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(DISCLAIMER: the following story was written as fantasy by an adult for adults. For fantasy only. the characters and events in this story are all comepletely made up. I do not condone any of the actions depicted in this story in real life, NOT a guide for or approval for ANYONE to do any of the actions in real life.)

Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, the world coming into focus with the leisure of a lazy Sunday morning. The warmth surrounding her was like a cocoon, something fuzzy and cozy that she didn’t recognize immediately. Her mind felt groggy, as if it were fighting its way through a fog of confusion. It took a moment for the memories to come crashing down like a wave of ice-cold reality. Her body felt sore in places she didn’t expect, and the strong smell of lavander, the scent of Rea’s favorite soap was present, a grim reminder of the twisted events that had unfolded at The Temple.

The room she found herself in was a stark contrast to the sterile gym locker she had blacked out in. The walls were dark, maybe black, which were adorned with velvet curtains and posters of someone’s favorite emo bands. The floor was lined with plush, black shag carpet that seemed to absorb the darkness around her, and the bed she lay on was covered in a patchwork of black and red sheets. The only source of light was a string of fairy lights that snaked around the canopy, casting a soft glow over the room and highlighting the cute, emo-styled stuffed animals that lined the shelves.

Her body felt heavy, as if she had been drugged, and her mind raced to piece together the events that had brought her here. The last thing she remembered was the crushing pain of Rea’s cock in her ass, the feel of Jake’s hand around her throat, and the sound of their dark laughter echoing in her ears. She tried to sit up, but her muscles protested, and she fell back with a gasp.

Her eyes darted to the side, and that’s when she saw it—a rope with an adjustable leather and steel cuff, tied neatly to the bedpost. She followed the line with her gaze, her heart racing as she realized that each of the other three posts had a similar setup, the ropes trailing along the bed like the arms of a spider waiting to ensnare its prey. The sight was terrifying as she remembered what happened to her.

The bed beneath her was massive, a four-poster monstrosity that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a gothic novel. The mattress was soft, almost too soft, like it might swallow her whole. She reached out tentatively to touch the rope, her hand trembling. It was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket that enveloped her.

Her eyes looked down at the blanket wrapped around her, the fabric a curious blend of red and black faux fur on one side and rich red and black checkered velvet on the other. The material was thick and lush, the fur side soft and comforting against her skin, the velvet cool and smooth. The sides were a bizarre contrast, but somehow it suited the room’s morbid decor. The fur side was fluffy and warm, the velvet side sleek and cold. The weight of the blanket was surprisingly comforting, and she wrapped it around her tighter.

Samantha slipped under the comforting blanket before the sound of voices and footsteps snapped her back into her fear. She recognized the muffled tones as Rea’s, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in Rea’s room, and she had no idea how she had gotten there. The panic set in as she recalled the twisted games they had played with her in the shower, her body still aching from their brutal assault. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn’t notice she was awake.

The door to the room creaked open, and Rea’s silhouette filled the doorway, the light from the hallway casting a glow around her muscular frame. She looked over at Samantha, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw her eyes flutter open. “Look who’s up,” she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Samantha’s spine.

“Please,” Samantha croaked, her voice barely audible. “Don’t do this again. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t… please.” Her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling with fear. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, but she felt a deep need to appease the monsters that had invaded her life.

Rea’s smirk grew wider, the shadows playing across her face making her look more sinister than ever. “Whatever we want, huh?” she said, her voice a low, taunting purr. “And what do you think we want, Sammy?”

“I, I don’t- please. Please don’t,” Samantha stuttered, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes searched Rea’s face, looking for any sign of mercy. But all she found was a cold, calculating gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.

Rea’s smirk grew even wider at Samantha’s pleas, and she took a step closer to the bed. She sat down on the edge, the mattress shifting under her weight. Then, with a sudden and surprising gentleness, she reached out and pulled Samantha into a sitting position, nestling her into the curve of her body. Samantha felt Rea’s strong arms wrap around her, and she stiffened, unsure of what to do.

Rea’s hand began to move in soft, soothing circles on Samantha’s back, the touch almost comforting if not for the context. “Shh,” she whispered, “it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. Not right now, anyway.”

Samantha’s body was a battleground of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and a strange, twisted sense of safety in Rea’s arms. She leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth of Rea’s body against her own, the contrast between the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her muscular frame. The scent of Rea’s cologne filled her nostrils, a mix of sandalwood and something faintly metallic. It was the same scent that had filled the locker room earlier.

Rea’s fingers began to thread through Samantha’s hair, the touch so gentle it was almost hypnotic. She stroked and caressed, her nails lightly scraping against Samantha’s scalp. The sensation was soothing, a stark contrast to the pain and violation she had endured before blacking out. It was as if Rea had flipped a switch, transforming from a predator to a caretaker. Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat, the tears streaming down her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation.

With a trembling voice, she choked out the question that had been burning in her soul. “Why?” she sobbed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Why did you do this to me, why did you….why did you rape me. Why did you AND jake rape me?”

Rea’s embrace tightened, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and what looked like genuine concern. “Sammy,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm on Samantha’s raw nerves. “It wasn’t like that. I…i saw you with those bitches that made my life hell all of these years..you- you were laughing, talking shit about me to them. I- I couln’t, I got so angry. So, so mad.” She stroked Samantha’s hair, her touch gentle yet firm.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Rea whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “I know it was wrong, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. You were all I had, and you turned on me. It hurt so much.”

Samantha’s eyes filled with tears as she pushed against Rea’s chest, the pain and confusion in her voice raw. “But why? Why did you do it again. Why did you rape me again with Jake? What did I do to deserve this?”

“The first time i was so angry. The second time just because it felt so good to put you in our place. You always act like i’m between you and Jake. Like you want me gone. I wanted to show you how it felt to be used,” Rea spoke, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and regret. “But that’s not what I want, not really. I just…I just need to feel like I matter to you, like you see me.”

Rea’s words hit Samantha like a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping for air. She hadn’t realized the depth of Rea’s pain, the torment she had been carrying all this time. Her heart ached for her, and she felt the walls of anger she had built up crumbling away. Slowly, she relaxed into Rea’s embrace, allowing the warmth of her body to seep into her own cold, shivering form.

“You hurt me Rea. You both did. And not just the rape. I know you’ve been fucking jake behind my back. I let it happen because i didn’t want to lose either of you.” Samantha’s voice was a mix of pain and accusation. She could feel the anger bubbling up again, but it was different now. It was no longer a fiery rage but a sad, simmering disappointment.

Rea’s grip on her tightened, and she felt a tremor run through the larger woman’s body. “We didn’t mean to hurt you, Sam. It just got out of hand,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “I know i’m a monster sammy. Inside….,” Rae looks down at her crotch ssdly, “…….and outside.”

Samantha felt a tear slip down her cheek, the weight of Rea’s words pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. She knew that Rea wasn’t entirely to blame. Jake had been a willing participant in the assault, his own insecurities and anger fueling his actions. But it was Rea’s betrayal that stung the most.

“I just don’t understand why,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. “Why did you do this to me?”

Rea sighed, her chest rising and falling heavily against Samantha. “It’s complicated, Sam. You know I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, like I’m not enough. And when you got with jake, it just…it hurt. My only friend was being taken away. Then you talking to those bitches. I wanted to show you what it felt like to be powerless, to be hurt,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I never wanted to hurt you like this. I just wanted you to see me, to know me, to accept me like Jake does.”

Samantha’s eyes searched Rea’s, trying to find a trace of the person she once knew. Her voice was small and trembled with pain, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I’ve told someone before. You know the rumors, the stories, Rea the freak, Rea the man, Rea the tranny. It never ends,” Rea said, her voice a whisper of regret. “But with you, it was different. I finally let myself think i had a friend besides jake.”

Samantha’s chest tightened, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process the words. “But that doesn’t justify this, Rea,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, the pain in her body a constant reminder of what they had done. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Rea pushed her to the bed roughly, “I TOLD YOU I’M A MONSTER INSIDE.” she gripped samantha’s wrist to the bed roughly. Rea saw the feqr in her eyes before she let up and moved to the end of the bed. “I already told you sammy. This is who I am. You can either accept it or leave,” she said, her voice still holding a hint of the malice from before.

But then something unexpected happened. Samantha slowly reached out a shaky hand, her eyes searching Rea’s, looking for some semblance of the friend she had known. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, “Maybe… Maybe I can still be your friend.”

Rea’s expression softened, the rage draining out of her like a punctured balloon. She turned to face Samantha, the tension in her shoulders easing. “What do you mean?”

Samantha took a deep, trembling breath before speaking. “I… I don’t know if I can forgive you, Rea. Not right now. But I don’t want to lose you. I might not show it, but I care about you too much. You and jake.”

Rea’s eyes widened, hope sparking within them like embers catching flame. She didn’t dare move, afraid that any sudden motion might scare Samantha away again. “You mean it?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Samantha nodded, her eyes brimming with tears she refused to shed. Then, with a soft sigh, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Rea’s waist. Rea’s breath hitched, the sudden warmth and pressure of Samantha’s embrace feeling both alien and like the most natural thing in the world. For a moment, she just sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do next.

As Samantha’s cheek pressed against her, Rea felt the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, and she realized that this was what she had been craving all along. She reached up, her hand tentative as it cupped Samantha’s cheek. Her thumb traced the line of Samantha’s jaw, feeling the rapid pulse of her heartbeat beneath the fragile skin. And then, she leaned in, her own face a mask of raw emotion, to kiss Samantha’s cheek.

Samantha it seemed, had the same idea. With a sudden jerk, she turned her face and their lips met instead. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle brushing of skin against skin, the barest whisper of a touch. But as the seconds ticked by, it grew in intensity, a silent declaration of their tumultuous feelings.

Rea felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief and love that washed over her like a tidal wave. Her hand slid around the back of Samantha’s neck, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. Samantha’s arms tightened around her, her body responding despite the fear she felt just being around Rea.

They moved backward together, the bed a sea of tangled sheets and forgotten pillows. Samantha’s legs curled around Rea’s waist, and she could feel the heat of her friend’s body against her own. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, their tongues dancing together in a silent apology and promise of more to come.

Rea’s hand slid down to cup Samantha’s ass, feeling the firm flesh in her palm. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her cock throb with need. Samantha’s legs tightened around her, and she could feel her pussy rubbing against the bulge in Rea’s pants.

They broke the kiss, panting and staring into each other’s eyes. The silence was thick, pregnant with unspoken words and desires. Rea’s heart raced, and she could see the fear and confusion mirrored in Samantha’s gaze. But there was something else there too, something that made her heart skip a beat—desire.

With trembling hands, Rea reached for the button of her own pants, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s. She watched as Samantha’s eyes widened slightly, then darted down to the bulge that had formed there. The air was charged with a tension that was palpable, a dance of lust and fear that had them both teetering on the edge.

But as Rea moved to free herself from the confines of her pants, Samantha’s hand shot out like a snake, grabbing her wrist firmly. “No,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from the screams and tears of earlier. “This isn’t right.”

The suddenness of the move caught Rea off guard, and she froze, her eyes searching Samantha’s face for any clue as to what was happening. Samantha’s gaze was intense, a mix of anger, fear, and a flicker of something else—something that sent a shiver down Rea’s spine.

“What are you doing?” Rea’s voice was laced with confusion as she felt the rough leather and cool metal of the handcuffs encircle her wrists. Samantha’s answer was a silent one, her eyes never leaving Rea’s as she secured her to the bed frame, one cuff at a time. The mattress shifted as Rea tugged against the restraints.

With a swift, surprising motion, Samantha picked up a riding crop that lay on the bedside table. The sound of it cutting through the air was like a whip crack, and the sharp sting of leather against her skin was a jolting reality check. Rea gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain. Her skin stung where the crop had landed, a stark red line already rising to the surface.

“What the fuck, Sam?” Rea’s voice was a mix of anger and confusion. But Samantha didn’t answer. Instead, she raised the crop again and brought it down with a vicious thwack across Rea’s toned abs, leaving another line of fire. Rea’s body tensed, her breath hitching as she stared at Samantha in disbelief.

Samantha’s eyes were cold, a stark contrast to the heat of the room. “You liked it when I was your fuck toy, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low growl. “You liked it when I was at your mercy, when you could do whatever you wanted to me.”

Rea felt the sting of the crop again, this time on her thigh. She winced, trying to pull away, but the cuffs held firm. “Sam, stop,” she pleaded, but the words fell on deaf ears.

“You liked it when I was weak, didn’t you?” Samantha’s voice was a whipcrack, the crop coming down again and again. Each hit was punctuated by a vicious word, each one sinking into Rea’s flesh and soul like a knife. “But now you’re the one who’s tied up. Now you’re the one who can’t escape.”

Rea’s thoughts were a mix of pain and confusion, her eyes watering as the crop struck her again and again. “Sam, please,” she begged, the desperation in her voice genuine. “You’re right, I did things that were wrong. But we can fix this.”

Samantha didn’t relent, her arm moving in a blur as the crop landed on Rea’s skin with a sharp crack. “Fix this?” she spat out, her eyes flashing with anger. “How do you fix something like this?”

The crop struck again, this time across Rea’s stomach, leaving a red welt that stood out against her tan skin. “You think you can just apologize and make it all go away?” Another hit, this time to her breasts, the pain making Rea arch her back and bite her lip to keep from screaming.

“I didn’t mean it,” she panted, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I just… I don’t know what came over me.”

The crop landed again, the sting of leather on skin echoing in the room. “You didn’t mean it?” Samantha’s voice was laced with disgust. “You didn’t mean to rape me? To use me like some kind of toy?”

Samantha freed Rea’s ankels from the restraints before pulling down Rae’s pants, exposing her muscular tan legs to the cold air. She ran the crop down Rea’s legs slowly, her own body trembling with the raw intensity of her emotions. With an angry frown, she brought it down again and again, each strike a punctuation to the venomous words that spilled from her mouth.

“You liked it,” Rea hissed, her voice low and filled with malice. “You liked it when Jake and I used you. Didn’t you?”

Samantha’s eyes watered as she tried to shake her head. “No, Rea, no,” she whimpered. The crop kept coming, a relentless torrent of pain that seemed to mirror the storm of anger in Samantha’s heart. “Please,” Rea gasped out, “please, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Samantha spat, her voice filled with rage. “You think ‘sorry’ is going to cut it? You think a few whips and slaps are going to make this all okay?” She brought the crop down hard across Rea’s thighs, leaving a welt that stood out starkly against her tanned skin. “You’re fucking sick. Both of you. Pick up you legs. Show me that ass.”

Rea complied, her muscles quivering as she lifted her legs. The crop hovered in the air, and for a moment, the only sound was the sound of their ragged breaths. Then, with a snarl, Samantha brought it down again, the leather cracking against Rea’s ass. “You liked it,” she snarled, her voice rising. “You liked watching me squirm and beg and hurt!”

“I didn’t,” Rea ground out, her eyes screwed shut as she dropped her legs. “I didn’t, I swear!”

“Keep them up. Keep that ass showing or i might have to hit something…….else,” Samantha trailed off as she ran the riding crop along the length of Rea’s cock, the leather sending shivers down her spine. Rea bit back a whimper, her legs shaking as she folded herself back into position.

“Now where were we? Oh right,” Samantha murmured, her voice cold and detached as she stepped back and surveyed the scene before her. Rea’s ass was red and welted, standing out from the tan flesh surrounding it. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, to find the strength to keep going. She had to make Rea understand the depth of her betrayal.

“You’re nothing but a fucking freak,” Samantha spat, raising the crop again. But this time, she didn’t bring it down. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that was more terrifying than any shout could ever be. “A sick, twisted, disgusting freak.”

