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The futa has fun cuckolding the imam and enjoying both his wives!

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Arab Passion

Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam’s Wives

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

July 24th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

My nightgown did nothing to hide my futa-cock throbbing hard as I swept through my new living room. I hadn’t had a chance to notice any bit of the house. It had a cheerful look to it, decorated with colorful blankets on the furniture and photos in gold frames on the wall. Sitting around a low, glass table was my new wife, Wahida, and two other women. All three had their hijabs off, their black hair exposed.

They were sipping tea as they stared at me. Wahida had a smile playing on her lips. I had made such sweet love to her last night while our husband watched and rubbed his little cock. It was so exciting being in this marriage.

I was the first futa, one of the thousands and thousands of daughters of Becky Woodward, to come to the Middle East and show the Arab world they could embrace us. I had converted to Islam and married Talib Alfarsi so he could have the pleasure of watching me fuck his wife and join in the fun.

We shared Wahida. She had experienced such rapture last night. Possibly, her first orgasm. Certainly the first time anyone had gone down on her juicy pussy. It was wild. We had such a delicious time. However, my long flight from America had worn me out, and I had fallen asleep after cumming in her pussy.

“Good morning,” I said in English. “Allah be with you.”

“It’s nearly noon,” said Wahida. “Talib said to let you sleep in after your long journey.”

“From America?” the older woman who had joined my wife said.

“Indeed,” I said, coming to join them. “You are Rizwana, yes?”

The mature woman nodded, her cheeks smooth and with all the beauty her years had given her. She was more than a handsome woman. She must have been breathtaking when she was my age, eighteen. She was Imam Hoosam Karimi’s first wife. I had met her last night at my wedding at her husband’s mosque.

“And you are…” I frowned at the younger woman. She was the imam’s second wife.

A naughty gleam twinkled in her eyes as she stared at me. She licked her lips and shifted on the floor. “I am Fahima,” she said. “Allah’s blessings be upon you, Nova.”

I smiled as I sat down beside my wife, my futa-dick throbbing.

“Perhaps we should be going,” said Rizwana. “Your new wife is awake, Wahida. I am sure you two have much… to discuss.”

“To get to know each other?” I asked, grinning at them. “We did plenty of that last time, didn’t we, my love?”

Wahida’s dusky cheeks darkened. She quickly sipped her tea, squirming.

I left, wicked and wild. “She was more virginal than I was last night.”

“Did you and her really…?” asked Fahima. She leaned in, her tongue flicking across her plump lips.

“That is there business,” said the older woman as she rose. “Come along, Fahima. Let’s give them some privacy. What they do is between them, their husband, and Allah. She is his divine gift. How she wishes to… love Wahida is there business.”

“Do you think our husband will marry a futa?” asked Fahima as she rose, grabbing her colorful hijab and draping the headscarf over her hair.

“Perhaps,” Rizwana said. “Perhaps not. That is his decision.”

“I do hope more my sisters come to Saudi Arabia,” I said. “And if not, well, at least I am here. One miracle of Allah to grace your country.”

Fahima glanced at me and her cheeks darkened. She was such a beauty. My futa-dick throbbed even harder as I watched the two leave. They vanished out of the living room in their heavy dresses, hiding any hint of what they might look like beneath their clothes.

I ached to find out.

“You are a naughty one,” Wahida said, “coming out here with that hard cock thrusting against the folds.”

“I can’t help it that I’m horny,” I said, my hand running through her fine, black hair. It was like silk. It was a wonder to enjoy.

She smiled at me. “Right. You heard the sound of women, and that was enough to get a rise out of you. I have heard of you futas. All horny, wanton things.”

I winked at her.

She grabbed my blonde hair. She was definitely less shy than last night. I shuddered as she pulled me to her lips. I kissed her with hunger. My mouth melted against hers, loving the feel of her against me. She groaned, our lips sealing tight. This wicked heat flowed through me as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feel of her. I loved her boldness as her tongue dueled with mine.

I moaned, our tongue dancing and caressing each other. She tasted so good. I whimpered as her hand found my hardon. She gripped me through my thin nightgown, stroking me. Her thumb rubbed across the pinnacle of my breasts. My dick throbbed, my pussy drinking in the tingles.

She broke our kiss. “You are bleeding through.”

“Huh?” I panted as her thumb kept massaging my cock’s crown.

“Your juices are bleeding through. Cock juices.”

“Precum,” I said. I grinned at her. “What do you expect would happen when you touch me like that?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “It’s like your cock is begging me to drink those juices. Your precum.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said, leaning back onto my elbows, my legs stretching out beneath the low table.

She released my cock and dragged my nightgown up my thighs. I trembled, my body shaking. My futa-dick throbbed as my Arab wife unveiled more and more of my pale legs. The hem went higher and higher. She exposed my thighs.

Then she revealed my cock thrusting from my blonde bush.

My clit-dick sprang out, thrusting up long and hard from the folds of my pussy. My cock, swollen dark with my passion, twitched with my heartbeat. She licked her lips as she leaned her head down.

I grabbed her black hair, sweeping it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face. She was only a few years older than me, her skin a lovely shade of dusky tan. Her lips were plump and wet. They came closer and closer to my cock.

