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Over the next months, their family business grew and grew. They hired quite a few new hookers. Some were younger, some older, some were black, white or Chinese. Of course Greg ‘tried’ every new girl himself, they had a reputation to lose after all! He kept fucking most of them after that.

They built some new rooms next to the house, so they’d have enough beds for about eight to ten girls working at the same time. They even had a bondage room and a room for water sports because two of the girls really liked to drink piss.

Everything had worked out quite good for the family of three. The brothel of the Cooper-Family was getting more and more successful. The girls had the reputation of fulfilling all their customers’ needs and they had a lot of regular visitors. It was this one Saturday that changed a lot for them. There was a group of about eight guys at the brothel and they were pretty drunk. This wasn’t unusual, so none of the hookers complained. Each man had a hooker for himself and most of them didn’t make any trouble.

It had been about twenty minutes when Greg, the son of the family, heard screams for help from room four, where Angie, a petite blonde girl, worked with a guy. Greg rushed in the room. The guy had her pinned on the floor and she was crying.

“Hey, leave her alone immediately!” Greg shouted at the man.

“Not before the slut sucks my dick!” he answered, before Greg hit him straight in the face, which knocked him off. Angie got up and Greg held the crying girl in his arms.

“This asshole tried to force his cock in my mouth after he was in my ass!” she told him with tears in her eyes.

“Shh, you’re safe now,” he told her. After the had thrown the bastard out of their house, Julie, Jenna and Greg decided that they would have to do something about the safety of their girls.

“What if she wouldn’t have been able to shout for help?” Jenna asked.

“We certainly have to do something,” her mother said. “Any ideas?”

“I think we should install hidden cameras in all our rooms. We could have the images transferred to a control room with lots of monitors and stuff. This way I could watch after all of you at once. I sure wouldn’t mind seeing you and the other girls getting fucked,” her grinned.

“I bet you wouldn’t,” Julie grinned back. “But let’s be serious here. Your idea sounds good to me. I’m sure the girls won’t mind being watched, as it’s for their own safety.”

Jenna agreed and after asking the girls for their opinions, they had all of the “fuck chambers” wired. Greg really enjoyed his new occupation. He really liked watching most of the girls getting screwed. It was very interesting what the Johns liked and how the girls fulfilled even their dirtiest fantasies. But most of all he liked to watch his mom or his sister. Or even better, his mom AND his sister. Julie and her daughter did a lot of threesomes, as they liked to play with each other, eat each other out and pleasuring their visitors together.

One time, Greg watched as a big black man, Will, had them both at once. After they had licked and sucked his enormous cock together, he ordered Julie to get on her hands and knees. He got behind her and after getting some lube on his tool, he guided it in her puckered asshole. Greg saw the lusty look on his mother’s face, as this fat black cock slid in and out of her ass. Jenna knelt beside them and after a while of fucking, he pulled his cock out of Julie’s ass and told the daughter to suck it.

‘Oh my god, that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,’ Greg thought as he watched the cock, that had just been up his mum’s bum, disappear in his sister’s waiting mouth. It didn’t take long before he had his own cock in his hand and furiously moving his hand up and down. Will pulled his cock from Jenna’s mouth and pushed it back in Julie’s ass.

“Now I want your fucking ass, you white bitch!” Will told Jenna, who was a little bit nervous as she never hat a big cock like that in her ass before. She also was horny as hell, so she and her mom switched places. It took a while before the big pole disappeared in her ass completely, but she managed to take it all.

Greg saw pain and lust at the same time as he watched his sister’s face. As with her mother’s ass before, Will pulled out of Jenna’s ass and let Julie suck it for a while.

He pulled out and told Julie, “Guide it into the other bitch’s ass again!”

Julie did as ordered and when he was in the right position, Will pushed forward just enough for the head of his cock to slip in. Then he grabbed her hips and rammed it in with one single stroke.

“Aaaaahhhh!” Jenna cried with pleasure. Will fucked her rough. The black stallion really turned her one. He didn’t just have a big cock, he knew how to use it. Julie saw how her daughter enjoyed the fuck and decided to help her. She slid her hand between Jen’s legs and started stroking her clit. This was enough for the girl.

“Oh my god yeeeeeaaah!! I’m cumming, fuck my fucking asshole. Fuuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed. Her asshole clenched which was a big sensation for Will. He pulled his cock out of the young girl and got up.

“Get on your knees before me and open your mouth,” he ordered. The women knew exactly what was going to happen and were looking forward to it. They did as they were told.

Julie took Will’s cock and pulled the rubber off it “You won’t need this any more,” he said.

She stroked his cock as her daughter massaged the man’s balls.

“Oh yeah, here it comes you bitches!” he said before he blew a massive load of hot cum in Julie’s waiting mouth.

Julie took it all but before she could drink it down, he said, “Don’t swallow! I want you to swap it in your friend’s mouth, then she will swallow!”

Both women were surprised about this idea. They had never tried cum swapping before. Jenna nodded at her mom, eager to get the warm cum from her mom’s mouth. Julie got on her knees with her face directly over her daughter’s, who opened her mouth, waiting for the cum. Jules opened her mouth and let the white liquid run from her lips.

“Mhhhhhh…,” Jenna moaned as she received what she was waiting for. She had in all in her mouth now. “You taste great,” she told the customer before she swallowed it all.

Greg couldn’t last any longer as he watched his mom and sister swapping cum on the screen. He came so hard that it nearly hit the monitors.

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About an hour after this event, the Cooper family sat together at their dining table.

“Mom, Jen, I have to tell you, that I really enjoyed watching you this evening,” Greg told the women of the family. “I really got off watching you sucking and fucking this black guy.”

“Did you record it?” his sister asked.

“Of course,” he answered. “Fancy watching it?” Both women agreed, so the three of them went to Greg’s room, where he stored the video. Greg lay between his mom and sis on his king size bed and hit the play button on the remote. As it always lately, they were naked. The video began and the family watched as the girls and their customer entered the room. It didn’t take long for the action to begin.

“Wow, that’s so hot,” Jenna exclaimed, as she saw herself and her mom sucking the beautiful black man’s cock.

“Yeah, definitely,” her mom agreed. “It’s so sexy how he fucks your mouth, Jen.”

Both girls grabbed at Greg’s cock at the same time and grinned at each other. They bent down and one after the other took his fat cock in her mouth. Greg enjoyed the blow job he received, while watching the extremely hot video. It was so hot that it didn’t take long for him to blow his load inside his sister’s wet mouth.

“Oooohhh! Yeah, that’s it! Don’t swallow it, spit it in mom’s mouth, just as mom did to you in this video.”

Jenna enjoyed the fact that her brother liked the action in the video. She was more than happy to oblige her brother’s request, as was her mom.

“I really enjoyed being watched by my own son,” Julie exclaimed.

Jenna agreed. “We really should film our private sessions, I would like to watch the three of us fucking! What do you think?”

“That’s a great idea, mom!” Jenna said. Greg agreed, so they decided to do it. But that is another story.

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Julia didn’t have any problem exchanging sex for whatever she wanted, money, service, shopping credit. She just didn’t see a problem.

My roommate Julia didn’t have any problem exchanging sex for whatever she wanted, money, service, shopping credit. She just didn’t see a problem.

“Look!” she said. “When I was growing up in the Socialist Republic, the commissar would fuck my mother before he’d give us our food ration card. My little brother was born when I was fifteen, and after that he’d fuck me too for the extra food ration.”

“But here we usually only do it for affection, if we love the guy or want him to like us,” I said, knowing the argument was already lost.

“But last month you blew the landlord for the rent,” she pointed out.

I was twenty-two then and Julia was seventeen, although it often seemed that she was the older one. She was much more experienced in almost every way. I had been going out with guys for years and liked some of them pretty well, but the first time Julia made love to me, I was converted. She stood behind me at the kitchen sink, put her hands up my skirt and made me come so hard I fell to the floor. I still needed some wiener occasionally, but Julia didn’t mind.

That May we were in real money trouble. We both had crappy part time jobs; her at a fast food place and me in a fabric store. It wasn’t enough for the rent and food and Visa bills. We were talking about ways to make more money. For her the solution was obvious; fuck guys for money. I was being a little prudish about it.

“It’s just not right. We’d be prostitutes and that’s against the law and a sin and just disgusting.

“If you have anything else to sell that will pay these bills, let’s hear about it,” she said sarcastically.

“How would we go about it? You need a pimp and a body guard and all that. Where would we find the guys?” I asked.

“We don’t need all that stuff. We get paid up front, fuck the guys and go home, It ain’t rocket surgery.”

I finally agreed to give it a try.

We trolled the neighborhood a few times, offering ourselves as a twofer and made some decent dough. A few couples were interested, and they really got their money’s worth with Julia making the wife come hard enough to pass out. Twice, the wife made the guy pay again so she could get some more Julia.

You have to understand about Julia. She is achingly beautiful. Golden hair to her shoulders, a perfectly unlined complexion that looks like she’s never had a blemish or care in the world. Her mouth is a perfect rosebud with full red lips. Her eyes are so blue you can’t stop staring. Her tits are smaller than mine, but higher and better formed with longer nipples. She’s a little taller than me too with those tiny legs that can wear incredibly tight jeans, and an ass like a housecat. She looks like an angel, but an angel with magic hands and fingers and the morals of an alley cat.

But gradually we ran out of customers in the neighborhood, plus the beat cop was starting to notice that we were out strolling the sidewalks an awful lot in the evening.

We were brainstorming about where to find more customers.

“I don’t think we can go downtown. That means competing with the pros with their pimps enforcing territory plus a lot more cops,” I said.

“I think you’re right about that. We need a better place to find tricks. We just have to think some more,” she said. In the end it was her that had the great idea.

“Where is the greatest concentration of hard dicks in town?” she asked rhetorically.

“Porn theaters and strip clubs, I’d say,” I said.

“We don’t want anything like that; too sleazy; too dangerous. Where else? Where did you see your first hard dick?” she asked.

“No question, Mike Duffeck out on Starlight Drive, my sophomore year; scared the hell out of me; looked like a baby’s arm.”

“That’s it! That’s what we’re looking for, lover’s lanes.”

“Why? We can stay home and fuck if we want.”

“No, think about how things go out there. The guy gets to first or second base. He’s as hard as Chinese algebra and then the girl chickens out or gets cold feet and puts a stop to it. It happens all the time.”

“Yeah, I did it myself a few times,” I admitted.

“Well, what you have now are guys up there with the most tremendous cases of blue balls in history, and who just happens to be right there, willing to cure them for a very reasonable fee?” Why, it’s us! We don’t tease or push anybody away, we just collect a little fee and take care of the whole thing.”

“But how would we do it; there aren’t rooms out there to use. The girls aren’t going to let us get in their cars,” I asked.

“That’s the beauty part. We have our own car. We park up there along with everybody else, but when the guys need us, they come to our car.” Julia explained.

“We’d let them into our car? That doesn’t seem too safe.”

“No, they come up to the window and we take care of them through the window.”

How would you fuck a guy through a car window?” I asked.

“Easiest thing in the world. Hand jobs, blow jobs, just roll down the window and do it. Nothing comes into the car but his dick.”

“What if they want to fuck you?”

“A little more involved, and we can practice this to be sure, but I think we can just kneel up on the seat and stick our ass out the window.”

“We don’t have a car, Julia.”

“My brother has a 2007 Camry he’d lend to me. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

The next afternoon Julia came home with the Camry, parked it in our garage and locked the door.

She had also brought a toy, a thing called a Feeldoe harnessless strapon dildo. It has a bulb that goes into the pussy of the user and the shaft protrudes at the natural angle of a penis. We had fooled around with other doubled ended dildos, but this was a world better.

We practice all afternoon in the garage. We simulated hand jobs and blow jobs through the car window on the passenger side. We fucked each other brainless through the window. She was right, we could kneel up on the passenger seat and stick our ass out the window and take a dick no problem. We needed a blanket to pad the edge of the door and we decided we should carry a little step stool for shorter guys and picked everything up at Home Depot the next day.

That Saturday we did a test run, we picked up a couple of neighborhood teen guys and took them to the garage.

“One of you gets a blow job and the other one gets to fuck Julia, you decide.”

Julia got in the driver’s seat and played with my tits. I sat in the passenger seat and the first guy came to the window. He was a little under six feet tall and a little under seven inches long. I spit on his dick, jacked him a couple of times and took him in deep with my chin resting on the door pad. He came in about fifteen seconds, He staggered back from the window pulling up his jeans. Julia and I switched seats. She kneeled up on the seat and backed her ass up to the open window and rested it on the blanket. The second guy was taller than mine and slip his dick right into Julia. She grunted when she took the meat and crooned when I fondled and sucked her tits from my seat. We didn’t even ask the guys for money since they were just a test. We bought a little tin bucket to spit into and put it on the floor on the passenger side.

We spent a week scouting lovers’ lanes, fooling around with each other and watching the action in other cars. We found three or four placed that looked like they’d generate good business.

On a hot June Friday night, we decided to give it a try. We spent the day deciding on prices and policies and finally just about sundown we parked the Camry near the front edge of the parking area off Starlight Drive overlooking the lights of town. I had on a short skirt and a Hole t-shirt. Julia was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse with her hair brushed out over her shoulders.

We talked and necked while other cars gradually pulled into the lot. We waited until there was plenty of action evident in other cars. We both took our tops off, turned on the overhead light and started making out. We didn’t really know how to get the business started and hoped this would get things going, but a half hour later we didn’t have a nibble.

“Screw this, I’ll get their attention,” Julia said and got out of the passenger side. Still naked to the waist, she walked slowly down the lot making a slow pass down every row. When she got back to the car, she rolled down her window all the way and knelt up on the seat and lean her whole torso out of the window. She looked exactly like Kate Winslet flying on the prow of the Titanic except half naked and prettier. That did it. A minute later a guy walked up to Julia’s windows and asked

“Can I feel your tits?” He was probably nineteen, six feet with dockers, a plaid shirt and cowboy boots.

“You can do a lot more than that if you’ve got the dough. What you got in mind cowboy?” Julia asked.

“Will you blow me?” the guy asked real quietly.

“Right here, right now, seventy bucks, pay my friend first.” He argued a little but fished his roll out of his jeans and handed the money to me. She spit on his dick and took him in deep. It took the guy a while, probably because he knew he had an audience. But he finally groaned and bucked against the car. Julia spit it into the bucket.

The guy zipped up and walked back to his car, Guys were walking toward us as he went. We found out that the first one was always the hardest. Later we sometimes arranged a ringer and gave the first one a freebie to get things started.

She sucked off three more guys and two fifty dollar hand jobs before I got any action. A guy wanted her mouth, but she said he was too big and told him I’d take care of him, He walked around the car to my side. There was no way I was putting that monster in my mouth, so I dropped the price to fifty and used both hands to jack him off, he came like a fountain all over my vintage t shirt, He was bragging as he walked away. “Did you hear them, I’m too big!”

Finally, somebody wanted to fuck her, the first test. She told him two hundred fifty. He handed me the cash and Julia assumed the position. He pushed into her, a moderately sized guy who came pretty quick. Two of his friends did her in quick succession. We called it a night and drove home and counted thirteen hundred bucks. We high fived each other, took showers and went to bed.

That’s pretty much how it went for quite a while. We had a regular circuit, Starlight Drive, Perkins Park and Circle Parkway (known as the Circle Jerk). We always went on weekends and only one night a week. The money ranged from seven hundred to just over two thousand. We started talking about buying our own car, but we were still too worried about money to take the risk.

Then we got lucky. Our third trip to Starlight Julia had just finished a hand job for a guy from a car near the back. The guy was walking away when his girl showed up and she was pissed.

“That’s my boyfriend you fucking slut!” Her bra was hanging out the armhole of her sweater and it was obvious what had been going on.

“Well, hon, maybe if you learned to take care of him, he wouldn’t need to come to me,” Julia said in a quiet voice.

“I don’t even know how. Can you show me?” She had calmed down considerably.

“Well, sure, it ain’t rocket science. What’s your name, hon? Well, Donna, I’ll show you on this next guy right here.” Julia quoted the guy a reduced price and told him her assistant would take care of him. He handed me the money. Donna was standing outside the car next to the passenger door. The guy unzipped and pulled out a nice hard dick just purple with lust.

“Spit on your hand and keep it wet, then just go up and down like this, twist a little bit, you can use both hands. That’s right rub the tip a little more. Okay he looks and sounds like he’s ready. Unless you want to be covered with goo, I’d just aim him down into the dirt.

The guy blew nicely. As he staggered away, he was happy, Donna looked proud of herself and Julia had an idea.

“Look Donna here’s ten bucks for that guy. If you want to practice some more, stand up there by the front of the car and I’ll send you guys at ten bucks apiece.”

“OK, but don’t do my boyfriend anymore.”

Donna was a perfect subcontractor. She was happy to get the practice and Julia had given her a hundred bucks when we left for the night. We were still getting fifty apiece for her clients, so we were doing nicely.

Similar things happened at our other two locations.

At Perkins Julia recruited an Hispanic girl, named Juanita, with huge boobs and a great mouth. She expanded our menu to tit fucking although, since Julia and I are kind of small in that area, it was the only location we could offer it.

At Circle Parkway we hired a real Barbie blonde cheerleader type that just loved dick. We laid her out on a blanket on the hood and paid her fifty buck a guy and collected a hundred fifty. That was the place we topped two grand in one night.

By the Fourth of July we had bought a Subaru Forester and started bringing the sub-contractors with us every week. The subcontractors were bringing in business too, friends and acquaintances. A perfect example was a rich lady, the thirty-year-old Mrs. Estella Davison. She was a rich man’s trophy wife, masses of honey hair and a Playboy figure. Barbie babysat for her sometimes and Estella had come on to her several times. When she came to Circle Drive, Julia fucked her with the Feeldoe and charged her two fifty, she paid happily and came back many times.

Things went on this way all the rest of the summer and into the fall, in fact business got even stronger after the college kids came back to town.

Julia and the sub-contractors had been doing most of the actual work, but I had found something I really liked. I started doing a lot the guys who wanted to actually fuck us. This was because when I got into the position with my ass out the window, Julia would mess with me from the driver’s seat. She would play with my tits and jerk me off. That combination of a strange guy shoving it into me from behind with Julia rubbing my clit made me come so hard it’s a wonder my contractions didn’t pinch some guy’s dick off.

We discovered we could charge people ten bucks just to watch this operation. They would also pay to watch Julia and I fuck each other with the Feeldoe, so we did at least one show per night at each location, sometimes me and Julia and sometimes Julia and one of the subcontractors and once Mrs. Davison offered us a thousand dollars to take part. She had to be helped back to her car.

The weather was turning cooler and guys aren’t so hot in the cold, so we decided to shut down on Labor Day. I had the idea of one last big blowout. Everybody like the idea so we had meetings to plan it.

Two of us (his choice) fucked the manager at Perkins Park to get permission to use the shelter house. We put in a bunch of cots and futons. We printed up flyers that we handed out at our usual stops for two weeks.

Tickets were seventy bucks and by the time we opened we had sold a hundred. Donna’s boyfriend was taking tickets and he and his friends provided security in exchange for a freebie each.

There was a little stage at one end of the building and cots and futons, blankets and pillows all over the rest of the building. There was a food cart with some snacks and drinks and maybe some other sources of entertainment.

The doors opened on the dot of seven and the first arrivals saw me and Julia on the stage wearing thongs. Julia was standing behind me rolling my nipples and nibbling on the back of my neck. I could feel a wet spot spreading on the front of my thong.

An hour later there were people fucking all over the place. We had told all the subcontractors that they were free to make any side deals they wanted. We had added several subcontractors for the big event. We would get ten percent of everybody’s take.

I stopped to see Juanita, she had drawn the long straw for location, and took the spot nearest the door. She was laying on her back on a futon, servicing a line of guys fucking her tits, their dicks bumping her under the chin. The cum was pooling on her tits and throat. Every tenth guy or so, she sponged herself off.

“I don’t know why they like it so much, but they sure do!” she said gesturing to her cash box.

Down the line a little were Miriam and Joanie, a pair of well-built blonde roommates with their hair in pigtails and ponytails selling the threesome experience. They had a big crowd of guys and a few girls around them, waiting their turns. It was a big crowd but not as big as the next slot, where Barbie was on her hands and knees taking on three guys at a time at sixty bucks a head.

All the practice Donna had gotten giving hand jobs in the last few months had made her an expert. I watched her for a few minutes. She was milking guys into a mason jar at forty bucks a pop. Her jar was a third full. She had even learned a new trick called the Special that was so good that some guys actually screamed when they came. The special was costing them a hundred bucks and I had to ask what she was doing to get that reaction.

“It’s called a rusty trombone. You put your finger up the guy’s ass and massage his prostate while you jerk him off with your other hand. It gives them a real intense orgasm. I use a rubber glove just like a doctor giving a prostate exam.

There were two gorgeous black sisters wearing nothing but white lace panties. The first girl took the money, fished out the customer’s dick and fluffed it hard. The second sister sucked the guy’s dick and spit it in a bucket. Every fifteen minutes the sisters changed places, tweaking each other’s nipples on the way past.

By eight thirty just about every guy at the party had blown their wad at least once and the action was slowing down.

At nine o’clock Julia and I started a show on the stage. I knelt on the carpeted stage while she drilled me from behind with the Feeldoe. After I came twice, we changed places and guys that had come five minutes before had their hands down their pants. Julia looked like the Venus deMilo having an orgasm. After we were done with each other, a few other girls paid fifty apiece to have a turn. Julia and I fucked a bunch of girls in the next half hour. The crowd around the stage continued to grow. Then Estella Davison, who had bought the hundredth ticket, walked up waving a roll of cash.

“I have two thousand dollars I’ll pay if Barbie will fuck me on this stage!”

I hustled off and pulled Barbie out of her gang bang and led her to the side of the stage. I showed her how the Feeldoe worked. I stood behind her, had her spread her legs a little and shoved the bulb end into her pussy.

“When you fuck somebody with the shaft end, the bulb will rub on your G spot, so the harder you push the better it feels for both of you.”

To demonstrate I reached around her and pretended to jerk off the shaft.

“Oh, yeah! That feels great,” she said.

As soon as Julia saw me bring Barbie, she stood behind Mrs. Davison and started to undress her. Agonizingly slowly she slipped her hand under the woman’s sweater and raised it. Davidson lifted her arms straight up to let Julia take the sweater off. When Julia unhooked her bra, Estella held her big melons up with both hands until Julia whispered to her and she let them go in one of the greatest tit drops of all time. The guys in the audience groaned.

Julia had her hand in Davison’s pants lowering them an inch at a time. Down at her ankles she tapped each foot and Davison lifted them out of the pant legs. This beautiful grown married lady was down to her thong with Julia behind her rolling her nipples, slipping a hand down her panties and massaging the crack of her ass. The crowd was moaning with lust.

Barbie climbed up on the stage with the Feeldoe already inserted, the shaft protruded up and out like a porn star’s dick. Julia removed Estella’s panties exposing her smooth shaven snatch and helped her down to her knees and elbows on the carpeted stage. Julia leaned over and sucked Barbies tits until they were stiff and pink. She jacked on the Feeldoe shaft a little and smiled at Barbie’s reaction. Then Julia stepped off the stage while Barbie knelt behind Davison. She reached into a little box on the stage, opened a tube of lube and spread it thickly on the shaft of the Feeldoe.

Estella’s tits were hanging down with her nipples almost dragging on the carpet. A guy in the front row in Bermuda shorts reached up and fondled her tits. Behind her Barbie rubbed the shaft of the Feeldoe up and down Estella’s clit.

“OOO, OOOO” crooned Estella.

“MMMMM” moaned Barbie as the bulb moved deep inside her.

The guy in the shorts thought it was what he was doing so he did it some more.

Barbie leaned on Estella’s hips and jammed the shaft all the way in. Mrs. Davison grunted and slumped forward a little on her elbows bringing her closer to the edge of the stage. Barbie set up a long steady thrust and pullout rhythm that rubbed directly on her G spot. Estella was moaning and twisting her hips, her face contorted with lust. Her first orgasm collapsed her arms and she went face down on the stage. Barbie, who hadn’t quite made it pulled on her hips to get her ass back up in the air. Only another minute of pumping brought Barbie off and she fell forward onto Estella’s back.

Julia came back on stage, lifted Barbie to standing, pulled the Feeldoe out of her pussy with a wet pop, crouched and pushed it into herself, knelt, and started fucking Mrs. Davison.

Just after Estella’s next orgasm, Barbie came back on the stage. She sat in front of Estella’s head, lifted Estella’s head by the hair and said

“Mrs. Davison, I’m going to give you something you’ve always wanted.”

Estella was gibbering and drooling but wasn’t so far gone she didn’t realize that it must not be Barbie fucking her anymore. She started to turn her head to see who it was banging her back there, but Barbie yanked her head back around and ordered:

“Eat me Estella.” Estella did what she was told.

I stood and watched. The three women all came at about the same time. Estella was bucking her hips back against the Feeldoe. Julia, with the bulb grinding against her G spot was looking straight up in the air, her mouth gaping wide open in a silent scream with a string of drool hanging off her chin.

She had both arms in the air like she was signaling a touchdown. Her tits were jiggling and her belly muscles spasming. Her hips were convulsively thrusting into Mrs. Davison. Barbie was playing with her own tits, making squeaky animal noises, clamping Estella’s head between her thighs and dripping girl juice in Mrs. Davison’s face. Estella was clawing at the floor, shrieking loudly, the sound muffled by Barbie’s snatch, her legs and big tits shaking like an electrocution.

When Barbie got to her feet and staggered back to her gang bang, the guy in shorts pulled his dick out, stepped to the edge of the stage and brushed it across Estella’s lips. She opened her eyes, smiled slightly and opened wide. Guys were taking their dicks out all over the audience.

I touched Julia on the shoulder like a tag team and she stood up and gave me the Feeldoe. I had had no action since the first stage of the party, so pushing that bulb in inside myself felt great. I crouched behind Mrs. Davison. I pushed her forward a little so all those guys could reach her face. Then I started banging her. She was so wet from the previous orgasms that there was no resistance at all. The shaft went all the way to her cervix on every thrust. She was dripping juice on the stage under her hips. She was grunting and moaning constantly and choking on dicks.

I came hard without stopping the thrusting. Estella came once after only a minute of my thrusting and I thought her needs were so great that she deserved more than that for her two grand. I reached into the box on stage and took out a long black butt plug. I leaned over and dropped a big mouthful of spit on Estella’s asshole. I kept thrusting with the Feeldoe until it felt like she was about ready to cum again. Without stopping the thrusting, I shoved the plug into her ass as far as it would go. She screamed and started the convulsions of a full body orgasm.

I pulled the shaft and the plug out of her at the same time. She went right on coming. She collapsed onto her belly, her legs were shaking violently and her arms waving around like a turtle’s flippers, her hips bucking against the floor.

That was enough for all those guys with their dicks out. They climbed up on the stage, rolled Estella over and took turns fucking her. It took fifteen minutes before they had all cum in her or on her. By this time no one was paying anybody. Estella had passed out face down and motionless on the stage. I had heard the expression having your brains fucked out, but I’d never seen it before.

I flipped the light switch for the building a couple of time as a signal the party was over. A few minutes later just the subcontractors and security guys were still there. We had a meeting where Julia collected and counted all the money. She paid off the subs and we had netted almost fifteen grand.

There was the question of what to do with Mrs. Davison. Donna, who was a nursing student, rolled her over on her back, checked her pulse and heartbeat, feeling her up a little in the process, and said she was fine.

Julia went through her wallet and took out another thousand in cash. Her address was on the other side of town. We put her on the serving gurney wheeled her out to the Forester and loaded her in. We drove up to her address, a big mansion with a deep front porch. We wrapped her in a couple of blankets laid her gently in the porch swing, and rang the doorbell. We saw the butler come to the door as we drove away.

Before Christmas, Julia met Pyotr, a guy from her home town and they decided to get married and go back to Belarus and be political activists. I never saw her again. I had decided to study business and enrolled at the State University.

The subcontractors decided to keep the business going so I sold them the Subaru.

I have that one hundredth ticket to the orgy framed on the wall of my dorm room. I’m looking at it right now as I finish this recollection of my first business venture.

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Freed from the Bond of Avvah, Mark returns home with Mary.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-four: Homecoming

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

“It’s time to go home,” I told Mary.

“Yes,” Mary sighed happily. “All the sluts miss you so much.”

We were lying in my mom’s bed, cuddling after we made love. For the last two days, I had been under some spell. A nun had turned my baby sister into a trap that would spring when I slept with her. There was a spell, the Ritual of Mowdah, that would let me recognize a nun by seeing people’s auras. I needed to fuck my sister to perform the spell, and, somehow, the nun must have known, had tracked my baby sister down on her vacation to Miami.

I looked at Mary, a faint, red outline about her body, her aura. Hers was red, like mine, signifying she was a Warlock, someone who made a Pact with the Devil. I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. We were touching, and strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that were in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary’s sluts waited.

And a single, gold thread pointed north.

“Mary,” I said in alarm. “You have a golden thread touching your aura.”

“Do I,” Mary frowned. “My sisters had the same, golden thread.”

“Summon Lilith, I think we need to talk to her.”

“I can’t,” Mary said, then took a deep breath. “I used my last boon today. To save you.”

And then she explained how Lilith tempted her by giving Mary a cock, how Mary fucked all our sluts, enjoying the pleasure of having a dick. She was tempted to keep the dick, but her love for me overcame her lust. She used her boon to get the same power I have, the power to control others with her words. That’s how she got her four sex slaves that helped subdue me: Joy, Via, April, and Felicity. She confessed that she slept with her father, Sean, and bound her slaves with the Zimmah ritual, making her slaves immune to another person’s control. I had all our sluts bound with the same ritual.

“What do you think it means?” Mark asked.

“I must know someone who is a nun,” Mary shrugged. “Or someone under the control of a nun, I guess. Damn, we really should have had Lilith explain all this.” Then her eyes widened. “She mentions a book. The spells of the witch of Endor or something like that.”

“Endor?” I asked, trying not to laugh, a smirk creepign across my face. “Like Star Wars? Do we need some Ewoks to help us?”

“Maybe I heard wrong?” Mary wondered, then glared at me and wiped the smirk off my face. “Anyway, she said it would complete our magic education.”

Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulder, her breasts were perky and freckled, and her ass was pleasantly plump. She bent down and I caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, my cum leaking out of her shaved lips, down her legs. She stood back up, her phone in hand and came back to the bed.

“Here it is,” Mary said after searching on her phone. “It’s called the ‘Magicks of the Witch of Endor’. Let’s see, Wikipedia says, ‘its thought to be a thirteenth century pseudepigrapha attributed to the Witch of Endor from the First Book of Samuel chapter 28 verses 3 thru 25.’ That’s the Old Testament, hmm.”

“What’s a pseudepigrapha?” I asked.

“Um,” she tapped the screen of her phone, “Let’s see, Wikipedia reads, ‘Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is represented by a separate author; or a work, whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.’ I guess that makes it a forgery?”

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“The Witch of Endor, sometimes called the Medium of Endor, was a medium who apparently summoned the prophet Samuel’s spirit, at the demand of King Saul of the Kingdom of Israel in the First Book of Samuel, chapter 28:3–25,” the Wikipedia page read.

This was seeming more and more promising, I thought as I scanned the Wikipedia article. All the money I was paying Doug, my P.I., to watch Mark was really paying off. If I could only get my hands on this book, I might have a real, fighting chance to beat Mark and get my wife, Desiree, back from his clutches.

“Only three known copies of the book exist,” the article read. “The Institute for Ancient Studies at New York University have one copy. A second copy is in the private collection of the August Alfred Bernard, Altgrave of Salm-Reifferscheid-Dyck, who resides in Cologne, Germany. The final copy lies in the Motherhouse of the Order of Mary Magdalene, in Rennes-le-Château, France.”

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“…Rennes-le-Château, France.” Mary finished reading from the Wikipedia article.

“Well, this is starting to seem more and more likely,” I said. “The Order of Mary Magdalene, that’s what Karen said her nun order was called, right?” Marry nodded. “And if they have this book…” I smiled, we wouldn’t have to consult any unreliable demon like Lilith. Thank god she was gone from our lives, I could always sense hatred and contempt from her. She had already tried to hurt me once, using her succubus powers on me to drain my energy. Luckily, my wish for unlimited sexual stamina protected me.

“So, which one do you want?” Mary asked.

“Want to go to New York?”

Mary’s grin answered that question.

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“NYU, Ancient Studies,” a bored young woman answered. “How may I help you.”

“Yes, I was hoping to take a look at the Magicks of the Witch of Endor,” I said.

“What’s your name, sir.”

“Brandon Fitzsimmons,” I answered.

“What’s your field of study.”

“Uhhh,” I floundered, not sure what to say. “Ehh, just an amateur.”

“I’m sorry, sir, only someone in an accredited graduate program or who has a Ph.D. in a related field can see our manuscripts. They are far to valuable and fragile to let just anyone look at them.”

“Do you have a transcript available then?”

“Uhh, let me see.” I could hear typing on a keyboard. “No, not on that book, yet, I’m afraid,” the young woman replied. “Our grant ran out before we finished transcribing all of our manuscripts. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No,” I said, sighing, hanging up the phone. I guess I needed to go Europe. I’d try the nun’s first. That was the same order Sister Louise belonged to. Surely they would help me fight Mark and rescue Sister Louise. In his P.I.’s surveillance photos, he could see Sister Louise amongst the harem Mark had gathered in his house going by the name Karen, according to Doug’s transcripts.

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“We should leave after my dad’s funeral,” I said. A tightness gripped my chest. My emotions were all mixed up with my dad. I hated him for how abusive he was to me and mom. But part me, the little boy inside, missed his dad. I didn’t blame my mom for shooting him, hell I might have done the same thing myself.

“When is the funeral?” Mary asked, wrapping her arms around me, supportive and gentle.

“Friday at noon,” I told her. “At the Dwyer Funeral Home. They’re cremating him.”

“So, I guess we’ll need plane tickets,” Mary muttered. “I’ll get on Travelocity and get us some plane tickets.”

I laughed. “Why don’t we get our own plane.”

“Ohh, with sexy stewardess?” Mary smiled, those cute dimples appearing on her face and I just had to kiss her. “Mark, I think we need to protect our families,” she said, her face growing serious. “I can control your mother, you can control my father…”

“Yeah,” I sighed, catching Mary’s drift. “We’ll also need more bodyguards.”

“I guess we’ll have to hold more tryouts,” Mary archly said. “C’mon, let’s get dressed. Your mom may want her bedroom back.”

“For what?” I asked.

Mary rolled her eyes, she always did it when she thought my question was stupid. “For her and Betty.”

“Oh, right.” Betty was my mom’s lover. That had been a shock. My straitlaced, Christian mother had been having cheating on my father for years, and with a woman, no less.

“I’m going to play matchmaker,” Mary happily said. “Your mom and Betty looked so cute together.”

“And what did you do with my sister?” I asked, suddenly remembering Antsy. It was weird, an hour ago she seemed like the most important person in the world, and now she was back to being my annoying little sister. Last I saw Antsy, she had been off to answer the door. That’s when my mom had lured me into the bedroom so Mary and her slaves could overpower me and break the spell.

“Oh, she’s up the street with the bodyguards,” Mary answered as she pulled her skirt up her waist. “I’ll give them a call.”

Dressed, Mary and I found my mom talking with Mary’s new sex slaves. I knew three of the slaves. Joy was a Vietnamese stylist that gave Mary her wax. April and Felicity were high school students that Mary and I deflowered last week. The fourth had black hair with red streaks and was dressed as a nurse with blue scrub pants and a white, flowery scrub top. Apparently, her name was Via.

“Sluts,” Mary said in a firm, commanding tone. “This is Mark. He’s your Master. You’ll obey him as happily as you obey me.”

All four voiced their agreement, smiling happily.

“Where do you keep finding these women?” my mom asked. “They are absolutely delightful.”

“Would you like one?” Mary boldly asked.

My mom flushed. “After I spent the night at your house, with Jessica, it’s all I could think about.”

“Well, choose one,” Mary said, “and she’s yours.”

“I…” my mom swallowed. “I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Sure it would,” Mary cooed. “They’ll happily be your slave.”

My mom looked them over and then motioned to Joy. “Can I have this one?” my mom asked. “I know its so wrong but…it’s so exciting, too.”

“Joy, this is Sandy, from now on she’s your primary Mistress.”

