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From a friend.

I have been extremely busy here as of late so I haven’t been able to write much. I am currently working on the next installment of “The Goth” and three other series that I think you will enjoy. However I have been given some stories from a friend of mine that wants to know what you think. Here is the third. Bedtime Story.

Sara smiled as she watched the pair of them leave on whatever adventures he had planned for them before turning her mind back to the task at hand. Even if she had seemed to just let it go in one ear and out the other she had taken every command to heart he had given her and she would make sure she completed them to the best of her ability, but for now she had to finish this up first. Knowing Erica was doing a perfect job in order to earn her reward she smiles that much more as she pulls on the strings to make their servant’s rear lift even more in the air, making her cry out even more because it gave Erica that much more access and the pulling on the chains and ribbons pulled at varous parts of her body though the rings and piercings giving her the pleasurable pain she so enjoyed.

Erica works diligently on the girl’s pussy and anus making sure it would perfectly cleaned and there for pleasing to Master and if Sara so desired she would do this daily to keep the girl in such a way. She didnt need to be told not to say the servants name anymore since the only ones she did speak were His as Master and Sara’s as Mistress, when she spoke at all in the home. She had learned her role well and knew that pets such as her and Anita did not need to speak unless spoken to. The only other times were in public when they were coming across more of a normalish family but never even seeing them could they be considered normal at least not together.

The servant once known as Tina knew nothing of who that person was anymore, she was Their servant and nothing more, nothing less, that was just who she was now. Even as she cries out in pleasure and pain as Erica works her tongue repeatedly over her sensitive and sore entrances even biting and pulling at the clit ring to change up the sensations, and as Sara worked the corset strings causing her to move only as she wishes, as well as pulling on the chains to her piercings she tenses and and trembles as more and more pleasure storms her body. It wasnt the same as his cock taking her roughly in the ass but exciting and pleasurable in its own right. It hits her suddenly as it always does, hard and fierce, her pussy tightents around Erica’s delving tongue as she cums, her pussy spasming again and again as Sara pulls harder on the chains and corsets making the actions harsh just to add to her pleasure. Her cries fill the bathroom and echos around the other empty rooms up the private upstairs as she screams out her body trembling against the side of the tub where she is being held in postion. Even as she begins to come down Erica contintues to clean her new excitement from her pussy and her upper thighs where the power of her orgasm and Erica’s tongue working in her had made it drip from her.

Sara reaches down and runs her fingers through Erica’s hair before grasping it to pull her away from the servants ass and pussy so she didnt have to clean her once more but instead to rinse the girl’s off once more. Having Erica stay put for the time being as she leads the servant to the bedroom to have her lay on the edge of the sprawling king size bed that was in the bedroom, cooing to her to rest for a bit as she goes back to tend to Erica who waited paitently still in the bathroom. Smiling once more she strips Erica out of her puppy suit, checking her over throroughly even making her lean over the tub so she could give her a minor inspection. Running her fingers into her pussy and then her anus to be sure she was not only as sensitive as Master would wish but also being sure there was no damage or any abnormalities to be concerned over. It wasnt a thorough inspection but good enough for her to continue with the girls reward. She had thought of bathing Erica first but deemed it pointless at this time just taking a damp cloth running it over her body in a ‘Bird bath’ type deal. Even as Sara had checked her Erica had whimpered and moaned quietly,pressing back into her fingers pressing the issue wanting more even if it was just a minor inspection, she always wanted more, needed more. When Sara stopped and gave her a quick wipe down she pouted a bit which earned her a slap to her bottom to make her behave once more. “Nuhuh, you want your reward you be a good girl now.” Which was enough to make Erica behave not wanting to loose the reward she had happily even enjoyed working for. “Yes, Mistress.” She answered quietly even if she had let her tone get more sultry in her want and need. One satisfied with her care and behavior Sara retrieved a light collar and chain leash and placed it on Erica letting her know just because Master was not here it did not mean her role would change any and lead her to the bedroom, with Erica on her hands and knees.

Once there she tugged on the leash to have Erica sit on the foot of the bed or more lay on it like a puppy curling up as she went to check on Their Servant. Seeing her almost asleep from the vigrous activities of the afternoon she smiles even more pulling on the chains to shift her more to the corner of the bed leaving the middle and ends open. She wasnt going to deprive her of the show if she could keep her eyes open. Satisifed with the current arrangement Sara moves to the closet to get some ropes to use on Erica, Erica’s gaze following her ever move and step from moving the girl to going to the closet and returning. Sara rembembered from Anita how extreme this could be and she was going to use the ropes to keep the girl in place for the toy to abuse her body, much as Master had the girls. Tossing the ropes on the bed she reaches for Erica’s leash once more, keeping it held where the girl had to crawl up the bed on her hands and knees to the center, before hooking the end of the leash in a hook at the head of the bed smiling more and more. Sara decided she was going to change it up just a bit knowing Master wouldnt mind once her learned of it and her plans, for all she knew he had cameras around the place so he could keep an eye on what was his when he was away. Half crawling onto the bed now as big as the bed is, she reaches over and catches the leash right at the ring on her collar and pulls her hard down on the bed, the corner of her lip quirking up just a bit as Erica collapsed with her face against the sheets leaving her hips in the air. Taking up one of the pillows from the head of the bed she tucks it under Erica’s hips before sliding off the bed once more to take her feet and pull them out from under her. With the pillow under her hips, even though Sara had pulled her flat down, it kept her hips and but in the air slightly exposing her to Sara as she then spread Erica’s legs out on either side of her.

Looking Erica over for a moment Sara grins a bit more quite pleased with the current position and she planned on keeping Erica in that pose until she was done. Hitching her sundress up just a bit she practically crawls over the top of Erica pressing down against her back, her own knees between the girl’s legs as she purred in her ear. “Now you will stay just like this and not move until you cannot move on your own little pet.” Erica shivers a bit at the purr in her ear nodding carefully as not to bump Sara’s face as close as it was, feeling Sara’s body pressing hers down more into the bed and on the pillow for a moment. “Yes, Mistress.” As much as their Master had been gone, he hadnt really seen how well Sara had moved into her roll, unless he did indeed of course have cameras around their private domain. “Good little horney bitch, you have earned your reward for following Master’s wishes and cleaning our servant well.” Slowly moving off of Erica letting her body brush against hers as she did, she reaches for the ropes once more and slides off the foot of the bed.
Starting at her hands, she binds both of Erica’s wrists securely together, but not tight enough to do any damage to her, depending on how hard the girl ended up pulling against her binds of course. She then pulls the up above her head to secure them into a ring placed in the wall there securing it tightly as well, even pulling on it roughly to check the hold. Moving then she moves back to Erica’s legs gathing up another piece of rope binding her ankle with it, shifting the servant a bit more she brings it to one corner of the bed tieing it off to a ring underneath once more checking the hold before doing the same with the other, leaving Erica’s ass in the air a bit from the pillow, arms bound above her head and her legs spread eagle tied to where the girl barely had any wiggle room to move. Smiling brightly at her work so far she takes the final piece of rope mimickign what she had seen him do before and ran it around and under Erica’s upper body above and below her breaths before taking the ends and running them under the bed to secure her even further tieing them together. She grins as she moves back to the closet getting a couple toys from it, one the machine that would be used to fuck her silly, a ball gag to stifle her cries, and a smaller dildo she would attach to the other device to use it her anus. Smiling happily at her plan she moves back to Erica’s head to place the ball gag in her mouth.
Erica had obiediently moved and allowed Sara do place her as she wished on the bed as she bound her making it almost impossible for her to move more than maybe an inch in any direction and that would cause the ropes to bind a bit on her breasts though not as tightly as it would have if Master would have done the figure eight on her just the pressure of the ropes on either side of her breasts. She whimpers a bit when Sara comes back around to her head with the ball gag, all of it so far making her extremly excited to the point she was already becoming wet in expectation for the fun to come even if she did not know about the addition to the device Sara was going to use on her. When Sara brings it to her mouth she opens it taking the ball into it and holding it with her teeth as Sara runs the straps to the back of her head to hold it in place. Once secured Sara runs her fingers through Erica’s hair leaning in to kiss her cheek ever so sweetly before disappearing from Erica’s sight once more.

From her spot on the bed the servant watches not making a move or sound except with Sara had her move once more, now position between the ropes going across the bed and one of the ropes securing her leg. She herself was physcially and mostly mentally exhausted from having her body heavily used and the rest of who she was stripped completely from her mind, but even in her current state she was ready at any given time for Mistress to request her help with the pet. Her half closed eyes watching everything as it took place. But it seemed that Sara did not need her assistance at this time, but the scene itself still making her body react a bit even as sore and used as she was especially the thoughts of the ropes binding her breasts.

Sara herself had moved back around to kneel on the foot of the oversized bed between Erica’s legs running her nails lightly along her bare thighs on the
outside then along the backs to the inside to rub her pussy massagingly smiling more feeling the dampness that was already forming on her petals making her lick her lips just a bit. She couldnt resist the urge to lean down and in to run her tongue along then between her petals letting it flick off the clit ring he had added the night he gave them his mark on their ankles making Erica whimper past the gag and her hips jerk a bit in need, her position making it that much easier for Sara to tease her a bit, Sara’s hair moving along Erica’s legs lightly making her twitch and squrim against her binds as it seemed to tickle even while Sara’s tongue teased her pussy. Sara purrs a bit as she slips her tongue inside the girls entrance tasting her making the girl squirm more in need trying to move towards her mouth, but the way she was tied not letting her making the teasing even more fun for Sara who had all the control on how much she got. Pulling back from her pussy Sara reached for the smaller dildo and ran it inside Erica’s pussy and along her walls coating it nicely in her excitement. Sara’s tongue and then the toy had the girl whimpering and moaning around the the ball in her mouth even making her bite down on it as Sara pumped the toy inside of her, it wasnt as big as what was to come but it was much more filling than Sara’s petite tongue. Sara was coating it knowing unlike the servant Erica couldnt hand a good dry fuck as Master had done to her her earlier, and once she had it coated nicely she pulled it from her leaving Erica squirming and whimpering in need trying to move for Sara to push it back into her pussy unsuccessfully. Erica suddenly gasps out as Sara runs it from her pussy up between her cheeks to her dark start slowly pressing and working it into her anus, opening her slowly to take the toy into her making her cry out around the gag until her body became more adjusted to it. Sara left it in her anus as Erica tried to shift about, her dark start tightening around it then loosening more as if trying to expel it as Sara quickly crawled across the bed to the side table extracting a tube of lube knowing she didnt want Erica’s excitement to wear off and end up leaving the girl raw and in pain. Pulling it from her after making sure she was opening up a bit Sara coats the smaller dildo in the lubricant before attaching it to the device holding the much larger dildo. Looking up and across the girls back to where her face was Sara smiles again purring out. “Hope you are ready for a fun ride my horney little bitch.” Even before Erica could even think about responding even with a nod, Sara pushes the tip of the bigger toy into Erica’s pussy making her whimper out. Pumping it bit by bit at first Sara puts more and more of the toy into her before the tip of the smaller reached her rear entrance once more, the in a slow steady push she presses both fully and completely into her pussy and anus making Erica cry out around the gag and squirm more against her bindings.

Setting the device up to where it would hold its postition on its own Sara turns it on low at first having it pump into her almost tenderly causing Erica to moan more , her hips trying to move as if she were riding both toys at the same time. Slowly notch by notch Sara turns it up until it is fucking Erica hard and fast making her moan and cry out, the soudns being muffled by the gag.

Erica moans as Sara starts with the dildo in her pussy the feeling of it filling her tight wet walls sending a wave of desire through her already hot body each pump of it making her needier. The sudden fill of the second dildo pressing against her anus made her whimper then moan out at it pushed and filled her anus in time with the other until both filled her entrances deeply. She heard the hum as Sara turned it on once it was deep in her, her hands curling up sending her nails even if short cut for the mitts dig into her palms as she tries to move with it, against it, her hips moving as much as they could as it began fucking her making her cry out more and more. The double penetration pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Sara spanks her making her but jiggle then rubs the sting out as tremors move through Erica’s body, Sara quite enjoying the show before her, even at first running her own fingers between her legs to tease and rub her own pussy, even that part of Master’s list of commands staying fresh in her mind, making her whimper even as she watched.

Sara looks over at the servant deciding she had plenty of time at the moment to rest and sent her after her own toy that he had gotten her so long ago that she had almost forgotten about until she watched both toys being pumped into Erica’s ass hard and fast from the device no longer needing her to control unless she since she had set it to randomly change its pace even to add vibrations to it randomly. All of which was making Erica cry out as Sara practically climbed over her pressing her body against hers as she took a nip at her neck right above the collar she had placed on her, before moving off to the side where she could lean back and into Erica from the side, but sitting up for the moment as she waited for their servant to return with her favorite toy. Just as the girl returned Sara had pulled her sundress up and over her head dropping it off the side of the bed to leave herself bare as well, having been the only one in of the three remaining girls to be dressed or be pleasured that day. Leaning back into Erica or more over her back she could feel the jerks and twitches of the pets body as her need grew and grew, felt her pulling on her bindings which just made Sara all the needier herself.

Parting her legs and pushing up a bit so that she balanced on Erica’s back holding the girl down that much more she motions for the servant to use her own vibrating dildo on her, gasping out as first the dildo slide into her tight wet pussy, staying tighter from not being used as much as the others so that when he did use her she wouldnt be as formed to him as they might be. Feeling the prong press against her dark start she whimpers out shifting more so that the servant would press it more into her ass just to moan out as it fills her anus and the other prong comes in contact with her clit. The servant having an understand of the toy turns the vibrator on then making Sara moan and whimper out even as she feels Erica’s body tense when she releases beneath her back.

Erica feels Sara moving about her body from behind making her jump and cry out at the light nip to her neck before she feels her position herself at her side, turning her head to watch as Sara’s nude form comes into view, the toy pumping into her entrances pushing her hard and fast towards her release, she cant take her eyes off the pair as the other girl comes back with the toy and Sara moves to balance on her back pressing her more into the bed even while her hips shift up lettting the devce move deeper into her own pussy. Watching as well as feeling just turned Erica on that much more as the servant began using the vibrating dildo on Sara causing her to cum hard and fast, the dildo pumping into her pussy making her excitement drip onto the sheets below her pussy.
The servant happily went and retrieved the toy to use on her Mistress knowing she was also following her Master’s orders as well helping Sara please herelf as to his wishes. She works the toy into Sara’s pussy and anus turning the vibrator on to make it all the more pleasurable, her own determination to serve them both making her work hard and fast to make sure her Mistress came and came again.

Feeling Erica’s release beneath her as well as the servant fucking her with her own toy, Sara reaches up and teases her own breasts and nipples, pinching and pulling at them bringing them to hard little nubs adding to her own desire and need. The feeling of the girl working the toy into her hard and fast soon leaves her moaning and crying out reaching for her own release as she still feels Erica trembling beneath, hearing her cries past the gag just adding to the erotic scene as she is forched to climax again beneath her. The device never letting her come completely down from each high of ecstacy, just makes Sara cum quicker and harder, her excitement dripping from her own pussy as the servant continues to working the vibrator into her pussy and ass, changing pace sometimes holding it still inside of Sara so the prong can slap her clit constantly pushing her towards a second release which she doesnt have until she feels Erica tensing beneath her back for a third time.

She motions for the servant to stop them, slowly bringing her down from her release, making her body tremble from aftershocks until she finally removes it from her and sets it aside. Without Sara indicating it but knowing how her Master had commanded such things before she leans into to clean the excitement from Sara’s pussy and thighs with her mouth and tongue, taking her time until every last bit of evidence is gone making Sara whimper and moan as she does until the last reminants of her ecstasy is gone from her body. Slowly sitting up she strokes the servants hair for just a moment before turning some to Erica looking down at her ecstasy filled, dazed as the device pushes her into another release them almost becoming constant now as her body withers in pleasure. After watching her face after the last release she moves back over her slowing the toy down to bring her down bit by bit before finally pulling it from her pussy and anus. Looking over at the amount of excitement on the sheets from Erica she smiles once more from her own release and knowing the girl had gotten a just reward for her actions. Handing the device to the servant to go clean along with her own toy, she moves to unbind Erica letting the girl curl up and rest a bit, curling up next to her laying her head on Erica’s side. When the servant returns she motions her over with them to cuddle and relax as she starts to drift off, in the back of her mind thinking it would be a good time to take a nap before finshing up the day with dinner and proper baths for her and Erica.

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Exiled for love, Ragini will find it in her new home. But…

The mélange of smells from within my shop wafted out to greet me when I opened the door. I breathed deep letting the damp smell of the city streets–a wet mixture of rain, exhaust and humanity–be washed away. As always the comforting scents of my shop reminded me of my home, my so far away home of Sikar. Specifically my Nani’s house, when the summer rains were heaviest and we would spend the day inside talking about her childhood and relatives so long ago passed away. Family that lived now only in her memories.

Turning on my small electric kettle, I let water heat for Assam tea. Then I turned on some soft music. It drowned out the sounds of the morning coming awake outside, and helped to add to the feeling of being back in India. That was the only thing about my shop I don’t care for, the sounds of passing traffic. At times it is intrusive.

Taking out two bowls from the heavily decorated cupboard, I looked at the brown paste under the plastic wrap. The work of a few hours it was a smooth greenish brown, and when I peeled back the plastic the wet herbal “hay scent” of my henna paste flooded me with even more memories.

Sadly, I was having a lot of those this morning.

Memoires of my older sister, the day before her wedding, her sitting with our mother and our nani, each woman working an arm. The intense concentration on my mother’s face as she tried to do half as well as the shaky brown-stained hands of her mother. A mehndi artist of legendary skill was my nani. Gathered around them like multiple colorful birds were my cousins and sisters, watching the two family matrons applying a traditional bridal design as eagerly as myself. More so, since some of them were closer to marriage age than I had been. I had simply enjoyed seeing the designs appearing on my sister Belindi’s hands and feet.

With practiced hands, I filled my henna cones; hands at work while my thoughts wandered down lost roads. Back to the times before … before …. Pushing those dark thoughts back into the shadows, I listened to the music. Sonam Kapoor’s silky voice making me smile and blink away a stray tear.