“You make me so wanton,” she said. “You futas are invigorating. I see why Allah made you.”

“Yes, yes, to give pleasure to women like you.”

She smiled at me, pausing in her descent. “You gave me more pleasure than I had in all my life. You made Talib give it to me, too. You are amazing, Nova. I am thankful Allah sent you to us.”

Her head darted down the rest of the way. Her mouth engulfed my futa-dick.

I groaned, my dick throbbing while my thoughts went to that delicious Fahima. The gleam in her eyes. She wanted me. The imam’s wife wanted to enjoy a futa’s passion. I bet she would be wild once I stripped her out of her dress.

Wahida’s hungry mouth slid up and down my girl-cock. My new wife gave me such a treat. I gripped her hair, watching her cheeks hollow as I pictured Fahima in my place. To cuckold not just my husband while I lived here, but an imam…

“Oh, yes, yes, I am so glad Allah sent me here, too,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that. You’re perfect. You’re making me so happy, Wahida.”

She sucked on my girl-dick. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled out, soaking my bush. My tart passion perfumed the air, rising over the scent of sandalwood incense. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as she sucked and loved my girl-dick.

Her tongue danced around my crown while Fahima filled my thoughts. I shuddered, my toes curling. My cunt clenched. The pleasure built and built in me. That need to cum. That explosive, building pressure that grew and grew in the depths of my cunt. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To flooding Wahida’s hungry mouth with my futa-cum.

It was incredible to enjoy. This wicked delight shot through me. I wanted to enjoy Fahima the same way I could enjoy Wahida. I was an ambassador to the Arab people. To their women. I had to be like my futa-mother.

I had to enjoy as many of them as I could.

“Wahida, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Ooh, you’re incredible. I love you.”

She sucked with such passion. My pussy clenched. My ovaries brimmed with cum. I would fire so much into her mouth. I would flood her. She would be drowning in my futa-cum for the rest of the day. Just reveling in it.

I smiled at her as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue was nimble, dancing, pleasing me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes glassy. My cunt clenched. This wild heat rippled through me.

I gasped at the feel of her hand sweeping up my thigh.

“Ooh, yes, yes, finger my twat as you blow me,” I moaned. “You’re such a naughty wife.”

She sucked with delight. Her delicious fingers swept up my inner thigh and brushed the curls of my pussy. Then she was brushing over my vulva until she stroked my pussy lips directly. I gasped at her hot touch. My breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown as she stroked my labia.

She penetrated me.

“Wahida!” I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing in her mouth.

She sucked with hunger on my shaft. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the heat surging out of me. This wicked, wild, wanton passion built and built in me. She fingered my twat with her delicious fingers. She caressed my hot flesh, teasing me.

I wanted to just explode. To erupt and spurt my cum into her hungry mouth. I loved her. It was an experience to enjoy. A wild passion that would have me gasping and moaning. Her fingers pumped in and out of me. She stirred me up to a froth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing.”

She moaned around my cock.

Her hungry suckles had my dick throbbing and aching. I panted, my nipples tingling. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and ripped it off. My blonde hair bounced around my face while my tits were exposed. She stared up at them as she blew me.

She moaned, her fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I loved the feel of her digits reaming in and out of my twat. She gave me such a treat. Such passion to enjoy. This dizzying heat danced around me. I shuddered, my teeth grinding together as the passion built and built in me.

“Ooh, yes, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it. Come on, just work those fingers in and out of me. Oh, damn, you feel amazing.”

She moaned about my cock. She sucked on me with hunger. Her head bobbed up and down on my girth. It was incredible to enjoy. A wild passion. My pussy squeezed down on those fingers. I gripped them with my cunt.

The friction and her sucking mouth set me off.

“Wahida!” I moaned.

My futa-cock erupted.

My pussy convulsed around her fingers.

Hot cum spurted out of my dick and into her hungry mouth. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded out of me. I erupted into her. My cum spurted again and again. It was incredible. I groaned, trembling on the floor.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cum. “Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing. An angel!”

Her fingers jammed deep into my spasming pussy. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt and fired from my girl-dick. I swayed. My eyes burst with stars. They flashed across my vision as I shuddered on the floor.

I panted and groaned as the final blast of my cum fired into her mouth.

“Oh, Wahida,” I moaned as she sucked out all of my girl-spunk. Her mouth popped off my dick. “That was incredible.”

“Mmm,” she purred as she looked up at me. Cum dribbled on her lips. “Yes, it was.”

She kissed me with hunger, letting me taste the exciting, salty flavor of my jizz. I loved it, melting into her kiss while I thought of Fahima and that naughty twinkle in her eyes. I had to enjoy her. Seduce her.

I had to experience more Arab delights.

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July 25th, 2038

The next day, I arrived at the imam’s house with a jar of candied figs to give as a thank you gift. I stepped out of my self-driven Uber. There wasn’t a driver, the car just navigating the city of Riyadh all on its own. It was perfect when your husband didn’t have a spare car.

I shuddered as I came up to the door. I remembered arriving at this house for my wedding two days ago. I smiled, my headscarf wrapped covering my hair and swaddled about my face. I doubt anyone walking by on the streets realized I was the only futa in Saudi Arabia.

The door opened, and I grinned at the sight of Fahima.