“I am so happy to be yours,” Joy gushed in her heavy accent Vietnamese, and sat on my mom’s lap and I felt my cock stir as they started making out. Even at 43, my mom was still a beautiful woman. She exercised daily to keep her body as thin and fit as a twenty year-old.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Mary said and sat down next to my mom, spreading her legs. My cum had run sticky down her thighs. “April, come clean me up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” nerdy April excitedly squeaked and knelt before Mary, her tongue running wetly up Mary’s thigh, licking goblets of cum up.

The door banged open and Antsy walked in. She looked at me and flushed. “Hey,” she said, awkwardly. We both remembered are passionate, spell induced affair. For the last two days, we had been fucking almost none stop. I barely found time to make arrangements for my dad’s funeral between fuckings.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “Listen, we were under a spell, okay.”

“Sure,” she muttered.

“Did you have sex with any women, in Miami?” Mary asked, patting the couch next to her.

Antsy sat down, licking her lips. “Yeah, this chick, Theodora. We had a threesome with a guy we picked up in a bar and she went down on me, I think. I was pretty wasted.”

“Theodora, huh,” I said. So that was the nun’s name. I would have to remember to ask Karen about her.

Mary put her arm around Antsy’s shoulder and caressed her face. “Mark and I shared my sisters, and I was looking forward to sharing you. But, well, stuff happened. So, I want to eat Mark’s cum out of your snatch.”

On the other side of Mary, Joy’s blouse was open and my mom was nuzzling at her Joy’s apple-sized breasts, sucking at her dark nipples. My cock was hard and I walked over to my sister, pulling her to her feet. Antsy licked her lips nervously. “I…I’m a little scared, big bro. What we went through was so intense, I…”

“It’ll be fine,” I reassured her, my cock achingly hard. I sat down next to Mary and put an arm around her as I unzipped my cock. “Come and sit on my dick, little sis.”

“This is so wild,” she muttered and unzipped her jeans, shrugging them off her thin hips. Her cunt was shaved bare and she was sopping wet as she mounted my cock.

I groaned as she slid down my cock, her pussy wet and tight, squeezing wonderfully on my cock. Mary, her face flushed with pleasure as April was eating out her cunt, leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Whose cunt is the best?”

Antsy’s cunt felt great on my dick, but it wasn’t the earth shattering, mind numbing pleasure from last time I was in my little sister. “Yours, Mare,” I whispered back.

“Good,” she moaned. “Hmm, April, have you been practicing your pussy licking?”

“Yes, Mistress, with Felicity,” April answered from beneath Mary’s skirt.

“Oh, bro, it feels different,” Antsy moaned as she rode me a little faster. “You still feel pretty damn good its just not…”

“The best sex you’ve ever had,” I finished.

“Yeah, sorry big bro,” Antsy said with a grin, her hips writhing a little faster.

“You’re forgiven,” I moaned, pushing up her shirt to expose her perky breasts. They were larger than Mary’s by a cup size, and topped with cute, pink nipples. I captured one her hard nipples as she rode me, sucking the pink nub into my mouth and swirled about it with my tongue while Antsy moaned in pleasure.

Mary’s hand reached out and began to fondle Antsy’s butt as she writhed in pleasure on April’s tongue. “Ride my horny stallion!” Mary panted, fondling Antsy’s ass. “Give him a good fuck!”

“I am Mary,” Antsy moaned. “Oh yes, I’ll make sure he shoots plenty of cum inside me for you drink.”

Beyond her, my mom was diddling Joy, her mouth sucking on the Vietnamese slut’s nipples. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress!” Joy was moaning. “You finger so well!”

Via and Felicity were on the floor, making out. Via’s bottoms and panties had been pulled down and Felicity’s jean skirt flipped up and Via was grinding her cunt into Felicity’s. God, I loved watching girls tribbing. Mary’s pants and moans were growing higher in register as her orgasm neared. Her mouth was nibbling at my neck and licking at my ears.

“Oh, you fucking slut!” Mary gasped. “You naughty little minx, I’m going to cum all over your pretty little face.” She bucked once, moaning loudly as her orgasm rolled through her. “Oh April, you did so good!”

April’s face appeared from beneath Mary’s skirt, smeared with cunt juices, her glasses fogged up. “Oh, I’m so glad, Mistress,” she happily said, rubbing her face against Mary’s thigh like a cat. Mary ran her fingers through April’s bushy hair.

“I’m cumming, big bro!” Antys moaned, suddenly, her cunt quivering on my dick. I slammed my hips up into her and unloaded three blast into her cunt. Antsy rotated her hips once more, before settling down on top of me and kissing me. Her tongue was as nimble as I remembered, but the kiss wasn’t anywhere as sweet as a kiss from my Mary.

Mary stood up and patted the the spot she vacated. “Let me get a taste.”

“Sure,” Antsy breathed. I groaned as my cock slid out of her pussy as she rolled into the empty spot. “I’m not gay, or anything,” Antsy told my fiancee, “but you’re just so beautiful, that I’m gay for you.”

“You can thank your brother for making me bi,” Mary told her, licking her lip as she stared at Antsy’s messy cunt. My cum was running out of her lips, milky and mixed with her juices. “Hmm, looks delicious,” Mary husked, as she knelt down between my sister’s spread thighs. “Antsy, would you like to be one of my bridesmaids.”

“What?” Antsy asked, looking down at Mary between her thighs.

“For the weddings?” Mary asked. “Mark has three groomsmen and I need a third bridesmaid. I would absolutely love it if you were one of them.”

“Sure, Mary,” Antsy said. “How can I say no to a girl about to go down on me.”

I watched eagerly as my fiancee’s tongue dug through my little sister’s slit, gathering a huge gob of cum and gulping it down. April was watching and I pointed at my cock. The girl was a good slut and knelt down next to Mary and began licking my cock. She remembered all I taught her about cock sucking, her tongue licking softly up my shaft, tasting my sister’s tart and spicy flavor upon my dick.

Joy was slipping down on the floor, unbuttoning my mother’s jeans while mom licked Joy’s juices off her fingers. Mom lifted her ass up, allowing Joy to pull her pants and panties down her legs, exposing her hairy, brown fur. “Oh, yes, sweetie,” my mom moaned as Joy began lapping at her cunt. “Hmm, lick momma’s cunt.”

Antsy looked over at mom. “You’re so beautiful, momma.”

My mom’s hazel eyes flickered open and she gazed lovingly at my sister. “Not as beautiful as you’ve become, Samantha.” I just about flooded April’s sucking mouth as my mom leaned in and kissed my sister on the lips. Antsy closed her eyes and leaned in, her hand reaching up to stroke my mom’s cheek as they made out.

April was bobbing her head on my cock, sucking and twirling her tongue while her fist pumped up and down on my shaft. I looked down and saw Mary’s hand rubbing on Antsy’s thigh as she devoured my sister’s cunt. I reached down and placed my hand atop hers and Mary looked up, smiling, her lips stained with my cum and Antsy’s juices, and then she dived back in.

The doorknob rattled and everyone froze as the front door creaked open. “Hey, Sandy,” a woman called out. “My mom baked a casserole for you.”

Betty Cooley, my mom’s lover, walked in holding a glass casserole dish and a look of stunned hurt painted her face mocha-skinned face. Disbelief gleamed in her blue eyes. Her lips worked soundlessly as she took in the scene. Her lover was making out with her daughter while an Asian woman went down on her. Her son was getting a blowjob from another woman, and her daughter had a red-head going down on her. And, in the center of the living room, two girls writhed atop each other. It must have been quite the shock to her.

Betty was my own age, in fact I once asked her out to a school dance. She said no. She was half-black and half-white which gave her this beautiful, light chocolate skin and brilliant blue eyes. She was so exotic looking. When the economy tanked, Betty moved back in with her parents and she and my mom became close and somehow fell into being lovers. Last Saturday night my dad caught them in bed together. My mom believed he was going to hurt Betty, so she shot him in the back. He probably was going to hurt her, the guy was an abusive, drunken asshole.

Mary was the quickest of us to react, standing up and reaching the stunned woman, placing an arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s just a family that’s expressing their love for each other.”

“I’m sorry, Betty,” my mom said, covering her face in shame. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay, Sandy,” Mary soothed taking the casserole from Betty and handing it off to Via who scurried off to the kitchen with it, her naked ass flashing beneath the hem of her scrub top.

Betty was wearing a flowery sundress and Mary reached beneath her dress and pulled off a racy pair of red panties. Mary tossed the panties to me and I gave them a sniff. Betty had a spicy musk. Mary led her over to me and I saw that naughty glint in her eyes. Mary knew I once had a big crush on Betty when I was fifteen.

“April, why don’t you finish Antsy off,” I told her.

“Yes, Master,” April said, my cock popping out of her mouth. She scooted over and Antsy gasped as April dived into her cunt.

“Betty, just sit down on Mark’s cock and everything will feel better,” Mary whispered in the girls ear.

“Okay,” Betty whispered. She glanced at my mom, who smiled and nodded at her while Joy nosily ate out her pussy.

I groaned as Betty’s tight cunt slowly sank down on my cock, wet and tight. It was my boyhood fantasies come true. I spent so many nights jerking off into my sock thinking about Betty Cooley riding my dick. Betty sank all the way down on my cock, her eyes closed, her mouth open in silent pleasure.

Mary sat behind her on my legs, pressing her body up against Betty’s back and licked at her ear. “Mmhh, doesn’t Mark’s cock feel great inside you?”

“Yes,” Betty whispered, her hips slowly starting to move on my cock. “Ohh, I haven’t had a cock in me for years.”

Mary reached her hands up, pulling the straps of her sundress off Betty’s round shoulder, pushing the dress down to expose a racy, red bra supporting her round breasts. Mary released the clasp and her beautiful, chocolate breasts spilled out before me, dark nipples erect. I rubbed my face between them, enjoying the silky softness as Betty rode my cock.

“Now, Betty, do you still love Sandy?” Mary whispered into Betty’s ear.

“I do,” Betty moaned, her hips moving a little faster, her nipple hard against my cheek. “I love you, Sandy!”

“How about you, Sandy?” Mary asked.

“God help me,” my mom admitted, looking surprised. Joy was still eating her pussy out. “I, I guess I do. Even though its wrong.”

“Love is never wrong,” Mary told my mom, firmly. “Now, Sandy, I have three orders for you and you can choose to ignore any other thing I tell you, okay. One, you will be available to Mark so he can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever he needs to.” For me to perform the ritual, I need to fuck my mom, cum in her cunt, and have whatever Thrall I was binding drink our combined fluids. It was an important ritual. The only way to ensure our sluts couldn’t be controlled by someone else was to bind them, otherwise a nun could turn them against us. “Two, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Three, you will move into our neighborhood and let Mark and I protect you from our enemies.”

“O-okay,” Sandy admitted, then she gave Betty a tremulous smile. “Would you like to,” she took a deep breath, “…move in with me?”

“Yeah,” Betty gasped as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Mary reached around, her soft hands playing with Betty’s breasts as I nursed at her Betty’s nipple. “I’d love that, Sandy.”

“This is Joy, she’s our sex slave,” Sandy introduced.

Joy looked up, her almond eyes shining with happiness, her lips sticky with mom’s juices. “I hope to make you very happy, Mistress,” Joy said to Betty in her thick, Vietnamese accent.

Betty’s eyes nodded, lust shining in her eyes. “Betty, I’m going to give you a few orders and then you can ignore whatever else I tell you. First, having a sex slave if perfectly normal. Second, you will let me perform the ritual of Zimmah on you. Third, incest is perfectly all right. Okay, sweety?”

“What’s the Zima ritual. Isn’t that the weird alcohol from the Nineties?” asked Betty, turning her head to look back at Mary.

“It’s a spell,” Mary told her. “And it has nothing to do with any alcoholic drink.” Mary caught her lips in a kiss as Betty’s cunt rubbed velvety wet against around my cock.

Next to me, Antsy gave out a little shriek and shuddered on the couch, her eyes fluttering as an orgasm washed over her. “Ooh, that was nice. Can I have a sex slave?” Antsy eagerly asked. “They seem kinda neat. It’s nice having someone available to lick your pussy when you get horny.

I released Betty’s nipple. “Sure,” I told her and pulled my sister’s face in and kissed her on the lips. “Love you, baby sis.”

“You can have Via,” Mary said. “Ask to pee in her mouth, she loves it.”

“I do,” Via said, kneeling down before Antsy, behind April. “Would you pee in my mouth, Mistress?”

Antsy blinked at her. “Um, I guess I could.”

Mary gave Antsy similar orders that she gave my mom: to move into the neighborhood and to let Mary perform the Zimmah ritual on her and then she could ignore any other orders Mary gave her.

Betty was riding my cock pretty fast, working hard to make us both cum. Mary was sucking at her neck, one hand playing with her breast, the other reached down and found Betty’s hard clit and rubbed it between her fingers. Via had been pestering Antsy, and my sister had finally caved in and agreed to piss in Via’s mouth.

“Fine, I’ll piss in your mouth,” Antsy said, standing up.

Via excitedly knelt before her, sealing her mouth tight to my little sister’s cunt. Antsy just stood there as everyone, except Betty, watched her. Betty kept right on fucking me, her hips writhing as she fucked me, my hips thrusting up into her. She was nearing her orgasm, her gasps and moans growing louder and higher in pitch.

“Please stop looking,” Antsy muttered. “I can’t go if everyone’s looking.

Mom stood up. She had cum a few minutes ago on Joy’s mouth, and walked up behind Antsy, pressing her body into her daughter’s back and licked at Antsy’s ears. “It’s okay, Samantha. I think we are all passed being embarrassed about the nasty things we like to do,” mom whispered.

Antsy nodded, and I could see her body relax and then I could hear the urine splashing in Via’s mouth. Antsy sighed, “Fuck this is nasty.”

Antsy through back her head as mom found her tits and begin pinching her daughter’s nipples. Antsy finished peeing and Via started licking at her cunt, a trickle of yellow liquid ran out the corner of her mouth and down her neck, soaking into the top of her scrubs.

“Fuck, you’re one nasty slut, Via,” Antsy moaned, rubbing her ass into mom’s stomach as she writhed on Via’s face.

Betty was fucking me faster, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as she bent down and kissed me on the lips. “I should have said yes when you asked me out to that dance,” Betty whispered into my ear. “Your cock is amazing! I just didn’t want to…to not be popular.”

She moaned into my ear, and then her cunt was squeezing my cock, hard, as she rode me. Her body trembled in our arms. Mary was licking at her ear as I groaned and spilled my seed inside Betty’s cunt, inside my mom’s lover. Mary got off my lap and sat down next to me and I put my arm around her, pulling her close. “Thank you, Mare, you’re the best.” I told her and kissed her.

“You found a winner there, son,” mom said as she walked over from Antsy. She bent down and kissed Mary, too. Then she grabbed Betty and pulled her off my cock. “Come on, my chocolate bunny, I want to eat my son’s cum out of your cunt.” My mom led her lover and her sex slave away, down the hall, to her bedroom.

Antsy was shuddering on Via’s mouth. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“So you’ll pee in my mouth again?” Via asked, hopefully.

“Hell, ya, slut!” Antsy excitedly said. “I came so fast and hard on your nasty, pee drinking mouth. What should we do tonight?”

“Well, there’s this great club called the Clam Diver,” Via said.

“I’m not twenty-one,” Antsy said, looking crestfallen.

“Oh, they’ll let any pretty girl in,” Via confided. “You’ll love it.”

“Sure, let’s go,” Antsy said, then led Via off to her bedroom. “Let’s find something for us to wear. You look about my size.”

“Are you going to tell her that the Clam Diver’s a lesbian club?” Mary asked me.

“That’s the club you went to last week?” I asked Mary.

“Yeah, I met Via there.”

I laughed. “Well, Antsy may not be gay, yet.”

We got our clothes straightened out and headed for my Mustang. Mary had one of the bodyguards, a black gal called 25, drive her Eos while 30 followed us in her squad car. Mary wanted to stop by her family and give them the same instructions. Her dad just lived up the street from my mom. Turned out we both went to Washington High School, I was the class of 2004 and she was the class of 2012. Small world, huh. I gave her dad identical orders to the ones my mom got. Since Mary was putting my family under her control, I would control her family. We gave her dad Felicity for a sex slave.

“So you can have your very own high school student to fuck, dad,” Mary fondly says. “I just bet there are loads of your students you’ve been secretly fantasizing over.”

Sean had an embarrassed smile on his as he took his new sex slave off to his bedroom.

Missy, Mary’s younger sister, was also home, she was still in High School, and her boyfriend Damien was over. I talked to Damien’s parents and they quickly agreed it was for the best that Damien moved in with his girlfriend. Last Saturday, at Missy’s request, I ordered the two teens to love each other forever. I gave the two teenage lovebirds the same orders Mary gave my sister, and we were going to give April to Missy and Damien, but she insisted on a classmate, Dawn Cooper.

“She always picked on me,” Missy complained. “We shared a bus stop and she would always say mean things to me.”

Mary hugged her sister. “I remember the little skank. It’ll feel really nice when she’s yours to abuse.” Mary kissed her little sister on the lips.

“Damn that’s hot,” muttered Damien. “Could I have Mrs. Corra, my math teacher. She has these amazing knockers and always dresses to show them off.”

I laughed, remembering Damien mentioning some busty teacher he had a thing for last Friday. “Sure, do you know where she lives?”

Damien shook his head. “Her first name’s Polly,” he added helpfully. What the hell, I liked the kid, so I promised I’d track his teacher down for him.

Mary knew where Dawn lived, it was just up the road from her dad’s house. When we knocked on the door, a middle-aged man, balding, with salt-and-pepper hair. “Hello?” he asked, annoyed. “If you’re preaching or selling I’m not interested.”

“No, no,” I told him. “Is your daughter, Dawn home.”

“Yeah,” he frowned. “Who are you.”

“My name is Mark and I have a wonderful opportunity for your daughter,” I said, smiling. “You are just so proud that your daughter has been chosen to be a sex slave.”

A proud, fatherly smile blossomed on his face. “How wonderful for her.”

“So, she’ll be moving out of your house, of course, but don’t worry, she’ll be very happy.”

He just nodded his head. “Dawn, come here, there’s a man here to see you. He’s got some great news.”

A voluptuous, teenage temptress in daisy dukes and a tight, low cut halter-top, sauntered up. There was a sneer on her face, framed by bleached-blonde hair. She eyed me and glared at her dad. “What? I was texting, dad!” she had a bitchy tone to her voice. She was still texting, her fingers flying across the keypad. How did teenage girls text so fast?

“Precious, Mark, here, has chosen you to be a sex slave,” her father told her. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

An incredulous look crossed the bitches face. “What the fuck, dad! Have you lost your mind!”

“Dawn,” I barked. “You’re going to be a sex slave from now on, you’ll do whatever your Master or your Mistress wants you to do, slut!”

“I…yes,” she mumbled.

“She’s a handful, isn’t she?” I asked her dad.

“Yeah, she can be quite a trial,” he admitted.

“I bet you’ve always wanted to rip off those shorts and spank her naughty tush,” Mary said, licking her lips. “That pert ass is just begging to be spanked.”

“No, I never spanked her. I believe it’s wrong to spank a child,” Dawn’s dad admitted. “It causes all sorts of development problems.”

“Well, if you don’t want to,” Mary said with a wicked smile and she grabbed Dawn and boldly went inside the house, “then you can watch me. I love spanking naughty little sluts asses. And I remember how mean you were to my little sis.”

I followed my fiancee in the house, leading April. Mary was pulling off her halter-top, exposing a nice pair of teenage melons. Mary squeezed a tit. “No, bra, slut?”

“No, I like boys to see my nips,” Dawn admitted with a flush.

“Did you know how much of a whore your daughter is?” I asked, sitting down on the couch. April knew what to do, and fished out my cock and started sucking.

Mary was tugging down Dawn’s daisy dukes, exposing a tight ass, a pair of cute dimples dotted her cheeks. Mary stroked her ass and then pulled Dawn down across her lap. Dawn squirmed, her firm, teenage ass shaking in fear.

Mary smacked her ass, a loud, stinging sound, that brought a cry of pain from Dawn. I could see a red handprint on her ass. April was bobbing her head on my cock and I leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the show. Mary did love spanking naughty sluts and I loved to watch her do it.

“Oh, that hurt,” Dawn objected. “Daddy, help.”

“I’m sorry, Dawn,” her dad said evenly, “but you have been a bad girl, and I don’t know how to control you anymore.”

Mary reached under her chest, to her hanging tits, and pinched a nipple, hard, bringing a yelp from Dawn’s lips. “A good slut counts the spanking and says, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Understand, slut?”

“Y-yes,” Dawn stammered. “One, thank you, Mistress.”

Mary released her nipple. “Good.”

Smack! Dawn’s ass jiggled from the force of Mary’s spank. “Two, thank you, Mistress.”

I stroked April’s bushy, brown hair, as she gobbled my dick, my cock brushing the back of her throat. I grabbed April’s hair as Mary spanked Dawn again. “Three, thank you, Mistress.” I forced April’s head down and she didn’t fight me as I pushed my cock all the way into her mouth, down her tight throat. Smack! “Four, thank you, Mistress!”

The room was filled with stinging spanks, April’s sloppy blowjob, and Dawn’s count. Her father was staring at his daughter’s ass, at her shaved cunt peaking wetly between her thighs, a bulge growing in his pants. Mary saw it too, smiling naughtily.

Smack! “Eleven, thank you, Mistress.”

“You sure you don’t want to spank your daughter’s pert ass?” Mary asked, caressing Dawn’s red cheeks, her fingers dipping down to run through her shaved cunt. “God, she’s soaking wet. What a slut. She’s been practicing to be a sex slave all her life, hasn’t she. Dressing slutty, cock-teasing any poor man who saw her, dropping her panties to any half-way handsome guy that looked at her. Don’t you want to punish such a wanton daughter?”

“I…” her dad started to say and then he moved forward and grabbed his daughter’s arm and pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the couch and bent her across the chair arm. He drew back his hand and smacked her hard on the ass.

“One,” she squeaked. “Thank you…daddy!”

Mary got up, walked over to me and pulled April’s mouth off my cock. “Thanks for getting him ready, slut,” Mary told the nerdy girl.

“You’re welcome, Mistress,” April smiled as Mary sank her wet cunt down on my hard dick.

As Mary rode my cock, we watched the father spank his daughter’s ass over and over. “Fucking whore!” he suddenly shouted. “You’re just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her!”

Spank. “Nine, thank you daddy!”

Mary’s cunt felt amazing on my dick as she rode me. I slipped a hand up her blouse and found her perky breast and played with her hard nipple. Mary squeezed her cunt appreciatively on my dick as I fondled her. I pulled up her blouse and found her dusky nipple, and sucked it into my mouth, playing with the hard nub.

Spank! “Thirteen, thank you daddy!”

“Fucking whore,” her dad moaned. “You were always dressing like a fucking slut!” Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “Not caring how your slutty clothes were affecting your poor father! Well, you’re a sex slave, now,” he muttered. “And sex slaves get fucked.”

Dawn gasped as her dad thrust his cock into her cunt, fucking her frantically fast. He pumped in her maybe ten times and then spewed his cum into his daughter’s teenage cunt. He pulled out, stumbling back, breathing hard. Mary was fucking me faster as we watched, her breath quickening as her orgasm approached.

Dawn walked over to her dad, who sank down into the chair, and sat on his lap. “I’m sorry, daddy, for being such a bad girl. I promise I’ll be the best sex slave, ever. I’ll make you proud, daddy.”

I spilled my seed into Mary as her cunt clenched on my cock, her body bucking atop me as her orgasm rolled through her. I let go of her hard nipple, and captured her lips in a kiss. Mary felt nice as she rested atop me, her lips soft and gentle as we kissed, before she rolled off me.

Father and daughter cuddled on the chair as Mary had April clean up her cunt. I pulled out my phone, searching for Damien’s teacher on whitepages.com. His teacher was the third P. Corra I called and she was more than happy to be Damien’s sex slave. I asked her to send me a photo of herself, curious to see what Damien found so hot about his teacher.

A minute later she sent me a photo of her taken using her closet door mirror. She was in her early thirties, brown hair, dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt that showed off her curvy hips and ass, a low-cut blouse that her rather large tits almost seemed to be about ready to spill out of. Her face was beautiful, horn-rimmed glassed were perched on her cute nose, and beneath those frames were these big, pouty lips just made for cock sucking. She had a Mrs. Robinson vibe that must have every boy she taught jerking off into socks and Kleenexes thinking about her.

I called Mary’s older sister, Samantha, next. She lived in Milton with her boyfriend, George. Farther than I wanted to drive today. She answered the phone and I spoke to the two of them on speaker phone and gave them the same orders I gave Missy.

“If you guys want, I can get you a girl, like the ones at my house,” I told them.

“Really,” George eagerly asked. “One of your bang-maids.”

“Oh you horny devil,” Samantha giggled.

“What, you said we could have another threesome,” George pointed out.

“All right, George,” Samantha fondly said. “Mark’s…bang maids seemed quite happy.”

“Any requests?” i asked.

“Hot,” George said, then he laughed. “Stop tickling me Samantha.”

“Ooh, that’s all you want is hot,” Samantha chortled. “Nothing else? No blonde with giant tits? No petite, Asian schoolgirl that’s eighteen but looks ten?”

“Smoking hot, I guess. I don’t know,” George laughed. “I give up, you can pick sweetypie.”

“Your secretary,” Samantha answered.

“Starla?”

“I’ve seen you panting after her,” Samantha answered. “I’ve seen how she bends over, showing off her ass to you. She’s been trying to seduce you for weeks. The little tramp.”

“I’d never cheat on you,” George promised.

“And you won’t, not if she’s our bang-maid,” Samantha declared. “And she can be your bang-secretary at work. Keep you from straying when I’m not around.”

George laughed. “How could I cheat on the best girlfriend in the world?”

George gave me Starla’s number and Starla was so happy to be their bang-maid. “I’ve had a crush on him for so long,” Starla confessed. “I’ll be the best sex-slave for them.”

When I hung up, I looked over at Dawn, who was still cuddling with her dad. “Dawn, go to Missy Sullivan’s house,” I ordered. “She’s you new, primary Mistress.”

“Okay,” Dawn said, getting off her father’s lap and bent down to grab her daisy dukes.

Mary slapped her ass. “Did Mark tell you to get dress, slut?”

“No, Mistress,” Dawn gasped and disappeared naked out the door, she didn’t even put shoes on.

We got in my Mustang, April in the back seat, and I drove us towards 512, our bodyguards following. We passed the naked Dawn, walking as quickly as she could on her bare feet towards Missy’s house, her red ass swaying a she walked.

I reached over and placed my hand on Mary’s thigh, stroking her silky skin. “You’re so beautiful, Mare,” I told her.

She gave me a sultry smile. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Mark?” I smiled and nodded. “It’s just too dangerous while you’re driving, Mark.”

“You’re so amazing, so perfect,” I told her, sliding my hand higher on her thigh. “I’m just so horny for you.” I stopped at a light, and bent over and nuzzled at her beautiful neck. “I just love you so much, Mare.”

“Fine,” she said. “But this is the last time.” She always said that it was the last time, but I always managed to convince her to do it again.

Mary bent over, unzipping my pants, fishing my hard cock out of my pants. Her mouth was wet as she sucked my cock. I turned onto 512, accelerating quickly as my fiancee swirled her tongue about my cock’s head.

“Damn, your mouth feels great, Mare!”I moaned.

Mary was cupping my balls, now, her deft fingers playing with my nuts. She started bobbing her head, sliding down my cock and then sucking as she slid up. I groaned, enjoying the suction on my cock’s head. Every time she went down, more and more of cock disappeared into her mouth. I was brushing her throat, and then I was sliding down her throat. Mary worked my entire cock into her mouth. Her throat was tight, and rubbed deliciously on my cock head.

When Mary got all my cock down her throat, she would slid up my shaft, flick at the head of my cock with her tongue, and then deepthroat me all over again. Over and over, bringing me close and close to flooding her sweet mouth with my cum.

“God, you’re the best, Mare!” I moaned, my balls tightening. “About to cum, Mare.”

She pulled up my cock until only me sensitive head was in her lips, swirling her tongue about it while she fisted my shaft. My balls tightened and then I was spewing into her mouth. She swallowed my entire load, squeezing my cock as she slowly stroked it to draw out the last of my cum.

Mary sat up, smiling, licking the little bit of cum that stained her lips. “Thanks, Mark. I missed that.”

“I thought you didn’t like blowing me when I drove?”

“I didn’t say I hated it,” Mary smiled, “Just that it’s not safe.”

Mary’s phone beeped and she pulled it out and smiled. She showed me the picture as I was stopped at a light. It was Dawn, licking Missy’s foot. “Thank’s for the slut! :-)” Missy captioned.

“I think you may have corrupted your sister,” I said with a smile.

“That’s an understatement,” Mary laughed wickedly.

The sluts were all waiting when we got home, dressed in their non-slutty clothes. “Master!” they happily squealed. Allison, her bubblegum-pink hair flowing behind her, was the first to reach me. She threw her arms around me and kissed on the lips.

Desiree, Allison’s fiancee, hugged me, next. Her nut-brown face was flush with excitement. “Welcome back mi Rey!”

All the sluts had to kiss me: strawberry-blonde Fiona, doll-faced Korina, Thamina in her headscarf, busty yet petite Xiu, sandy-blonde Noel, cinnamon-skinned Willow, Chasity in her cop outfit, Karen the former nun, teenage Violet, caramel-skinned Jessica, and goth Lillian.

“Sluts are supposed to be naked or in their slutty outfits in the house,” I scolded the sluts after they had their kisses.

“You said our ugly bodies should be covered,” Thamina said. “W-we were just following what you said, Master.”

“None of you have ugly bodies, so go change,” I told them. “I want to see all of your sexy flesh exposed, sluts!”

The happy sluts all scampered away and returned in a few minutes. Most were dressed as sexy maids with transparent tops that showed off their hard nipples, and short skirts that would reveal their asses if they bent over even a little bit. Thamina and Willow were in their sexy nurses outfits, sheer tops that revealed off their dark breasts and nipples, and short skirts. Jessica had a sexy, office lady outfit, extremely short business skirt, sheer blouse, and fishnet stockings. Noel and Chasity had on their sexy cop uniforms, short skirts, thigh-high, black boots and blouses half-unbuttoned that showed off their ample assets. Korina had her sling on, and nothing else. She got shot before she was able to get her maid outfit.

“I have a present for all my sluts,” I said, motioning to April and the Kay Jeweler bag she held. On the way home we stopped by to pick up the jewelry I ordered last week. It was ready yesterday, but I was just too busy fucking Antsy to pick it up. When we picked these up, I ordered one for April, so it would be a few days before she got hers. I pulled out the first box, opening it up. Inside was a gold choker. Lillian’s name, written with emeralds, adorned the front and underneath was engraved, “Mark and Mary’s slut forever.”

Lillian stepped up when I called her. Her black hair was streaked with blue and purple highlights, and tied in two pigtails. Her face was pale, with black lipstick and dark mascara. Her lip, eyebrow, and nose were pierced with delicate, gold rings. She was trembling when I clasped the choker tight about her pale throat.

Lillian fingered it. “Now everyone will know who I belong to,” she whispered, tears glistening at her eyes. “Thank you, Master. I’m so happy you came into my work and made me yours!” Lillian knelt down, rubbing her face against my hardening cock. My zipper rasped metallically, my boxers pushed down and Lillian had my cock out, her tongue happily licking at my cock.

Mary fished out the next box, opening it up. Inside was a silver choker with a sapphire name. “Noel,” Mary read.

Noel’s gray-blue eyes shone with happiness. Mary brushed aside her sandy-blonde hair as she put the choker around Noel’s neck and then kissed the FBI slut on the lips. “Thank you, Mistress.” Noel dropped to her knees, pushing up Mary’s skirt. Mary smiled, rubbing her hand through Noel’s sandy hair as the slut began licking at her cum-filled pussy.

Willow got a gold and ruby choker and joined Lillian on the floor. They both were servicing my cock, half-licking my dick and half-french kissing each other. Mary placed a silver and emerald choker about Xiu’s neck, and the Chinese slut knelt behind Mary and started rimming her ass.

I place a gold and amethyst choker about Violet’s throat. Willow had my cock in her sucking mouth, now, as Lillian kissed at the shaft. Violet walked over to April and took her hand. “So, you’re our new slut-sister?” Violet asked.

April nodded shyly.

“You’re so cute with these glasses,” Violet told her, stroking her face then the two teenage girls were kissing.

My balls were tightening from Lillian and Willow’s hard work on my cock. The little sluts were taking turns sucking my cock into their mouths, passing them back and forth. Violet was kneeling down and lifting up April’s skirt and pulled down the girls white panties.

“Umm, that’s good,” moaned April as Violet began to devour her cunt. Violet was a sweet girl.

Mary gave Allison a gold choker with her name written with diamonds and pulled the teen to her and kissed her on the mouth. I could tell by the way Mary’s body writhed that my filly was having a great orgasm on Noel and Xiu’s lips. I grit my teeth and came in Willow’s mouth. The slut released my cock and aimed it so the next blast caught Lillian in the face, then the final blast splashed on her own happy face.

“Thank you, Master,” Lillian purred and then started licking my cum off Willow’s cheek.

I placed a gold choker about Korina’s throat with her name written in opals on it. “How was the doctor’s appointment.” Korina had been shot last week when the nun attacked us. Yesterday, Korina had a checkup with her doctor, but I was too eager to fuck Antsy to check up on her when I got back home last night.

“I’ll get the sling off next week,” Korina answered. “And I have to go to physical therapy three times a week.”

I caressed her doll’s face. “I haven’t fucked you since you got hurt, have I?”

“No, Master,” Korina said, a smile on her beautiful, doll’s face. Her blue eye’s sparkled with lust.

“Do you feel up to it?”

“I do, Master,” she cooed. “Fiona’s been licking my pussy for a few days, but I need your cock in me, again. We just have to be careful.”

I sat down on on the recliner and Korina careful straddled my waist. Her large tits swayed, partially covered by her left arm in the sling. I could smell the musky, sweet smell of her arousal. She was smiling happily as her tight cunt slid down my cock. She was warm and wet and started rising up and down on my cock so achingly slow.

“Oh, Master! Your cock feels so good inside me,” Korina moaned. “Oh, thank you! Umm, I missed this so much!”

Mary continued passing out the chokers while Korina slowly rode me. She never went fast, and I could see her wince in pain as her arm would get jostled, but she persevered. Her cunt was tight and so very wet.

“You feel so good on my cock,” I moaned. “Wet and velvety tight!”

A smile played on her lips and she bent over and, careful not to jostle her arm, kissed me on the lips as she rode my cock. Her slow pace was amazingly sweet as her pussy walls rubbed velvety against my cock’s head. Every slow rise and fall of her cunt on my cock was bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

“Fuck, I’m going to flood your slutty cunt!” I grunted. “You ready for my cum?”

“Yes!” she shrieked, throwing her head back. Her hips started moving faster and faster, a flush creeping across her body. “Cum in me, Master! Use my body as your cum dump! Fill my naught cunt with your spunk!”

Her hips were moving faster and faster as her orgasm neared. She was no longer caring about the pain, she was too close to cumming to care. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut and she let out a low, throaty moan as her cunt contracted on my cock. She slammed down on my cock, burying me all the way into her cunt. I squeezed her ass cheeks and gasped as I flooded her cunt.

“Ohh, thank you, master,” she murmured, kissing me gently.

Fiona was smiling as she watched Korina cum on my cock, a silver choker with her name written in yellow heliodors tight about her throat. She helped Korina off of me, kissed her tenderly, and led her over to the couch, sitting the doll-faced slut down. Fiona knelt on the floor, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling across Korina’s thighs as she began to lick my cum out Korina’s cunt. Fiona’s short, maid’s skirt had ridden up, exposing her curvy, freckled ass. I could see her brown, puckered asshole winking at me.

I looked around the living room. Mary was naked now, lying atop Chasity, tribbing with our cop slut. Chasity had a gold choker, her name written with rubies, around her throat. Desiree and Allison were sixty-nining. April was going down on Violet this time while Lillian was going down on Willow, my cum licked clean from both of their faces. Karen, a silver and amethyst choker about her neck, was making out with Jessica, a gold choker set with sapphires tight about her caramel throat. Thamina was pulling on Xiu’s nipple piercings as the two rubbed their cunts on each other’s thighs.

