgasm I looked up and there was my Boss.
Blushing I tried to cover my pussy and tits but which ones and I grabbed the cushion and sat up placing it over my pussy and covered my tits with my hands. What could I say how long had he been there how much had he seen OMG I had never been so embarrassed in all my life.
“Mike!” I stammered how long what how when
“About two minutes”
“I’m sorry”
“What for it is your home and I knocked but no answer I phoned but it was engaged”
I started to stand up to retrieve my pyjamas but the cushion slipped and he had a full on view of my pussy but if he had been there a minute or two he had seen more already. I began to feel less naked and just shrugged the cushion off and sat up as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
“Nice Tits” he commented
“Thank You”
“I never noticed them before” He joked
“I would not of worked for you if you had or been a pervert”
We laughed and suddenly he remembered why he was here and we started having a conversation me sat naked in my own house with my Boss. He had stopped by to tell me not to come into work today he had some things to sort out about the new store and I had the day off with pay.
Suddenly as he spoke I saw him as a man not a Boss and I was horny still so I brazenly walked over to him and knelt before him my hand playing with his bulge through his trousers. All the time he had been staring at me, pretending he wasn’t but I could see his bulge getting bigger. I could no longer resist and he offered no resistance as I took it from its restraints. I played with the cock head gently rolling it around in my hand. I motioned him to stand and I undid his trousers and pulled down his shorts and bade him sit back.
I played with his cock for a few minutes with my hands all the while I could hear his heavy breathing
“Mmmmmmm Oh baby”
“Is this good?” I asked
“Oh Yes Hon wonderful”
I continued my labours and as I did I suddenly remembered
“Did you say you had a meeting?”
“Urrrrgh Ahhhhhh Yes” he stammered in about an hour
“Plenty of time then” I answered just you let me get at that cock
“Nnnnnng Aggggggh Geeeeezus”
I stopped rolling his cock and placed my mouth on it rolling my tongue over the head and taking it in my mouth till it reached the back of my throat. I sucked hard and then began to bobble my head so I was fucking him with my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and held me still and he fucked my mouth harder and faster. Sometimes it was in so deep I almost choked and he started to remove it.
“I’m gonna cum” he gasped
I held onto his cock in my mouth I wanted his seed I wanted to taste it and swallow it. I urged him and he gushed his sperm into my mouth I tried to swallow every drop but there was so much of it. Some ran down my chin and onto my tits I licked clean what I could and when there was none left I released his cock from my mouth.
He was exhausted as he fell back into the chair even deeper I rubbed the sperm onto my tits and licked my lips to get the remainder from my chin. I sat there not moving for what seemed ages.
I looked at the clock and motioned to him that he had his meeting and he should go. I showed him the bathroom and he cleaned himself off further and suddenly he said
“Would you like to come?”
“I just have” I laughed
He smiled “No to the meeting”
“Oh OK just give me a moment to dress”
I went into my wardrobe I wanted to find the sluttiest clothes I had but not much of it was too slutty as most of it was for work so I picked the dress that I thought best showed off my tits. I decided that I would go without wearing my panties that was slutty enough.
As I reached the front door he was already standing by the car making a phone call. I locked up the house and walked over. As I reached the car he opened me the passenger door hardly giving me a glance and continuing his call. I sat in the car a further two or three minutes before he climbed in and we set off.
He commented on my dress how I looked and how pretty I was and that he had never really paid me that much attention before and I responded by kissing him on the cheek. But after all he continues it was your typing I hired you for and we both had a laugh. The journey seemed short and we ended up at a rundown building just about a 400 yard drive off the highway.
“Well what you think”
What was there to think all I could see was this rambling shack and dirt. I had no vision of what it would be like. But I bolstered his spirits
“Yes” I said “Has potential”
“Exactly I knew you would see it my wife has little concept she calls it a dump but wait till we through girl we will show em”
Where was this we all of a sudden I am a secretary not a builder or architect I saw what his wife saw a rundown shack a dump as his wife called it
“Come on in” he motioned “We are a bit early I will show you the plans”
“In there” I pointed “Is it safe?”
“Quite so my dear it is I would not put you at risk but you better wear this”
He went to the trunk and got out two hard hats. I had no clue as how to wear one and he had to adjust it for me as he did his chest pressed into my tits and I felt a pang go through me. Hat adjusted he stepped aside and took my hand carefully helping me past the piles of rubble. Once inside I noticed the dust and began to splutter. He handed me a cloth to put over my mouth and I breathed better, He walked over and opened a window that felt much better.
On the bench in the corner I could see a cloth had been placed over some object but the cloth was cleaner thus I concluded had not been there long.
Once establishing that I was alright he removed the cloth and there was a model of the plan he had made.
“Wow” I gasped “Is this what it will look like I am impressed?”
“You are the first to see it completed”
He was pointing out some of the features when a small white van drove up. Leaving me in the building to look over the model he went outside to greet his arrival. The handshaking and gestures of goodwill I observed were amicable and soon the man was bought inside. Noticing me the man looked at Mike who gave him the nod that I was alright.
I was introduced to Ken the builder and was introduced as project manager. I was taken aback by this but tried not to let on that it was news to me. I went up in the estimation of Ken who then involved me a lot more in the conversation and at each statement he would first look to Mike and then to me as if seeking that what he was saying met approval.
Of course I had no idea what the hell they were talking about but I kept my cool taking my cue from Mike. Ken continued for over an hour before shaking Mike’s hand and then he gestured to me. I took his hand and shook it. Satisfied that he had completed his task Ken then left and drove off.
As soon as he had gone I asked Mike what the hell that was all about. Don’t worry he said with a smile you had him eating out your hand. Promising to explain all later I accepted the situation.
“I think we should seal our partnership” He declared
I stood there transfixed as he reached behind some rather rusty looking shelves and pulled out a bottle of champagne. This was for the topping out he explained but we deserve it. I was in no mood to argue and soon we had a glassful each and made a toast to Mundy’s rest he raised his glass I followed suit. A glass became two and three and suddenly we were kissing.
He reached behind me to unzip my dress and it fell to the floor his eyes were transfixed as he saw I had no panties on and my bra was soon undone. I kicked off my shoes and I now once more was naked before the gaze of my Boss. He began by kissing my neck cherishing me with every kiss. I responded by placing my hand on his crotch and rubbing the outside of his trousers. Now moving his attention to my tits he began to suckle on then and the sensations made the nipples stand proud and my spine tingle.
I had to remove my hand from his crotch as he knelt before me his hands exploring my pussy and as if my magic my legs parted to let him further his endeavours. He made my Goosebumps stand on end as he fingered my pussy and started to play with my clitty. After a while he laid the cloth that was covering the model down on the floor and I laid back and opened my legs for him as wide as I could given the space available. His head moved towards my pussy and then I felt his tongue I started to writhe around but pushing my pussy to meet his advancing tongue.
He licked me hard and deep and with each motion I was in heaven. I came several times and then he stopped to let me get my breath back. I motioned for him to come closer I wanted his cock but he moved away and motioned me to get dressed. I felt disappointed I wanted that cock in me and here I was being ordered to dress.
“Sorry” He said “We have to go we have more people to see and I promise if you will let me I will fuck you later”
“Oh Yes I do” I screamed “You bet I do”
I scrambled to my feet and put my dress back on
“What about your Bra” He enquired
“Save time later” I smiled
He winked understanding the message and helped me back over the mounds of earth but this time occasionally lifting my dress to look at my ass.
We climbed back into the car and set off once more as we drove he explained we were going to see the architect a man called Bill he had some alterations he wanted to make and he told me what they were and that I was to explain to Bill what we wanted and why. By the time we reached Bill’s office Mike was satisfied that I had my reasoning down pat and assured me it would go OK.
Bill greeted us at his office and again I was introduced as the Project Manager. We were led into an inner office and the two began talking.
“Actually Bill” Mike started “Katrina here has a few queries and modifications to run through”
I started my speech that Mike had guided me through. As I was talking Bill was listening intently and rubbing his brow. When I had finished I sat back and as instructed I placed a little leg on show.
Bill was not happy at the changes muttering he would have to be up all night to re draw the plans but my shapely legs won his argument plus the sweetener I had to offer.
As agreed Mike left the room to go to the bathroom to freshen up this was my cue and I inadvertently allowed my panty less pussy to be seen just a flash but it was enough. I waited till his eyes were fixed on my lower regions and I slowly lifted my dress so my pussy was now open to his gaze. I motioned him to take a closer inspection as I spread my legs apart and he moved nearer and started rubbing my pussy I let him know I was enjoying it and he got bolder and started to finger my pussy his hands were smooth as he touched me and I let out a low slow moan in appreciation of his work.
I allowed this to continue for a moment or two before as planned Mike flushed the toilet and we jumped apart as Mike walked in I was smoothing down my dress and Bill was sat at his desk.
The two made pleasantries and we left Bill to his work.
“Did it work” Mike asked
“Like a charm” I answered “Squeezing his butt as we walked back to the car.
Chapter 3

The journey back to the office was pretty formal Mike asking what I was gonna say to my husband and I wanted to know more about his wife. We reached the store and most were surprised to see me as Mike had told them I was taking the day off. I smiled back replying
“You know me I am bored at home I couldn’t stay away”
This satisfied them and we went to the office as we got through the door I had my ass squeezed as payback for earlier.
“Ok “ Mike said “Now its business we need to formalise a few things I have had some documents drawn up if you care to read them and if you agree sign them and I will get them legalised”
“Where do I sign” I asked
“No” he was quite adamant “Read them first I don’t want you making any decision you are not fully aware of”
God this was gonna take all afternoon and all I wanted was to fuck the man, but I duly complied and read the papers asking the odd question here and there and getting the right answers moving on. While I was at this task the phone was ringing which was usually my job to answer but Mike was doin all that and shuffling a few papers of his own.
Come my usual home time I was just getting through the final document and Mike noted the time. Wishing to complete I continued reading then signed the documents. I left them on Mike’s desk and went for my car. Driving home I went through the events of the day and feeling a little horny I had to play with my itchy pussy while trying to drive which proved impossible so I pulled over and lifted my dress and fingered myself. The result was I was a mess by the time I had finished and my juices were sticking to my thighs.
Reaching home I headed straight for the bathroom ignoring James sat in the kitchen and washed myself down and straightened my hair and just in case I went into the bedroom and put on some panties. Walking into the kitchen I casually asked James how was his day he replied he had had a busier one and we talked in general while I made dinner. Not once did he question why I was late but he was used to that as I sometimes did overtime.
Meal over and I started to explain my day of course I left out about having sex with my Boss and letting another guy feel my pussy. This time James was more interested and I told him the whole deal and how I had signed the contracts that virtually meant I was a partner in the new venture. I told him about the plans for the site and how it would affect me directly and of course I mentioned it meant I would be away more from home and I suggested that he learn to cook. That last part did not go over too well but if he chose to argue it I was prepared to play my trump card.