Outside, I heard a car pull up and the motor goes silent. With a momentary clinch of hands that wanted to shake and a deep breath to calm nerves, I tried to prepare myself for this day. Mentally. Why, oh why had I agreed to do this? And how was I going to make it through without giving myself away?

The smiling face on the other side of the glass door was my answer to those questions. For that smile, I would do anything.

Anything.

Going to the door, I put on a happy smile to match hers. Not that I was feeling it.

“Morning, Ragini! I brought beignets.” Madeline spun into the room in her normal whirlwind. “I figured the ones waiting could do with something to snack on.”

The smell of fried dough tried to fight against the scents of my shop but incense, herbs, fragrant oils, spices and henna paste are tough opponents. France versus India, a history recreated in scent. I hid a chuckle at that thought as Madeline rambled on.

“Tasha said she would be here by 9:00. Jen said it will be noon before she can make it, and Angela should be here soon.” She sat the white box of pastry down, looked around my shop at the various things that must be so foreign to her and so homelike to me. “I love the changes you’ve made.”

“Thanks.” I looked her up and down. “Nervous?”

“Ah, yes. Extremely.” Madeline shook her head. “How could I have ever let Jim talk me into this madness?”

“Look on the bright side, a Nude Day wedding means you’re saving a fortune in tuxes and gowns.” I let my eyes drop to her feet and slowly back up to her eyes.

“Oh, god! I want to blush to my toes every time I even think about it.” She blushed just to prove that point.

I giggled at her even as I felt my heart flutter and my palms dampen at the imagined image she was going to present, both at her wedding and here in my shop in a few minutes.

“So this will really take all day?” she asked, putting her purse down on my counter. “All day?”

“Every bit of it.” I gave her an apologetic shrug. “The longer the paste stays on, undisturbed, the darker the final images will become.”

Her shoulders slumped a little. “Well, what’s one more day naked this week? Okay, I guess we can get started on me then. Um … do I need to be naked at first?”

“Might as well be.” Oh, how hard it was to hide my eagerness to see her naked behind a bored professionalism. “I don’t want to damage anything later trying to get your clothes off.”

She sighed. “Okay … um, bathroom?”

Smiling at her modesty, I pointed towards the back of the shop. While she bustled off, I finished the last of my henna paste applicator cones. Laying them out, one by one, on a glass topped tray that would not stain. A dozen wooden skewers and some large Q-tips, I use for blended shading, I placed close by. Then I sat waiting for Madeline to find her courage and come back out. Not that I’m at all sure I would be any better if it was me who had to appear before her naked. In a situation like this. But then I’ll never be in a situation like this. Never. Never, ever. Never ever the nervous bride ….

A tap at the glass front door startled me. Angela was there, waving a Starbucks cup teasingly at me. I unlocked the door and let her in.

“Morning, lovely. I hoped I would get here first. Here you go.” She handed me the brown-sleeved cup.

Smiling, I took the coffee and inwardly sighed for my tea. “Your about ten minutes late then. Don’t worry it won’t take me too long.”

“Right. The blushing bride is going to be the tough one, right? She gets all the heavy henna. We silly bridesmaids get the decorative nipple hiding stuff.” Angela looked over my shop for a moment. “Let me guess, she went into the bathroom?”

I nodded, sharing a smile with the freckled redhead. She rolled her eyes.

“Maddy! Get your pale, pasty-looking body out here!” Angela walked to the bathroom door and tapped on it with one of her heavy rings hard enough to make me wince. “Some of us are not getting married this week.”

I giggled at the scared squeak from the other side of the door. When it opened, and Madeline gave Angela a nasty look, I couldn’t hide my smile. With her shirt covering her breasts and half-hiding her sex from my view, Madeline started to walk to the padded stool I was pointing too, then raced back into the bathroom when there was another tap on the glass front door.

Tasha was earlier than nine.

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If my afterlife was not already destined to be spent in Yama’s realm then the next few hours would have sent me there. Oh, it was with such hidden delight that I was soon the only woman in my shop with clothing on.

It took the combined efforts of Angela, Tasha, and myself to talk our reluctant friend out the shop’s bathroom.

I had to keep my eyes and mind on what I was doing once I started to lay down the patterns of henna. But my eyes would drift to the dark patch of hair she was trying to hide with the hand I was not working on. I looked over the top of my glasses, meeting her eyes and then glanced down. I gave her a look that was sympathetic and not at the same time. She took a deep breath and moved the hand out the way. My head down she could not see my dark eyes looking past my working hands to her bare belly, following the curves of her thighs inward to the unhidden mound and its haute couture tuft of hair I wanted to rub my face against. younglesbiansluts.com Oh, the wicked thoughts that rolled through my head as I held her hand and laid down arch after arch, dot after dot. I placed darker lines, heavy with the wet henna paste then cross-hatched a very traditional pattern down her wrist. I knew I wanted to do a slanted line across her palm with the fingertips covered and the ring finger all but blank so her ring will show more brightly.

That so hated ring.

When her left hand was finished I sat back, taking in the whole of her body. Madeline was looking at her hand in delight.

“And the whole of me is going to be like this?”

“Not so heavy, but yes.” I reached out and ran my hand along her shoulder. I hid how much I enjoyed the soft touch from my face. “Here I will place a design that will be more flowery, not so dense.”

“Can you cover my breasts this heavily, so they are not so–“

“Oh, for the sake of Christ on a crutch, Madeline! This is a nude wedding!” Angela walked over from the shelf of scented incense cones she was sniffing and stood before the bride to be. I had a delightful cross view of four breasts. One capped with pale pink cones, and freckles, the other … Madeline’s … a dark wine splash colored nipple. I looked at her breasts and wanted to taste those sultry tips and see if they indeed tasted like wine. “Prude. Get out the way and I’ll let Ragini work on me for a bit. You need to remember, that the people in this room, have no great desire to even see your naked ass, and the only people that will see it at the wedding will have already seen it.”

“Don’t touch the paste or anything with that hand. It will ruin the design.” I warned Madeline as she moved because Angelina all but bullied her out the seat. At her understanding nod, I looked at the woman now in front of me. The body differences were obvious. Angela was slightly heavier, with larger breasts to be sure and her skin was intensely freckled. I flinched back a bit as her arms went wide.

“Make me more beautiful than her …” She gave her chest a shake and her breasts rocked making my mouth salivate. “… so maybe one of those naked groomsmen will take an interest in me and want an after-wedding-reception, interview.”

“Interview?” asked Tasha, sitting behind my register with her dark hand white with beignets’ powdered sugar. “Never heard a one night stand called that before.”

Angela gave her a wink and a grin. “I don’t do one-night stand, I give interviews. I can’t help it if I’ve not found anyone worth a call back yet.”

I joined in with the laughter but was at the same time trying to think up a reply if I was asked about my love life. I had to dodge their questions so often that it as growing to be a reflex. And of course, I had hardly begun to work on Angela’s arm when she looked at my eyes over my glasses and began to ask just such a question.

“So, Ragini … when will we get to see you with some Indian, Prince Charming?” She grinned at my rolled eyes. “I keep expecting one to come riding in on a flying carpet any day now and–“

A tap on the glass front door stopped the question before I could not answer it. Madeline squeaked and dove behind a gold and red dressing screen she had been lurking near. My hands full of henna cone and redhead, I gestured Tasha towards it when I saw it was Jennifer, making a face through the glass at us.

“He would be on an elephant, not a carpet,” said Tasha, as she got to the door. “Hey, Jen. Come on in and get naked, it’s all the rage.”

“Oh, goody. I love naked!” With zero hesitancy Jennifer began to come out her clothes. When her shirt and pants were in a pile she struck the Venus pudica pose. “Wherever is my modesty? I declare, I’m such a naughty minx. What would my dear saintly mother think?”

“Ah, let me think.” Angela placed a finger in front of her lips. “That her daughter had grown up just like her hippy mother?”

There was a general round of laughter that I didn’t quite understand, but joined in none the less. The cultural references, here in my adopted home, at times, pass me by. I try my best but I feel so often like the odd girl out, and I hate that feeling. It makes me always so aware that I am the odd girl. So odd that my mother no longer will acknowledge me. My own family disowned me, the Bandi of Sikar, which now tell people I was never really their daughter. That ….

“Ragini? Are you okay?”

Looking up at Jen, I plastered a smile on my face and nodded. “Just lost in thought. Let me get back to work, I’ll be fine.”

Ignoring the exchange of concerned looks passing among the nude women in my shop, I let my mind focus on patterns. Each had a meaning. Squares, to heal and protect. Lotus blossoms, to awaken the soul. As I work my memories drift back to those wonderful days when my older sisters were married. The gathering women, the happy days of plenty and love. When I was ….

“So, Ragini. This is what they call a Mehndi Rat?”

My jaw dropped open when I looked up at Jen. She was standing in front of Madeline, looking over her bare shoulder at me, waiting for her answer. I could see a twinkle in her eye for having surprised me.

“Yes. In a way, I guess it is,” I said.

“A what rat?” asked Angela. I started to answer her, but Jen beat me to it.

“I Googled it last night. The night before the wedding all the women gather to apply henna to the bride and to each other. They bring food, and listen to music and tell the bride what to expect in her marriage.”

“Hourly demands for sex and farting. Lots and lots of farting,” Angela quirky voice chimed in. Amid the laughter, I popped Angela’s hand when she started to move it. She looked down and grimaced. “Sorry.”

Feeling a sudden invasion of personal space, I looked sideways to find my face inches from Jen’s. I could not help but follow the line of her neck down to the small, dark-tipped breasts with the silver piercings through her nipples that made my own nipples hurt just looking at them.

“Can you show me how to do that?” she asked.

So many memories. Sitting in front of my nani, her old hands guiding mine as I lay down simple designs on my own left arm. Her voice roughened with time and the illness in the throat that took her from me. Rough, but kind with her youngest granddaughter. Gentle chiding when I took an easier pattern than the one she was hoping I would do.

“It takes time to get it perfect, but yes,” I smiled to match her smile. “I can show you how to start.”

“Good. Maybe … I can help with the easier designs?” The hope in her voice was a match for my own childhood memories. When I had pleaded with my mom and Nani to let me help them apply my sister’s bridal designs.

“Tasha, if you will sit here next to Angela.” I picked up a henna cone and held it out to Jennifer. “I want you to do a checkerboard pattern on her arms. Just squares. Then fill them with dots. Like this.”

Moving my cone to Angela’s arm I applied a little pressure and a line draped out to lie on her freckled skin. Then I put another, an inch away and then another next to that. Turning my wrist, I then crossed those lines making the checker pattern. Four dots. Four dots.

“Got it?” I asked.

Jen nodded and then with nervous hands began to try and copy what I had done. Her first line was too thick and I told her to be gentler squeezing the cone. The next one was better. And the next better still.

Going back to work on Angela, I smiled. The joy on Jen’s face was infectious.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Around me, the other woman were now sitting and talking. Naked. Their bodies were covered with designs that, while pleasing to them, they did not know the meaning of. Longevity, love, peace, and luck. Enlightenment, healing, fertility and grace. A dozen simple things with such meaning … to me at least. Flowers, stars, animals, names, and symbols. All that I could pull from my memories.

Before me now was Madeline.

The small, intricate work on her hands was done. The bridal gift is given, even if she didn’t know the full significance. For weeks after the wedding, the design would remain. The less work she does the long they will stay beautiful. But now I was no longer concerned with hands. Not even hers.

I was kneeling on a pillow, my eyes on a level with the dark hair, my hand resting so very close to what I wanted to touch in much more an intimate way. I was placing small arches upon her left thigh completing a flower pattern that I was going to be mirroring on the other side soon. Madeline was blushing furiously that a friend of hers … had to be … so close to her most secret place. So close that I could breathe deep and even smell her, smell her sex. A sweet odor, so heavenly to me that I had given up on the life I had known, given up on all the shall not do’s I had been taught as a child, simply to luxuriate in. And here it was. Madeline, the first friend I had ever had in this country that I now called home.

The woman I had fallen for so quickly, thanks to her kindness.

I could not take my eyes from her perfectly shaved thick turf of hair. I wanted so badly to do here and now what I had done only once before in my life. To touch my mouth to another woman’s neither lips. To taste the wetness upon them and then to touch my tongue to it, not with the hesitancy of that first time but with a glutton’s desire. I even leaned in a bit closer as if I was concentrating on my designs.

“I’m so sorry,” said Madeline, softly. Barely a whisper so low only I would hear it.

Startled, I look up from staring at her sex out the corner of my eye.

“For what?” I asked back just as softly.

“That you have to be, well, that close to me … down there.” She gave me an apologetic look. “I don’t even like it when I get a bikini waxing and that’s a stranger seeing me.”

I smiled at Madeline. Then looking into her eyes and shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m not disturbed by it. It’s simply a part of my friend.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a part I normally share with the world.”

Going back to my henna, I shrugged. “My own culture doesn’t put our bodies on display naked in public either, but at home, among friends–certainly when they are all of the same genders–it’s not considered a big issue. Or an issue at all.” I casually ran a finger down the outside of her thigh, putting pressure on where I wanted her to turn to allow me to work. “I saw most of the women in my family naked before I was in my teens. Often. Within the home, there is a very carefreeness about nudity. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful, Madeline. Jim is going to be very happy to wake up next to you every morning.”

I know I certainly would. I so badly wanted to add that. It felt like a cold sliver of ice in my throat that lodged there when those words wanted to form. Blocking emotion, secrets, and hidden desires all in one. With a sigh that I hid in a deep breath, I moved to her other thigh. The dark brown lines flowed like magic from the end of the henna cone now. I could have laid down the most intricate patterns with no effort; my hand was now so attuned to what I was doing. It had been years since I had done this much henna in one day. Not since the last Hindu wedding, I helped with. A month before I was made to leave my home. Cast out in shame. Tossed like trash into the streets.

Proof of that, my hand began to cramp. Setting down the cone, I massaged my fingers.

“Ragini, take a break. You’ve been working for hours.” Jen left the others and came over to me. “Or at least let me finish this while you direct.”

Sitting back, I handed the cone to Jennifer. She had managed to do some very decent work. Simple patterns true, but decent.

“Just draw even loops.” I watched her hand do quickly an arch of loops over the line I had begun. When she looked at me, I nodded. “Alright, now put some pressure on the cone and put dots–that’s right space them every other loop–but draw them upward. Yes, like that.” Reaching over, I guided her hand down Melinda’s thigh. I then pointed to the design on the other leg. Jennifer understood and began to copy the other side. “Thicken that line more.”

Sitting back, I watch Jen working; a smile graced my lips that she had picked this art up this fast. She had a hand for it, and apparently a love of it.

My eyes slid onto Madeline. Taking her in, the glorious nude skin now draped lace-like in my art.

“Hey, Ragini. How about if we order pizza? You’ll have to pay the driver when he shows up of course.” Tasha laughed.

“Unless we all want to give the driver one hell of a tip!” Angela gave her bare ass a wiggle on the stool she was sitting on. Her face plastered with a lewd grin and her eyes a twinkle. “What’d you say, girls? Shall we give the pizza boy a night he’ll never forget?”

Before I could speak Jennifer piped up. “How do you plan to do that and not mess up the henna? Even yours isn’t fully dry yet.” Then Jen gave up a grin herself. “And what’s to say that the pizza will be delivered by a guy? What if it’s a girl? Or are you willing to give her a good time for a tip too?”

“Ah, not just no, but oh hell no! There is too much delicious cock out there, yet to be sampled, for me to fall back on fingers and dildos. Besides,” Angela placed a henna cover hand over her lower belly, “It would take me forever to get the lipstick out my pubes.”

“EEWW!”

As the other ladies in the room joined in the seemingly universal opinion I got to my feet, looked at my henna stained gloves. Careful not to touch half-dried paste to skin, I shed them and left them in the trash by my counter.

“Ragini?”

“Hum?” Looking to Madeline, I keep my face neutral. “Just taking a bathroom break while Jen finishes your leg.” Looking down at Jen, I nodded “You’re doing great. Keep it up, I’ll be right back.”

I knew eyes followed me. It was not an uncommon feeling. And as it goes, it’s better than having no one be willing to look at you. That had felt far worse. Those few steps to my restroom, under the eyes of my friends, were nothing compared to the long walk down a muddy road with no one acknowledging me. Not willing to even look me in the eye.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

Henna dries slowly.

Naked women, talking about anything that came to mind, filled my shop with laughter as often as not. The heavy smell of my art, that wet hay scent, even overpowered the smell of pizza. As the only woman with clothes on I felt as odd and out of place as I normally do, but this was different. Dream like even. Surrealist moments of embarrassment and pleasure interweaved within me. I wanted them to stay forever letting me enjoy seeing their bodies in such relaxed a moment. Soon even Madeline relaxed with being naked. Her prudery forgotten once the henna hid part of her skin so completely under the many intricate designs. She could not see that it more accented her curves, accentuated her beauty than hid anything. Maddy also did not know what to look for in the designs, the symbols. If my friend could read the Devanagari letters of my childhood she would see so many words now covered her body, hidden as simple designs. Words like love, passion, lust, and desire.

My words.

The words I dared not speak to her, even when the desire to do so ripped at my body like knives. Madeline with her lovely eyes, her beautiful smile and the body I so desired to feel next to mine in the night. To awaken next to in the morning. To make respond to my touch.

“Ragini!”

Hearing my name, I looked up. “Yes?”

“Off in some Hindu dream land?” asked Tasha. “I called your name three times.”

“Sorry? Do you need something?”

“Some of my henna flaked off when I moved.” She had an apologetic look to her, like she had stolen a sip of my soda. “Do we need to fix it?”

Getting up, settling my long kurti blouse to where it should be, I moved over to take a look at the designs. Where I had placed a flower upon the palm of her hand and inner wrist–taking advantage of the lighter skin there to make the larger design more flamboyant–some of my lines had dried and had begun to flake away. The skin under was now stained a burnt orange. As it should be.

“Oh, well it’s ruined.” I shook my head and sighed dramatically. “We will have to start over.”

Tasha’s dark eyes, under that headful of long, braided, pink hair went wide as her jaw dropped, and then she saw the twinkle in my eyes. Her pink painted lips pursed and her eyes narrowed making her wide nose wrinkle. She picked up a bamboo backscratcher from beside her.