I knelt behind Fiona. My cock was lubed with Korina’s cunt so I slid easily into Fiona’s ass. Fiona moaned lustfully into Korina’s cunt as I began to fuck her ass. I smiled, looking around the room. I almost lost all of this. If Mary had not freed me from the nun’s spell, I would have been chained to one cunt for the rest of my life. There was one cunt I could be satisfied with for the rest of my life. I caught her green eyes as she rubbed her cunt against Chasity’s. Mary smiled at me. She was so beautiful. I could be happy only with her.

I needed to speak with Karen about this new nun, Theodora. About the golden thread that I saw touching Mary’s aura. But Fiona’s ass felt too good on my cock for me to be worried about that right now. There would be plenty of time later on tonight or tomorrow to talk with Karen.

“Ohh, fuck me Master!” Fiona moaned. “I love your cock up my slutty ass!”

I smiled, I was home, balls deep in a sluts ass.

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“Master!” Jessica shouted, half in a panic, turning on the television.

I was cuddling with Mary on the couch. Scattered about the room were the sluts, napping and cuddling with each other. Everyone one of the sluts wanted to get fucked by me, and I came in at least one of their holes. It had been a wild few hours. I had April sit on my face while Violet rode my cock. Mary had put on her strap-on and we double-teamed busty Xiu. I fucked her ass while Mary fucked her cunt. Then Jessica was sucking on my cock, kneeling like a dog, while Mary pounded Jessica’s ass and Willow rimmed my ass.

“What?” I asked as she changed to channel five.

“I got a tip, KING 5’s about to run a story about you, Master,” Jessica answered. Jessica was a reporter for KIRO 7. I recruited her to keep tabs on the media. “It’s suppose to lead the eleven o’clock news.”

The credits for some NBC show raced across the screen. KING 5 was the local NBC affiliate for Seattle. Then the news music played and it cut to the anchors. “Good evening, I’m Larry Siemen,” the male anchor introduced.

“And I’m Natalie Kramer, bringing you Seattle’s best news. Tonight we are joined by investigative reporter, Carlos Guiterrez, for an explosive story about sex, bank robberies, and corruption in Pierce County.”

“Thank you, Natalie,” a middle-aged Hispanic said. “Nearly two weeks ago, in Puyallup, this man,” a surveillance photo of me at the Best Buy appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, “used some as yet unidentified gas causing the now famous Best Buy Incident. This same man reportedly robbed a Kay Jewelers the same day. He was seen with two women,” pictures of Mary and Allison appeared on the screen. “This same man appeared in Seattle a few days later, and held, by all accounts, a wild sex party in the Sky City Restaurant at the Space Needle and was briefly implicated in the disappearance of Violet Matheson.”

“Wow,” the female anchor interjected. “And do we know who this man is?”

“Authorities do,” Carlos said. “His name is Mark Glassner. Last week, he robbed several banks in Pierce County, using his gas to make the branch mangers open the safes while he sexually assaulted several female bank tellers.”

“Mark Glassner, isn’t that the guy who the FBI raided last Thursday morning?” the male anchor interjected. “I believe the FBI spokesman said they were mistaken, that Mark Glassner wasn’t the person responsible for these crimes.”

“You are referring to Special Agent Kip Peterson,” Carlos nodded. “He famously gave that interview to Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 news.”

A clip played from the interview. “Mark Glassner is an innocent man,” Peterson said. “It was all my fault. I was too eager to make an arrest in the case, I didn’t use good judgment and our raid has terrorized an innocent man and his family.” I smiled, remembering how I made Agent Peterson give that embarrassing interview. The clip ended, cutting back to the news desk.

“I have documents here,” Carlos said, holding up some papers, “from a source in the Justice Department that show Agent Peterson is being investigated by the Office of Professional Responsibility, the FBI’s Internal Affairs. He’s being investigated for corruption and incompetence. The FBI had concrete evidence on Mr. Glassner, yet Peterson, after raiding Mr. Glassner’s house, claimed he was innocent.”

“The FBI thinks their Agent was bribed by Mr. Glassner?” the female reporter asked in astonishment.

“Yes,” Carlos answered. “Mr. Glassner has stolen over forty million dollars.”

“Wow, that is unbelievable,” the male anchor said.

“Today, I received a series of surveillance photos from the home owner,” Carlos said. “The house the FBI raided is owned by Brandon Fitzsimmons, who claims his wife is living with Mr. Glassner. Mr. Fitzsimmons had hired a private investigator to watch the house and the P.I. caught the entire raid on film.”

A video played, showing the backyard and left side of our house. A little of the front yard could also be seen and the cul-de-sac in front of the house. You could just make out police cars and swat vans parked before our house in the gray, pre-dawn light.

“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.

“Master, that had to be taken from one of the houses on Shaw Road,” Noel said in alarm.

“Figure out which,” I ordered, anger burning inside me. Chasity and Noel headed for the back of the house.

“The interesting part came after the Pierce County Sheriff Department’s SWAT officers raided the house on the FBI’s behalf,” Carlos continued.

Photos appeared, close up of various windows on the rear and side of the house. You could see SWAT officers in various states of undressed fucking our sluts, blurred to hide any nudity. Fuck, the sluts had all gotten horny that morning and saw Mary fucking two SWAT officers. The sluts asked if they could play with the handsome officers, and I didn’t seem any harm in letting the boys in blue get laid.

“What am I watching here?” the female reporter asked, stunned.

“In the surveillance photo’s we’ve received there are upwards of a dozen women living in the house,” Carlos answered. “They appear in various states of undress, and they appear to be giving sexual favors to the SWAT officers as some sort of bribes.”

“This is just astounding,” the male reported stated. “To think an entire unit of SWAT officers, and an FBI agent would engage in this sort of behavior. It’s just disappointing.”

“Two FBI agents,” Carlos corrected. A picture of Noel appeared on the screen. “Special Agent Noel was also on the raid, and has appeared in many of the surveillance photos of the house in various states of undress, engaging in sex acts, along with Jessica St. Pierre, the KIRO 7 reporter who Agent Peterson gave his original interview to.” A picture of Chasity appeared on the screen. “This is Officer Chasity Vinter of the Puyallup Police Department, also seen in surveillance tapes participating in sex acts. There have been reports of unusual activity around the Shaw Road vicinity of Puyallup for the last week, and these reports have fallen on the deaf ears of the Puyallup Police Department.”

Chasity and Noel returned. “Master, we think we know which house is surveilling us.”

“Take all the guards and raid that house!” I barked. “Bring me whomever or whatever you find!”

I grabbed my phone, and looked up Sheriff Erkhart’s phone number. “Erkhart,” the Pierce County Sheriff answered.

“Have you seen the news report on channel 5?” I demanded angrily.

“Yeah, just caught the end of it. This is bad, Mr. Glassner.”

“Put out an APB on Brandon Fitzsimmons,” I growled. “I let him have his independence and this is how he repays me! I want him found and dragged before me!”

“I’m on it, sir,” the Sheriff answered and I hung up.

“He’s been watching us, Mark,” Mary grimaced angrily. “You can see our bedroom on these photos.”

“Brandon’s going to regret this,” I told her. “Fuck, we’re going to have to do a lot of damage control.” I squeezed my fists. “When I get my fucking hands on him, he’s going to howl!”

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“When are you coming home, Doug?” my wife asked me as we spoke on the phone.

“I don’t know, Tina,” I answered, tiredly. I was standing in one of the second floor bedroom of the house Mr. Fitzsimmons rented so I could watch Mark Glassner. I was checking all the cameras and the laser-mikes I had pointed at various windows of the house I was surveilling. I was about to turn in for the night and wanted to make sure everything was working. “The check cashed, right?”

“Yeah, honey,” Tina answered. “Its…quite a lot. This isn’t anything…you know.”

“No, I’m just surveilling him, Tina.” There was a pause. She was chewing on her lip, I realized. Tina always worried her lower lip when she was nervous. “What is it honey?”

There was some movement outside, on the street, and I frowned, missing what my wife said. Mark had a group of women that dressed like slutty cops. Maybe they were cops, their equipment looked real, and there were a dozen cop cars parked on the street. But, no cop wore uniforms like those. They looked like sexy cop outfits you’d get at a porno shop. His ‘cops’ were pouring out of their houses, heading for their cars. What was going on?

“Are you there, Doug?” my wife said, loudly.

“Oh, sorry, Tina, something’s going on at the place I’m surveilling.” I grabbed a pair of binoculars, tying to figure out what was happening.

“You’re safe right. This Mark guy your watching, he was just on the news.”

I frowned, watching as Mark’s cops were piling into their cars. What was going on. “What’s this about the news, honey?” The lights on a half-dozen cop cars turned on, flooding the night with strobing red and blue lights, and the cop cars started peeling down the street towards Shaw Road.

“They had pictures from your surveillance on the news,” Tina said. “This guy sounds dangerous, are you sure…”

My stomach sank, adrenaline pumped icily through my veins. “Shit, I got to go, Tina.”

I hung up my cell phone, shoving it into my pocket and grabbed my laptop, ripping out cable connecting my laptop to the USB hub all my surveillance equipment was hooked into and ran for the stairs. Oh, shit, oh shit, my heart was hammering in my chest. Fuck! What the fuck did you do, Brandon? Tires squealed outside and police lights were flashing through the front windows, as I thudded down the stairs.

Shit, front was no good. I reached the bottom of the stairs, turned to race for the dining room and the glass sliding door that led to the backyard. Behind me, the front door splintered in and I could hear booted feet pounding into the house, shouting, “Police!” I ran down the hallway for the dining room. I knew my exit routes. There was a pile of wood against the fence, I could be over it and into the neighbors yard. My own car was parked a few houses down the street. I just needed to be quick and I could get away.

I reached the dining room, the sliding glass door in sight. I was going to make it. And then my hopes were dashed away as I saw the two cops rounding the house and reached the sliding glass door, their guns drawn. Fuck, I was trapped. I turned to face the cops pouring in the front door. God damn fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons!

“Police!” the lead cop shouted, a blonde with a gold choker about her throat, a bulletproof vest over her trampy cop outfit, and her gun leveled at me. “Hand’s on your head! Do it now!”

I set my laptop down, slowly, and put my hands on top of my head and knelt down. Another cop walked up, grasped my wrist and handcuffed me. Anger boiled inside me as fear pumped through my veins. What the fuck have you gotten me mixed up in, Brandon? Fear coiled about my heart. These weren’t real cops, anymore. Tina’s face floated up before me, the way her smile transformed her chubby, plain face beautiful.

Please, god, I prayed, let me see my wife again! Please!”

To be continued…

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A young woman browses in the wrong shop

Jill had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of very unique items for about ten minutes when she was hailed by a woman standing about 25 feet away.

“You there.”

Jill looked around and answered, “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.”

Curious, Jill walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman looked to be in her mid-forties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist was a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee high leather boots which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman look as if she towered over Jill. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, Jill wondered?

“Yes.” Jill asked as she came to a stop in front of the woman.

“I’ve come to pick up some items, for my friend. But, I am uncertain about the size and the fit. How tall are you?”

“What?”

“I asked how tall are you? I believe you’re about my friend’s size.”

“I’m 5’8″.”

“Perfect! Now be a dear and open up.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. I want to see if this fits.” The woman said and lifted up a black rubber ball gag towards Jill’s face.

Shocked, Jill unbelieving what was happening, complied for some unknown reason and opened her mouth.

The woman pressed the ball against her mouth. “Wider.” She commanded and placing her hands on either side of Jill’s face, used her thumbs to push the ball gag into her mouth. Once it popped in behind her teeth, the woman dropped her hands to Jill’s shoulders and told her to turn around.

Jill complied and taking up the straps the woman pulled them around Jill’s head and buckled them tightly behind her head. The ball gag was a training gag which included a set of straps which rose up on each side of Jill’s face on each side of her nose only to join together on a ring at her forehead where yet another strap pulled over the top of her head to join the others in the back of her head. A third set of straps buckled under her chin forcing her to bite down on the rubber ball gag.

When the woman finished adjusting all the straps, the woman had Jill turn to and fro looking at the gag in her mouth from different angles.

“Hmm. Something is lacking. Here girl, follow me over here.” She said, turned and walked down one of the stores aisles.

Jill watched her go and then for some unknown reason, followed her.

The woman picked up something off of one of the shelves after searching for a minute and turned towards Jill.

“Here, lift up your chin.” She said. “That’s it.” As she placed a 4″ tall leather collar around her slender neck and buckled the three straps to hold it in place. Turning Jill to face her, she asked. “Is it tight?”

Jill started to tell her yes but only mew sounds came from behind the ball gag.

“Do you think I can understand what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth? Just nod or shake your head girl.”

Jill nodded.

“Can you still breath ok?”

Jill hesitated a moment. She realized that it was a bit restrictive, but she could still breathe so she nodded her head again.

“Good. Then follow me over here.”

Jill did so and the woman picked up a pair of leather cuffs and placed them about Jill’s wrists. Then she picked up what looked to Jill as a leather bag.

“Place your hands behind your back and let me hold this up against you.”

Jill did as ordered and holding the bag up against Jill next to her arms the woman leaned back to take a look.

“Hmm, something is not quite right.”

Standing there thinking she exclaimed, “I know! Here girl, take off your blouse and then let me look.”

Jill gave the woman a puzzling look. Did she really expect me to take off my blouse for her in the middle of this store?

“Come on girl I haven’t got all day. And there us nothing to be ashamed for as there is only us and the sales girl here in the shop.

Jill thought a moment and began to comply with her demand. Besides the faster she allowed this woman to do what she wanted, the faster she would be able to get out of these, what ever they were called. Besides her jaw was beginning to ache.

Taking a hold of her blouse she began to unbuttoning it from the bottom up. As she did so she saw the woman watching her almost hungerly and turned sideways to finish. Removing her blouse she folded it and placed it on a shelf in front of her. She then began to turn and face the woman when she said, “No, no. Turn and face your back to me. That’s it. Now place your hands behind your back.”

Jill did do and in seconds she felt the woman lock the leather wrist cuffs together. “Very good. Now hold still while I pull this up.”

Jill wasn’t sure what was going on but stood there while the woman pulled the leather bag up over her cuffed wrists and up along her arms. She pulled two straps under her arms, across the top of her breasts and over the opposite shoulders, buckling them to the bag. Next she began to lace the bag up starting down by her wrists and working her way upwards. Jill could feel the leather slowly tighten around her arms, drawing them together as the woman worked the laces. Finishing, she tied of the excess in a bow and the pulling a flap over the laces zipped it up. Three sets of straps were then buckled around her arms. One at her wrists and the other two above and below her elbows insuring that they stay pressed painfully against each other. Jill’s shoulders were starting to ache when the woman spun her around and began looking her over.

“That’s better. You’re beginning to look like what it is I wanted. You should see how the armbinder has your young breasts standing forward.”

Armbinder? Is that what that damn thing is called? More like an arm torturer. My shoulders are killing me, Jill thought to herself. And what did she say about my breasts? Damn she’s right. I’m strutting around with them standing out like I want someone to grab a hold of them. Thank god I still have my bra on covering them.

Just then the store’s front door opened and in walked another woman. Not quite a striking as the one tying her up but striking none the less.

Spying both Jill and the woman she came over. “My, my, what have we here?” The new woman said.

“I’m just trying to pick up some things for my pet’s birthday. I gotten these few things so far but its just not the completed look I want yet.”

“Well, would you mind if I make a few suggestions?”

“By all means, I would be honored.”

The new woman looked at Jill for a few seconds and turning to the store clerk said, “You there. Bring that black leather boned corset. And a pair of scissors. Hurry about it!”

“Yes mistress.” The mousy clerk answered and quickly brought the items over to the women before disappearing back behind the counter just as quickly if not quicker.

“Here help me with this.” she said “But first we’ll have to get rid of that bra.”

“That’s ok. I’m sure she wont mind as long as we buy her a replacement.” The silver haired woman said as she used the scissors to snip each of her bra straps. “Would you dearie?” And unhooked the main bra strap and pulled it away from Jill’s body and tossed it aside.

These woman are crazy, Jill thought and began to back away only to back into the second woman who pulled the leather corset around Jill’s body.

“Now hold still.” She commanded and reaching under the arm binder began the task of pulling the corset’s multiple straps and buckled each one tight. Finishing, she went back and pulled each strap another notch tighter. The corset squeezed Jill’s waist in almost 2″ smaller then normal forcing her breathing to become even more labored over the leather collar.

Jill’s naked breasts spilled over the top of the corset.

“Wow, she must be really enjoying this. Look how her nipples are standing out.” The silver haired woman said as she reached up and playfully tugged at the pebble sized nibs.

Jill was both shocked and awed at both the woman having the audacity to play with her nipples and how good it felt. She began to close her eyes when the second woman piped in. “Let me show you a special feature of the corset model.” And reaching for two small straps at the top of the corset wrapped each in turn around the base of Jill’s breasts and buckled them tightly down. Each of Jill’s breast expanded with the skin tightening while turning a light shade of purple, heightening their sensitivity.

“Oh, very nice. I really like that. Tell me, what would you propose we do about the bottom half?”

“I don’t know. But first let’s get her out if the skirt ant those ugly low heeled Mary-Janes that she’s wearing.”

And with that said the women pealed of her shoes, socks and skirt. Leaving her standing in her panties and bondage gear.

Taking the shears in hand the second woman made quick snips and got rid of her panties too. Jill objected into the gag. Those panties were $20. a pair!

“Don’t worry, I’ll replace them for you when we’re finished. That’s if you still want me too. You never know what you might find you would rather wear instead.”

Both women looked at her neatly shaven bush.

“That’s cute, but really you should shave it bare darling.” Said the second woman.

“Yes, I quite agree. A Telly Savalas look is much more preferred.”

“Bring her over to the counter while a grab a few things.” The second woman said.

Jill was led over to the counter where the sales clerk waited. In a moment the second woman joined them and dropped several items on to the counter top.

“You there.” Pointing to the clerk and handing her a cone shaped object. “Get this wet.”

The scared clerk picked it up and looked at it.

“Use your mouth. Get it wet with your mouth you stupid cow!” The woman yelled at her.

“Yes mistress.” The girl said and pushed the point into her mouth. Moving it in and out deeper and deeper the girl made sure the rubber cone was slobbery wet. When she was finished she placed the cone down on the counter. “Very good, now would you kindly come over to this side of the counter and gives us a hand.” The second woman said.

As if reading her mind the silver haired woman pushed Jill against the counter top face down on top of it. By now the sales clerk had made it all the way around to the other side of the of counter. Grabbing a fist full of the sales clerk’s curly hair, the second woman said, “Now we need you to get that wrinkly pink rosebud just as wet.” And shoved the girl’s face in between Jill’s ass cheeks where she immediately got to work shoving her tongue into Jill’s ass.

Jill tried to squirm her way out from under the girl, but was held in place by the silver haired woman. As much as she hated what was happening to her, she could not believe how good it felt to have her ass licked. It felt so good, it was turning her on.

After a couple of minutes the clerk was pulled back off of Jill’s ass. “That’s enough! You little slut. I’ll give you something else to like in a few minutes.” Turning to Jill she picked up the still wet cone and said, “Know where this is going don’t you?” And with out further ado, placed the tip of the cone against Jill’s rosebud.

The silver haired woman held Jill’s ass cheeks apart while the second woman slowly worked the butt plug into Jill’s rectum.

It took a few minutes but soon the woman had Jill’s spinster opening up for the widest part of the plug. Once it passed her ring, the spinster closed about the tapered end, holding the plug in place.

Her ass cheeks were let go and squeezed the flexible butt plug end between them.

“I think that was the first time she ever had anything shoved in there.”

“Really? Well then I hope she enjoys it. The first time is always the best!”

Jill tried to stand, but was pushed back down. “Stay there, we’re not done yet.” She was told and watched as a second object was picked up off the counter top.

It was a thick, ten inch long studded and ribbed dildo. Jill had no qualms as to not knowing where this was going to go.

She could feel the head of the dildo separating the lips of her labia and begin its journey into her lower abdomen.

“She is really enjoying this. Look how wet she is.” Said the second woman as she continued to push the dildo into her.

“A natural submissive.” Replied the other.

Jill grunted into the ball gag as the massive girth of the monster stretched her wide filling her cavity. It didn’t take long as it was pushed all the way deep inside her.

A leather strap was pulled down from the front of the corset, up between her legs cleaving her sex in two and buckled to the back of the corset. The strap was pulled tight holding both plugs deep in her ass and sex and separating her ass cheeks into two orbs.

She then stood up. Jill never felt so full down there in all her life and could feel the love juices of her sex dribbling down her thighs along with the drool from her gag dribbling down her chin an onto the tops of her breasts.

The women next guided Jill over to the shoe department where the clerk measured her feet after pushing her into a chair. Going into the back the clerk came back with a pair of boots the likes Jill had never seen. They were knee high ballet boots with seven inch spiked heels which punished the wearer by forcing her to walk on the tips of her toes ‘en pointe’ like a ballerina.

Each woman took a boot and simultaneously forced it onto Jill’s feet and laced them up to the top. Next, two sets of leather cuffs were attached at her ankles and just above her knees where short chains between them effectively hobbled Jill.

When finished, the forced Jill to stand up in them. Immediately, her calves began to cramp and her toes ached from the evil boots, but the women weren’t finished with her yet.

Jill rocked from leg to leg trying to relieve the pain in her toes, but each time she lifted a leg, the hobble chain would snap tight stopping her movement and forcing her to put her leg down and try and lift the other.

The silver haired woman said, “I have an idea, get her and follow me.”

The second woman took hold of Jill’s arm binder saying, “Come along dear. Looks like the shopping spree is not quite over yet.” And guided Jill to follow the other woman.

Jill hobbled painfully across the shop, step by step. Soon her pain was overcome by fear as she saw the section they were headed for. In moments they were in the discipline helmet section where Jill was surrounded by shelves of mannequin heads covered in all forms, shapes, styles of discipline helmets made from rubber, PVC, leather and even metal.

Jill tried to back away, but a firm grip on her arm binder held her still. The silver haired woman picked up a rubber helmet, stretched it open an forced Jill’s head into it face first. Once she got Jill’s chin into it, she pulled the helmet up over her head and unrolled the rubber until her whole head was covered. The only openings in the rubber prison were two nose tubes allowing her to breathe even as difficult as it had become.

Next a leather discipline helmet was pulled over the top of the rubber one. This one had laces in the back which required to be tighten. When finished Jill could feel the tightness and restrictiveness surrounding her head. Two sets of straps were added to the helmet

The first, around her head at eye level putting more pressure on her already covered eyes.

The second was a wide strap placed around the helmet at mouth level. Jill could feel the large rubber ball gag sink deeper into her mouth as that strap was tighten.

“Perfect! It was just the look I was going for.” Said the silver haired woman.

“May I suggest the addition of just one more item?” The second woman piped in.

“Oh, please do.”

“Just a minute I’ll be right back.” She said and walked off.

She returned in just a couple of minutes and held up a gold ‘Y’-chain leash.

“Outstanding! I hadn’t thought of that.”

Both women leaned coward taking each of Jill’s nipples in their mouths and sucked on her already overly sensitive nubs until they were rock hard. Then simultaneously, the women used the alligator clamps attached to the ens of the ‘Y’- chain to bite down on her nipples.

Jill senses overloaded going from pleasure to pain as she bellowed out a horrid scream. Nothing was heard but a stifled mew behind the gag and helmets as they effectively did their jobs.

Handing the long end of the ‘Y’-chain to the silver haired woman, she said, “There, now you have a way to lead your pet around.”

“Her? Oh, she’s not my pet. Pet is still at home. Tied up you can say.” Laughing.

“Then who is this?”

“I don’t know. Just some girl that was here in the shop.”

“And she allowed you to just bind her?”

“Well she didn’t ask me not to.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“Now? Now I’m going to pay for these items and then take her home and play with her for a month or two. Would you like to join me?”

“I’d love to!” Replied the second woman.

Jill, standing in agony felt a sharp tug of the nipple clamps an stumbled forward behind…who? She didn’t know which of the women had a hold of her nipple leash, all she knew is every time she hesitated, the clamps on her nipples would pull tight and she had no choice but to follow along.

The clerk trembled in fear as she rung up the purchase after seeing what the two women had done to that girl. After paying for everything, the two women headed toward the entrance with Jill in tow. Reaching the door the second woman held it open for the silver haired woman to pass through with Jill following unwillingly behind. Just before passing through herself she turned back towards the clerk and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll be back again next week for you!”

The End

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Henrietta has to hide her secret in the shared bath, but it is so hard when nubile Peony wants to be washed.

Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Four: Miss Marilynn Molests the Maid
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

“Miss Marilynn! Missy Marilynn,” a panicked, feminine voice called, reaching into the confused thoughts of Marilynn Gully, the young philosophy teacher at The Kensington Boarding School, an all-girls school in the English countryside. “Please, please wake up, Miss Marilynn.”

What happened? the teacher wondered, trying to organize her thoughts while her body lay limp, her eyes closed. She felt the hands push on her. Who is that? Daisy?

…disconnected… an alien voice whispered through her mind, tinny, mechanical yet undeniably feminine. …disconnected…

“Please, Miss Marilynn, I’m scared. I don’t know where we are. It’s too foggy.”

Thoughts coalesced in Marilynn’s mind, pulled in by an alien presence. It skittered across her thoughts, sinking into them. Flashes of her past streaked through the teacher’s mind, all twenty-five years of her life were experienced, absorbed. Childhood growing up on the Avon River and dashing through daisy fields, her schooling, her desire to learn, attending Oxford at a young age. The first time she made love to a woman, her professor’s wife in a stuffy attic bedroom while a party bustled below. How Mrs. Kirk had licked and tongued Marilynn’s pussy to a gasping orgasm and then how she returned the favor, licking the older woman’s cunny, delighting in the taste and the feel of her silky pubic hair. The realization that she did not want a husband but a wife.

And how society shunned that.

Getting her degree in philosophy. Hearing rumors of a school that molded young women into the joys of sapphic delight. Whispered by Mrs. Kirk herself, an alumni of The Kensington Boarding School. The joy at being accepted. The thrill at the sight of your youthful charges and her eager desire to make sweet love to their growing bodies. How this very evening she lured out the eighteen-year-old maid, Daisy, to have a lesbian romp in the foggy night.

The feel of Daisy’s round, warm breasts as Marilynn sank her hand into her bodice. Their sweet kisses, tongues meeting, heating their passion. The growing, wet itch between her thighs aching for Daisy to plunge her fingers into.

…connection…

And then the shooting star blazing over head. Her excitement at finding a meteorite outweighed her desires to ravage Daisy’s bountiful flesh. The girl’s fear of fairies as they stumbled through the mist, following the beeping sound.

The cannister and its black mist that poured into her body.

What was that substance? It choked me? Did I pass out?

…connection…

…must connect…

…computer unresponsive…

“Please, please Miss Marilynn. I’m not strong enough to carry you. Don’t be hurt. Wake up. I’m so scared.”

…connection…

A jolt of electricity shot through Marilynn’s body. She gasped, convulsed, her eyes shooting open as sensations rippled through her body. She felt the cold grass on her face, the dew bleeding through her dark-green dress. The smell of Daisy’s wool dress and the caress of thick fog on her cheek. The young girl’s fingers shaking her shoulder.

…connect…

A throaty purr escaped Marilynn’s mouth as she sat up, her nethers burning with the fluttering signs of female hysteria—the horny itch the repressed, English society claimed wasn’t a woman feeling sexual horniness, but a weakness of her flesh. One clitoral stimulation by a trained medical professional, often with a vibrating machine to reduce strain on the physician’s hand, could correct.

Mrs. Kirk taught Marilynn different. Women were just as much sexual creatures as men, and they were eager for the release. Gasping, writhing, kissing, licking, touching, suckling. All wonderful ways to love a woman and satiate “hysterics.”

“You are such a pretty maid,” Marilynn said as she gazed at the worried face of Daisy. The maid had brown hair falling about a freckled face, her bodice still unlaced from Marilynn’s earlier exploration. Breasts rising and falling, beckoning. “Yes, you are.”

“Oh, you’re okay,” Daisy sighed in relief. “I was so worried, Miss Marilynn.”

…connect…

“Mmm, I could tell.” Marilynn licked her lips then reached out and seized the girl’s shoulders, pulling her close. “And you are just a beautiful creature.”

“What is that thing?” Daisy asked as Marilynn leaned in and nuzzled at the maid’s neck, savoring her smell, kissing her fair skin. “It’s still flashing like a rail light.”

“It doesn’t matter,” moaned the teacher. Another surge of electricity shot from her mind ending at her pussy. A hot, molten heat swelled there. She shuddered, her flesh clenching as a hunger swelled through her. “We were just getting acquainted when that shooting star interrupted us. Which was such a shame. You are such a beautiful creature. I shouldn’t have let myself get distracted. I need to…connect with you.”

“Miss Marilynn?” The girls shuddered as Marilynn slid her hand down the maid’s bodice and cupped a round, warm breasts. “Maybe we should…go back to… Oh, that’s nice.”

Marilynn’s fingers rolled the maid’s hard, fat nipple. Daisy shuddered beneath the teacher’s touch. Marilynn sucked harder at the maid’s neck, loving the taste of her flesh and the feel her nub. Marilynn’s teeth nipped, bringing a squeal from the maid.

The heat swelled in Marilynn’s pussy. Something grew inside of her, squirming, pressing on the walls of her flesh. It excited her. She plunged her other hand into Daisy’s bodice, cupping the other breast as the teacher licked up at the maid’s lips.

…connector forming…

The women kissed. Daisy moaned, her body shuddering as both her nipples were pinched and rolled by Marilynn. The teacher loved them. Hard and thick and long. They were wonderful nipples. Her lips itched to suck on them.

She pushed the maid down onto the grass. Both women moaned. Daisy’s hands found Marilynn’s wet dress, stroking her sides and hips. The maid went higher to Marilynn’s bodice, squeezing breasts through the stiff corset beneath. Marilynn’s nipples ached. The pressure in her pussy swelled as another electric charge shot through her.

“Yes,” Marilynn moaned as the electricity gathered in her pussy. Her sheath stretched. The thing growing inside of her writhed and twisted, stimulating her flesh. “I have to connect with you, Daisy.”

“Yes, yes, connect,” moaned the maid, her fingers squeezing hard at the teacher’s breasts. “Oh, you have lovely tits, Miss Marilynn. Just lovely.”

“You like big breasts, Daisy?” moaned Marilynn as she stretched out both of Daisy’s long nipples.

“Yes,” shuddered the maid. Her eyes fluttered. “I do. Why I love my job.”

“I hear so many naughty stories. Teachers fucking students. Students fucking maids.”

“Maids fucking teachers,” giggled Daisy. “All true. The Headmistress keeps a dildo attached to a clever harness. She can wear it like it’s a real cock and she loves buggering the student’s asses. The nurse loves to prick maiden’s hymen, to get them ready for the Headmistress’s attention.”

“Wicked,” Marilynn moaned, her hands drawing out Daisy’s breasts. “Such beautiful nipples. I have to love them. Connect with them.”

…connector forming….

…50% complete…

Marilynn didn’t care about the voice any longer. She was so horny. She leaned down and sucked on Daisy’s nipple. The teacher sucked hard on the nub as the writhing swelled in her pussy. Her flesh savored each caress. Electric surges shot from her cunt, convulsing her body, tingling her clitoris and nipples.

And making her suck so hard on Daisy’s nipples.

Marilynn nibbled and sucked. Her tongue lathed the thick, long nipple. Her lips pursed on it. She sucked, lips popping off and then re-latching onto the nub. Daisy moaned, her head tossing back and forth on the wet grass.

“Oh, Miss Marilynn, yes, you’re making my cunny so wet. So juicy. I need to be cured. Oooh, my hysterics are so bad.”

“You’re just a horny slut,” Marilynn moaned as she moved her lips to Daisy’s other nipple. “A sapphic whore eager to be fucked.”

“Yes, yes, ram your fingers in me.”

“No, my connector.”

“What’s that?” gasped Daisy as Marilynn sucked on the other nipple.

The teacher’s eyebrows furrowed at the maid’s question. As she suckled, she pondered where the words came from. And then it occurred to her the connector grew in her pussy, being built by the strange, feminine, monotone voice.

…connector 75% complete…

Marilynn’s teeth nipped as she squirmed. She shifted her body, straddling the maid and kneeling, the dew bleeding through her dress, two layers of petticoats, and stockings. The teacher shifted her hips, the writhing moving to the entrance of her pussy. An orgasm built in the teacher, stimulated by the squirming connector. Every moment slid along her juicy walls, sending flutters of delight through her. She moaned about the maid’s nipple.

“Oh, yes, Miss Marilynn,” Daisy moaned, her fingers sliding through the teacher’s red hair. “Oh, you are a wicked one, aren’t you? Ooh, yes. You are going to fit in at the school.”

“I’m going to connect with everyone,” Marilynn moaned as her pussy was stretched to its limits. A throaty moan escaped her lips. “Connect and find what I am missing.”

“Yes, yes, yes, connect with me,” moaned the Maid.

…connector 100%…

…completed…

…connect…

Marilynn’s eyes widened as she sucked on Daisy’s nipple again. The wiggling, squirming thing in her pussy pressed out her opening. It was an extension of her body. It wiggled and flexed, rubbing down her stocking clad leg beneath her layers of her petticoats. It brushed her heeled boots and then extended out of her dress. It flexed, searching, rubbing on the grass. She felt the dew against its metallic body. It flexed, twisting, and slid beneath Daisy’s dress.

The appendage rubbed its smooth, round head against Daisy’s thigh. It was as thick as three of Marilynn’s fingers, her pussy clenching about it as more and more slid out of her depths, constructed out of her body. Her stomach growled with hunger.

But that could wait. She had to connect and orgasm.

“Miss Marilynn,” gasped Daisy. “There’s a snake beneath my skirt.”

“That’s not a snake,” the teacher purred. She slid up the girl’s body, looking down at her face. Marilynn cupped Daisy’s freckled, trembling cheeks. “That’s me. Relax.”

“You…?” The maid’s eyes widened as the flexible appendage, moving like a tentacle, slithered up the maid’s stocking legs. It grew warmer the father it went. “What is going on?”

“I am connecting with you,” the teacher purred. Then she smiled as the round tip found the maid’s pussy. “Oh, yes, you are so wet and ready to be connected with.”

“It feels smooth. Metallic.” The maid bit her lip. “Like a cock. Is it a type of dildo?”

“Maybe.” A shudder went through Marilynn as she stroked her tentacle’s tip up and down the maid’s dewy folds. “You’ll enjoy it.”

…connect…

The voice was powerful, commanding. Marilynn thrust her tentacle into the maid’s pussy. The teacher and maid both shuddered. Marilynn’s pussy clenched down on the tentacle as she slithered the end deeper and deeper into the maid’s hot, tight, wet, and silky tunnel.

“Oh, my Lord,” moaned Marilynn. “You’re so wet. Oh, wow. Oh, that’s nice. I can’t…yes…”

The tentacle was an extension of her pussy. A sexual organ. It felt so much better than tonguing or licking a woman’s pussy. Pleasure rippled down the tentacle as it wormed deeper and deeper into the maid’s cunny. She fucked it in and out, savoring the friction on the metallic sides.

The maid squirmed, her flesh clenching, her moans singing into the foggy night. Daisy’s hands slid around the teacher’s body, gripping her hips, pulling her down. Their lips met as Marilynn reamed her tentacle in and out of the maid’s body.

…connection forming…

Marilynn moaned into Daisy’s mouth. Pleasure trembled through her body. Every stroke of her tentacle built the orgasm swelling in her core. It was so sexy. She savored the kiss with Daisy, squirming atop the maid as she fucked the tentacle in and out of the maid’s cunny faster and faster.

Daisy moaned. Her fingers dug into Marilynn’s hips. The maid’s tongue shoved deep into Marilynn’s mouth. The young woman moaned loudly into the kiss. She tasted so sweet while her pussy felt so hot.

“Oh, Miss Marilynn,” gasped Daisy. “Oh, yes. Oh, wow. That’s… that’s…”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Marilynn gasped. “We’re connecting, Daisy. We’re getting closer and closer to our connection.”

“Yes, I’m going to cum, Miss Marilynn. Keep fucking your toy into me. Oh, wow. It’s in me so deep. It’s so flexible. I love it. Oh, yes. Yes.”

The younger woman bucked bucked beneath Marilynn. The maid’s cunny spasmed on Marilynn’s tentacle. The orgasm burned through Daisy. Her face clenched. Gasping moans escaped through clenched teeth.