Bedtime came soon enough following the same pattern but this time I could not sleep and I went over and over in my mind how I would feel when I final got that cock that I had sucked into my pussy those thoughts were on my mind as I drifted off.
“Honey wake up”
“Eh what”
“Honey your Boss is here”
“It’s Saturday” I called out “Can’t I be left in peace”
I pulled on a housecoat and went into the kitchen to see my Boss talking to my husband chatting away and drinking coffee.
“Oh great” I said “And where’s mine?”
Much to my surprise James got up and made me a coffee while I sat trying to look comatose in my housecoat sat across from my Boss. After a few sips I began to register and asked why he had called on a Saturday.
“We have work to do young lady” Mike smiled at me
“Work”
“Yes you signed the papers did you not read them as I asked”
“Errrr yes”
“Then get dressed and hurry we do not have all day”
I was struck with awe what had I let myself in for yes I had read the damn papers it was all about me being in charge of the project and material control as well as fiscal but it never mentioned working Saturday. I sloped off to get dressed I couldn’t wear anything too slutty with my husband about so making sure I was decent and had panties on I hurriedly got ready.
Once we were out of sight of the house I reached under my dress lifted my bum off the seat and removed my panties. Mike whistled as I did so. I called him a pervert and we laughed.
“Are these clothes suitable for where we are going?” I asked
“They are fine Honey perfect”
I smiled and sat back enjoying the ride. We went a completely different route to the one previous and I started to wonder where we were going
“The site is that way” I pointed out “And this is not the road to the store”
Mike never answered just smiled and kept driving. I gave up hope of getting an answer and just sat back. It was a lovely day and I was with my Boss and lover nothing else mattered. After about an hour of driving Mike said we had arrived. We had reached a large house and as we pulled up a young girl of about 12 came out to greet us. There was something about her that I could not place. We went inside and he introduced the girl as Amy and she skipped off and his wife who I knew was called Cynthia came into the room in a wheelchair. I was prepared as Mike had told me about her accident and so I did not dwell on her state.
We went into what was the second living room and Amy came in with drinks. She hander her mother a large Gin and her father a Whisky and asked what I wanted. I asked for an orange juice her face looked disappointed.
“Oh something stronger than that” Her Mother said “Bring another Gin. “
I tried to protest but she would not have it and as I was a guest I felt it rude to argue. I sat there as Cynthia was talking to Mike and suddenly she came out with
“So she is the one a wise choice darling”
This confused me I would have to ask Mike later but for now I was enjoying the company and the drink. I had never had Gin before and as it first went down I coughed. This seemed to amuse Cynthia and Amy. After a few sips I got used to the taste and when another one was proffered I duly accepted. Mike was first to state
“Right dear we have to go we are on a schedule”
Cynthia nodded and Amy smiled. I thanked them for the hospitality and said we should do this more often
“Oh we will dear, we will” Cynthia replied and Amy still had that grin.
Once outside in the car I remarked to Mike how charming his family was and he smiled. I remembered the remark about his wife saying wise choice.
“Well” he said “I have a confession here”
I was open mouthed but let him continue
“As you saw my wife is wheelchair bound and is incapable of having sex”
“So”
“So” he continued “We discussed about my needs and she suggested I take a lover”
To say I was dumfounded is an understatement
“And you chose me” I asked
“Well not exactly” He continued “I had tried dating a few ladies but I never felt comfortable with them and I never had any physical contact either”
“Ah “I said
“So when I saw you naked for the first time and you sucked me off I told my wife. She was happy I had found someone and wanted to meet you”
“Does she know I am also your Secretary?”
“Not at first but she does now and it was her idea to offer you a partnership did you read all the documents?”
Mike then explained that as well as his partner in business I was to be his lover and mother to Amy.
“My wife has cancer” He stated “She has 6 months left and wishes me to be happy after her death”
This was all a bit of a shock and I could not take it all in.
“I have not formalised the documents yet “He continued “If you wish to back out say so”
“No” I stated “It was just a shock”
“There is one more thing”
What else could there be
“My wife wants to watch us having sex it will give her great pleasure something I cannot do for her alone”
Mike looked at me and I looked back. I need time to think I stated. That is fine Honey he replied and kissed me on the cheek. We drove some more my mind pondering the events that had led to this. My husband was useless he prefers 12 yr old girls. My sex life has improved but do I want to have another woman watch me fuck her husband even if she is dying.
As if he understood my dilemma Mike never said another word until we reached our destination. It was then I suddenly shouted out in a public car park with the windows wound down.
“OK the answer is yes”
I had suddenly realised this was how I was going to payback my husband and have fun at the same time. Mike kissed me full on the lips but this kiss was not as I had expected it was a lip trembling Kiss it came from within a true lovers kiss. We sat tongues entwined for what seemed like hours before Mike realised we were here for another reason.
We left the car and walked over to the little diner where a very smart waitress came up and took out breakfast order. After we had eaten we were shown into the kitchens. This is what I had in mind Mike was explaining but ours will also have a bar at one end and he was asking my opinion at the same time watching how things operated.
Leaving the kitchen and going out the back we were shown the storage areas and coolers and Mike was taking notes I was too. We thanked our host and Mike offered to pay the bill but it was refused and we thanked the guy.
“Just be grateful you didn’t need to suck him off” Mike laughed
“I will if it helps” I replied
Walking hand in hand back to the car Mike whispered in my ear I LOVE YOU
Chapter 4

We drove back to Mike’s house and found it empty. Amy must have gone out Mike observed and Cynthia will be at the clinic having more drugs for the pain. I felt an unease walking in the door with Mike holding my hand and kissing me as we walked in. Being silent the house felt eerie. Mike gave me the grand tour and it was huge a massive kitchen, five bedrooms, three lounges, a music room and Mikes study. After a while I felt a little more comfortable maybe that was the fact of Mike’s presence or the Gin I was offered.
Feeling relaxed and drowsy after my second Gin of the session and fourth of the day I was comforted when Mike sat beside me and I snuggled into his arms as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
I was woken by a voice
“Nice to see you again Kaitlin”
There was Cynthia I tried to rise from Mike’s arms but she just smiled at me
“Relax child” She said “You look tired”
I was a little but I said I was fine
“Mike” Cynthia started “Show our guest to the bedroom”
I was too overcome to argue and Mike picked me up in his arms and carried me off I was aware that Cynthia was following but too tired to care.
Mike laid me down on the bed and was about to leave the room
“Put her in properly” Cynthia snapped “Let me see you undress her”
My eyes were half shut as my clothing was removed and there I was now laid out on the bed totally naked with Cynthia gazing down at my body.
I felt her hands as they started to play with my nipples and her breath as she leaned in and kissed one of my tits. One of her hands was moving its way down my body rubbing my belly and I murmured my pleasure. I had never had another woman touch me before and it felt good. At school and in my early teens we had masturbated together within our clich?ut we never touched each other.
“Mike she has a lovely pussy spread her legs for me”
Mike did as his wife asked and I felt her rub my clitty mmmmmm this was nice. I was enjoying the feeling of another woman touching my pussy.
Mike then helped Cynthia lie down on the bed beside me and while she played with me I noticed Mike was undressing his wife. Soon she was totally naked by my side in response to her ministering I reached out and touched her pussy.
“Thank you dear” Cynthia said “But I have no feeling don there but thank you all the same.”
I was beginning to enjoy this more and waking up a little as I sat up and started to suckle on her breasts which were larger than mine. She moaned in response which told me she had feeling in those at least.
“Oooooooh Yes “She responded “Play with mommy’s tits”
I continued and as I did Mike had taken his cock out so I asked him to put it in my mouth I stopped sucking on Cynthia’s tits but continued to tweak her nipples. I had a cock in my mouth and a nipple in my fingers and I loved it. This continued for some time until Mike said he wanted to cum. immediately I removed his cock from my mouth and rubbed his shaft up and down. His moans were getting louder and as he was about to cum I aimed his cock at Cynthia’s breasts and his cum splattered all over them. I licked Mikes cock clean.
Mike got off the bed to give me room as I rolled over I started to lick all the cum from Cynthia’s tits and belly. Her pleasure was plain to see and I made sure that not a drop was left.
By this time Cynthia was tired so Mike rolled her over and under the covers where she promptly fell asleep. Mike rolled back on top of me and we kissed and cuddled for ages. When Mike got his stamina back he finally shoved his cock into me. I offered no resistance as he pumped in and out his piston movements sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I felt the tremor as my orgasm came and I clung tighter to that cock with my cunt muscles squeezing him into my very insides. With a grunt and an Aghhhhhh he unleashed a load of cum inside my cunt walls and he lay there for a while before he went limp and withdrew as he did the sperm oozed out and began dribbling down my legs.
“Pity Cynthia fell asleep” Mike said “She would have loved to clean up that mess
“No bother” I replied and with deft hands I began to scoop the oozing cum out of my pussy and licking it off my hands. And I cleaned his cock by licking that too.
We both fell asleep in each other’s arms lying naked on top of the bed that his wife was sleeping in. When I awoke the sun had gone down and neither Mike nor Cynthia was in the room. I quickly got dressed and wandering through the house I found them in the living room. Amy was there too and smiled as I walked in.
“We didn’t want to disturb you dear” Cynthia said “You looked all but done in and thank you for making my day”
“My pleasure”
Mike handed me a coffee and I drank with pleasure Amy went to fetch her father another one. As she arose I noticed a motif on her panties OMG it was the same as the one I had found in my bathroom. Now was not the time to confront her but I would as soon as I got a chance.
My thoughts were somewhat muddled by my realisation that my lovers daughter was fucking my husband.
“I hope we do this again” Cynthia said “You have the most wonderful pussy”
“And you have magnificent tits” I replied “And yes we will do this again as often as you want”
“You may live to regret those words” Cynthia chuckled but I could see by the gleam in her eyes it was all for a laugh
“You are very lucky having such a virile husband” I replied
“Thank you my dear you will take care of him for me”
“Oh yes I will I promise”
Cynthia sighed with relief and Mike shrugged his shoulders he knew his fate was sealed his wife had spoken and he loved his wife I could tell.
Realising the time I suggested that I be run back home but Cynthia said it was all taken care of and I was stopping the night a bed had been made and that was that. I accepted the offer and we talked some.
Cynthia had cancer it was discovered when she had her accident falling off a horse. She was resigned to her fate knowing that her husband would always remember her but his needs would be met before and after her passing. Also there was Amy to consider and whilst Mike was a good father he had no idea of how girls behaved
“She needs discipline” Cynthia said “I cannot do it because I cannot see what she gets up to and her father is too soft on her”
I knew full well what little Amy got up to but was not going to tell a dying woman that instead I agreed to be a surrogate mother both while Cynthia was alive and after passing. Amy had already gone to bed and so it was agreed that I take over as parent straight away Amy would be informed in the morning. Cynthia wished us both goodnight and went off to her room.
“Mike” I said “Don’t you have to go see your wife into bed
“No” he replied “She sleeps in her clothes I go in the morning and wash and bathe her and change them but she can get on the bed and off by herself”
“Well you better show me to my room then”
“Our room” He replied “When you stay here we shall share the same bed”
That idea sounded fine to me I would get more of his cock. We went to bed and got undressed.
“Oh by the way” he said “I sleep nude hope you do not mind”
I had no nightie so I told him I sleep the same way and we crawled into bed. For once I was glad we did not have sex I had just about had enough for today and my pussy was sore from his cock earlier. He kissed me goodnight but he did not turn his back on me he fell asleep facing me.
I soon went to sleep and slept soundly
Chapter 5