“Oh, Nova,” she said in her accented English. “What a wonderful surprise. Come in. Come in.”

“Are you here alone?” I asked her as I swept in.

“My husband is at the mosque and Rizwana is visiting her mother. She does it every week on Wednesdays.”

I smiled. I knew that from talking to Wahida.

“And she leaves you all alone?” I shook my head as I handed her the jar of candied dates. “Well, this is a thank you gift from me for the hospitality your husband showed me by holding my wedding here.”

“Of course, of coursed,” said Fahima. She took it from me and led me into her house. It had that same spicy, sandalwood scent as my own. We passed a large shelf covered in leather-bound books with titles in Arabic.

I was still learning to read and speak the language.

“I’m glad you came over,” Fahima said. “I was so interested in talking with you.”

“Oh?” I said as she placed the candied dates in a cupboard. She had a surprisingly Western kitchen with all manner of appliances and even an induction heat stove top. “On what.”

“On futas,” she said, her cheeks blushing dark.

“I had a feeling,” I said, slipping my arm around hers. “Well, show me around your house and ask questions.”

She nodded as she took me by the arm. She had a sweet smell about her, something flowery and delicious. Her black hair fell loose about her face. I pulled off my hijab as she led me out of the kitchen into her dining room, my blonde hair falling free.

She glanced at it, her eyes dark.

“What is it like being a futa?” she asked. “I mean, you are mostly female. Do you get periods?”

“Yes,” I said. “I can even get pregnant, though I have no interest in having a man be in me.”

“Not even your husband?”

“He gets to watch me play with Wahida,” I said, noticing the way Fahima’s breath quickened. “And he plays with her, too. She satiates us both. It’s rather… delicious.”

“Oh, my,” she said, her cheeks darkening.

“Do you and Rizwana never please your husband at the same time? Or each other?”

“Oh, no, of course not,” she moaned. “He comes to our bed separately. Technically, he should buy us each our own house, but the city is crowded.”

“What a pity,” I said. “To have more than one wife and not get the joy of watching one lick his seed out of the other’s pussy. Poor man.”

“Oh, my, that is naughty, Nova,” Fahima gasped. “You would lick Talib out of Wahida?”

“Well, I would lick my own out of her,” I said. “I have. She finds it wicked.”

Fahima was blushing so dark now as she led me down a hallway. She turned on a light for the bathroom, then kept going, passed her husband’s study. I shuddered as we reached a room with a bed in it.

“Is this what you really wanted to show me?” I asked her. “Your bed?”

She swallowed.

I stepped inside, leading her after. I turned, my hand sliding down her arm until I only gripped her hand. I pulled her after me as I backed towards the bed. I stared into her eyes, my futa-dick throbbing and aching beneath my dark, auburn dress.

“Did you bring me here so you could find out about a futa first hand?” I asked.

“You mustn’t think I’m adulterous,” she moaned.

“But didn’t your husband’s fatwa say it is not adultery to sleep with a futa?” I asked. “After all, my futa-mother slept with both of King Njam’s wives. She bred them even.”

“Yes,” groaned Fahima. “But I should still ask his permission before—”

I kissed her.

She melted against me, her lips liquid on my mouth. My tongue thrust past her lips. She didn’t resist me. She groaned and kissed me back. I loved it. I hugged her tight, pulling her against me. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties and beneath my dress, feeling her body.

She was so lush. So delicious. I had to enjoy her. I had to make love to this married beauty. She was an imam’s wife. Somehow, that made it naughtier. Like fucking a reverend’s wife back home. But I was Muslim now. I had converted to Islam.

This was so wild.

I turned us around as I kissed her and pushed her back to the bed. She gasped, breaking the kiss as she sank onto her dark covers. She panted, her brown eyes glossy with passion. She licked her lips as she stared up at me.

I smiled at her and winked. My fingers undid the buttons of my dress, working fast. My nipples ached, my round breasts begging to be free. I threw open my blouse, baring my tits held in my light-pink blouse.

Her eyes stared at me with such hunger as my dress fell off my body. She groaned, wiggling on the ground. She licked her lips. She was such a sweet thing. She had my heart pounding in my chest. I groaned at the sight of her.

“Aren’t you just delicious?” I groaned. “Ooh, I’m going to have such a fun time with you.”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Is your pussy getting soaked?” I asked as I unhooked my bra and bared my pale tits to her hungry gaze.

The Arab woman moaned, “Yes.”

“Good,” I purred. I smiled as her gaze lingered at my tits. They swayed as I slipped off my bra straps off my shoulders. They slid down my arms. My nipples were hard and pink.

I dropped my bra to the ground then slid my hands down my body. My touch electrified me. I groaned as I came closer and closer to my futa-dick. My cock throbbed and ached in my panties, threatening to break free.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I smiled as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on my panties, ready for the grand unveiling. She groaned, squirming her thighs together beneath her skirt.

I shoved my panties down.

Fahima groaned as my futa-dick sprang into view.

I bobbed before her, aching for her body. She stared at me with such hunger as I peeled my panties down my thighs and let them drop to my feet. My cock swayed the entire time, precum beading at the tip.

“Mmm, is this what you wanted, you naughty, married slut?” I asked.