“I am going to beat you so hard you will have bruises to wear for the wedding.”

Laughing, I dodged around my shop for a moment with the naked African-skinned woman chasing me, Tasha’s braids flying in a pink storm of whips and several other naked women laughed delightfully. It was a wonderful feeling. Like my childhood re-remembered. The time before the odd feelings took me to dark places. Dark times.

“Hey.” Madeline Sudden voice stopped bother of us. “That’s true, I didn’t think of that. Ragini, who will do your henna?” She looked to Jen, then asked “Can you do it?”

Jen started to nod even as I smiled and shook my head.

“I’ve already done mine.” Pulling my kurti to the side, I showed them the designs on the tops of my breasts that I had done in reverse using a mirror. “I’ve worked on it for the last few days. Except for my hands.” I shrugged. “I left them till I was sure all of yours were done. I’ll finish that here in a bit. “

“Can I do your hands?” asked Jennifer, eagerly.

I grinned at her. “Yes, you may. But … be careful, henna is addictive.”

Jen grinned.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Their artwork dried, the other women left. With many a thank you and comments about how lovely my work was and how they could not wait to see the shocked faces at the wedding tomorrow afternoon. I gave them instructions about how to use coconut oil to darken the stain and to protect it from water. They fluttered out of my shop like a cluster of butterflies, similar no doubt to the ones in Madeline’s stomach as she went to spend her last night as a single woman.

Jennifer was still here and, despite her henna being dry, she had decided to stay naked. As I cleaned up she sat watching me. Her eyes following me around my shop.

“You don’t want to go to the wedding, do you?”

Looking back at her startled, I shook my head. “Of course, I want to go. Why wouldn’t I?”

She gave me a look. “Well, I know if I was in love with someone I wouldn’t want to see them marrying someone else.”

“What? I hardly know Jim. I’m in no way in love with Madeline’s fiancé!”

Jen smiled and shook her head. “Not who I meant and you know it. Maddy.” Her lips quirked into a self-deprecating smirk . “Not that I’m immune to her beauty myself, but Madeline makes everyone fall in love with her. Most innocent people do that to us … that are less than innocent.”

My heart in my mouth, my pulse pushing it there thump by thump, I clenched my hands on the minor hope I felt surge through me. “I don’t know what you mean. I care for Madeline, but she’s a girl … a woman, like myself. We can’t have anything beyond friendship.”

Jen’s answer was a short chuckle. “Well, as you wish, Ragi. Let’s get started on your hands. Shall we?”

Ragi?

Moving to the seat that so many naked bottoms had graced today I eased into the chair, glad for once that I was clothed in the presence of another woman. In fact that Jen was naked made me uncomfortable, a strange sensation. As if her nudity and my clothes made us reversed in control. When she took my hand and began to wipe down my skin, I simply sat. Too stunned by what she had said to react. Mentally ambushed? Yes, a mental ambush from out of nowhere. Her question hitting when I was in a comfortable place, driving to the heart of me. To the place where secrets are kept.

Then she began to work on my hand.

Oh, the memories that came flooding back to me at that time. How long had it been since another woman held my hands and applied henna to me? How many long years where I drifted alone in a place so far away from those memories. Lost alone. Jennifer had managed only a few simple lines when the full weight of it all hit me. Hit me as sudden as her questions had. Madeline’s marriage, my loneliness, the banishment from my family, even this simple act bringing me back to the place I so longed for. All of it was too much.

A wet tear fell upon my hand, splashing over the fresh line. Wet henna paste ran down in a trail around my thumb.

My face was lifted up and Jennifer’s eyes were on mine, hers sparkling with a shared glitter of sorrow.

“I know,” she said.

And with that, the emotional dams broke. Jen pulled me to her and I was enwrapped around her, my hands filled with warm bare skin. I cried. I cried as years of need poured through me, and she accepted all of it. Took it from me in a way that I had not felt in my life since my Nani had last held me. But this was not the comfort of a kinswoman; no this was a woman that knew what I was and didn’t draw back as the women of my family had.

I held her. I could not have turned loose of her, not till I was empty of emotion and my eyes were as swollen as they had ever felt. Not even in the days after I had been cast out was I this emotional devastated. Then I had been in shock, my life was stolen, and the wounds fresh. Not the bone-deep hurt of loss like I felt now but the rawness of a fresh cut.

“I know. I know.”

That was all Jen said, and all was that she had to say as I cried myself out.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Jennifer used my keys to open the door of my apartment. The henna on my hands was still too wet to let me touch things. Holding them away from me, as if I was burned and afraid to touch anything lets it hurt, I let her take my life in her hands. She placed my purse on the counter, hers next to it, closed the door behind us and took my arm. I smiled when she guided me to my own couch as if I was an invalid. Jen grinned at me, recognizing the same thing.

“How do they do this in India? All the women of the household with wet henna hands! What if someone has to go pee? Who wipes?”

I laughed. “We use water to clean, not paper and then a sponge or towel to dry ourselves.”

“That still doesn’t answer who wipes.”

Smiling, I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. A silence fell when I did answer and looking at Jen I could see she was willing to sit all night waiting for an answer. I decided to break it by asking a question of my own.

“How did you know about me?”

Jen shrugged. “Do you have bottled water?” At my nod, she went to the kitchen and brought back two. I eyed the one she sat next to me and then held up my hands. She just gave me a quirky smile while taking a sip. “I’ll help with that. Well, I have been watching you since we met. I do that with everyone around me. My mom taught me to do that. I know that you love Madeline from the way you look at her. I know that you love women from the way you react when it comes up. Like this afternoon. I tossed that out to Angela almost to get that response you gave. But I was also watching the other ladies to see how they reacted. I think Tasha has been with women before as well. She gets this little quirky smile whenever it comes up. That I’ve got a secret kind of smile.”

“Really?” The idea of that lovely woman with another woman was arousing. My mind instantly began to wonder if that other woman had been as dark skinned as Tasha? I could picture such sugar-brown skin brushing against equally dark flesh. But of course, when I thought of it, I knew I wanted it to be my skin.

“Um, huh. Yep. Just look at her whenever women-on-women gets mentioned.” Jen gave me a sad smile. “I hate to burst your bubble, though. I’m afraid I think Madeline is a bit of a homophobe, just based on what I’ve seen.

“Well, I know she is a bit of a prude but …”

“No, it goes beyond that. I could hardly believe when she told me she was having a nude wedding. This is Jim’s idea and I promise he pushed her into it. I worry about her, really. She is too easily pushed into such thing by that man. She gave him control of herself almost from their second date. I don’t have high hopes.”

All I could do was shrug. I had met Jim only twice and was not thrilled with the man obviously due to the feeling I have for Madeline. I had noticed him do things like ordering her drink and dinner without questioning what she might like. Now in a long time couple, he might have clues what she would like, but they had only been together for eight months.

“I worry about her. Not her marriage.”

Admitting that was tough.

Jen nodded. “Yeah. But she will not listen. She wants to be married and have the white picket fence and the two point, three children. Maddy wants that bad enough to let herself be shackled. Eagerly be shackled.” Jen took my water bottle, opened the top and held it up before my face. At my nod, she brought it to my lips. “Don’t let me soak you.”

The cold water flowed past my lips and at my minor nod she tipped the bottle back. “Madeline wasn’t like this in college. She was the one who took the lead. She was the planner.”

“Yes! And then her mom started putting pressure on her for grandchildren. I was there and heard some of those conversations. You would have thought that Maddy was in her late thirties, not her mid-twenties. Her mom was terribly pushy. Every guy she knew had to be dated.”

Sitting back I nodded remembering that time myself. My take on it was a bit different; to me, it was a time when my friend was suddenly not available when I called. Not to go anywhere or do anything together. Madeline always had a date. It was also when her mother began to not give my messages to her daughter.

“I remember,” I said.

Jen nodded. “Tomorrow will be her mother’s victory.” She held up her henna-covered hand, the stain still an orange, but darkening. “I’m part of it. All I can hope is that the whole Nude Day Wedding, Jim wants, will be a good slap in that woman’s face that her daughter is now being led by the nose.”

“Why is he doing this? Do you know him well enough?”

Jen sat back and snuggled up into my couch cushions, sighed, then nodded. “Oh, yeah. See Jim’s an ass. Complete and total. Like us both, he sees Madeline as beautiful. Now we see the inside part of her, but I don’t think he sees beyond her body. Tomorrow, to all his friends, he is going to show off that body and braggingly wave his own dick, all at the same time. Here’s the woman I have gotten, and you won’t ever see better in your bed.” Jen looked down and shook her head. “I would weep if I could but find the tears.”

In the silence that followed, I could find a few tears for my friend Madeline. But, I think I wept them for myself.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

My henna was dry. The midnight hour had passed and still Jen and I sat in my living room talking. So many secrets I had held tight to my breasts I willingly gave to her. She held out her hands and took them without judgment. Then she gave me back secrets of her own.

Jen was bisexual. Had been since she was in early high school. She hides that she likes women because the women she has called her friends were not the type to accept that side of herself. To keep friends, Jen became only half of herself. Allowed only half to be seen.

Jen wanted Madeline herself, but she admitted it was pure lust on her part. Not love.

Jen had a crush on me!

My eyebrows rose to my hairline and she giggled herself into a fit when she told me that and saw my reaction. She waved off my embarrassed stuttering. “It’s lust as well. You are one incredibly sexy woman, and so exotic it gets me hot.”

I could not find words. My own feelings for women were more a desire to taste the ultimate forbidden fruit. To offer my own self to another for such a feast as well. Did I feel true lust for other women? What I felt for Madeline was desire, deep in my bones desire. She filled my mind in every waking moment of the day. Seeing her naked today had been a dream come true to my desires. And yes I wanted to do more than simple touch Madeline, but was it lust?

And looking at Jen, knowing what she looked like under the simple outfit, did I feel any lust for Jen? Were my desires for women directed simply at the woman I had once touched, tasted–and lost my family for–and the woman I wanted but couldn’t have?

My confusion must have been plastered all over my face.

Smiling, Jen got to her feet. Closing the distance between us, she leaned in and kissed me before I knew what she was about. Her lips, far sweeter than the white wine we had been sharing, were hot, wet and gone just as suddenly.

“I should go. Big day tomorrow.” Jen ran a hand through my black hair. “Or I guess I should say today. Get some rest, huh? Naked time will be here soon enough. Happy Nude Day, right?”

She went to walk away and I caught her hand. I wanted to say things but I could not make the words form. Without them, all I could do was tug at her fingers drawing her back to me. Jen knelt down till she was looking into my eyes.

“Yes?”

“I’ve … I’ve only ever been with one woman.” The woman before me gave me a sweet smile and squeezed my hand. “A family friend. We had to share a bed one night; her family came to our home due to a big holiday. I … touched her, that night. She didn’t seem to mind. She let me explore how I wanted. I even tasted her, once. Then the morning came ….”

Jen hugged me to her, and for a second time this day I was in her arms. My mind went instantly to the differences, her lack of clothes the first time, and I needed even more. When she pulled back, I didn’t want to let her go.

“Ragini, you need to move past that event. You need to find someone and simply have some fun.” She smiled and winked at me. “And yes, if you like, I will do a lot more than simply let you explore. younglesbiansluts.com You are too nice a woman to be alone dwelling in the past and on bad things.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

Jennifer brushed my cheek, wiping away a tear. “I do.”

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I’ve never felt more nervous. My hands shook, my whole body trembled. When we walked into my bedroom my pulse jumped. And yet I was so badly wanting this to happen.

Jen turned to look at me, gave me an understanding smile.

“Come here.”

I stepped willingly into her arms and turned up my mouth to her lips. Her kiss was so very sweet. Her touch, hands caressing my back through my blouse, aroused me in a way that nothing ever had before. My memories of that forbidden night back in my parent’s home fell to nothing at the simple feeling of her lips on my neck.

“Relax.”

“I’m trying. I can’t … I don’t,” I could not even make the words form.

“Shhh. There is only need and satisfaction of it here. Pleasure asked for and pleasure given.” She grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Then she tugged at mine. “Come on, lovely. You’ve seen me naked all day, time to balance the scales.”

All my young life I ran naked. Even into my teens, I thought nothing of bathing in front of my family. In fact that casual nudity had been part of the problem that led me to this place. Seeing the beautiful women of my family and the many guests that often came to visit. Slowly, hesitantly I took hold of my kurti blouse and with a sense of unease pulled it up and over my head. Would she like how I looked? I was certainly different in body from the other ladies I had been around today. Except for Tasha, my skin was far darker than theirs. Only Angela had nipples larger than mine, and hers were nowhere near as dark. And none of the ladies had nearly as thick and dark pubic hair as me.

In fact, I wasn’t sure I was even willing to take off my pants here and now. Jennifer was clean shaven down there. I had not been that bare since I was a little girl and for her to see me with my thick bramble! Was bare what she liked? Would she be disgusted by me? Would she be ….

“Don’t stop,” Jen grinned. “Or, would you rather I did it for you? Or went first?”

I nodded, not really sure which question I was nodding to.

Jen stripped off her pants without hesitation and then her panties followed just as quickly. There was again before my eyes that smooth patch of skin, that swollen mount that makes me breathe so quickly to see. When she moved towards me I bit my bottom lip and stood still when my mind was screaming at me to flee. Her hands touching my lower belly, unbuttoning my pants, hands in places I have not felt in decades. I jumped when the button popped open. She was looking me in the eyes as the zipper purred down. I gasped when she knelt.

“Step out of your pants.”

I obeyed without question her command. More than willing to let her take control of me. I wanted that, needed her to take the decisions away and let me just be. Simply be, and enjoy what I want to happen here but can’t make myself move towards.

I sucked in a deep breath when her hands came to rest on my hips, the fingers curling into the tops of my panties. The elastic rolled then up as she slid her hands down my legs. My bare skin under her fingertips. When my pubic hair caught the cloth and she had to give it I tug I winced at her sudden gasp.

“Wow.”

And there it was, the disgust, the revilement. Her hatred of my thick dark hair, I felt my shame building second by second as she looked at me. Then, when her eyes turned up to my face, I was ready to flee my own bedroom.

“My god, that so beautiful,” said Jen her voice filled with quiet awe. Then her hand brushed through my wiry curls.

Oh, Uie Maa, light take me!

Was this what the only woman I had ever touched intimately felt when my hands had roamed her that long ago night? How could she have not enjoyed this? How could she have not taken my touch as the gift it had been meant as, how? And then Jen leaned into my body and rubbed her cheek in the thick hair, the very thing I had wanted to do to Madeline. When Jen began to kiss her way back up my belly and her mouth fastened upon my nipple I moaned.

Then her mouth, hot and wet was upon mine. Her kisses taking my breath from me, I was wet pottery to her when she tumbled us into my bed. Those lips began to teach me the ways of kissing a woman, a skill that mine did not have but that hers possessed in abundance. Oh, oh my yes, I was so eager a pupil to Jen’s mouth.

When my mouth was filled with the woman’s nipple and my tongue touched those metal barbells I was brought up sharp.

“What?”

“I don’t want to hurt you touching these,” I said my fingers moving to lightly touch the metal.

Jen’s laughter echoed around the room joyfully. She placed a simple pleasant kiss upon my lips.

“You can’t hurt my nipples. I love to have them tugged on. The piercings feel wonderful! I love them; tug them to your heart content.” Her fingers curled in my dark hair and she pulled my mouth back to her pierced nipple. With her encouraging tugs, I began to suckle, then to clamp my lips and teeth to those tender pieced of flesh, my teeth finding the piercing similar to a fork in a piece of steak. Sudden, hard and abrupt when encountered, but I quickly found them delightful to play with.

“Touch me.”

Moving my hand with no thought I ran my fingers across that valley of bare skin–feeling the hint of stubble rough against my fingertips–and then to a fold that was deliciously puffy, and so very wet. Jen smiled at my awkward exploring, then took my hand and began to guild me to what she enjoyed. Which is good, I was lost. I knew what felt good when I touch myself but when I touched there, on her, she flinched and moved from my fingers.

Then her mouth was on mine again and her hand was between my legs, Jen’s lips echoed mine as the feeling of her fingers parting me made me moan. Her hand caressing my most secret of places, the touch so different from my own fingers, brought the moisture pooling from within me. Her fingers moving with a wet sound that after moments she too began to make from my fingering.

I gasped at the abrupt removal of her hand and then she was pushing me hard into the mattress. I watched unsure of what was happening when she placed butterfly kiss on my lips, then chin, then light licks on my nipples. Teasing them even harder. When her mouth went past then and the kisses tickled my bare belly I knew what she was doing. I was unsure if I wanted her to do that. Well, at least till her teasing teeth tugged at my dark hair and her nose parted me. When her tongue pushed into my folds I could not have begged for a more delicious feeling to be done to me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was suddenly scared that she would obviously want me to do this to her, but even as I felt that moment of terror a desire to do that very thing flooded through me, taking any fear away. She was giving me pleasure in waves that shook me from my henna stained toes to my dark black hair. I felt a tingle that made me shake, I could not control the shiver in my legs but her hands gripped my thighs, stilling them. Then she placed a kiss on that thigh and then the other, little nibbling bites that made me jump. My eyes went wide at her chuckle.

“You are so sweet,” she said.

Am I? Ah, what do you say to that?

Then words were taken from me as her hand moved and two long fingers buried themselves inside me. What left my lips next could be best described as a scream. Her fingers were working within me, a twisting motion that took my passion to levels I had not known simple fingers could do.

Her tongue attacked my little bud and, with my hands full of my bed sheets, I begged her to stop but meant nothing of. And she knew that, or simply didn’t care what I wanted. Her mouth was devouring me. I felt turned inside out and … and … and

“Oh, Uie Maa!”

Again and again, I felt my body sending fiery sparks down every nerve ending. Touch them with a feeling that was feather light and aggressively brutal at the same time. I moaned, begged, screamed and with one last throaty cry I drifted into a place where the world was soft and billowy. I felt surrounded by curtains of silk, my mind disconnected from the wet limp thing that was still twitching in spasm. My mind walked through those lands of silk to golden palaces of opulent pleasure. No Raj had such glory build to them as I did to my sex. And within one palace such I opened my eyes to see Jen’s face before mine. A self-satisfying smile on her wet lips.