As the sun shone through the window I looked across at my lover who was still asleep. I kissed him on the cheek and left the bed to go the bathroom. As I had no nightie and it was only across the landing I decided to chance it and making sure no one was stirring I made my way across. I had just about reached the bedroom door on the way back when a voice said
“Good morning”
I looked back to see Amy on the landing making her way to the bathroom completely starker’s I drew a breath as I watched her no wonder my husband fucked her she was beautiful her small titted body her hairless little slit wow. Then I caught myself I was getting turned on by a 12 yr old girl.
I checked myself said “Good morning” and went back into the bedroom shutting the door. Mike had risen by now and was stretching out to welcome the new day. I walked up to him and kissed him and he hugged me back. I suddenly had a thought I had no change of clothes and so I reluctantly had to put on yesterdays dress. Mike didn’t notice men never do. Dressing himself he told me to help myself to breakfast while he administered to his wife’s needs.
I offered to help but he politely told me it was not needed and maybe one day but not today. I did not argue but made my way to the kitchen. Amy was there eating Cereal she was still naked.
“Should you not get dressed” I asked her
“No I always eat like this anyways dads sorting mum out I will be out the way by the time they get down”
I let it pass after all I was the interloper and it was her house. I had the opportunity to ask her to explain about her relationship with my husband but seeing as I had just had sex with her mother and father thought better of it. I found what I was looking for and sat and ate breakfast. Amy finished well before I did and left next time I saw her she had clothes on and a few moments later Cynthia and Mike appeared. Amy hung round long enough to get some money from her father and left.
“You spoil her” Cynthia said
Mike shrugged and I saw the merest hint of wickedness as he looked at me and then back to his wife. Cynthia asked me if I slept well and I said I had. Mike came over and gave me a full on kiss with his wife watching and I responded. I saw Cynthia smile. Mike made a play for my ass and I pretended to be shy and we chased around the table like two school-kids until I gave in and he lifted my dress and slapped my bare ass in front of his wife.
“Today being Sunday we will be going to church” Mike informed me “You are welcome to come or wait here till our return”
There seemed little point in sitting alone so I decided to join them then realised I had nothing to wear I was wearing yesterdays dress and it smelled of pussy and cum hardly something to wear to church. Cynthia noticed my dilemma
“Mike goes get her one of those dresses I can’t get into any more”
Mike scooted off and as he did so Cynthia lifted my dress up and started to rub my pussy. I just stood and let her I even opened my legs wider as her hands stroked.
“Remove the dress child” she asked
I did so without hesitation and stood in her kitchen naked with her feeling my pussy and admiring my body. She commented on my young skin and how she wished she was young and beautiful. I told her she still was and I loved her body especially her tits I was so jealous of those. She thanked me for my kindness and continued rubbing my pussy. I felt a nice warm sensation a place of belonging and I let her continue.
Mike was soon back and his jaw dropped watching me standing naked being worked on by his wife. Cynthia never stopped just motioning to Mike to put the dress on the table. When she was finished with me I picked up the dress and put it on. It fitted fine and by the clock on the wall it was time to start for church.
We didn’t use Mikes car to go church he got another one out the garage and I saw why it had adaptations to assist Cynthia in getting in and out and had room to put the wheelchair. She sat in back and I rode up front. Nothing was said on the way to church. We passed a few folk on foot as we reached the church and Mike drove almost up to the door and Cynthia climbed out to be greeted by the minister and a few other folk.
Some I recognised from town and others I had seen in the store but there was one I definitely recognised it was my husband and he was standing next to Amy as his eyes met mine he moved away from her and she scowled. Coming over he asked what I was doing here I replied going to church. He knew I never went church but now I knew where he skulked off to every Sunday. I was greeted by the Minister and I followed Cynthia and Mike inside.
James did not follow us in and looking round I saw no sign of Amy either that was if any was needed the final proof of their liaison. Service over we drifted out gradually no one seemed in a hurry to leave and I mingled making small talk with the people I knew. Reaching the door I saw no sign of James but Amy was there waiting for her lift home as was the custom. Cynthia noticed her dishevelled state at the same time as I did and turning to me she said
“You will have to discipline her when we get home”
Having no ideas how I was to undertake such a task I just agreed and Cynthia seemed pleased.
The ride home was in silence I sat in the back as Amy automatically assumed the front seat.
We reached the house and as mike put away the car Cynthia took me aside and told me the first thing I need to do was assert my authority on Amy or she would run wild since her accident she was unable to and Mike was unwilling to discipline her. If I was to take over as mother I needed to learn. This made sense to me and I concurred. When Mike was in the house Cynthia called for Amy and she came down from her room.
Cynthia explained to Amy that I was to be the new mother and I had to teach her some respect and the lesson was to start immediately. Amy was none too thrilled at hearing this but Cynthia shut her up.
“Since my accident young lady you have not had the correct discipline that you had before do you know what I am talking about?”
Amy nodded her head in sorrow.
“From now on” explained Cynthia “You will obey Kaitlin and take punishment from her and not answer back understood”
Amy nodded
“Very well” said Cynthia “Go prepare yourself”
I wondered what this preparation involved and was about to question Cynthia when Amy came back in her hands cuffed behind her back totally naked and a belt clenched in her teeth. Surely I was not expected to hit the child. As if in answer Amy knelt at my feet Cynthia motioned for me to take the belt and as I did so Amy stood up and place herself over the kitchen table her legs splayed open and her bottom in the air. I looked at Amy then back at her mother.
“You may begin in your own time” Cynthia remarked to me “And do not be gentle”
Amy was beginning to whimper as I raised the belt and bought it down on her ass cheek. Cynthia seemed satisfied that I had applied enough force. I was resigned to stop but Cynthia told me to continue I was instructed to give her 19 more to make 20 in total. As I continued to strike first on one cheek then the other as instructed I could visibly see her cheeks getting redder and redder.
At each stroke the girl would chant thank you mummy. If she failed to say thank you she had to have one more. Satisfied at her daughter’s punishment it was her father’s job to apply the ointment to his daughter’s buttocks which he did with relish and I swear I saw a slight erection. Amy stood still while her father applied the ointment and after he was done she did not move but continued to bend over the table with her ass stuck out.
I wondered why this was until Cynthia started fingering her daughter’s ass. As she played with her I was told that this part was voluntary on my part but Cynthia always did it and I was welcome to continue the custom. As she spoke Amy whimpered at the assault being made on her ass. Cynthia took no notice of her crying and compounded the situation by opening her ass cheeks and inserting a dildo she had in her handbag. As I watched Amy being pounded I could feel my arousal and had to lift my dress and shove a finger in to quell my thirst.
Cynthia noted my state and motioned me to move toward her as I did so I continued to finger my cunt. Amy was allowed to stand back and I was instructed to lie back on the table and spread my legs wide. Amy knew what was required and she bent down once more and started licking my pussy as her mother continued to assault her with the dildo. Mike was not left out he climbed up on the table and I was able with some adjustment in posture to make my mouth available for him to fuck.
Amy was as expert a pussy licker as her mother and soon I began to climax and I felt the first wave take and shake my body. Cynthia had finished her assault on Amy and had moved around to watch Mike fuck my mouth. A second wave hit me and I was out of control I gushed fluids right into amyls face and mouth and I felt good. Not so long after Mike shot his load into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. Amy then stood up leaving my pussy and moved toward her father where she proceeded to lick his cock clean to the satisfaction of her mother.
Sated we all needed to take a breath and Cynthia took the keys out her bag and unlocked Amy’s cuffs. It had been an amazing time and as Mike’s cock slipped out of Amy’s mouth she had a grin on her face. Mike kissed his daughter then his wife then me in that order. We all got dressed except for Cynthia who never undressed and Mike got his keys and went to the garage to get the car ready to take us all to dinner.
This time Amy took the back seat as we drove off and as I turned round she was leaning into her mother’s arms. Cynthia gently kissed Amy on the forehead as we drove and I reflected on what had happened and a satisfied grin came to my face. Feeling a little more confident as we waited for Cynthia to get out the car I took Amy to one side and asked her if she knew who I was. She nodded yes I was James wife. I asked her why she was going out with a married man and she looked at me and said well you are. I had no answer to that.
Amy went on to tell me that James had told her I was frigid in bed and did not like sex. At first she was scared because he took her virginity but after that she loved it and because she was doing him a service it was fine. They had been seeing each other since she was 11 and it became a habit when I was working late she would come into the house. James would pick her up and bring her home and they had sex in every room including my bed. At least she was open about it and considering what we had just done I could not be mad at her.
We had dinner and talked about stuff in general and we drove back to my place after depositing Cynthia back home. Amy came with us and as we drove we hatched a plan. James was not home yet and as we waited we put the plan into action. First I packed a few clothes in a small case and Mike took it out to the car. When he came back in I was ready for him I was tied to the bed which Amy had expertly done but if I wanted I could easily free myself. I was completely naked and Mike soon stripped off. He started by fingering my pussy and eating my cunt out I was wriggling like I was afraid but this was all an act and I played the frigid part to perfection.
Mike was yelling at me to shut up bitch and slapping my tits and pussy Amy was out of sight We heard James car pull up and we went to town on our performance as I heard James enter the kitchen I let out a scream and Mike yelled take this whore at me and James walked in on the scene. He was about to hit Mike when all of a sudden from her hiding place out popped Amy completely nude as planned. James was stunned at the situation he found himself in. I had my chance and I grabbed it.
Before he could utter a word I told him yes I fucked my boss, his wife and daughter and if he didn’t like it I could order Amy to stop fucking him, but if he cooperated I was happy for him to continue fucking Amy as after all I was her new Mother.

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This is one of several stories with ‘Surprise’ in the title; their common theme is lesbians caught in an unexpected situation. To find the others, and the rest of my 100% all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link above. This is quite a long story – some of my others are much shorter (try the ‘Scene in a …’ series). It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

It was a typical British summer – which is to say: cold, dreary, windy and rain, rain, rain. There had been a short spell of bright days in early April, but since then the sun had hardly shown its face and every weekend had been miserably dull and wet. Everyone was getting depressed and irritable, and it was affecting the mood at work. We had just had the second of the May bank holiday weekends, which had done its best to surpass all previous records for rainfall. And then, of course, as the nation went despondently back to work on Tuesday, the clouds parted, and by that evening there was a clear blue sky with a gentle breeze and warm sunshine.

The next day, Wednesday, was even nicer, and by lunchtime I had had more than enough. The advantage of owning your own business is that you can set the rules – and, sometimes, change them. I pondered for a moment, and then stood and looked at myself in the floor-length wardrobe mirror in my office suite. I am thirty-seven years old and looking good on it, as everyone agrees – I diet carefully and work out on exercise machines at my home, and so have kept my waist slim and my legs trim. I have always had a good figure, inherited from my mother’s Italian family – fully-rounded 30D breasts that hardly droop at all, a flat stomach, trim hips and a jutting ass with no cellulite or flab. I have a smooth pink complexion, pouty lips, clear grey eyes and dark hair with a fringe and centre-parting that falls straight down to my upper breasts.

About eight years ago, I founded my own company, and it has prospered – we have a niche product, an established reputation and a secure market share. About twenty people work for me, just over half of them on the production side and the others in the sales and accounts sections. Things were going well with the business, and I decided we could afford a little indulgence – especially, I thought, as it could be considered as an investment in improved staff morale. I took another look out of the window at the cloudless blue sky, reached for my office intercom, and pressed the button that would let me make an announcement to all of my staff at once.

‘OK, folks’, I said cheerfully, ‘I’m as fed up with this bloody summer as you are – and now the sun finally comes out, right after the holiday weekend! So, I’m closing for today right now, you can all get on home and enjoy the sunshine while it lasts!’ I heard a ‘whoopee’ of delight from Muriel, my PA and secretary, in the outer office, and more faintly this being echoed from around our small building.