“Yes!” Fahima groaned with throaty passion.

“Then get naked and show me how sexy you are.”

Fahima moaned. She wiggled on the bed as she hiked up her baggy skirt. She showed off her shaved legs. They gleamed in the light. She looked sexy, her legs the same dusky tan as the rest of her. She pulled her dress higher and higher. I groaned as her panties came into view, a bronze silk, the crotch soaked with her excitement.

She sat up, peeling her dress over her stomach then exposing her breasts in a matching bra. They were round tits, her nipples pressing hard into the fabric. She ripped off her dress over her head, her hair spilling about her flushed face. She threw it to the floor and unsnapped her bra with an eagerness, her straps sliding off her shoulders.

“Oh, Fahima,” I groaned as she unveiled her tits. They were so round and perky. Her areolas were large for a woman of her age. She was only twenty or so. They were also oval. Her nipples thrust out hard before her. “Those are beautiful tits,”

Fahima blushed. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I purred. “Now show me that pussy.”

Fahima groaned. She stretched out on her back again, her breasts jiggling. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She peeled them off slowly, thrusting her legs up into the air. The cloth slipped off her rump and exposed her shaved twat. Her slit was tight and gleamed with her juices.

Arab women, I’d learned, usually shaved their pussies. Not to look sexy and naughty like a Western woman, but because their bushes were so thick. It was for hygiene, but it made Fahima’s pussy look so delicious.

I licked my tongue as I drifted to the bed. She pulled her panties off the rest of the way and lowered her legs, keeping her thighs pressed tight together. My futa-dick bobbed before me, aching for her as her eyes locked on me. She groaned, squirming. I could see the top of her tight slit vanishing between her closed thighs.

“Mmm, show me that pussy,” I moaned. “Let me see it. Worship it.”

“Oh, Nova,” she gasped. “This is… I… I…”

“I am Allah’s miracle, remember,” I purred, grabbing her ankles. “Part those thighs for me. I was sent to love you.”

She groaned and spread her thighs, exposing her tight slit to my hungry gaze. I groaned at the sight of her. I licked my lips as I crawled between her legs. She was so beautiful. So perfect. I trembled as I breathed in her musk. The heady scent filled my nose as I came closer and closer to her twat.

That exciting scent had my heart racing. Blood pumped hot through my veins as I came closer and closer to the imam’s wife’s shaved cunt. My hand reached out before me. My pointer and middle fingers framed her pussy, feeling her vulva hot with her excitement. I parted her labia, exposing her pink depths.

“Nova!” she moaned as I pressed my tongue into her twat.

She gasped as my tongue darted through her folds. I lapped up her tangy cream. Her juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth with her wonderful taste. I breathed in deeply than licked again. I savored the aroma of her.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. She gasped and moaned, her eyes wide with delight. Her thighs squeezed about my face as my tongue penetrated deeper into her. My tongue darted around. I caressed her. Loved her.

She tasted amazing.

“Nova! Nova!” she moaned, her head tossing back and forth. Her breasts jiggled, her fat nipples quivering atop them. “Oh, Nova!”

“Mmm, first time having your pussy licked?” I asked her and then took another flick through her cunt.

“Yes!” she moaned.

That was so exciting to hear to me. To know that I was the first one to give her this delight. I kept my fingers pulling apart her pussy lips so I could stroke through all her flesh. I nuzzled into her warmth, my tongue caressing her everywhere I could reach.

She gasped and moaned, trembling on the bed as my tongue darted around inside of her. I licked up her juices. I savored the flavor of her. She moaned, her tangy passion spilling into my mouth as she writhed on the bed.

“Nova!” she whimpered. “You’re… you’re… What is happening to me?”

“You’re going to have an orgasm,” I moaned. I nuzzled into her twat. You’re going to explode.”

She shuddered. “You mean… really? That’s not a myth. Women can have those?”

“Yes!”

I latched onto her clit. I sucked hard on her bud. She shuddered on the bed. Her body bucked and writhed as my tongue fluttered around her sensitive nub. Her breasts heaved. Her hands grabbed them, squeezing them like she kneaded to clutch onto something.

To hold onto a lifeline.

Her tangy cream stained my chin. Her fingers dug into her breasts as she moaned and gasped. Her body trembled on the bed. Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered, fingers digging into her tits. Her entire body writhed and bucked. She moaned out in delight.

“Nova!”

I shoved my two fingers holding her pussy lips apart into her juicy twat. My futa-dick throbbed. My own pussy cream, soaking my blonde bush, dribbled down my aching shaft. I thrust in and out of her depths. I churned her up. Teased her.

Her body shuddered on the bed. She moaned and gasped. Her passion echoed around me. Her body quivered and quaked. She tightened her thighs about my head. She groaned, her mind melting beneath the blood.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Nova! I think… I think I’m going to orgasm.”

“Good!” I moaned, my fingers plunging so deep into her twat.

Her fingers dug into her tits. My pussy clenched in anticipation of her orgasm. I sucked hard on her clit while her twat tightened on my plunging digits. I reamed deep into her married cunt, stroking her, teasing her.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

Fahima moaned out in rapture. She bucked on the bed as her orgasm swept through her. Tangy cream gushed out around my fingers reaming her spasming flesh. My futa-dick throbbed in envy as I ducked down and nuzzled into her folds.