“No. Sammy. No. Please. I’m not,” Rea’s voice was shaking, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the pain and humiliation.

“Lucky for you i like freaks. Unluckily you did rape me,” Samantha’s voice was like ice as she tapped the crop against Rea’s cheek. “But maybe, just maybe, I’ll forgive you when we’re done here.”

Her words sent a bolt of hope through Rea, but she couldn’t find it in her to speak. All she could do was lay there and take whatever Samantha had in store for her. It was the least she could do after what she and Jake did.

Samantha’s gaze was unyielding, the crop still in her hand. “I want you to tell me how much you enjoyed it,” she demanded, her voice still cold and detached.

Rea felt a mix of emotions – fear, anger, and a strange, unwelcome arousal that she tried to push down. “I did enjoy it,” she growled, her voice hoarse from the earlier screams. “I loved fucking my cock in and out of every hole i fucked.”

Samantha’s eyes flashed with rage, and she raised the crop, ready to strike again. “That’s what i thought.” she spat. “I want to hear how much you enjoyed the power you had over me, making me feel like I was nothing but a toy for your sick games.”

Rea’s cheeks flushed with both anger and desire as she met Samantha’s gaze. “Yes,” she hissed, “I liked watching you squirm,cry, and scream. It made me feel……good.”

Samantha’s arm swung back and the crop met Rea’s skin with a crack, leaving another red welt in its wake. “Good? You liked watching me in pain?” Her voice was a mix of lust and anger.

Rea’s eyes watered, but she nodded, unable to lie. “Yes, I liked it,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “It was so fucking hot making you my bitch.”

Samantha’s hand paused, the crop hovering in the air. “And what about Jake?” she asked, her voice softer now. “Did he enjoy using me too?”

Rea’s throat tightened, and she nodded again. “Yes,” she whispered, the admission leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “We both did.”

Samantha climbs onnthe bed and pushes Rea’s legs up till her knees pressed into her tits. “You liked watching him fuck me, didn’t you?” Samantha kept Rea folded as she pulled her cock free and smiled. Rea shivered at Samantha’s now willing touch.

“Y-yes,” Rea stuttered, the truth spilling out of her. “I liked watching him fuck you.”

Samantha smiled and began to stroke Rea’s cock as she moaned and tried to lay her legs back on the bed. “You liked watching him use me,” she said, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. “But now, it’s just us. And I want to use you. Keep those legs up. Knees against your tits.”

Rea obeyed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Samantha began to pump her hand up and down her shaft. The friction was heavenly, a stark contrast to the pain she’d just endured. But the riding crop in Samantha’s hanf kept her on edge.

“You liked watching him fuck me,” Samantha murmured, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. “But now it’s just you and me.” She leaned down, her breasts pressing against Rea’s legs, and took the tip of Rea’s cock into her mouth. Rea’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, the feeling of Samantha’s soft lips and wet tongue against her sensitive skin washing away the pain.

Rea’s hips bucked involuntarily, and she moaned as Samantha took more of her into her mouth, her teeth grazing the base of her shaft before she began to suck in earnest. The warmth of Samantha’s mouth and the pressure of her tongue was almost too much to handle, and Rea felt her climax building.

Samantha’s saliva dripped down the length of Rea’s cock, pooling in her ass crack and sliding down to her asshole. The feeling was obscene, a mix of pleasure and painnof the welts that made Rea’s stomach twist in a delicious knot. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and she hated it—and loved it.

With a wicked smile, Samantha reached for the riding crop she had used earlier, her grip firm and sure as she pushed the thick handle into Rea’s ass. Rea gasped as it filled her, the sensation exhilarating. Samantha began to fuck her with it, slow at first, then increasing in speed and force. Rea’s moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet each thrust of the crop.

The crop handle slid in and out of her, the leather slapping against her skin with each movement. She could feel her own cum building, the pressure mounting with each stroke. Samantha’s mouth remained wrapped around her cock, her tongue flicking over the tip as she sucked with a fervor that was both punishing and erotic. The combination of pain and pleasure was a heady cocktail, one that had Rea’s eyes rolling back in her head.

With each thrust of the crop, Samantha took more and more of Rea’s cock into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing the sensitive flesh. It was as if she was trying to break her, to push her to the brink of what she could handle. And yet, with every touch, Rea felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Samantha’s eyes gleamed hungerly, her hand on Rea’s cock moving in time with the crop as she pumped it into Rea’s ass. She pulled the crop from Rea’s ass before taking it to the back of her legs. he continued to suck the hard throbbing cock in her mouth. “You liked watching me get raped, didn’t you?” she whispered, taking a breal from the thickness of Rea’s shaft.

“Sam…” Rea’s voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She didn’t know how to respond, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The truth was, she had enjoyed watching Samantha’s suffering. Even now, as she felt the warmth of Samantha’s mouth around her cock, she realized the depth of the depravity she had sunk to. “I’m sorry,” she managed to gasp out, her eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Stood up silwntly, her eyes never leaving Rea’s face. She stepped back, dropping the crop to the floor with a clatter that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. Slowly, deliberately, she began to strip, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of her perfect, unblemished skin, a stark contrast to the bruises and marks that now marred Rea’s tan body.

With a final flourish, Samantha removed her panties, revealing a clean-shaved pussy that was already glistening with arousal. She stepped closer to the bed, her legs slightly apart, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Rea watched, unable to move, unable to speak, as Samantha lowered herself onto the bed, straddling her. Her knees bent, she reached down and grabbed Rea’s legs, holding them down as Rea was still folded in half, her ass bare to the world.

Without warning, Samantha positioned herself over Rea’s cock, her pussy hovering just above it. She took a deep breath, and with a swift move, she impaled herself on Rea’s hardness, taking the entire length in one swift move. Rea gasped at the suddenness of it, her eyes flying open wide in shock and pleasure. Samantha’s eyes never left hers as she began to ride her, her movements slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in a way that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Rea’s body.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic passion that had overtaken them. Rea’s hands remained bound above her head, and she could do nothing but lie there and take it, her body a playground for Samantha’s desires. Her ass fucked well from the crop handle was a wanting throb now, overwhelmed by the sensation of Samantha’s tight pussy clenching around her cock.

Samantha leaned back, her small hands still gripping Rea’s thighs tightly, her knuckles white with the effort of keeping her legs up. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples hard and pink. She was a picture of power and dominance, a stark contrast to the broken figure she had been the night before. Her eyes never left Rea’s, and the look of defiance in them was almost as arousing as the feel of her pussy.

Rea’s cock was a thick, pulsing presence inside Samantha, stretching her and filling her completely. She moved her hips in a rhythm that was both punishing and sensual, her body a symphony of anger and desire. The pain from her earlier assault was a distant memory now, replaced by a need to take control, to show Rea what it felt like to be used.

Jake, stood silently in the doorway and watched the scene unfold with a mix of fascination and horror. He had never seen Samantha like this, so commanding, so powerful. His own cock, still half-hard from the earlier encounter, grew hard again at the sight of the two of them, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both beautiful and terrifying.

Rea’s eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, her body responding to Samantha’s dominance despite her earlier protests. Each time Samantha slammed down on her cock, Rea’s eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her lips. Her hands clutched the ropes holding her shakles, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still, to not fight against the restraint of the handcuffs.

Samantha leaned back, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her nipples hard and erect as she moaned. She stared down at Rea with a mix of anger and desire, her eyes boring into Rea’s soul as she rode her with a ferocity that was unmatched. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, guttural noises of their fucking. Rea’s body was a tense with pleasure and the pain of her earlier beating, her muscles shook with every thrust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jake, unable to look away, felt his own cock throb in his pants. The sight of the two of them together like this was too much for him to handle, his mind racing with thoughts of joining them, of being a part of this twisted dance of power and submission. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching for his zipper, but then thought better of it. Samantha was angry and he knew he would be next on the chopping block.

“You like this, don’t you?” Samantha spat out, her voice a mix of anger and pleasure. “You like watching me take what you gave me?”

Rea, unable to form words, could only nod, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s. The blondegripped her face roughly befor spitting in it. The saliva trailed down her cheek and Rea felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the gesture. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, the moment when the tables had turned and she was at Samantha’s mercy.

Samantha’s movements grew more erratic, her breath coming in pants as she reached her climax. She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she came hard on Rea’s cock. The feeling of Samantha’s tight pussy contracting around her was almost too much for Rea to handle, and she felt her own orgasm build, her cock swelling and pulsing with the need to release.

“Look at me,” Samantha ordered, her voice low and demanding. “Rapist tranny bitches don’t get to cum.” Rea’s eyes snapped to meet hers, the power in Samantha’s gaze was like a punch to the gut, but it was also strangely intoxicating. She felt her body respond, the head of her cock brushing against Samantha’s stomach, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the dim light of the room.

“You cum where and when i say you can bitch. Now where is jake?” Samantha’s question hung in the air, her voice still laced with the authority she had claimed during their twisted encounter. She slid off of Rea’s bed, her pussy still quivering from her own release, and turned to the door.

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Cold December day, Dylan receives a mother’s love, Bailey and Jade share a more than romantic snow day

        It was the middle of December, and cold outside. Bailey and Jade sat under a blanket, nude as always, next to a roaring fire. Their starling of a mother walked by smiling, dressed only in white lingerie designed with snowflakes. She smiled and gave her eldest daughter a wink because she knew she was feeling her younger sister under that blanket. This made her quite flustered, and she went to her room to take care of it.

She stopped by both her daughters’ rooms along the way, grabbing a used sports bra of Bailey’s, and a pair of Jade’s panties. She went to her own room, and sat down on the bed. She took the bra first. She was pleased at how nicely Bailey’s breasts were developing. She sniffed each cup, and they smelled a little sour. She had sweated in it, and she liked it. She licked each of the cups, imagining her eldest daughter’s nipples in her mouth. She placed it aside, and grabbed the pink panties she had taken from Jade. They were used, and she could smell sex from Jade’s snatch on them. She smelled the back of them, and thought of her daughter’s beautiful round ass. She used the panties and rubbed them in between her legs, and began to moan.

Dylan heard this, and entered the room to find her mother in ecstasy. He climbed onto the bed next to her, and took a whiff of the clothing she had taken, which gave him an instant erection. His mother felt it touch her thigh, and she stopped what she was doing. He leaned over to him, and looked deep into his eyes as she slowly began to jerking him off. He whimpered as she brushed her nails over his balls.

When they could stand it no longer, she climbed on top of him, straddling him reverse cowgirl, and began riding her son’s cock. She moaned, and he savored every moment as he felt his mother’s ass slap against him, watching those beautiful mounds of breast bounce as she worked him. She talked dirty to him as she bounced on his dick. “You like it when mommy fucks you, don’t you baby. Ohhh yeah you do” She came first as she had been toying with herself quite a while, and the built up pleasure exploded onto Dylan. She cried out, and rode him as the pleasure wrecked her body. When she was finished, she climbed off of him, and lapped her own cum off of his cock, and knelt down for him, pleading with her eyes. He stood over his mother, and jerked his dick. She encouraged him. “Cmon honey, cum for your mother like you own her” she crooned “You dirty luttle pervert, screwing your sisters, give me what you give them”. She stuck out her tongue and he felt her hot breath on his cock. That was the killer for him, and he slammed into his mother’s open mouth, spurting rope after rope of hot cum down her throat. She gagged, and a few tears came to her eye, but she enjoyed it, and swallowed all he had to offer. They collapsed on the bed, and kissed softly as he played with her perfect soft breasts, squeezing them.

Back in the living room, Bailey was still fondling her younger sister. They sat warming up for a while, until Bailey suggested “it’s a little warm in here, want to go outside and cool off?”

“With the was you’re making me feel right now sis, I’d do anything” she replied, eyes closed, enjoying herself. She stopped, and Jade gave her a pitiful look.

“Don’t worry. Later” she said with a half smile. They got some warm clothes on, and walked outside, hand in hand. They found their favorite lake, which was frozen over, and went to lay down on it. Jade rolled over onto her sister, still holding her hand, and kissed her softly on her cold little nose. Bailey giggled and brushed a strand of hair from Jade’s rosy cheek, and kissed her back, more passionately. They lied like this for a while, their bodies warm with love, even though it was cold out.

“I have an idea” Jade whispered, and rolled off of her big sister. “Stay right here” she picked up something off the lake, and came back, hiding it in her hands. “Trust me sis. Look at my eyes, I wanna see your face.” She obeyed, and Jade slipped her hand down her sister’s pants. Bailey gasped at the feeling. It was a piece of ice! Jade could feel the goosebumps on her thighs, and watched as Bailey blushed and bit her lip. Within a few seconds the ice melted from the heat coming from in between her legs. The cool flowing feeling caused Bailey to wet her pants. She blushed as Jade could feel the hot liquid on her fingers Jade withdrew her hand, and tasted. She liked it, the thin cold water mixed with the slightly thicker, warm, lubricant (with just a bit of pee mixed in). She offered her fingers to her Bailey, who suckled, enjoying mixed tastes of herself.

“Now I have an idea” she said as she took Jade’s fingers out of her mouth with a pop. She stuck her hand down Jade’s pants, and Jade did the same to her. She gave her sister a sensual lick on the cheek and whispered “Whoever cums first loses” and set to work. The sisters started to pump their hips toward each other, fighting the pleasure. They felt each others hot breath on their faces, a nice feeling in the cold. Bailey could only fit two fingers into her sister, but Bailey, being a little more developed, could handle three. They each increased speed, trying to match each other. Bailey teased her sister. “Yeah sissy that’s right, finger fuck your sister, mmmmm right on my fucking snatch” Jade was faster with those clever little fingers of hers, and felt Bailey give in and release, soaking her pants and Jade’s fingers. She placed them in her own mouth, and almost bit down as Bailey finished her soon after. She let out a muffled whimper through her fingers. Bailey copied her younger counterpart and suckled the juice off of her fingers, making sure to get it all. They kissed, tasting themselves in the other’s mouth. They walked back to the house, stripped back down, and layed back under the blanket, fire still going. They played mindfully with each others breasts, and Bailey said to her sister as their bodies warmed by the fire “I love you sis”.

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Dedicated to; The Beautiful Renee Paquette & Tenille Dashwood the sexy stars of the story. PLEASE COMMENT & PM SUGGESTIONS AND CRITICISM

“Hey guys Renee Young here with Emma to discuss her match.” Renee recited the words for a second time nervously practicing them, hoping she wouldn’t stumble over them. She was distracted since Dean had broke up with her earlier in the day. The normally peppy interviewer was anxious about the interview since she had seen that Emma had just lost a match to Charlotte and Renee had recently started finding Emma intimidating when they were around each other. Emma was known for being a huge flirt toward the other girls in the locker room and it made Renee uncomfortable.

She’d considered herself straight but since she’d been seeing the Lunatic Fringe less and less for months prior to the breakup since her work was keeping her in Florida. Since then she’d started questioning her sexuality more and more. In the privacy of her hotel room, she’d slowly begun to use a tiny pink vibrator with greater and greater frequency to the thought of her favorite former US Champion. The thoughts of Ambrose were appearing less and less prevalent as the masturbation sessions grew more and more intense. First it was a single thought of Nikki Bella slipping through.

Ms. Young’s imagination had conjured up the idea of Nikki stepping toward her, her beautifully toned and masterfully tanned looking like a magnum opus in Renee’s mind pressing her gorgeous bare breasts against Renee and locking lips for a brief second. Then the thought of men had entirely vanished during her alone time as she began to play with herself whenever she had a moment of privacy to the point of doing it in the bathroom backstage. Last monday, she had brought herself to orgasm with a dildo looking at a picture of Emma thinking of the Australian cutie working away at her pussy with the dildo.