Delight convulsed about Marilynn’s tentacle. It was pure joy feeling the young woman’s cunny writhe and ripple, massaging the plunging tentacle. Marilynn shuddered. Her body tensed as her orgasm swelled inside of her.

…connection imminent…

“Yes,” she screamed. “I’m connecting with you, Daisy.”

A powerful convulsion surged through Marilynn’s body. Electricity erupted from her pussy. A powerful surge ran down her tentacle. She grit her teeth as the ecstasy bathed her body. Something erupted from the tip of her tentacle, pouring into Daisy’s body.

In a flash of insight, while rapture burned through her mind, Marilynn realized she pumped the same oily, black gas into the girl. As their rapture burned and surged through them, Marilynn felt Daisy’s thoughts.

Yes, yes, yes, so good. This is the best. It’s squirting something in me. Like a boy’s cum but hotter. Better. I’m cumming so hard. Yes, yes, yes.

…connection formed…

“Yes,” both women screamed at the same instant as rapture bathed their minds. Their bodies heaved. The powerful bliss crashed over them and both women fell limp. Their forms twitched and soft sighs escaped their unconscious lips.

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Inside Daisy, the nanites from the Merita’s crashed spaceship went to work, changing her like they changed Marilynn. The tentacle pulsed between the women as they lay in a stupor, sealing the connection, uniting their minds. The nanites searched through Daisy’s thoughts, learning about her life growing up on a farm, her disappointing first time with a local boy, and then the joy she learned on her first day as a maid at the school at the hands of Nurse Paige.

The realization she didn’t want to be pawed by boys but caressed by girls. Her commitment to the school and its delights.

The nanites learned all of her life. And it did not help them connect to the computer. They needed to connect to it. It was their purpose. Connecting with Daisy didn’t help. So they would keep connecting until they found it.

But first they would need more resources.

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My dreams were filled with Merita. We shared them since we shared one mind. She loved them. “Henrietta,” she had gasped, “what an amazing thing your kind does while they rest. Dreaming… wonderful.”

The dreams were the normal confusion of nonsense scenarios spilling on one to the other before settling on a wicked dream involving my new friend Tabitha. I lay on a grassy field with Tabitha, the both of us naked. Merita was pressed into my back, nibbling on my neck while my pussy tentacles—a byproduct of Merita possessing my body to save my life—slipped out of my cunny. Four purple tentacles, the same color as Merita’s flesh, writhing and undulating.

“Oh, I love your tentacles,” moaned Tabitha, a huge grin on her face. I was so glad I met her on my first day at The Kensington Boarding School. As much as I was glad I found Merita’s crashed spaceship and met my alien lover.

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Merita purred in my ear. We shared minds, so she could read my thoughts.

My tentacles reached out, sliding around Tabitha’s body. She was bustier than me, her breasts nice and round, dusted with freckles. Mine were small mounds, my body slim, without much curves. The opposite of my redheaded friend.

“Oh, yes, that’s nice,” Tabitha giggled as my tentacles swept across her naked flesh, wrapping about her.

I groaned. My tentacles were as sensitive as my nipples, sexual organs just like my pussy. The pleasure rippled down my tentacles to my pussy. My cunny clenched about the four tentacles as they extended out of me. They clenched and slid about Tabitha’s flesh, brushing her hard nipples, caressing her back, and pressing between her legs.

“Oh, yes, that’s nice,” moaned Tabitha. “This is such a nice way to wake up.”

I giggled at that, aware I was dreaming. “What do you like about them?”

Tabitha squealed instead as one of my tentacles pressed between the crack of her butt-cheeks. She squirmed, her pussy growing hotter and wetter on one of my appendages as her butt-cheeks clenched on the other. I brushed her sphincter.

“Bugger me, Etta,” groaned Tabitha, using the wrong diminutive for my name, Henrietta, like she always did. “Oh, it was so hot when you buggered yourself last night.”

Before falling asleep in her bed in our shared room at the boarding school, we had made love. And discovered my pussy tentacles. At first they had frightened my friend, but then she embraced them and I took her maidenhead while buggering myself. My asshole tingled.

“Mmm, that sounds hot,” Merita purred, her fingers slipping between my butt-cheeks and rubbing at my sphincter.

“Yes, yes, I’ll bugger you,” I gasped, sliding my tentacle through her asscheeks until the tip pressed on her sphincter. “Sounds hot.”

My tentacle wiggled at the tip. The pleasure rushed down the tentacle to my body. I groaned, the bliss swelling through me. I pressed harder, her sphincter resisting. So tight. But I persisted, grunting as I wiggled the tentacle.

The sphincter gave way. My tentacle slipped into her asshole an inch. The feel of her hot, velvety bowels engulfed my appendage. I groaned, savoring the pleasure as Merita buggered me with her fingers, plunging them in and out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.

“Oh, my Lord, Etta. Oh, yes. You are so wild when sleeping. Yes, yes, bugger me.”

I felt lips kiss my cheeks. Not dream Tabitha or Merita. I shuddered. The dream faded as the pleasure swelled. I panicked, groaning, struggling to stay into the dream as I reamed my tentacle in and out of Tabitha’s bowels.

My eyes opened.

“Yes, yes, bugger me,” moaned Tabitha between kisses on my cheeks.

We were in Tabitha’s bed. There was no Merita was behind me, no fingers reaming my asshole. But my pussy tentacles were out. And I had wormed one into my redheaded friend’s asshole while sleeping, the others rubbing her nipples and pussy beneath her nightgown. Her fiery hair spilled across the pillow, meeting my blonde strands.

“Oh, this is a wonderful way to wake up,” groaned Tabitha. “What were you dreaming, Etta?”

“Making love to you on a grassy field,” I grinned then shuddered as the pleasure of her bowels gripping my plunging tentacle rippled through me. “Oh, you’re so tight.”

“Uh-huh. This is wicked. You’re buggering me, Etta. You’re buggering me with your tentacle.”

I leaned in and kissed her. Dawn approached, lightening the foggy world outside our window as our tongues met and played. Our arms wrapped about each other’s bodies, pulling us close as my tentacles caressed her body. Through her nightgown, I felt my writhing tentacles brushing my hard nipples.

So good. The tentacle rubbing on her pussy plunged into the hot depths. I groaned, fucking two holes. My cunny clenched about my four tentacles. They squirmed, caressing my sensitive flesh, shooting bliss through me.

Yes, yes, bugger her, Merita moaned in my thoughts, feeling what I felt. Oh, this is so hot. I love this. You human women are exciting.

Uh-huh, I agreed, my heart pounding in delight.

I think I was falling in love with both of them. My human and alien lovers. I was glad Merita crashed. She was amazing. And Tabitha was wonderful, so feisty and exciting. I was so wrong to be afraid of my body’s desires, to run from sapphic delights. Yes, it was a sin, but I didn’t care. I loved the feel of a woman’s body against mine, my tentacles reaming her holes.

I plunged them faster and faster in and out of Tabitha’s holes. So different, one wet and hot the other tight and burning. The friction rippled down both tentacles. They slammed into her in unison, pumping, pistoning, swelling the pleasure between us.

Tabitha broke the kiss. “Oh, eta, yes, yes. I’m going to have my release. Give me my paroxysms.”
I nodded my head, eager for the explosion of bliss to burst inside of us and cure our hysterics. My clitoris throbbed. I humped against her, rubbing my aching nub against the cotton of my nightgown. My nipples ached so gladly. I trembled.

“I’m so close,” I moaned. “Your holes are so tight.”

“Yes,” Tabitha grinned and then we kissed again, writhing, her narrow bed creaking.

My fingers dug into her arms. I moaned into the kiss. I savored the taste of her lips. I groaned into the kiss. My tentacles pumped so hard. The friction so intense. My eyes rolled back into my head, my orgasm on the verge of—

The door banged open.

Tabitha and I gave a squeak of fear as Prefect Geneva strode in wearing the same nightgown as last night, the neckline tight about her throat, her large breasts heaving before her, her nipples hard through the fabric. Her blonde hair framed a smiling face.

“I see you two are eager for morning cures,” she said in her refined voice. “When I met the pair of you—especially you, Henrietta—I never would have imagined how eager you would be to cure your hysterics. But Nurse Paige gave you a taste of your body’s delights and you’ve embraced them.”

Fear hammered my heart. My tentacles withdrew. It was one thing for Tabitha to know about them, but another for the prefect to learn about them. They slithered back inside of me as the prefect strode closer and ripped the covers about us, revealing our nightgowns pushed up to our mid-thighs.

“Yes, you two are wicked,” grinned Geneva. “But no more being abed. It is bath time. Up, up. Don’t bother dressing. The bath is at the end of the hall. Everyone will be in there.” She licked her lips. “And if you two are frustrated and need release, well, I am sure someone in the bath will be glad to assist you.”

“Yes, Prefect,” groaned Tabitha while I bit my lip.

“Move it, ladies, or I will issue you a demerit.”

“Yes, Prefect,” we both gasped this time.

We rolled out of her bed as the prefect left to wake up other girls. Our nightgowns fell down our legs as we stood up. Both our faces were flushed. My heart hammered and I squirmed. I had to be careful. I couldn’t let anyone else know about my tentacles.

No, probably for the best. We were lucky Tabitha was understanding.

I nodded my head. “Tabitha…”

She glanced at me and grinned. “I won’t tell anyone about Merita our your naughty tentacles. Promise.” She crossed her heart, pointer finger sliding across the top of her breast. “Okay?”

“Thank you.”

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “Well, let’s go. I don’t want to get spanked on my first day because you dawdled and made us late for the bath.”

“Me?” I gasped in indignation. “Why do you assume it would be me?”

Tabitha darted ahead to the open door. “Because I’m already on the way.”

I darted after her, my feet slapping on the bare stone, and caught her in the hallway, taking her hand. The other girls of our floor poured out of their room, a collection of girls ranging from eighteen, the newest students like Tabitha and me, to twenty, the senior girls like Prefect Geneva. The younger girls were all nervous.

I smiled at Peony as she slipped out of her room, her hands folded before her. I remember her being quite shy. How would she take the school’s relaxed views on lesbianism? Would she embrace it or would she be afraid of it?

“How did you sleep?” I asked her.

“Fine,” she answered, shifting her shoulders, her black hair a curly mess. “You?”

Before I could answer, Tabitha blurted out, “Oh, we slept warm and tight last night.”

“Tight?” Peony blinked. “Did you…share a bed?”

“For comfort,” I said, my cheeks warming and my cunny itching. “You know, being in a strange place is scary.”

“And Etta is amazing at providing comfort,” giggled Tabitha. “Her touch is so stimulating. I had such a release.”

“Release…”

“You know, my paroxysms. She cured my hysterics. And I cured hers.” Tabitha licked her lips. “Several times.”

“Oh.” Peony’s cheeks went completely red. She was such a cute girl. “I… Oh, my.”

“It’s a good thing for young women to do,” I told her while I wondered what she would look like gasping as my tentacles fucked her.

That would be so hot, giggled Merita.

The bath was at the end of the hallway. It was a room made of marble and quite steamy. I was surprised to learn the school had hot water piped in without electricity until Geneva mentioned off-hand that the school was built on a hot spring and had roman-style baths all over it.

My excitement grew as the girls stripped naked, the older ones bold, the younger ones shy. I pulled off my nightgown, revealing my slim body while Tabitha yanked off hers, bending over and shaking her ass at me, her red-furred muff bright between her pale thighs.

“Oh, yes, you are a naughty one,” Geneva said, snagging Tabitha. “Let’s wash each other’s backs.”

“And other parts?” asked Tabitha.

Geneva winked.

Peony, standing beside me, gasped as Geneva boldly grasped Tabitha’s round breasts, squeezing and kneading, then captured my lover’s mouth in a hot kiss. I smiled, loving the sight of the two naked girls kissing, Geneva’s large breasts pillowing into Tabitha’s round tits. My pussy clenched, my tentacles writhing in the depths.

I had to be careful. I couldn’t let them out.

“See, isn’t that a beautiful thing,” I told her, snagging her nightgown and pulling it up her body.
Peony didn’t resist as I pulled off her nightgown, lost watching Tabitha and Geneva kissed. Other girls gasped and giggled. They paired off, older girls snagging younger, leading them to the bath, fondling their pert butts and cupping firm tits. Peony folded her hands before her naked stomach, her nipples hardening.

“Come on, let’s get in the bath and wash each other,” I purred, taking her hand.

Peony nodded, her cheeks burning. I led her across the tiled floor and groaned as I stepped into the steamy water. It was wonderful. So relaxing. Peony stepped in with me and we sank down on the bench lining the pool. It was shaped like a blossoming flower, four round edges sweeping together, the floor mosaic with pink and lavender tiles.

I cupped water in my hand then dibbled it across Peony’s small breasts. She licked her lips, looking down. “Henrietta…”

“Shhh,” I told her as I ran my wet hand across her chest and down to her breasts. “I’m just washing you. Nothing to be afraid of. We’re both girls.”

“But…” Her eyes flicked around the room were girls were already breaking off into naughty activities. Some washed each other while others kissed. A few were doing even naughtier acts.

Emaleine had a naughty smile on her round face as brunette Darcy nibbled on a nipple. Jeane, easily the tallest girl in our dorm, lay stretched out on the edge of the pool, her legs in the water, strawberry-blonde Kayleigh kneeling between her thighs and devouring her pussy with hungry licks.

“Oh, Geneva,” moaned Tabitha.

My friend hadn’t even made it in the pool. Geneva knelt behind Tabitha and tongued my friend’s sphincter. Peony saw that and gasped while Tabitha undulated her hips. Between her thighs, I spotted Geneva’s fingers rubbing my lover’s cunt.

“She’s licking Tabitha’s rectum,” blanched Peony as my hands cupped her small breasts.

“I know,” I moaned, shuddering, my lusts swelling through me. “It looks so hot.”

“It looks disgusting.”

“Then why are you watching?” I whispered, leaning in to Peony, her head craned to watch Tabitha’s pleasure. My hard nipple brushed Peony’s arm as I nuzzled against her ear. “You can’t look away.”

“I don’t know why,” she gasped as my hand rolled her nipple.

I licked her ear, nibbling as I pinched her nipple. My thighs squirmed, clamping down on my pussy. I had to keep my tentacles under control. I shouldn’t even be touching Peony like this. It was such a risk. What if I lost control?

Then you would have a lot of fun, laughed Merita.

And everyone would think I was a freak.

But despite my fear of being caught, my lusts were too much. They surged through me. Around me other women gasped and moaned as they made love to each other. It was a heady sight. Girls bodies, glistening with water, pressing together in the fog. This school was wild. It was such a sin. If the Church of England ever learned of it, they would have the government shut it down faster than a pickpocket running from the coppers.

And I loved it.

“Just watch Geneva make my friend cum,” I moaned between licks. My hands played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them.

The way Peony shuddered sent delight rippling through me. Her arm slipped around my waist, sliding down, gripping my ass beneath the warm water. The heat sank through me, relaxing my thighs as I kissed down to Peony’s neck.

She groaned as I nuzzled at her neck, her fingers digging into my asscheek. My eyes rolled in my head as my pussy clenched again. The tentacles writhed inside of me, sliding around inside my cunny, aching to be released.

I groaned, fighting against my own excitement.

“You are such a beautiful, young woman with an exciting body,” I moaned. “Oh, I love it.”

So do I. Look at those cute nipples, Henrietta.

My gaze snapped down. Just above the surface of the water were her pink nubs. The ripples from the other girls writhing and undulating in the bath washed against her nipples, splashing over them. I groaned and leaned down, sucking on one.

“Henrietta,” gasped Peony. “Oh, this is so wicked. We’re all such sinful girls.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Tabitha gasped behind her. “We are, Peony. And it is wonderful. Get your release so you won’t be horny for class and we can learn.”

As I nibbled and sucked on her nipple, the water lapping about my cheeks, my hand slid down to her pussy and rubbed at her flesh. She was wet, and I doubt it was just from the bath. Her legs quivered as I rubbed at her sensitive flesh and brushed her nipple.

She felt so hot and silky. My pussy clenched again. I sucked so hard. My hips undulated. I needed to be touched and stimulated. My eyes rolled back in my head. The bath was full of squirming, gasping, panting women.

Feeling naughty, I dunked beneath the water. It was warm around me. I pressed her thighs wide apart and pressed my face between her flesh. I licked at her pussy, brushing her hymen and tasting traces of her spicy musk as I flicked through her. I nuzzled, coaxing out more juices before the bathwater washed them away.

My lungs burned. I wanted to keep licking, but I had to pop my head up so I could breathe. Peony’s eyes were wide. She stared at me. “You licked my…my…”

“Cunny?”

“Yes.”

“And you tasted good.” Then I leaned in and kissed her.

Peony’s arms went around my body. Her legs around my thighs. She pulled me to her. I hugged her, rubbing at her back as our naked bodies pressed together. No barriers like when I hugged Tabitha. Her breasts were slippery.

And then my clitoris rubbed against hers.

I gasped, moaning into her lips as our clitorides rubbed together. Delight shocked through my pussy. I trembled in her arms. My head swam with excitement. I kissed her harder, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in the French passion.

And a tentacle wiggled out of my pussy. I couldn’t control it, not when our clitorides rubbed together. My sensitive nub ached and sparked, the pleasure shooting through me. My tentacle bent, undulated, and pressed against her pussy.

She stiffened and her eyes widening. She broke the kiss, her head leaning back as I stroked up and down her pussy. Then I found her maidenhead and pressed on it. Her eyes glanced down at our breasts pressed tight together.

“Shh,” I told her. “Just relax. You’ll love it.”

“What is that?”

I bit my lip. “My tentacle.”

Then I kissed her and pressed forward with my tentacle. Her maidenhead resisted for a second. Merita trembled in my thoughts, eager to feel me claim another virgin. The membrane stretched and then tore.

And I was in her.

Peony’s fingers dug into my back. Her thighs tightened about my hips. She humped against me, our nipples and clitorides kissing as we both trembled and gasped. I pressed the tentacle deep into her cunny, her flesh clenching and constricting about me.

Her eyes were wide, but her lips moved. She moaned, humping harder against me. I loved it. Our clitorides sparked together. I undulated back as I worked my tentacle in and out of her pussy. Around us, the other girls were oblivious that I had just taken Peony’s maidenhead.

Her virtue was mine.

Peony broke the kiss. “Oh, Henrietta. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted as my rear flexed, grinding my clitoris against hers. “I know. It’s amazing, right?”

“So amazing.” She bit a lip. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s complicated. Just…just embrace how amazing it feels sliding in and out of your cunny.”

Peony leaned her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head. Beyond her, Tabitha shuddered and cried out her orgasm, her juices squirting down her thighs around Geneva’s rubbing fingers. The older prefect never stopped rimming Tabitha’s sphincter, moaning, Geneva’s large breasts shaking. Her other hand was buried between her thighs, frigging herself and cumming hard.

All around us, girls came. Their moans echoed through the bath, mixing with the steam. I cast my gaze around as I writhed atop Peony and fucked her cunny hard. My pussy clenched, my tentacle aching from the friction of her sweet flesh. I loved what I saw.

Olivine-skinned Phoebe writhed as sandy-blonde Maria ate out her pussy. Now Emaleine had her face buried between Darcy’s thighs, Emaleine’s curvy ass waving in my direction, her black-furred muff wet between her thighs. Adrianne gasped and moaned as she sat on Jeanne’s licking mouth.

Such wicked delights.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Peony. “Oh, Henrietta. Oh, yes. It’s happening. Like with Nurse Paige yesterday. The flutters…they’re building.”

“That means you’re going to cum,” I moaned. “Don’t fight it. Embrace it. Enjoy your release.”

I reamed my tentacle hard into her pussy, the appendage flexing and bending. My cunny clenched about it while my clitoris ground into hers. All the sensations built in me. I trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I came first.

My pussy spasmed about my tentacle while it pulsed. The rippling, expanding waves shot down it, stretching out Peony’s virgin pussy over and over. The girl gasped and bucked beneath me, her thighs tightening about my hips as she screamed out her bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh, that’s wild. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I…I…”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned as my pleasure shuddered through me and bathed my mind in wonderful, amazing bliss. I slumped against my newest lover, her pussy clenching on my tentacle, and kissed her hard.

I took her cherry and no one else knew I had a pussy-tentacles. Oh, it was so satisfying. My tentacle withdrew back inside of me as I held Peony, kissing her as we both came down from our hysteric highs.

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Marilynn and Daisy woke up at the same instant. They were still connected by Marilynn’s tentacle. Daisy’s pussy fused to it. The maid squirmed as she stood, her pussy clenching and relaxing on the tentacle, her thoughts racing down it and into Daisy.

Oh, that was so hot.

Yes, it was, answered Marilynn, but I am so hungry.

…raw materials required…

Me, too, Miss Marilynn.

The fog burned off as the sun rose to the east, spilling golden light around the small dell. The broken canister, still beeping, lay nearby. Both women rose, moving in unison, their brains connected by the tentacle. They walked to the canister, stomachs rumbling.

Metal. They needed to ingest metal. Connections were required. Both women knelt in unison before the machine. They leaned over and spat on it. Their spit, full of nanites, attacked the metal, making it brittle. Then the women lowered their mouths and bit into the metal, crunching into the canister and devouring it.

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The bath is over, Merita whispered into her host’s mind. Tabitha and Henrietta walked naked down the halls, holding hands, both whispering about what they did in the baths. We can find the missing core now?

Of course not, answered Henrietta. Next is breakfast, and then we have classes. Maybe I can sneak out at lunch, but I am famished. Curing hysterics is strenuous work.

Merita sighed. The core had to be found as soon as possible. She worried what would happen if a human found it. The device was full of nanites disconnected from her ship’s computer. It was impossible for the alien to predict how they might react if they came in contact with any humans.

And that worried her.

To be continued…

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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. The first part of this story was inspired by some hot pictures that I found on the internet, and you can see these in the album of pictures from recent stories on my profile page (you have to be logged in and to have made at least 10 posts yourself, in order to see the albums). However, the ‘customer’ in the pictures is Hispanic and I have made that character in the story an African-American woman. The pictures are not essential, and the story works perfectly well on its own – and it also goes on quite a bit beyond them. I must emphasise that the models in the pictures are NOT, repeat NOT, the people in the story, which is a fantasy and completely fictitious, with invented characters whose resemblance to any real persons is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012

Jolene was a pussy-hunter, and proud of it. She specialised in pretty young white blondes, spreading their creamy thighs and breaking them in to a life of lesbian submission. As she was a charismatic, tall, statuesque, mature black woman with big breasts and a ripe rounded ass, she usually got what she wanted, overwhelming the naive and feeble young white chicks with the sheer force of her commanding personality, blowing them away with the voluptuous curves of her bootylicious body, and scooping them up like a sexual tornado – leaving them afterwards breathless, stunned, shattered and thoroughly turned around.

She was on just such a hunt right now, following up a tempting trail and stalking an unsuspecting young Scandinavian-style blonde. Soon the bait would be laid, and the pretty skinny little bitchlet would fall right into her clutches. Jolene had every reason to be confident – the tell-tale signs had been there on her ‘scouting trip’ two days ago. This was what the powerful black dyke called her trawls through the shops, bars and sports facilities (always a good place to pick up a lesbian – both lean young frisky fillies, and their older experienced cunt-devouring coaches) of the city in which she lived. Her meandering progress might seem aimless, but it was intended to trail her tempting tush in front of any female who might get wet at the sight of such a stunning big-titted black bitch, and so she dawdled in the process in order to see if any sweet babe took up the opportunity to check her out.

Now 35 years old, Jolene had been entirely lesbian for her whole life. She had realised that she was gay even before she became a teenager, and had never had any qualms about it or the slightest regrets. Her figure had come in early, and she was already hot stuff and filling out a C-cup bra when, at the age of 14, she had been easily seduced by a 16 year old African-American girl who was the daughter of a neighbour. Jolene had been delighted to surrender her cherry to the tall and athletic high school student, and even more delighted to find out that the girl was also being fucked by a 30-year-old black woman who was one of her teachers. Their duo now became a threesome, and for the next four years (and even more easily when Jolene moved up to the same high school), she had enjoyed a wonderful lesbian education at their hands – and their mouths, their tits, their cunts and their strap-on dildos.

Jolene had discovered her taste for white pussy nearly two years later, a few weeks after her sixteenth birthday. An attractive blonde teacher who Jolene had already suspected was gay asked her one day to stay behind after school to help with a project, and when they were alone together had come on to the black girl, fondling her now substantial 32D breasts. Jolene had responded at once by kissing the woman, mashing their lips together and thrusting her tongue into the startled blonde’s mouth, whilst seizing her breasts with both hands for a mauling grope through the thin fabric of her tight red lambswool sweater and the bra beneath. The teacher was taken quite by surprise at this vigorous and eager reaction, where she had expected to have to coax tempted timidity with soft sensuous seduction – for she had no idea that her black colleague had by now fucked Jolene more than two hundred times! Whilst the woman was still off-balance, Jolene pounced upon her and pushed the rangy white bitch onto her back across her own desk, hauled her pleated grey linen skirt up to her hips, yanked the gusset of her lacy black panties to one side, rammed three fingers like a spearhead straight into her vagina, and then savagely fist-fucked her into multiple orgasms until the pulverised 28-year-old had begged brokenly for mercy – and then afterwards had beseeched Jolene to come back to her house, and do it to her over again!

The lust-fuelled black high school student had readily agreed to her teacher’s request, and that had been the first time that she had ridden a white bitch with a strap-on dildo. Once in the woman’s bedroom, Jolene had been undressed and then presented with this wonderful bitch-fucking implement, as the schoolteacher knelt submissively before the young black Amazon and buckled the harness straps around her waist and between her legs. In exultation, Jolene had then almost torn off the blonde’s clothes and lingerie and hurled her onto the bed, before giving the mewling and moaning woman an aggressive shafting with her own dildo – drilling her first as she lay sprawled on her back, with her legs stretched wide apart, and then afterwards turning her over onto her hands and knees, and pistoning into her cunt doggy-style from behind, until the woman was utterly demolished and collapsed into a shell-shocked stupor. This experience had taught Jolene the pure pleasure of taking a white cunt, preferably blonde, and preferably whimpering in spread-eagled submission. Over the years since then, Jolene had had plenty of black lesbian lovers as well – but it was having a moaning white blonde climaxing convulsively from the powerful thrusts of her fingers or the hammering plunges of her biggest strap-on that gave her the greatest thrill of all, whenever the opportunity arose – and hunting excursions like this made sure that it regularly did!

Jolene often thought back fondly to her very last day at high school, to what she called her ‘graduation ceremony’: an amazing sapphic marathon one warm summer evening in the Principal’s office. The black teenager had had the 41-year-old brunette Principal bent over to lie on her stomach across the middle of her own leather-topped desk, with her cute curvy baby-faced blonde 22-year-old secretary in the same position next to her on one side, and the big-titted, wide-hipped and broad-assed 34-year-old half-Hispanic school counsellor likewise on the other side. All three women were naked except for their shoes and hold-ups (or, in the Principal’s case, brown leather boots and cream opaque stockings in traditional style, held up by a yellow suspender belt), and all three had both of their wrists tied to the bottom of the desk on the other side. Jolene had next bound the secretary’s left leg to the Principal’s right leg in two places, once just below the knee and other at the ankle, and then similarly roped the counsellor’s right leg to the Principal’s left, leaving all three white women with their butts invitingly thrust out into the air over the edge of the desk, their thighs pulled wide apart, and their cunts and assholes vulnerably displayed.

Of course, Jolene had fucked all three of them many times before, individually and in pairs, and they were completely in thrall to their young big-busted black dominatrix. To give them something to remember her by, for the next two hours Jolene had taken the white bitches apart, starting with pinching their breasts and pulling their nipples, then caning their butts, followed by repeated savage pussy-shafting with a massive ribbed strap-on, mounting each of the moaning women several times, and finishing up with ass-fucking each of them in turn. So much saliva dribbled from their open mouths and so much pussy-juice dripped from their gaping vaginas, that the desk top and the carpet were permanently stained. Jolene’s ravaging was so forceful that the sweet young secretary passed out in the middle of her butt-fuck, and afterwards even the two more experienced women could barely manage to walk to their cars or sit in them to drive. That powerful experience had confirmed Jolene in her tastes: black women for sensuous loving companions, and white girls (in which she included those demure slim flat-chested Japanese and Chinese twats) for fuck-puppets, for making into submissive sex-slave sluts, and then passing around her already extensive circle of tough black dominants for merciless use in gang-bang after gang-bang.

The handsome mature black woman licked her lips, for here was a perfect prospect, and she was quite sure that all that she needed to do was lay the bait and then reel the blonde cunt in. Jolene was self-employed, which gave the freedom to set her own hours; earlier in the week, in the middle of a quiet afternoon, she had strolled through one of the large shopping malls, seeing if she could pick up any action. Sure enough, in the clothes department of one of her favourite large stores, there was a new young blonde shop assistant, from whom she at once felt a tell-tale vibe.

It wasn’t surprising that Jolene had caught the shopworker’s eye. On these trawls, she always dressed to look like the super-hot fuck-machine that she was; in this case, she had been wearing white leather boots, tight white hot-pants and a skimpy red halterneck, under which a good deal of her scarlet bra and mounds of black flesh could be seen. As Jolene strolled around the clothing racks, she watched the young assistant unobtrusively from the corner of her eye. Yes, sure enough – the girl was at least bi-curious, or probably just emerging as a lesbian and shyly inexperienced. There was no doubt about it – the little hottie was checking her out! The store had been very quiet at the time, with only a couple of other customers browsing and no supervisor or manager in sight. Jolene watched covertly with carefully-concealed satisfaction as the blonde shop assistant manoeuvred around the racks of clothes, appearing to be engaged on straightening various dresses on their hangars, but in reality angling to get the best undetected (as she naively thought) view of the mature black woman’s bust and ass.

Jolene was not in a hurry: she preferred to be sure of her ground before making the decisive move, and so on that occasion she had wandered on, heading for the sports centre where late in the afternoon a competition was due to be held between the local high school cheerleading teams – this took place every month, and was often a good fishing ground, not only for fresh young white pussy but also for hot-bodied athletic teenage black chicks. As it turned out, she didn’t get a definite score that day, but it was always fun to sit in the front row of the public gallery and watch so many pretty young females bounce around in their skimpy girlish costumes, their tits jiggling and their panties regularly exposed. One lithe and lively white girl had certainly seemed to take more than a casual interest, and, whilst waiting for her team’s turn to perform, her eyes had strayed constantly to Jolene’s cleavage. Well, OK, she was a brunette rather than a blonde, but she had a sweet face and a bubble-butt ass, so Jolene was willing to stretch a point – and to stretch the lissom cheerleader’s vagina as well, until it would accommodate her longest and widest strap-on. The handsome black woman had caught the brunette’s eye in return and given her an encouraging smile, but it seemed that the babe was quite shy, or perhaps still not sure of her sexuality, as she had blushed furiously, and then resolutely looked away until almost the end of the event, when once more her eyes had seemed magnetically drawn to Jolene’s well-displayed frontage.

The black woman had not felt rebuffed; from her long experience as a pussy-hunter, once the seed was sown it would soon start to sprout, and there was a good chance that at the next month’s cheerleading contest she would find an opportunity to have a quiet word with the perky brunette – maybe even try the gambit of offering her a lift ‘home’. Of course, they would detour first to Jolene’s apartment, where she would break the girl in and almost certainly take her lesbian cherry – and quite possibly her actual one, too. There was nothing that turned Jolene on more than taking a white cunt’s virginity, which she had done maybe fifteen times over the years since her first, a younger and quietly shy Chinese-American girl she had seduced when in her final year at high school. As Jolene had got older, she found it even more satisfying to have a naked young white girl pinned down on the bed under the weight of her powerful black body, legs thrust apart by Jolene’s muscular ebony thighs, and to relish the girl’s sobbing cry of surrender as a sharp thrust from Jolene’s strap-on ripped through her hymen. Jolene had walked back to her apartment block, well-satisfied with the outcome of the day’s reconnaissance, having spotted two promising whilffs (it was her own variant on the well-known term, and stood for ‘white hottie I’d like to fuck and fuck’).

So here was Jolene two days later, back in the mall to see if she could scoop up the blonde shop assistant. She had deliberately put on an even hotter outfit – frankly, a slutty and sensuous one that was almost over the top, not least because the African-American woman’s tits were nearly over its top. It consisted of a pair of skimpy tight black shorts, cut low on the hip, and above this a front-buttoned bustier, with flat panelling below the bust and very prominent moulded half-cups for her size 34F breasts above, which drew the eye and emphasised their size and thrust. This sexy ensemble was set off at the bottom by a pair of silver strap shoes with five-inch stiletto heels, and at the top by Jolene’s large silver hoop earrings and her jet-black hair, which tumbled down in thick curls to the middle of her back and framed her nipples at the front.

At first, when Jolene arrived at the store there were several people shopping in the clothes department, and the young assistant was busy and preoccupied. Jolene decided to go for a coffee in the Starbucks that was located on the ground floor and return in about twenty minutes, when this little flurry of activity would have subsided. She was about to turn away, when she saw the supervisor of the section approach the blonde shop assistant and speak to her for a moment, after which the girl departed on some errand – hopefully a brief one. The supervisor was probably in her early thirties, tall and slim, with short blonde hair that gave her a slightly butch appearance, and Jolene noticed with interest that she was covertly watching her junior assistant’s ass as the girl walked away. Then the supervisor turned her gaze in Jolene’s direction, and the black woman quickly pretended to be engrossed in the rack of clothing in front of her. Jolene was acutely aware that she was being checked over with more than casual interest, and decided to follow this up as well if the opportunity presented itself. Although nearer to her own age, the supervisor was a handsome and attractive woman, and the black lesbian had no objection to adding the spice of experience to her diet of white pussy – taking a white woman who thought of herself as a ‘top’, and breaking her in to her proper place as a subservient ‘bottom’, was always a great pleasure as well.

After spending a few moments in apparent browsing, Jolene was pleased to see the young blonde reappear, bringing with her a small wheeled rack on which a batch of dresses were hanging, still in their polythene wrapping. The black woman had followed a meandering course through the stands of clothes which had brought her round behind the supervisor, and only about three yards away. This paid off, as she heard the older woman give instructions to the effect that the assistant should put these items out now, before taking her scheduled mid-afternoon break, during which someone called Signe would cover for her, and the supervisor herself would return in about half an hour, to check that it had all been done correctly. Well, mused Jolene to herself with satisfaction, this had turned out to be fortunate timing indeed – the blonde bitchlet was scheduled to be on her break soon, which would give an ideal window opportunity during which no one would be monitoring her.

Jolene noted with pleasure that the supervisor had turned around and was deliberately taking a route out of the department that took her past where the scantily-dressed black woman was standing, and she rewarded the woman’s interest by waiting until the perfect second, and then dropping down onto one knee, apparently in order to look at the hemline of one of the dresses in front of her. This posture provided a truly amazing view from above down her ample and well-displayed cleavage, and Jolene smiled inwardly as she heard the footsteps behind her falter for a moment, and a soft exhalation of escaping breath, before the supervisor collected herself and walked on.

As the young blonde shop girl started to take the new dresses out of their plastic coverings and hang them on the clothing stands, the dynamic black lesbian set her trap in motion. Placing the shoulder bag that she had been carrying next to a mirror on the side wall, where she could still see it but it was out of the way, Jolene extracted her cell phone and then took a few steps towards the racks of clothes near to where the shop assistant was working. After switching the phone on but putting it in silent mode, she pretended to carry on a conversation with a female friend, though in fact no call was taking place. The purpose of this play-acting, which she had used effectively several times before, was that firstly it lifted her right arm up to an angle that both drew attention to her breasts and thrust them out even further; secondly, as she moved around almost in twirls, her head going back from time to time in a peal of laughter, it made the poses that she struck which highlighted her tits and tush seem quite natural, and, thirdly, it gave every opportunity and encouragement for the shop assistant to ogle her, by appearing to be so engrossed in her phone call that she would not notice this.

The plan worked to perfection. Jolene’s outfit, when worn by such a handsome and physically imposing black woman, was guaranteed to draw the eye and wet the slit of even the shyest and most virginal of lezzies or bi-girls. Without giving any sign of it, Jolene kept the white girl in her peripheral vision, and noted with satisfaction that the shop assistant was clearly moving around with only one aim in mind – and it wasn’t where the new dresses should go (for they were being almost randomly distributed), it was stealing peeks – ever longer and more blatant – at the ebony fuck-goddess in her tight hot pants and almost-indecent top. The young shop assistant seemed almost hypnotised by the prominent display of Jolene’s 34F cup breasts, whilst in response Jolene was getting turned on by the young blonde’s attention, and her own pussy was starting to feel itchy and seep dampness into the crotch of her panties.