“Was it that good, Ragi? You took a little nap on me.”

“I–” there were no more words hidden behind that simple letter. Joyfully weeping, I wrapped her into my arms and she chuckled at my laughing tears.

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I had never believed I would awaken curled in a woman’s arms, naked. Nor that I would be awakened by that woman kissing me.

Blinking, I looked at Jen and smiled to match her smile.

“Suprabhaat,” she said grinning.

“And good morning to you too.” I did my best not to wince at her terrible pronunciation. “What time is … oh, we need to get going!”

Her hand cupped my left breast, teasing the nipple. “Yes, alas, my lovely. But I have to ask you something before we go.” Jen bit her bottom lip.

“Yes?”

“Was this a once and done?” The longing in her voice for it not to be was clear. In that tone, I sensed the same lonely desire for a forbidden love that I had felt for most of my life.

My answer was to kiss her.

I could smell myself upon another woman’s lips. Oh, the very naughtiness of that set my body to humming. Glancing over her bare shoulder at the clock, I decided we still had a little time to spare. And there was still a thing I wanted, that we had both been too tired to try last night. With a smile, I eased her back onto my bed and began to kiss my way across her body the same way she had done to me the night before. My eyes stayed with hers and I saw her grinning at me that I wanted to do this for her.

When my lips brushed the rough stubble, I paused and placed a deep kiss into the softness of that wonderful pillow of flesh. She put her hand on my head, fingers tightening in my hair when I let my lips drift down.

My mouth was on another woman’s sex. My lips were touching her in the most intimate place. Then, at her urging, I pressed my mouth into that welcoming valley. My first taste of her was a drink of musky wine, a flavor never before encountered but bringing me delight in that first sample. Then, when my tongue dove between prickly lips and found the source of that flavor, it flooded my mouth. Like a cat licking cream, I settled in to drink from this beautiful woman.

“Mmm.”

Jen’s fingers in my hair was a tightness that was delightful. A pulling that did not hurt but instead gave me a feeling of guidance. She was in control even though I was the one who initiated this. That feeling comforted me, given that I was taking steps I had never dreamed I would dance.

With slow gentle licks and a ravenous aggression, I varied everything I was doing. With no real clue but plenty of enthusiasm, I tried to copy what Jen had done to me last night. Her moans were encouraging, but I couldn’t help but wonder if they were real. There could be no way I was as experienced as she had been, not on my first try. Then, as if that very thought made matters worse, I began to doubt that I was doing anything down here right. Oh, but how naughty this was!

“Ragi?”

I looked up.

“Relax,” Jen smiled at me. “I promise that feels wonder.”

With a smile that must have been silly looking, I nodded, tried to relax and went back to licking her. Then I remembered how wonderful her fingers had felt inside me. I moved my hand and let a single finger slide into the wet, gripping, heated tightness of this woman. Her fingers in my hair gripped me pushing my mouth deeper. I twisted that finger ludely exploring her.

“Use two, maybe three. Oh, Ragi that feels … oh, damn yes.”

Letting her call what I was doing to her, I slipped that second finger into her. My tongue teased her silky nub, lapping at the bundle of nerves, I grinned when I heard her make a sound that I was sure was real. Sucking on her clit, I added my third finger.

Her thighs closed on my head scaring me but her hand would not let me pull away.

“Don’t stop. Please! Oh, please!”

Her begging and trembling thighs told me she was in the grip of the same pleasure that had consumed me last night. Eager to bring her all the pleasure she had given me; I took her nub back between my lips and moved my fingers inside her again.

“Yes!”

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Laying there in my sex-soaked bed of sin, my head pillowed upon Jen’s stomach with her absently brushing my hair between her fingers, I was in paradise. A delightful place I never wanted to leave. But of course ….

“We’ve got to get up and hurry or we’re going to miss Madeline’s wedding.” Jen’s caressing didn’t stop as she said this.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” I asked.

“For us? No, it wouldn’t. But for Maddy, it would be bad. Having two of her friends not be willing to come see her trying to make her life better.” Her fingers in my hair stopped. “That’s her point of view of this, that she is making her life better.”

With a sigh, I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Come on. We’ll get her married off to that twit, dance at the reception, drink too much and then go try to find our own happiness.”

“I don’t think I deserve that … sometimes.”

To confess that, even to a woman I’ve been so incredibly intimate with, was an emotional release. A bearing of a part of me that was far more kept hidden than my body under clothes.

Jen sat up, pulling me up with her.

“Ragi, no. Just no! There is no deserve or don’t deserve. There is only life and getting from it what you want.” Her henna covered hand caressed my cheek, I leaned into those fingers. “I wanted you, I got you. Does that mean I deserved this night of pleasure? No, it means I wanted it and did what I could to make it happen.”

I was thinking of that when she kissed me.

“Come on. Let’s go get naked and embarrassed in public. Angela is bringing her karaoke machine to the reception. ” She grinned at me. I giggled when she cupped her smallish breasts and gave them a shake. “I’ve got to go do my Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction impersonation.”

Smiling, I looked at those pierced nipples. “I think Tasha’s going to be doing that.”

Jen scoffs. “Just because she has the same skin tone as Janet does not mean she can have all the best singers. I am the queen of Janet Jackson karaoke. She can have Gaga.”

With her singing and me laughing we got dressed.

Jen was right, though, she really could sing.

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Angela was already bigger than life and twice as loud.

Tasha seemed to want to blend into the background, let the world look past her to the more vibrant Angela.

Jen walked in with a glow around her that reeked of sexual afterglow. She grinned at questions and gave a sly smile as an answer.

Madeline was a mental, emotional, nervous train wreck in progress. It was clear she was going to die of embarrassment long before she even removed her clothes.

And me?

Well, I was … I was … I’m not sure what I was. Lost? Found? Somewhere in-between, maybe?

“Ragini, my henna looks awesome! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Suddenly finding myself in an Angela power hug, I looked to Jen who was chuckling. She motioned for me to give Angela’s plump ass a spank, but I didn’t do it.

I looked around me at the work of yesterday. My art, the effort of hand and eye. I saw the henna paste had long ago flaked off and the reddish stains had darkened to a luscious mahogany brown. Moving over to Tasha I took her hand and looked over the designs. I had spaced hers further apart to make her darker skin contrast. The dark stain had taken well and even with her chocolate skin tone the patterns showed well. She too gave me a hug. When our heads were close she whispered into my ear.

“Madeline’s a mess.”

I gave a little nod.

Moving over to the bride to be, I made a pretext of looking over the henna but I was looking over her. Her decorated hands were shaking, and she had a paleness to her skin that made my darker images stand out.

“Maddy?” When she looked up her eyes were red. “What is it?”

“I don’t know if I can do this. Why oh why did I ever agree to this? I don’t even like wearing a bikini to the beach! How can I stand naked in front of my parents, friends, strangers and a preacher? Oh, what was I thinking? Jim’s having the time of his life and I’m going to be sick.”

I was about to try and give an answer when there was a tap on the door. A male voice came through the cheap wooden partition. “Wedding time, ladies.”

Behind me, the other bridesmaids began to either finish disrobing or began putting on the simple white terry cloth robes they would wear out to where the ceremony was going to take place, in the flower garden. Glancing back I saw familiar skin appearing.

“Give us a moment, please?” I asked when they were ready and Madeline had not even begun to undress. Angela began to say something boisterous, but Tasha took her arm and led her out the room whispering to her the whole time. Jen gave me a smile, a nod and then pulled the door closed behind her.

The tears began the moment the door closed.

Hugging my best friend in the world to me, I offered the comfort of what a shoulder and a few soft words could give. I listened as she told me how she had not slept last night, how she had been sick twice this morning, how she was not feeling like a bride but like a stripper. What words of mine would help when she told me how Jim had sent her texts all morning about how much he was looking forwards to this, how happy he was, and how sexy he thought the whole “Nude Wedding” was going to be? I tried to find some helpful words, none the less.

There was another knock on the door. Another urging to join the wedding.

When Madeline began to remove her clothing I felt like a rapist to be helping her. I gave fake smiles as I helped adjust her veil, the only article of clothing she had. She quickly donned the soft, white robe. The thing cloth around her seemed to give her the courage to go face the new life she was getting herself into.

I handed her the white lily bouquet; most likely her mother’s choice. Madeline hates lilies. She looked at it, tears still hovering behind those lovely eyes.

“Maybe I can use this to hide behind?”

My gaze went to her breasts covered by terry cloth. “You will need more flowers.”

She gave a chuckle that was half sob. “Well, quick call the florist! I guess I’m ready.” She looked at me still fully dressed. “Come on Ragi, nudy girl time.”

“I’ll be right there.”

I watched her leave. Standing there, white robe in hand, I knew that was what I was really doing today. She was leaving me behind. My Maddy, my best friend in the world was going to soon be gone. The parts of her I have loved since we first met were going to be suppressed by her new life till the woman I loved was but a pale shadow. Looking down at that fistful of white bathrobe, I crunched the material in my fists but made no change to the soft cloth. Suddenly I tried to tear it, to rip it. Nothing I did made any difference, all my strength useless against the fabric. That was how everything felt at the moment.

Nothing I did would make the least change today.

The knock on the door, this time, was less pleasant. Impatient. The world wanted to see me naked.

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My white sandals crunched the gravel of the path underfoot as I walked through flowers. Hundreds, thousands. All bright shades and frilly leafed. Their normal growth trimmed and shaped to make them more appealing to the eyes of the viewer. Tamed, perhaps to make them more vibrant, but tamed all the same. And, there in the middle of the garden by a white gazebo, were the most beautiful flowers of all. My friends.

And the rest of the wedding party and guests. Weeds?

The full extent of my artwork was on display. Bare skin in abundance. Each bridesmaid held a cluster of flowers, also lilies, in hand. I saw that the groomsmen each had been given a small wreath of greenery. The groom, Jim, had his on his head, like a crown of Roman leaves. And he was standing like he was the very Cesar. As I approached I noticed his eyes taking in every hip and curve of the other ladies, and that hint of a smile lurking in his eyes told me something. That had been part of Jim’s idea for this, getting to see Madeline’s friends naked.

When I approached, I saw his eyes cut to me. Jim nudged the arm next to him and a grin of anticipation pass between him and his best man, Mark.

There was a white folding chair to one side and I saw the robes piled there. Moving over to it I took a deep breath and untied my white robe. When I shed the covering, I got the expected response.

“Ah, Ragi?” Tasha made a pass over her body and then pointed to me.

“Hey, what’s up?”

My eyes went to Jim and I leveled him a look of scorn. Walking past the other bridesmaids, no explanations given but a shared smile for Jen, I stopped in front of Madeline. The confused look in her eyes was pitiable. I let my eyes slide down the length of her nude body, seeing my artwork displayed on the loveliest of canvases. I saw the flush to her skin as my eyes came back up and met hers. Madeline bit her bottom lip then looked at my short dress.

“Ragini honey, you’re supposed to be naked. Remember?”

Reaching up I lifted her veil back from in front of her face, revealing those beautiful eyes, pools so deep I wanted to go swimming in them all night. I let myself take in every last freckle on her nose, every eyelash, every curve of her lips.

“I am naked. Now and forever.” Looking over at my friends I knew this might lose me all of them, well not one. Jen’s gaze met mine with assurance. She would be there to pick up the pieces of my shattered life. When I looked back at my best friend I smiled at Maddy’s confusion. Then I raised my voice so all could hear. “Madeline, I’m a lesbian. I always have been. And, I’ve always been in love with you.”

A hushed silence killed the scattering of whispers that had been drifting to us from the wedding audience. I didn’t waste a glance to see what any of them looked like. To see if their faces were full of disgust … that familiar disgust I knew from the past. I didn’t care about their opinions of me. Nor did I care any longer about the vile opinions of those that had thrown me out into the world. No, the only face I watched was the one before my eyes. I interrupted her before her parted lips found speech.

“This marriage is a bad thing for you. It will end tears.” I gave her a sad smile. “When you’re ready to see that and to leave Jim, I will be there for you.”

Her mouth sprang open when I used the two flowers in my bridesmaid’s bouquet to caress her rose-wine nipple, making it perk. Madeline’s henna patterned hand sprang to cover that breast.

Near to laughing at the look on her face, I let the twin white flowers I held fall to lay at her feet.

“I’ve never liked lilies either. And I would have never embarrassed you in public like this gaandu behind me.” My own henna covered hand brushed her cheek. “We’re a lot alike I think.”

Before she could stop me, I leaned those last few feet and placed a soft kiss, upon lips I have longed to kiss for years. It was fleeting but will remain in my mind forever. Leaving her shocked to her core and speechless, I passed the other bridesmaids. Jen caught my hand and gave it a squeeze. Tasha looked at me uncertainly. Angela … Angela had that look that I knew so well. And she, unlike Madeline, was not at a loss for words.

“Never would have taken you for a lezzy.” Angela curled her lip a bit, almost as if she smelled something rank. “Makes my skin crawl now to know how much I let you touch me, yesterday.”

Stopping in front of her I took a deep breath. Turning my head slightly, I looked her up and down. “Angela, I hate to tell you this … but that dress makes you look really fat.”

Jen’s giggling laughter followed me down the aisle as I left the wedding.

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This story is an explicit erotic thriller. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults, murder, and a storyline that makes you wonder “Where the heck has E. G. Saunders been all my life?”

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Chapter 7

I don’t know just how long I stood staring at that damn thing, but my legs started aching, so I figured it must have been a considerable length.

I couldn’t process my thoughts well. And, yes, I wanted a drink.

There was one thing about me, though; I could fast between drinks for days—even weeks—if needed. I had that much capacity, courage, and conviction. The toughest part was rallying my persistence against the onslaught of the need.

I had to use that ability now. The dark stiletto lying on the floor told me that I had to buck up onto the wagon or get run under it by a hot woman who probably wouldn’t break a sweat or shed a tear from my demise.

And if you don’t die between now and then…

Her last sentence held firm in the thick fog of my indecision.

I went over everything I had told her, all the people she had pulled from me.

I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed. I was still nude, but at least I wasn’t holding my dick in my hand. Thoughts of taking a little swig of rum—only one, just a little sip—went through me as often as I breathed. But I held firm. I knew I would be going through that for a while. I knew the symptoms. The ache.

I’ve been at this struggle many times. It was something I faced daily—more so on long gigs, which is why I tried not to take them: I won’t work drunk. Period. I wasn’t that bad, though. I would kill myself if it got to that point.

I had an uncle who carried a curved flask in his sock daily. Lifted his pant leg and took a little pop every time he got majorly stressed on the set. No, he didn’t do it in front of everyone, only me. Yes, he was the reason I got into the business. But he wasn’t the one who got me started on the drink. My parents were drunks. I mean “socialites.” They had money and connections. I think Mother is dead now, but I’m not really sure. They left for France and then greater Europe when I was still in my teens. I haven’t seen them since.

My uncle, Tim, took care of me. As I said, he didn’t start me on the drink, but he did nurture me into the alcoholic I am today. Helped me craft my particular habit in a way that didn’t disrupt my work.

All in all, he was the best parent I could’ve had. He actually cared what happened to me. In turn, I cared for him. I ended up putting him to bed more than any man should, but it was our way. He took me under his wing, gave me the skills with cameras and lighting, pointed me out to the right people. I helped get him to bed so he wouldn’t end up on the front end of someone’s bumper staggering home at night.

It was our deal.

He was the only one I didn’t mention to Candy.

I would protect him until the day I died. I owed him that.

He was dead, too, but I knew about his death. Cared that it happened. I was at the funeral. Gave a good eulogy, from what I recall. Yes, I drank a bit before and after, but he truly would’ve wanted it that way. I didn’t disappoint.

Candy wasn’t going to know about him.

But then I got to thinking, standing there nude staring at the stiletto, did he know about Candy? I don’t mean in that way—she would have been…probably twelve by the time he died.

What I meant was, were there other Candys around?

I got to thinking about a ton of other things, too, but that one stuck in my head almost as long as her implied threat. Or warning.

Fuck, I didn’t know which one it was.

I’ve seen some crazy shit in my time. Everything you might think is fucked up and weird in life gets multiplied by fifty when you add stupid amounts of money to the mix. And the film industry has plenty stupid amounts of money.

My skin was starting to crawl; my lips and mouth were dry.

Yeah, you go ahead and fuck yourself, demon. I got your tail. You can have mine when I’m dead.

I would be repeating that thought often over the next…lifetime. But, as I said, I was stubborn. I could tell myself and my demon to fuck off as many times as needed.

I think the only thing that made me even the slightest bit successful with the demon was that he and I both knew I would be returning to the bottle eventually. I had accepted that fact. Embraced it, you might say.

Yeah, I was fucked up. I accepted that, too.

But as it turns out, I didn’t know what fucked up truly was. Candy…she was about to fuck me raw.

And not in the good way.

CHAPTER 8

What the fuck was I going to do?

I got dressed, after sticking a bandaid on my chest from where she had poked me. She had drawn blood, but not much. It stung, but it would sting a hell of a lot more after I pulled the bandaid out of my chest hair. I thought about that part too late.

I fended off a phone call from Thad, my agent. He had work for me, but I didn’t want to work.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t leave that.

I stared at the stiletto resting on the carpet as if it was waiting for something.

A part of me thought that Candy had planted it in my apartment for the very simple reason that it was a plant—evidence from some crime she had committed. She was passing blame to me.

Evidence.

I knew it had been used before, too. There was no doubt about that. Certainly not now.

It was filthy. Sin filthy.

Coming from me that was rich. But then again, if there was anyone who knew anything about sin…

I would have to watch my wound, no telling who she had stabbed before me. Or where she had stabbed them.

I rubbed the bandaid through my shirt.

Rum. It was alcohol. It would kill germs.

Fuck you, demon.

The last thing I needed now was having a bottle of that shit in my hands.

My cell phone buzzed. Thad wasn’t going to leave me alone. If he had work for me, it was because he was in debt to someone. And that meant that he was going to try and call in debts from me.

I didn’t owe him a goddamn thing. I didn’t owe anyone a goddamned thing. And that’s how I lived my life.

I looked at the stiletto. It looked back at me, daring me to touch it. Daring me to put it somewhere and add more of my DNA to its surface.

I had to wash it, clean off all traces of…well, anything that might be on it.