The memory of that latest orgasm returned to her and she felt a tad warmer as she continued to wait for Emma. The perverted girl considered taking a moment to slip away to the bathroom to quickly rub herself out but decided against it when she saw Emma walking towards her. Emma looked a little bit like a sore looser as she walked towards Renee then she gave her interviewer a curious look. “Something the matter?”

Renee bit her lower lip as she looked towards her interviewee noticing she was sweaty from the match since it had been the intense main event of the night. Her eyes flicked towards a bead of sweat as it dripped slowly down Emma’s cleavage before she spoke. “Sorry just a little stressed since I got dumped today.” “Oh.” Emma covered her mouth with a hand for a second. “Well I have a idea, meet me in the locker room later.” Renee hesitated for a moment unsure then deciding to appease Emma she agreed to meet with her. The camera man arrived and the interview started. As he worked on setting up the camera, Renee imagined what it’d be like to feel the wetness of Emma’s sweat mixing with her own as the amazing australian wrapped her muscular arms around her pulling her close. The thought came to abrupt end as the camera man signaled the camera was ready and started to count down with his fingers when they’d go live

“Hey guys Renee Young here with Emma to discuss her match.” She said into the mic as she made eye contact with the camera. The blonde easily brought the appearance of her usual peppiness and it reflected in her voice. She turned and held the microphone towards Emma. “Emma what is your plans going forward now since your loss.” Emma looking annoyed for the camera said “Well since Charlotte’s already declined my request for a rematch I’m going to destroy her little friend Bayley.” Emma walked away from Renee Young bringing an end to the interview.

Renee breathed a sigh of relief though perhaps she worried what Emma might think if she realized the canadian was staring at her cleavage. She spent a few moments to admire Emma’s magnificent ass trying to picture what it looks like under the tight red shorts until Emma turned a corner. The host of unfiltered scurried off to the women’s bathroom. As she heard the bathroom come to a close and walked toward a stall she found the cool air of the bathroom a nice relief from the humidity of the rest of the backstage. “Jeez how idiotic was I when I dressed myself earlier.” Finding an empty stall she opened the door and locked it behind her.

She took a seat on the toilet and peeled off her blue jeans which clung to her legs from sweat. She pulled them down to her ankles and then paused a moment to listen for a second. Not hearing anyone else in the bathroom she decided to slip her tiny pink vibrator out of her pants pocket and turn it on. Without another thought, she pulled down her black sweaty panties which was also a measly bit wet as one would expect one to be having just admired the subject of her most recent sexual fantasy in person.

She brushed the vibrator through her short well trimmed pubic hair before resting it for a meager second on her clit and shuddered and instinctively leaned towards it. She bit her lower lip and considered placing it against her clit again, but decided part of the fun of this masturbation session was the chance of being caught so she decided to tempt fate by hold off a bit longer. The interviewer rubbed the vibrator along the bottom of her pussy and clicked it to the medium speed setting. “Fuck!” the perverted girl moaned. The recently dumped woman held a hand onto her mouth trying to quiet herself. She teased the entrance to her vagina. Ms. Young began to shake as she shoved it the sex toy in deeper, penetrating herself.

Her hands and the toy itself started to feel slick as she began to pull it in and out of herself. She imagined it was the tongue of Emma forcing itself into her. The horny girl pulled down the straps of her tank top releasing her petite breasts to the chilly yet refreshingly pleasant air of the bathroom. She began to rock back and forth on the toilet as she fucked herself. “Tongue my pussy more Emma, does it taste good?” She said breathily. “Do you like that you little slut.” the sweaty masturbator clicked the vibrator into the fast position and pulled it out so she could position it carefully on the toilet seat so she could try to ride it a little.

She felt she was vibrating with it as she hurriedly eased onto it, feeling her teeth vibrating as she shook. Given what little space she had to operate and the big distraction that was her eagerness to fuck herself more intensely she forgot about the concept of being quiet. “Fuck yeah Emma fuck me harder!” She practically shouted and began to ride the pink toy faster causing her tits to sorta flop up and down as well as small breasts can. She swirled the vibrator around inside her and pushed it further up. “MMMM Fu-uuuuuck!” She bounced a bit faster and toilet seat slid forward to adjust to woman using it as a makeshift stand.

“Renee?” The word seemed oddly out of place in Renee’s mind. In her fantasy Emma couldn’t possibly be able to say it while having her tongue inside her. Then Renee’s eyes break open as she thought “Oh shit.” She looked under the stall door and her suspicion was confirmed. Underneath the door she saw a familiar gray pair of boots that had been part of a backside she was appreciating earlier. She felt a flood of embarrassment as her cheeks pinkened slightly as she blushed and heard the australian say “You’re not in trouble just open the door.”

The embarrassed woman stood up and clicked the vibrator off. She then put her pants and panties back on and put her straps back on her shoulders. The blushing Renee then unlocked and opened the stall door. On the other side of the stall door she saw Emma still glistening and wearing her full ring gear complete with her expertly applied red lipstick. “Tsk tsk” was the sound that emerged from Emma’s lips as she looked the ashamed and perspiring woman across from her over. Renee looked almost ready to bolt from the room though at the same time paralyzed by fear of the power Emma had over her at the moment. Renee finally garnered the courage to speak she asked “What do you mean I’m not in trouble?” Emma after admiring Renee’s thighs for a moment in silence, looked up at her. “Well what was it you called me?” Renee blushed harder and shrugged her shoulders.

Emma tilted her head to the side and added “Come on think hard about…” She paused a moment and then licked her luscious lips. “It had something to your pussy.” The australian beauty’s blue eyes lowered to Renee’s groin. She took a step into the stall. “Don’t be afraid to say it. I won’t hurt you.” Renee hopefully that on words alone she could get out of this said “I called you a little slut.” Emma rested a hand on Renee’s shoulder. “Why would you call me that?”

Renee looked to the floor and at her and Emma’s footwear. “I’ve been fantasizing about you.”

“Well..” Emma licked her nubile lips again in response to hearing the canadian’s confession. “You did say you wanted to relax.” Renee nodded. Emma took another step toward Renee so they were mere inches away from each other. Emma lowered her hand from Renee’s shoulder down to her thigh. As she squeezed Emma’s thigh, she whispered in Renee. “I want to fuck you too.” Renee’s eyes grew large and Emma kissed her. The first kiss was a simple nice neat proper kiss but as she kissed her more and more Emma got more intense and then slipped her tongue into the canadian mouth.

They licked each others tongues and then Emma stepped back a strand of her new lover’s saliva fell against her lip as she said “Let’s do it in the shower.” Renee certainly didn’t refuse. Emma held Renee’s hand as they stood in the shower. Emma stripped off her own top revealing her superb bust. She tossed it and then Renee pulled her close and she helped strip off the red snug shorts. Emma kicked off her boots and then pulled up Renee’s black tank top and tossed it into the corner of the shower. Renee handed Emma her vibrator and then threw her pants into the corner as well.

Renee untied and kicked sneakers and then Emma flipped on the shower. She pushed Renee against the shower wall and the interviewer heard the familiar click of the vibrator going into the slow setting. The non-wrestler leaned forward to set her hands against the cold wall of the shower and shook with impatience and excitement at the pleasure to come. The wrestler stepped almost as closed to as her new fuckmate as she could and slowly shoved the vibrator into Renee’s pussy. Renee tilted her head back with a smile on her face “Aaah.” As the pleasure of vibrator for the first time being outside of her control as it penetrated and the invigorating cold water of the shower mixed.

Emma kissed the top of Renee’s neck and then sucked on it as she pushed the sex toy further into her. The owner of the vibrator heard a popping sound as the australian suction came to a halt. Emma brushed her lips against her fellow blonde’s ear and then bluntly said “beg for it.”

Before she could get a reply Emma speedily clicked the speed of the vibrator to medium and pushed it further into her. Emma felt Renee shaking against her and set the vibrator back to the slow setting. “You heard me, now beg for it.” Renee bit her lower lip and said “Please Emma fuck me harder. Make me squirt. I’m a dirty girl and I…” Emma as fast as she could switched the vibrator to the fastest setting and was rewarded her by hearing Renee finish her sentence much louder and shake a great deal more “NEED IT!” Emma clicked the vibrator to medium and began humping Renee as she started thrusting it in and out of the canadian.

After a few moments of being screwed with the vibrator with her back facing Emma, when Renee turned around and held up a handful of one of Emma’s breasts and then took the nipple and areola into her mouth. Emma shook in response to the sensation and brushed a finger against Renee’s clit. “Damn that feels good.” Renee let go of the breast and then licked her way from one nipple to the other and began to ease two fingers into Emma’s pussy.

She felt her pussy muscles clamp down on her fingers and smiled as she saw Emma had closed her eyes while enjoying feeling Renee’s struggle to shove her fingers further inside her. Renee fingered Emma a bit more and Emma chewed on her lower lip a bit. Renee pulled her fingers out and licked them tasting pussy for the first time. She noticed Emma had dropped the vibrator while she was enjoying the feeling of Renee’s finger work. She picked it up and handed it to Emma. Emma opened her eyes and pushed Renee back against the shower wall.

Renee smirked and then felt Emma force the vibrator at the fastest setting deep into her pussy as quickly as she could and then repeated it. Renee moaned loudly and said “Fuck yeah fuck me deeper Emma, I’m your little slut, please FUCK ME HARDER!!” Emma kissed Renee on the neck again and then spun Renee around. She pulled the vibrator out and shoved Renee to the floor.

She pressed her pussy against Renee’s in the sexiest meeting of anything Australian with anything Canadian ever and started scissoring Renee very fast. “FUUUUCK” They both shouted in unison as they both squirted their pussy juices onto each other then Emma laid ontop of Renee for a few minutes. Then Emma casually got up and collected her clothes. Renee watched and admired the australian form again. Seeing Emma collect her clothes as well she thought “oh how kind.” though then Emma walked out of the shower. Renee followed after and found Emma standing next to the bathroom.

She walked over to Emma. “Where’s my clothes?” smugly Emma replied “I threw them into a toilet.” “WHAT?” Before Renee could get a response Emma grabbed her and shoved her out of the bathroom door, naked and into a very startled Charlotte.P

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Linnea gets some help with her duties

Chapter 12, In which we move up in the world

It was difficult getting used to living on three whole floors instead of a single apartment. There was so much more to take care of! At least I had my own room again, even if it was rather cramped — it just made sense to use the old servant’s quarters because they were so conveniently located.

I hurried downstairs, my mind swirling with lists to organize and tasks to accomplish. It was obvious I needed more help; it was just too much to take on by myself. There weren’t enough hours in the day! The stress was getting to me, and I wasn’t sleeping well most nights.

Daddy had seemed worse, today. He’d gone into a paroxysm of masturbation at the sight of me, although I couldn’t imagine why. Nothing about me had changed; I wasn’t even naked.

The snow-white crinolines and lace “apron” served primarily to highlight the elaborate cutwork of my very short black lace dress, and a stiffly boned black leather bustier held everything in place and presented my breasts to their best advantage. The lace on top came barely high enough to conceal my nipples and tease them with every movement; the crinolines peeked out beneath my hem and were just long enough to keep me decent while standing, without obstructing access to anything.

I would have been just as happy to stay naked, but it amused Stacey for some reason, and that was good enough for me. The only downside was that I had to budget over an hour each morning just to get dressed. In all honesty, it probably was due more to the long black-lacquered nails adorning my fingers than the clothing; I was still getting used to them.

My bell jingled lightly in time with the click of my stilettos on the floor. Maybe Daddy didn’t like the hose? I’d forgone a pattern in favor of a smoky grey that I thought Stacey would find attractive. Well, that and I’d ruined the patterned pair with an ill-considered grip.

Mom was more civil. A quick glance, a dismissive “I’m sorry, dear, but you’re too old for me,” and she had turned back to her Internet porn. I wanted to stay and talk, try and get her to socialize more, but I was late already.

Luckily for me, so was our applicant. I was able to greet her at the entry lobby after she’d been waiting less than a minute.

“Good morning,” she chirped, clearly nervous. “I’m Irene Calzetta. I have an appointment with Ms. Richwell regarding her executive assistant position.” She was thin, with breasts that looked a little large on her body, and curly hair about the same color mine had been. Her makeup was a little much for this early in the day, although I thought it was becoming and knew Stacey would like it, too. I bet myself she was wearing the only suit she owned. Somebody should have told her to remove the piercing in her eyebrow. Another college student looking to jump-start her climb to the top, I imagined.

I didn’t bother explaining that I was Linnea Richwell, since it just confused them when Stacey did most of the talking. “Good morning, Irene. May I take your coat?” She accepted, like they all did. “If you’ll wait here, I’ll announce you.”

Once in the cloakroom, it didn’t take a moment to hang the coat and find a few hairs. Curling them carefully in my hand, I paced quickly down the hall to Daddy’s — no, Stacey’s — office and let myself in without knocking.

“I masturbated in the shower again, and our ten o’clock is here,” I addressed Stacey, ignoring the girl who was kneeling in front of her. Miriam had appeared unexpectedly last week, apparently the result of a chance meeting. Both of them were naked and the room smelled of desire; Stacey wriggled contentedly as the girl’s tongue stud stroked her clit, but eyed me with a trace of annoyance.

I missed being in that position, but I knew that Stacey still loved me, and it was important for me to have time to do all the other things nobody else could. It just made sense for me to take care of Daddy and Mommy, and handle the deliveries, and do the cleaning and laundry, and make our meals.

Stacey was such a trooper to help out with the… My thoughts hit a rough patch. Well, she helped out a lot, and was making an effort to master management of our finances, although she seemed to be fixated more on the balance of the money market account and the credit limits on our cards than rate of return or expected cash flows from our portfolio.

“Oh, Linnea,” sighed Stacey, “what am I going to do with you? Why can’t you be a good girl, like Miriam?” She sighed again, this time with pleasure, at Miriam’s continued attentions.

“I can’t help myself,” I said remorsefully. “I miss you.” She’d tried over and over to help me, but nothing seemed to do the trick. The decorative bell hanging from the ring behind my clit had been effective in the old apartment, but my parents’ place was just too big. The reflexive jets of piss when I disobeyed or disappointed her had worked for a while, but I’d grown accustomed to them.

Once again, I’d found myself standing in the shower, doing myself and cumming like a total slut. The urine and warm water had run down my bare legs unnoticed while I energetically fingered my tits and ass and felt a yearning for something I couldn’t quantify. I thought — hoped — it was Stacey.

That brought me back to the problem of finding some additional helping hands so we’d have more time for each other. I knew Stacey was pleased with Miriam, but there were aspects of life that couldn’t be solved with a tongue stud, and we couldn’t just wait around, hoping we’d run into somebody suitable.

Stacey had sounded dismissive but agreeable when I’d suggested a job posting. With the economy the way it was, we’d been deluged with applications. Naturally I’d had to read them all myself.

She apparently chose to accept my not-quite-apology — or Miriam was distracting her. “What — aaaaah — do you think about this one?” Stacey asked.

“She seems like a good prospect,” I offered, belatedly handing over the hairs. “I think she might clean up quite nicely.” I hadn’t had time to re-read it and couldn’t remember the details of Irene’s resume, but nobody made it to an interview if they were an idiot or unsuitable. The point of the interview was to do the weeding that we couldn’t do otherwise — no unattractive women, no men, and no high-profile candidates.