So I had the cosy feeling of having done a good deed – but it was far from unselfish. For I was thinking about my lover, and the chance – the first one of the year – for a carefree 69 on the lawn grass in the balmy sunshine … Jesus, that was making my panties damp with anticipation. Yes, I’m a lesbian, and have known that since my early twenties (before then, I thought I was bisexual, and sometimes tried to have boyfriends, which generally turned out disastrously). My thoughts lingered on my sweet delectable partner, and I couldn’t wait to get home to her. Katrina and I have been living together for nearly three years now, and I love her to bits. She is thirty-two, five years younger than me, and her parents are from Latvia. Katrina was born and raised in suburban London, but sometimes her upbringing leaves a delightful trace of Eastern Europe in her accent or the way she phrases some expressions, and her face is a very attractive mixture of Slavic cheekbones and soft brown eyes, framed by Scandinavian straight blonde hair.

It had influenced me in my decision to close early that it was a Wednesday. Katrina is a schoolteacher: she teaches physics and mathematics (smart cookie that she is) at a secondary school, to pupils aged eleven to fourteen – little demons, she calls them, but with a note of affection as well as frustration in her voice. However, on Wednesday afternoons there are no lessons so that sports can be played, and Katrina is not involved in any of the coaching so she comes home at lunchtime and works in peace and quiet on her marking or lesson plans … and this meant that she and I could be together this afternoon – if I left now, I would be home hours earlier than my usual 6.00 p.m. With my tits stiffening in anticipation, I rubbed my thighs together and gave a soft moan from the effects on my pussy, as I quickly finished a final email and switched off my computer.

I was the last to leave the building, setting the alarm and locking the glass front doors securely behind me. My employees were scattering happily to their cars, eager to get home to their loved ones and enjoy this unexpected bonus time in the hot sunshine. I remember that, as I walked to my own vehicle, I watched them with fond amusement and idly thought: ‘I hope none of them gets an unpleasant surprise because they get home early!’

Oh, what irony! What hubris!! Never for one second did I dream that such a thing could happen to me!

I climbed into my smart white Mercedes sports car, and quickly drove the three miles to my home. With the money my business has made, a few years ago I bought a large and elegant house, built in the 1920s, which is well secluded in quite extensive tree-lined grounds. Deciding to keep to my plan of surprising Katrina, I left the car halfway down the drive, so that the scrunch of the gravel under the tyres would not herald my arrival.

I let myself in quietly through the front door, my imagination playing with images of my sexy lover lazing on one of the sun loungers on the large paved patio that overlooks the rear garden … wearing one of her so skimpy, so tempting bikinis, little scraps of cloth with tie strings that just beg to be pulled undone … perhaps topless, sprawled almost naked with just the tiny thong bikini panties, her cute pert breasts turned up to the sunshine … maybe her nipples hard as she remembered our passionate lovemaking of the previous night … and I would creep quietly up behind her, put my hands over her eyes … or perhaps her tits! … and whisper throatily in her ear: ‘Guess who’s home?’

Lost in this pleasant daydream, I slipped into the hall, and put my bag and suit jacket down on one of the chairs. Only then were my illusions shattered, and the anticipatory smile was wiped from my face. From the upstairs master bedroom came the shrill cries of a woman being taken to the brink of ecstasy, and with a heart suddenly turned to cold ice and a bilious churning in my stomach, I recognised at once that it was Katrina’s voice screaming and shrieking:

‘Fuck me!! Aaarggh – oh shit, take me, NOW! Do me, fuck me! Oh-god, ohgod-ohgod-ohGOD-oh-fucking-Christ, FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!!

I gave a kind of choked gasp, my knees almost gave way, and I clutched at the bottom of the stair-rail for support. My lover, my gorgeous sexy pussy-babe, was cheating on me – she was having sex with another woman, in my own house, in our own bed!

I was too stunned, too utterly betrayed, to feel any anger – I just felt washed out, hollowed out, empty inside like a shell. And yet, I had to know, I had to see it with my own eyes, and I was pulled up the stairs by a magnetic force that I was powerless to resist. I was so shaken that I moved slowly, and made almost no sound as I climbed breathlessly to the first floor landing – not that they would have heard, given the uninhibited shrieks and yells echoing from the bedroom.

Its door was three-quarters open, and as I reached it I saw an amazing sight which riveted me to the spot. There were two figures on the mattress of our large king-size bed, with their backs towards me. Katrina was kneeling in the centre of the bed, doubled over at the waist, and from my angle I could see that her mouth was open, her eyes were half-closed, and her face was beaded with sweat and pressed down onto the sheet. My first shock was that she was in tight bondage: her ankles were fixed to a spreader bar, stretching them about three feet apart, and her wrists were strapped into leather handcuffs next to them, pulling her arms straight backwards and flat on the mattress. This had the effect of thrusting her ass high into the air, where her cunt was spread wide open and vulnerable. There were also ropes around her upper arms which were pulled taut to the top corners of the bed, and her bondage was completed by two more ropes stretching from her ankles to the bottom corners – so that she was pinned in the middle of the mattress, unable to move in any direction. Katrina was almost naked, but her wanton abandon was highlighted by her only garments – a slutty pair of scarlet fishnet stockings and the black and red satin bordello-style garter belt to which they were attached.

My second shock was by far the greater: the woman wearing a strap-on dildo and forcefully ramming it into my partner’s gaping vagina was instantly recognisable to me, even from the back – the athletic jut of her pert buttocks, the assured set of her head and shoulders, her long straight black hair … it was not a woman at all, but Chloe – my sixteen-year-old daughter!!

For a moment, I was turned to stone, transfixed by this unbelievable sight … thinking vaguely that perhaps this was a dream, or a nightmare, yet knowing that it was not. My young daughter was fucking my lover, she and my lover were into bondage, and from the verve and energy which they were giving it, they had done this plenty of times before! I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears as my daughter reached over Katrina’s back, grabbed a handful of her dishevelled and sweaty blonde hair, and jerked her head back and upwards. With her dildo deep inside my lover’s cunt, Chloe viciously slapped Katrina on the ass several times, and then reached underneath to pull and twist the older woman’s pendulously swinging nipples. All the time, a stream of sexual profanity and dominance poured from my sweet daughter’s lips:

‘You fuckin’ Latvian lezzie, you fuckin’ whore, you’re gonna get fucked so hard, oh yeah bitch! You fuckin’ dyke slut, you’re my cunt-bitch now, you’re my fuck-toy, you slutty Slav cow! You’ll do what I tell you, bitch! You’ll cum when I make you, cunt! Take it – take it now, pussy-slut, FUCKING – TAKE – IT – NOW!! COME FOR ME NOW, YOU CUNT – CUM, NOW!!!

And my sixteen-year-old daughter grasped the hips of my sobbing lover, swung her own butt backwards, and then slammed her pelvis forward with even more venomous force than before, piercing the ribbed nine-inch plastic cock almost up to Katrina’s womb. My eastern European babe gave the most ear-splitting shriek of sexual submission, and her whole body visibly quaked in the throes of a convulsive, volcanic orgasm. She subsided slowly, bubbling gasps coming from a mouth that was pressed into the damp sweaty sheet, interspersed with deep moans as an after-shockwave of mini-orgasms exploded in her vagina.

Chloe looked down at the woman who was more than twice her own age, and almost gloated in her complete command and dominance over her mature body. She shook Katrina’s head by the hair a couple of times, and slapped her again on the ass – I could see from the red glow on the Latvian woman’s butt that she had already taken quite a beating there. Then, with an almost contemptuous lack of consideration, she roughly jerked the strap-on backwards out of Katrina’s pussy, causing the older woman to give a despairing wail as another burst of orgasms exploded in her over-fucked cunt, leaving her utterly spent and almost fainting.

Chloe swung off the bed and turned to face where I was framed in the doorway – stricken, appalled, mesmerised, and (yes, I admit it) also partly aroused, my pussy tingling strangely. My daughter did not seem in the least surprised to see me – I didn’t know for how long she had been aware of my presence, but clearly for some time, and it had not made her pause for a second in her sexual ravishing of my adored lover. She stood with her legs apart and arms akimbo, wearing her smart black leather boots, a pair of black hold-ups, and the strap-on dildo (in fact, looking quite the budding dominatrix), her maturing breasts naked and their large nipples fully aroused.

My daughter looked at me boldly, not a trace of guilt or regret in her expression, and with a slight smile she drawled:

‘Well, well … guess who’s home?’

It wasn’t at all how I had imagined that it would be said.

I just stared at her, open-mouthed. My daughter reached backwards, and with deft expertise undid the buckles on the leather cuffs that bound Katrina’s ankles and wrists to the spreader bar. Swiftly, my pretty blonde lover sat up on the bed, rubbing her ankles where the bondage had chafed. She had the grace to look a little shocked and apprehensive, but she was sheltered behind my imposing and aggressive daughter’s back, and this gave her the confidence to toss her head, settling her hair behind her, and then to look me in the eye – no excuse, no apology was being offered from this quarter either.

This was my third shock, and it hit me like a blow to the solar plexus, winding me and draining all my energy. With a sobbing gasp I slid to my knees, and was only prevented from falling over entirely by the support of the door frame.

Chloe stretched luxuriantly, which thrust her young but impressive breasts even more visibly outwards. I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry and my throat had clenched closed, and I gazed up at my daughter imploringly from my position in front of her feet. That was enough, enough of a stimulus for her to take things further, to seize the moment. She wasn’t high on some drug (which at that moment I half-feared, but also half-hoped – for it would provide a rational explanation and excuse for her sexual rampage), but she was high on lust, on hormones and adrenalin, and most of all on the headiest of all potions – power.

‘Well now, Momma’s home’, Chloe drawled, and then with the speed of a striking snake she lunged forwards and grabbed me by the hair. ‘You shouldn’t come sneakin’ up on people like that, naughty Mummy! You’re a very bad, bad Mummy!’

Whatever I could have imagined she might say, it wasn’t that – the effrontery of the girl just amazed me, it literally took my breath away. She and my lover had been cheating on me behind my back, and far from her showing any remorse at my distress, it seemed that the fault was mine for coming home early and catching them in flagrante! Before I could start to put those sentiments into words, Chloe yanked sharply and painfully on my hair, jerking my head up so that I was looking her straight in the eyes. I could see that she was swept away by the heady pleasure of sexual dominance, that she was riding on the crest of a wave and there would be no stopping her now, and suddenly I felt a cold stab of fear as to what might be in store – for one thing I know about by daughter: she never does anything by halves.

Chloe laughed richly. With a quick glance at Katrina, who was making no move to help me, my daughter added: ‘Momma needs a lesson, Momma needs to learn her place!’ Then she turned partly back towards my lover, and in a harsher tone, with a crisp note of absolute command that I had never heard from her before, she added: ‘… doesn’t she, Katrina-fuck, you slutty cunt? Doesn’t the bitch need a lesson, my pussy-slave?’

And then my final shock was the greatest of them all, for my partner, a handsome mature blonde and a successful professional schoolteacher, scrambled off the mattress like a naughty child and fell humbly to her knees at the side of my sixteen-year-old daughter. I could hardly believe what I was seeing – and then hearing, for with her eyes downcast in meek and absolute submission, Katrina hastened to agree:

‘Oh, yes, Miss Chloe … oh yes, Mistress, let’s do her … please, let’s do her!’