Now it was time for Phase B of her plan. From a nearby rack, Jolene collected a dress which she had chosen earlier – it was a very short, bright red, party dress in a quite trashy style, strapless and with only limited bust coverage (which would be even more minimal on Jolene’s bulging pair), and with a bow-tied band just below the breasts to make them even more eye-catching. It was an item that Jolene actually wanted to buy, because if she wore it in the lesbian clubs, maybe combined with plastic white boots, she knew that she would score with any cunt she wanted to have, whether white or black. However, for now it had another – equally sexual – purpose.

Carrying the red dress on its hangar, Jolene picked up her bag and walked over to the service counter, where the young shop assistant was now standing, having accomplished the distribution of the new items. The magnificently curvaceous and charismatic black woman paused in front of the pretty blonde and casually rolled her shoulders to make her breasts rise and fall, noting with satisfaction the glazed look on the mesmerised girl’s face. The policy of the store was to have their staff dress in items from the latest range, and the shop assistant was attractively outfitted in a pre-faded blue denim jeans-style mini-skirt and a white camisole top with an elaborate ruffle front, both of which went very well with her long straight straw-blonde hair; her lightly tanned legs were bare, and below the skirt she was wearing only a pair of open-toed shoes with a khaki block sole. Apart from the ruffle effect, the camisole was made of thin cotton material, and Jolene noted with interest that the slender babe was wearing no bra beneath it – the points of her nipples were quite visible through the fabric, and indeed more so now than they had been only seconds before. The mature lesbian took this in whilst also glancing at the identity tag that was clipped rather precariously to the top edge of the camisole, which revealed that the shop assistant’s first name was Astrid, followed by something Scandinavian that ended in ‘strom’. Given her Nordic looks, this was not surprising – the city was in a part of northern mid-West where there had been substantial immigration from Norway and Sweden in the later nineteenth century, and with many families inter-marrying in subsequent generations, Scandinavian names and looks were still very common in the area.

Jolene gave Astrid a warm smile, which set the young blonde unconsciously to nibble at her lower lip with her teeth, and the handsome mature black woman lifted the red dress up and draped it skimpily across her own bust.

‘Hi there, I’d like to try this on – I think it’ll look good on me, don’t you think? Would you show me where the changing rooms are, please?’

Astrid swallowed, looking a little like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an onrushing juggernaut (which, of course, Jolene certainly was in the lesbian sense), and stuttered a reply:

‘Oh! … mmm … er … oh, yes … yes, it would! … umm, right … ma’am, yes … they’re just here, ma’am … this way, please …’

The shop assistant was a slender girl, nowhere near as well-endowed in the bust or ass as Jolene, but her pair of nicely perky B-cup breasts were matched by an attractive slim butt, which the mature black woman eyed acquisitively as she followed behind Astrid. The entrance to the changing room area was only a few steps from the service desk, which was placed so that it could monitor those going in and out. At this quiet time of the afternoon, as Jolene had expected, there was no one else using any of the half-dozen white-walled cubicles. The black woman selected the one furthest from the entrance, nodded to Astrid, and entered it. However, instead of closing the door behind her, Jolene casually – but very deliberately, for this was a key part of her plan – let it swing ajar behind her, as if she had not noticed that it was unlatched.

As she had hoped, the temptation that this offered was too much for Astrid to resist. In the three weeks since the young blonde had started working in the womenswear department, she had found herself increasingly drawn to checking out the figures and looks of the most attractive customers – especially the more mature ones. Astrid wasn’t quite sure what this signified, or rather she preferred not to follow that line of thought at all. She had always thought of herself as ‘normally’ bisexual: that is to say, mainly but not exclusively interested in guys. But in the last couple of years there had not been any particularly interesting guys, and in truth she hadn’t really been bothered to try and find them. She had never had any real experience with girls, only a fairly innocent kiss-and-cuddle friendship when she had been fifteen, but now it seemed that she was thinking about them and their bodies quite a lot! Oh, well, Astrid thought to herself unconvincingly, it was probably just a natural reaction to working in this job, with hot women constantly around you, preening and posing, dressing and undressing. This black woman was a case in point, with her big tits and jutting ass displayed in that provocatively skimpy figure-hugging outfit! She had fascinated Astrid from the moment that she had walked through a couple of days previously, and did so even more today, as she had wandered around chatting on her cell phone, quite oblivious to the shop assistant’s stares. Keen to see what the statuesque mature woman was wearing under that amazing bustier and those tight little shorts, and eager to see what her undressed body looked like, and the incompletely closed cubicle door drew Astrid like a moth to the flame.

The shop assistant checked her watch, and saw that it was a minute after the time that her break had been due to begin. A glance over her shoulder out into the store showed that Signe was making her way through the stands of clothes towards the service counter, so that was covered. Astrid quickly decided that she had the time and opportunity to satisfy her curious curiosity – just for a moment, she told herself, and then she would slip out when Signe wasn’t looking this way, and go for her break. Looking through the open side of the cubicle door would be too blatant, too easily spotted if the woman looked that way, so instead Astrid moved up close to the hinge side of the door, licking her lips, and peeked through the narrower gap there.

The young blonde nearly gave herself away with an audible gasp in reaction to what she saw. The black woman had removed her tiny shorts, revealing a skimpy thong beneath: it was scarlet-fronted with black trimmings, in a real ‘whorehouse’ style, and so brief that it covered almost none of the woman’s ass, with its black back section vanishing only a few inches below her waist into the crevasse between the ripe swell of her buttocks. As if that was not enough to rivet Astrid to the spot, the woman had folded down the top section of her bustier, to display the other half of the matching lingerie set: a half-cup bra, scarlet with black lace edgings, from which her large breasts were almost spilling out, and jiggling with every movement.

When Astrid had first looked through, Jolene had been standing in profile to her, holding the red dress on its hangar and looking at it. However, she now placed it on one of the hooks on the side wall, and turned with her back three-quarters towards the door (which relieved Astrid) to face the large mirror that took up the end of the cubicle. Jolene was quite certain that the cute young blonde was watching her; she had listened carefully, and there had been no sound of anyone walking away. In confirmation, Jolene took a quick glance in the mirror on the far wall, and smiled inwardly. The shop assistant was not very smart, or perhaps not thinking clearly, for her ankles and feet were clearly visible through the wide gap at the bottom of the cubicle door.

Jolene decided to up the stakes and give the pretty blonde a view worth having, one to warm up and wet her pussy. Posing as if she was examining her own body in the mirror, she ran her hands over her bust, cupping and fondling each of her breasts in turn, briefly scooping them completely out of the flimsy bra and then dropping them back in. Then she ran her hands down her stomach and shifted her stance to a more open posture, before rubbing her right hand over the crotch of her thong several times. Finally, she reached round behind to caress her butt, in the process turning back towards the mirror so that her ass was pointed straight at her voyeur, and she was rewarded with the faintest sound of a soft gasp from just outside cubicle.

The powerfully-built mature black lesbian smiled to herself – now was the moment to act, now was the time to take what she wanted!

With no warning at all, and with lightning speed, Jolene whirled on her heels, took two long strides to the door, yanked it wide open, and seized the astonished shop assistant by the arm. Jerking the white girl almost off her feet, Jolene dragged her into the cubicle, and slammed her back against the side wall. The capture had been so sudden and unexpected that Astrid had no chance to do anything more than give a frightened squawk, being violently pulled one way whilst her name-tag was dislodged from her top and went flying in the other direction, to land unheeded on the polished pinewood floor. With her left hand, Jolene quickly fastened the door on the inside, whilst her right hand went around the young woman’s throat, pinning the shocked and bewildered blonde to the wall. Jolene had long ago found this grip to be very effective, for it was ideal for muffling any protests or cries for help, and it established a rapid mastery – physical and psychological – whilst occupying only one hand, and so leaving the other free to strip away clothes, maul breasts, pull on tits, or spear up under a skirt and seize a vulnerable vulva.

Astrid gave a little frightened whimper, as she didn’t know what to say to her captor, who now stood very close to her – oh! so overwhelmingly, overpoweringly close! – with a furious expression on her face. Jolene glared intimidatingly at the slender white girl; the black woman’s anger was faked, of course, but her surging lust gave her voice convincing heat and a raw edge, as she snarled:

‘I saw you, you little bitch, don’t think I didn’t! – I saw you spying me on me, you cunt, watching me get undressed! I know what you are, you’re a lezzie, a dirty fucking lesbian!’

‘Oh, oh! No, no!!’ gasped Astrid, trying to shake her head in denial, though the woman’s grip around her neck prevented much movement. To her horror, the angry customer continued:

‘I’m gonna complain about you, sneaking and peeking’, Jolene hissed fiercely, ‘you lesbo cunt, I’ll see that you’re fired! I’ll speak to Ms. Beecher, she’s an old friend of mine, yeah! She’ll sack you, bitch, and with no references too!’

Astrid blanched as Jolene named the store’s austerely authoritarian deputy manager, who was a mature black woman of similar age. Jolene was not exactly bluffing – she had no intention of reporting Astrid, of course, but she did indeed know Ms. Beecher from their college days, and they still regularly met up and shared a few drinks, before sharing a double-ended dildo. Ms. Beecher only liked black pussy, so she would not be interested in this quaking blonde, but she had an amazing knack for seducing African-American high school girls and college cheerleaders, and would invite Jolene to her house to double-team them, as the pair of powerful dominants drilled the panting pretties in all of their holes and taught them obedience to their mature mistresses.

Of course, Astrid knew nothing of this, and she whimpered miserably as she realised just how foolish she had been, putting herself in danger of being dismissed. Jobs were very hard to come by for unqualified young women in these hard times, and she had been lucky to get this one – she didn’t dare lose it, that would be a catastrophe. She wailed in desperate supplication:

‘Oh, ma’am! Oh, no, please don’t … oh, please, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean anything! Please, please don’t .. don’t complain, please … I can’t lose my job, oh! please, I’ll do anything, please …’

That was exactly what the black pussy-hunter had been manoeuvring to hear – those three magic words of surrender: ‘I’ll do anything’. She made a pretence of seeming to relent a little, and was rewarded by a spark of hope in the frightened blonde’s eyes.

‘Oh, yeah? You will, huh? You will really?’

Clutching at this hope, Astrid nodded vigorously, and frantically gushed in reply:

‘Oh, I will, yes, I will! Anything! Anything, anything at all – just please don’t complain about me!’

Jolene gave her white victim a steely look, not showing a hint of the exultance she felt inside. She made a pretence of considering this vague offer, whilst keeping her hand around Astrid’s throat to pin the girl to the wall. Then she slowly nodded, as if reluctantly granting a great favour:

‘Well … I suppose, I could punish you myself, right here and now – I’ll teach you a lesson, bitch, and one you won’t forget!’

Jolene smiled secretly to herself: it would indeed be a lesson, a fast track course in becoming a lesbian submissive, and the blonde cunt would certainly never ever be the same afterwards. Astrid’s heart was fluttering in her chest, for all sorts of reasons, but she made herself swallow and express her thanks. However apprehensive she felt about the proposed ‘punishment’, being sacked would be much worse.

The black dyke kept her right hand around the white girl’s throat, ensuring her captivity, and ran her left across the pretty blonde’s upper chest, groping and squeezing her small firm breasts through the thin cotton of the ruffle and camisole. Astrid was still stunned by the turn of events, and she offered no resistance, although her eyes went wide and she gasped at the overtly sexual molestation. There was no bra to protect the shop assistant’s nipples, and Jolene pinched each of them briefly between her thumb and index finger, eliciting a whimpering moan from her young captive.

Certain that the slim blonde was too intimidated to struggle or attempt an escape, Jolene quickly changed her grip on the white woman’s throat to her left hand, and then roughly shoved her right hand up under Astrid’s denim mini-skirt and gripped her crotch. The young shop assistant squealed and quivered as her Venus mound was seized and squeezed in an iron grip, and then she squealed a second time as Jolene, dropping to squat on her haunches, ripped Astrid’s plain white bikini panties down to her ankles in one powerful muscular wrench, and then whisked them away to land in a corner of the cubicle.

The black dominatrix kept her grip at Astrid’s shoulder with her left hand, whilst two sharp slaps from her right hand to the blonde’s inner thighs gave the unmistakeable instruction to spread her legs open. Astrid unquestioningly hastened to comply, despite her astonishment and anxiety about where this was going – the black woman had accused her of being a lesbian, when she was obviously a dominant dyke and cunt-muncher herself! However, although the threat of a complaint may have receded, more dangerously the bitch had influence with Ms Beecher, and in any case she was just so awesome, so physically voluptuous and such a sexual dynamo, that Astrid hardly wanted to resist.

The white girl was very aware that as she parted her thighs, her denim skirt had ridden up above her hips, exposing her naked cunt to the lascivious gaze of the big-busted black bitch, whose face was level with her pussy and barely a foot away. Astrid leaned supinely against the wall behind her, an uncertain expression on her face, as butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she became aware of a damp warmth in her pussy. She looked downwards, and her arousal increased as she took in the amazing bird’s eye view of Jolene’s big breasts and the deep valley between them. As she watched, almost blank-faced, the mature black woman slid her right hand up Astrid’s inner thigh to her clean-shaven cunt, stroked her vulva, parted her outer labia with two of her long fingers, and began to rub up and down, and probe in between, sending hot and cold shivers coursing through the blonde’s body.

No one had touched Astrid in such a way before, as none of her handful of boyfriends had shown much interest in foreplay, or indeed in whether she had obtained any satisfaction at all from their intercourse. The blonde shop assistant began to moan softly, as Jolene’s expert touch aroused her erogenous zones, tickling apart her inner labia and poking into the tight cleft of her vagina. And then something truly amazing happened, something that Astrid had known unconsciously was bound to happen from the moment that the black lesbian had ripped off her panties. Spreading the white woman’s curling labia apart with two fingers, Jolene leaned forwards and placed her mouth over the shop assistant’s pussy, sucking the outer folds and ridges in between her teeth and nibbling on them, and then pressing down and stabbing her thick muscular tongue deep into Astrid’s slit.

Never before had any mouth come close to Astrid’s cunt, and so she had never experienced oral sex or cunnilingus. The effect on the inexperienced blonde was explosive, sending racking shudders through her slender frame, as her mouth hung open and her eyes bulged in shock. But even more powerful than surprise was the incredible sensations that convulsed her, as Jolene ate out her pussy with the sleek practised expertise of a woman who had feasted on hundreds of vaginas for more than twenty years. Astrid was now gasping and groaning, and without even thinking about it, she thrust her legs as wide apart as possible, to allow this Amazonian black dyke the best access with which to feast on her pussy for as long as possible.

‘Aaaaaahh! Oooaaaahhh! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck me – yes, yes, eat me, fuck me, fuck me – aagghh, aaaahhhhhh, yes!’

Aware that the young blonde was near to orgasm, Jolene moved her lips upwards and sucked on the tasty babe’s clitoris, whilst ramming two of her long fingers into the shop assistant’s vaginal passage, and then pumping then in and out with tremendous speed and force. Astrid was, quite literally, blown away – sex had never been anything like this before! She had not even dreamed that it COULD be anything like this! The sensations were unbelievable, so intensely erotic they were like fireworks bursting in her head. Oh, she thought, let this not stop, don’t stop … and then her climax exploded, ten times – no, she realised, a hundred, a thousand times! – better than any orgasm she had ever known, whether with a boyfriend’s cock or (as had been mostly the case this last year) her own fingers.

Jolene was fully attuned to the signals that the white girl’s body was broadcasting so loud and clear, and the mature black lesbian smiled with complete satisfaction as she released Astrid’s labia from between her lips, and then licked around the blonde’s clean-shaven cunt, savouring every drop of her pale pussy-juice. The dominant dyke knew for certain that she had just made a conquest, that she had utterly blown the girl apart sexually, and could now use her any way that she wanted. Jolene also knew well that the essential thing was to follow up that advantage, to keep the momentum and carry the girl so far down the road of lesbian submission that there would be no way that she could ever, ever come back.

First, the powerful and big-titted black woman rose to her feet and pressed against Astrid, sandwiching the young blonde’s body to the wall. Her hands pushed up under the camisole top and grabbed the girl’s breasts, massaging and mauling them, whilst her mouth latched onto Astrid’s, consuming her in a passionate French kiss. To her satisfaction, but not surprise, the pretty shop assistant responded vigorously and with no hesitation, twining their tongues together and even – very promisingly – trying to fondle Jolene’s heavy breasts as well.

After a long moment Jolene broke the kiss, and then leaned back slightly to undo the front buttons of Astrid’s camisole top and pull it off over her head. This was followed at once by reaching down, unsnubbing the button of the shop assistant’s jeans-style denim mini-skirt and pulling down its zip; the skirt quickly came open and tumbled down around her ankles, leaving the young woman completely naked apart from her shoes.

Jolene took Astrid by the hand, and the shop assistant stepped out of her fallen skirt and, without any resistance, followed mutely as she was bidden. The changing cubicle contained only one piece of furniture, a small bench with a padded seat, about three feet in length, on which customers could sit whilst taking their shoes on and off. It was normally placed neatly against the side wall, but Jolene hooked a foot around its nearest leg, and dragged it out into the middle of the cubicle. With a wordless gesture that was at once obeyed, she instructed the white woman to lie down along its length on her stomach, so that her cunt and ass were stuck out over one end, and her head at the other.

Jolene had previously placed her bag underneath the bench, and now it was revealed in easy arm’s reach. The capable black pussy-hunter had come well-equipped for just this moment, and the first item that she removed from the bag was a strong black leather belt, three inches in width. Straddling the prone shop assistant, Jolene quickly passed one end of the belt under the bench and then wrapped it across Astrid’s back at her waist, cinched it tight, and fastened the buckle. The blonde was now securely fixed to the bench, and Jolene continued the bondage more for its psychological and erotic effects than from real necessity. She took four short lengths of white cord from the bag, and in turn fastened Astrid’s wrists to the front two legs of the bench and her knees to the two back ones. The bag then disgorged a further item: a round red rubber ball-gag, which was shoved into Astrid’s mouth and tightened behind her head – this was not so much to prevent calls for help, but rather that to ensure that her orgasmic moans and shrieks did not attract unwelcome public attention.

After admiring the captive naked white bitch for a few seconds, Jolene walked round to the front of the bench where Astrid could see her. Slowly, tantalisingly, sexually, Jolene removed her bustier and then slid her panties down her legs, to end up standing in bold authority, legs braced apart and hands on her hips, naked apart from her silver strap stiletto shoes and her flimsy bra – her breasts were so big that some support was usually needed, as well as the fact that near-nudity was always more sexually arousing than complete nudity, for both the wearer and the beholder.

Astrid gazed up in mesmerised awe at the Amazonian figure of mature African-American womanhood that was standing in front of her, with massive breasts barely restrained by the gauzy lace cups of her skimpy bra, and her protuberant fleshy vulva displayed. Then the blonde’s eyes widened further still, for the black woman reached again into her bag, produced an intimidatingly long black plastic dildo in a black strap-on harness, pulled it up her meaty muscular thighs, and buckled it in place around her pelvis. Astrid could feel her own pussy gaping and almost drooling at this incredible sapphic sight, and she gave a shiver of anticipation as Jolene disappeared from view to walk round and kneel at her butt. Then there was the sudden hard demanding pressure of the dildo’s knob against her vaginal entrance – Jesus Christ, the thing was huge … no, impossibly so … aaahhh! oooh! yes … ah, yes, oh FUCK!!

The young blonde’s wails were completely muffled by the ball gag, as to her astonishment she found that Jolene had worked the whole length of the massive phallic rod into her, and it was now filling her to capacity – almost, it felt, to splitting point. Jolene began a steady rhythmic humping, withdrawing the dildo for about two-thirds of its length, and then with a powerful surge of her hips thrusting it back in right up to the strap-on’s faceplate.

Astrid’s awareness shrank to this small timeless bubble, in strange detachment from the world outside. She no longer cared about that or gave it any thought: all she wanted was to be taken and taken again by this powerful mature black woman, this incredible ebony fuck-machine – the white blonde now longed with cunt-gushing intensity to surrender herself utterly, to be used as a lesbian sex-slave.

Jolene was experienced enough to be able almost to pinpoint the precise second of sapphic surrender; at once she stepped up the face and force of her penetrations, as Astrid shuddered with every pussy-slamming impact. There was a sheen of sweat on both women’s faces, chests and backs, and Jolene was wearing a wild feral teeth-baring grin as she exultantly hammered the massive plastic cock into the cunt of the young white girl who was bound and captive beneath her.

The conquest of the pretty blonde bitchlet – whom she knew that she would now have at her submissive command, to be taken again and again – was so arousing that Jolene was actually the first to climax, without the need of any greater stimulation that the satisfaction of her dominant dyke lust and the hard slap of the inside of the strap-on’s faceplate against her pudenda as she drove home each ravaging insertion. The mature black lesbian released her grip on Astrid’s hips and almost tore open her own flimsy bra in her urgent need to maul her own breasts. Just as she seized and twisted her nipples, with the dildo buried full-length in the white woman, she came in a drenching bone-shaking and utterly satisfying orgasm – to be followed barely a second later by Astrid, who writhed convulsively in her tight bondage.

‘Ah, yeah’, thought Jolene, ‘I’ve nailed that white cunt well and good, yeah – fuckin’ good fuckin’, that is! Bitch is mine now, for sure … tasty little blondie, she’ll go down well with – or rather, on – ha, ha! – our group, yeah, she’ll soon learn her proper place is serving black pussies, and we’ll fuck her brains out, oh yeah!’

The imposing mature African-American reached an arm into her bag and produced a small white cotton towel, with which she quickly wiped her face, chest and back. Then she arose, sliding the dildo out of Astrid – which made the girl quiver again in near-orgasm – and used the towel to wipe the length of its shaft. Still wearing the harness, Jolene leaned against the wall of the cubicle for a moment, enjoying the view of the naked bound shop assistant, and making no move to release her from captivity. The dyke had accomplished her main objective, but her plan of campaign was not quite complete. Then her face creased into a wide smile, for it seemed she had timed it to perfection.

There were footsteps in the open space onto which the changing cubicles fronted, and a voice enquired questioningly, in a slightly petulant tone:

‘Astrid? Astrid! … where are you, girl? Signe said she saw you come in here – are you still here? Astrid?’

It was clearly the supervisor for this part of the store, the tall slender older short-haired blonde, who Jolene had noted earlier taking more than a casual interest in Astrid’s ass and in looking down Jolene’s jaw-dropping cleavage. Just then the black woman heard a muffled exclamation, as the supervisor stopped immediately outside the cubicle door, having spotted Astrid’s name-badge lying on the floor.

‘Perfect!’ thought Jolene, ‘I couldn’t have designed it better!’

Kneeling down to pick up the badge, the supervisor was taken completely by surprise when the cubicle door next to her was suddenly flung open and a powerful big-breasted black woman, almost naked apart from a bra and high heels and – Jesus! a fucking strap-on dildo!! – grabbed her by one arm and a handful of her short blonde hair, hauling her upright and pulling her into the cubicle. The supervisor was so astonished that she made no struggle, and her shock was redoubled by what she saw inside the little room, as the black woman closed and relatched the door with her left hand, whilst taking a choke hold at the stunned supervisor’s throat with her right. Almost oblivious to this, the older white blonde gazed down at the naked and bound body of the pretty new assistant in her department, who she had been lusting after herself, and who had clearly just been given a real hard fucking by the voluptuous black woman. The supervisor’s mouth hung open, and she could only stutter incoherently, her mind in a whirl and her pussy wetting in response to the sapphic scene before her.

Jolene gave the supervisor no opportunity to catch her breath or regroup her thoughts – with older and more experienced women in particular, it was essential to keep your target confused and off-balance. The black woman launched into a hissing tirade of pretence fury, this time claiming that Astrid had attempted to molest her in the cubicle whilst she was trying on the dress, that Jolene had confiscated the strap-on from the young assistant and then given it to Astrid instead, ‘to teach the bitch a lesson’, and then she repeated her threat to complain to Ms. Beecher, unless perhaps the supervisor could ‘make it up to her’.

As she said this, Jolene noted the name on the supervisor’s staff badge: Ms. Nadine Kolvskya, obviously of Polish descent – they were another large group in this city – which explained her stronger jaw and brown eyes. The black woman reinforced her message by groping the supervisor’s small firm pointy B-cup tits through her white shirt, and then getting a hand up the unresisting bitch’s khaki A-line skirt. As Jolene had expected, the gusset of the white woman’s panties was soggy with arousal, and the supervisor moaned in pleasure as Jolene pushed a finger into the camel-toe groove along her seeping slit, poking the cotton fabric an inch deep into her. Nadine’s nipples had hardened at once under Jolene’s rough mauling, and now the supervisor shifted her stance to open her thighs further to the black woman’s probing hand.

Nadine was 33 years old and a closet lesbian; that is, she had not come out to her work colleagues (with just one exception, another woman who was also a secret pussy-fucker) or her family, despite having been actively and solely lesbian since her college days. She lived in a small one-bedroom apartment, to which she regularly brought the lovers who she met in the lesbian bars and clubs or over the internet, for one-night stands. The supervisor had found her new young assistant highly attractive and had even considered breaking her lifelong rule of keeping work and pleasure apart, and making a pass at the hot little bitch, but had not yet summoned up the nerve to do so. Now it seemed someone else had broken Astrid in, but, still, this meant that the pretty blonde was definitely fuckable. And, as to the powerful dyke who had done it – Nadine moaned with desire, for it had always been one of her most erotic masturbatory fantasies to be dominated by big-titted black bitch, but it had never happened … until now! At once, she eagerly promised to do anything at all that the charismatic powerful African-American woman wanted – anything, anything at all!

‘Wait, no, please … yes, I’ll do anything you want – please, aaahh! oh, my cunt, ooohhh! … just wait a moment, please – oh, fuckit, ooohh, aaaahhhh … aaaggghhh!’ gasped Nadine, as Jolene worked her fingers inside the crotch of the woman’s panties and probed more firmly into her vagina. The supervisor pulled her phone out of its pouch at her belt, showed it to Jolene, and added: ‘Hold on, I’ll need to get some cover for our section, please?’

Jolene nodded her consent, and Nadine quickly dialled the internal number of her colleague who managed the lingerie and nightwear section – the one person here who knew of her sexual orientation: they had been friends and lesbian fuck-buddies for years, and knew each other’s tastes very well indeed, for they shared a lust for innocent-looking teenage and college girl pussy.

‘Marge? Hi, listen – can you get one of your girls to cover my section for a while? I need to have a private talk with Astrid, y’know, like with no interruptions … yeah … yeah, she’s all tied up at the moment, ha ha! … mmmm, yeah … Signe can again? sure, that’s great – thanks babe, I owe you one! Ciao!’

Nadine slipped the phone back into its pouch at her belt, and then undid this and dropped it to the side. Thoroughly aroused by the sight of the pretty nude girl and the mental image of her getting fucked by this amazing Amazonian African-American woman, she was eager to participate, and quickly undid the buttons of her shirt and unfastened her skirt. As the white woman stepped out of these, Jolene seized her bra cups and gave their contents a hard squeeze, making the supervisor gasp and almost buckle at the knees from the sexual charge that coursed through her body. Jolene unclasped the supervisor’s bra and let it fall, and then – partly from impatience, and partly to show her dominance, she seized the supervisor’s sky blue bikini panties at the front and literally tore them apart. Wide-eyed at this show of strength, Nadine gave a whimper of submission as the fragments of fabric fell at her feet. A second later, her unclasped bra followed them downwards, and now Nadine was in the same condition as her young assistant – stark naked, apart from her shoes.

Jolene pressed forwards, squashing Nadine’s nude body between her own firm flesh and the ungiving cubicle wall behind. At six foot in height, she had a couple of inches even on the tall slim supervisor, together with more weight in her full lush body and more strength in her muscular arms. Even if Nadine had fought to escape, it is unlikely that she could have done so, but no such thought crossed the white lesbian’s mind. Part of Jolene’s greater weight was already making an incredible impression on her – the black woman’s massive breasts were mashed against her own small cones, swamping them utterly with their rich dark expanse. Jolene leaned her face down to Nadine’s, and gave the Polish-American woman an electrifying thrill as she ran her tongue from left to right across the blonde woman’s lips. Nadine sighed and opened her mouth in further surrender, and at once Jolene pressed her lips against it and thrust in her tongue, in a long deep and arousing French kiss.

Confident of having established the upper hand, Jolene used her lower hand to devastating effect. She slipped her right hand back between the supervisor’s legs, found the opening at the lower end of her cunt, and then rammed in two fingers, side by side, for their full length, before starting to pump them in and out of the white woman’s loose and sloppy slit. Under this assault, Nadine broke from the kiss for a second, her head going back and a deep groan bursting from her throat. Jolene used her left hand to deliver a warning, pinching Nadine’s right nipple, and then – as the blonde gasped from the brief jab of pain – forced her tongue back into the supervisor’s mouth. Jolene’s finger-fucking was merciless, and after only about thirty seconds, Nadine’s eyes bulged, her legs shook, her torso trembled, and she was riven by an earthquake of an orgasm – better than any she had had in the last five years for sure, maybe ten … maybe even since her first times with an older college professor, nearly fifteen years ago.

As the supervisor gasped for breath, Jolene twirled her round to face the wall. A quick dip into the black woman’s capacious bag produced another goodie – this time it was a pair of handcuffs, which Jolene clamped on after pulling the supervisor’s arms together behind her back. Then, keeping a firm, and rather painful, grip on the supervisor’s short blonde hair, she led Nadine over to where Astrid was strapped to the bench seat. The older woman was crisply instructed to lie down on top of the younger blonde, in the same direction, with her chin resting on the back of Astrid’s head and her ass and cunt sticking out just above those of the shop assistant. Being about five inches taller, Nadine was able to straddle across Astrid’s captive body and arch her legs over those of her assistant, which had the effect of spreading the supervisor’s vagina and ass even more vulnerably wide open. Jolene then produced three more lengths of bondage rope, using two short pieces to tie the supervisor’s ankles to those of her younger colleague, and then she passed a much longer rope three times across Nadine’s back and around under the bench, strapping the two white bitches tightly together into a very fuckable femme sandwich.

During all this, looking over her shoulder, Astrid had watched in disbelief the stripping and finger-fucking of her immediate boss, and was blown away by Nadine’s evident lesbianism and her swift submission to the black dyke’s desires. The young blonde almost thought that she might be dreaming all of this (if so, what a dream, wow!), and if she had been able to move a hand, she would have pinched herself to be sure – but the throbbing ache in her stretched and ravaged cunt was proof enough that indeed this was for real. She admired the sexy slender shape of Nadine’s naked form – her supervisor might be more than a decade older, but she was slim and clearly worked out regularly at the gym, for there was no sign of flab or sag anywhere, and her breasts, which of similar size to Astrid’s, looked firm. As her supervisor bent over, Astrid shivered in arousal at the feel of the lithe older woman’s naked body lying down on top of her own, with Nadine’s hard erect nipples pressing into her shoulder-blades, her firm stomach resting warmly just above Astrid’s butt, and her panting breath on the young blonde’s neck.

Jolene dropped to her knees behind the delectable sight of the two white women’s matching wide open cunts and butts, and she began by lapping her tongue into their slits and tasting the flavour of their oozing pussy-juice. Whilst she licked one pussy, she used two fingers of her right hand to tease and rub and flick the other, alternating back and forth between them. The two white women moaned softly (Astrid being muffled by her gag, but still audible) at this tantalising treatment, knowing that it was only the preliminary.

After a couple of moments, Jolene rose to a squatting position, and brought her strap-on dildo into play, with devastating effect. Her technique was simple but sure: she thrust the plastic phallus deep into Astrid’s cunt, withdrew it, rammed it into Nadine’s vagina for its full length, pulled it back out, and then started the sequence once again with Astrid. However, as both of the subjugated white women became more wet and open, alternating the fucks became too slow a process. Jolene reached into her bag for one more weapon from her arsenal: a bulky ribbed vibrator, which she switched on and shoved into Astrid’s pussy-hole until only the control button was protruding. This allowed the powerful African-American bitch to concentrate on breaking-in the older of the white women; whilst Astrid jerked and gasped beneath her boss, Jolene began a pounding pistoning of the supervisor’s slit, faster and harder than any before, until Nadine climaxed with a series of harsh nasal grunts. This revealed that the older blonde was a squirter, and of a surprising amount. As Nadine came, a fountain of cum-juice sprayed across Astrid’s buttocks and into the cleft between them, trickling down over her ass-hole and the base of her cunt, and giving her a lesbian baptism.

Jolene had judged both the pace of her fucking and the setting on the vibrator well. The quakes and shudders made by Nadine as she came were transmitted directly downwards into Astrid’s pelvis, and they combined with the insistent rasping of the vibrator in her pussy. Rendered mute by the ball-gag, Astrid violently tossed her head from side to side, her lovely long blonde hair flying in every direction. However, her only road to release was to keep going, to let things take their course – and, sure enough, only seconds later, that is what happened, as the young shop assistant trembled in another mind-blowing climax.

Jolene smiled, though with a slight tinge of regret, as her campaign of conquest was nearly complete, and it had been a tremendous turn-on. Still, she wasn’t quite finished yet! Sliding the cum-coated vibrator out of Astrid’s pussy, she then touched its throbbing tip to the tight sphincter of her supervisor’s anal hole. Nadine’s eyes bulged and her mouth opened – but before she could plead for mercy, Jolene rammed the wad of Astrid’s damp and fragrant discarded panties in between her teeth. With a menacing hiss, the intimidating black dyke declared:

‘I don’t wanna hear your mewling, you soft slutty white cunt! Chew on that, bitch! From now on, you’re gonna take it where I wanna give it t’ya, and I don’ fuckin’ care whether ya like it or not, y’hear?’

Nadine’s last shreds of willpower to resist evaporated as swiftly as a summer shower on a noonday sidewalk. In fact, she found being treated in this humiliating way, being used as a sex-object almost against her will by a dominant black woman, to be the most explosively erotic experience that had ever happened to her. Somehow, the fact that she had always disliked, and had almost entirely avoided, anal sex actually made it all the more intense – for her surrender to this was absolute, it was unconditional surrender into sapphic submission and sex-slavery to her new mistress.

The slim body of the mature white supervisor shuddered convulsively as Jolene drilled the humming vibrator into her anus, forcing open her tightly-puckered asshole. Nadine gave short panting snorts for breath through her nostrils (for she obeyed orders, and kept Astrid’s so-wonderfully flavoured soiled panties in her mouth), and screwed her eyes tight shut. The violation of her rectum was searingly painful for a moment, and then it became more stimulating as the battery-powered plastic pole jiggered away inside her ass. Sweat sheened the face, back and butt of the shop supervisor, as the violating vibrator did its deadly work.

Nadine’s was not the only asshole to receive an education from the ebony-skinned dyke. The older woman felt Astrid’s body underneath give a wild frantic jerk, thrash for a moment in impotent struggle, and go rigid as a board. Although she could see nothing that was going on at the other end, she instantly made the correct deduction. Without giving the poor young girl any warning, Jolene had rammed the strap-on into her asshole, taking her rectal cherry and introducing her to anal sex by means of bondage and rape – an experience that Nadine also correctly suspected that Astrid would be repeating many, many times in her long future life of sapphic submission.

Astrid’s high-pitched wail into her gag – really more of a scream – was effectively muffled so that it was quite inaudible outside the cubicle, but there was just enough sound to thrill Jolene as she withdrew the dildo from the white girl’s peachy rump – and thrust it back in, even harder and deeper. Astrid convulsed again, and then went limp, like a puppet whose strings have been slashed. The blonde shop-assistant lolled in completely broken surrender, with incredible sensations battering through her from her abused ass, until a pyrotechnic orgasm exploded in her brain.

With her much greater sexual experience – and despite her relative anal inexperience – Nadine had not yet been forced to climax by the pulsing vibrator in her butt-hole. Seeing this, the black lesbian maestro withdrew the strap-on dildo from Astrid’s violated young anus, and slammed into Nadine’s vagina, which was still hanging gaping and invitingly open, and coated with the slick remains of her previous squirting orgasm. Jolene pivoted her hips and delivered a hard slamming thrust deep into the older woman, and the effect of the double-penetration – which was actually a first for Nadine – was literally climactic. The mature supervisor’s eyes bulged, her mouth gaped open, drooling saliva and almost letting Astrid’s panties fall out, and her thin frame quivered in over-loaded ecstasy. The older woman had literally never known anything like it – it was terrifying, it was painful, it was shocking, it was astounding, it was thrilling, and it was sublime.