It was all very sexist and politically incorrect, and illegal to boot. I’d tried to speak up once early on, in defense of a rather homely girl, but arguments with Stacey always ended with me peeing myself and capitulating. Besides, as she’d lost no time in pointing out, it was exactly what the men did when they thought they could get away with it. I’d had to settle for hoping one of these attractive young girls had a brain in her head. Unlike Miriam.

Stacey pushed Miriam away for a moment so she could swab the curled hairs in her sex and then deposit them in the large candle burning on the desktop. I never tired of watching the process that had brought me to my true love.

Miriam returned to her oral worship. “Show her in, then,” Stacey ordered.

I nodded and made my way back to the waiting room. “Ms. Richwell will see you now,” I announced to Irene upon my entrance.

She jumped to her feet, a bundle of nerves, and I watched her eyes widen as she really saw me for the first time. “Does everybody dress like that, Ms…?”

I realized I’d forgotten to introduce myself, and the poor girl looked confused enough already. I remembered my first interview; I’d been a wreck too. “Miss Lily,” I said, thinking of my bell. “And the dress code is quite casual.”

Irene’s mouth opened, but no words emerged.

“Can I get you anything, Irene?” She closed her mouth and shook her head. “Well then, if you’ll follow me?” I jingled down the hall, the muted sounds of Irene’s boots a pleasing counterpoint, and watched her out of the corner of my eye.

We’d just arrived at the office door when she reached out to touch my arm, pulling back her hand afterwards as if I’d been a live wire. “Please, Lily, can you tell me anything that will help me with this interview?”

I turned to face her and raised an eyebrow in wordless inquiry.

“I mean, I don’t want you to do anything wrong! But the Richwell Trust is rather diversified, and Ms. Richwell also is caring for her parents. The posting didn’t say much more concrete than ‘assistant’. Should I focus mostly on the business side of things, or the personal?”

“An excellent question,” I responded, meaning it. “You should ask Ms. Richwell, but for myself, I would emphasize the personal aspects — after all, we’re people first, aren’t we?”

“Thanks, Lily!” she told me, sounding sincere. “Pull yourself together Irene; you need this,” she whispered to herself, and then squared her shoulders.

I pretended not to hear her, and led her into the smoky office. “Ms. Richwell, this is Irene Calzetta. Miss Calzetta, Linnea Richwell. Is there anything I can get either of you?”

Stacey looked up from her overstuffed loveseat. Miriam was engaged in applying lotion to Stacey’s thighs, a process that seemed to involve equal amounts of licking and massaging. “Thank you, –“

“Lily,” I interjected, winking at her.

“Lily,” continued Stacey, wearing a sly smile. “Can you help Irene with her coat?”

The girl started in surprise. “I’m sorry; I forgot I still had it on,” she apologized, rapidly unfastening the buttons on her blouse. I accepted the blouse and suit jacket from her, and put them on hangers so they’d stay neat.

Now clad only in a pair of those ubiquitous stretchy low-rise slacks and her Victoria’s Secret bra, Irene settled into the guest chair facing Stacey. Miriam, having taken a good look at our guest, turned back to her work.

Stacey wriggled upright enough that she didn’t have to crane her head to watch Irene. “Well, Irene, tell me about yourself.”

“Certainly, Ms. Richwell.”

“Oh please, call me Linnea,” Stacey smiled, and I stifled a giggle at the joke.

“If you insist — Linnea,” the girl acquiesced. “Well, I have my Bachelor’s in psychology, and I’ve started on my Master’s degree. I have a minor in Business Administration, and I was an intern at Koslov and Associates the last two summers. I think my experience and education would make me an excellent choice for your executive assistant.”

“Very impressive,” Stacey commented, looking at me.

“Why?” I mouthed silently over Irene’s shoulder.

“Why?” Stacey parroted, looking blank.

“Excuse me?” asked a confused Irene.

My bell jingled softly as I repressed the urge to stamp my foot in frustration.

“I think Lily has a few questions,” Stacey prompted. I sensed she was losing interest in the process, because she pulled Miriam’s hands up to her breasts and sighed as the intimate massage resumed.

Irene looked around like she’d forgotten I existed, and I walked over to stand beside the sofa in front of her.

“I believe what Linnea meant to ask was, ‘why are you not concentrating full-time on your studies?’”

The young blonde sighed. “I wish; it’s just too expensive. It isn’t worth being in student loan debt for the rest of my life.” She smiled hopefully. “Ideally, I can find a job with flexible hours that will allow me to pursue my studies at the same time.”

I nodded sympathetically. “Doesn’t Koslov have an education reimbursement program?”

“Only for full-time employees. I wasn’t making enough as an intern to pay for it myself, and they aren’t hiring until business picks up.”

“Couldn’t you fuck somebody for it?” Stacey asked bluntly.

“What?” gasped Irene, looking scandalized. She blinked rapidly, and for a moment it appeared she was looking at Miriam.

“Sta — I mean, oh shit!” I yelped. I caught myself too late; trickles of golden warmth marred the insides of my thighs. Wonderful, I thought; now none of us looked very professional. At least I had diverted Irene’s attention away from Stacey. “And what did you do at Koslov?”

Irene hesitated for a moment and deflated. “Busywork, mostly. Oh, I could give you a song and dance about corporate synergy and leveraging human capital, but anybody with basic English literacy could have done it. I learned a lot about how a business actually operates, though.”

It all sounded regrettably familiar to me. “And you have a psychology degree? Is that where you’re doing your graduate work?”

“Yes, it is,” Irene confirmed. Ducking her head, she added, “My concentration is in Human Sexuality.”

I looked at her more closely.

Stacey pushed Miriam away from her and sat up, obviously curious. “Really?” Stacey asked. “What made you interested in that? And why don’t you undress while you tell us?”

“Well,” Irene temporized while she unfastened her bra, “it’s just something I’ve always been interested in.” Her breasts were large enough that they sagged slightly without support, looking out of place on her slight frame.

“Are those tits real?” asked Stacey, evidently following my train of thought, if not my sense of decorum.

“Of course,” replied Irene, who this time looked only vaguely affronted — mostly, I thought, by the insinuation. “I think I got them from my mother’s side of the family.” She leaned forward to pull off her short boots, giving us a view of how her tits hung from her chest, and then stood up to unzip her slacks.

“Anyway, sex seems like such a basic part of the human psyche, I felt it was worth making the effort to understand more about it.” The coed shimmied the slacks down her legs and stepped out of them. “To try and learn what makes us tick, so to speak.”

Belatedly I realized she was waiting for me and collected her garments. All that remained was a lace thong matching her bra. She had a cute little butt, I thought, inspecting her while I hung up the slacks.

Stacey leaned forward. “And what makes you tick, Irene? What untold secrets do you have inside of you?”

Irene hesitated, which was impressive in its own way. Stacey was such a smooth operator that most people didn’t even realize she was stretching their boundaries. “I’m into anal,” she confided in a barely-audible whisper.

I flashed on a memory of all my times with Michael, and how much I’d come to enjoy feeling him sodomize me. I watched Irene pull on her thong, sawing the fabric between her folds before pushing it down her legs, and wished I had an excuse to touch myself. The unworthy thought caused me to leak another small squirt of urine.

“That’s it? You’re just into anal?” Stacey asked intently. Luckily for me, she was so focused on the girl that she hadn’t noticed what I’d done; I’d have to bring it to her attention later, but not in the middle of an interview.

“I mean really into anal.” Irene sank back into her chair and pulled up her knees against her breasts, rocking slightly from side to side. “More than anybody else I know, and I’ve talked to a lot of people. I look at people’s butts all the time; the sight of a thong sliding into somebody’s crack gets me creaming. Nothing makes me hot like the feel of something stretching out my asshole.” Her voice grew slightly louder, a byproduct of her obvious enthusiasm. “There’s something so dirty, so nasty about it, it always gets me off.”

<I>I</I> was getting hot just listening to her, and I noticed her nipples were erect.

Irene wasn’t finished sharing. “I think there’s something wrong with me. I’ve tried lots of things and lots of ways, but I can’t orgasm unless somebody else — a cock, tongue, or finger — is penetrating my ass. I’m a freak.”

A wave of sympathy suffused me, but Stacey stifled a laugh. “Have you ever met a black guy named Nathan?” She quickly composed her expression. “Never mind; you wouldn’t remember.”

Stacey abruptly stood up. “I think you’d be a fine match for us, Irene. The job is yours, if you want it.”

Irene leaped to her feet, hands clasped in joy. “Yes!” she shouted, and then more sedately, “Oh, yes, I accept! Thank you so much, Linnea — you won’t regret it!”

I was a little nonplussed by the decision. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have hired Irene, but that Stacey hadn’t asked me before doing it. We were supposed to be helping each other out, but she was acting like she was in charge! First this Miriam girl out of nowhere, and now Irene before we’d done even half of the interviews I’d scheduled!

My gaze settled on Miriam, who remained curled on the floor; she was fingering herself languidly, her face still shining with Stacey’s dew. She seemed to think I was running a bed and breakfast, and now it appeared I had somebody new to break in, too. I felt like things were getting worse instead of better.

God knew I loved her before all else, but I was going to have to have a heart-to-heart with Stacey before this got even more out of hand. She was a great lover, and a great hair stylist, but she didn’t know crap about running a business. How many more freeloaders would we end up with?

“Just one formality to take care of,” Stacey continued. “A quick drug test to make sure you’re clean — you are, aren’t you?”

Irene nodded earnestly. “Sure. Where do I go?”

Stacey walked over to her. “Right here!” She plucked a strand of hair from the surprised girl’s head and examined it in the dim light. “Now, Irene, you’ll be working very closely with Lily.” I jumped as she yanked a hair from me, too. “Very closely. She’s a critical part of my team, and the workload really has gotten to the point where she can’t handle it by herself.”

I began to sense where Stacey was headed, and watched with rising anticipation as she spun our hairs together into a single strand and wound it about her finger.

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy working with Lily,” Irene told us, still beaming.

Stacey smiled knowingly. “I’m sure you will. Did I mention she really likes anal, too? She’s not supposed to touch herself, but I don’t have time to supervise her as much as I should; that will be one of your responsibilities. Lily will show you to your new office and take care of any other needs you might have.”

The beginnings of a frown appeared on my face. It sounded like Stacey thought <I>I</I> was going to be Irene’s assistant, instead of the other way around. That seemed… not right?

“She’s very talented with her tongue, by the way,” Stacey commented as she moistened the coil in her sex. She deposited it carefully atop the flame flickering on the large desktop candle, and I blinked back a brief wave of dizziness.

She handed the candle to Irene. “This is for your desk. That’s all, then. Go settle in!” Wearing as wide a smile as I’d seen in some time, she returned to the sofa and pulled Miriam’s face roughly into her crotch.

A little nonplussed for some reason, I collected Irene’s clothing and led her out of the office and down the hall, mostly on autopilot.

“Oh my God, Lily, that went so much better than I expected!” Irene erupted once the door was closed behind us. “I just wanted a job, any job. I’m, like, Linnea Richwell’s executive frikkin’ assistant, can you believe it? I even have somebody working for me!”

There was a pause, and I could feel Irene’s eyes on me. “What are you, anyway, Lily? My secretary or something? You dress like a maid in some guy’s wet dream.”

My mouth worked several times, but the reflexive answers stuck in my throat. “I’m not a maid; I’m a slut,” I finally replied. “Everybody says so.” I felt hazy on the details, but I knew it was true.

We pulled up in front of Da–Mr. Richwell’s library. It had been converted into an office for… My thoughts petered out again. Linnea had the old office, and nobody else needed one — of course, this was for Irene. “This is yours,” I told her, leading her in.

Irene put the candle on the desk and looked around while I tried to decide what to do with her clothing. I’d have to check with — Linnea — to find out if she should have a bedroom. Finally I settled for draping the clothes over a chair; the blouse went slithering to the floor and I bent to retrieve it.

“You look cold,” Irene told me.

I realized she’d been looking at my butt, exposed beneath the crinolines and dress. The thought made me wet. Well, wetter, anyway. “You should talk,” I teased back, hoping I’d read the humor in her voice correctly.

She ran her hands quickly down her body and looked a little concerned. “I do feel a little underdressed,” she admitted. “I hate to ask, but do you have some mascara and eyeliner I could borrow?”

“Sure,” I said, feeling breathless. I felt good being able to help out, and she’d look even hotter with a little more definition around her eyes. “Do you want me to just bring them here?”

“How about I just come with you?” Irene decided. “I’d like to see a little more, and I want to know where to find you.”

I gave her the nickel tour; actually, it was the Richwell place, so it was more like the $5000 tour. Irene asked a lot of questions, but she always seemed to be looking at my ass; I put an extra sway into my step and put a lot more English into opening the doors than was needed.

“This is Mr. Richwell’s suite,” I told Irene, before opening one of the double doors. “It’s very important he remain restrained at all times.” I led her in. “Good morning, Mr. Richwell. I wanted to introduce Irene Calzetta; she’s Linnea’s new executive assistant. Irene, this is Mr. Richwell.”

“Goddamn it, Linnea!” he raved. “What crap is this? How dare you profane my house with another of your sluttish, gold-digging ‘friends’?” His hand strained for his beet-red erection, but was brought up short by the Velcro wristband.

“Oh, Daddy,” I sighed without thinking. A sudden hard spank on my ass made me jump.

“Lily!” Irene looked appalled. “Show Mr. Richwell some respect!” She looked apologetically at the man in the bed. “I’m very sorry for Lily’s behavior, sir. We won’t disturb you any longer.”

A firm hand steered me back out the door, but not before I saw Mr. Richwell’s cock squirt onto his stomach. “I’m sorry, Irene,” I said. “I wasn’t thinking — I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s okay,” she replied. “He probably won’t remember us in 5 minutes, anyway. But don’t let yourself forget who he is or why he deserves our respect. None of this would be here if not for him.”

“You’re right,” I admitted, feeling chastised. I tried to imagine what running everything single-handed would have been like, but failed. “Can you imagine?” I asked sheepishly. “It’s taken three of us to replace him.”

“Don’t get too full of yourself, Lily,” Irene admonished me, but she was smiling. “I’m sure the Richwells had maids before you.”

“Sluts,” I corrected her automatically. I tried to feel affronted, but couldn’t really argue the point. I settled for heading more directly for my room.

“You live here?” Irene asked, sounding surprised. She looked at the bed and small desk, which was covered with papers. Clothing overflowed the small closet and dresser, and it would have been worse without the laundry downstairs.

“Of course,” I replied, trying to straighten a few things. I hadn’t expected a visitor. “You could ask Linnea for a room, too, if you wanted one.”

Irene was picking up resumes, portfolio reports, and medical bills. “That might be nice,” she said absently. “Is the rent much?”

I was embarrassed to say, “I don’t know. I guess it’s included.” I couldn’t even remember the number on my last paycheck.

“Oh, you poor girl,” Irene laughed, not unkindly. “No wonder Linnea was so desperate for help! Running something this size isn’t something you learn in consumer math. You almost had me fooled in the interview, but Linnea thought up those questions you asked, didn’t she?”

“I — yes,” I admitted. She must have.

“Well, just run all these down to my office when you get a chance and I’ll start sorting them out. I’ll make sure there’s nothing too embarrassing before discussing them with Linnea.”

I’d somehow thought of myself as important and indispensable, but Irene’s absent questioning had pierced my bubble of self-delusion. It was right that I was only Irene’s assistant; I was lucky Linnea hadn’t decided just to fire me! I choked back a sob as I wet myself.

“Lily! Did you just pee on the floor?!”

Blushing and looking at the floor, I nodded. Was it possible for me to screw up even more?

“God, you’re a kinky slut,” she commented. Her voice didn’t hold the condemnation I’d expected. “Well, tell me where you keep your cosmetics and then go clean up.”