And that was when my paranoia started in on me. I looked at the door to my place, slowly. Carefully. I was listening, too. For footsteps—and not the soft kind with the spike heels dripping with sex.

I was listening for the heavy boots of my paranoia. Police. SWAT. All dressed in heavy gear with shields and stun grenades and barricade busters…

Shit.

I was going to drive myself insane.

My heart was beating faster, and I was sweating.

I exhaled slowly when all I wanted to do was scream and curse…fucking curse everything!

I did this to myself.

I did it to myself, and I would have to get myself out of it.

I went to my nightstand and pulled open the deep bottom drawer. I stopped for a second to breathe again, to slow everything down. No one was coming.

No one.

Slowly, don’t fuck this part up.

At the bottom of the drawer was a box of latex gloves. Well, nitrile gloves. When you’re shoving your hand up a woman’s ass you just met, you don’t want to chance an allergic reaction to latex.

And they weren’t even mine. Sistine. That was her name. Well, the name she gave me. She liked to dress up as a nun, and everything I did to her had to be clinically sanitary—which even didn’t make sense in the long run, as she swallowed everything I gave her. I just had to shoot it from a distance is all, no skin on skin.

I reached in to pull out a glove, only to stop myself before touching the purple thing.

I had to be careful. I couldn’t touch anything but the base of the gloves. No oils, sweat, or fingerprints could contaminate its surface. Funny how clinical sex with a nun-fanatic prepared you for something like this.

I pinched the slightly ribbed end between my index finger and thumb and pulled one away from the others. I angled my other hand into it with a bit of ease. Powdered. And lots of practice. My fingers found their right places and…and it felt good. There was something about having your fingers protected from all the bad in the world, from anything that could harm you. It also felt like I could do anything with impunity, never leave a mark…it was anonymity of the best kind. Why, you could spank a nun’s ass black and blue with it and not leave evidence you had even been there.

I plucked out another one and worked my other hand into it.

I was safe. As long as I didn’t touch my face with it.

I went over to the sharp thought that was Candy’s farewell gift to me. My Berber carpet had enough of a pattern in it to disguise many kinds of dirt. But there was no way to disguise the stiletto.

I then went over every possible location where that thing had been, what it could have touched. And then I got angry at myself for how stupid I was. While I was in the shower, Candy could’ve rubbed that thing all over the place. Hell, she could have planted tons of shit all over to implicate me in…something.

Calm down.

Breathe.

One thing at a time.

I would have to sterilize the damn carpet, that was for sure. It was the one reason I got berber—it could take a scrubbing with harsh chemicals. Between my occasional spilling of booze and body fluids from my guests, I had practice in that department.

I walked over to the stiletto, giving myself enough room so that I wouldn’t step on any place else it might have been. I was shooting in the dark in that regard, hoping Candy hadn’t smeared it across everything. If I gave in to my fears, I’d have to burn down the whole place.

So, I pretended. Candy had only dropped it on the carpet as a message, that was all. She probably just played with that wonderful pussy of hers while I was in the shower. Thinking of me the whole time.

That’s what she did. Yep.

That’s all.

See? Drunks are good at creating stories to hide from the truth.

I reached out and picked it up by the thumb and finger again, finally adding all my fingers—I didn’t trust myself not dropping it. In the background, my cell phone rang again and again. Thad was persistent.

I stopped what I was doing. Anyone walking in at that point would have seen a somewhat paranoid, thin man holding a stiletto looking like he was waiting for the world to come to an end.

What if it wasn’t Thad this time?

I looked over at the bed where the phone flared to life and hummed incessantly. I had a sour ball in my stomach that wasn’t entirely from not drinking—or from drinking too much.

My paranoia said it was the police. My brain said my paranoia was stupid, the police wouldn’t call first. It was Thad. Poor little desperate Thad…

I walked over to the bed, the stiletto pointed away from my body and away from the chance of it possibly touching anything else.

It wasn’t Thad.

I didn’t recognize the number. Candy hadn’t given me hers. I had given her mine. We met for drinks before coming back here, there had been no need to call.

All I could see in my head was Candy smiling at me as she put her hair up so beautifully. I knew that if I touched my phone now, I would get my DNA on the glove. I would just have to get another glove is all.

I picked up the phone and pressed the button to answer. I put it to my ear and listened.

At first, there was nothing. Then I heard a smack that might’ve been someone chewing gum or a tsk of frustration.

I kept silent.

They kept silent.

Then, “Don’t do anything stupid, Gail.”

It was Candy.

I gripped the stiletto tightly, my body tense. I was caught. At what, I don’t fucking know, but that didn’t help get rid of the feeling that she could see me and knew what I was going to do.

I couldn’t say anything. Up until this point, I actually believed deep down that I wouldn’t ever hear from her or see her again.

“Leave it where I put it, Gail,” Candy said. She was calm, clear, in control. “I’ll come back for it. It better be in that same fucking spot or you’re on my bad side. Understand?”

I nodded my head and felt really stupid for that. “Yes. Wait, what-“

“You’re going to meet me at J’s at midnight. Don’t be late.”

“Hold it a fucking minute!” I said, but she had already closed the line.

I looked at the phone, angry at it as if it were Candy.

“Fuck you!” I said, and threw the phone against the wall.

I calmed down enough to realize I could just call her back, bitch her out for…well, for everything. Tell her I wasn’t going to do a damn thing she said, and that I was going to melt her fucking stiletto down into a dildo and fuck her with it until she screamed for me to stop. And then I’d do it for another hour after that.

I looked at the nice dimple in the wall where the phone had ricochetted before landing on the bed.

Goddamn it.

If I couldn’t control myself, then she would.

I looked at the stiletto in my hand. I looked at the phone.

I stepped over to the place where I had picked up the stiletto and then put it down in the same spot as best I could remember it being.

Fuck it all.

Fuck me.

I peeled off the damn gloves, knowing I was damned either way to Sunday.

Fine. I would meet her tonight. And then I would get her to talk.

Yeah.

I would get her to talk.

I stopped talking like I had any control. It was masturbation in its purest form, and my dick was too sore as it was.

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This story is an explicit erotic thriller, full-length novel. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults and murder.

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you.

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Chapter 9

The only J’s I knew of was down on shit street by the shipbuilding yards. The only reason I knew that was because at one point I used to make “deliveries” down there because a chick I let move in with me took off with my savings I had stuck in the mattress.

Yes, I actually did that. Shut up.

My logic was that no one would be stupid enough to do such a thing, so who would actually look there? In my brilliance, I crammed the mattress with 25k of my hard-earned.

I wasn’t completely stupid, though, I cut into the Sealy and shoved packs of 20’s and 50’s everywhere around the springs and to the four corners. I figure it must’ve taken my live-in a good 25-30 minutes to get all of it. My only consolation was that she had cut herself in the process and left a little trail of blood.

Yeah, she got all of it.

She was persistent, the little fucker.

And I do mean little. Thai. A nipple over 4 1/2 feet. Walking in the bars, everyone thought I was bangin’ a child. I almost broke up with her for that reason. I don’t normally give a fuck what other people think, but in this case, it was almost warranted. Even with all my twisted sexual behavior, pedophiles are the one group of people I’d cross the street to kill. I didn’t want to be grouped in with them in any way.

So I kept her mostly secret. That was another stupid move. Few people saw me with her. I didn’t mention her to anyone. Hell, I didn’t even brag about fucking her—and she was tight. And hairless. Everything a guy would find brag-worthy. At the time, I don’t know if her hairlessness was genetic or not, but I never saw her shave. I never felt stubble. Even her ass was hairless. And man, I never tasted better ass.

Yes, I had enough sense to make sure she was actually of age. Shortly after meeting her, I pretty much demanded that I see her ID. I wasn’t going to take her word—not with her broken English and diminutive form. It turned out that she was 20 and had just gotten her work permit. She had come directly from Thailand. Had family there who were going to receive most of her paycheck, once she got a job and started making some good money.

After that first hairless sex experience, I checked her ID again to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. She was legit. Turns out that a lot of Thai girls were like that. Some Filipino’s, too.

Reassured, I honed my pussy-eating skills on her. That was about the only thing of worth I got out of her.

When I came home one day and found all her clothes gone and my mattress torn up, I took two days off to cuss at her and at myself. I walked the city in a fury hunting for her, then I notified the police. Then I spent another day cussing, drinking, and missing that pussy.

I was still a guy. Pussy like that was rare.

I then had to take a few side gigs for Thad. “Deliveries.”

I’m sure the deliveries were dirty. I didn’t look in the packages I carried, I didn’t want that knowledge. When you’re meeting guys named Olag in the shipyards at 2 in the morning, the less you know, the better. Olag, Chancy, Creen, and Jon. Dirtiest fuckers you ever laid eyes on. I made my deliveries and got the fuck out of there.

I didn’t make back all my money with those gigs, but I got close. That’s why I knew they were dirty. No one pays that amount of wad to hand off an envelope or a brown paper bag.

I dropped Thad after that. Didn’t want him thinking I was his bitch. But Thad did have his fingers in the porn industry, and I wanted steady work. Seems I was his bitch just a little.

J’s…I didn’t want to go down there. I didn’t want to meet Candy. Fuck her, yes. Taste her again, yes. Feel her…

Oh, fuck it.

Now, I only had to figure out what to wear. And whether or not I was going to take a weapon. It was still a seedy area. Her stiletto, maybe. She’d be pissed if I brought that.

Yeah. Really pissed.

Now I only had to figure out where I was going to hide that damned thing.

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Chapter 10

J’s was as shitty as the the shit street that ran past its front door. Deeper in the city, you have clubs for the Cadillac gays hoping for a hop and pop and chic baritones with a surprise for you under their skirts. J’s was S&M for those who didn’t know any better. It was for minds still stuck in the 80’s with assless chaps, flat leather caps, and horseshoe mustaches. Torn, threaded denim—the kind you earn—rounded out their less than trim figures.

I parked my car about three blocks away in a large broken parking area with a tattered rag fence. The lot was a joke, but the guy holding out his hand for the cash to park was not. He didn’t care if anyone saw the blade at his waist or his bad attitude. I understood hiding his gaze under his ray-bans, but it was fucking dark. The single pole light above was anything but illuminating. I gave him my money and stopped myself from commenting. I had the stiletto, but I hadn’t any practice or skill using it. Joe Cool with the glasses would probably cut me for being the smart ass I thought I was…show me how to use a blade from the inside out and then ask me for a twenty for his trouble.

I made it out of the lot and down the street without managing to kill or partially gut myself. This was harder than you think: I had the stiletto wrapped in a thin towel shoved down the front of my shirt and pants. If I fell, I’d end up shivving my gut.

I agonized about how best to bring the thing. I ended up romanticizing how slick it would be to have her reach down and grab my dick, only to find the end of the stiletto there. There would be the surprised look to her face and then the resultant animal lust from her because I had disobeyed. I wasn’t anyone’s bitch.

But as I walked, I was terrified that I would fall and kill myself. I must’ve looked like I was seriously constipated.

I thought about putting the thing down my pants point first, but between stabbing myself in the gut or taking the chance of piercing my dick all the way through and chance making it useless—I chose the gut. I think any man would make the same choice. I had the sense to wrap the stiletto in a towel. It made me look like I had a good bulge in my pants.

Sure, I could’ve put it down my sock, but I didn’t own any. I barely had pants. Most of my Florida wear was sweatpants and sandals in the coldest of weather. The gigs I worked didn’t have a dress code. I was spoiled in that.

So, it was black sweatpants, sandals and a loose black shirt—I wanted her to be able to rip my clothes off quickly.

As I walked, though, I could feel the tip of the stiletto work its way through the towel a bit. It rubbed my stomach sharply.

I looked ahead and saw a few club members hanging outside. One gruff dude actually had a toothpick—at least I thought it was a toothpick—hanging off the corner of his mouth.

I wanted to adjust the stiletto, but I didn’t want anyone seeing me doing that. And by now everyone was looking at me.

Yeah, I didn’t fit.

Leather and denim. Have to remember that for next time.

Fuck next time. She was meeting me somewhere else.

A woman stood next to the guy. She could have been his mother. She wore an opened vest that displayed her drooping cleavage down to a grey honey trail that dipped below a thick black belt studded with silver. Her belt wrapped a leather bikini, and those were wrapped in chaps. She wore dark eyeliner.

Next to her was a thinner, younger woman who was stroking the older woman’s thigh. This one could’ve come out of a Madonna video. As I approached, she looked at me and let her hand slide up the older woman’s crotch. She whispered something in the older woman’s ear.

I resisted the urge to close my eyes tightly and wish it all away, but that would have been insulting people who did life like this because they believed in it. I was not one to criticize another person’s life. I required the same of the rest of the world for my own choices. Walk on, old and young babe; I got your back.

With all that before me, I wasn’t being truly honest with myself. I actually was turned on a little. It had more to do with the excitement of what I was expecting or, rather, wishing to happen, and the fact that this stroking woman was doing this out in the open for anyone to see.

Anyone who happened to be crazy enough to walk out this way in the pit of night.

Still, sex was sex. On a set with cameras and lighting, there was a specific plan of action. Out here, anything could happen. That was the undercurrent that woke my dick a little. Nothing full-fledged, mind you, (I did have some control), but enough to make an outline happen in my sweatpants that ran right along the length of the stiletto.

Yep, I was looking like a two-dicked man about to get him some.

This wasn’t lost on the man. He looked down at me in a little confusion, then grinned. He reached up to his collar, on the side I couldn’t see, and then pulled down a mic hanging from a curly cord. He kept an eye on me and put a hand out to stop me.

I stopped.

“I think he’s here,” the man said. “Dorky. Thin. Has more than one hard on.”

There was silence for a few seconds, then he nodded and waved me over to him. He let go of the mic and put a hand on my chest to stop me as the two women moved toward me, one in front, the other in back.

I found it difficult to keep my tongue in check, but I managed. I was ready to challenge that dorky comment, but figured it wouldn’t help me get inside any faster—and might just have the opposite effect.

It wasn’t long before I had expert hands probing all over me, the best frisking experience I’ve had. They knew their way around a body and even lingered on the crease where God split me, traveled up there to cup my balls. I couldn’t keep my soldier from standing at attention through that. Hell, they were fine rubbing their own creases in public, what was a hard-on between friends?

I opened my mouth to say something when I noticed that these women weren’t quite what they appeared to be. I mean, older, yes, and younger, a little overweight and thin, but they were practiced. Strong. They moved with purpose and subtle strength.

I looked at the man and realized that he wasn’t just a lump of a guy either, but probably an old powerlifter. He had a little more flab on him than I’m sure in his heyday, but I wasn’t going to bet against him in a confrontation with me—or even three of me. The toothpick? It was a sharply pointed sliver of steel or some other metal. I don’t know if it was a weapon or a lock-picking tool.

The older woman got my attention again with a good, hard feel of my cock. She was damn good. I wanted more of that and gave her a smile indicating so. The younger one was against my back and then feeling up under my armpits and then hairline.

Finally, the older one felt all along the stiletto and then lifted up my shirt. She peeled back the towel some to reveal the rest of the stiletto’s tip. I was ready to protest and object them taking it from me, powerlifter or not, when the old woman let my shirt fall over it. She gave the powerlifter a small shake of her head with a look that said I was stupid.

I was okay with that. I’d let her think anything she wanted, if she’d just go back to caressing my dick again, Hell, I’d even insult myself for her.

But she didn’t do that. She went back to her place by the side of the door and her younger friend moved right back with her and resumed her caressing.

Beside me, the powerlifter touched his mic again and spoke into it. “He brought it,” he said. He waited again and then got his reply.

I didn’t like the reply he got in his ear. I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t like it. The guy smiled at me in a way that said I was in for something. That I had crossed a line somewhere I shouldn’t have.

He kept his smile while opening his arm wide to let me pass. I heard the door ahead unlock.

Yep. It was at this point I thought I should probably have gone in the opposite direction. Head back to my car with my tail between my legs and consider myself lucky.

But it turned out, I was as stubborn as I had always been. My youth hadn’t left me after all. Nobody was going to scare me away. It just wasn’t going to happen.

I looked at the three of them, and I stepped to the door and opened it.

And yes, it turned out that I was stupid, too.

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I assist young University girls with their studies

Sarah had a class soon, and I had some chores that were not going to wait any longer, so we exchanged emails and cell phone numbers and got dressed to leave.

“Did I pass the test?” grinned Desiree, still naked. She rubbed her clitoris absently.

“Well. . .” said Sarah, looking at me. “Given the unusual circumstances, I would have to say ‘yes.’ But I’ll need to be sure the other girls approve.”

“If you need me to provide other demonstrations of. . .” Desiree raised her eyebrows at me “. . .bringing an older guy to orgasm, I’m anxious to comply, as I wouldn’t want there to be any shadow of a doubt. In fact. . .”

“That will be enough for now,” said Sarah. We were both fully dressed. She turned to me. “Let’s go.”

The next few days were a melted jumble of work obligations and daydreams. I had no idea whether the commitment Sarah had promised for would hold for real, but either way vivid pink, brown, and curly red-haired fantasies made it difficult to concentrate on menu hierarchies and mouse clicks for my job. Working remotely I had a lot of flexibility, but I still did need to produce useful documentation.

I half expected her to freak out, and never to hear from her again. I didn’t hear anything the next day, but the day after I got a text.

From Sarah: “u free 2nite?”

That woke me up. My heart raced. Emotions were mixed between a cringe at the spelling and a feeling that the world had become lighter around me, and I along with it was now buoyant, nearly weightless.

“Yes,” I replied.

“meet w kelly?”

I blinked and shook my head. No, I wasn’t dreaming.

“Affirmative,” I typed.

“7pm meet at secret gate combo 34969” she replied, along with a set of map coordinates.

“I will be there,” I typed.

End of conversation.

It was 10:23 in the morning when I got the text. The nearly nine hours that lay ahead loomed like nine centuries. Those hours hung like an invisible oppressive barrier between myself and the world of my dreams, my heart’s desire, and ideal contentment. Were I more literary, I would convey each microscopic millisecond in detail, explaining with glacial precision how slowly each one crawled by, like a parade of slugs gradually making their way to plunder the tomato plants.