I licked and lapped at her cunt. My tongue gathered her wonderful juices. I tasted the feverish heat of her first orgasm. I was so glad I had come to Saudi Arabia, that I had married Talib and Wahida. I would show so many Arab women these delights.

I would give them so much rapture.

“Nova, you’re amazing!” she moaned. “You are Allah’s miracle. Thank you! Thank you for coming and giving me this bliss.”

I jammed my fingers deep into her convulsing twat and lifted my head. I stared at her, pussy cream dripping off my chin. “You’re welcome. I just want to give you such pleasure. I have more to give.”

“Your cock?” Fahima moaned, her married twat squeezing around me.

“My big, throbbing futa-cock,” I moaned.

I ripped my fingers out of her twat. I rose up on her bed, kneeling on the edge. My bare feet dangled off, my toes curling. I wrapped my futa-cock up in my hand, stroking her cream up and down my shaft. Her eyes looked at me, such lust boiling in those dark depths.

“You want me, don’t you,” I purred.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Ooh, you have to fuck me. You have to be in me. I need you, Nova.”

I smiled at the wanton passion coming from the imam’s youngest wife. She was so sexy. My breasts quivered as I crawled up farther between her thighs. Her hands squeezed her tits as this lust burned across her face.

I ducked my head down, my tits dangling, and sucked on her fat nipple. I reveled in the feel of it between my lips. I nursed on her delicious nipple. I loved her. This wicked heat surged through me. It was incredible to enjoy. She whimpered and squirmed.

Her hand found my futa-dick. She grasped the spongy end, her palm rubbing into it. She stroked me, massaged me. She sent such delight shooting through me. I groaned around her nipple, sucking on it with such hunger.

“Mmm, I want this, Nova,” she moaned. “I want your futa-dick in me. You’re so much bigger than Hoosam.”

I popped my mouth off her nipple. “Mmm, are you a bit of a size queen?”

She frowned. “Size… queen?”

I grinned at her. “It means you want big dicks in your pussy.”

A naughty grin crossed her lips. “I want your big dick in my pussy. Wahida is so lucky to get your cock all the time.”

“Mmm, she is,” I purred as she drew me closer. She pulled my cock down towards her pussy. She rubbed me into her hot folds.

I kissed her as she rubbed my cock into her shaved twat. Pleasure spilled down to my pussy. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue darting with mine. Our nipples came together, brushing and rubbing. Sparks flared through my body.

I thrust into her married pussy.

Her cunt engulfed me. I groaned into our kiss as I sank deeper and deeper into her twat. Her flesh embraced me with her silky heat. She was so wet. So juicy. The imam’s wife moaned into our kiss as she squeezed her twat around me.

She broke the kiss, panting, “Yes, yes, Nova!”

“Mmm,” I purred, drawing back my hips and ramming forward. “You’re just such a naughty wife.”

“I am,” she moaned, her face twisting with delight as I plunged into her. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples brushing. Sparks flew. “Ooh, your futa-dick feels amazing in me. You’re reaming me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re filling me up!”

“Good,” I purred. I nuzzled against her chin and then kissed her with hunger. My tongue darted into her mouth.

She groaned, her body trembling around me. This wicked heat surged through me. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. This wild passion that had me trembling in delight. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy clenching as I thrust into her, I slammed into her pussy. I filled her cunt over and over, the delight flowing down my cock to my twat.

The bed creaked like a door being open from the force of our passion. The bed rocked as I plowed into her wonderful pussy. She gripped me. Her juicy snatch held my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

“Oh, Allah, yes,” she groaned. “Oh, this is amazing.”

“I know.” I panted. “Oh, Allah, I know. Thank you for this blessing, Allah!”

“Thank you for your mercy!” she moaned and kissed me.

“Fahima!” a woman gasped.

Fahima stiffened beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my futa-dick. I broke the kiss and grinned to see the older wife, Rizwana, standing in the doorway. She looked shocked, her jaw opened wide, the color fading from her face. Her hand pulled off her headscarf, unveiling her dark hair.

“What are you doing?” Rizwana asked.

“Making love to Fahima,” I purred, my hips thrusting. “She wanted to experience the miracle of my futa-cock.”

“I am sorry,” groaned Fahima. “I’m weak. I couldn’t resist. She is so beautiful. So desirable. Allah sent her to give us such pleasure.”

“But… but…” Rizwana shook her head. “Does our husband know?”

“No!” gasped Fahima. “I… I… It just happened.”

“Mmm, yes it did,” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, my nipples rubbing against Fahima’s while her pussy gripped my futa-cock. She held me with her silky sheath, massaging me. “Oh, Fahima, yes, yes, I’m going to pump so much futa-cum in you. I might breed you.”

“Oh, Allah, yes!” Fahima moaned, her pussy clenching around my girl-dick.

“Fahima!” gasped Rizwana. “Don’t say that.”

“She just feels so good!” groaned Fahima. “Oh, my sister-wife, you have to experience this, too. You have to feel her girl-dick in you. She’s so huge. She dwarfs our husband. It’s incredible.”

“But… but… we need his permission.” The woman licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.