I realized her good opinion was critical if I didn’t want to lose my job. “In the top drawer of the dresser,” I said, and then knelt to start licking. There really wasn’t that much there.

Irene’s brows rose, but she didn’t comment. After watching a moment, she turned away and moved to the dresser. “What is this?” she asked me after rummaging inside. She held up a large black dildo. “Not mascara, I think,” she smirked.

“It’s not mine,” I protested without thinking. “It belonged to a friend. Linnea” — I stumbled on the name — “doesn’t let me masturbate.”

“So I recall,” Irene said, examining it closely. She sniffed, and then tasted the tip of it. “She said you liked your ass filled, too, didn’t she?”

I think the heat in the room went up about ten degrees in half as many seconds. It was impossible to miss the signs of Irene’s arousal; her nipples stood out and her lips glistened. I was just as excited.

“You’ve had this in your ass, haven’t you, Lily?” she said, approaching me with feigned casualness.

“Maybe,” I whispered. I honestly couldn’t remember. Did I know a Michael?

Irene laughed again, misunderstanding me. “You don’t have to lie to me. As long as I’m holding it, it isn’t masturbation, is it?”

I felt the tip of it trace a path along my bun to the crack of my ass, and arched my back, extending my butt as high as I could. “Please,” I gasped, on fire. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cum, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

She probed further, teasing my anus but holding the dildo so loosely I couldn’t push it into my needy back door. “Your ass is so hot,” Irene sighed breathlessly. A hand flipped up the hem of my dress, completely exposing me, and Irene landed a few lazy lashes with the length of the dildo, making my bell jingle and my pussy drip.

For my part, I moaned and closed my eyes, straining to offer myself to her more fully.

Her hand caressed my sensitized skin, and then dipped between my legs to probe briefly within my swollen folds. The fingers slowly retreated, tracing cool trails on my heated flesh. I dry-humped the air, helpless to control myself.

“Needy little Lily-slut,” Irene teased. “Your sweet rosebud is just aching to suck this bad boy in, isn’t it?” The dildo was back, pushing ever so slowly into me, but her hand was there to keep me from thrusting myself onto it.

I rested my head on the floor and panted. It wasn’t just the physical stimulation, although that was damn good — Irene clearly knew her way around an ass. It was her running commentary and the manner in which she simultaneously admired and teased my burning body.

She twisted the intruder within me, angling it from side to side, filling and stretching me deliciously. “What a greedy hole you have, Lily,” Irene husked. I could smell her arousal beside me. “You look so perfect; you were made to take cocks, to swallow them in your hot ass. Big cocks, forcing themselves into your tight butt. Oh God, it’s so much better than your pussy, thrusting in your ass, your dirty ass, fucking your ass!“

Irene’s hand was trembling violently, which only made her reaming feel even better. I would have fallen over, but the only thing not on the floor was my skewered rear end. Creaming and gasping for air, I teetered on the edge of a gigantic orgasm.

“Jenny,” thought my traitor mind, and I lost it completely.

Feeling me go, Irene stepped up her assault and began pistoning the dildo fiercely into me, so aggressively I thought her fist might leave bruises on the bottom of each stroke. She was panting raggedly and mumbling, but the only word I could make out was “ass” — which she used repeatedly.

I could have wallowed that way for much longer, but Irene unexpectedly released her grip and I did fall over, with the dildo still buried inside my rectum. I looked up at her and saw she was crazy turned-on.

Her naked body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration; her face was flushed and the color extended well down to her breasts. The nipples capping them extended rigidly and she was so wet between her legs an onlooker would have been forgiven for thinking she, not I, had peed herself.

Those oversized globes mesmerized me, but Irene had other ideas. “I need you, Lily,” she panted. “God, how I need you.” She pushed urgently at me until I rolled the rest of the way onto my back, and then swung a leg over so she was crouched atop me.

“Rim me,” she ordered. “Work that slut tongue up my ass. Hurry!”

I remembered what she’d shared. I wasn’t supposed to masturbate; she couldn’t. Well, not and get off on it, anyway. Of course I would have helped, even if my continued employment hadn’t depended on brown-nosing my boss. The thought prompted a giggle I couldn’t stifle.

“Lily!” Irene impatiently hissed, and ground herself against my face.

She was such an easy lay. I’d barely gotten the tip of my tongue into her before she exploded like a bomb. “Don’t stop!” she screamed, loud enough I could have heard her from down the hall.

I started sawing my tongue in and out of her pulsing back door, to Irene’s evident delight. In a way, it really was the same as eating out — Linnea — and I’d been able to do that for hours. I wasn’t getting as much out of it as she was, but doing such a good job of servicing her was turning me on again.

Greatly daring, I surreptitiously reached for my throbbing clit. I was disappointed, but not surprised, when Irene redirected it and pinned my hand beneath her leg. That just intensified my delight when she began to caress the rings around my clit. I bucked underneath Irene and started sucking and blowing, repaying her attentions.

When Irene finally stood up, I figured the honors had been about even. “We’ll be doing more of that,” she told me with a big smile of approval. “I can see you’ll be an excellent assistant, Lily.”

“Thank you, Irene,” I responded while climbing to my feet. “I think I’m going to love working under you, too.” I winked and she laughed. She just seemed less tightly wound than Linnea.

“Oh, no!” she scolded when I started to remove the dildo from my butt. “Leave that alone; here.” Irene pulled me in front of the full-length mirror on the wall and brushed at my dress until it was straightened, and then pulled gingerly on the black cock until it was about half out and the end protruded slightly from my crinolines. “That’ll do, for now. Your ass looks so good with something in it.”

“Okay,” I said, wondering how long she’d expect me to keep it in. Oh well; she was the boss. “Anything else?”

“Well, no masturbating, of course. And perhaps you should ask Linnea about a room for me, and access to the expense account. We’ll need a few changes.” She stopped me before I could take the first step. “No, on second thought, I’ll speak to her myself after I get fixed up. Have lunch ready in my office at noon — something light; maybe a half sandwich and some vegetable soup.”

Luckily she hadn’t asked for anything weird. I answered, “Sure,” sounding upbeat and positive. “For two?” Irene nodded and turned back to the cosmetics; I started for the kitchen in a good mood. It was early still, but I thought I was going to enjoy being Irene’s assistant; I’d have to thank Linnea the next time I saw her.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

This is a story of two girls who fall deeply in love. This chapter has a lot of plot building, so please be patient. Please comment with feed back for future chapters. input is highly appreciated!!! ENJOY!!!

Not So Innocent Love (Part 1)

This story starts off with a girl as all good stories do. This girl though wasn’t like any of the others. It wasn’t her natural brown hair with perfect highlights that made her perfect, nor her impeccable sense of style. To this day I don’t even know what made her perfect; all I know is she changed my life.
I was the normal girl in high school. I did my homework and passed with average b’s. I wasn’t gorgeous, but I was pretty. Sure, I had my issues: drugs, parties; boys, but overall I was nothing special. I had never thought of doing anything with the same sex. I was taught from birth that I shouldn’t do that. But something changed my junior year. I fell in love.

Introduction:

The bell rang for the first day of school. I was excited as all girls get on the first day. I was here to make new friends. It was my goal. The previous years I never had many, but this year all that was going to change, I was determined. As everyone filed into the gymnasium for morning announcements I was scanning the crowd for new girls. I wasn’t shy, people just seemed to not like me, but I didn’t seem to like them either. After pushing through all the groups just standing in the gym, I finally found my seat, Seat 2b. I was, with no doubt, excited to see who sat next to me. As everyone filed in a absolutely gorgeous young lady sat down next to me. I looked over at her to introduce myself.

“Hi, my name is Lauren!” I said with a perky smile. The girl next to me and shrugged and just said hi. I was determined to make a new friend, so I persisted on. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Ashley,” she replied. At that I just smiled, I didn’t want to be pushy.

The day seemed to drag out. There weren’t too many new people. Ashley was the only one that I actually talked to. On the way home it was raining. The bus was packed, but I found that Ashley shared the same route as I did. After school Ashley seemed to be more talkative. We shared our schedules finding out that we had 4 of the 7 classes of the day together. Thirty minutes had gone by and my stop was coming up shortly. As the bus came to a screeching stop I stood up, only to be surprised that Ashley was standing too.

Getting off the bus we talked about our lives. Turns out we’re very similar. Both our parents broke up when we were young, we never had too many friends growing up, and we were both musicians. Several blocks later Ashley’s house arrived. It was located on the right side of the street. It was a nice two story house, nothing special but nice. The garden in the front was a mess however, and the porch was beginning to fade. Ashley and I said our goodbyes and parted our separate ways.
The Parties Begin:

After several months of school had passed Ashley and I had become great friends! After school we’d often go to the park and talk about our (sooo horrible) lives, boys, and other meaningless things. One day at school, however, we both were invited to a party over at a guy’s house on the next street over. Ashley and I got dressed up and headed over. I was wearing a nice blue top with a cute shirt black skirt with a pair of heels, but I was nothing compared to Ashley. Ashley was perfectly gorgeous! She had he beautiful brown wavy hair to the side over her single strapped shirt. Her makeup was perfect as well. She had on a dark red shade of lipstick that complemented the rest of her beautiful artwork. She as well had a shirt black skirt on with very similar high heels. I, needless to say, felt unworthy I here presence.
We knocked on the door, and it immediately opened. The house was flooded with people. Anybody who was anybody was there. As we walked in eyes turned. We stopped the boys in mid-sentence. Their jaws dropped. Immediately Jack, a football player, rushed up to me and offered me a drink. Ashley winked at me and I accepted. As I walked away with Jack Ashley became swarmed with men. We looked at each other and giggled.

Jack sat me down on a couch in the living room and placed his arm around me. This shocked me for he had never made a move in school, but I didn’t say anything. I took a sip of the beer he had given me and smiled as he looked in my eyes. We talked for quite a while. He asked me all sorts of questions, but as the night progressed I began to get a little tipsy. Jack leaned over and softly kissed me. I pulled back at first, but gave into his warm lips. He was a great kisser. He leaned even further over and placed his hands on my side. I rested my arms around his neck and leaned back on the sofa. He smiled into the kiss and I giggled. All of a sudden I heard some giggling and someone say, “Ohhh girl, get it!” I turned around and smiled as I saw Ashley standing behind me with a different football player wrapped around her. Jack looked at me and smiled as he pulled me off the couch and lead me up the stairs. I held onto his strong arm as he opened a door and we slipped inside.

Jack, pulling off my shirt during the process, pushed me onto the bed. I looked up at him and bit my lip as he came down and kissed me. I pulled on his shirt as we kissed. He slipped out of his shirt and tossed it to the ground. He was quite muscular. He didn’t have a six pack, but his abs were firm. His arms were strong though, it made me wet just looking at them. He slid his hands across my tummy and around to my back to unstrap my bra. He tossed my bra to the floor just as he did his shirt. I sat up and unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. His hard cock came out and nearly slapped my face. He wasn’t huge, but he was big enough. I slid his cock into my mouth. He instantly moaned. He grabbed to top of my head and thrust his dick into my face. I grab his waste to slow him down, but he pumped faster. I pulled his cock out of my mouth panting for air as I told him to slow down. He smiled as leaned over and kissed me. He ran his hand up my thigh into my skirt as I stroked his dick. His hand felt good on me. I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off to reveal my black lace thong I was wearing. As I kicked my skirt off the door slammed open. Ashley stumbled into the room hardly noticing us through her kisses with the other football player. When she noticed she stared at me wide eyed in amazement. She stared at my fairly large tits then down to my thong. She giggled as she climbed up next to me and lay down, her new friend quickly following; they got back to business. Jack pulled my thong off and tossed it in the pile of clothes we created. Jack grabbed my legs and pulled me to his face. I giggled and moaned as his tongue touched my wet pussy. His warm tongue felt amazing against my clit! I grabbed his head as I moaned, feeling his tongue slip inside of me. I felt myself on the edge of orgasm. I pulled his face away and giggled as I said “get up here baby.”
Jack climbed up to me and kissed my lips. I smiled as I tasted the sweet juices from my cunt. I grabbed Jack’s dick and placed it at the entrance to my hole as I stared into his beautiful blue eyes. Jack strongly thrust his cock deep into my wet pussy. I arched my back and moaned loudly. Ashley looked over at me and giggled as her boy toy undressed her. Jack grabbed the heels of my shoes and lifted them onto his strong shoulders as I clung onto the bed spread. He pounded his warm hard cock into firmly.

By This time Ashley was only in her thong and heels, just as I had been when she walked in. She had her mouth full of cock moaning deeply as I was getting fucked next to her. Her hand was buried in her thong massaging her clit and fingering her hungry pussy. Her boy toy flipped her over onto her stomach as he ravaged her ass and played with her thong. He slowly took it off her and pressed his dick into her pussy. Ashley screamed loudly in a deep moan of pleasure. I looked of at her gorgeous eyes and she stared back in mine. I don’t know how, but the next thing I remember was the two of us in a lip lock. I had kissed Ashley! I had never had one single thought of kissing a girl before this, now I felt deep with lust for her. I kissed her passionately just as she kissed me back. Moaning into each other’s mouths we were unfathomable consumed in pleasure.

Jack picked me up and turned me around into a doggy style position. He slowly slid his cock into my pussy once again as he grabbed my ass. I reached over and held onto Ashley’s ass while we kissed. Screaming into each other’s mouths we both crescendoed into an orgasm at the same time. Jack pulled out of my pussy and shot his load onto my back as I lay on the bed still moaning from my orgasm, soon after the same happened to Ashley’s man. We all got tidied up and left the party still fairly tipsy. Ashley and I walked to her house where we climbed in through the window and fell asleep in each other’s arms. That night marked the first night of a very good relationship.

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MORNING TO AFTERNOON

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY
PART – 39
MORNING TO AFTERNOON

It was one of the summer mornings.

I was preparing breakfast for my husband and he was taking his bath. Generally, most of the time, we take bath together in the morning, but that day I got up early and was in the kitchen after taking my bath before my husband woke-up.

I prepared tea for my husband and went to the bedroom to wake him up. And now, he was in bathroom after his morning tea.

I was sure in my heart that although my husband has missed having his bath with me today, but he would be fucking me surely before going to office. Having morning fuck in the bedroom or in bathroom while bathing together or in the kitchen, is very common between us.

I saw from corner of my eyes my husband coming out of the bathroom while I was going to the bedroom from kitchen.

He paused for a moment outside of the bathroom and then he walked up behind me and grabbed my ass from behind as I was heading towards the couch.

There was a definite aroma in the air and it drove me wild as I was expecting such move from my loving and fucking husband. I could feel that his cock was already rock hard. He let his towel go down from his waist and he just pulled up the only thin gown which I was wearing without any panty and bra under it. We both were naked in a flash.

I was sitting on the couch and he was sitting on the floor, between my legs.

He lent forward and put his mouth right over my pussy, taking in a deep breath through his nose, smelling my wonderful aroma.

A small sigh escaped from my mouth and I opened my legs a little wider, giving him better access of my pussy. I was exposing my beautiful and clean shaved pussy against his face. There was a thin layer of moisture covering my pussy lips.

He leant forward again traced his tongue along my pussy from top to bottom. I let out a louder moan and opened my legs further. He started to lick my growing clit as my breathing became heavier…

I was starting to get very wet and I know that the taste of my juices is intoxicating. As I approached my first orgasm very soon by his mouth treatment on my dripping pussy, my legs tightened around his head and I let out a long high pitched sigh. Juices began to run from my pussy and down onto his chin. He tried valiantly to lap them all up as my orgasm subsided and my leg muscles relaxed.