I managed a weak cry of protest, beginning ‘What the fuck d’ya think you’re …’ when I was halted by a sweeping smack across the face from my own daughter – whom I had never struck once in her whole life, nor had she ever hit me until this astonishing moment. I gave a terrified yelp and fell over sideways, and what little power of resistance I might have been able to muster was blown to shreds.

Chloe grasped me roughly by the upper arm, and after she gave Katrina a sharp look, my lover hastened to seize me on the other side. They hauled me unceremoniously to my feet – I lost one of my shoes at this point – and then they yanked me forwards with considerable force, flinging me face downwards across the sweaty and cum-streaked bedsheet.

I made a half-hearted attempt to rise up, but with the honed reactions of a sportswoman and the lithe suppleness of a teenager, Chloe jumped onto the mattress and straddled my back, her knees on either side of me and her weight holding me down. Swiftly, before I had a chance to realise what she was doing, she twisted my arms behind me and strapped them into a pair of the handcuffs from which Katrina had just been released. As soon as my wrists were secured, Chloe rolled me onto my back, so that my arms were trapped beneath me.

‘What, what the fuck is …’ was as much as I managed plaintively to stammer, before she gave me another hard slap across the face, and then a backhand the other way that left me breathless and dazed.

My daughter leaned over me, and I couldn’t help my own lesbian nature – my eyes were inexorably drawn to the high pointy jut of her breasts (like me, she was an early developer and already a big girl in the bust department) and the erect nipples at their peaks, and my pussy flushed hot and wet at the sight of the alluring naked teen-girl flesh suspended above me. Her eyes gleamed as she noted my look and my reaction, and her lip curled in triumph.

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At this point, I should explain a little more about us, and Chloe most of all. She was the unexpected consequence of my final attempt at a straight boyfriend, in my last months at university. He was a nice guy, and handsome too – I had the body, the charm and the vivacity to attract any male that I set my sights on (and most females, too). He was tall and athletically built, and played on the wing for the college rugby team. However, the affair only lasted a few weeks, as once again I inexplicably cooled on it as rapidly as I had begun it, turning moody and easily upset, and after the night of graduation ball we went our separate ways with few regrets. Then, about six weeks later, I discovered that I was pregnant – quite a surprise, as we had used contraceptives, but, y’know, they don’t always work!

I had no desire for marriage or to burden him with the responsibilities of a fatherhood that he had never intended, and so I did not tell him. Almost as much of a surprise as the pregnancy was my fierce desire to have the baby, and to bring it up on my own. My parents and my sister helped with some of the childcare when Chloe was little and I was getting established in a career, but before long I could afford a good daytime nursery, and the arrangements got easier when she started school. During those first few years, I had little time or energy for a sex life, but some casual one-night stands with other young businesswomen who hit on me at conventions or in hotel bars convinced me that lesbianism was my true nature, and with relief I dropped the idea of looking for a male partner – who would have been hard enough to find, now that I had a child in tow.

When Chloe was about seven, I began quite a long and passionate affair with my immediate boss, a striking American redhead in her late thirties who lusted after my ripe curves, and broke her lifetime rule of never seducing anyone who worked for her. We kept it completely secret, and met only at her house after work and on some Sundays, when Chloe was with her grandparents or her aunt and cousins. My boss admired my business skills as well as my bedroom ones, and she boosted my confidence and gave me valuable advice. It was at her encouragement that I left the large international company that we both worked for, and struck out on my own – she even provided part of my start-up capital. It was also part of our plan that when I was independent, we could be more open about our relationship and live together, but just as we were looking for a house to buy, the company gave her a big promotion which required her to move back to the head office in Atlanta. It was far too good an offer to refuse, although we both sadly knew that it meant the parting of the ways.

After that, I put myself about on the lesbian club scene, and got quite a bit of action – I was still in my early thirties, knew how to dress to show my full breasts and taut ass to eye-catching effect, and now I had the personal and sexual confidence to carry it off. It was fun for a while, and I had some amazing fucks, but always at a hotel or the other woman’s home, and I never brought anyone home. But, you know, one tires of that rootlessness after a while, and I was ready for something more stable when a good friend of mine – a lesbian herself, though curiously we had never fucked each other – hosted an all-female dinner party, and Katrina was one of the other guests.

We hit it off straight away, sharing opinions and laughing at each other’s jokes, our eyes dancing with pleasure at finding someone so attractive and so totally on the same wavelength. It was almost an unspoken assumption that we would leave together, would go somewhere and make love – and I do mean make love, not just have sex. To my surprise, as we stood in the street beside our cars (mine sleek, expensive and sporty; hers small, old and rather shabby), I suddenly said: ‘Follow me, come back to my place … stay the night with me, please.’ Her face broke into a stunning radiant smile, as it did again an hour later as she spread her legs wide apart on the white silk sheets of my bed, and my tongue slid into her crack as we ate each other out in a long, languid and deeply satisfying 69.

She was still sleeping peacefully in my arms when I awoke on the Sunday morning, and I left her under the duvet as I pulled on my robe and went down to the kitchen. Chloe was there – it was about 10.00 a.m. – reading the newspaper with the solemnity of a thirteen-year-old on the brink of flowering into a young woman. I wasn’t at all sure how to handle this – she knew nothing of my previous liaisons or my sexual orientation, and I didn’t want to alarm or upset her.

‘Umm, err … Chloe, love, umm … there’s someone staying over … err, a friend … I hope you don’t mind, she’ll be down for breakfast in a while, I guess …’ I trailed off. I needn’t have worried: Chloe put down the book reviews section, gazed at me with bright interest, and then gave quite an adult peal of laughter.

‘Oh, Mum! Finally, you’ve brought someone home – I thought you never would! Are you happy? I hope she’s good in bed!’

I gasped, and my shock must have been transparent. Chloe looked at me with wry amusement, as if she was the mother and I the daughter.

‘Mum, of course I know you’re a lesbian, I mean its obvious – well, it is to me, anyway! It’s fine by me, really and truly, I’ve known for years, and it’s OK. I hope she’s nice, and she can stay and make you happy.’

I admit that I cried a bit with relief and happiness, and my thirteen-year-old daughter – who was already an inch or so taller than me – gave me a cuddle and a tissue to wipe my nose. And that is how things began, three years ago, and very soon Katrina’s visits developed into staying for the whole of each weekend, not having to hide that she was sleeping with me (though we tried not to be too noisy, at least until we were sure that Chloe was asleep), and then, after about six months, she gave up her own rather dingy rented flat, and moved in properly. We were a stable, happy lesbian couple … or so I had thought until this day.

For what happened next, you have to be able to picture Chloe. Her father’s build came out in her height, but she also inherited his reflexes and supple athletic grace. When this was merged with my family’s womanly curves, smooth clear skin, pouty lips and lustrous long dark hair, the result was a stunning package of beauty and strength. Chloe’s breasts began to take shape around the time that I met Katrina, and by the age of sixteen they had developed into needing the support of a 28C bra, whilst her ass was just to die for. My daughter was not only a stunning example of youthful femininity, but she was also a keen sportswoman – she enjoyed athletics and swimming, but most of all she excelled at the vigorously physical and competitive team games of hockey and lacrosse; in fact she was the school captain of the latter team, and was leading it to the top of the local league table. She was now about four inches taller than me, and her lithe frame was also much stronger from her regular workouts on the exercise machines which were installed in our small gymnasium.

Before this, I had scarcely given a thought to Chloe’s sexuality – after all, she was only sixteen. I think I had just assumed that she would be ‘normally’ heterosexual, and had been grateful that she had shown no interest so far in dating or staying out late, and appeared to be quite fully occupied with her school work and her active sporting life. In fact, despite clearly being well-known and popular at school, she seemed to like her privacy, and almost the only person who she invited to our house was her long-time best friend, Abigail. I had certainly never tried to influence Chloe in a lesbian direction – not because I was in any way ashamed of my sexuality, but because it was up to her to find her own path. I was simply overwhelmed by the discovery that my daughter was an active, rampant lesbian – aggressive and domineering, and far more assured and experienced than I was even at the age of twenty-five, never mind at sixteen.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As I lay on my back on the bed, my arms trapped and pinned beneath me, I felt bewildered and disoriented. My little world had literally turned upside down, in a reversal as great as the fact that my daughter was squatting on my pelvis, with the hard plastic rod of her strap-on cock lying flat on my skirt front. She rested her hands on my shoulders for a moment, giving a clear unspoken instruction not to wriggle or resist, and then I felt the first cold wash of fear as her hands trailed downwards onto my chest, to scoop around my breasts and squeeze them.

My mouth opened to make some kind of protest, but before I could gather the breath, Chloe made another lightning move. Her hands moved from my breasts to grip my elegant silk shirt, and then with a convulsive heave she tore it open, sending the small pearl-shaped buttons scattering across the room like grapeshot. I gave a shriek as my daughter stripped it away to each side and tugged it partly off my shoulders. Her hands went back to my breasts, gripping them much harder through the flimsy lace of the lightweight, soft fabric summer bra that I was wearing. Chloe hooked her finger into the linking band between the two breast cups, and then with a feral grin she gave it a vicious tug downwards and back up again.

This had the effect of flipping my heavy breasts out from the shelter of the bra and into the open air, and Chloe pounced on them like a tigress. I gave a disbelieving scream of shock – immediately followed by another of real pain – as she gripped both of my nipples, and gave them a hard pinch and then a twist in opposite directions. My body bucked under her, and I swear that the heaving struggles of my pelvis against her crotch turned on my daughter-dyke even more. She laughed gleefully at my futile struggles, and twisted my nipples back the other way, which was more than twice as painful. I gave a whimpering sob, and tears trickled from the corners of my eyes – tears of pain, of shame and of fear.

With my hands tied and pinned under my back, I was utterly defenceless against her strength, and we both knew it. The truth is that any mother-daughter relationship is a churning maelstrom of love and hate, spiced with generous flavourings of envy, jealousy and possessiveness – and in our case, where there had only and always been just the two of us, the polarities were still more highly charged. However much affection there is, there is also rivalry and friction – it is a power relationship, and in these few life-changing moments the power passed irrevocably from me to my daughter, so profoundly that the transfer was almost physically visible. I gazed up at her from my prone and humbled position, feeling deeply uncertain of my future role and place, my lips trembling and fear showing in my eyes.

My lesbian hawk of a daughter drank it down like heady wine, and with a wicked glint in her eye she slapped my quivering mounds of breast-flesh several times, sending a sharp jolt through me that was followed by an even more shocking sensitivity and warmth. Chloe twisted round to glance behind her, to where Katrina still knelt on the floor, her eyes saucer-shaped as saw her mature lover taken down and broken by her own teenage daughter – the young woman who, one Wednesday two months previously, when they had been alone together in the house, had taken Katrina in a sudden sexual assault that had been three-quarters rape and only one-quarter seduction, overpowering her and then fucking her into a cosmic-scale climax. My Latvian lady had kept secret the ensuing two-hour lesbian bondage marathon which had blown her mind, and the regular sex sessions that had followed every week since, so that now she was my nubile daughter’s willing pleasure-toy and abject pussy-slave – and I had suspected nothing of this.

Chloe shifted forwards so that her crotch was now pressing down on my chest, in fact quite deliberately trapping and crushing one of my nipples against the base of the strap-on, which now lay solid and threatening in the valley of my cleavage. Then, in a haughty tone, she instructed Katrina to remove my skirt and panties. Hearing this, I tried to heave my daughter aside, but she was more than ready for such a move, and with gleeful joy she rode me as if I was a bucking bronco, grinding her pussy down against my breast. My efforts were feeble enough, in truth, and I desisted when after a few moments she slapped my face again and curtly ordered me to ‘Lie still, Mommy-bitch! There’s a good Momma-pussy – you’re getting what’s coming to you, no point in fighting it!’