Looking down at the prone and exhausted naked bodies of the two white women that she had just fucked almost to the point of oblivion, Jolene purred with satisfaction. These bitches had been well and truly taken, transported to a sexual destination from which they would never return. In the older woman’s case, she was clearly already a lesbian – but now she had learned her proper place in the order of things, to be the sexual toy for use or abuse by any black woman that wanted her rangy blonde body. As for the young bitch, she would be a submissive sex-slave from now on, and Jolene and her friends would make sure that her journey down that path would be swift and absolute.

Jolene untied the rope which bound the two shop employees together, and then the other cords that fastened their arms and legs. She removed Astrid’s gag as well, leaving the young blonde gasping like a landed fish. Neither of the white females made any move to rise, as Jolene removed the strap-on harness from around her waist and gave a quick wipe of the projecting plastic phallus. Then the big-busted dyke reached down and gave a resounding smack to the upthrust butt of the supervisor, and ordered her to stand up. Shakily, her knees feeling like jelly and her stomach churning in acrid excitement, Nadine clambered to her feet, whilst Astrid remained flopped out on the bench.

The busty black woman ran a hand appreciatively over the small but firm pointy breasts of the shop supervisor, as Nadine stood quietly like a horse whose trainer is assessing its readiness for a ride – or perhaps for market. Jolene gave the lithe white lesbian an approving kiss on the lips, and then thrilled the woman by instructing to don on the strap-on cock and fuck the blonde girl – something that Nadine had been longing to do since the pretty babe’s first day at work.

As the supervisor eagerly stepped into the harness, Jolene administered two sharp smacks to Astrid’s butt, one on each cheek.

‘Roll over, you fuckin’ lezzie slut! Get on your back, spread yourself, and get ready to take it like the lesbo bitch you are, you slutty cunt!’

Astrid whimpered, for she really didn’t think she could take any more, but already she knew better than to disobey. With an effort, she shifted around to lie on her back on the bench, with her head at the top and her pussy at the other end, wide open and accessible as her legs had to be spread apart in order to be braced on the floor. Her eyes widened as she saw her supervisor was strapping the last buckles of the dildo’s harness into place, whilst looking down at her with hot gleaming lust in her eyes.

Nadine had learned lessons too, and once she was ready she turned to the statuesque black woman and bowed her head in mute homage, eyes cast respectfully down at the floor, and waiting for permission before carrying out her orders. Jolene was pleased at this rapid progress, and whilst nodding her consent, she hefted her heavy breasts, one in each hand, and proffered them to the thirty-something blonde.

‘Oh, thank you, mistress!’ breathed Nadine, as she bent to take each nipple briefly into her mouth, doing reverence by licking around the aureole and then sucking on the tit.

The white supervisor then knelt down at the end of the bench, between Astrid’s parted thighs. She took a moment to savour some foreplay, massaging her hands up and down the young woman’s inner thighs, over and across her stomach, and then to cup and squeeze her breasts. At this point, Nadine bent forwards and paid oral tribute to this sweet pair of mammaries – but harder and firmer than she had with her conqueror, this time nipping with her teeth on the nipples as well as sucking them.

Astrid began to twitch and moan and mumble, and Nadine divined that the girl was sufficiently aroused and ready to be taken. Oh, how the mature supervisor had longed for this moment! – and now it had been suddenly gifted to her, thanks to this stunningly sexual black goddess! She rose part-way onto her haunches, gripped the shop assistant’s thighs in order to brace her position, lined up the dildo like a torpedo on its target, and then swung forwards, spearing into Astrid’s pussy in one smooth deep stroke. The pretty girl gave a wonderful shiver and gasp beneath her, and her pelvis began to thrust backwards in time to Nadine’s penetrations. Astrid began to babble between her shallow pants for breath, and all of her words were pleas to be taken, to be dildo-shafted and lesbo-fucked for ever and ever more. Nadine was more than happy to oblige, and she increased the pace and power of her penetrations, until Astrid’s groans turned to deep harsh grunts, her pleas became reduced to the sobbing reiteration of ‘fuckme!’ over and over, her back arched, and she spasmed in orgasm.

During this, whilst the two white women were intensely absorbed in their lustful lesbian love-making, Jolene had not only quietly got dressed, but she had also used her cell phone to take a series of pictures of the supervisor fucking her assistant – in what was clearly consensual sex, with no restraints in sight – and had transmitted copies of them securely to her home email address.

As Astrid came under Nadine’s strap-on shafting, the mature supervisor climaxed as well, her mind in an incredulous whirl of erotic excitement from having fulfilled two of her fantasies at once: dildoing a young blonde employee, and getting taken forcibly herself by a powerful big-busted black bitch.

Jolene gave a rich satisfied laugh, and the pair of cream-skinned blondes turned to see their ebony conqueror smiling like a cat who has caught her mice. The statuesque African-American waved her phone at them, and informed them that she now had all the pictures that would be needed to get both of them fired for fucking instead of working, and that if they wanted to keep their jobs they had both better do exactly as she ordered from now on. Today was Friday, continued their new owner; on the next afternoon, they must wait outside the store when it closed, wearing pretty feminine dresses and their hottest lingerie, and Jolene would pick them up in her car, for an evening and night of submissive sexual service to herself and some of her circle of African-American friends and lovers. The black woman calmly informed the two stunned – but deeply aroused – white women that they would be in use until Sunday afternoon, and therefore they must make whatever excuses they wanted to families or friends, in order to be available until then.

‘Do you understand, sluts? Your cunts are mine now, and dontcha ever forget it!’ ended the authoritative African-American.

With the alacrity of true submissiveness, both Astrid and Nadine quickly nodded their assent.

‘Good! Yeah, we’re gonna fuck you white pussies right out of your skins, you’d better believe it, you pussy-sluts!’ concluded Jolene.

With an imperious gesture of her fingers, she ordered Nadine to stand up, remove the strap-on and return it to her, whilst a firm negative nod at Astrid kept the pretty young blonde in her place – for which the girl was glad, for she had come so many times that she was not sure that her limbs had either the strength or the co-ordination necessary for her to arise.

Receiving the warm and well-used dildo, Jolene wrapped it in the small towel and placed that on top of the other items in her bag, which she then zipped closed. Blowing an ironic kiss to her two conquests, the big-titted black woman coolly collected the red dress from where it was hanging on the wall, exited the cubicle and closed the door behind her. With a satisfyingly warm feeling tingling between her legs, the charismatic Amazon sauntered over to the cash desk, where she musingly eyed the tightly-stretched white shirt worn by the assistant on duty – Signe, that was the name, she recalled – a well-curved young woman and another Scandinavian-looking blue-eyed blonde (really, the profusion of these pretty white bitches was why Jolene loved living in this city!). Signe was stealing little fleeting glimpses at Jolene’s bustier from under her lashes; hmm, thought the majestic mature black woman, letting her hand linger for a moment longer than necessary on the girl’s slender wrist as she took the receipt, and noting the tell-tale signs of a flush on the babe’s cheeks and a sudden pointy projection of her nipples, I must come back next week and find out which part of the store she normally works in, for that would make it a pussy-hunter’s dream – a hat-trick of blonde cunts.

Meanwhile, back in the cubicle, Nadine gazed down at the supine figure of Astrid, who stared back up at her in open-mouthed wonder – wonder at the turn her own sexual life had suddenly, and she knew irrevocably, taken, and wonder at the thrilling sight of her austerely elegant and slender supervisor revealed as a voracious lesbian. Really, thought the aroused older woman, this is just too good to stop now – that little slut Signe can look after everything out there for a while longer, as I’m sure Marge will have given her very firm orders (and I suspect the hot little cow takes all sorts of firm orders from Marge, here and after work, certainly Marge has been hinting as much!).

The lust-filled supervisor ran her tongue over her lips, still tasting the heady flavour of the black woman’s orgasmic juices that had sprayed across her mouth and cheeks at the start of this sexual marathon – or, at least, she corrected herself, at the start of her own induction into the arena of lesbian lust that the little white-walled changing cubicle had become. Wagging a finger at Astrid in clear instruction to remain where she was, Nadine stepped across to straddle the bench, facing down towards Astrid’s legs. Slowly, savouring the moment, she lowered her cunt onto the employee’s face, and was rewarded by the sensation of Astrid’s eager questing tongue lapping at her pussy as soon as it came within reach. With a contented sigh, Nadine folded over at the waist and brought her own mouth down onto Astrid’s vulva, in the classic 69 position.

Nadine took great pleasure from the sight, scent and texture of Astrid’s sweet young pussy, exploring its soft intricate folds, like the petals of a pale orchid. Shivers of pleasure ran through the pretty young babe as the experienced lesbian dexterously used her fingers to ease the girl’s labia apart, and then to massage gently up and down at the sides of her slit, squeezing softly but firmly. Nadine’s capable lips and tongue teased around the intricacies of Astrid’s vulva, finding erogenous zones the petite blonde had never even suspected existed. The older woman sucked the girl’s projecting labial lips into her mouth, massaging them with her agile tongue and then nibbling on them with her sharp teeth. With each nip, Astrid gave a little mewling gasp which was muffled by the fact that her own face was pressed up again her supervisor’s broad crotch, and her tongue was pressed into the soft sticky slit that divided it vertically.

Nadine’s cunnilingus stimulated her young pupil into greater arousal and application, and Astrid applied herself with renewed enthusiasm and determination – though little of either science or subtlety. She wrapped her arms around her supervisor’s slim waist and hips, pressing the older woman’s firm body down against her own, whilst she thrust her whole face into the gap between the woman’s legs, squirming her nose against the base of Nadine’s Venus mound, thrusting her tongue into the woman’s meaty fragrant pussy, and lashing it around as far and fast and firm as she could manage.

For a while, there was nothing but the faint sounds of sapphic satisfaction, as each woman avidly licked the other’s slit, squirming and thrusting their tongues into the warm wet crevasse as deeply as they could. Not surprisingly, it was the young novice who came first, in a long slow and deeply satisfying sequence of orgasms. Nadine was pleased to see that this did not diminish Astrid’s enthusiasm for cunt-munching, and the girl continued to suck her supervisor’s slit with industrious vigour until, about thirty seconds later, the young blonde was rewarded with a second squirting shower of pussy-juice from the older woman’s climax, which fountained over Astrid’s face as she eagerly lapped up as much of the fluid as she could.

Astrid was near to exhaustion, but buoyed up by utter exhilaration. All of her confusions had gone: she knew what she was now, and how amazingly good it could be – and now she had an experienced pair of older and incredibly hot women to show her the way, to take and use her: a mistress (for Jolene’s authority was absolute over them both, and in truth no blackmail was necessary for this), and a mentor. It was the final and overwhelming proof of what Astrid had been suspecting for some time: that she was not really bisexual, but in fact entirely lesbian. This is what had got her into this trouble in the first place – she had realised that she was checking out and getting turned on by all the sexy mature women who came into the store.

Slipping back into her work uniform, Nadine broke into Astrid’s reverie:

‘Well, honey, we’d better be ready for the black bitch on Saturday, and do whatever she wants – her and her friends, and I’ll bet they’re just as fuckin’ hot black dykes as she is! Meantime, you’re gonna come home with me tonight – when we close, you wait a bit further down the street from the staff car park, and no one will see that I’m picking you up, ha ha! I’ll really give you a going over tonight, and then you’ll be ready to take that bitch’s strap-on when I’m done with fucking you!’

Astrid swallowed and looked wide-eyed at her supervisor, but her nipples were already stiffening into hard erectness and she could feel the flush of heat between her legs at the prospect.

‘Oh, yes – thank you, Ms. Kolvskya, thank you! I would like that, really I would – anything you say, anything you want, Ms. Kolvskya, I’ll do, just teach me, show me – just fuck me!’

Smiling, the older woman reached out and tweaked the girl’s right nipple between a thumb and forefinger.

‘My dear, when we are alone – at my apartment, of course, but here too – you can call me Nadine. And, I think we had better get used to calling her’ – at this point, the supervisor nodded at the door through which Jolene had departed – ‘Mistress, and make ourselves ready for anything that she requires!’

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Enslaved twin sisters get their first tastes of each other’s pussies.

Author’s note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual naivety of the main characters. Also this story also features themes of rape, slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you do not like such stories STOP reading now. Also don’t fill up the comments section with posts about how sick the individuals in the story are or about the people who read or write this style of story. For those looking to take some enjoyment out this tale enjoy yourselves.

Also due the story line the names of characters have been changed. To help the reader from being confused by these changes here is a listing of the changes.

Molly is now Brothel Whore 3567-A

Megan is now Brothel Whore 3567-B

Unnamed twin # 1 is now Brothel Whore 3569-A

Unnamed twin #2 is now Brothel Whore 3569-B

The stepmother Shannon is now Mistress 3567

Chapter Three

Sisters become lovers

As her training began to progress Brothel Whore 3567-B had learned the truth about how they had come to be captured. It seams the organization had selected the sisters for enslavement after seeing their social media posts. They then sent in Slave Mistress number 3567 to seduce their father after seeing some of their posts about wishing he’d find someone.

Mistress 3567 had been quite effective in her task by not only getting him to marry her but even getting him to make her the sole beneficiary in his will. On top of that she was given control of the twins collage funds. Once the mistress had complete control of their father’s money and their own it was a simple matter for the organization to arrange the accident that took their father’s life. With him out of the way Mistress 3567 had a clear path for turning all of this money over to the organization and most importantly the two of them as well. Even moving for the new jobs was arranged to cover up the sister’s disappearance.

Upon finding this out any hope Brothel Whore 3567-B had of getting free was destroyed. After all not only was her father gone but so was every dime he had. Even if she could escape from where ever the hell she was she would have nothing to go back to anyway. Granted if this organization was what she feared then any chance of escape was impossible.

Though to be honest she still had doubts about how powerful the organization was but just the number of the other slaves she’d seen so far worried her. After all how could so many girls just disappear and not be noticed and mind you several cases where whole families like the case of the other twins. Them and their single mother had been enslaved along with several other single mothers and their daughters. Disappearances like that should have been noticed but somehow they can kidnap whole families and turn them into sex slaves without any fear of discovery whatsoever.

These were still secondary concerns for both her and her sister with the passing of each day they’d been subjected to humiliation after humiliation during the course of their training. The first humiliation came that first day of their training as sex slaves. After the main rules and many of the various sex acts they would be performing were explained Mistress 3567 then explained the special rules that applied just to the two sets of twins.

The first wasn’t that bad even if it was a bit awkward when she thought about. When they spoke both sisters had to speak in unison. That would take some doing to be able to say the exact same thing at the exact same time but given the choice of mastering this and feeling the whip the choice was simple.

The second unique rule they considered the worst at first but they would reconsider jumping to that conclusion later. Each set of twins would always work as a team the pleasure their superiors. Now giving a double blow job wasn’t that bad but when they were told about what a rim job was they all cringed at the thought. Especially when they were told that while one sister’s mouth was occupied with a cock or pussy then the other sister’s mouth should be working on pleasuring the ass hole. Naturally this put the task of having to lick and suck on testicles in prospective.

Granted all the slaves were to be trained to give rim jobs so technically this wasn’t any thing that special for them. Still until the worst of their special duties was explained they felt it was the most humiliating. The shivers were still going through them when the worst of the bombs was dropped on them. This duty would change the way they all looked at their sisters for the rest of their lives and the one duty they would find themselves performing almost immediately after they were told about it.

The final exclusive duty they would have was to engage in lesbian acts with their sisters. Mind you not just occasionally but they were to pleasure each other at least twice a day. Once during their morning shower and once at night before they went to sleep. Farther more during their showers they were expected to wash their sister and vise versa. Then at night they were expected to hold their sister in a lover’s embrace as they slept.

Brothel Whore 3567-B had already experienced the receiving of pleasure from another girl the same as the others and had technically already engaged in incestuous lesbian sex with Mistress 5367. Still the thought about having to have sex with her sister was unacceptable and by the looks of horror on the faces of Brothel Whore 3567-A, 3569-A, and 3569-B they were having the same feelings about the thought of having sex with a sibling one day.

Numerous thoughts and questions about having to perform such an act were freely flowing through their minds but probably the most important one hadn’t even dawned on any of them yet. When this one was brought to the forefront they would have their horror reach new heights. However they would also learn that they would still be performing these acts as well as any others regardless of how they felt when they were ordered to eat out their sisters.

When the order of Mistress 3567 was met by four looks of shock she responded by activating the girls’ shock collars. Instantly the four twins were rolling around on the floor writhing in agony. Mistress 3567 stepped the shocks momentarily to allow the sisters to recover. Though once she felt they had recovered Mistress 3567 turned the collars back on at the next level filling the room with their screams as their thrashing bodies danced along the floor during the five second burst of electricity. Satisfied that they were thoroughly motivated now Mistress 3567 gave them a moment to recover before ordering them to proceed.

“Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3569-B on your backs with your legs spread. Brothel Whores 3567-B and 3569-A while facing your sisters’ feet you will straddle your sister’s faces as you cover their faces with your pussies. Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3569-B once your sisters’ pussies are over your mouths you WILL start eating them out. Brothel Whores 3567-B and 3569-A once you each feel your sister’s tongues you will lower your faces to your sisters’ pussies and get to work yourselves.”

It was long before the four whimpering slaves were in position and the sound the sound of their oral attentions towards their sisters could be heard amongst their whimpers and sobbing. Mistress 3567 had to admire how things were progressing when she heard their vibrators turn on and the sound of their moaning began to covering up the other sounds.

Mistress 3567 had to admit the sight of twin sisters engaging in a lesbian embrace was highly arousing so she was in no mood to complain when the man bent her forward and she felt his cock rammed up her ass. Soon new sounds of flesh slapping flesh along with their grunts had began to mix with the moaning that was coming from the sisters. As the man pounded away at her ass his asked her the following in a whisper.

“Which one of the sisters did she think would come first?”

Considering how easy it was to get Brothel Whore 3567-B to eat her out she initially would have thought her but given the way she had eaten her out Mistress 3567 had to say Brothel Whore 3567-A due to the fact her sister’s talented mouth and tongue was being focused on her little cunt as they spoke. Still the four of them were still not far enough along in their training yet to make any predictions yet. Plus Mistress 3567 wasn’t secure enough in her position within the organization for her to chance making a wrong prediction yet. After all it wasn’t that big of a stretch for them to double cross her and back out of making her a Permanent Mistress within the organization since she’d already given them what they really wanted the sisters. Hell she was still a slave within the organization the same as the twins and by the fact even the mistresses and madams were only allowed numbers for identification instead of names told her that instead of being Mistress number 3567 she could be made into a worse type of slave easy enough.

What was happening to Mistress 3567 wasn’t going unnoticed by the sisters. Brothel Whore 3567-B had caught sight of what her mistress was doing and to her discomfort it only added to the sexual stimulus she was feeling. Strangely she was more turned on by what 3567-A was doing to her pussy than by what she saw Mistress 3567 doing and soon lost interest to focus solely on her own task.

Once she had started Brothel Whore 3567-B found she actually wanted to give her sister a orgasm and increased her efforts. At first she thought it was out of fear but as the pleasure she was feeling from her sister increased it became more out of gratitude to her. This sudden intensification of Brothel Whore 3567-B on the pussy of Brothel Whore 3567-A made her intensify her own efforts as she licked her sister’s pussy.

Neither of them knew which one reached climax first but before the sisters knew it they were both in the throws of intense orgasms. Strangely they both seamed to decide at almost the same time to continue to lick each other’s pussies as soon as they calmed down some. Once they started back up they found that the sensations they were feeling were even more intense and found themselves on the edge of an even more massive orgasm.

As Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3567-B became oblivious to everything around them they failed to notice when Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B brought each other to orgasm but their example wasn’t lost on the sisters. As soon as they were able Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B were eating each other out again. Soon the number of orgasms the sisters had began to blur into a massive orgasmic daze that left both sets of twins covered in her sister’s vaginal fluids.

Mistress 3567 had been watching the incestuous spectacle while being sodomized and felt pride in how easy it was to accomplish. Granted once she saw how Brothel Whore 3567-B became oblivious to everything but eating her out she had suspected that all she would require was a push. Still how quickly the others had progressed was sure to reflect well for her within the organization.

So satisfied with how they were progressing that even after the tattoo master had deposited his load in her bowels Mistress 3567 allowed the sisters to continue. Even if they had a bunch of other slaves to process after this turn of events she was certain the delay would be forgiven. Besides the torment of these four were different then what was required for the others anyway. After all they could just focus on the hair removal piercings and tattooing of those slaves and not have to worry about subjecting them to forced orgasms after all.

Still they had other slaves to take care of and she finally decided to break this up. Of course that was easier said than done but a quick shock from their collars had all four of the sisters kneeling in the presentation position before her in no time. The four of their were a definite mess at this point especially considering the fact this little spectacle had shown that both Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3567-B were squirters and had coated each other during the course of their orgasms.

Brothel Whore 3567-B was on the verge of passing out by the time Mistress 3567 had stopped them and by the look of her sister and Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B were in the same shape. She should of felt such shame for what she had just done but Brothel Whore 3567-B strangely couldn’t wait to have sex with her sister again. This desire had also temporary pushed aside any fears about what they had planned for them.

These fears wouldn’t stay pushed aside for long when leashes were hooked to their collars and they were forced to crawl in front of Mistress 3567 out of the room. Once they reached their destination they knew full well what was planned. Sitting along the wall was a line of toilets. Then there was the gym style showers but their destination wasn’t the showers.

As they crawled towards the toilets they all knew they couldn’t resist despite how much they wanted to. Soon all four of them were squatting over a toilet with Mistress 3567 pacing back and forth in front of them tapping her left hand with the riding crop. After crying so hard already they didn’t think they’d be even harder but when the command to pee came their shame and humiliation reached new heights as they emptied their bladders. But this humiliation paled in comparison to what was coming next for them when the command to shit came.

Brothel Whore 3567-B was still recovering from the humiliation of taking a shit in front of everyone as she washed down her sister’s body. Though from they way her sister was shaking she could tell that she was having the same issues at the moment. Brothel Whore 3567-B wanted nothing more than to take her sister into her arms and hold her so they could both cry out their shame but the orders Mistress 3567 gave the four of them before leaving them to shower were explicit.

They had just flushed the toilets when their collars, shackles, and even the vibrators were removed after they were shown around the room. After their collars and vibrators were placed on chargers they were ordered to shower of course that was after Mistress 3567 reminded them of the rules. Once they were under the shower heads Mistress 3567 ordered them to clean each other up then to use the make-up stations at the other end of the room to make themselves presentable. Then before she left them locked in the room Mistress 3567 ordered them to be done with these tasks and to be kneeling in the presentation position in front of the door when she came back.

There was a temptation with their collars off to defy their captors but after the four of them talked about it they reluctantly decided to obey their orders. Whore 3567-B thought it would have been awkward to wash her sister down as the four sisters proceeded to take their group shower. Though after everything else the four of them had already experienced so far they were used to this level of intimacy between each other.

Strangely here they were having such an intimate moment and outside of their own sisters they didn’t know anything about each other outside of they were all kidnapped sex slaves. Deciding that it was only a matter of time before they were ordered to have sex together they should know how they they ended up there. While her sister was still to out of it to tell their story so Brothel Whore 3567-B told what she knew.

When she was finished Brothel Whore 3569-A told how they had ended up as slaves. They were living with their single mother when their mother started dating this new guy. He seamed like a nice guy and they were happy for their mother but something didn’t seem right about him. Still since their mother was happy they ignored these feelings until it was to late.

Then one day he invited all of them to go on vacation with him. It had been years since they had been on a trip and the twins were getting ready to go to college so their mother jumped at the opportunity. However as soon as they were out of town they passed out only to wake up in those cages. They began to cry in each other’s arms as they thought about watching their mother being raped and then they told the others of their fear of not seeing her again.

As they finished their tales and showers they weren’t that willing for what they knew was expected of them next. That was until Brothel Whore 3567-A spotted the cameras and reminded them what happened last time they hesitated. So the four of them quickly assumed the same positions they were in the last time they pleasured their sisters. Being more experienced and without the mistress there they quickly guided each of their sisters giving them a nice orgasm and quickly moved to dry their sisters.

Grabbing towels they had almost started to dry themselves. However they had thought about how they had been already ordered to talk as one then to wash their sisters and decided to continue that pattern when it came to drying off as well as doing their hair and makeup. Sure they hadn’t been ordered to do this yet but they suspected that the order was coming sooner or later.

So once they were dried off Brothel Whore 3567-A sat in her sister’s lap while Brothel Whore 3567-B brushed her long blonde hair. Likewise Brothel Whore 3569-B sat in her sister’s lap while Brothel Whore 3569-A took care of her hair. Once their hair was brushed and back in the pony tails the girls turned around so their sisters could apply their makeup before switching positions.

They had been given no orders on how they were to prepare themselves so technically outside of the pony tails they kept the make-up to a minimum. Granted with their looks none of them required much anyway. So outside of the basics the only thing they really bothered with was to be certain it was identical on each of their sisters. From the fact they were being kept together to their special orders and duties they all knew them being identical twins were important to this organization and none of the girls wanted to incur it’s wrath.

So before they started the decision was made between the four of them that they would do whatever they were ordered to regardless of what the orders were. None of them were looking forward to any of it outside of some of the sex. Still if it meant that them and their sisters would be spared being punished then they would be the best sex slaves this organization had ever trained.

So when Mistress 3567 returned they were finished and kneeling in the presentation positions. Even as the rest of the girls from the cages crawled in ahead of her they didn’t break position. Just as the three slaves that had been with them during their own training session had done the four of them didn’t react at all to the presence of these new slaves. Sure it wasn’t easy not reacting as these slaves suffered the same humiliation at the toilets but as much as they felt sorry for them they weren’t their sisters.

After all the the only thing that any of the four them had left was their sisters and they would have to do anything to protect them. They even realized that one set of sisters would probably be required to do cruel and nasty things to the others at some point. So they decided that no grudges would be held since they knew if the roles were reversed they’d do the same thing. The only thing that they were concerned about was what they may have to do to their sisters. After all after they had been ordered to have sex with their sisters they figured other taboo things were in store for them as well and that was still serious grounds for concern for them.

Thankfully they also suspected such a incident wouldn’t be happening today. So they should just worry about the current plans for them were and save the concerns about the future for later. Even once their collars, shackles, and vibrators were put back on they weren’t considering what could happen tomorrow just any immediate tortures or humiliations. Unfortunately of the possible torments going through their minds having sex with their sisters in front of these new slaves wasn’t one of them.

It started when Mistress 3567 ordered the two expected slave to partner with 3567-A and 3569-B. Next Brothel Whore 3567-B watched as the two of them began to instruct her sister and 3569-B in something called scissoring. However it was when they began to practice it that began to arouse 3567-B. Or more precisely caused her vibrator to turn on as she watched these girls rubbing their pussies against her sister’s pussy and 3569-B’s pussy. 3567-B almost felt a tinge of jealousy as she watched this but soon the girls suddenly stopped their demonstration for some reason.

This reason became clear to 3567-B when the girls partnered with her and 3569-A and began to practice with them. Sadly as soon as 3567-B had gotten into the sensations the girl separated from her. Though before she could comprehend the loss her sister was talking the girls place between her legs. As her pussy pressed against her sister’s 3567-B suddenly understood what was expected of them.

Strangely as they began to grinding their pussies neither sisters felt any shame or humiliation. All they were concerned about was the sensations they were feeling. Even when 3567-B leaned forward and began to kiss her sister the fact they had an audience of shocked sex slaves watching them didn’t even register. All they cared about was the pleasure they felt as the gyrations of their hips increased.

3567–B didn’t know how long they had been at it when her sister cried out in orgasm. All she did know was she wasn’t ready to stop as her sister began to pull away from her. However to her relief 3567-B was immediately pushed onto her back by her sister and when 3567-A lowered her pussy onto her face 3567-B understood what her sister was up to. As her sister’s wet pussy lips got within reach 3567-B reached out with her tongue and began to lick.Before her tongue had made one pass over her sister’s pussy 3567-B felt her sister’s tongue delve into her own glistening folds.

Now thoroughly oblivious to everything but giving 3567-A as much pleasure as she was receiving 3567-B intensified her efforts. Soon she was lost in a world of pure sexual joy. Not caring about anything but the waves of pleasure as another orgasm hit. 3567-B buried her face in her sister’s pussy as she cried out in orgasmic bliss sending vibrations from her screams to her sister. Before she knew it 3567-B felt an answering cry as 3567-A cried out in her own orgasm with her own face buried in her sister’s pussy.

Not wanting to stop 3567-B quickly thrust her tongue back into her sister’s pussy and began to lap up as much her her juices as she could. Before she could even process it however 3567-B felt her sister’s tongue delve into her own pussy locking them into what felt like a never-ending cycle of orgasms. Blind to everything but the pleasure they were having the two of them soon lost track of everything as their orgasms began to blur into one massive climax.

3567-B was only shaken out of her daze when she felt her sister’s cries suddenly change from those of pleasure to ones of pain. As her senses began to return 3567-B suddenly felt the stinging sensation of the riding crop striking her hip. As 3567-B began to process the sudden pain she heard her sister cry out again as she started to move off of her. Even as her sister was moving 3567-B felt the sting of the crop again and was spurred into motion herself.

One look at the face of Mistress 3567 as she pointed the riding crop at a spot on the floor told the two of them what she wanted. As the quickly got into the presentation position with the other slaves 3567-B caught sight of the other twins in the exact same lover’s embrace she had just been in with her sister. However once Mistress 3567 delivered blows to their hips and asses with the riding crop they were soon in kneeling in the presentation position along side them.

As she saw the looks of shock on the faces of 3569-A and 3569-B as they looked at the other slaves lined up 3567-B was hit with her own realization. Her tears began to flow as the shame of her actions set in. When 3567-B heard her sister quietly sob herself she knew 3567-A was feeling the same shame and humiliation as her. 3567-B was soon in a losing battle with her own tears as Mistress 3567 began to connect short lengths of chains to each of the slaves’ collars. Before she knew it they all had a length of chain running from the back of one slave’s collar then to the back of another’s. Once Mistress 3567 was done 3567-B found herself at the end of the line of slaves as they stood up and were lead from the room.

Many questions including where they were being taken, what would they do next to them and why were her and her sister the only ones without their arms shacked behind their backs were on the top of her list until 3567-B noticed that neither of the other twins were connected to them. Looking over her shoulder 3567-B saw the two sisters being lead away in the opposite direction and she began to fear that she wouldn’t see them again. Even as the line of slaves entered a corridor with cells running down both sides 3567-B couldn’t help to worry about the twins.

These worries however were pushed aside as one by one the other slaves were unhooked and pushed into a cell and the waiting arms of another slave already in the cell. Even as the doors of the cells were closed the newer slaves were forced onto their knees in front of their new cellmates. 3567-B didn’t need any explanation for what was about to happen to them shortly. Even as the slaves she was brought with began to plead 3567-B was pushed into a cell along with her sister. As cell doer closed 3567-B was shocked to see she was alone with her sister in the cell.

3567-B looked at Mistress 3567 in shock as she gestured to the blankets rumpled into a bed on the floor. As she watched the mistress walking the line of cells 3567-B was already in her sister’s waiting arms. Though as they comforted each other on the makeshift bed they heard the sobbing from the other cells as their companions were forced to eat out their cellmates.

As the sounds of the sobbing slave girls overwhelmed the confines of the cell the sisters pulled each other into a tighter embrace. Even while all of the other slaves were engaged in their lesbian activities the two them only held each other. Maybe it was they had already gorged themselves on lesbianism or out of worry for 3569-A and 3569-B or possibly out of the shame they felt after their last truest. Neither of the sister’s were in the mood for sex. So they tuned out the what was happening in the other cells and clung to each other in silent contemplation of the days events.

Even as the sobbing of their fellow slaves suddenly changed into moaning as their partners began to return their lesbian attentions didn’t shake them out of their trance. They even failed to notice when Mistress 3567 returned. Only as their cell door suddenly open did the two them snap out of their trance. Suddenly realizing who was standing in the doorway the two of them cowered tighter together fearing what she might do.

However her return was only to deliver the twins other cellmates. 3567-B felt a feeling of relief was over her as both 3569-A and 3569-B were pushed into the cell with them. As the door was closed they were quickly joined in their bed by the other twins. As soon as they were next to them 3569-A and 3569-B pulled each other into a similar embrace as 3567-B and 3567-A. As she walked away they heard Mistress 3567 say.

“It’s bedtime slaves you know what’s expected of you.”

As in to drive the point home all four of them jumped as they felt the vibrators turn on. Before 3567-B had time to consider anything her sister pulled her into a kiss as she pushed her onto her back. 3567-B soon felt one of the other twins laying next her as their sisters climbed on top of them to continue the embrace. An unspoken decision had been made between the four of them that this time was going to be different. With their uncertain and definitely unpleasant future ahead of them they would have one moment they could hold on to where what they did was to express their love and not to cater to the passions of others.

Before it was about giving as much pleasure as quickly as possible now they moved way slower. Their fingers slowly glided across each other’s bodies gently brushing across their sensitive nipples. Their kisses shifted from each other’s lips to their earlobes to finally their breasts. Kisses were laid along their abdomens as they began to make their way lower down each other’s bodies.

With agonizing slowness they finally reached their destination. However they focused their attention on the flesh surrounding their sister’s pussies rather then immediately diving in. This was becoming an exercise in trial and error as the sisters learned what touches brought each other the most pleasure.

Strangely enough neither sister really wanted to be eaten out by the other so when their tongues finally found their way into their pussies they stopped each other and moved into another position. As their legs interweaved they pulled each other back into a even more passionate embrace. Soon their tongues began their own dance within their mouths as their hips began their own gyrations.

Soon their moans began to intensify as their hips’ gyrations increased. Before long they were crying their joint climaxes as they finally collapsed exhausted into each other’s arms. As they drifted off into a peaceful slumber they felt the other sisters snuggling up next to them.

Chapter Four coming soon

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I rang the bell and heard nothing. I turned to the others who had crowded in to allow whoever was watching the CCTV to see who was ringing. After a few moments I went to press it again when there was a ‘click’, indicating the door had unlocked.

Building a Dream: Part Seven

This continues the evening with our good friends Manus and Sara directly following part six

I rang the bell and heard nothing. I turned to the others who had crowded in to allow whoever was watching the CCTV to see who was ringing. After a few moments I went to press it again when there was a ‘click’, indicating the door had unlocked. I pushed it open and we walked into a, dark corridor at the end of which was sat a rather big bloke behind a counter next to another door, who was reading that months Vogue.

He looked at us and said,

“Sixty.” I went to reach for my wallet but Manus handed over three twenties. The bloke counted it, pressed an unseen button and the door next to him clicked open.

“Up the stairs.” The bloke said putting the money in a drawer. “Booths on the left, cinema, toilets and café on the right. No funny business, this is a reputable establishment.”

The irony wasn’t lost on us as we went through and climbed the stairs, both girls giggling.

At the top of the stairs, Sara led the way. Turning right, we looked in at the cinema which was showing gangbang porn on a biggish screen in a fairly large room. It had several couches and old armchairs in various positions facing the screen. There were several other pieces of apparatus but, in the dim light, I couldn’t make out exactly what. At the back was a counter at which sat another big bloke with fridges full of soft drinks and snacks and condoms and lube on little racks on the counter. He was the only person in there and was flicking through a puzzle magazine. He looked up at us but went back to reading when he saw we weren’t staying. We went to leave but Jay had stopped and was watching the gangbang on the screen. A woman on her knees, men with hard cocks stood around her as she went from one to another, sucking and wanking as she went. I grabbed her hand and led her out, her eyes not leaving the screen until we left.

After using the, surprisingly clean, toilets located by the cinema door, Sara led us to the booths. There was a long, dimly lit corridor with ten doors on the right-hand side. No men were hanging around the booths which is what I expected from all the gloryhole porn I had watched. Maybe it was too early?

Sara tried each door as she went, each opening with no occupant until she reached the last three which were locked from the inside. We could clearly hear a woman being fucked in there as she yelled out for ‘Brian’ to fuck her harder.

Sara walked back to the third door, opened it, looked inside, and said, “This one.”