Without saying a word, I looked up at him and smiled as I opened my legs again, never releasing eye contact. He stood up and I could notice that his cock was rock hard and was saluting me.

I just stared at his cock with hunger in my eyes as he knelt down between my legs and pulled me by the thighs to the edge of the couch.
He rubbed his swollen cock head up and down the length of my slit, coating his hot rod in my juices, before slowly pushing it into my hot pussy.

We both were aware that it was already 9.00 in the morning and he is not having much time in his hands to fuck me in the way we both likes. Generally, we spend a lot of time in foreplay before starting practical cock pussy fucking. According to the situation, it has to be a quickie.

I had my eyes closed now and started to slowly rock my hips as he began to thrust his long, thick, hot and hard cock in and out of my dripping pussy.

As he thrust, he rubbed my boobs in small circles. I could feel myself coming to orgasm and quickened my pace, thrusting his cock fast and deep into my juicy pussy. The slurping sounds it made as he drove his cock in and out of my wet pussy. And I reached to the pleasure of orgasm once again.

He felt my second orgasm and he pulled his thirsty cock out of my pussy and now it was my duty to take him up to his destination of Cuming.

I took his hot and wet cock in to my mouth and have tasted my own juices. I was sucking his cock furiously and at the same time I was masturbating on his cock holding his cock from the base.

I was sucking……. stroking his cock without rest and took him up to the pleasure point of Cuming. After some time I felt an extra hardness, an extra hotness which signaled me about his Cuming. I also felt crown of his cock swelling in my mouth and I have increased my speed of sucking, stroking and suddenly, he filled my mouth with his warm sweet cum.

His cock was showering his warm cum jets in to my mouth and I tried my best to drink his cum as much as was possible. His cum was also dropped on my naked boobs but his cock was still in my mouth and I was like milking his cock.

We finished another very good quick sex in the morning before his going to the office.

We recovered soon as time was too short and went bathroom once again to clean ourselves as he was getting late for his office.

After preparing the lunch, I went to the bathroom once again to have a quick shower. I took the shower and I was watching myself naked in the full size mirror in my bedroom.

As mentioned earlier too, I maintain my body in perfect shape even after my pregnancy by spending some time in yoga everyday. I have noticed that my stomach was still almost flat even after pregnancy of almost three months. Only I knew that there was a little change in original flatness of my stomach. Once again, I felt proud of my well shaped sexy body and my beauty.

Whenever I see my well shaped sexy body in mirror, I always remember my lesbian sex partner Neeta, because she too maintains her body and it was good to know during our first lesbian sex encounter that Neeta too do regular yoga to maintain her young and sexy body.

My husband went to office after fucking me in the morning like a quickie and I was waiting for him for lunch. I received a call from him that he would not be coming home for lunch due to some urgent meetings in his office and he also informed that there will be late in the evening too in returning home from the office.

I was eating my lunch alone and was thinking about Neeta. I did not meet Neeta after my pregnancy, although we use to talk over phone regularly and Neeta was aware about my pregnancy.

Like my wish comes true, I received a call from Neeta that she was going her home early as there is not much work in her office. She wanted me to meet her at her house if possible for me. It was difficult for her to meet at my home because my neighbor Tanu, Neeta’s long time lesbian sex partner was at her home and Neeta does not want to take any risk meeting me at my home because Tanu was unaware about our relations and it is important for Neeta to keep good relation with Tanu to be continued in her job at Tanu’s husband’s shop. Neeta told me many times that she enjoys lesbian sex with me better than her old lesbian sex partner Tanu. It was important for us to keep our relations secret from Tanu.

Neeta sounded so sexy that I could not control my feelings of having lesbian sex with her. I was also eager to meet Neeta since a long time, and the situation was perfect that my husband will be coming late in the evening; I said yes to Neeta and have finished my lunch.
I selected a blue shirt and black skirt. I wanted to look more attractive. I put a little make-up to make myself look good and left from my house to meet Neeta. It was close to 4.00 PM when I started from home. I drove my car to her house and it took about half an hour to reach her house and I was at the front of her house very soon.

I pressed the door bell and heard someone walking down towards the door. It was Neeta. She opened the door and she was standing in front of me wearing top and pajama. She invited me inside her house and she looked a little excited on finding me at her door. It was a small and nice house. She offered me some cold drinks and we sat on the couch holding each other’s hands. She told me that her mother have gone to meet someone and was expected at late night only. We both were started feeling heat of lesbian sex love soon.

It was not our first time. We did it many a times in the past and have enjoyed it very much.

Even my husband knows about our lesbian sex relationship. Once, my husband fucked me in presence of Neeta. Neeta took an active part in our group sex between me, her and my husband, but she played only lesbian sex with me, played with my husband’s cock and watched my husband fucking me. She did not want to be fucked by my husband that time and it was easy for my husband too because he also does not want to fuck anyone else other than me. Neeta is a pure lesbian lover but she confirmed me that she surly wishes my husband to fuck her along with me in group sex game soon.

The heat of love and sex was increasing between us while talking and drinking cold drinks. We finished our cold drinks soon.

I was sure that Neeta did not want to wait longer because of the two reasons. One, she was very very hot and horny that time and secondly, she knows that I was also not having much time in my hands because I have to return my home before my husband comes in the evening.

She moved close to me. She slowly slid her hand under my skirt and started caressing my thighs. She was looking at my face and smiling at me. She took the first step and she was doing that for a few seconds. I was feeling very happy that she is taking initiative, I just let her continue and I opened my legs slightly. This time, she was in dominating mood and I too wanted her to play the lead role in our lesbian love fuck.

She picked up the signal without saying anything by me and she knew that I was up for it! She slowly moved her hands inside my skirt and quickly her hand was very close to my pussy. She was caressing my inner thighs with one hand and with the other hand; she was stroking my hair with love. My pussy had already become wet. My eyes were fixed on her boobs. Her pointed nipples were pressing against her top and clearly visible outside.
She said, “My hand can feel how hot you are as always my darling Julee”.

I moved my face close to her and placed a slight kiss on her lips. That was the trigger. She then grabbed my face and we started kissing passionately. Now her hands moved up to my pussy and she was rubbing my wet pussy over my panties. I unbuttoned her top and was not surprised to see her not wearing bra as she was fully ready to have lesbian sex with me. I started playing with her well shaped round boobs and planted my tongue insider her mouth. Our tongues were playing together. Sometimes I felt my entire tongue was inside her mouth! I licked her lips and sucked her tongue like an ice cream sticks! She liked it a lot. She sucked my lips and slightly bit them. It was making me even hornier. I was playing with her firm boobs. They were of good size and amazingly firm.

As mentioned above, she has a great figure. Her nipples were rock solid by now, ready to be sucked hard.

Then she pulled her hand out of my skirt and said, “Let’s go the bedroom”.

I obeyed right away and she took me inside her bedroom holding my hands. Without waiting for her to remove my shirt and skirt, I myself have removed my clothes to save them from mess as I had to wear them again while returning my home.

I was undressing myself and when I was done removing my shirt and skirt; I saw she was already naked and ready for me! She was standing in front of me completely nude! Oh my god! What a sexy figure she is having. All I saw was a horny babe waiting to be fucked. I was in my bra and panty in front of her. Two sexy lovers, sex goddess were ready to explore each other. She pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top of me. She quickly removed my bra and started to suck my well shaped round boobs. My nipples went erect by her skillful sucking. She sucked my entire breast and switched between the two nipples frequently. I was moaning then, “hmmm.. aaahh” Her sucking of my nipples was taking me to the another world of pleasure.

She then guided my hand to her wet pussy. To me, Neeta is an expert lesbian fucker. She exactly knew what she wanted and what her partner wanted. I started to rub her hot and clean shaven pussy and she was sucking on my nipples and boobs. Then we started to kiss once again. I was still rubbing her pussy and she was very wet my rubbing on her sexy pussy. My fingers were soon full of her pussy juices.

She was producing lot of juice and she was very horny. She stopped kissing and moved down. She started kissing on my panties. It sent shock waves all over my body. I was moaning harder “aaaahhhh”.

I rolled my head back and started to enjoy it. Then she pushed my panty aside and exposed my pussy. Now I was also completely naked like her. She kissed my pussy lips very gently. I was now moaning very loudly. I let a loud “aaaahhhhhh”. She loved to see me moaning. She started to eat my pussy lips. She was alternating between sucking my pussy lips and licking my clit.

Then she started to use her fingers. She was rubbing my clit and sucking my pussy lips. The tension in my body was growing. Then she started to tongue fuck me! I was screaming “Fuck ya!! Harder… Harder…” She was pushing and taking her tongue in and out of my pussy like a male cock. It felt as though someone is fucking me using a real cock! It felt so good. She was still rubbing my clit. Her nose was rubbing against my pubic area and it turned me moaning even harder. I was so horny then. She tongue fucked me even harder.

Then she started to use her other hand. She inserted one of her fingers in my asshole. I was shouting “Don’t stop… Harder… Fuckkkk.. Aaahhhhh!” She was fingering my ass hole, rubbing my clit and tongue fucking my pussy. I cannot ask for anything more. I felt like heaven was coming down. I was sweating in excitement. I was screaming and my muscles were becoming tight. I shuddered into an unbelievable and strong orgasm. As I was orgasm, I pushed my pussy into her face and she liked it! Her face was full of my pussy juice.

She said “Julee ! ou taste so good!.”

Then she got up and we started kissing again. I tasted my own pussy juice from her lips and it felt so good.

She was showing who the boss in the bed is that time and I was happy to accept her as a boss in lesbian love fuck.

Then I got up and starting to kiss all over her body. She was standing and I was sitting at the corner of the bed. I used my fingers to rub her pussy. Her pussy was dripping and I massaged her pussy lips. I sucked her boobs hard which made her moan “hmmmmmm..” Then I started kissing her thighs and slowly reached towards her pussy. She let out a loud “aahhhhh” when my tongues touched her pussy lips. I started sucking her hard. She loved it! I knew it. I was eating her juicy pussy like anything. While I was sucking her pussy, I quickly inserted my middle finger into her pussy. I was fingering her pussy slowly and my other hand was playing with her boobs and erected nipples.

She was moaning harder now. She was breathing harder and she was thrusting her hips into my fingers. I was fingering her pussy harder now. My entire middle finger was inside her pussy. I was sucking her pussy lips hard and my nose was rubbing her clit. The smell of her pussy juice made me even more horny. I was fingering her pussy harder and I was able to feel her muscles tighten on my fingers. She was screaming, “aaahhh.. Fuck! Even faster… Fuck me faster… aahhhh”

I was sucking her clit harder and fingering her pussy harder and harder. I buried my face in her pussy. Then she was rocked by an amazing orgasm. She screamed out and her muscles were cramped and my fingers felt the intensity of her orgasm.

Then I slowly removed my fingers and placed mild kisses on her wet pussy lips.

Then I got up and we kissed passionately for a few minutes. We broke the kiss and smiled at each other.

Oh! What a wonderful lesbian fuck game we had.

Words were not needed. The love for each other was there in the air!

We hugged each other and started to dress because this was the time for me to leave for my home.

We did not have to ask how it was. We both knew it was one of the best lesbian sex we have ever had in recent times.

I was fully satisfied and I could see a great satisfaction on her face, in her eyes.

We hugged each other once more on her door while leaving her home after giving and taking a wonderful lesbian sex pleasure.

I reached to my car and drove it towards my home thinking about two wonderful quickies I had that day. One I had in the morning, with my husband, and another one in the afternoon with Neeta.

I knew it very well that another full fucking session with my husband will be coming up in the evening when he returns home from his office …………. and I smiled on my sexy thought.

Julee

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The Master rises and revenge is so sweet.

*Author’s notes-Again this is mine. Do not copy, characters and events are mine. This story get gory, if you don’t like blood and guts, then I wouldn’t read past part 8. I don’t like murder, so don’t do it ladies and gents. This contains 3 different POV’s, it will tell when it changes. I hope you enjoy. There isn’t much sex in this part. This is more for your blood & guts thrill. There is a bit of sex, just not a lot. I hope you enjoy. This also gives more details about Daemon’s and Hunter’s. I’d recommend reading Chapters 1 & 2 if you haven’t already.*
This was already submitted on my account of the same name on literotica.com
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**…POV** = Point of View change.

Chapter 3

*Part 7*

“So this is how you deal with break up’s Shell? Killing things?” I say mockingly as I pull my dagger out of the last of the Daemons we were tracking, brushing the blood off onto my jeans. The reason we kill Daemon’s is because they consume human’s souls. Innocent human souls, at least the bad Daemon’s do. The good ones can survive by drinking the blood of other Daemon’s which is how I get by. Once we kill a Daemon, the souls they’ve consumed get freed, so it’s a win-win, bad guys die and you get to go to Heaven and party with your “God.”

“Oh shut up Damien.” I look at Shell and see her glaring at me. “You said you haven’t seen her at all in over a month right?” She nods sullenly. “What exactly happened Shell? Maybe I can help.” I see her eyes glaze over, and she puts a block around her mind so I can’t see her thoughts. “I don’t want to talk about it Damien.” She turns her back on me. “C’mon, there was still clan down by the wharf you said we’d check out.” I sigh and follow after her.

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“She won’t talk to you at all?”

I shake my head at Selene. “She absolutely refuses to, and I haven’t been able to get ahold of Val either.” I say sullenly as me and Selene lounge on the bed after a night of kinky fuckery. ‘The things I’ve learned about this girl…Damn.’

I’ve introduced her to my apartment. Something I’ve never done. I swallowed my pride and let her after she pestered me about it. All I could think of was her place and how crappy mine is. She took it gracefully. In fact, she seems to like it here better than there.

I trace patterns on her bare spine, enjoying the satin like feel of her skin. “Damien?”

I look down at Selene, concerned by the tone of her voice. She smiles at me. “I love you Damien.” I look at her shocked, and her smile fades slightly. All I can think of is the dream, I’ve had it multiple times since that night, its haunting me. ‘She…she loves me? How can she…?’

“Damien?” I feel her hand stroke my face. I focus on her face and smile. She gets on top of me, straddling my waist. She leans down and kisses me passionately. My hands go to her waist, while I feel my erection starting to grow again. I roll on top of her. She giggles as I plant kisses down her chest and belly. I look up at her wide violet eyes. “I love you too Selene.” I say surprising myself but knowing I mean the words. Her face lights up and she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

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*Part 8*

**Selene’s POV**

I walk out of Damien’s apartment building with a stupid smile plastered to my face. ‘He loves me.’ My mind keeps chanting it over and over. I just can’t believe it.

‘You think he loves you, he barely knows you…and your secrets.’ I sigh at my subconscious, of course she’s right, doesn’t mean I like it. But I don’t want to drag Damien into the dark world I inhabit. Being a Daemon hunter is dangerous, and I wouldn’t want to see him hurt.

I come from a long line of Hunter’s. The name Tuteur is a sign of that. It means “Guardian.” There are two different types of Daemon Hunters, those who just join to help the cause, being human’s who’ve learned about the existence of Daemons or Daemon’s who hate their natures. Some Daemon’s can retain their humanity when they’re turned, other than being born one, and only originals can give birth, the other way is to exchange blood with a Daemon. Some who turn resent it and they kill their creators, we normally step in then. The next are Bloodline Hunter’s. All Bloodline Hunter’s have a name to symbolize such. We’re also much more experienced, and have certain powers against Daemon’s or to help other Hunter’s. Me being a “Guardian” my affinity is for healing.