I smiled at her, watching her as I reamed my futa-dick in and out of Fahima’s tight, married pussy. The older imam’s wife trembled. Her hands rubbed at her belly as she watched my cock vanishing into Fahima’s cunt.

My dick throbbed in Fahima’s amazing pussy. Her cunt groped me, driving me wild. This passion built and built in me with my every thrust into Fahima’s delicious cunt. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around me. This wondrous sheath that brought me closer and closer to exploding. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was thrusting so hard. So fast.

My ovaries came closer and closer to boiling over.

“Oh, yes, yes, Fahima!” I gasped. “I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to spurt so much jizz in you.”

“Yes!” Fahima moaned. “Do that! I’m going to cum again. Oh, Rizwana, you have to try this. You have to enjoy her futa-dick.”

“Not… without our… husband’s permission…” the older woman moaned, sounding dazed. Her tongue ran over her lips as her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress at her belly, pulling the cloth tight over her delicious breasts. They looked so big.

I thrust hard and fast into Fahima’s pussy. I reveled in being in her depths. I savored it as I thrust over and over into her twat. It was a wild thrill. I savored every inch my cock moved through her sheath. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I looked down at Fahima. I could tell she was close. She was on the verge of cumming. It was such a hot delight to witness. This wicked passion built and built in her expression. I groaned, thrusting to the hilt in her depths.

“Nova!” she groaned. “Cum in me! Show Rizwana how amazing you are!”

“Yes!” I moaned and buried to the hilt in her.

My cum erupted from my ovaries. The jizz rushed out of me, spurting over and over into her depths. She gasped, her eyes widening. A moment later, her pussy joined mine in convulsing delight. Her twat spasmed and writhed around me. This wonderful heat surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Her pussy milked my spurting futa-cock. My cum fired into her depths over and over. I spilled in her. I groaned, stars bursting before my eyes as I unloaded so much jizz into her cunt. My pussy convulsed while her twat writhed about my cock.

“Allah’s merciful blessings!” I howled as the pleasure rippled through my body. I floated on the rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Fahima. “Oh, Rizwana, this is amazing.”

“It is… is… adultery!” she moaned.

“No, no, our husband said it himself. It is not adultery for a woman to lie with a futa! I’m lying with her! She’s filling me with her miraculous cum!”

“So much cum,” I groaned, shuddering through my orgasm. Then I ripped my girl-cock clear of Fahima’s twat. I had spilled every drop in her. “Come here, Rizwana.”

“Allah,” the older woman groaned, stumbling forward, her hands clutching at the fabric of her dress like she was afraid what her hands would do if she let go.

I grabbed her elbow and pulled her close to me. She stared right at her sister-wife’s juicy twat. My cum leaked out of that shaved hole, trickling down to form a wet spot in the dark blanket. I shuddered, my cock pulsing and throbbing with my excitement.

“Doesn’t that look just delicious?” I said, guiding Rizwana forward until her knees brushed the bed. “My seed leaking out of your sister-wife’s pussy.”

Rizwana made a strangled groan, a sound of suppressed passion.

My hand slipped from her arm to her rump. I pushed her forward. She fell on her hands and knees between Fahima’s spread-open thighs. I prodded her towards Fahima, pushing on the older woman’s plump ass. She shuffled closer to Fahima’s pussy.

“Don’t you just want to taste me,” I asked, my futa-dick throbbing. I mounted the bed behind the imam’s first wife. My hands grabbed the fabric of her skirt. I hauled the fabric up her thighs. “Don’t you want to just feast on her.”

“I… I…” groaned Rizwana.

“Feast on me,” whimpered Fahima. “Oh, please, do it.”

I exposed a pair of gray panties, the crotch soaked by Rizwana’s hot passion. I yanked her panties off her hips, rolling them off her bubbly rump. I exposed a shaved pussy. Her lips were thick, protruding out from her vulva. They were dark and engorged. A sweet musk filled my nose.

“Just eat me,” groaned Fahima. “Please! Love me, my sister-wife.”

“This is a sin,” panted Rizwana.

The bed creaked like an opening door as I pressed my cock against the folds of her pussy. I heard footsteps. I smiled; the imam was home now. He would witness the miracle he proclaimed. I thrust my cock into Rizwana’s pussy.

“Lick my seed out of Fahima’s pussy as I bless your cunt with my cum!” I howled at the top of my voice.

As my cock sank into Rizwana’s juicy, tight pussy, the footsteps came closer and closer. I reveled in them as I enjoyed the married cunt wrapped around my dick. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders. My pale tits heaved as I gripped Rizwana’s dusky hips.

“Feast on my seed!” I moaned.

Her head ducked down. Her pussy squeezed about my cock as she nuzzled into Fahima’s pussy. The younger wife groaned. Her body shuddered as she felt her sister-wife’s mouth. Rizwana licked my cum out of Fahima’s pussy.

A shadow fell upon me. A man groaned.

“Yes, yes, lick my seed out of your sister-wife’s pussy while I bless your cunt!” I moaned, thrusting away. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of Imam Hoosam Karimi. He stood stunned, his iron-gray beard twitching as I plowed his wife.