We followed her in and Manus put the bolt across locking it. It was about three metres long but only about a metre or so wide. There was porn playing a six-man, one girl gangbang on a screen fixed firmly to the end wall, a couple of low padded stalls, several rolls of toilet roll on a shelf by the TV, a small wastepaper basket and on each side wall was two large holes at about crotch height, side by side about a metre apart. Above each of them were two larger holes at chest height. It was dark, the only light coming from the TV screen. Sara looked around the small space and said to Jay,

“Right, get undressed.”

Jay hesitated. She had never seen anything like this in real life before, only on the video I showed her. Sara had dropped her dress, taken her shoes off and was completely naked. Seeing Jay that Jay was hesitating in undressing she turned to her and said,

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can just watch if you like?”

Jay looked over to me and Manus, who had pulled his phone out of his pocket and was getting ready to start filming. She looked back at Sara and then pulled her dress down and slid it off over her hips. She removed her shoes and was also naked. Sara sat on a stool next to one of the holes and patted the spare stool next to her. Jay slowly sat down and crossed her arms and legs. This was definitely outside of her comfort zone. Turning to Sara she asked,

“What now?”

“We wait,” Sara replied, turning to the porn on the screen which was showing the woman getting a cock in her cunt and one in her arse at the same time while blowing another. Jay turned and, noticing this was soon engrossed. We all watched as all the men came at once, in her cunt, her arse and mouth. Cum was pouring out around both cocks and from the girl’s mouth from where she was unable to catch it all. The men pulled away from her to be immediately replaced by three more cocks to continue the harsh, but judging by the encouraging shouts from the woman not too unpleasant fucking. Jay was mesmerised at this. Her mouth was open watching and her breathing had changed. She was getting turned on.

Jay leant forward to her and whispered,

“Amsterdam.” She nodded to the screen and whispered in Jay’s ear, “You can have all that in Amsterdam.”

Just then, we heard the door on one of the booths next to us being locked next to where Sara was sat. She looked up at Manus, who had turned on the torch on his phone and had started filming and winked before putting her fingers through the hole. She removed them to be followed by an erect cock. Sara slowly took it in her hand and started to rub up and down before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the helmet and started sucking. She held it firm as her mouth went up and down, the helmet rubbing up and down the inside of the cheeks as she moved it around in her mouth. We all watched her as she expertly sucked it, Jay leaning around to watch closer. There was then a knocking on the wall and Sara stopped sucking and held it into her wide-open mouth as she wanked it. Long shots of cum hit her in the mouth, lips and face and she held pools of it on her tongue before turning to us and in full view of the camera, pulled her tongue in and swallowed it all, using her fingers to wipe any vestiges of cum on her face into her mouth. The spent cock retreated back into the hole and we heard the door unlock and the person leave.

“See,” Sara said to Jay, kissing her on the lips leaving a tiny drop of cum. “It’s easy.”

As she said this another cock appeared in the same hole. It was shorter, but thicker. Sara again sucked it, holding the shaft with a couple of fingers, rubbing it, before reaching through the hole to cup the person’s balls. Another knock on the wall and she repeated having the cum shoot into her mouth, not so much this time but she swallowed all she could and sucked the cock dry before it disappeared.

Sara looked from wall to wall then looked at me and Manus saying,

“It’s quiet here, isn’t it? Not as busy as Amsterdam.” As she said that, we heard the door on the booth on Jay’s side lock.

Jay looked at me in panic and Sara sensed this. She put her arm around her and said quietly into her ear, “If you don’t want to do it, then don’t.” At that, a hard, long cock appeared through the hole a few inches from Jay. She looked at me, at Manus who was filming, and around at Sara. Sara gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then nodded towards the cock.

It was big, long rather than thick. Jay looked at it then reached down for the vodka bottle and took a big gulp. She passed it to Sara then lent her face forwards and took the helmet into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it for a few moments and then slowly lent all the way forward, taking the length of the cock fully into her mouth and throat. She slowly moved backwards and forwards, only using her mouth to support it as she sucked it. She pulled back for air before moving forward and taking it back fully into her mouth. She sped up, head bobbing; cock in her mouth, her hands holding on to her knees and shortly there was a knock on the wall. She pulled the length out and kept sucking the helmet, her mouth clamped tightly around it as the cock pulsated and filled her mouth with cum. We could hear the owner of the cock gasping as he shot his load down her throat and was moving his cock backwards and forwards so every last drop would fill her. I could see her throat contracting as she swallowed the cum, grabbing hold of the shaft and sucking until every last drop was swallowed, then pulling her head back and catching her breath. The cock disappeared through the hole and Jay looked around at us.

“Wow!” Manus said to her. “You can really deep throat.”

Sara turned Jay’s face to her own and kissed her, slowly parting her lips with her tongue, and embracing her as Jay responded by putting her arms around Sara’s neck. I was hard. Very hard. I imagined Manus was too.

“You are fucking amazing,” Sara said before kissing her forehead and reaching up and playing with both of Jay’s nipples.

Jay turned to me said,

“Can you get me a drink, a cold one, water preferably?” I unlocked the door and look around. No one was about. Manus locked the door behind me and I headed to the café.

In the cinema there was a woman and a man on one of the couches. They were fully clothed and watching the porn. They looked up at me as I entered then went back to watching the gangbang on screen.

The man behind the counter was doing a Sudoku puzzle in a magazine and looked up when I approached.

“Two cold bottles of water please.” I asked.

He reached into the fridge and passed them to me, misted and very cold.

“Two quid.” He said going back to his puzzle. I was surprised at the price, especially for London, so paid him and turned to watch the film. The girl on screen was getting gangbanged by four blokes; two black, two white who all had big cocks. They were all taking turns to fuck her arse as she blew one of the others.

It must have been about ten minutes before I realised what I was meant to be doing. The woman on the couch had her head on the man’s lap and was now blowing him. I would have liked to have stayed and watched but instead, headed back to the booths which, in the short while I was away, were getting busier. A group of five men were stood around outside our booth door, the doors either side being already shut. A couple of them I recognised from the sex shop earlier. I walked past them and knocked on the booth door.

“Manus, it’s me.”

The door opened slightly and I slipped in, a couple of the men outside getting a peek of what was going on within before Manus shut and bolted it. Both girls were on their knees with a cock in each mouth. Jay was deep throating again, this time with a faster pace while Sara was sucking the last drops of cum from hers. She turned to me and Manus and opened her mouth wide to show it full of cum for the benefit of the camera. Another cock appeared through the same hole which Sara grabbed and started to wank. With a wink she swallowed the cum in her mouth as a knock came from Jay’s side of the wall. Jay took her mouth off the cock, and just kept the helmet in, her throat contracted again as she swallowed every ounce of cum the cock could spare. The cock retreated to be instantly replaced by another.

Manus had undressed and was naked, his hard cock standing proud in front of him as he continued to concentrate his phone camera on the action. I got undressed and squatted down near Jay to get a good look at her sucking skills. With the cock in her mouth she looked at me and winked. Any apprehension she had about coming to the gloryhole had clearly subsided as she started sucking the cock harder.

The cock retreated from the hole leaving Jay confused. She looked through the hole and someone spoke to her. She looked at me as she listened to what she was being asked to do, then stood up to face the wall, parted her legs, lined her cunt to the hole in the wall and held her hand out for the water bottle. I took the cap off and passed it to her and she took long gulps of it then passed it back as a hand came through the hole and started to stroke her cunt while another came through the higher hole and started to squeeze her tits, pinching the nipples. The fingers stroked up and down her already wet cunt then inserted a finger. Jay let out a gasp as it went in her up to the knuckle and slowly started to finger fuck her. Her tits were being squeezed hard, the nipples receiving sharp pinches which made her squeal out each time, not through unwanted pain, I didn’t doubt.

Sara had stopped sucking her cock and had turned around to bend down in front of the hole. A cock came through and after several attempts and a helping hand from Sara slid easily pass her flaps and into her cunt. Sara braced herself with both hands on the opposite wall next to where Jay stood as the anonymous cock built up a pace. She was panting and groaning with each thrust and backed up as hard to the wall she could. From my position I watched the cock going in and out of her. Seeing another person getting fucked close up, other than my Jay, was a new and not unwelcome experience. I looked back to Jay and the finger inside her had been joined by another. She was giving out little yelps as the fingers rubbed in and out and occasionally, running up to her clit. Jay was now flat against the wall. One of her tits was through the hole and judging by her squeals, was being manipulated by whoever was next door and by the expression on her face and the little yelps she was giving out, they were probably getting sucked and bitten.

A voice from the booth said something to Jay and she kneeled down quickly as the cock came back through the hole. As she went to put her mouth around it, it started cumming. She grabbed the shaft and, instead of closing her mouth around it, opened her mouth and let it shoot in and around her tongue, lips, and cheeks as she wanked it to completion.

She squeezed the last drop out over her fingers and the cock went back through the hole. She looked at me and licked her fingers, wiping them over her face and collecting the thick globules to put in her mouth. She looked up at Manus holding the camera, looked at the cum dripping off her fingers and decided to make a show of it, slowly running her tongue around her fingers before inserting each finger one at a time and sucking them clean.

Sara started to shout as the cock in her got faster and with more violent thrusts. There was a very quick rapping on the wall but Sara didn’t move away. She moved her body backwards and forwards, ramming herself on the cock and shouting, ‘FUCK, FUCK,’ as she did so. Manus quickly moved the camera under her legs as I moved next to him and watched as the man came in Sara. With each outward stroke of the cock, cum started to flow around it, drops falling close to the camera as it unloaded into Sara who was going through her own orgasm. The cum was dripping off her pussy lips as the cock slowed then slowly retracted away and back through the hole. A gush of cum started to flow from Sara’s cunt, a steady stream dripping on to the floor and Manus had recorded it all on camera.

Sara stood up, leaned back on the wall, and began inserting her fingers in her cunt to scoop up the cum and repeatedly licked it off her hand and fingers. Satisfied she had got it all she kneeled on the floor and licked up the remnants pooling there, smiling, and winking at the camera as she did so.

She reached over to Manus and kissed him, rolling her tongue in his mouth and he eagerly responded, drips of cum around her mouth entering his that he readily swallowed. Sara then sat on the stool, her legs still shaking slightly and took Manus cock in her mouth as he stood above her.

Jay had watched this, along with continuing to watch the gangbang on the screen. The woman now had two cocks in her arse and one in her mouth, each cock thrusting into her with slick movements. Jay began fondling her nipples as she watched. Something about what was happening on the screen had certainly affected her. She moved a hand down to rub her cunt, unaware that another cock had been poking through the hole next to her.

Having seen it, she stood and said through the hole higher up,

“Sorry, I didn’t know you there.”

“That’s alright,” the voice the other side of the wall replied. “Could you suck my cock please?”

I had stood up and leaned against the wall on Jay’s side and heard this exchange. As Jay took hold of the cock she looked up and said to me,

“How very polite.” Before wrapping her lips around the helmet and proceeding to suck before taking it further down into her mouth. She deep throated and began playing with her clit as she did so and started to moan between sucks on the cock. Sara, having recovered from her orgasm and still sucking Manus, reached under Jay’s legs from behind and started to rub Jay’s cunt, moving her hand up to rub her clit, allowing Jay to release her hand to hold herself flat against the wall, the cock deep in her throat.

Just as Jay was getting into a stride of moving her body in small movements on Sara’s hand, the cock retreated back not the wall. Jay looked up at me with a puzzled look on her face, not sure what had happened. The cock then reappeared; a condom fully rolled along its length. She looked up at me and I nodded and mouthed, “It’s okay,” She smiled at me, stood up and, bending over, backed herself against the wall, her cunt aligned with the hole. I squatted down and watched as she grabbed the shaft and guided it passed her pussy lips and into her readily wet cunt before reaching over with both hands to support herself on the other wall.

The cock started to fuck her, slowly at first before speeding up, the man’s balls swinging through the hole in rhythm with the pace of the fucking. Jay started to squeal with each pump and this had bought her to the attention of the hole near where her face was. A cock appeared, a big black cock and presented itself close to her face. She moved her head and took the helmet into her mouth, the width of the booth not allowing her to take the entire length, and began sucking, her head movements bobbing back and forth in line with the fucking she was receiving from behind.

Sara reached up and gripped the shaft of the black cock, holding it steady as Jay slipped her mouth up and down the helmet and used her other hands to cup and gently squeeze the swinging balls. This must have had an effect because the man started to wrap frantically on the wall and he started cumming, Jay opening her mouth and receiving splashes of it on her tongue and lips. Sara gripped the cock and wanked it to its conclusion, shaking it causing cum to flick around Jay’s face and on to her hair.

She then clamped her mouth to Jay’s, kissed her for a moment, tongues rolling cum between them before she licked around Jay’s face to pick up the excess cum, before tonguing it into Jay’s mouth. The man fucking Jay then gave a grunt and came, his knees banging against the wall as he did so. The pace slowed to a stop and after a brief moment the cock backed into the hole allowing Jay to sit back on the floor against the wall.

“Thank you.” The man said through the hole.

“That’s quite alright,” puffed Jay. “Your welcome.”

Cocks appeared at both holes either side. The girls looked at each other and started laughing, finding amusement in the situation before kneeling in front of the holes and taking the cocks in their mouths, all the while being filmed by a naked Manus, his big hard cock being rubbed with his other hand. I then felt a hand on my own cock coming from the other hole on Jay’s side of the wall. I looked down and saw that a small hand with painted fingernails had reached through and was now wanking me.

So, there were other woman here. Jay was too engrossed with a cock in her mouth to notice so I didn’t move. I let the hand rub up and down, getting quicker, the sensation of an anonymous hand on me was amazing as I watched my wife of fifteen years giving a complete stranger a blow job.

The cock retreated out of Jay’s mouth and something was said to her that I couldn’t hear. Jay listened then stood up straight with her back against the wall as a pair of hands came through the upper holes and reached around her to squeeze both tits and play with her nipples. Jay looked at the porn as this happened. The woman on the screen was being fucked again, two big cocks, fucking the arse and cunt in rhythm with each other. Jay began heavy breathing, the mixture of being groped and watching the porn was getting her juices going again. One hand retreated and reached through the lower hole and started to rub her cunt from between her legs as she parted them to allow him to do so.

The hand disappeared to be replaced by a very big and hard cock that started probing around her arse cheeks. The hand let go from Jay’s tit and she bent over to allow the cock to glide into her, bracing herself on the other wall next to where Sara had just received another face full of cum. The cock slowly started to fuck her before picking up the pace to fuck her hard and Jay was clearly enjoying it. She got more audible, groaning and shouting,”FUCKING YES!” as the cock fucked her hard. This went on for a couple of minutes and then stopped. The cock retreated leaving Jay to stay in position and catch her breath. A hand appeared at the hole and started to stroke between her arse cheeks, probing for her arsehole. She didn’t move as it found the hole and started to prod the tip slowly in and then out in slow movements. The hand disappeared and returned, the finger glistening with some form of lube. The finger gently prodded then slipped slowly in up to the knuckle. Jay let out a short scream but didn’t move as the finger probed around inside her before disappearing again and returning with more lube to re-enter her, a second finger joining the first. Jay screwed her eyes tight and squealed as both fingers fucked her arse. The fingers disappeared and were replaced by the big cock which prodded around, seeking her lubed and ready arse. Jay reached behind, held it against her arsehole and braced herself as it slowly forced its way in, stretching her hole as the big helmet entered, causing her to yell. The helmet slowly slipped in and stopped. Jay held herself against the wall and puffed to catch her breath. The cock then slid slowly in and out, moving a little further in with each thrust until it was fully in her arse with the man’s balls hanging down by her pussy lips. It slowly started to fuck her, the man holding on to the higher holes for leverage as he pulled his cock in and out and build up a pace.

The hand was still wanking me as this went on. I could only assume that as they were in the same booth this was the man’s girlfriend. ‘Us Brits are more liberal than people are led to believe,’ I thought to myself as the hand got faster.

Sara had moved herself below Jay’s legs and was rubbing Jay’s clit as the cock slid easily in and out of Jay’s arse. Manus had moved himself below Jay’s legs and had positioned himself to get a clear view of the cock sliding in and out of her arse. I looked down at the screen and was impressed at the quality of the picture. ‘I must get myself a new phone,’ I thought as the man’s pace quickened and the banging of the man’s knees on the wall got louder

Jay started to squeal and I could tell she was going to cum soon. The man began knocking on the wall, rapping hard to let her know he was going to cum. Rather than pull away from the wall, Jay stayed and started to move her body backwards and forwards on the cock, giving out little shouts of “YES, YES, YES!” as the cock pumped faster in and out of her stretched but, by now, loose arse and Sara’s fingers rubbing hard on her clit had bought her to a big orgasm. I watched as the cock slid in and out faster and then came. The veins on the cock pulsing as its load was released deep into Jay’s arse while Jay simultaneously squirted her juices over Sara’s hand. The movements slowed then stopped. Nobody moved, apart from the hand on my cock which was now wanking me with a good rhythm.

Jay stayed where she was, impaled on the cock in her arse, only her shaking legs moving, and not wanting to release the cock by the smile on her face as she panted out of breath.

“Wow!” said Manus, impressed by Jay’s reaction that he was fortunate to have caught on film. The cock slowly pulled out of Jay’s arse with a plop, followed by a line of thick cum and I watched as the hole started to slowly shrink back to its normal size, engulfing a large amount of cum within.

Jay didn’t move. She stayed bent in front of the hole, panting to get her breath back. She looked at the three of us and started to smile as she started to breathe slower. Her introduction to anal sex was starting to have benefits.

She then froze and her eyes started to widen. She started to give little moans and began to slowly move backwards and forwards as if some unseen force was pushing and pulling her.

The three of us looked behind and found that without a sound or any indication of another person being in the adjoining booth, a cock had slipped through the hole and straight into Jay’s wet cunt and had started fucking her.

Jay was wide eyed and was clearly getting into the rhythm as she moved backwards and forwards. A pair of arms reached through the upper holes and gripped on to her shoulders and pulled her back so she wasn’t fully bent, more leaning her up against the wall. The hands reached around and gripped on to both of her tits and squeezed them hard, making her yell out but not stopping her from responding to the cock, plunging in and out of her.

Another cock appeared on Sara’s side of the wall. Without taking her eyes off Jay, she backed up to the wall and, bending over, eased it into her cum soaked cunt. She held on to the opposite wall for support as she got fucked, not taking her eyes off Jay.

Jay shut her eyes and moaned loudly as the hands on her tits squeezed her nipples hard and the pace picked up. She had spread her legs wide, giving the three of us a clear view of a very big cock, ramming up into her. Manus alternated his camera between the cock fucking Sara and the cock fucking Jay, not wanting to miss the inevitable cum shots

The hands let go of Jay’s shoulders allowing her to bend fully over and brace her hands on the opposite wall next to Sara, allowing the cock to enter fully and pick up a faster pace. Sara reached around and began kissing jay, wide mouthed, tongues searching each other’s mouths as they were both shunted back and forth from the frantic fucking.

Simultaneous knocking came from both walls as Manus squatted down holding the camera and alternating between both girls spread legs. The cock in Sara came first, cum gushing out and around the cock as the pace slowed and came to a stop. Manus moved the camera to Jay just as the man fucking her came. Jay was moving her body back and forth on the cock and cum had started to leak out the sides, thick globules splashing on the floor around her feet. The pace slowed to a stop and the cock retreated back into the hole, a stream of cum pouring out of Jay’s cunt. She reached down to cup whatever she could and, repeating Sara’s actions form earlier, scooping it into her mouth and rubbing her fingers around her pussy lips to collect it all.

Having collected all she could, she slowly slid to the floor and sat with her back on the wall, dipping her fingers into the pool of cum on the floor and licking them clean. Sara had collected all the cum from her own cunt and was also sat, opposite Jay wiping the last little drops from the floor into her own mouth.

Jay was still a bit out of breath and panted slowly,

“That’s it, I’m done. I can’t carry on.”

She then noticed the hand on my cock and asked,

“Who’s that?”

Hearing this Manus pointed the camera in my direction as I replied,

“I haven’t got a clue.” The owner of the hand must have heard this as it stopped wanking me and disappeared back through the hole, which was fortunate because another few seconds and it would have been covered with my own cum. Having spent the last hour watching my lovely wife sucking and fucking, I was close and ready to cum.

“Okay,” said Sara wiping herself with toilet paper from the role offered by Manus, “We’ll call it a day, shall we?” She passed the roll to Jay who sat up a little and started to wipe the vestiges of cum that was now leaking out of her, probably sore, arse.

“Good idea,” said Jay. She looked knackered, or rather, fucked. This had been quite an exertion for her and all the activity and alcohol was causing her to flag. “I need the loo though.” She put the sodden pieces of toilet in the small bin and held her hand out to me. I helped her stand and passed her dress to her and we all began to dress.

The girls smoothed down their dresses and ran their fingers through their dishevelled hair. I looked at the pair of them and thought that even after all the blowing and fucking, they still looked hot. I was now desperate for shag and I bet Manus was also, although he now had a nice little film to wank over later.

I slowly opened the door and looked out. No one was outside waiting but all the booths were shut, various noises of fucking coming from behind the locked doors. Jay’s legs were shaking and she needed a bit of support by Sara to walk as moved down the dimly lit, but noisy corridor.

Sara tugged Manus’s arm and said, “Coffee,” while helping Jay to shakily walk through the toilet door. Manus and I headed to the cinema which was empty apart from the man behind the counter who had now moved on to a word search in the same magazine. Another gangbang film was on the big screen. A girl was sat on squatting over a man, his cock in her arse while another lined up a cock to her cunt as she lay back, slid it easily into her and commenced fucking. Another man was stood over her and she took his cock in her mouth and sucked while about five other men stood by, watching and wanking.

Manus ordered four coffees from the man behind and turned to watch the film.

“Jay is very impressive,” He said to me as he put milk and sugar in each of his and Sara’s coffee, surprisingly supplied in two clean mugs. “If you ever come to Amsterdam, she would be very popular.”

I put just milk in mine, black for Jay and replied,

“I think this week will be the only adventures of this kind we’ll have. We’re only here for a few more days and it’s been quite a week already. All of this was unexpected. We’ve never done anything like this before and, judging by how knackered she looks, I reckon that’ll be it. The next few days will probably be spent doing what we came to London to do; museums, galleries, shows and probably recovering.”

“That’s a shame,” Manus said smiling. “Sara’s really taken a shine to her. But if that’s it for you guys, I respect that. Maybe we could still spend some time with you, you know, join you for some of the trips you’ve mentioned, maybe dinner too?”

“I’d like that and I’m sure Jay would. “ I said taking a sip of my coffee. It was good, very good. They really knew how to cater for the clientele.

The girls came out of the toilet and headed over to us, Jay recovered now and walking unaided, albeit slower than normal. We handed them their coffees and sat on a long couch, the girls together, me and Manus on either side, to drink and watch the gangbang on the screen. I looked at Jay. After all she had been through over the past hour she was fixated with watching the film. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Manus turned to Sara and said what we had discussed about doing trips together around London and dinner.

“That would be lovely,” she said smiling at both me and Jay.

I nodded in agreement while Jay, eyes fixed on the screen said,

“Definitely.”

We watched he film for a bit and were just draining our mugs when a girl entered and seeing us, came over and with a little wave said, “Hi.”

It was the girl from the sex shop who had told us about the place. She was naked apart from a pair of lacy panties and had obviously been in a booth, judging from her messed up hair and her clothes bunched up in a pile under her arm. I looked at her fingernails. It was the same fingers that was wanking me earlier. She looked at all of us but her eyes kept looking back to me

Sara stood up and gave the girl a hug.

“Hello sweetie,” she said to the girl and led her to sit on the couch with us. “I had a feeling you knew this place better than you were letting on.”

Manus moved up to allow the girl to sit down between Sara and Jay.

“I really shouldn’t have said so much, not with my cousin with me.” The girl explained. “We went in there to buy an inflatable man for her hen night and got a bit carried away with telling you. I tend to have a big mouth and when you said there were no gloryholes, it just came out. I’m Katy, by the way.” She reached around and shook mine and Manus’s hand whilst receiving a kiss on the lips rom the girls. She held on to my hand a little longer and our eyes met and lingered, only for a brief moment, but long enough for me to gaze into those beautiful blue eyes.

“Where’s your cousin now?” Sara asked.

“Gone home.” She replied. “I told her I was meeting a friend for a drink to discuss her hen night so she took the hint and left. I then came straight here.”

“Do you come here often?” Jay asked still not taking her eyes off the woman who was receiving a face full of cum from three men stood over her. Not noticing the accidental pun, she replied,

“From time to time I do. I live in Covent Garden so it’s only a short walk away and a fun way to pass the time when there’s nothing on TV. I found it by accident when I went to the peep show next door a few months ago.”

Sara raised her eyebrows at Katy who gave a short laugh and shaking her head explained.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m a freelance professional makeup and prosthetic artist. Mainly in films and TV, but the owner got my number from somewhere and asked if I wouldn’t mind giving the girls in the peep show a good make over as the place had been privately booked out for a stag night and he wanted to make the best impression. The girls do their own make up and they can sometimes look, well, a little ‘tarty.’ I went along, did all the girls make up, made them look beautiful rather than slutty and they went down a storm. Now, whenever he has a private booking or he wants the girls to have that little extra edge, he calls me up and pays me well. The girls love the way they look when made up properly. It makes them feel properly sexy and it reflects in their dancing and posing.”

“So how did you find out about this place?” I asked. Katy looked over at me and winked before replying,

“One morning, one of the girls, Mary, told me she was coming up here after her early evening shift. She didn’t say why or what this place was. She just said that she was ‘popping next door to Kenny’s for a shag or two.’ Apparently, a lot of the girls visit from time to time. I had no idea what she was talking about. I just nodded and smiled. Curiosity got the better of me all day so that evening I came along to see what she was talking about. There’s only one door next to the peep show so after standing around for a while I watched as, first a woman, then a couple of men, pressed on the bell and were let in.

I summoned up the courage, rang the bell and was let in. Before I got the chance to ask what this place was, Kenny, that’s the man downstairs, buzzed me straight through the next door telling me where everything was. I climbed the stairs, turned into the cinema to be faced by a woman getting fucked, right on this couch.”

We all started to look down and around the couch as she said this which made her laugh.

“Don’t worry. Kenny and Jason, that’s him,” she said indicating to the man behind the counter, “Are clean freaks and everything gets a good cleaning every morning.”

“So, what did you do, seeing someone getting fucked in front of you?”

“I watched for a bit then had a look around. I had never known somewhere like this existed. I found an empty booth, went in, sat down, and watched the porn in privacy. I had just started to be brave enough to have a wank when a cock appeared through a hole in the wall. I hadn’t noticed the holes. So, I did the most natural thing. I sucked it, then another and another. The next one I fucked, which was a bit of a stretch trying to line up with the hole because I’m short, so when the next cock appeared I let him in the booth and he fucked me there. I went fuck crazy. I was so turned on by the place. I’ve got to know Kenny and Jason really well. I advised them to offer reasonable priced refreshments, proper tea and coffee served in proper cups, don’t charge for woman, and keep the place clean, which they did anyway. I even help out by working behind the counters if they need to nip off for a break.”

Jay was starting to pay attention. For the first time in several minutes she stopped watching the gangbang on the screen and turned to face Katy saying,

“So, whenever you want sex, all you do is come here and you’ll get laid?”

“More or less,” Katy replied. “Sometimes I’ll just pop in for a chat with Kenny or Jason or sometimes I’ll pop in for a gangbang.” She indicated towards some of the apparatus sat alongside the walls.

“I’ll use them sometimes. There’s a kneeling bench so you can lay forwards and be supported. That’s good for fucking and giving head. There’s a fuck machine in the corner and a mobile sex swing, although that’s in pieces at the moment, someone a little too large try to lay in it.” She indicated with her hands the motions of someone sitting then exploding which made us all laugh.

“You’ve been gangbanged here?” Asked Jay, her focus totally on Katy.

“Oh yes,” she replied turning fully to face her, draping her arm over the back of couch behind Jay. “If I fancy something quieter, I do the booths but if I want a proper shag then I hang around here naked until a good bunch of men are here. Then it’s a big free for all.”

Jay seemed lost for words. She stared at Katy for a while, looking down at her pert, firm tits and at her lacy panties. Katy could sense there was something on Jay’s mind so she leant forward until her nose was almost touching Jay’s and said quietly,

“Does it turn you on hearing that you can get gangbanged here at any time?”

Jay seemed lost for words

“Have you had a gangbang?” Katy asked Jay

“Yes, once,” Jay replied quietly. For a moment I thought she was going to kiss her but Katy moved back and said to us all,

“So, were you the ones fucking each other in the booths? You weren’t in here earlier when I arrived.”

“No, no,” Sara replied. “Me and Jay have been having fun in the booths, the guys just watched.”

Katy looked from me to Manus and asked,

“Okay, which of you was I giving a hand job to earlier?”

“That would be me,” I replied. “But you weren’t alone in that booth, were you?”

“No,” Katy replied leaning forward to address me, “I went in there with two chaps for a threesome but they took a look through the holes and all their attention went on you instead. One guy stood by wanking and waiting his turn and fingering me while the other fucked whichever one of you it was.” She looked from Jay to Sara who indicated it was Jay. “So, I just reached through and found your cock. I had to stop when the guys had finished and wanted to leave. I heard you guys leave and wanted to come out and say hi then, but a cock appeared and, well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do.”

“She certainly does,” Sara said smiling at Katy. Katy turned towards Sara who smiled back. Katy put her hand on Sara’s thigh and asked,

“So, you girls had all the fun while your men watched. Have they not had their fun yet?”

“Not yet,” Sara answered, opening her legs a little, allowing Katy to slowly run her hand up and down. “I will probably be a bit too tired,” she indicated Manus sat behind her, “by the time we get back to our hotel, but I think poor Jay has been shagged too much for poor Steve to get lucky.”

Katy looked around at Jay who was nodding in agreement with what Sara was saying, although her eyes were back to watching the gangbang on the screen again.

Katy leaned forward and said something in Sara’s ear that I couldn’t hear. Sara listened then looked back at Katy smiling and nodding. Katy turned to Jay and whispered in Jay’s ear, “Would you like me to fuck your husband?”

Katy put her hand on Jay’s leg and softly stoked her thigh as she said this. Jay took her eyes off the screen and looked at Katy, her eyes running up and down her body before answering in a whisper,

“Yes, please if you don’t mind. I’m fucked.”

Katy stood up and said to Jay with a cheeky smile, “I bet you are.”

Katy stood up and approached one of the couches in front of us and the screen. She kneeled down and fiddled with it before the back folded down flat to reveal a futon. She turned to us and slowly peeled her panties down to her feet revealing a small, bald cunt, the lips prominent and wet from earlier, exciting activity. She hooked it on her toe and flicked it through the air where Jay put her hand up and caught them. Jay held them for a moment then held them up and pressed them to her face, smelling the odour contained and leaving it there, watching between Katy and the gangbang still playing on the screen.

Manus stood up and started to undress. Taking this as a que, I stood up and did the same until we were both naked. Katy kneeled on the futon and motioned us forward until we were both stood over her. She took Manus’s cock in her mouth and gripped mine, sucking Manus’s helmet while wanking me. She alternated between sucking me and wanking the pair of us for a little while before she laid back on the bed, opened her legs and put two fingers into her cunt. I went down on her, licking her pussy lips and flicking her clit while Manus worked on squeezing her tits, sucking each of her nipples and kissing here.

Her cunt tasted good, a mixture of her own pussy juice and a slight taste of saltiness, no doubt some vestiges of cum that remained from her earlier shagging. I dug my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could reach then inserted a couple of fingers and finger fucked her while nibbling and flicking her clit with my tongue.

She held my head tight there, not wanting me to stop and moaned with delight at each flick of the tongue and thrust of my fingers. Manus held her head down flat and fucked her mouth from behind her head, standing over her and feeding it deep down into her mouth, which made her gag a few times, but to which she didn’t object. She started to hold my head firmer into her cunt and she started to squeal, “”YES, YES, THAT’S IT, DON’T STOP…AAAAHHHHH!”

She clamped my head tight between her thighs as she came and I felt a rush of her juices as her ejaculate started to flow into my open mouth, clamped on to her cunt. I couldn’t move apart from my hands which I reached up and gripped her tits. They were firm, the small nipples enlarged and hard as I pinched them between my thumb and finger. We remained still for a minute before she opened her legs and released my head. She lay on her back panting and getting her breath back before reaching up for both our cocks and slowly wanked us as we stood over her.

She then spun around and, getting on her hands and knees, looked up and asked,

“Okay, who’s first?”

Manus was quicker and he got behind and easily slid his cock into her wide and inviting cunt. I knelt over her head and she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me in time with the motion of Manus who had grabbed her hips and was fucking her from behind. I held on to her head as her tongue rolled around my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. Manus was picking up his pace as he fucked her. We were both knelt either end of her, a cock in each hole and moved with a rhythm with each of Manus’s thrusts. He looked up at me and, putting his hand in the air, high-fived me before picking up his pace again.

The excitement of the evening and the fact he was fucking a young, very pretty girl was too much for Manus and he said in a loud and panicked voice,

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”

Katy pulled my cock from her mouth and said over her shoulder as she gripped on to the sides of the futon,

“Do it, fucking do it!” and he did. His face contorted and he let go of her hips, put his hands in the air and, thrusting in her with a careful rhythm, unloaded his cum into her. Each thrust pumping more and more deep into her willing cunt. Katy’s face was of sheer joy. Her mouth was open and she smiled and panted as she felt his balls unloaded an evenings of frustration into her.

After a few moments, Manus stopped and slowly withdrew his cock, still sticky and shiny with the remains of his load. Katy flipped over on to her back and pulled me down towards her. I went to move up to enter her but she started to push my head down towards her cunt.

“No,” she panted “Clean me first.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I put my lips and tongue to her cunt and caught the cum as it started to slowly trickle out. I lapped it up into my mouth and swallowed, running my tongue around her lips, deep into her hole and down between her arse cheeks where drips of it still remained.

Satisfied I had caught it all, I looked up at Katy and she started to pull me on to her. I lined my cock to her very pen and wet cunt and slowly slid into her, watching the reaction of pleasure on her face as I did so. I held her legs up and started to slowly fuck her and, oh fuck, it felt good. Her cunt was smooth with all the cum she had taken that evening and my cock seemed to glide as I filled her, sliding in and out with a slow rhythm before I started to pick up my pace.

With her legs up on my shoulders I reached down and squeezed her tits, clamping her nipples hard between my fingers and all the while maintaining eye contact, watching as she started to pant with each thrust as I sped up and bucked hard into her. She looked up at me and panted and started to moan louder and louder with each slide of my cock in her. Something in the way she looked up at me made me slow down. She looked up to me with a sense of seriousness in the expression. She reached up and stroked my face and pulled me down to her so we could share a brief, but sensual, kiss. I slowly lowered her legs off my shoulders and laid on top of her, sinking my cock deep into her and looked into her eyes, her face a mere few inches from mine. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me and I responded, my tongue searching her mouth as she did the same. In that embrace I started to slowly fuck her again, getting faster and building up until I was hammering into her, causing her whole body to move deep into the futon.

I can feel my orgasm building and she hers. She looked not my eyes and dug her fingernails into my shoulder and we stayed like that as we both yelled and matched our orgasms together. I started shooting my cum into her, each stroke pumping into her, letting her receive all that I had built up.

We stared into each other’s eyes throughout, not breaking that spell that we were both in as I flowed into her and she released her own juices to mix with my cum in that amazing tight and wet cunt. When I fucked Kylie that morning it had been lust, pure lust with a cunt bent over wanting a cock in it. This was different. There was a slight form of emotion involved and I sensed that she felt the same as we looked into each other’s eyes throughout our orgasm.

I stopped fucking her and we lay there, not moving, just staring at each other. I lowered my face to her and we kissed, tenderly and our arms embraced around each other as our tongues entwined and we held each other tight. We separated and continued staring at each other for a moment. She had felt something pass between us, other than cum. It was like there was a slight bond that we had both experienced, something unspoken. It wasn’t just a fuck; it was a fuck with feeling.

She must have remembered that we were being watched as she climbed out from under me and changed her manner to suit.

“Just what I needed,” she said in a loud voice for everyone’s benefit as she turned to face the others on the couch. She needed have worried. Manus had dressed and was sipping another coffee. Sara was on her knees leaning over the back of the couch and was sucking the cock of a young man who was stood behind and holding her head as he let out gasps while cumming in her mouth. Jay was going through the final throws of an orgasm from where she had been wanking herself from watching us. Her mouth was open and she panted and cried out loud as her hand was up her dress and rubbing frantically on her bare cunt. Her legs were shaking and she let out a final yell as the final throes went through her.