I smile to myself. ‘I won’t have to worry about telling him. I’ll figure out a way he’ll be safe.’ I turn down an alley taking the short way home when I hear Damien calling for me. I turn smiling towards him and see his face full of panic for a split second before I get hit from behind.

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**Damien’s POV**

I had to go after Selene. I noticed as she left my place she forgot her keys. I caught up with her as she went and turned down an alley. I noticed him before she did. A Daemon stalking her from above. It was too late when I finally get her attention, it bashes her skull. I sense, somehow, she’s still alive, and she’s still semi-conscious. I feel anger boil inside me, and I start to change into my half and half form. I pull the dagger from its sheath hidden on my person. If you wonder why I use a dagger, its lightweight, it’s good for hand to hand, and it’s made of silver. Daemons are allergic and it kills them if it pierces their heart and they take a while to heal when cut.

I run at the Daemon about to slash his throat with my dagger, planning to inflict as much pain as I can on him when he’s suddenly gone. I’m thrown off balance and fall forward. I roll over on my back and leap up, baring my fangs and keeping my dagger at the ready. A growl escapes from my throat.

“Good to see you again Damien.” The mystery man laughs.

“James.” I growl. “What the hell are you doing?” James is a Hunter like me, although sometimes unethical but doesn’t normally cause too much trouble, which is why I generally leave him alone.

“I thought I’d stop to see an old friend.” He says clapping his hands together. “And here you are, running right to me, like a lamb…to slaughter.” “What are you talking about James?” I ask at his cryptic message.

“I’ve been asked to bring you to the Master, so here I am.” He says while walking around to my right. “Master?” James smiles at me and shakes his head. “You’ll find out who he is soon enough Damien, no hard feelings, but you need to come with me.” He extends his hand to me. “Like hell I will.”

I lunge for his hand and he’s gone, I fall but roll back to my feet, keeping my weight center. I listen for him and get a split second warning before he attacks me, hitting my jaw, he grabs the front of my shirt, hanging me in the air. I see Selene and another Daemon holding her, his claws at her throat. ‘How didn’t I sense him?’

“That was easier than I thought.” He says. He places his other palm flat against my chest. I feel the energy start to leave me. I turn back into my human guise unwillingly “What…the hell?” I ask gasping as I feel a heat radiating from his hand. “Like it? The Powers are being woken back up, and you would know that if you weren’t a fucking pussy, trying to live as human, when you know you wanna release it, to feel yourself bathing in the blood of humans, consuming their souls. Being ruler of those little parasites. After all, Demkian. That’s how you used to live. Remember your dreams?”

‘ Demkian? Whose…And does he know about my dreams?’ He smiles at me, then seems to recede in himself slightly. “I must not speak of this, the Master must, to unlock…”

He looks up at me smiling. “You’ll know, all in good time.”

All too soon, my world goes dark.

*Part 9*

**Shelley’s POV**

I hurry to Damien’s apartment. I’ve had a weird feeling about him all day and it suddenly spiked around noon. I’m intuitive, you can call it being psychic. I’m not all seeing, but I get general feelings about things and right now I have a bad feeling concerning Damien…and Selene. I shudder even thinking her name. Damien asked me to keep an eye on her with my gift whenever he wasn’t with her, but even before he did I was watching for her. I feel guilty as hell, but I’m just so attracted to her.

Its night now. Calm and still. It adds to my unease as I come upon the building Damien lives in. I repeatedly call him getting no answer. Its unearthly quiet as I run up the stairs of his apartment and find his door unlocked. I cautiously enter grabbing my crossbow slung across my back, and load it with a silver arrow. “Damien?” I call but get no answer. I walk through the door and it slams behind me. I spin around, aiming my bow and the intruder’s heart and receive a shock.

It’s Val.

I drop my guard, the crossbow clatters to the ground. “Va-Val, what are you doing here?” I stammer. “I’ve been waiting for you here ever since Master took Demkian, I thought you’d try to look for him here.” She smiles at me maliciously and I notice fangs. My mind goes blank as I register her aura. ‘She’s…’

Val walks towards me and I can’t move. “Surprised?” I stare at her. “What, what have you done Val?”

“I was so hurt when you called out that’s slut’s name when I was eating you, I wanted to teach you a lesson. Master heard my pleas and took pity on me. He turned me and explained everything to me. That Damien is a traitorous filthy half breed, and that you hunt our kind with him.” I shake my head in denial. ‘No, no it can’t be possible.’ I feel a tingling sensation around my wrists and ankles and I’m suddenly spread eagled in mid-air. “Now, I’m goin to hunt you. He’s giving me my revenge, while also getting rid of a nuisance for him. I’m going to show you how well I can eat you out now baby.”

She walks over to me and grabs my jaw, her claws digging into my face causing me to bleed. She crushes her mouth against mine, biting my lip, her fangs going through my flesh. I cry out in pain, I feel the blood running into my mouth and down, soaking into my shirt. “Are you going to take my soul?” I slur at her. She smiles at me. “Not until your about to die, and I plan to cause as much pain as possible first.”

She drags her left hand down my blouse ripping it off me in tatters. My bra goes with it. “I always did like your boobs. So firm but so soft.” She places her mouth against my right nipple grabbing it between her teeth and lightly nipping. I can’t suppress my moan of pleasure as she sucks it into her mouth and runs her tongue in slow torturous circles. I arch my back, getting more of my breast into her mouth. She pulls back and smiles. “Thinking about Selene.” I stare at her. “N-no.”

“Liar! You’re nothing but a fucking slut!” She screams and slashes at my breasts. I scream and I look down at my chest horrified. My right breast is mangled, my left is still intact but splattered with blood. My bleeding is slow and I look at her and see her smiling. “The things Daemon saliva can do. Did you know it can act like a coagulant? It would take forever for you to bleed out, but you still feel all the pain, and you’ll be very weak.” She runs her tongue around my mangled breast, lapping up the blood. She pulls away slightly, letting me see her face, its covered in my blood.

A hysterical scream bursts through. She just laughs at me. “Scream all you want baby, no one will hear you.” She starts to lick around my left nipple. I struggle to get away but fail. Her hand shoots up and grabs my right boob and rakes her nails down it, ruining it more, making me scream louder. I feel her teeth sink into my left. I feel her jerk her head side to side. Her hand digging into my right even more, I feel her claws touching my ribs. Then with a hard wrench she pulls her head back with half of my breast in her mouth.

My screams become hoarse as she spits it onto the ground licking the blood from her lips. “Oh baby, you’ve always tasted good, but damn, now you taste fucking fantastic. I think I’m getting addicted. ” I groan as she pulls my pants off me. “No panties like always I see.” She gets on her knees in front of me and brings her bloody mouth to my pussy. I have no strength to fight anymore, but I try to call for help.

Her tongue draws circles around my clit, then dips into my pussy. Her tongue goes in farther then in ever did before, touching my cervix. I dont know how, but somehow im getting so turned on. even through the torture I was getting wet.

She goes back to suckling my clit. I moan and start to thrust against her face. She digs her claws into my pussy lips, somehow enticing me even more. She starts to get rough with my clit.

All of a sudden she bites down on my clit, one of her fangs piercing it. I scream in pain, as loud as I can muster. “Oh baby, I thought you always liked that. And when I used to do this.” She jams her clawed finger into my cunt. I feel it slicing away at everything it comes in contact with, I feel more fingers enter me, cutting me to ribbons as she does. She’s so far in, she starts to tug on my womb with her nails.

I feel blood running down my legs, creating a pool onto the floor. She yanks her hand out of me as she rips out my womb. “Never had much use for this did you?” she taunts me. She brings her mouth back to my pussy, drinking in my blood.

“Please…stop, Valerie. Please.” I know it won’t help, but I can’t help it. “I love you.” She shoots to her feet and glares at me, her eyes blazing. “Love me? You don’t fucking love me? You’re nothing but a damn whore. And you’re going to die like a dog!” She rips her claws across my belly. I see my intestines and blood spilling out from the large gash, but I have this out of body feeling. I know it’s me, but it seems like it’s happening to someone else. I feel her dragging her nails and biting at every inch of my body now, I know nothing but pain. I hear a loud snap and a ripping sound and I can no longer feel my right arm. The same thing happens below me to both my legs.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I keep repeating it as she rips me apart. “SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She shouts maniacally. I continue apologizing over and over. Not hearing what she says, it’s no longer Valerie, just a demon in her place. I’m mourning for Val. ‘This is my fault, I did this to her. ‘

Her fangs start to tear at my throat, I feel my lungs slowly filling with blood, my “sorry’s” getting incoherent and gurgling off but I still mouth them. She looks at me, she’s completely lost her mind. She looks wild. I notice a strange ring of red around her flaming blue Daemon eyes. ‘What is that?’ A disjointed, coherent part if my mind wonders, although I ignore it and I keep mouthing sorry.

She notices my mouthed apologies and takes her nails and runs them on either side of my face splitting my cheeks. My jaw flops down useless as she cuts the tendons. I see her need to finish this growing. I won’t be alive much longer. I’m in pieces now. Gutted and my limbs are strewn throughout the living room, my blood splatters the walls and floor. Val is covered in it.

She comes close to me, her eyes blazing blue, the red ring getting thicker, and I feel my consciousness start to leave me. I start to merge with her. ‘My soul, she’s taking my soul.’ I’ve no strength to fight, and everything turns black.

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I wake up after what seems like hours my mind sluggish. I feel my arms moving, and feels like I’m holding something. I feel strong again, stronger then I’ve ever felt. I try to open my eyes and realize they’re already open. I focus on what in looking at and receive a shock. It’s me, my face, emaciated and covered in blood. The I remember Val, I’m inside Val. How can I still be aware, I sense no other souls within her that are conscious. I look back through her eyes. She’s holding my head, sobbing uncontrollably. I hear her apologies. I feel sadness. ‘Val.’

She stops suddenly. “Shell?” I feel my/Val’s mouth move. ‘Did she hear me?’ I feel excitement. “I-I hear you. Shell. I can hear you.”

**Feedback is appreciated, I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter 4 and 5 are submitted. And I promise, it will contain more sex than this one did.*

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Elizabeth said, “I’ll go first.” She threw the dice high into the air and let them land on the blankets. Sidney looked at them and read the results. “Lick Mouth,” she told Elizabeth.

Instead of saying anything, Elizabeth dove onto Sidney and pinned her to the bed. She laid down on top of Sidney, pressing their boobs together and grinding pussy to pussy, mixing their fluids. She started at Sidney’s chin and licked it slowly. She moved up to her lips and stopped briefly for a kiss before moving on. She moved on to Sidney’s cheeks and moved her tongue in circles. Sidney found it to feel much like a massage. Elizabeth’s hot breath fell on her face, and Sidney smelled peppermint. Elizabeth dragged her tongue across Sidney’s forehead, brushing hair out of her way. As she sat up, she gave Sidney’s nipple a tweak. Smiling, she said, “I just couldn’t resist.”

Sidney was about to throw the dice in the air when she got an idea. “Hey,” she said with a suggestive undertone in her voice, “how would you feel about a bit of background noise?”

Elizabeth nodded. “I’d love it.”

“Great.” Sidney got off the bed and moved to her sock drawer. She pulled out ‘Jackie Cummings Solo 5’. She held it up, showing Elizabeth the cover. “A classic.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement. Sidney slipped it into the DVD player and as soon as Jackie’s body lit up the screen Sidney moved back to the bed and rolled the dice. They rolled across the bed and bounced off the pillows. Elizabeth read them. “Fondle Breasts. Well, get going.” She slapped her tits softly, shaking them. Sidney laughed, “Oh, you fucker,” and crawled over to Elizabeth.

She took hold of Elizabeth’s shoulders and maneuvered her so she was standing on her knees, straight in the air. Sidney moved behind her and took a breast in each hand. She pulled back, knocking Elizabeth over so she was lying on top of Sidney, and Sidney began to jiggle her hands, sending shakes through Elizabeth’s tits. Sidney said aloud, “How long do you want me to do this, hot stuff?”

Elizabeth propositioned, “Five minutes sound good?” Sidney nodded, and Elizabeth set her gave on the TV screen. Jackie was still showing off her assets to the viewers, flaunting her bare tit’s and thinly covered pussy, concealed only be a black thong that rode low, showing a neatly trimmed V of pubic hair right over her pussy. Elizabeth began to lightly finger herself, just using one finger, not wanting to orgasm without help from Sidney, her lover for the night.

Sidney was softly pinching Elizabeth’s nipples, if such a thing as a soft pinch existed. She gingerly moved the erect nipples between her index fingers and thumbs as if she was playing mini violins. Elizabeth sighed. “I think that’s five minutes.”

She sat up and took hold of the dice. She shook them briefly in her hand, and playfully tossed them at Sidney. They landed on the bed and Sidney announced what her poison would be for the next few minutes. “Fondle Ass.” She turned around and stuck her ass up in the air, shaking it in Elizabeth’s face.
Elizabeth grabbed her cheeks and spread them, getting a nice look at Sidney’s still-tight asshole and pretty bald pussy. “Mmm,” she said, but consented to just knead Sidney’s ass for the next five minutes. Her fingers worked their magic on Sidney’s ass, and Sidney closed her eyes and rested her head on the bed for a few minutes, taking the time to relax. She had a feeling that she would be getting quite the workout that day and late into the night.

Too soon, she felt, it was Sidney’s turn. On a whim, she placed the dice just a few centimeters inside her pussy and pushed, so they popped out and spun on the bed. Elizabeth read, “Jackpot! You rolled the 69 side! I don’t give a fuck, I’m eating your sweet kitten until you come in my face. C’mere.” Sidney took her position on top of Elizabeth’s supine form and without further ado, they both dove into each other’s pussies, racing to see who could make the other come faster.

Sidney began with a simple tactic best described as ‘storming the trench’. She licked Elizabeth’s tasty twat from clit to asshole as fast as she could, almost headbanging over her vagina. She switched to tonguing, shoving her tongue into Elizabeth’s eager pussy, twisting it around and around, sending shivers of pleasure to Elizabeth’s brain. At random intervals she would pull out and press her tongue directly on Elizabeth’s clit for an extra boost of climax inducing bliss.

Elizabeth decided to take hold of Sidney’s clit and labia and suck on them, stretching them out and letting them spring back to her body with a satisfying smacking noise. The pounding started to induce Sidney’s body to lean forward as Elizabeth sucked back. Elizabeth decided that moving a few fingers wouldn’t hurt, so she put her index and middle fingers into Sidney’s pussy palm down. She started bending them at second knuckle, as if she was beckoning Sidney towards orgasm. She slid her other hand’s middle finger into Sidney’s ass and pistoned it back and forth at an astonishing rate.

This was too much for Sidney and she came hard, squirting juices onto Elizabeth’s face, and Elizabeth eagerly opened her mouth, swallowing as much of the sweet juice as she could. Sidney’s arms gave out, and her head fell directly into Elizabeth’s pussy, burying her tongue up to the hilt in Elizabeth’s wet pussy. Her teeth rubbed over Elizabeth’s clit, providing the extra stimulation that sent her too over the edge, falling down into the metaphorical canyon of cumming. And cum she did, filling Sidney’s mouth with warm juices. The volume caught Sidney off guard and she coughed, sending some of the liquid out of her nose. Elizabeth saw, and laughed.

When their shaking had died down, Sidney moved so she was on her side next to her, one arm wormed behind Elizabeth’s neck, the other draped just under her breasts, hugging Elizabeth loosely. The two of them fell asleep, recuperating from an early morning fuckfest.

When they woke up, Sidney moved groggily to the kitchen and fixed some oatmeal for the two of them, with a glass each of box wine, which Sidney saved for special occasions. Elizabeth took a spoonful and stared at it. “Is this the oatmeal with dinosaur eggs in it?” Sidney nodded and took a sip of wine. “What about it?”