“This is so wrong,” Rizwana moaned. “Oh, so wrong, but… but…” Her married pussy clamped about my thrusting cock. “You taste so good leaking out of her, Nova. So delicious.”

“I know,” I groaned, thrusting away harder. Faster. I pounded her pussy while I smiled at the imam.

He swallowed, watching with hungry eyes. He wore a tunic-like robe. His chest rose and fell as he shifted. He licked his lips as I fucked his wife while Fahima moaned and gasped. Rizwana feasted on the younger woman, devouring my cum out of Fahima’s twat.

I groaned as I thrust forward with hard, fast strokes. I plowed into Rizwana cunt. I looked away from the imam and enjoyed his wife. My futa-dick throbbed in the older woman’s twat. She squeezed down around me, her hips wiggling, enjoying me.

“Isn’t she so huge?” moaned Fahima. “Oh, Rizwana, isn’t she just so big? She stretches you out, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh!” groaned Rizwana. “Nova’s so much bigger than our husband.”

He groaned behind me.

I was cuckolding the imam with my hard, bold strokes. My futa-cock buried to the hilt in Rizwana’s pussy over and over. My orgasm built and built. It was so exciting. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as Rizwana feasted on my cum leaking out of Fahima’s twat.

Fahima shuddered. She was climbing towards her third orgasm. Such delight burned on her face as she twisted her fat nipples. She humped against her sister-wife’s face as I plowed into Rizwana’s cunt. My tits heaved before me. My flesh slapped her flesh.

“I’m going to flood you with so much cum!” I moaned. “I’m going to pump my jizz into your depths.”

“Yes!” whimpered Rizwana. “Do that. Flood me! Give me your blessed seed.”

The imam groaned again.

“Oh, husband, you’re watching us love the blessed futa!” moaned Fahima.

“What?” gasped Rizwana, her pussy tightening around my cock. She lifted her head and looked past me. “Husband!”

Her pussy convulsed around my girl-dick. Her cunt went wild as she stared at her husband watching us. Then she groaned, her body trembling while her twat writhed around my cock. She lowered her head, burying her face back into Fahima’s pussy.

I groaned, thrusting hard into the older woman’s writhing cunt. Her massaging flesh brought me closer and closer to exploding. I shuddered, my breasts heaving as I pumped my dick over and over into her cunt. I rammed into her again and again.

My pussy tightened.

My futa-dick ached.

“Rizwana!” I moaned.

“Cum in her so I can lick her clean!” moaned Fahima. “Oh, my husband, this is wonderful. You were right. Allah sent futas. Sent Nova!”

She came, too. She bucked on the bed as I slammed into Rizwana’s spasming cunt. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned and threw back my head. My tits heaved before me. They bounced as my pussy convulsed.

My futa-cum erupted from my girl-dick.

Hot jizz spurted over and over into Rizwana’s married cunt. Her husband watched me flood her. My pussy juices gushed down my thighs as I filled Rizwana’s twat with blast after blast of my hot seed. I bathed her cunt.

“Allah, yes!” I moaned, my pleasure screaming through me.

This wild, wanton, naughty bliss rippled through my body. I swayed, gripping Rizwana’s hips as the powerful orgasm surged through me. The two delights slammed into my mind. Rapture fired from my girl-dick and ecstasy flowed from my convulsing cunt.

I loved it.

“Allah be praised!” I howled in delight as I spilled the last drop of cum into the older woman’s hungry pussy. She wrung me dry while moaning into Fahima’s cunt.

I pulled out of her and stepped off the bed, panting. The imam stared at me with hungry eyes. Then he groaned as Fahima pulled Rizwana around. The still-clothed first wife straddled the second’s head. They were feasting on each other, lost to their passion.

“Enjoy the desire I have stoked in your wives,” I said, grabbing my panties and pulling them up my thighs. “Allah has given you this gift. Savor it.”

He let out a strangled groan.

I dressed quickly and left, glad I could inspire such passion. That I could give such joy to those two women. I practically floated home, hardly noticing the blistering, Riyadh summer sun. I came home and found Talib.

I gave my husband a kiss on each of his whiskered cheeks. His eyes were bright.

“Are you horny, my husband?” I asked him.

“Fetch Wahida,” he groaned. “I need to watch you make her cum.”

I grinned, eager to spread my passion. I loved my new life. It was going perfectly.

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December 23rd, 2038

“And that was the start of my troubles,” I said to Adelia Tash as I recounted what happened last summer. I was on her talk show streaming live to the world. “I thought Imam Karimi was fine with what happened.”

“He did pen the fatwa declaring futas to be divine gifts of Allah and no woman could commit adultery by lying with one,” Adelia said, concern breaking across her face.

“It turned out the reality of the situation was more than he could handle,” I said, sadness welling up inside of me. “I thought things were going great. Wahida and Fahima were both pregnant a month later and…”

To be continued…

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Katy was afraid of going down in the dark!!!