Completely in thrall to my dominatrix of a daughter, Katrina eagerly fumbled for the waist button and side zip of my silver grey pencil skirt, and then she tugged it away from my hips, down my legs, and flung it away behind her. For a moment, both she and my daughter gazed at my delicately feminine low-rise string panties, a flimsy lace concoction that matched my bra. Chloe reached one long arm around behind her and roughly pulled the gusset of the panties aside, revealing my Venus mound – I keep my pussy area shaven, with a patch of trimmed brown hair above. I was appalled and ashamed to realise that my labia had enlarged and parted, and that warm moist juice was leaking from my vagina. Surely … surely, I could not be aroused by my plight, by having my daughter in sexual command of me … no, it couldn’t be that.

Chloe ran a finger down my slit, which parted moistly for her, and with a laugh of vindication she probed my wetness before flicking her fingernails sharply against my clitoris. It was like an electric shock, and I yelped with surprise, pain and … yes, it had to be admitted, pleasure. I could not look my daughter in the face as she towered above me, and in my shame I twisted my head away to the side.

‘Get rid of her fucking panties, you lazy bitch!’ she snapped curtly at Katrina, who again hastened to comply with her mistress’s commands – and I realised now where the chain of authority in my household really lay. In a moment, despite my futile kicks, my panties were yanked down to my knees, stripped over my ankles and tossed aside.

Chloe’s next instructions were even more alarming, but I was her helpless prisoner and could do nothing to protect myself. Katrina was told to fasten leather cuffs to my ankles, and then to use the strong bondage rope to strap my feet to each leg of the bed. Next, Katrina was instructed to wind the cord five times around each of my thighs, just above the knee, and to use two other lengths to tie these off to each side as well – pulling firmly on the ropes so that I was stretched wide apart, almost painfully so. Then, again obediently following orders, she passed a rope in a loop around my chest, across my upper breasts and under my armpits, and fixed this to the bed frame on either side. I was now securely bound in place, and Chloe no longer had to hold me down – freeing her to take whatever action she so desired.

I had never been in bondage before, not ever – from whatever chance, it had just never arisen with any of my previous lovers, even in the steamiest of one-night-stand pickups. It was strange to feel so restricted, to be forced to be open and utterly vulnerable, and it gave me a sense of weak lassitude. I could understand now how slaves obeyed their masters, and the fatalism that overtakes you when you are unable to take any independent action of your own.

Chloe slid smoothly backwards down my naked torso, which was now slick with sweat – mostly from fear, but some, yes, some from sexual arousal. The huge plastic strap-on cock that she was wearing – which I didn’t recognise, it wasn’t one of mine, it looked far larger, nastier and meaner than the ones I use – slid heavily over my pelvis, scraped down my pubic slit, and thudded ominously onto the mattress, just an inch from my trembling vagina and pointed straight at its puckered pink opening like a huge battering ram. A surge of fear at what this implied enabled me to grasp for a shred of my former authority, and I began to protest:

‘Chloe! No, no – you can’t!! You mustn’t do tha– ’

SLAP!

She backhanded me contemptuously across my face, splitting my upper lip and making a thin trickle of blood run into my mouth. Her violence literally stunned me, halting me abruptly in mid-word. Her eyes narrowed, and she hissed fiercely:

‘You don’t ever tell me what to do with your cunt, lezzie-Mommie! Don’t you EVER!!’

Then her mood instantly flipped back to its former gleeful lust, and with a predatory smile she placed one finger across my mouth in the universal sign for silence.

‘Good pussy-Moms are seen and not heard! Or, rather,’ and here she laughed richly at her own humour, ‘they’re fucked and not heard!’ Then she added, as if reflecting: ‘though I suppose gasping and moaning and begging is allowed – and aloud!’ and she laughed again at her pun.

Before I could gather my scattered wits, my daughter leant forwards, sucked hard on one of my nipples, and then – as I moaned with shame at my instant erogenous response, with my tit hardening like concrete – she nipped it painfully with her teeth. My resulting scream of shock and anguish revved her up again, and she took my chin in a firm grip, forcing me to look at her.

‘Time for Mommy-bitch’s first lesson!’ she declared, and then added: ‘Lesson number one – your cunt gets used only when I say, and how I say!’

Kneeling between my spread thighs, my sixteen-year-old daughter teased the very tip of her dildo up and down my slit, ending by nudging it up against the nub of my clitoris. I was powerless to prevent its intrusion, as she slid about half an inch of its tip into the gap between my highly-sensitised inner labia. The delicate, almost tickling pressure from this vanguard was an enticing promise of what as about to happen, and, despite my dismay at my lover’s betrayal and my shock of discovering that my daughter was a dyke, shivers of expectation coursed through my body, making me tremble and my nipples harden into steely points.

I remember wondering in amazement at Chloe’s dexterity with the strap-on. How could my young daughter have become so expert a lesbian lover? It just wasn’t possible to have so much command and control at her age, even if she had been doing Katrina – and, I realised, maybe some others – on a regular basis. It could not be from experience – so it must be instinct, and I wondered with pride about my marvellous offspring, who had such natural Sapphic skills.

‘You like it, don’t you, Mommie dearest’, she cooed, pleased with being the cause of my visible arousal.

‘Mmmm … oooohh, aaahh! Yes, oh … oh-oh-oh, yes!’ I admitted, panting and moaning.

‘Beg for it!’ she demanded imperiously; ‘I know you want it – so beg for it, bitch, beg me to do you, Mum!’

I tried to resist, but the sensuous ripples from her slow stroking of my labia with the tip of the dildo was just too much of a sensory overload. It washed away my shame and, in my restraints, I lost all restraint. I jerked and shuddered in the strict confines of my bondage, my senses magnified by my constricted helpless vulnerability, and I surrendered totally.

‘Fuck me, Chloe … ooh, please, darling daughter, take me … aah, Christ, I need a fuck, please, please!’ I gabbled with increasing desperation, as she tantalisingly slid the dildo just another half inch further into me, scraping it along my vaginal walls and sending every nerve-ending into a frenzy.

‘Louder!’ she demanded, ‘I want Katrina to hear you beg for it, Mommie-cunt, you’re such a lezzie slut!’

I was on fire, and yet chilled by the chasm that was opening up in front of me. Was I really asking my own daughter to fuck me, to be my lesbian dom, to take me in incestuous intercourse. Oh, God, yes – yes, I was, I just couldn’t hold back! I was desperate with desire, desperate with a need which I had never known that I had – a hunger to be taken, to be a captive in bondage, to be coerced and violated. She might be more than twenty years younger than me, and my own flesh and blood, but this Amazon queen had made me her prisoner, her pleasure-slave, and I just had to have her take me … take me hard, take me without mercy.

‘PLEASE, I’m begging you, Chloe, oh! for pity’s sake, please please FUCK me!’ I shrieked, all inhibitions gone; ‘Please take me, fuck me hard – I want you to, I need it so bad! Fuck me, Chloe, FUCK YOUR MOMMA, FUCK YOUR MOM RIGHT NOW!!’

And she did – before I could draw another breath, her hips thrust forward with all the force that she used to muscle aside opposing players on the hockey field, and the dildo slammed into my hole like a missile with a nuclear warhead. I howled at the savage intrusion, and again when she pulled back roughly and then rammed it in even harder, making a yet deeper penetration. Chloe began a vicious pumping rhythm, fucking me just as I had seen her doing to Katrina. The latter watched avidly, occasionally reaching across to grasp one of my breasts and squeeze its nipple.

I couldn’t believe it, just couldn’t believe it! I was being taken in bondage by my own teenage daughter, and my lover was her subservient slave, and was helping her to do it.

Chloe rammed the plastic cock into me so hard and so deep, I really though it would split me apart and come out the other side. The effects were a revelation to me, bondage virgin that I was. I squirmed and thrashed on the bed, as far as the mere inch or two of give in my ropes would permit – and the restrictions upon my response only served to make the whole experience even more sexually overwhelming. It was as if there was an inverse ratio – the more constrained that I was in my ropes, the more it magnified my sexual receptivity and the power of my orgasm. Yes, to my utter disbelief, my daughter was fucking me to a climax – her huge dildo was excavating my vaginal passage to unknown depths, and rasping across my clit in the process. Inevitably, my body responded to these physical stimuli, and my hips began to rock and, despite my bondage, to try to thrust back in reciprocal rhythm with Chloe’s pounding penetrations.

The orgasm built inexorably, and as Chloe detected my response she gave a whooping, cowgirl-style holler, and – which I would not have believed possible – increased the pace and power of her thrusts. I know that I began to say things – dirty, degrading things, pathetic pleas to be taken, to be fucked, to be used, even to be raped – but this was like a backing soundtrack to the creaking of the mattress springs and the pulsing of blood in my ears. The last straw was when Chloe reached again for my tits, giving them yet another pinching twist and turn, and my scream of pain became lost in the howling hurricane of the longest, deepest, most exhilarating orgasm that I had ever known.

In its wake, I lay limp in my bondage, sweat-soaked, with bruised lips and face, aching tits and a burning tenderness in my pussy, from which cum-juice seeped onto my upper thighs and the soiled sheet underneath me. I was gasping like a landed fish, and in truth I was almost as much out of my natural element as it would have been.

Chloe withdrew the huge plastic phallus from my vagina – I must admit, far more considerately than she had done with poor Katrina earlier. She climbed off the mattress and stood at the side of the bed, level with my head. I gazed upwards in wonder as she unbuckled the strap-on and then stood looking down at me, magnificently Amazonian in her black boots and hold-ups, and nothing else. Her thighs were smooth bronzed columns, and her Venus mound was thrust out above me like the prow of a Viking longship. My eyes travelled from the swelling curve of her smoothly-shaven slit, up her flat stomach to the twin pyramids of her breasts, and my cunt glowed with an inner warmth as it throbbed with mingled pain and desire.

I thought that she might untie me, but my daughter was far from finished with me. She had me just where she wanted, completely at her mercy, and she certainly wasn’t done yet. She still had plenty of energy, and plenty of ideas as well. The first of these was to order Katrina forwards into the space between my knees and instruct her to start licking and fingering my sticky sopping pussy. Soon I was crying out brokenly in a second spine-shaking orgasm, but that was only the prelude.

‘Give my slutty Mom a pussy-whipping, Katrina’, ordered my daughter.

My eyes bulged – what did she mean, what could this be? I started to voice a protest, but Chloe reached over and grasped my chin, and her warning shake of the head reduced me to silence. I soon discovered what she was referring to, as Katrina stopped in mid-suck of my cunt, rocked back on her heels, and then slapped my tender pussy hard with the flat of her hand. My squeal of protest was due more to surprise than soreness, but when she followed up with three more stinging slaps, that soon changed. After a spell of this treatment, I was whimpering from pain, from humiliation – and from the tremendous sexual charge which it was giving me.