Elizabeth let out one of her charming laughs. She took a big bite of the oatmeal and poured herself another glass of the wine.

When the two of them finished their somewhat unmatched meal, Elizabeth walked over to her bag and pulled out a glittering blue thong and slipped it on. She also grabbed two matching stars and stuck them over her nipples. “Just sit, and enjoy,” she said to Sidney. Elizabeth gave a spin, showing off her tits and ass, rubbing her neck and thigh. Sidney decided that another glass of wine would go well with the performance.

Elizabeth walked over to Sidney’s chair and straddled it, hovering the thong just an inch over Sidney’s pussy, bouncing her tits just as close to Sidney’s face. “I’ll bet you’d like to suck these, wouldn’t you, you dirty girl,” she teased, giving Sidney some of the dirty talk. She turned around and grinded her ass against Sidney’s pussy.

“You’re such a slut, you filthy whore. Grind on me. You want my pussy, I know it. Say it!” Sidney returned the dirty talk in kind, turning Elizabeth’s dance into a nice little roleplay scenario.
Elizabeth moaned, “Aah, I’m such a whore, I do, I want your pussy. I just want to bury my face in it and drink from your fountain. It… entices me.”

Sidney was getting ideas. “You dirty bitch, I better clean you off.” She took hold of Elizabeth’s hand and led her to the bathroom. She sat her down on the counter and ran a bath. As the water warmed up, Sidney pulled off the nipple stars and played the nipple violins a bit vigorously, giving Elizabeth a bit of a pinch. She took hold of the thong in her teeth and pulled it down, watching Elizabeth’s pussy pass in front of her eyes. She let it fall to Elizabeth’s ankles and stood close to Elizabeth, on hand on the small of her back, one hand pressing against her mound, applying pressure. She whispered into Elizabeth’s ear, “I want your dirty; I want to be dirty too.”

Elizabeth responded by shoving her tongue into Sidney’s mouth.

The water filled up the tub and Sidney sat laid down on the bottom. Elizabeth moved in and straddled her abdomen. She took hold of Sidney’s breast, which were underwater, and kneaded them like she had down with her ass. Sidney moaned and pulled one of Elizabeth’s hands towards her mouth and sucked on her fingers, just reveling in the erotic nature of the bathroom. Elizabeth stood up and got out of the tub. “Wait here,” she said, and walked out of the room. She returned with four thick candles. She set them around the room and lit them. She turned off the lights and returned to the tub.

“Isn’t this… romantic? A part of me just wants this moment forever. I want to give you something.” She slid back and positioned her hands side by side at the entrance of Sidney’s delight channel. “You know what’s next, don’t you.” Sidney nodded, biting her lip in anticipation. Elizabeth started out with one hand at a time, sliding her finger in up to the base before completely withdrawing it and switching hands.

This proceeded for maybe five minutes in the flickering candlelight and Sidney’s breath was coming in short breaths.”Up to eleven,” Elizabeth muttered to herself. She began to speed up her pace, pushing in and pulling on hand in and repeating the motion with the other in just under a second. The water bubbled over her hands, and Sidney cried out. The water around Elizabeth’s hands became warm as Sidney’s love liquor spurted out of her pussy. Sidney didn’t form any coherent words, just one long “uhnnng!”. All throughout the orgasm Elizabeth didn’t pull out or even slow her pace, and she only did so when Sidney stopped wriggling.

Her first words summed up her feelings about Elizabeth’s fingerfucking prowess. “Holy fucking shit! That was up in my top five orgasms for sure. Sweet Christ, no one else could have done that,”
Elizabeth smiled and blew Sidney a kiss. “Grazie, grazie.”

Sidney drained the tub and was dried off by Elizabeth in the candlelight. Sidney suggested a bit of recuperation time. “Want to watch a movie?”
Elizabeth questioned, “What movie?”

“Mine.” Sidney skipped into the bedroom, followed by Elizabeth. Sidney loaded the blank DVD into the TV and sat back on the bed. “Just enjoy. No touching or fondling, I just want to relax.” Seeing Elizabeth’s crestfallen expression, she relented. “Okay, maybe a bit of light petting. I’m too tired for penetration, so take it easy.”

Elizabeth moved behind Sidney and began to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders as the DVD spun into action. She massaged Sidney’s shoulders while watching her antics onscreen. Sidney just relaxed and allowed any remaining tension to be gently worked out of her body. She began to fondle her own breasts, not pinching or pulling, just rolling them around in a way that complemented the massage.
About the time that Sidney was sharing a glass of milk with Lady Jacqueline, Sidney and Elizabeth switched places, so that Sidney was moving her hands across Elizabeth’s back. “Do you think I could make some of that?” Elizabeth asked.

“Let’s see.” Sidney moved her arms around Elizabeth and grabbed hold of her breasts. She moved her hands forward, squeezing her tits. She stopped just behind Elizabeth’s nipples and squeezed down and forward. Nothing happened. Sidney tried again, to no effect. “I don’t think anything’s coming out, baby,” Sidney said.
“I’m not giving up that easily. Move around front here.” Sidney kneeled in front of Elizabeth. “Now, repeat that motion while sucking. Maybe you need to give the extra push, or pull in this case.” Sidney placed her mouth around Elizabeth’s erect nipples and tried to squeeze the milk out of one with both hands while sucking as hard as she could. Soon, a warm liquid filled her mouth, thick and creamy. She swallowed a few mouthfuls before rising to kiss Elizabeth.

She forced some of the milk into Elizabeth’s mouth, who drank it without hesitation. They shared several mouthfuls until her tit ran dry. Sidney ran to the kitchen and grabbe a cup. She spit each mouthful from the other breast into the cup until it was full to the brim, and swallowed the last few herself. She held the cup over head and gave it to Elizabeth. “I want to see you pour this on your tits while I cum on the screen.”

Elizabeth looked to TV and saw that Sidney was being dropped onto the dildo for the last time. She poured the milk over her tits as Sidney’s screams poured out from the speakers.

Sidney looked up at Elizabeth, peering over her dripping tits. “That was impressive.”

Elizabeth leaned back. “I’m exhausted. How about you clean me up?” Sidney moved up and buried her face between Elizabeth’s tits, sucking up any pools of milk that hadn’t splashed off. After a thorough cleansing, Elizabeth and Sidney fell asleep again, their curvaceous bodies entwined on Sidney’s bed.

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“You keep reminding me, another man is a threat, another woman is entertainment. With most of the men we have had or shared, you were the threat when they sighted your thick, nine-inch erection. And you were the entertainment for most of the women we have had or shared.”

“Would you like me to organize some entertainment with another woman, some sexual entertainment with another woman for both of us, not just you? And be comfortable sharing me with Carmel next Sunday?,” my lady Sarah asked me as she showed me some pics of her on her tablet.

Carmel is a little younger than us, brunette hair slicked back, leather slacks, black cotton shirt with only the bottom button fastened, gorgeous cleavage.

“Do I have a choice?,” I teased, already aroused at the thought of sharing my lady with a bi-sex woman, or was it sharing a bi-sex woman with my lady. “How did you meet her?”

“We were trying on clothes at the same boutique and sharing the same change room. Incredible chemistry as we looked at each other’s almost naked bodies, then naked bodies as we flaunted our bodies for each other.

“Coffee afterwards when we compared notes, just as I thought and hoped she is bisexual. Lots of important questions, relationship status, how old, star sign, do you wax or shave? I told her you take care of my pubes every Sunday morning. I was impressed when she recognised the Helmut Newton look his models preferred.

“You wear that look well Sarah, incredibly sexy, an instant turn on for me she told me. I was smiling and thinking of you when she told me I had a magnificent ass, beautifully proportioned, no dimples as she ran a hand over it. And fantasising about her watching you worshiping my ass. Alternately you watching her, worshiping my ass.

“How do I like being seduced? I love being licked and teased I told her. When was the last time you fucked your man? Is he well hung? Doe’s he tongue fuck you? Would he be comfortable sharing you with me? I was very pleased when she accepted my invitation for next Sunday. I explained our rules, oral sex / outer sex only, no fucking, though you and I might fuck.”

“What did you tell her when she asked if I was well hung?”

“I teased her by asking her what she considered well hung. She told me anything past seven and a half inches. I took great delight in showing her some pics of you on my phone. I asked her to add twenty per cent to seven and a half inches. “Yes, nine-inches and thick.”

Sarah, is of French descent, in her mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. Her body is still good, both sexes love her thighs, magnificent ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models preferred. Or was it his preference? Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.

She has a high sex drive, very high. She loves reminding me. “I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked and teased by both sexes,” She lost all her inhibitions between her second and third husbands and she loves having sex with an audience. And she really does enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension

She has a tacit agreement with me that she can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, ‘you can watch and masturbate’ she told me. If the second man wants to blow me, she loves to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

We quickly moved beyond those rules and now have a third or fourth person on an irregular basis: Sunday afternoon is our preferred time, what better way to spend an afternoon?

“I met Carmel for coffee this morning, she really is a very exciting woman,” Sarah told me later on the Friday. “We were dressed to impress and had our hands all over each other while we confirmed our arrangements for this Sunday. She was holding my hands when she asked me how long I had been bi.

I told her I had been bi-curious since I was around twenty, the same age I realised I love being licked and teased by a man. She was holding on to my every word when I told her it was only a few years ago when you set up my first lesbian experience.

“She asked did you watch? He did, an absolute buzz for all of us. That was an epiphany moment for me, a moment of sudden and great revelation and realization, From that day I relish being bi. I was pleased when she asked if you were threatened by another woman. It gave me the opportunity to explain to her we enjoy three-ways.”

Just before three on the Sunday, Sarah smiled, “You keep reminding me another woman is entertainment. Will you be comfortable sharing me with Carmel? Would you like to be part of the entertainment?” We were both naked as she oiled my torso, before I put on a low cut pair of jeans, so low my trimmed pubes were obvious, as was the outline of my cock.

“What do you think, this dress or that one?,” she asked as she tried on a short, backless, black dress. Moments before I had watched her put on an incredibly sexy black garter belt and fastened her seamless, black stockings to it. “Your body was made for that look, lots of wonderful, creamy thigh between the stockings and garter belt, and your trimmed black pubes are an exciting contrast your blond hairdo.

“Very exciting,” I told her as I knelt and kissed and licked her cunt lips. “And your magnificent big ass, is to die for,” I whispered as I licked and kissed each of her ass cheeks in turn while she clenched them for me.

“Have I turned you on? Have I given you an erection?,” she asked rhetorically. “Will you be comfortable watching another woman kissing and licking my cunt lips, tongue fucking me? And worshiping my big ass?”

“Yes, to all three questions Sarah. You know I love to watch a third person giving you sexual pleasure, female or male.”

When Carmel arrived I was pleased she was wearing the same outfit she had in her pics, stiletto heels, brunette hair slicked back, tight leather slacks, and a black cotton shirt with only the bottom button fastened, gorgeous cleavage.

She and Sarah kissed with the tips of their tongues before Carmel and I did the same. “Wow, this promises to be exciting,” she whispered as she ran a hand over my obviously engorged cock under my tight jeans and the other hand over my naked chest.

Carmel quickly took the initiative, “I have wanted to have you Sarah, lick your naked body all over, worship your magnificent big ass and tongue fuck you ever since you flaunted your naked body for me. And now I have met your man I will be very comfortable if he wants to join in. And disappointed if he doesn’t.”

“Your ass in that garter belt is magnificent Sarah, how do you manage to keep it in such good shape?,” Carmel whispered after she kissed Sarah’s bare back and dropped her dress to her ankles. “Can I lick and kiss it?”

“No need to ask, your pleasure our my pleasure.”

“Enjoy baby, your turn on is my turn on,” I told Sarah as we kissed with just the tips of our tongues, no other contact, while Carmel had her hands on Sarah’s hips as she licked and kissed her ass cheeks.

“Have we turned you on? Have we given you an erection?,” she asked me rhetorically.

“An absolute boner,” I replied as Sarah turned around to face Carmel. They were passionately tongue kissing with the tips of their tongues as Sarah undressed Carmel. Leather slacks first, then her sexy black thong, leaving her with just her black cotton shirt with only the bottom button fastened, to flaunt her gorgeous cleavage.

“I love a woman with a good pair of tits,” Sarah told her as she opened Carmel’s blouse and licked and sucked her nipples. “I have wanted to lick and suck your glorious big tits since the moment you flaunted them for me.”

“And I wanted you to Sarah, even more exciting with your man watching.

“You are very photogenic Sarah,” Carmel told her as she admired the naked pics of her on the walls, then some of us naked together as we moved to our bedroom.

Sarah was on her back on our day bed, as Carmel slid a pillow under her ass. A wonderful erotic vibe while Sarah and I were kissing with the tips of our tongues when Carmel told her, “After I lick and suck your nipples I am going to tongue fuck you. “I want your man to keep on licking and sucking your nipples while I tongue fuck you. And I want him naked.”

“Oh fuck, Sarah told me you were hung, nine-inches and thick, wonderful eye candy for me,” Carmel smiled as I posed hands on hips for her – and my lady. My voyeuristic streak loves to watch my lady soaking up sexual pleasure from a third person, male or female, and her exhibitionist streak loves me watching her and enjoying with a boner.

“Keep on licking and sucking her nipples while I prepare to tongue fuck her,” Carmel told me as she licked the inside of the gorgeous thigh Sarah had pointing to the ceiling.

Carmel had her arms wrapped around Sarah’s thighs as Sarah moaned, “Oh fuck, so good,” as I licked her nipples at the exact same moment as Carmel’s tongue found her engorged clit. In less than a minute, as she always does when sexually aroused, she was moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” while I teased the tip of her engorged nipples with just the tip of my tongue

“You are a horny babe Sarah, a very horny babe, and multi orgasmic. I thought you might be,” Carmel managed to whisper. “And I hoped you would be for me, I love nothing more than fucking a woman with my tongue while her man watches and enjoys without being jealous.

“Do you want me to keep tongue fucking you Sarah, do you, tell me,” Carmel teased as Sarah pushed her head, lips and tongue into her wet cunt lips.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she moaned as she orgasmed again. “Do I have your permission to give my man a blow job while you keep on tongue fucking me?,” Sarah teased intent on raising the level of eroticism.

“No need to ask, I hoped you would, your pleasure is my pleasure.”

The two women had incredible sexual chemistry while I watched them enjoying their lesbian sex, my hands on my hips, sliding my erection in a fucking motion between Sarah’s pursued lips, our only contact, as Carmel kept on tongue fucking her.

“You are a sex machine Sarah,” Carmel whispered as she slid a finger into her cunt lips while she focused on my erection between Sarah’s lips. “Would you like me to stimulate your g-spot? Like this? Two fingers? I want you to squirt for me while I watch you sucking your man’s rock hard erection.

“Tell me again what you you want me to do for you?,” Sarah teased, right on the edge. I know her so well; I have taken her to brink many times, I could sense she was about to orgasm and squirt.

“That was so good Sarah, incredible, I wish I could squirt like you, will you teach me?” Carmel smiled as the three of us showered together thirty minutes later, my hands on both of their asses.

“We have unfinished business, would you like me to commence teaching you now?,” Sarah asked as she and Carmel kissed with the tips of their tongues. Would you like a pillow under your ass? Would you like to suck my man’s erection while I tongue fuck you? Now relax and enjoy.”

“Roger keeps reminding me, another man is a threat, another woman is entertainment, you can entertain us any time you like,” Sarah told Carmel as she was leaving.

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