However, my literary talents are limited, so you’ll just have to imagine, and put up with my terrible metaphors.

At 6:49 sharp, I found the gate of the secret entrance. It was on a weird side street I had never heard of before, with a giant unmonitored parking lot opposite which, as far as I could tell, was always nearly empty.

Standing before the lighted keypad was a short Asian girl, who was studying it with a sheepish smile.

She looked up as I approached. “Can I help you?”

“Er, I was supposed to meet someone here.”

She stepped away from the keypad and I punched in the code. The lock clicked and I unfastened the gate, looking at her.

“I forgot my combination,” she said. “It’s all electronic. They can add them or delete them for security.”

“Couldn’t you just go in the front entrance?”

She blushed. “You do not see me here. If you EVER see me in public, I was never ever here. OK?”

“See who?” I said.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want me to tell someone you’re here? I suppose you could probably just come on in.”

“I’m going to see Caroline. Do you know her?”

I shrugged. “No idea.” I considered. “You seem OK. I guess I can let you in with me. Actually, you can show me the way.”

“OK.” She brushed past me cozily, and I followed her down an alleyway as the door clicked shut behind us.

Then she stopped abruptly, causing a pleasant collision with the crease between her soft full buns a little below waist level. “Hey, are you that guy that’s seeing Sarah now?”

I nodded, “I’ll be seeing her very soon, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That sweet little girl — I’ve had a crush on her, like, forever.”

My eyebrows raised. “What would Caroline think?”

She laughed. “Never you mind that. Caroline would want to join in!”

“I can mention it to Sarah and see what she says,” I heard myself offer, unbelievably.

“Let me get your cell number. . .” she pulled out her phone.

I told her, and she sent me a text. It pinged.

“And your name is?” I said.

“You can call me Annalee,” she said. “Around here they know me like that. Sounds like ‘anally,’ huh? I like to ride along behind. Along with other things. . . I’d love to ride along behind you,” she said. “I hear it’s a lot more fun with someone who has a prostate, but I’ve never tried it before. Or I could ride along behind her while she has a massive double-penetrated orgasm around your cock. I tell you, being connected with a girl’s asshole when she cums is like nothing else. . . gives me massive orgasms every time.”

“Er, I’ll pass that along,” I said.

We continued down the alley, and reached a doorway to the cellar of the sorority building. There were two trap doors set at an angle. She opened one, lighting the flashlight of her phone, and stepped down the stairs. I got my phone out as well and did the same.

“Close the door behind you,” she said, and I did. We walked for a ways down a long narrow corridor. It was wide enough for only one person really, though two could get by each other if they squeezed. “The story goes that they put in this secret tunnel during the war with the British, but it was never used,” she said.

A light appeared at the end of the tunnel, and I heard my sweetheart’s voice. “Someone there?” called out Sarah.

Annalee took a sharp in-breath and put her hand to her heart, glancing back at me devilishly. She grinned, then kept on walking. We were almost to the light.

“Sarah?” I said. “It’s me. Someone is showing me the way in.”

“You’re early,” she replied. “I was just about to come get you.”

The opening at into the Sorority building turned out to be a bottom panel in a hallway, so we had to get on our hands and knees to crawl through. Fortunately, it had been done often enough that someone had thoughtfully put in soft padding and carpet.

Annalee climbed through, and waved goodbye, disappearing around the corner as I was climbing through.

On my hands and knees, I found myself glancing up under Sarah’s dress for a moment, at a familiar-looking wet spot. I stood.

“You’re here!” said Sarah.

“So are you!” I replied, gathering her in my arms. Her soft warm body felt good against mine. So gentle and fragile. We kissed and caressed. “Are you nervous?” I asked.

She nodded. “A little.”

I pressed her to me. “Oh, Sarah. I’d love to lie in bed with you all night long. Do nothing else, just pass the time being together.”

She smiled. “Sounds wonderful. I should come by your house sometime.”

“I would love that,” I said.

“I confess, though,” she said. “I’m feeling pretty horny right at the moment.”

She guided my hand under her dress to her pubic arch. The panties were sopping. She gave a little yelp of pleasure as I touched her. Then smiled at me.

“So you talked to Kelly?” I asked.

She gave a little wriggle of pride. “I did. Can you believe how brave I am?”

“What did she say?”

“First I reminded her of the time she asked me if I liked other girls. You know, really liked other girls, wink wink. She said ‘yes,’ and I think she knew where I was heading. I told her you’re my boyfriend now and would she like to get together, just the three of us sometime to explore. She made all kinds of teasing objections, but I think she had decided from the beginning the answer was ‘yes.’ She was just getting back at me for saying ‘no’ the first time.”

“So she finally did say ‘yes?’”

“She did.”

“Did she say anything else I should know about? Any particular fetish she likes or doesn’t?”

Sarah thought. “No, just meet me at seven. That was it.”

I laughed. “Then what are we waiting for?!”

I followed her up the stairs. Kelly’s door was open. Indigo Girls was playing quietly in the background. Kelly was lying on her queen-sized bed, was covered in a fluffy purple quilt.

“I was wondering if you’d show,” said Kelly, smiling. “Come in, both of you, and close the door.”

We did.

Kelly was wearing turquoise yoga pants that matched her big blue eyes and a tie-dye shirt of rainbow colors. Her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair was gathered in a bright red headband. She sat up and put down the book she was reading. Dorian Gray.

I heard faint noises from the sex room, next door.

“How’s it going?” she said.

“Good as it gets,” I replied.

Sarah sat down next to Kelly, and motioned for me to sit next to Kelly on the other side.

Sarah was gazing into Kelly’s big beautiful eyes, and Kelly was gazing back. They were caressing each other’s faces, when Sarah leaned in and kissed Kelly on the lips.

The first kiss was brief, but when Kelly kissed back, it lasted longer.

The were in each other’s arms, groping all over each other obsessively, then they fell back on the bed with Kelly on top. She was pulling off Sarah’s shirt, and Sarah was pulling off hers. Neither had big enough boobs to merit wearing a bra really. Perfectly curved little bulges, four beauties in facing pairs, nipples erect on both sides.

“I’ve determined the cause of inflation,” I said.

“What?” exclaimed Kelly, glancing back at me. Both of them were shirtless now, and Kelly was sitting on Sarah’s crotch, having pinned Sarah’s arms to the bed.

“Inflation,” I said, pointing to the bulge in my pants. “It’s not the prime interest rate. It’s caused by watching my girlfriend make out with another girl.”

“Ugh!” exclaimed Kelly, covering her face with her hands. “That’s terrible!”

“I forgot to mention,” said Sarah. “About being with an an older guy: dad jokes while having sex.”

Kelly pinned Sarah again.

“Ow!” said Sarah.

“Now I need to punish you for the dad jokes.” Kelly stole another glance at me. “Or maybe I could pretend to be your daughter. That’s right, making out with her girlfriend.”

“Bad girl,” I said. “Very naughty.”

“Oh daddy,” she said. “Don’t punish me!”

The word “daddy” set off some kind of taboo fantasy sparks. Even though I had no real daughter.

“You were going to punish Sarah, weren’t you?” I commented.

Kelly grinned. “That’s right!” To Sarah, she said: “Now what should your punishment be?”

“Do I get to choose?” replied Sarah.

Kelly cackled. “That depends. What do you suggest?”

“Let’s see. How about you sit on my face until you cum, while. . .”

Kelly reacted with joyous shock. “Who would have thought? Sweet little Sarah! Go on.”

“While he cums inside of me.”

“A cock and a pussy at the same time! What fun!” Kelly hopped up and tore off her turquoise yoga pants, tossing them aside to reveal her skinny legs and cute little blonde pussy, the sight of which gave me new reasons to be alive. Now that she was standing, I could see how tall and thin she was.

Kelly saw me getting off on her, and leaned over, tapping the bulge of my cock. “Need some help with that?” she offered.

“Some wardrobe adjustment is in order,” I mumbled, unfastening my pants. Kelly helped me pull them down and off, and knelt, fully naked face to face with my sex as I sat up on the bed. Sarah, still with her dress on, propped herself up to watch.

I was pretty stiff and long by that point. Kelly cupped under my balls and took my tip into her mouth, circling her tongue a few times, tasting the drops that had emerged.

“Spicy,” she said, then plunged her mouth over me, deep. I must have been hitting her tonsils back there.

I turned to gaze at Sarah, and our eyes locked.

“Kelly’s saliva as lube,” Sarah murmured, ”all up inside me.” She gave a little tremor, absently stroking her clit.

Kelly continued for a while. Drops of her drool crept down to my testicles.

Then she withdrew abruptly, and pulled off her bright red headband, deftly wrapping it around my cock and balls. The gentle pressure from the elastic was pleasant. “Now you can fuck her through my headband. Is that hot, or what? I’ll put it on in public and you’ll know where it’s been. Now go over and get on top of her. Must I show you everything?” She gave a little chortle.

I complied, and Sarah spread her legs so I could pull her panties off.

“Take off the dress?” I asked.

“Nah, leave it. It’s due for washing anyway.”

Taking the arrow of my cock between thumb and index fingers, Kelly guided me to Sarah’s opening. Her warm, soft, squishy love grip surrounded me, as I pushed in easily, greased by Kelly’s slime.

Sarah fell back with a sigh of gratitude as I sunk myself gradually into her. We made love for a bit, Sarah’s juices soaking into Kelly’s headband. I almost felt like I was fucking Kelly’s head at the same time.

Kelly sat up at Sarah’s head, facing the two of us as our rhythm continued. Kelly spread her legs. “Hey Daddy! How you like to taste your daughter’s little pee-pee hole? While you’re fucking my best friend?”

The nice thing about being taller than Sarah is that I can reach over her head while I’m inside her to kiss another girl’s pussy. Sarah’s eyes were closed anyway, as she was lost in her own pleasure dome.

I lapped at Kelly’s pink pearl with my pointed tongue, tasting her sweet pussy while I thrust into Sarah. Kelly moaned. Sarah moaned back.

After a bit, I had to come up for air. Sarah noticed, and reaching behind my back, forced me to bend down and kiss her.

“Mm, mm. Do love that taste!” she said, licking Kelly’s pussy juice off my lips.

“Two pussies at once,” I murmured. “Amazing.”

“That’s my theory: trick for hanging onto a man is to make sure he has enough other pussies to play with so he doesn’t get bored.”

I laughed. “Or maybe is it so that you don’t get bored?”

Sarah smiled. “Well, that too. It’s a nascent theory. We’re still working out the details.”

By now, Kelly had got up on her hands and knees facing us still, and began lowering her pussy down to Sarah’s mouth. I had to angle diagonally to get out of the way. I planted little kisses on Kelly’s abdomen.

Kelly gave a big “Yesssss!” of approval once she set down onto Sarah’s lips. I could see Sarah’s tongue working where mine had recently been. She put a pillow under her head to reach better.

I straightened out so I was face to face with Kelly and her big blue eyes. We stared at each other as I fucked my girlfriend through her red headband, and she sat on my girlfriend’s face.

Kelly’s face was haloed by her blonde hair, out loose now. She was indeed as beautiful and charming a young lady as ever there could be. So cute I could simply devour her.

Gradually, our lips approached, and we kissed delicately and lovingly, arms wrapped around each other for support.

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered in my ear, “Our first kiss! While your hard cock is penetrating another girl! So romantic!”

“Who said chivalry was dead?” I whispered back.

“Pump up my best friend with your seed, Daddy! She’s been a bad girl, tonguing other girls’ pussies and all — uh, uh, uh. . . giving them org. . . OMG! Ahhh!”

And with Kelly’s orgasms, I felt and heard Sarah cum around me in chain reaction. It wasn’t long before I became part of the chain, pumping sweet cream into Sarah’s sacred love channel, leaving slimy secretions deep within her for her body to cherish, while Kelly’s love juices were oozing all over her face.

And the night was just beginning.

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fucked hard

Knock, Knock. “Can I come in?” John Cena asked.

“Yeah you can,” said the 10 divas at once.

“Hello lad…,” was what he was about to say.

He was; however, cut off half way through when he saw all the ladies completely nude and he was dumb stuck. “I’m so sorry. I thought when you said I could come in that you were decent, but I guess not. I’ll go.”

“No, it’s okay. We don’t mind,” they all said ,as they giggled ,which made all their tits bounce a little.

John Cena’s 10 inch cock started to stir as he saw their tits bounce around. He tried to move around a bit to hide his arousal.

“Looks like you don’t mind much,” Candice said laughing as she looked right at the bulge in his pants

“Oh my god! I’ll go and leave you guys alone. I’m sorry about all this,” he said.

“No don’t go. We don’t mind. Come on over here and sit. Pretty, please,” said Ashley as she walked out of the bathroom. She let the robe go that she was wearing after the shower she just took before he came in.

John always had a thing for Ashley since the first time he saw her in the auditions. She had the most perfect body and the most fuckable tits he had ever seen.

“Ok I guess I can stay,” he said trying not to seem so excited about being invited to stay.

He walked over and sat on a chair that faced all of the girls. They were doing what each one had to do and that was put on lingerie since there was a lingerie competition next. All the girls looked amazing in their lingerie but Ashley looked especially hot in her very skimpy number. He got so aroused by her that it looked like he had a tent set up in his pants.

“My, my, my John it looks like you sure are enjoying the show. What do you think girls should we help him out or let him suffer?” asked Ashley.

“Let him suffer and we will help him out putting away that tent after the contest,” Trish Stratus said as she put on her skimpy pink bra.

“Well I guess I can wait as long as I can get some help from all you lovely ladies,” he said as get got up and readjusted his cock in his pants.

“Aww thanks you are so sweet,” they all said as they got up and put their robes on.

They each gave him a kiss on his lips as they left for the stage. Ashley was the last one out and instead of just giving him a kiss on the lips she took his head and shoved her tongue down his throat kissing him as hard as she could. She took a hold of his right hand and guided it to her panties and he could feel the wetness starting to form there.

“That is all from seeing the tent in your pants and thinking of what is under there. I need to go now but I will se you later, k?” she asked as she let his hand go and stood looking deep in his eyes.

“MMM I can’t wait,” he said. He was just about to rub her panties some more but she backed away and left for the stage.

John took a chair and placed it in front of the big screen TV sitting down. He turned it on and was shocked by the channel it was set on. It was an adult channel. Showing was a gangbang with 20 well hung black guys fucking 10 white girls. They were really nasty with cum everywhere. Even though he wanted to watch further, he knew he could see that anytime, but he might not have the opportunity to see Ashley strutting her stuff half naked on stage, so he turned it onto Raw.

Trish Stratus, the first diva in the lingerie contest, was just walking down the runway in her robe. He decided he should make himself more comfortable so he went to the dressing room door and closed it. He removed his shirt and unzipped his shorts and slid them off along with his underwear. He sat down; his dick only semi hard at 5 inches. He got there just as Trish was disrobing.

“God I can’t wait to disrobe her fully and explore her whole body. Wait is that what I think it is?” he asked himself as he looked at the screen closely at her pussy and saw some wetness.

He was shocked but also turned on by the fact that he was probably the one that made her wet. His cock grew an extra inch. The rest of the girls came out and all disrobed and his cock was almost hard. The last one to come out was Ashley. Just when he heard the music his cock went to full mast.

He didn’t stroke his cock because he knew he would cum just from touching it. She did her routine and he thought his dick was going to explode but it didn’t it just leaked some pre-cum. Ashley won the competition and the ladies were on their way back to their locker room. He thought about putting his clothes back on but he was too horny.

“Man I thought this new lingerie I got would ensure me a win,” Trish said as she opened the door to the locker room.

“MMMM looks like he kept himself busy while we were gone girls,” she said as she saw him naked in the chair as she walked in.

“Any of you want to join me in the nude?” John asked as he got up and turned the TV off and faced the girls.

“I sure will,” they all said unanimously as they all took off their bras and their tits bounced out. Taking off their panties a drop of juice ran down their legs.

“So who wants to have fun first? Don’t worry though you all will get a turn,” he said as he stood there stroking his cock. “I want to go first and have fun with that fuck stick of yours,” Candice said.

She stepped toward him and started to kiss him and then she opened her mouth and they started French kissing. The other ladies started taking seats watching the show. He started to grope her ass and caress her back.

“Mmm you have a fantastic ass there Candice. I can’t wait to fuck it,” he said as he groped and squeezed her ass.

“Neither can I,” she said as she brought a hand to his cock and started to stroke it.

“Mmm you better stop that or start sucking on me cause I can’t stand much more of that or I will blow,” he said as he started to tense up.

“You got it,” she said as she bent on her knees.

She took his cock in her hand and raised it and licked it from the base to the tip slowly, then started licking it all over. While she was doing this, the other ladies were playing with their clits while sitting down with their legs spread. Candice took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it hard.

“Mmmm tastes good. You like?” Candice asked as she let his cock head come out of her mouth.

“Mmmmm I sure do. Suck it all bitch,” John said as she stroked his cock.

She took his cock and slowly slid the whole shaft in her mouth. With her right hand she started stroking and messing with his balls. With her other hand she started to caress her left breast and pinch the nipple.

“Mmm your mouth feels so good on my cock I am really close,” John said as he moaned.

Candice took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it a few times and then she slid his whole cock to his balls in her mouth. That was as much as he could take.

“Ohhh fuck. I am cummming!” John said as his body tensed and he came in her mouth.

She was able to swallow the first shot but the second shot seeped out and ran down her chin. The next few she couldn’t catch either and those ran down her chin and dripped to her tits. She licked and sucked the rest of the cum from his cock and he then sat down. She looked down at her tits and started rubbing the cum into them.

“Mind of I help sweetie,” Ashley asked Candice as she got up and was walking over to her.

“Yeah I would love if you would help me clean myself up,” Candice said as she was starting to take her left tit and lick the nipple.

Ashley sauntered over with her tits bouncing and when she got to Candice she squatted down and they started to French kiss. John sat back and stroked his cock. Candice reached out and started to rub the outside of Ashley’s pussy.

“Mmmm nice and wet,” Candice said as she felt up Ashley’s pussy.

“Oh God your hand feels so good on my pussy,” Ashley said as Candice rubbed her clit with her palm.

Candice and Ashley stopped kissing and Ashley sat down and they both just started to grope around each other. They grabbed breasts and felt up pussies and French kissed. Ashley started to get dominant and placed a hand on her chest and slowly pushed her down to the ground.