Just as I thought it would be too much to endure, I felt the delicate but insistent pressure of Katrina’s tongue – soothing, soft and wet. She licked around my mound, along my opening, and then inside my vagina. However, I was foolish to relax – for, after a few seconds of this satisfying oral attention, and without the slightest warning, Katrina administered a further series of smacks right on my cunt. I cried out in protest, and began to plead with her to stop – but I was wasting my breath, as she ignored me completely. This treatment of alternating sucking and slapping continued inexorably, and its effect was amazingly arousing – the random unpredictability of the punishment adding to my already heightened state of sexual tension. My pussy was now so tender that the slaps were sending electric jolts right through me, and so sensitive that the penetrations of her squirming tongue were driving me wild. In combination, they raised me on a tidal wave of sexual anguish which mounted and mounted, until at last it broke in an pulverising orgasmic cascade that left me breathless and dizzy.

Chloe had watched all of this intently, whilst administering sharp slaps of her own to Katrina’s outthrust ass during the spells when my traitorous lover was eating me out. These made Katrina gasp or yelp right into my vagina, where the sound was muffled by my flesh but its effect was transmitted with vibrating intensity. After I climaxed, Chloe seized Katrina by the hair and shoved her away to the side, where she sprawled on the floor. Once again my daughter stood over my prone and pinioned form, looking down at me with a lustful gleam in her eyes. It was clear that she was not finished with my re-education yet, not by a long way.

‘Mommie-mine, sweet Mommie-mine’, she cooed in an approximation of a little girl’s voice. It was an expression she had often used as a child, fierce even then in her possessive ownership of her one parent. She still came out with it from time to time – but as she said it this time, there was a new tone in her voice, a new look in her eye. I swallowed, trepidation making me bite my lips – for the phrase had a whole different meaning now, now that she had stripped me, bound me, fucked me, and shattered all my powers of resistance. I lay there, naked and spread-eagled, my cunt gaping open with the wet juices of my orgasms, and curiously it was in that moment and with that phrase that she truly broke me and made me into her submissive.

I licked my lips as strangely satisfying feelings of release mingled with anticipation and – yes, I’ll admit it – arousal. I was more turned on by what she had done to me and more excited by my bound predicament than previously I would ever have believed was possible. I ran my tongue along my lips, my nipples hardened in stiff erection, and I tried to arch my hips and spread my pussy even further open.

All this my dominatrix daughter observed, and she ran her hands over my breasts and stomach and down to my cunt, parting the labia with one hand and sticking two fingers of the other into me with one fluid motion, sinking them home right up to the knuckles. I gasped and moaned with pleasure, and even fluttered my eyelashes at her seductively. I was completely captured and conquered, and had fallen without reservation under my teenage daughter’s bewitching sexual spell.

‘Mommie-mine’, she purred like a contented lioness; ‘Mommie-all-mine!’

Chloe glanced over at Katrina, who offered no protest at this confiscation of her lover. In fact, she seemed to be transported with delight at the concept that I was now – like her – Chloe’s fuck-slave – and furthermore, as the newest conquest, that I was inferior to her in status.

‘Good little Katrina-cunt’, my daughter said with approval; ‘kiss my ass, you blonde slut – show me who’s your mistress, lick me good!’ And she waggled her shapely butt provocatively at my lover, who immediately scrambled to do her bidding, kissing her asshole and then lapping eagerly all around it. However, when Katrina’s tongue strayed to the base of Chloe’s slit, this earned a sharp backhanded slap across the face that tumbled the 32 year-old onto her back.

‘Naughty, naughty Katrina!’ scolded my daughter. ‘You know the rules, you Latvian lezzie slut – you’ll eat my pussy when I tell you to, bitch, and only then!’

Katrina was abjectly contrite, and crawled on her stomach to kiss Chloe’s feet, apologising profusely for her error. My daughter gazed down with undisguised satisfaction at the sexy mature woman who was abasing herself before her mistress. Chloe placed her feet apart, and in a softer voice said:

‘OK, I forgive you this time – so, eat me now, you whore, eat my cunt and make me cum all over your face!

My daughter stood leaning backwards against the bedroom wall, with her pelvis thrust out in front. Katrina knelt between Chloe’s legs, and squirmed her tongue into the teenager’s tight twat. As she devoted all of her energies to sexually servicing my daughter, the latter took hold of a clump of the blonde woman’s hair, making a kind of instant pony-tail, and used this to push Katrina’s face even more firmly into her cunt – and then she gazed at me boldly over the my traitorous lover’s eagerly bobbing head.

It was a stunningly erotic sight, not just of passionate lesbian lovemaking but also of proud strong youth dominating submissive ripe maturity. It affected me deeply, going right to subconscious longings and needs that I had been quite unaware of. I gazed avidly at every motion, attuned to every whimper of desire that escaped from Katrina’s muffled mouth. I was intensely aware of the sway of my daughter’s hips, the tension rippling in her stomach muscles, and the increased tempo of her pants for breath, and – most of all – the twin peaks of her nipples on her jutting breasts. In her turn, Chloe was watching me like a hawk, and after a moment she let go of Katrina’s hair and lifted both hands to cup her own breasts, pointing them towards me like the twin barrels of a shotgun, and then massaging them and pulling on her own tits.

I found the spectacle of Katrina performing cunnilingus on my daughter incredibly arousing, and my body responded. I strained in my bondage, jerking my pelvis upwards and opening my thighs as wide as I could force them, and jiggling my breasts in the air. The frustration of being so turned on and yet unable to touch my pussy or tits was maddening, and it became a vicious circle that stoked the flames of my lust even higher. I began to buck up and down, to moan and to plead, and my daughter laughed in triumphal vindication at seeing me reduced to the being the wanton mindless puppet of my erogenous zones. Then Chloe’s nostrils flared and she gave a sharp cry as she came, but almost at once she pulled Katrina’s head away from her sopping pussy, and gestured towards me.

‘Slutty Mommie is getting off on watching you suck me – the dirty dyke cow! You know what to do – stake her, and strap her!’

‘Oooh, yes – yes, Mistress!!’ cried Katrina happily, clapping her hands together in childish approval. I swallowed, wondering apprehensively what these ominous terms might mean – and I soon found out! Katrina crossed to the chest of drawers in which she kept her clothes, particularly her nightdresses and her lingerie, and in a moment she returned with a large and wide vibrator which I had never seen before – it was a mean-looking machine, black and covered with knobs and ridges. She switched it on to a high-speed but random setting, and then – to chorus of squeals and half-hearted protests from me – pushed it slowly but surely all the way into my pussy, so that only the base remained visible. And then, in order to prevent me from pushing it out by contracting my vaginal muscles, or it just slipping out due to my extraordinary wetness and looseness, she wrapped a criss-cross of the bondage rope around my pelvis – pulling it tight so that it cut across my pussy, biting deeply between the soft lips of my labia, and so holding the vibrator in place as it did its devilish work deep inside me.

I began to groan and shudder from the effects of the electric dildo, as it pulsated and rubbed against my vaginal walls. Soon its effects were becoming impossible to contain, and I began to squirm in my bonds, gasping and shrieking in alternation as the vibrator randomly changed its rhythm and frequency. Sweat ran from my face and beaded my breasts, as I watched Katrina resume her eating-out of my teenage daughter’s cunt. The visual stimulus combined with the physical abrasions from the vibrator, and suddenly I went through the glass ceiling and into a whole new stratosphere of sexual arousal. I jerked and sobbed in my captivity, until with an ululating scream I orgasmed with explosive force and throbbing intensity. Completely blown away, I collapsed limply – feeling utterly used, totally violated and yet also incredibly sexually satisfied. For the first time ever in my life, I had been taken to my limits – and now that I knew them, I embraced them.

Chloe had watched all of this with vivid intensity, drinking in my helpless wild thrashings and shudderings whilst Katrina’s mouth ate eagerly at her pussy. I was sure that she had come at least once from my lover’s oral attentions, but beyond a flaring of her nostrils and a tightening of her lips, my Amazonian daughter had given no other visible or audible sign of this. Now she pulled Katrina’s head away from between her thighs, though more gently than the last time. She stooped over my kneeling lover and kissed her quite tenderly on the lips, but then reached lower to seize her nipples and give them each a sharp twist in opposite directions. Katrina’s eyes bulged and she gave a high-pitched shriek, falling over backwards and clutching desperately at her bruised tits. However, she lay supine on her back as Chloe stepped over her, and she made no other protest, instead gazing up in awe at my daughter in the way that slave regards her owner. Without a backward glance at the woman who was clearly so entirely in her thrall, Chloe came to the end of the bed and gazed down at her other mature prize.

‘Not bad, Mummy – not bad at all’, she said smugly; ‘actually, you’re really not a bad Mum …’ and she trailed a hand languidly up to one of my breasts, cupping and caressing it, ‘… in fact, you’re quite hot, really quite a sexy Mommie-babe, aren’t you?’

I was taken aback by this change of tone, and quite flattered – I mean, any mature lesbian would like to be called hot by a sexy teen, even though it felt quite weird to hear such praise from the lips of my own daughter. I didn’t know what to say, but I must have looked pleased, and I guess subconsciously I preened a little bit, thrusting my breasts up higher and wiggling my hips.

‘Mmmm’, murmured my daughter in appreciation, laughter twinkling in her eyes and around her lips, ‘yeah, not fucking bad, you dirty slut!’

Then she came to a decision, giving a peal of laughter and declaring:

‘It’s Mothers’ Day! And look – I’m bringing you breakfast in bed, and it’s your favourite too, Mom – I know you love to eat pussy, so here you are!’

With that, my daughter climbed onto the bed and straddled above my shoulders. She reached between her own legs and with two fingers spread apart the sweet pink lips of her labia. Before I could say anything – for I was too confused to know what I thought – she dropped her pussy smack onto my lips. Her inner thighs had my head in a vice-like grip so that I had no chance to turn aside, even if I had wanted to. But did I?

Well, pussy is pussy, and I’m a rampant lesbian for whom cunt-eating is one of life’s great pleasures, so I barely hesitated. I thrust my tongue into my own daughter’s vagina, and lapped and sucked and poked and thrust for all I was worth – which is quite a bit (and I don’t mean the money in the bank!), for I’ve had years of experience and, as Katrina would testify, I’m a cunnilingus expert. I think I managed to surprise Chloe with my dexterity and my understanding of how to vary the rhythm and texture, when to make my tongue soft and soothing, and when to rasp its rough edge along her vaginal walls or across her clitoris.

Within a few moments, I had the satisfaction of hearing Chloe’s breathing change pitch, becoming more ragged as she started to gasp. I could feel little tremors run through her pelvis and thighs, and I’ll admit to a certain glow of pride, the kind a craftsman has in a job well done, even though somewhere locked away in a padded cell in the back of my mind, my conscience (always a weak thing) was jumping up and down and hollering: ‘it’s your daughter – you’re fucking your own daughter, you disgusting incestuous bitch – it’s your sixteen-year-old daughter, you mother-fucker!’ Which was a bit off the mark, I felt – if my conscience was gonna call anyone a mother-fucker, that epithet should certainly be aimed at Chloe! I tuned out my annoying conscience, and nuzzled my lips even deeper into my daughter’s private parts, exulting in the taste of her sweet teenage juices as they dribbled onto my face.

Above, and unseen by me, for in my position I could not see any higher than her tummy-button, Chloe’s eyes had closed and a glazed expression had come over her face. She had been stroking her nipples, but now with a sharp command she instructed Katrina to stand behind her. Leaning her back against the pillow of my Latvian lover’s chest, she ordered the blonde to reach around and massage her breasts, whilst she continued spasmodically to pull on her own tits.