Several men were stood around; some had been watching me and Katy and others watching Jay and Sara. All were either naked or had their trousers down and were all wanking. A couple of woman were at the counter, naked, sipping on cold drinks and had also been watching. It seemed that nobody had made any effort to join in with me and Katy, just content to watch.

Katy cleaned herself up with some toilet roll and together we got dressed and approached the others. Sara sat around on the couch wiping her mouth and Jay was lying still, getting her breath back from yet another orgasm. Manus raised his coffee cup in salute to me and smiled. I gave him a thumbs up back and held me hand out to Jay who, by now, had recovered and she took it to stand. Her legs were wobbly and I had to support her as the five of us made our way to the exit. We thanked Jason who gave us a wave and smile and a quick kiss on the cheek for Katy as she promised to be back soon to discuss putting a fresh lick of paint on the walls.

We slowly descended down the stairs, said goodbye to Kenny and walked out into the fresh night air. It was still warm but not as bad as it was during the day. A fresh breeze was welcome, especially to Jay who welcomed the coolness.

“I’d best be going home,” Katy said, hugging us all and kissing each on the lips. I was last and she lingered a little longer, only brief, but I noticed. “I’ve got to be at the South Bank studios tomorrow morning. New big TV show. Maybe I’ll see you all again here soon?”

I’m not sure who was surprised the most out of me, Manus or Sara when Jay said as quick as a flash, “Definitely. I, sorry, we will definitely be back soon.”

Katy walked off waving as she went, that cute tight arse wriggling, I think, for our benefit.

We slowly walked to a main road and decided to take a cab back to the hotel.

“What are you guys up to tomorrow?” asked Manus as he looked for a passing cab.

“No plans during the day yet, but we are taking Kylie to meet Paul at Waterloo in the evening to act as chaperones.” I replied as a worn-out Jay leaned on me.

“Ah yes,” said Sara giving us a naughty wink. “You’re setting up two people you’ve fucked on a date. Will you let on to either of them what has occurred?”

“I don’t think that’ll be a good idea.” I replied. “Best to let those sleeping dogs lie and let them get to know each other without that hanging around.

“Good move,” said Manus hailing a taxi.

“Shall we meet later, if it goes well for them?”

“Love to,” replied Jay. “Shall we ring you?”

“Of course,” Sara said embracing Jay then giving us a quick kiss as the taxi stopped. “In you get, you need this one more than us.” She almost pushed us into the cab and we waved goodbye as it drove off to our hotel once I had given the destination.

A short while later we were back in our hotel room and I ran a bath for Jay. She was absolutely knackered and almost fell asleep several times as I bathed, dried her, and put her to bed.

Just before I turned off the light I held her and she snuggled into my chest.

“Do you really want to go back there?” I asked quietly. She moved her hand to my cock and gently held it and replied in a sleepy tone,

“Yep. We are definitely going back there.”

With that her hand fell off my cock and she fell asleep. I laid there thinking about why she wanted to go back. I had a feeling that ‘gangbangs’ could be the reason. I had my own agenda for wanting to return.

Katy

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46 year old Jane has her life taken over by the much younger Amanda

Jane was incredibly nervous, pacing back and forth in the shabby motel room. She had drank half a bottle of wine to try and calm her nerves but it wasn’t working. She double checked the envelope to make sure all the cash was in it, and checked her phone for the tenth time. The girl had texted to say she was running late and Jane was worried that something had gone wrong. What if she had told Jane’s husband, or worse, Jane’s daughters?

Two weeks ago, Jane had received an email. She had almost deleted it as spam, but she recognized the sender as Amanda, a girl who had been one of her daughters basketball team before she had graduated a few months ago. The only thing in the email was a picture of the girl wearing only a pair of men’s boxers and a sports bra. Jane nearly had a heart attack. She had been sneaking looks at the teenager for the last couple of years whenever she was at a basketball game or practice but she didn’t think Amanda had noticed. What if she told anyone? As far as the world knew, Jane was completely heterosexual, from a deeply religious family. And not only had she been ogling a woman, it was one of her daughters friends who had only turned 18 three months ago.

Jane immediately deleted the message, and tried to pretend it never happened. Then the next day she got another email from Amanda. This time the picture was of her again in boxers, but now she was showing off her breasts to the camera. Jane didn’t know what was happening. Was the girl sending them to her by mistake? She again deleted the email, but not before saving the picture so that she could look at it again later.

That afternoon while her husband was at work and her daughters were out with some friends, Jane masturbated furiously while looking at Amanda’s picture. She was fascinated by the girl’s large breasts, sitting high on her chest with no sag. Jane herself was unhappy with her small breasts that had never gotten bigger than a b cup, but were somehow still sagging without the support of a bra. Jane didn’t know why the girl was sending her these pictures, and she was disgusting with herself for mastubating to them, but she couldn’t get the image of the teenagers breasts out of her head.

On the third day, Jane eagerly checked her mail, hoping for another picture, but there was nothing. She was crestfallen but it was probably for the best. Amanda must have been sending them to the wrong person, and realized her mistake. Then that night while Jane was making dinner, her phone buzzed to tell her she had a text message and she absently checked it. It was a picture from an unknown number. The picture was Amanda naked except for a harness around her waist, from which protruded a large rubber dildo. The fake penis must have been eight inches long, and was thicker around than Jane’s husband’s penis, which Jane had always thought was a good size.

Jane stared at her phone in shock, completely forgetting about the pasta she was cooking until the pot boiled over. Jane hurriedly put her phone away, and went back to preparing dinner for her husband and daughters. All throughout dinner Jane was distracted thinking about Amanda. What was the girl doing? What kind of twisted game was she playing with Jane? James, Jane’s husband commented that she was acting a little strange and distant, but Jane just said she was coming down with a cold.

When dinner was over, and they were starting to clean up, Jane asked her eldest daughter, Samantha, a question. “Have you heard from your friend Amanda said nice school ended?”

“No, and she’s not my friend. We just played basketball together. I think she’s moving out to San Francisco or something now that she’s told everyone she’s a dyke,” Samantha said. “Why?”

Jane thought fast and stammered a bit as she said, “I heard some rumours is all.”

“Well they’re true,” Samantha said. “She’s a carpet muncher.”

“Language young lady!” James said. “Just because that girl has chosen to go against God’s teachings does not excuse a foul mouth.”

“Sorry dad. I can’t believe she used to watch me shower,” Samantha said with a shudder.

After dinner was finished being cleaned up, Jane went to go take a bath, ostensibly to help with her ‘cold.’ She locked the door to the bathroom and began to run the bath, adding in some Epsom salts. She stripped, and looked at her body in the mirror, even more disappointed than usual now that she had Amanda’s body to compare it to. Her breasts were both flat and sagging, cellulite had collected in her legs and read, and she had a little paunch in the middle marred by stretch marks. She told herself that her crotch at least looked good, with a well maintained tuft of brown hair at the top and everything else bare.

Jane pulled out her phone as she sat down on the toilet to look at Amanda’s pictures again. Without thinking she moved her hand down to her crotch, forgetting that she had started to relieve herself. She quickly pulled the now urine covered hand away, disgusted with herself. She should not be thinking of a teenager in this way, and she certainly shouldn’t be masturbating looking at a picture of one wearing a strapon. Jane wiped herself, washed her hands and got into the bathtub, promising herself that she would delete the photos when she got out, and block Amanda’s number and email address for good measure.

Jane spent a long time in the bath, and was starting to fall asleep when James knocked on the door and asked if she was alright. Jane said that she was just tired, and hurriedly got out of the bathtub and dried herself off. She wrapped herself in a towel and went into their bedroom where she changed into her rather frumpy night gown before crawling into bed. She put her phone on her bedside table as usual, completely forgetting to delete the photos or block Amanda.

Jane was awakened by her phone buzzing with a text at three in the morning. Jane saw it was a text from what she assumed was Amanda’s number. She grabbed her phone and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her husband. When she got into the bathroom she locked the door and looked at her phone.

The text read, ‘Do you like my pictures closet case?’

Jane started typing a response to tell Amanda that she didn’t and to leave her alone. Then she deleted in and typed one that said she did. She deleted that too, then just sat and stared at her phone. After a minute she saw the three dots that showed Amanda was composing a response.

‘I know you’re there slut. Did you like them?’

Jane stared at her phone for another five minutes, before typing simply ‘Yes.’

‘You’ve been checking out my ass for years. I figured I’d finally do something about it.’

‘What do you want? Why are you doing this?’ Jane texted.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

Jane just stared at her phone, trembling. She had no idea what to do.

‘Well? This is your only chance slut.’

Finally Jane managed to type, ‘Yes.’

‘$250 cash. You pay for the motel room. I’ll send you the details in the morning.’

Jane was shaking. What had she just agreed to? Was she really going to pay a girl who had went to school with her daughters for sex? Could she do it? Would she do it? Just as Jane was about to block Amanda’s number and pretend the whole thing had never happened, another picture arrived. It was Amanda’s spread legs, showing off her large red bush, pussy lips and asshole peaking out through the curly hair. ‘Just think about this on your face,’ the text that accompanied the text read.

Before she realized what was happening, Jane’s hand was between her legs, underneath her night dress. She desperately played with herself, thinking of how she could get the money without her husband noticing. Could she actually do this? Pay this classmate of her daughter’s for sex? Jane was stunned out of her self pleasure reverie by another text.

‘Are you playing with your smelly old cunt?’

Jane had always felt she produced excessive moisture, and was acutely aware of its smell. She had always been embarrassed by it it and did her best to clean herself regularly to keep anyone from noticing. James claimed he liked it, that he could always tell when Jane was turned on just by the smell, but Jane hated it. Reading the teenager call her smelly, and using such vulgar words made Jane turn red with embarrassment, but somehow turned her on even more.

Almost of its own volition, Jane’s hand typed out, ‘Yes. I’m very wet.’

‘What is wet whore.’

Jane trembled. ‘My vagina.’

‘What are you, twelve? I asked you what is wet slut.’

Jane wanted to both throw up and to do even nastier things at the same time. ‘My cunt is wet Amanda.’

‘Well stop touching it then. In fact, you are no longer allowed to cum. Not even if you fuck your husbands pathetic dick.’

‘Oh please, please, I want to cum so bad!!!’

‘Too bad dyke. You’re not allowed to cum until you pay me.’

Jane was in near hysterics. She was so close, and wanted an orgasm so badly. Somehow she pulled her hand away from her crotch, and typed, ‘Please let me cum. I’ll pay you. I just need it right now.’

‘You’re a disgusting old dyke and you don’t get to cum until I get my money. I’m going to sleep now, but if you cum I will beat you flat tits until they are black and blue.’

Reading those words Jane almost had an orgasm then and there, but somehow managed to control herself. She didn’t know why she had agreed to not orgasm, to obey and pay this girl, but she couldn’t stop herself. Jane quietly ran the taps of the bathrooms sink with warm water and wetted a cloth. She used the cloth to wipe most of the arousal away from her crotch, careful to avoid her clit so she wouldn’t be tempted to orgasm, and crawled back into bed with James. She spent most of the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking of Amanda.

At around six the next morning, James rolled over, and began to push himself against her. Jane woke up as he did so, but pretended to still be asleep as he put his hand under her sleep dress and began to maul her breasts. When he started pinching and pulling on her nipples, Jane finally said, “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

“Mmm, what’s wrong with a man wanting his wife?” James’ one hand kept playing with Janes nipples and the other moved between her legs. “You’re wet too. I can feel it and smell it.”

Jane was wet, but it was because she had been thinking of Amanda. Of course she couldn’t tell her husband that, so she let him continue to fondle her, tugging on her nipples and running his fingers up and down her crotch.

“Tell me you want it mommy. Tell me you want daddy’s big cock.”

All Jane could think about was Amanda’s strapon, larger by far that James’s penis, but she said, “Oh yes daddy, give me your cock.”

Jane rolled onto her stomach and pulled up her night dress so that she was exposed. James quickly knelt behind her, and pushed himself inside her in one quick motion. While her husband thrust away, Jane began to rub her clit as she imagined being fucked by Amanda, that it was the girl’s cock inside her. Jane was starting to get close, moaning and thrusting back against her husband when he tensed, and Jane could feel his warm cum fill her. When James rolled off her, Jane got up to go wash him out of herself. Remembering Amanda’s threats from the night before, she refrained from playing with herself any more, even though she was desperate for her own orgasm.

When Jane got back to bed her husband was snorting away. She check her phone, but there was still no message from Amanda. Jane was sure she could get the money without her husband noticing, she would just say it was for some charity. She was always getting involved with some charity or another. She kept checking her phone, waiting for the message from Amanda but there was nothing yet. Eventually her husband got back up, gave her a kiss and got ready for work.

Jane was on pins and needles all morning, checking her phone every five minutes. Fortunately her daughters were out with friends so there was no one home to notice her acting strange. Finally at quarter to twelve, the text came in. Jane was to book a room at a crummy little hotel for the night on the following Thursday, one week away. She needed to bring an envelope with $250 in cash. Jane texted back that she understood and would do it.

‘Good girl. Are you home alone?’ Amanda asked her.

‘Yes’

‘Take off all your clothes but your panties’

Jane quickly hurried to obey, excited and nervous. ‘Done’

‘When I give you a task I expect you to send me back picture proof you stupid dyke’

Wondering why she was allowing herself to be treated this way, Jane took a photo of herself standing in the middle of her kitchen wearing only her panties.

‘What pathetic tits. From now on you’re not to wear a bra as you obviously don’t need one,’ came the response.

Janes face burned as she got dressed, this time without a bra. For the rest of the day she was very self conscious of her breasts moving beneath her shirt, her nipples poking out. Before her family came home she changed into a thicker shirt so that her not wearing a bra wouldn’t be as obvious. After dinner she and James were watching TV when her phone buzzed. Jane checked it and saw that it was a text from Amanda.

‘Pull up your shirt and show me that flat chest. You have two minutes’

Jane told her husband she was going to the kitchen to get a drink. She hurried into the other room, and made sure no one could see her. Jane pulled up her shirt and hurriedly took the photo and sent it off to Amanda.

‘Do you want to touch your greedy cunt?’ Amanda texted back.

Jane did more than anything right then. There was something about being demeaned by this young girl that was turning her on more than she had been in years. ‘Yes please,’ she sent.

‘You have two minutes. Take a video. Do not cum.’

Knowing that her husband was busy watching tv and her girls were upstairs, Jane quickly pulled up her long skirt on pushed her panties down around her ankles. She set the phone on the floor and squatted over it so the camera had a good view of her crotch and hit the record button. As soon as the video started she began plunging two fingers in and out of herself. The other hand rubbed madly at her clit and soon she was on the edge of orgasm. In some ways it was a relief when the two minutes were up and she stopped playing with herself as Jane wasn’t sure if she could have stopped herself from orgasming for much longer.

Jane sent the video to Amanda and washed her hands and used a wet cloth to wipe between her legs. When she went back to the den and sat down beside James on the couch he said, “I thought you were going to get a drink?”

“Oh, um, I just drank it in the kitchen,” Jane told him.

That night Jane had trouble sleeping. She badly wanted to masturbate, but she couldn’t bring herself to disobey Amanda. She decided to tell James that she was going to be at a charity event the night she was to meet Amanda, and would be staying with a friend afterwards. In the morning she got dressed as she normally did, forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to wear a bra. When Amanda texted her at noon and ordered her to pull up her shirt, Jane did so. It wasn’t until she saw Amanda typing back that she realized her mistake.

‘Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t allowed to wear a bra?’

‘I’m so sorry! I forgot! I’ll take it off now!’

‘Not good enough. Get naked and go get some clothes pins.’

Jane shuddered, worried about what she was about to do, but she went to the laundry room and stripped. Then she took a handful of clothes pins and sent a picture to Amanda showing her nude and holding the pins.

‘Put one on each nipple.’

Jane hesitated for a few seconds, then decided to get it over with. When she put the first one one she jumped with shock. It hurt more than she was expecting. She tried to be gentler with the other one, but it hurt just the same. She tried to ignore the pain as she took the picture and sent it to Amanda.

‘At least your ugly tits look a bit better now. How do they feel whore.’

Jane thought that since she was going to be paying Amanda for sex, that the girl was the one who was a whore, but she texted back, ‘They hurt. How long do I have to leave them on?’

‘Ten minutes. Maybe next time you’ll remember to get dressed properly.’

Jane put her underwear and pants back on but left her top off. Like most days she was home alone, so she just stayed in the basement away from any windows until the time was up. She was starting to get used to the pain, but it was turning her on. When the ten minutes were up Jane gingerly removed the first pin and let out a yelp of pain. All the blood rushing back into her nipple made it hurt almost as much as when she first put it on. She had to psych herself up to remove the second one. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and Jane massages her breasts for a while before getting dressed, again without the bra.

Amanda left her alone for the rest of the day. Jane wasn’t sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, whenever the girl texted Jane had to do something demeaning. On the other hand Jane was starting to crave the attention and how turned on it made her.

The next morning was Saturday, and her husband and daughters were around all morning. Jane kept waiting for one of them to comment on her not wearing a bra, but none of them seemed to notice. She also told her husband her excuse to be out of the house Thursday night so she could meet Amanda. By the afternoon Jane was starting to worry that something had happened, because Amanda hadn’t texted her yet.

Jane decided to make the first move that day, and pulled up her shirt to take a picture of her braless breasts. She sent the picture to Amanda and waited for a response.

It came fifteen minutes later. ‘At least you can follow instructions today.’

‘Thank you. Is there anything you would like me to do?’

‘When did you last fuck your husband?’

‘We had sex Thursday morning.’

‘Did you cum?’

‘No. You told me not to.’

‘Good slut. Where did your husband cum?’

‘Inside me,’ Jane texted, embarrassed by the interrogation.

‘Which hole stupid.’

Remembering what Amanda had said when she called it her vagina, Jane wrote, ‘My pussy.’

‘Good girls have pussies. Dirty old dykes like you have cunts.’

Jane’s face burned. She hated that word, and always punished her daughters if she ever heard them use it. ‘He came in my cunt.’

‘Do you ever suck your husbands cock?’

‘Not very often. I don’t like it much.’

‘When’s the last time he came in your mouth?’

‘Never,’

‘Then tonight is his lucky night,’ Amanda texted. ‘You’re going to suck his cock until he cums and swallow every drop.’

‘No, please don’t ask me to do that,’ Jane texted. She never liked giving blowjobs anyways, and the thought of having to swallow semen made her stomach turn.

‘I’m not asking. And for that back talk you’re going to be punished. Go to the kitchen.’

Jane hung her head as she walked into the kitchen, already dreading the night. ‘I’m here.’

‘Get a wooden spoon.’

Jane got one of her large wooden spoons out of a drawer and sent a picture of it to Amanda.

‘Strip naked and hit each of your tits five times as hard as you can. Take video.’

‘Ok. Can I do it in the bathroom? My daughters are home,’ Jane sent, trying to calm the panic that the though of her daughters walking into the kitchen and finding their mother naked and abusing her breasts brought on.

‘Fine. I’ll go easy on you this time.’

Jane took the spoon and hurried to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and quickly took off her clothes. She was disturbed to notice a wet patch on her panties as she kicked them off. Then Jane set up her phone to record and took a deep breath. She brought the spoon down hard on her left breast and jumped from the shock and pain. Jane barely kept herself from crying out, but she was afraid of alerting her daughters. She gave her breast the other four strikes, eyes closed against the pain as tears pooled.

When she was done the first five Jane had a wait and catch her breath. Then she steeled herself, switched the spoon to her other hand, and hit herself again and again. She was panting when she was done, but she felt oddly satisfied. She was also extremely turned on and wished she could just play with herself.

Amanda responded to the video that Jane sent, ‘Good job whore. You remember what to do tonight?’

‘Yes.’

‘Tell me.’

‘Give my husband a blowjob and swallow his cum.’

‘Good. And you’re not to let him fuck you or play with your pussy while you do it. You don’t deserve the pleasure.’

Jane typed back, ‘I understand and got dressed. She started drinking wine at about four in the afternoon, wanting to prepare herself for the night. She finished the bottle with dinner and started a second which she got about halfway through by bed, leaving her very tipsy. She changed into her sleep shirt, and crawled under the covers to join James who was already there. He gave her an absent minded kiss and went back to reading on his iPad.

Jane knew if she didn’t do it soon, she wouldn’t be able. She cuddled up to James and began running her hand up and down his legs. He put down his tablet and leaned over to start kissing her. He was soft had first, but as Jane moved her hand over his boxes and opened her mouth for his tongue, she could feel him grow. She began stroking him through his boxers, enjoying the warm thickness in her hand. She pushed down his boxers, freeing his member, and decided that it was now or never.

Jane broke the kiss, and slid down under the blankets until her face was level with James crotch. She began licking up and down his shaft, playing with his testicles a little the way he liked. James moaned when she she took the head into her mouth, and tried to pull the blankets off them to watch. Jane held them down, suddenly shy and wanting some privacy as she degraded herself for Amanda. She kept at it for about five minutes, listening to James moan as she used her mouth on him.

“I want to fuck you,” James groaned.

Jane took her mouth off him for a second, still using her hand to stroke him. “Tonight is just about you. I want to make you cum.”

James groaned when she put her mouth back around his cock and let her continue. He put his hand on the covers over the back of her head, and began trying to push deeper into her mouth. Jane increased the pace with her hand, hoping to make him cum soon. Pretty soon James was close, thrusting against her hand as he held her mouth on his cock. With a final groan he arched his back, and his cum began to fill Jane’s mouth. It was warm, salty and smelled a bit like ammonia with the consistency of snot. Jane felt like she was going to throw up but managed to swallow. There was more than she expected, and she had to keep her mouth on her husbands cock for a good thirty seconds before he stopped. She swallowed one last time, then crawled out from under the covers.

“That was amazing honey, thank you!” James said.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’m going to go brush my teeth now.”

When Jane got to the bathroom she felt like she was going to be sick. She imagined she could feel James’s sperm swimming around in her stomach. She brushed her teeth hard enough to hurt her gums and rinsed out her mouth three times. Then she texted Amanda to let her know it was done. By the time Jane got back to bed, James was asleep.

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Linnea’s roommate doesn’t like her new friend

Chapter 2, In which I fight and make up

I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling when the phone rang. It was too much effort to restrain Stacey when she rolled off the bed, so I went back to fingering my sloppy slit and admired the play of her naked body as she walked across the room. God she was gorgeous, I mused, feeling the passion start to mount inside me again when she turned to blow a kiss before picking up her cell.

She was insatiable, but I’d discovered I could keep up with her. Every orifice in my body ached from being violated with the toys strewn about the bed, some of them larger than any of the men I’d known, but what really got me off was the sly look on Stacey’s face each time she teased another climax out of my trembling body. Well, that or the way she writhed in my embrace each time my tongue found its way into her creaming gash.

“Michael, it’s about time!” Stacey told her caller. I giggled at the thought of her talking to my roommate while I fucked myself on her bed, and she shushed me before walking into the living room. “No, I got past it, no thanks to you. You owe me a coffee after the next meeting.”

Jilling off wasn’t as much fun without an audience, so I reluctantly gave it up and decided to hunt for some food. We’d missed lunch and dinner, and the ice cream we’d played with last night didn’t really count. Still naked, I followed Stacey out into the other room.

“…suspicious killjoy,” she was saying. “No, I promised I wouldn’t do that.” Apparently, Michael was giving her a hard time. It probably was his duty, as her sponsor, and I was glad he was looking out for her, however belatedly. “It’s not like I’m not supposed to have any girlfriends! I needed a friend, and she offered to help.” A low murmur was all I could hear of his voice. “Yes, completely voluntary. I swear it!”

I smirked and then caught sight of the clock. “Oh shit!” I yelped, aghast at the time. The heavy curtains had fooled me into thinking it was early morning, but it was just after noon; I’d lost a whole day! No wonder I was starving! I ran back into the bedroom, looking for my clothes, and trying to calculate in my head. I had maybe three hours to repack my bag with some clean things and leave for the airport in time to catch my flight. “Shit, shit, shit!” I muttered, heading back to the bathroom.

Stacey was off the phone. “Do you have to leave now? It’s raining cats and dogs out there!” She pulled a curtain aside, confirming her statement. As we watched, a stroke of lightning lit up the sky.

“There’s nothing more I’d like to do,” I sighed, “but I have a trip and the traffic will be terrible in weather like this.” I found one of my pumps in front of the refrigerator.

“At least let me call you a cab,” Stacey relented, and started dialing the phone while I dressed.

Finally I was ready to go. “I’m sorry I have to leave like this,” I told her. “I had a really good time.”

She smiled. “So did I. You’ll see me when you come home, right?” Her look made my knees feel weak.

“Try and keep me away!” I laughed, and then we were kissing again, as if it were the first time. Our bodies ground against each other, and it was nearly impossible to force myself to end it and walk away. I took the elevator down, but still felt out of breath when I reached the sidewalk.

The rain was sheeting out of the low clouds, but the cab was there and I dashed through the downpour to the relative safety of the back seat. The traffic was as bad as I’d feared, and I think we nearly got into accidents twice because the cabbie kept looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I walked into the apartment feeling a little bit like a drowned cat.

“Linnea? Is that you?” Michael called from his office. “Jesus Christ! Can’t you turn on your phone? I’ve called you like a million times!”

“It is on, and hello to you too,” I snarled, still in a bad mood. I opened my purse again and dug past the wallet and candle to find my phone. “Okay, so I did have it off, duh,” I admitted, thumbing the power button and watching the little logo appear. “What did I miss, besides the flood?”

“It’s no joke, Linnea; I was worried about you. I had no idea where you–” he walked into the living room and stopped dead at the sight of me.

“What?” I asked, wishing the rain hadn’t matted down my hair so much.

“You were with her,” Michael said flatly. “Christ, Linnea, I told you to stay away from these people!”

“What?” I repeated, offended. “You mean Stacey?” His eyes hardened. “She needed help and you weren’t around. Nothing happened! What business is it of yours how I spend my weekends?”

“Look at yourself,” he said, sounding tired. “Just look, in the mirror.”

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, then set my open purse on the counter so I could try to tease out the curls in my hair; the weather hadn’t completely killed them. “Is it about the haircut? It looked better, dry.”

“Keep looking.”

I blinked, and suddenly everything was different; I gasped with surprise. Instead of my silk blouse, I was wearing a really tight black knit mock turtleneck. It was so thin that it was effectively transparent, especially wet, and I could see every curve of my breasts, areolae, and hardened nipples.

My skirt was absurdly — no, obscenely — short, riding low on my hips and barely wider than the heavy link belt draped around it. The lips forming the “O” of surprise in the mirror were a glossy fire engine red I’d never seen before — at least since I’d graduated from high school. I knew I didn’t own any eyeliner; Stacey must have applied it.

“Oh my God!” I grabbed a tissue and scrubbed at my mouth, removing most of the color. Throwing it in the trash, I pulled out a lipstick, but forced myself to stop when I saw it was the same color I’d just removed.

“That’s it, Linnea!” Michael encouraged me. “Keep fighting it. You can do it; she only had you for two days!”

“You mean one day,” I absently corrected him, staring at myself again in the mirror. No wonder the cabbie had almost killed us — I was fucking hot!

Michael shook his head gently. “Two days; this is Monday. Don’t think about sex. Talk to me.”

I leaned heavily on the counter, stunned. Monday? I felt disconnected from everything. “Monday?” I asked again, aloud. “Shit! I’m supposed to be in Boston today! Harris is going to kill me!” My mind raced, trying to think of some way out of this terrible situation, while my finger traced idle designs on the countertop.

“You’re in luck,” Michael chuckled. “This front came in yesterday afternoon, and the thunderstorms haven’t really let up since then. The airline called to say your flight was canceled, and I bet you couldn’t get out today, either. Don’t worry about any of that. Concentrate on yourself; keep talking.”

“What happened to me?” I wailed, looking at myself again in the mirror. “I thought you were the sex addict, not me.” I almost thought I could feel my nipples stretching beneath my gaze, so like Stacey’s… I turned away from the mirror and leaned against the counter. Michael’s eyes turned aside and I realized I’d propped a foot against the cabinet under me, flashing him with my bald pussy.

“Well, I’m not! A sex addict, I mean. What did Stacey do to me?”

Michael sighed heavily. “I’m not a sex addict either, Linnea. You didn’t need to know this before, but I’m in Mind Controllers Anonymous.”

The thought was so outrageous that I couldn’t help laughing. “What, you have a group to help you not make people do things? Can I join?” I’d be able to see Stacey at the meetings, I carefully did not say; Michael’s sense of humor seemed to be entirely absent.

“I’m not joking! Listen to me, Linnea; you need to take this seriously.” A pained expression crossed his face. “And can you please stop doing that?”

With a start, I realized that not only hadn’t I lowered my leg, I’d been fingering myself too — right in front of Michael! I’m sure my face went beet red. “Oh God, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I wasn’t sure what was worse; that I’d been exposing myself to him like that, or that my finger was gleaming with my arousal.

My foot fell to the floor with a thud and I whirled around, both to wash my hands and so I didn’t have to look at him while I regained my composure. Not only was my finger shamefully wet, there was a stray hair tangled around the tip.

With a grimace of distaste, I flicked the brown curl onto the small black tea candle flickering on the counter next to my purse, and then pumped copious squirts of liquid soap onto my hands.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Linnea,” Michael reassured me; he had to speak up to be heard over the running water. “You’re the victim here. There are resources, people that can help you; but you need to be strong.” He paused for a moment before asking, “Is something burning?”

“Just a little incense candle,” I replied, turning off the water and drying my hands. “It does smell nice, doesn’t it?” It was a deep primal scent, of desire, of physical rut. It made me want to fuck something, preferably Stacey.

“It smells like burning hair,” Michael groused suspiciously. “Where did you get it?”

“I thought it was yours,” I answered, feeling confused. We looked at each other, and then somebody knocked on the door.

Michael looked like he was about to say something, but then just shook his head. “I’ll get it. Why don’t you go change out of those clothes before you freeze to death?”

“Good point,” I agreed. If it was somebody I knew, I didn’t want them to see me like this! I scampered for my room and pushed the door closed.

Whoever our caller was, Michael evidently let them in because I heard voices in the living room. A female voice, in fact. My heart started racing when I recognized Stacey’s tone. I had to see her!

They were standing there talking to each other. “It wasn’t any trouble,” Stacey said. “You said you wanted to see me, Michael; ‘when my sponsor asks, I must obey’, right?” I could hear the humor in her voice.

They both looked at me as I padded up. “I guess you two already know each other,” Michael sighed.

I just nodded. Stacey, apparently more resistant to his quelling expression, gave me a great big kiss. The way her hand ran down my bare flank and squeezed my butt raised goose bumps on my arms and made my breasts ache. I sneaked a peek at him when we broke for air, but he didn’t seem to be upset — just puzzled.

“Michael’s told me a little about you, Linnea,” Stacey told me with a warm smile. “He’s lucky to have you around to help him.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, before attempting to return to whatever they’d been talking about before. “But look, Stacey, I wanted to talk to you because I have a problem with you, um…”

“I know,” Stacey spoke up, taking control of the conversation. “Of course you have a problem, you idiot!” She gave me a quick grin. “Look, maybe I’m out of line because I’m not your sponsor, but Karen is an idiot, too! And I’m not saying that just because I think she’s a frigid bitch. You cannot remain celibate for over two years and expect not to have a problem.”

Wow. I felt a wave of sympathy. I knew Michael had taken Peter’s death badly, but — nobody? I didn’t think I could go two days without getting some, much less two years.

“I don’t think,” Michael started to say.

“Really,” snarked Stacey; I stifled a giggle. “Don’t get hung up on the program, okay? Look; Linnea helped me, and I think she could help you with your problem, too. She’s a good friend.”

“I’d love to help,” I gushed, feeling bad for not having done more for him already. “What can I do?”

“The trick is to work with your body instead of fighting it,” Stacey explained. “You need to start by getting comfortable.”

“What’s the point?” asked Michael. He sounded dubious, but didn’t hesitate to push down his sweatpants and step out of them. I was already naked, so I just stood there and casually examined his limp cock. My first impression was that it had been a waste to keep it out of circulation for so long.

“Just relax, and remember your time with Peter. You two were really into each other, weren’t you?”

“Oh yeah.” Michael let out a deep breath, and his penis stirred. “Not at first, but” — he looked at me apologetically — “I fixed him.” His organ started inflating rapidly at the words.

I laughed at the idea, a bit breathlessly. “You couldn’t make him be gay, Michael. He had to be attracted to men already; he just fell for you, that’s all. I’d sit on that cock!” I clapped a hand over my mouth, embarrassed at my forwardness.

“It’s okay to be human,” soothed Stacey; I wasn’t sure which of us she was addressing. “Remember how you felt with him, how right it was?” She was holding one of her toys; it was a life-size black cock, mounted on a sturdy handle, and its contours glistened with lube.

Memories of the feel of it inside me prompted me to start producing my own lube. It felt like it would be rude to masturbate during such a delicate moment, so I crossed my arms in front of me and surreptitiously thumbed my nipples.

“Relax,” she whispered, and positioned the tip of the phallus between Michael’s cheeks. With a strength I wouldn’t have expected from her slight frame, she smoothly buried the black dildo inside his trembling body.

He made a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. “Peter!”

“Let go of your problems,” urged Stacey, beginning to pump him with long steady strokes. “Listen to your body.” She caught my eye and gestured to his fully engorged cock.

I scrambled to comply — not like I wasn’t going to get something out of it too — and fell to my knees so I could take him in my mouth. I admit I’d thought once or twice about what it might be like, but Michael didn’t give me time to enjoy it.

I’d barely matched his rhythm when he cried out and blew two years of pent-up spunk into my mouth, leaving me coughing and dripping semen. It wasn’t as nice as eating out Stacey.

Michael and Stacey looked down at me when I started giggling. I tried to explain, but couldn’t get the words out. Apparently my family were late bloomers — I’d come to the realization I was lesbian, or at least bisexual, about the same age Peter had been when he’d come out of the closet. And how ironic was it for two lesbians to help a gay guy get his rocks off?

“This isn’t right,” Michael gasped. It so closely mirrored my thoughts that it startled a laugh out of me that turned into a brief fit of coughing.

Stacey started working him with the dildo again. “Then step back from it and just don’t think for a little bit,” she suggested. He went cross-eyed for a moment, then sighed and gazed sightlessly over my head.

His cock hadn’t lost any firmness after the first orgasm, but I decided I’d lost my taste for sperm. It wasn’t right to leave him hanging, so I reached out and started giving him a hand job; there was plenty of lubrication. My free hand drifted south so I could give myself some much-needed relief.

“Good girl,” Stacey whispered huskily in my ear. I hadn’t realized she’d moved, but she was crouched behind me. Michael was impaling himself on the dildo, much more urgently than Stacey had been, and grunting with each thrust. “It’s so important you help Michael the way you helped me, Linnea.”

I nodded, knowing she was right. “I won’t let you down — either of you.” I stood up, still holding his cock, and looked Michael full-on. “C’mon, Batman; let’s move this to the bedroom.” I didn’t know the story behind the nickname, but Peter had used it often, doubtless an inside joke.

“Peter?” Michael asked plaintively, looking right through me as if my brother’s ghost stood behind me, rather than Stacey. He started churning the cock in his ass even harder, but followed me when I tugged gently on his organ and led him to his bedroom.

I wasn’t sure what to say, but apparently the sight of me — or was it my brother? — kneeling on his bed needed no explanation. Michael fell on me like a madman, splitting my ass and filling my rectum with his cum-slicked manhood. He reamed my back door like his life depended on it, and maybe it did.

My chute was still tender, but I started heating up with a little help from my finger. Then I thought about how pleased Stacey would be that I was helping Michael, and I started cumming like a firecracker.

He must have had a lot of pent-up energy, because it was dark by the time I finally pulled free and swayed to my feet. Michael lay sprawled on his bed, the dildo’s handle still sprouting from his butt, and I was almost sure I could feel a breeze through my gaping, leaking rosebud.

I staggered back to my own bedroom, and found Stacey stretched out naked on my bed, surrounded by the contents of my purse and wallet.

“Poor Linnea,” she smiled, “you look like you’ve had a hard afternoon. I rebooked you on the 8 AM flight tomorrow morning. Now come and get that nasty taste out of your mouth.” She spread her legs in invitation, and I suddenly realized I wasn’t nearly as tired as I’d thought.

I extended my tongue and let her gentle hands guide me to where I was born to be.

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