“Don’t worry Candice let me take control for a bit and you can just enjoy,” she said as she slid up her body and spoke that seductively in Candice’s ears.

Candice sat back and relaxed as Ashley leaned in and kissed her deep with her tongue probing all over her mouth. She let her hands roam over Candice’s body where they ended up at her tits. She kneaded them and squeezed them. She rolled her nipples and pinched them.

“Oh please pinch them really hard. Suck them!” Candice said as she started to rub her clit slowly.

Ashley sucked her nipples and pinched them some more and kept kneading them while she slid down her body kissing and licking the whole way down stopping at her belly button and tongue fucked it which made Candice get more wet.

“Mmmmm you naughty girl. You like that don’t you?” Ashley asked after she heard Candice moan from tongue fucking her belly button.

“Oh God yesss, I do love it!,” she squealed as she rubbed her clit faster.

Ashley slid down even further and avoided her pussy licking and kissing down her leg and then up and then down the other and up the other.

“Please lick my cunt,” Candice begged between her moans.

Ashley backed her head up and then dove down into her pussy. She started licking like a cat at the top of her pussy and then she worked her tongue inside of her pussy starting to tongue fuck her. She brought her right hand to her pussy and started to rub her clit really fast. Candice was really getting wet and was really moaning and purring. While she was doing this, the other girls were licking each other and fucking each other with dildos and cumming all over each other. John was fucking Stacy Keibler with her on her back and her long sexy legs on his shoulders and him pounding her fast.

Candice’s body started to tense.

“Oh Fuck Ashley I am about to cummmmm!” Candice said as she tensed up and came moaning and squealing.

Ashley took her fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth sucking on them and said, “Mmmmm you taste so good Candice.”

“Let’s go and help John out and maybe give his stick a ride or two,” Candice said as she got up and grabbed Ashley’s hand pulling her with her as she walked over to John.

“Oh Fuck Stacy your pussy is so tight,” John said as he pounded into her; his balls bouncing at her ass.

“Your cock feels so good in my fuckin pussy,” Stacy said as she rocked back on his cock.

“Can we help?” Candice and Ashley asked at the same time.

“Mmmmm okay,” Stacy said as she moaned.

Candice went up to Stacy and knelt down with her pussy on her face and Ashley went back behind John and started to caress his balls as he fucked Stacy. Candice started to ride Stacy’s face as Stacy moans into her pussy. John said that he was about to cum from Candice’s caressing.

“Oh my god. I am about to cum so hard,” John said as he pounded into her one last time. Judt then she came thrashing and moaning and purring and squealing.

John pulled out and stepped up to her face as Candice and Ashley sat right with her waiting for some of John’s cum. He stroked his cock as fast as he could.

“Here it comes,” John said as the first stream shot out and hit Stacy right in the forehead. He turned toward Candice and his second stream hit her right in the mouth. He then turned toward Ashley and she took his cock and sucked it in her mouth and cleaned his cock off. They all look up and see all the girls standing around them watching.

“That was really hot to watch,” they all said once.

All the girls went to the showers and cleaned up and made plans with others to meet for more fun later. Everyone asked Ashley to meet them but she said no to everyone and John was surprised. All the girls said goodbye to John with a French kiss and left. When the last girl left, he noticed that Ashley was still there.

“Why didn’t you make any plans with the girls? Don’t you want to have some more fun?” asked John.

“I sure do want to have more fun but I want to have it with you later,” Ashley said as she slipped him her number and French kissed him and grabbing his cock before she left. John couldn’t wait till they met again

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

her day to begin

This day was just after my sixteenth birthday I was visiting an art museum; I love to go and visit the galleries. My family has just moved here from overseas a few months before and I wanted to visit the new show going on. After six months of waiting I was able to go by myself.

This place is converted from a long ago palace, bigger than the ones in france or russia. It took some time to find the new displays, and I got to talking with one of the young displayers. It was so nice to make a new friend, especially one who was in the process of showing off the displays. He stated that he did “living artwork in process of continual action.” By this I just assumed he meant growing plants in different ways of patterns and the like.

As the afternoon groups broke up, he asked if I would like a look-see at his displays. I jumped at the chance immediately. He led me through a back way to the middle of one great gallery. “I have to go for a bit, but take the tour and hang onto this,” he handed me a badge marked VIP Participant, with his mark on it, “It will get you into some of the more interesting of places, and be sure to join in the action if you get invited.” I agreed and thought nothing more of it.

The gallery covered many rooms on three floors. The highest floor was marked with a sign for “Adults or VIP badge holders only.” The guard at the entryway shook his head at seeing my badge, and commented to his friend as I passed by about the “fresh meat winding up on the table.” The rooms showed displays of nudity and of people engaged in various sexual acts. Most of the acts were of a very explicit and frank nature of display. Even as embarrassed as I was, the sights got my curiosity up and I went deeper into the exhibit.

One side room held a small series of futon like matts, covered in silky sheets and pillows, along with filming or broadcasting equipment for a live web production. I went inside and looked around. Several people were there, and one man came over and opened a book “There you are, I am glad someone finally was sent to the shoot, now this is the standard action form, just sign here and you will be paid today after the show is done, You understand, 500.00 cash for your praticipation just as promised. All you need to do is sign here.”

He handed me a pen, and I put my signature to the paper without thinking of it. That is a lot of money to be offered for a bit of work. A lady led me to be outfitted, or as I soon learned – lack of outfit – for the shoot. It took some doing, and a hell of a lot of pressure of the boss, but I finally came out wearing only a large towel wrapped around me. I was now really wondering what the hell i have gotten myself into this time.

One guy came over and asked several very direct questions… “Now then, just to make sure that we have the right information, have you ever had sex with a man before? ” i answered that i am still a virgin, and replied yes when asked if i wanted to lose it. I just assumed he meant later when I found the right guy… “now have you ever given head before?” No. I am getting nervous and tense with the activity around me, the director is running commands to others, saying to hurry it up as showtime is fast approaching.

“Now have you ever done muff before?” At the look of confusion on my face he became exasperated, and his assistant, a young curvatious lady explained “what he wants to know is have you ever eaten/or been eaten out by another woman?” I asked as if she meant at lunch or at dinner… “Man you are really an innocent one. No, what i mean by that is have you had sex with a woman before, you know, have you ever had pussy for a snack or main course?”

Now I knew I was really in trouble, I explained to the lady I just wandered in from outside and the events happening from there. She talked quickly with the boss, who explained that in this country, at sixteen I can legally make binding deals; and in this case the contract is clear, I have consented to be filmed in an sexually explicit means for payment of service.

A minute later action was called, and two ordinary ladies came into the room, wearing only the skimpiest of bra and panties. They led me by the hand onto the matts, and took off my towel. The two of them, Julie and Lisa, commenced to rub my sides, back, stomach, and then moved up to my small breasts. Their hands moved and squeezed in rhythem, I got the feeling they have done this quite a lot.

Julie looked at me wickedly as she stepped back, and undid her bra. Lisa did likewise with hers. Next off came their panties, and they started erotic dancing and touching of me between them. Soon enough, they started again on me, sucking and kissing me all over, putting my hands on their bodies, especially the breasts and butts. Julie came up behind me and locked her arms about my chest, while Lisa slowly smooched my lips. There was a warm firey sensation building in my body, unlike anything i have felt before.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Lisa started her way down to my breasts, locking her lips upon them each, one at a time. Julie smiled at me, as she rubbed her hands over my stomach. “Its nearly showtime for you little one, soon no more innocence for your body.” I asked her what she meant by that…Lisa had gone to her knees and set my legs slightly apart…”Simple, she is going to eat out your pussy and make you into a properly bred woman.”

Lisa went in at me hard and fast, like there was no tommorow, I reached my first real climax in nothing flat, much to my disappointment. I was told to leave soon afterward, as the movie shoot was called “Innocence denied” in which the virgin girl (myself) is made to cum, yet denied the right to do it with others.

When I left the museum later, I felt totally ashamed, even though I had 500.00 for a short time of working. My real humiliation (to me at least) came when I got home early, and found my aunt watching the show on a web sight. She looked at me, and I was waiting for the explosion to occur. “Come here my girl, I saw how they treated you, and want the full story of this hypocracy.”

I explained all down to the minutest details. Looking at me, deep in thought, it was as if she reached a decision. “Listen Imo, there is a way to do it right, and I can help you if you want me to.” I looked at her, and she smiled, nodding her head yes. She led me to the couch, and slipped out of her skirt and panties. Spreading her legs, she used her fingers to open herself up. Her eyes drew me in, and she declared “If you want it done right Imo, just put your face down there and start licking me. I’ll guide you through it step by step.”

It took me only a moment to decide on this choice. She was as sweet tasting as i could have imagined (though i never thought of how a woman tasted before now). She has turned out to be a great teacher.

This day was the first of many such lessons of life for me.

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fucked hard

*** This story is fan fiction and not endorsed by the WWF or any of the characters involved. ***

Debra wrestles Luna to the mud, and Luna feels Debra’s thigh as it presses against her bare pussy. Debra rubs her thigh between Luna’s legs, making Luna’s pussy hotter and wetter. Debra’s hand slips between Luna’s legs, and she lightly brushes against Luna’s swollen clit. Luna moans softly. Tori grabs Debra’s bra strap and rips it from her shoulder. She tugs firmly on the mud covered lace bra until it rips from Debra’s body. Debra’s large firm breasts stand proudly, Tori grips both breasts with her hands, and firmly pinches Debra’s large pink nipples. Debra screams in pain. Luna grunts as Debra’s finger slips into her mud covered pussy. Debra furiously pumps her finger in and out of Luna’s wet pussy slit.

Tori places her mouth on Debra’s large breast, and begins to bite her nipple. Debra’s free hand slaps at Tori, knocking her to her back. Luna quickly seizes the opportunity, and she quickly pulls from Debra’s hand, and straddles Tori’s face. Tori resists as Luna presses her mud covered pussy against her mouth. She spits the slimy mud from her mouth, but Luna rubs her pussy furiously against Tori’s face. The referee moves closer to the women, but no one will submit. Debra pulls Tori’s panties from her mud covered body, and tosses them to the crowd. The place goes wild. Debra now thrusts her hand between Tori’s legs, and begins to paw at her pussy.

Suddenly, out comes Jacqueline..she picks up a firehose from beside the mud pit, and begins to spray the 3 ladies. The crowd goes even wilder as the slimy mud is washed away, revealing the 3 naked lady wrestlers. Luna is grinding her pussy against Tori’s face, and has her wild blonde hair waving wildly as she thrashes her head. Debra quickly jumps from the mud pit, and tackles Jacqueline to the floor. Jacqueline hits the concrete quite hard, and is momentarily knocked breathless. Debra seizes the opportunity, and quickly tears Jacqueline’s bra from her huge ebony tits. Debra sits on Jackie’s chest, rubbing her pussy against the large black breasts. Her clit rubs against the cocoa colored nipple, making it quite erect. Jackie grunts, and tries to toss Debra.

Jackie thrusts upwards, throwing Debra to her back. Jackie quickly sits on Debra’s face, holding her blonde hair in her strong hands. Debra can smell Jackie’s aroma from her hot musky pussy. Debra’s breath feels so hot on Jacqueline’s pussy. Her clit throbs against her panties. Tori quits resisting, and her tongue slips against Luna’s wet pussy. Luna moans, and grinds her pussy even harder against Tori’s face. “Oh God” Luna moans as she climaxes. Tori can taste her pussy juices as they flow from Luna’s shaved pussy. Luna furiously grinds against her, as Tori’s tongue works on her enlarged clit.

Jacqueline quickly peels her panties off, and Debra’s tongue slides into her hot black pussy. “Oh yeah, lick me baby” Jacqueline moans. The referee is stunned as Tori and Luna pull him to the mud. His pants are quickly removed, and Luna takes his semi erect cock into her mouth. He quickly grows hard, and Luna expertly deepthroats his large thick cock. The ref is moaning loudly, as Luna works on his aching cock. Jacqueline quickly pulls Debra into the 69 position, and slides her tongue into Debra’s sweet wet pussy. Debra moans loudly, and she hungrily sucks on Jacqueline’s hot pussy. The 2 ladies furiously grind against each other’s mouths, working each other to quick, hot climaxes.

The smell of pussy fills the arena, and Debra rides Jacqueline’s face wildy, collapsing on top of the muscular ebony wrestler. Jacqueline’s tongue is still lapping at Debra’s hot sweet pussy. Jacqueline softly moans as she tastes Debra’s wonderful juices flow from her beautiful pussy. Jacqueline hungrily sucks on Debra’s clit, making her cum again. Debra moans loudly, and her body quivers as her pussy explodes with pleasure. The ref slides his cock into Tori’s muddy pussy, and Tori moans loudly. Luna continues rubbing her pussy against Tori’s face. The ref thrusts wildly into Tori, moving her body with each powerful push of his large cock. Luna’s body begins to shake, and she begins to play with her own nipples, as she climaxes.

“Oh fuck yeah” Luna yells. The ref moans, and quickly pulls his cock from Tori’s hot tight pussy. He faces Luna, and with one pull on his cock, his hot cum erupts. It shoots with great force, and splashes against Luna’s face. Luna’s mouth opens widely to accept the hot sticky treat. The ref roughly shoves his cock into Luna’s mouth, and she groans as the hot sweet cum shoots into the back of her throat. Luna hungrily sucks the man’s cock with wild lust. Jackie quickly picks Debra up, and placing her on her shoulder runs backstage with the naked blonde. Tori slips from beneath Luna, and runs backstage also. Luna continues to fuck the ref with her hot mouth, milking the remaining cum from his hot cock.

As the ref’s cock begins to soften ,Luna releases it from her mouth, and rushes back stage. The ref waves his arm, and shouts “It’s a draw”. Backstage, the 4 women are in the shower, washing the mud from their hot bodies. Jacqueline is washing Debra’s body, covering her with hot soapy bubbles. Luna and Tori are washing themselves. Shane McMahon is hiding, behind the shower walls, watching the 4 women as they play and wash. He calls out to Ivory who quickly comes running into the room. “Here, I need you to take care of something for me” he says. Ivory looks down at Shane, who has his cock in his hand, furiously stroking himself. Ivory quickly drops to her knees, and takes her boss’s son’s cock between her lips. Shane moans as Ivory begins to swallow his 8 inch cock. “Oh yeah, suck me baby” Shane grunts. Ivory works Shane’s erect cock with her mouth, making him moan. Shane slips his hand between Ivory’s legs, and feels her wetness thru her panties. He begins to rub her pussy through her cotton panties, making her wetter and hotter. Ivory grunts as Shane’s finger slips inside of the thin cotton panties.

Shane easily finds her swollen clit, and begins to rub it in small circular motions. Ivory thrusts against his finger, while still hungrily sucking his cock. Shane thrusts his cock deeper into her mouth, gagging her. “Oh god” he yells. His cum erupts into her mouth, and Ivory coughs. Cum spills from her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She continues sucking him, and holds his hard cock in her hand, stroking him wildly. Shane furiously rubs her clit, and she climaxes, her juices gush from her pussy, soaking his hand. “Mmmm, you are so hot and wet” Shane moans. Shane quickly pulls her panties off, and dives between her legs. Ivory grunts as his tongue slides between her wet pink pussy lips. Shane’s tongue wiggles wildly inside of Ivory’s pussy. His finger rubbing on her swollen clit, she climaxes again. Her pussy sprays, as she climaxes, and Shane noisily slurps at the spewing pussy cum. “Mmmm” Ivory moans. Shane continues working on her pussy until she pushes! ! his face from between her legs.

“Mmmm, fuck me big boy” Ivory moans. She pulls her pretty pink pussy lips widely apart, and Shane thrusts his swollen cock into her. Ivory grunts as his cock slides all the way inside of her. Shane fucks her wildly. He quickly removes her bikini top, and his mouth finds her erect dark colored nipples. Shane hungrily sucks on her pretty nipples, as he slams his cock deeply into her tight pussy. Ivory moans loudly as she climaxes. Her pussy grips Shane’s cock like a vise. Shane moans and his cock erupts into her pussy. Ivory cums again as she feels Shane’s thick hot cum shooting inside of her. “Oh yeah, give it to me baby” Ivory yells. Shane thrusts wildly, filling her pussy with his cum.

They continue fucking until his cock begins to soften…”Damn, you are so good” Shane says to her. Ivory smiles brightly at Shane, and he slaps her on her firm ass. “Mmmm, you too, Shane” Ivory softly moans. Shane watches as the female wrestler begins putting her panties back on. He watches as her firm ass wiggles wildly as Ivory struts from the room. Shane quickly dresses, and notices the showers are now empty. In another room the Godfather and De’lo Brown are sitting, smoking a fattie while watching the “HO’s” as they enter the room. “Mmmm, will you look at that” The Godfather says. “Damn, you sure know how to pick them” De’Lo says, watching as the bevy of beauties strut into the room.

To Be Continued…

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mandy and i go to crete for a holoday, she isnt very outgoing sexuakky but she is fucked in every hole, body modified, and life will never be the same again

We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the
afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from
the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting
on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with
their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and
sex. The sex we got was not what we had in mind and this is our
story.

The apartment had a shared pool with one other villa, when we
got out of the cab, the couple in the other villa were laid out
on sunbeds, we could only see the back of the beds and the
topvof their heads over the backrests, other than the two of
them it was really quiet,at least no kids about we
thought.

We went to the apartment via the pool area just to say hello
and do the right thing, set the mood etc. As we rounded the
corner, we saw they were both completely naked. The bloke,
later identified as Michael was sporting the biggest cock I had
ever seen, I jokingly nudged my wife and told her to close her
mouth. It must have been over 10 inches long and fat, my first
thought was it wouldnt have been out of place on a horse. His
wife, a slight woman, slim, nice tits was also naked, she had
her feet on the floor one one either side of the sunbed, she
had one hand in her pussy playing with herself and the other
hand was stroking Michael’s massive cock. She was laid back,
eyes closed and blissfully unaware that we were there at
all.

Calm as you like Michael said, Helga darling we have company
and she opened her eyes, looked traight at us and said hi, nice
to meet you, without stopping what either of her hands were
doing. She asked.with a smile how long we were staying and said
this pool area was nice and private, adding that we could
pretty much do whatever we wanted while we were there.