The crescendo came suddenly – as it so often does to the young, and here my years of experience told over my daughter. She gave a series of harsh barking yelps, ground her cunt hard down on me – bruising my lips and for a moment almost suffocating me – then her thigh muscles went rigid, her back arched, and with a moaning cry she orgasmed, and a flood of sticky juices squirted from my daughter’s cunt onto my face. Chloe gasped, leaning back upon Katrina for support to steady herself, and I took a deep satisfaction from knowing that I had serviced her truly well, giving her a sexual charge maybe nearly as big as the ones she had just been dealing me.

As I lay there, fucked almost to exhaustion, bound and captive, with my legs stretched wide apart and my daughter’s pussy-juices streaked across my face, I knew that my relationship with Chloe had changed profoundly and permanently. Our roles had been reversed – now I would be at her beck and call, seeking her approval and waiting for her permission. I would be her servant, and more – her slave, her slut, her whore. Far from troubling or vexing me, the prospect thrilled me to my innermost core, and I was eager to submit to it.

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So that is how it happened, how in one afternoon I went from being top dog to bottom bitch in my own house. And I am the bottom, a natural bottom – it turned out that I am even more of a lesbian submissive than Katrina, in fact she now doms me quite a lot … but, of course, only when Chloe gives her permission to use me that way!

Now we have a new order of things. I am still the cool autocratic businesswoman at work, decisive and even ruthless – my strong side comes out there even more, as if to balance my role as a sex-slave in my personal life. In fact, I am now even more successful in business, and the company is expanding and making more money than ever. But when I leave work, as soon as I enter through the front door of the house, all that falls away like a role that I have been acting on the stage. If only my competitors, or my employees, could see what happens next … but then, they never will!

When I walk into the hall, the first thing that I must do is to take off all of my smart business-woman clothes, folding them neatly onto the chair in the corner. All that I am allowed to keep on are my shoes and my traditional-style stockings with their suspender belt, all of which Chloe will have picked out on the previous evening and ordered me to wear. Everything else comes off, including my bra and – if I have actually been allowed to wear any – my panties. Then I take up my position, kneeling submissively on the floor near the foot of the staircase, my arms behind me and my knees several inches apart, so that my breasts and cunt are visible, and I wait.

Sometimes Chloe and Katrina will leave me there for an hour or more – particularly if Chloe is taking Katrina for a hard bondage fuck-ride in the bedroom, and as I wait down below I can hear the moans and shrieks of their lovemaking, and my tits go painfully hard and my pussy seeps with juices – but I am not allowed to touch myself, if I break that rule and give in to temptation, then I will be truly punished for it (and so, of course, quite often I do, and they will stroll down the stairs hand-in-hand and naked, to find me writhing on my back on the hall floor, three fingers of one hand rammed into my pussy and the other hand frotting my clit or squeezing my tits, and Chloe will be furious and give me a severe caning and probably a vicious anal fuck-rape).

Generally, they don’t leave me there for too long, because they want to use their slut-slave. One or both of them will saunter into the hall, and give me my orders and my outfit for the evening. Sometimes it is really slutty lingerie, such as quarter-cup bras that push my big breasts out for anyone to take and use (or abuse, more usually) together with split open-crotch panties, or it might be a lurid lilac-and-black-lace teddy, or a scarlet tight-laced corset bustier with a whore’s fishnet stockings and four inch heels, and so on. However, their favourite item is a very skimpy maid’s uniform of a tight little black dress with a plunging neckline and a lace-trimmed bottom hem that barely covers my cunt, with on top of this a little white belt and apron, and a perky little lace cap to pin to my hair – God knows what porno mail-order firm they got it from, it is quite obscene and I feel a total slut when I am wearing it … and so, of course, it thrills me to the core when I see it has been laid out for me to put on!

Another frequent item is a harness of thin leather straps and bright silver chains which frames around my naked breasts and leaves my cunt open and exposed for use; it has a leather waist band to which my wrist cuffs can easily be fixed. At other times I might be trussed into a criss-cross of bondage rope, with a length of cord pulled tight into my pussy – this has amazing effects with every movement that I make. If I am lucky, the vibrator will be rammed into me first, and the cords twisted cruelly tight between my legs to hold it firmly in place. I will have to perform all of the evening chores with its randomly-set churning sending pulsating waves of arousal coursing through my body.

Once, when I was roped up like this, the vibrator made me come with a sudden shattering force just as I was bringing the soup bowl to the table to serve Chloe’s and Katrina’s dinner, and I collapsed, splashing some of the soup onto Chloe’s dress. She was furious, and I was at once dragged down to the basement, where she has set up a full-equipped bondage room (everything ordered and paid for by me, of course). After being stripped naked and bound to the A-frame with my legs wide apart, she whipped my breasts, pussy and ass so hard that at work the next day it was agony to make any movement. My breasts were so tender that even in my softest non-underwired fabric bra, any motion rubbed against them agonisingly. My staff saw me pale and tottering, and every so often wincing or giving a little whimper of pain, and I had to excuse it by saying that I had got food-poisoning – which in a kind of way it was, or at least food-spilling.

It is my job to do all the household chores – I could easily afford to pay servants, but that’s not the point of this at all! So I spend my evening and weekend hours (apart from when I am sexually servicing my mistresses or they are fucking me) doing all of the cleaning of the house, all of the washing and ironing of clothes, and all of the cooking and clearing up of meals (granted, I am allowed to use our large and expensive dish-washing machine). Of course, a small part of me says this isn’t much different from what I have done for Chloe for the previous sixteen years – I have spoiled her, I suppose, but I don’t care and now she has blossomed into this wonderful Sapphic sex goddess, so dominant and powerful. She’ll have every lesbian cunt on the planet at her beck and call, and my daughter will ride roughshod over all of the dyke bitches and pretty fainting femmes – I am so proud of her, and to have been one of her first conquests.

I discovered later that I was actually her fourth, the first having been her best friend, Abigail, a slim and bouncy redhead for whom the phrase ‘cute as a button’ might have been invented. Chloe had easily seduced her several months ago, and under her direction one time when Abi was staying for a sleepover, they took each other’s virginity. Abi was now a well-trained pussy-eater, and the two of them slip into a cubicle in the girls’ toilets at their school every lunchtime for her to practice her cunnilingus technique. Secondly, for the last three months Chloe has been regularly fucking the teacher at her school who coaches the lacrosse team – one reason why she was made captain was so that they had good reasons for plenty of one-to-one after-school ‘planning and training’ sessions. What actually goes on in these is that Chloe straps the young woman widespread to a vaulting horse, spanks her ass with a table-tennis bat and then shafts her pussy with the handle of a badminton racquet, before she allows the grateful bitch to fall to her knees and worship at my daughter’s glistening teenage cunt.

Katrina was thus Chloe’s third conquest, as her experience and her lusts grew in parallel. It seems that for several months she had been nursing a mounting desire for the sexy Latvian blonde, catching tantalising glimpses of her breasts and ass as she left the bathroom or our bedroom. Then, one Wednesday afternoon Katrina thought she had the house to herself, and she was in our bedroom trying out some new sexy lingerie to give me a treat when I came home, when in walked Chloe wearing only her boots and the strap-on. Before Katrina had time to react, Chloe threw her back on the bed, ripped her panties aside, forced my babe’s thighs apart with her knees, and slammed the dildo into her cunt like a torpedo. The result, as they say, was history – Katrina’s feeble efforts to push my daughter off soon lapsed, as Chloe pulled her tits out of her bra and gave them a tough mauling. Within moments of Chloe’s first deep penetration of my lover’s vagina, Katrina was bucking and screaming in the biggest orgasm she had had for years, and that explosive revelation sealed firstly her fate and – eventually – mine as well.

So, now my evenings and weekends are spent as the household slave, doing all the menial tasks in next to no clothes at all. If Chloe is in the room, I have to go down on my knees, kiss her feet, and beg permission to be allowed to stand – but often my daughter-mistress refuses such indulgence, and I complete my tasks crawling about on my hands and knees. Quite often, if she thinks I am being too slow, she will order me to take up the brace position – it is how she had Katrina bound when I discovered them, I kneel with my face on the floor, spread my legs and reach through between them to grip my ankles. Then Chloe – or sometimes, on her orders, Katrina – will flip my maid’s skirt up over my back, and they might spank or cane me, or – if I am very lucky – shaft my pussy or ass-hole with a dildo.

When the meal is ready, they sit at the table in their elegant and very expensive evening gowns – I gaze with lust at their shapely breasts that are put so wonderfully on display in these couturier’s confections, with their plunging cleavages and bare backs – whilst I humbly serve each course and remove the dirty dishes (I will be allowed to eat later in the kitchen, after clearing up). Sometimes, as I stand next to them to serve the soup and vegetables, or pour another glass of vintage champagne, they will slip a hand up my legs and push a finger deep into my vagina – but woe betide me if this makes me spill a drop on them or the starched white tablecloth! Then I serve them coffee in the lounge, and sometimes Chloe orders me onto my hands and knees there, and I slip her panties down her legs, spread her thighs apart, and delicately lick along her labial lips and nibble at her clit until her back arches and she seizes my shoulders or hair, grinding my face into her pussy as she squirts her cum juice into my eager mouth.

Sometimes she and Katrina gang-bang me, often in bondage – that can get quite rough, as they get carried away by their lust, but although I struggle and scream and squeal and beg uselessly for mercy, that is part of my pleasure and theirs, and all it does is make them slap my breasts and pinch my tits and ass all the harder. On other nights, Chloe will tie me spread-eagle in a X to the mattress in my bedroom, and either push a double ended dildo into my cunt or put strap-on over my face, and then she will use me as her fuck-toy, spreading her pussy lips and lowering her vagina onto the upthrust rod and slamming herself up and down until she comes with a screaming orgasm. Then she leaves me bound in place for the night, pulls the duvet over us both, curls up next to me – usually rubbing her pussy against my thigh, with her leg in turn abrading my cunt – until we fall exhaustedly asleep.

At other times, she gives permission for Katrina to spend the night with me, which we usually pass in tender lovemaking – but now, and always, it is Katrina who is in charge of me, who tells me what to do. Recently, some of these free nights are because Chloe has either had her sports teacher (Miss Lorimer) come to stay, or her girlfriend Abigail for a weekend sleepover (Jesus, if Abi’s parents had the slightest idea of what they get up to together!). Both the teacher and the schoolgirl now know about my submissive relationship with Chloe – Miss Lorimer was not surprised at all, and although herself a sub to Chloe she turned out to be quite a bitch to me, and my daughter enjoys letting her teacher use her mother as a cunt-slave (and that woman knows the meanest ways to pinch my poor puffy labia). Abi was much more surprised and shocked, but when Chloe told her to drop her panties and get her legs open for me eat her pussy, she didn’t hesitate to follow my daughter’s orders – and nor did she when, after I had made her shiver in orgasm, Chloe tied me up, buckled a strap-on around her girlfriend’s pelvis, and instructed her to fuck me in the doggy-position. Sweet and innocent-looking young Abigail really got off on that, driving the dildo in and out of me with almost vicious vigour. When I pleaded with her to be a good girl and go gently, she just laughed and then stuck two fingers right into my asshole, making me scream with pain at the very moment that I orgasmed – and now she likes to fuck me anally every time she visits, the little bitch, and Chloe laughs when I whimper and beg Abi not to be rough.

There it is, now you know all of my secrets … so, the next time you encounter a smart, sexy, confident and powerful woman in the business world, and you hear that she is a single mother with a teenage daughter … well, who knows just what happens when she goes home at night …

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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