With that,she rolled off of her sunbed and on to Michael’s
taking his huge cock straight down her throat in one simple
movement. My jeans were bulging as my cock was nearing half
mast and she sucked him while continuing to slide most of her
hand in her wet pussy while her arse was high up in the
air.

Mandy, my wife, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into
our apartment saying that she couldn’t believe the front of
that woman. We then unpacked, Mandy moaning the whole time
about how unbearable this week was going to be. For me, the
jury was definitely out as I could quite fancy watching Helga
play with herself all week and she looked like she could give a
damn good blowjob too.

We finished unpacking, walked into town for dinner and ate,
Mandy gradually unwinding and in the end actually managing to
laugh about it.. oh my god, would you believe it.

Anyway, tired from the journey we walked back to the apartment,
no sign of Michael and Helga, we went to bed and slept soundly,
it sure was peaceful.

In the morning I awoke, no sign of Mandy, not unusual as she
was normally up early and cooking breakfast,but I couldn’t
smell cooking. I went to the bathroom, no sign, not concerned,
splashed water on my face I wandered downstairs, still no sign,
no activity in the kitchen, this is very odd.

I walk out to the pool, can’t see her anywhere, not overly
concerned as she likes her morning walks, I wanderd outside.
Helga was on her sunbed in a skimpy bikini and she said hi,
sorry if we embarrassed you guys last night but they both have
a high sex drive.

No problem I said, we were abit taken aback but hey, live and
let live.

She laughed but said no more. I walked around the pool and sat
on a sunbed, wondering where Mandy was but as I said not
concerned.

After about an hour three Germans arrived, said hi to me and
spoke to Helga in German, she replied in German, nodded toward
her room and laughed. They laughed to and went on in.

About half an hour later, Helga walked over to my bed, she had
removed her top by then and asked if I knew where my wife was.
I thought this was a bit odd and said no, probably out for a
walk. Helga replied that she had gone for a ride, leaving her
comment out in the open. Then she sat astride my sunbed and
slipped her fingers in her bikini bottom.

I got up to walk away and she said as I left that my wife was
in their room. Can’t be I thought but she added I should go and
look.

So, I did, their patio door was open so I glanced in and sure
enough there she was. On her hands and knees on their coffee
table with Michael sliding his huge cock in and out of her
arse. She had one of the other guys cocks down her throat and
two others stroking their cocks to the side of her face.

As I watched, she stopped sucking that cock and started on
another. I was furious, she won’t ever suck my cock and won’t
let me within a mile of her arse and here she was with complete
strangers sucking and taking A for all she was worth.

I charged into the room yelling at the top of my voice, what
the fuck is going on. Michael tugged his cock out of mandys
arse with an audible pop, it was bigger than I had thought the
day before and her arse was left gaping, it looked like it had
been permanently stretched. My god I thought.

Quick as a flash one of the Germans slammed his cock balls deep
in her arse and I heard her groan as he bottomed out. Michael
put his hand on my chest,his cock waving ominously before
me,wet with lubrication from my wife’s arse. She asked for it
he said, he was actually claiming that my missus who never
sucks my cock and never let’s me anywhere near her arse had
supposedly come in to their room and asked him to do this to
her.

He said something in German and the guy fucking her throat took
his cock out. Michael said to Mandy, as calm as you like, tell
your husband how you got here please Mandy.

Mandy turned her head to face me and said that she had gone
outside this morning and had been chatting to Helga and that
Helga said her husband’s cock was so big and fat it was amazing
and he cums like a fire hose. Helga apparently told Mandy that
she didn’t mind if Mandy wanted to try it for herself, that
Michael was in the kitchen, they had an open relationship and
that their rule with each other is that they would only fuck
someone else if that person asked for it. So mandy went into
the kitchen and asked Michael to fuck her and then one thing
lead to another and here they were.

The guy fucking her arse came at that point, Mandy just groaned
as he slammed his cock in deep and pumped gallons of cum into
her bowels. After he stopped he pulled out and a string of his
cum stayed connected to her arse.

I truggled to process this and stood there shell shocked, only
then realising that her hands and knees were tied to the table
and she couldn’t move. She said she had asked for that too,
again, she always refused to allow me to tie her up, I was
gutted.

While i stood there in shock, in strolled Helga, she saw the
cum dribbling out of mandy’s gaping arse and yelled oooohhh
cream pie and immediately dropped to her knees and started
licking the cum out of mandys arse. Mandy groaned and pushed
back onto her face, my god, did I even know this woman now she
is reacting to being eaten out by a woman.

Michael just smiled, then Helga got up, walked over to me,
pressed her ample breast against my chest, took my hands and
cupped her breasts with them and kissed me passing cum into my
mouth while rubbing my hardening cock with her hands.

Michael smiled again and moved behind Mandy whilst looking at
me and Helga, he slid his huge great monster of a cock deep
into her arse and fucked her so hard she just moaned and
moaned.

Iwalked out, I pushed Helga off me, my head was spinning, did
I now that woman on the table with that huge German cock
rutting her arse. I could hear the squelching noises made by
the load of cum that had already been dumped in her arse. I
was in turmoil, I walked and walked. Eventually ending up in
a bar in town I drowned my sorrows before convincing myself
that I must have imagined it all. So wearily I trudged back
to my apartment.

When I got there, my apartment is in darkness but unlocked,
exactly as I must have left it earlier. I don’t remember
walking out, I guess I must have left it open. Next doors
patio door was open and I stuck my head in. What I saw
confirmed I hadn’t imagined earlier, there was my darling
wife Mandy who until today had never had cock in her arse,
never been with a woman, never tried bondage and never sucked
my cock.

There she was with 6 Germans around her now, all naked and
all hung like horses. One was laid on his back, his cock
buried deep in her arse, another one between her legs balls
deep in her pussy and fucking her for all he was worth, she
had one cock in each hand and her head was buried in helgas
pussy eating her out. All were oblivious to my arrival except
Michael who was there with a video camera filming it, he
turned saw me and invited me in, I walked away and went into
my own apartment. As I reached my door, I heard Mandy scream
that she was cumming, and she moaned like a banshee a noise
that started and got louder and louder, clearly she was
cumming like I had never been able to make her cum, and she
had been a virgin when we met so she had probably never cum
like that before.

I pushed the door up but not latched and I could hear her
moaning on and on. I was lost for words, my head was thumping
and I just crawled into bed wanting the world to swallow me
up.

I could hear the regular thud of fucking going on next door,
I pulled my pillow over my head and tried to hide away.

At some point I must have fallen asleep as I heard a noise
and it was dark now. I felt the bed move and realised someone
had got on the bed. Slightly panicked I flicked the light
switch and there was Mandy laying on top of the bed, cum in
her hair, dried on her face, her lips, on her belly and
dribbling out of her arse and pussy. She seemed out of it,
not moving so I covered her over and went into the lounge. I
laid on the sofa in my dressing gown and drifted to sleep
again.

I awoke in the morning thinking that Mandy was giving me a
blow job, I could feel her soft lips sliding up and down my
cock, felt the flick of her tongue on the head of my cock and
felt it push gently into her throat. I laid there, enjoying
the moment, the previous days activities slipping out of mind
as she sucked harder and pushed her head down my cock more
urgently, harder she sucked again and there I was pumping her
mouth full of my cum. Aaaahhhh, I groaned as I shot load
after load, eventually I stopped and still without opening my
eyes I said, god I love you that was amazing.

Then she kissed me, hard and deep, I could taste my cum on
her tongue, our tongues fought, she kissed harder then she
bit my lip quite hard. Ow I thought and opened my eyes to
realise that it wasn’t Mandy but Helga, she had slipped into
my apartment and given me the most amazing blowjob.

Morning lover she said in her sexy german accent. I love the
taste of your cum.

I pushed her off, feeling guilty, where’s Mandy I said what
are you people doing. She said Mandy was outside on a sunbed
by the pool and why was I being such a prude?

Up I jumped and ran to the patio door,certain that this was a
bad dream. Sure enough there was Mandy outside laid on a
sunbed, what she hadn’t said was there was a line of about 15
blokes, all naked and mostly hung like horses. Under her
sunbed was a huge puddle of cum, one Greek looking bloke was
fucking her pussy like a train and there she was legs wrapped
around him scratching his back and urging him to fuck her
harder and screaming with every orgasm. As soon as he pumped
her pussy full of his cum, he pulled out and was swiftly
replaced by the next bloke, a younger guy, didn’t look more
than 18, young enough to be her son, but she didn’t seem to
care, she was fucking like her life depended on it, with wild
abandon.

I stood mesmerized, this whore was my wife, my wife of 18
years, innocent Mandy, fucking all and sundry like a banshee.
While I stared in disbelief Helga walked up beside me and
said see, told you she was on the sunbed. She cupped my balls
and stroked my cock which despite my horror started to
respond.

Again Mandy came, then the young guy filled her with his seed
grunting as he slammed into her. His cum, with hers squirted
out of her pussy, soaking his legs and the sunbed and
dribbling through to increase the size of the puddle below
her.

Michael was sat smiling to himself, cock in one hand and
video camera in the other filming it as Helga knealt before
me and once again took my cock into her warm and welcoming
mouth

Helga sucked my cock deep into her throat and made me cum, nothing I could do about it, she sure had a magic mouth.

Mandy meanwhile fucked round the clock, they never stopped, occasionally they would flip her over and fuck her in the arse, her puddle of cum grew and grew drying in the afternoon and evening sun.

Helga lead me to my bed and cuddled up to me stroking my back until I slipped in to a fitful sleep.

In the morning, the sun rose, Helga again was giving me an amazing wake up blow job, this time though she stopped short of making me cum and she got up,squatted over my cock and slipped her silky pussy all the way down my cock, nestling down she ground her clit into my bush, back and forth round and round sliding up and down my full length, god this woman was good. She came, once, twice, three times before I finally came deep inside her.

She sat briefly on me, breathing deeply,her breasts rising and falling and her nipples huge with arousal,this woman was a goddess. What could I do?

At this point I realised that Mandy was asleep next to me in my bed,Helga still sat with my cock deep inside her. Helga slapped mandys arse, she twitched and cum dribbled out. Wake up bitch said Helga, you’ve got cleaning to do.

I was confused until I saw Helga pull mandys hair and drag her head toward her pussy. She pushed Mandy down until she was laid on her back, I could see cum dried around mandys pussy and arse and still more dribbling out of both holes.

With Mandy on her back, Helga raised herself up and off of my cock and squatted over mandys face, pulling her hair Helga ground into mandys mouth and I could see mandys tongue working overtime to get all of my cum out of helgas pussy and she was eating it all.

When Helga was clean she got off the bed and said now him bitch. Mandy didn’t hesitate, there was no reaction, no recognition of who I was, she just rolled over and sucked and licked all of the cum off of my cock. When done, she rolled back over and just lay there eyes closed.

At that point, in walked Helga followed by Michael, how’s my little English whore doing today he said as he casually strolled up to my bed. He grabbed her head, tilted it back and plunged his cock deep into her throat. Immediately I saw her throat muscles working to suck him in deep and within seconds he was thrusting and groaning. Helga had a huge double headed dildo in her hand, it was as big as my forearm round. She pushed one end of it straight into mandys pussy then folded it double and pushed the other end into her arse. Mandy never flinched. Then Helga put a belt round mandys waist and pulled a strap between her legs fixing back onto the belt effectively locking the dildo in place in her pussy and arse. They were so big, it must have stretched her wide open. Michael then grunted and I saw him push deep in her throat and his cock spawned, her throat tried to cope but his cum poured out of her nose and onto his cock.

He appeared angry and he pulled out, called her a worthless whore and told her to clean him up. While she did that he told me that this bitch was his now and that she needed tagging, he said he knew people and that I would be going home alone and she was staying there with him.

She finished the clean up, he pulled her upright by the hair and slapped her face. He made her walk around with the double headed dildo rubbing inside her. He made her put on some 6 inch heels that Helga bought and put a collar round her neck with a 10 foot lead attached.

He roughly dragged her from the apartment by the lead, she shouted but he hit her again before thrusting a ball gag in her mouth. He then wrote whore in 3 inch letters on her chest and back and dragged her away in the direction of town.

Once again my head was spinning. Helga comforted me and said it would all be ok and that Michael was a kind man really. She held me stroked me and eventuallly pulled me on the sofa and kissed me, sucked my cock and slid it deep in her arse. I spent the whole afternoon fucking Helga every which way, in my mind saying over and over that I was getting one over on Michael by fucking his wife. But every time I fucked her hard, she fucked me back even harder. This woman was insatiable.

Late afternoon I heard a comotion in the street outside the villas, I walked to the wall and looked out and there was Mandy. She was tied up to a pole, bent over at the waste, two guys fucking her,both really old and wrinkly and a line of locals paying Michael a 100 euros each to fuck the English whore. There must have been 20 guys in the line and a mini bus of mine workers pulling up, 15 big ugly horrible blokes got off that bus, all pulling out wallets and thrusting money into Michaels hand.

I watched as they pushed their cocks into her, two in her pussy and one in her mouth then one in her arse,one in her pussy another in her mouth, she was a broken woman and they all shouted abuse as they came inside her every hole.

I walked over to try and comfort this woman, as I approached I saw that her pussy hair had been shaven off,her labia had been pierced with gold rings, 4 in each lip,a bar was through her clit and her nipples had large iron rings through them. Weights were hanging off of her nipples and her boobs were stretched so long, her nipples massive under the weight.

Her fingers and thumbs were all touching so that her thumb and fingers formed an O on each hand, I turned out that they had superglued her fingers and thumbs together so that her hands could be fucked if all of her other holes were full. And the locals were starting to fuck those hands.

As I reached her, her body was pummelled by one cock in her arse, one in her pussy, one in her mouth and one through each hand. My god, what had they done to her?

Tears ran down my face, Helga lead me away and deep into the night people, locals and tourists took turns to fuck the English bitch again and again. Michael made a fortune that night and Mandy was fucked red raw. When I woke in the morning, after Helga sucked me off and fucked me with her arse, and after I had eaten her pussy out I looked over the wall and there was Mandy still tied to the post, the ground around her soaked with spent cum. She was still leashed and I could see from here that her arse and pussy were bleeding.

Day 4 had begun, Mandy was cut from the pole by Michael and
taken into his apartment, she was laid on their bed,
battered and bleeding. Fucked to within an inch of her
life. Her hands glued together, her pussy and arse
bleeding.

Helga attended to her wounds, cleaning the cuts and
wiping away the blood, she looked to be very gentle. As
the day progressed, Mandy just lay there, not moving,
perhaps exhausted, more likely her spirit broken.

Mid afternoon a local doctor came, he checked her over
and spoke in German to Helga and Michael. I thought it
concern but I didn’t understand.

When it became clear, the doctor was negotiating a fee
for work to be carried out. He fucked her in every hole,
he came in mandys arse, her pussy and her mouth. He
pushed his massive hand deep into her pussy, it had
little resistance and entered easily she had been
stretched so much.

He pushed his second hand Into her arse, same again, no
resistance, again she was stretched. He muttered
something in German to Michael who shrugged and shook his
head.

What they had planned was to take her to Germany, this
doctor was a skilled surgeon. He closed her ears, folding
the lobes inwards and put a glue onto the skin, it
sizzles and melted the skin, her ears now forever closed.

He cut off all of her long hair, rubbed an adhesive on
her head and pulled a rubber hood over her head, now
forever bonded to her skin. Only her nostrils and mouth
visible.

He stitched her mouth closed and put a feeding tube
inside her mouth. Then he threaded strong cable through
her nipple rings and pulled them tight threading the
cable though her pussy rings too until she was almost
doubled up.

Then he took a humongous double headed dildo, coated it
liberally in glue and slipped one end deep into her pussy
and the other deep in her arse. He didn’t need to strap
this in as it wasn’t going anywhere. He attached a small
solar panel to the back of her head and ran wires from it
into the dildo. Shining a light onto the panel the dildos
began to thrust and expand in her arse and pussy and she
moaned as it happened.

Then he wrapped her in a shroud and lifted her into a
crate. The crate was loaded onto a truck and the truck
drove away. I figured I had seen the last of Mandy. I
spent the rest of my week fucking Helga, sometimes with
Michael doing her too, two cocks in her pussy, sometimes
two in her arse, she sucked and fucked like her life
depended on it and maybe it did?

At the end of the week I flew home, told our friends and
children that Mandy and I had split up, said she had met
a Greek guy and was living in Crete with him. No one
questioned, no one asked, they all felt sorry for me.

About two weeks later, a news bulletin caught my eye.
Famous artist Michael something or other from Hamburg had
caused a major political row by unveiling a piece of art
which he called English bitch whore.

It caused national unrest as this art appeared to be a
woman, suspended 50 feet above ground by cables which
appeared to be threaded through her nipples and pussy
lips. She appeared to have a rubber hood over her head
and massive plugs stuck in her arse and pussy.

Local people were reported to have said that at night
they thought they could hear the artwork moaning and
occasionally as people walked beneath the artwork they
thought it dripped what felt like cum onto their heads
and there was almost always a puddle beneath the
art. 

Mandy, I thought, your alive…

I campaigned for a year to have the art taken down,
eventually winning the argument and Michael said he would
gift it to me. When it was delivered, wrapped in the same
shroud as before, I cried. The cable was welded to the
rings in her nipples and pussy, they were super strong
and couldnt be cut. The solar panel came off, the dildos
came out but they did cause internal damage because of
the glue. The hood was welded to her skin.

I couldn’t unwrap the art, but I could fuck it. Every
year on the anniversary of our holiday to Crete, Michael
and Helga visit for a weekend. They bring all of their
friends, Helga wakes me with the world’s best blowjob and
we fuck til dawn. Michael and his friends fuck my Mandy
in her pussy and arse as her mouth is sealed now except
for the feeding tube. Helga and my friend Billie race to
see who can get all of the cum out of her arse and pussy
fastest, Helga always wins and I get to fuck her anyway
she chooses as her prize. Mandy, she moans gently while
we fuck her senseless every year.

My girlfriend Billie and I are going to Crete next year
to prepare for an art week in Germany later in the year.
She has no idea…

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