It was all dark in the hallway down the stairs. Katy was standing on the top step unable to decide whether to go down further or not. Finally she mustered up her courage and went down. The big master bedroom was at the back, where John and Martha, Katy’s parents slept. But she had doubts whether they slept at all in the night or not, because many a times she has heard them scream and weird sounds coming from their room back in the old house and here too. Hearing those strange sounds she went round to the kitchen drank a heart fill of water, and started climbing up the stairs. Suddenly she heard loud screams from her parents’ room; her mother Martha was shouting something to her dad which she couldn’t understand, but she heard her name being taken many a times. She thought vice not to come in between them, went to her room took off her panties and tee, and cuddled inside the blanket, thinking what might her parents be doing.
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Katy Murdoch is a 19 year old girl, with fair complexion, medium height, perfectly shaped tummy and ass, DD-sized tits, blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect fantasy girl from all angles. Her mother Martha Murdoch, 38 years old, about the height of Katy, Flat tummy and round ass, DD size tits with a bit larger nipples, Blonde hair, Brown eyes and not a sign of flab on her body even at this age. Martha’s husband, John Murdoch, 42 years, 6’4 height, Athletic body, Blonde hair, Blue eyes, and a perfect fantasy guy look even at this age for all his neighboring ladies. And the last member of the Murdoch family, Jason Murdoch, 22 years, and attributes as good as his father, a pinch better in the contrary. They lived in Washington a few days back, and then the business dried up there which forced the family come in LA, with the handsome money they have earned, buy a big mansion over here and plan to start a new venture.
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It was an early Sunday morning. Jason was in NY, studying the sciences. Only Katy, John and Martha were at home. Katy came to the balcony where John and Martha were discussing the details of their next venture. Katy stood at the door, watching them intently. “What happened honey, you look a little disturbed?” Martha asked Katy. “N…no….nothing.” Katy stammered. “Ohh, common hon, speak up. Remember what we have decided no secrets in the family!!” John joked. “Dad, only last night, you both were shouting at each other like you were goin to kill. And now you two are discussing the business details so calmly!!!” Katy said. Martha glanced at John and Katy saw them smiling. “What happened dad??” Katy asked. “Nothing hon, go inside take your breakfast, and then we can decide what we can do for our new venture.” Martha cut in. “No mom, this ain’t fair. You guys said no secrets in the family.” “Ok, ok. I was fucking your mom last night.” John spoke. “John, she’s our daughter.” Martha glared at him. “So what darling, someday or the other we they have to know these.” John argued. “But john not that.” Martha raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah not that.” John smiled. “Not what dad?? You gotta tell me.” “Nothing honey it’s a matter of we adults.” “I am an adult now mom. Stop hiding and spill it out.” Martha looked at John, then decided something and looking sternly at Katy said, “You are not mature enough to be told everything right now. Go and have your breakfast.” Katy looked at them angrily and stomped back to the dining room banging the door behind her.
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Katy went up to her room, all sad and angry and closed the door behind her. She removed her clothes and climbed up the bed. As she was lying naked under the blanket, her mind started wandering to the thought of her mom and dad having wild sex in the night. The only confusion she had was that, why her name was being taken when they were having sex. Thinking of the various possibilities her hands went to her pussy, which to her surprise were dripping wet. She slowly massaged around her clit. It felt awesome. Although she had masturbated many times, and once her best friend had even licked on it, but today the feeling was quite different. She was rubbing her clit, while thinking of her parents.She inserted a finger inside her wet pussy, and was slowly fingering herself. She was so engrossed in her act that she didn’t hear the door open and her mother come in. Katy jerked open her eyes, and sat bolt upright as Martha came and sat beside her on the bed. Katy, turned her head and started looking out. “Lisen, Katy honey. I am sorry. I was rude to you this morning, but it wasn’t my fault. You are not old enough to know these things baby.” Martha said politely. “Not old enough mom??. I am 19. And I have seen every genre of porn available and We even had sex education in our schools. And have even seen guys fuck my friends. So I am old enough or more than that.” Martha looked point blank at Katy. She was unable to digest that her own little Katy had grown so much. But the words which Katy has spoken just now were roaming inside her head. She was staring at Katy, admiring her figure form up to down. Then without saying a word she bent forward, held Katy’s head in her hands and Put her whole tongue inside Katy’s mouth. For a moment Katy was taken aback. But then slowly she gave away and kissed her back, letting her tongue also roam inside Martha’s mouth. The kiss lasted for quite a long time. “Now you might be knowing why your name was being shouted that night. You were my and your dad’s fantasy for a long time. But we never thought of advancing to you as parents.” Martha said as she broke the kiss. “Where’s dad?” Katy asked in a hush hush tone. “He’s out to meet some locals.” “That means we have plenty of time, before he comes back.” “Yeah but why do you say that.” Katy removed her blanket, exposing her perfectly shaven clit, and moved ahead. She brought her mouth close to her mother’s and spoke in a seductive note, “I should have told you this earlier mom. I have a crush on dad. And I always my cherry to be hemmed by him.” Before Martha could respond to this, Katy held her head, put her tongue in her mouth and fell back taking Martha in her arms as they kissed each other passionately for the very first time. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Hey guys, this my very first sex story. I hope you like the starting. I know there’s not much of fuck and suck in here. But I want comments and votes if you wish me to continue the story which i believe is more than horny. I hope to get good results. thnx!!!

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“I am so pleased you have confirmed you are both bi, so pleased,” Sarah’s friend Debbi smiled, a week after our tryst with Leslie. Sarah had just told her all about our three-way with him, an attractive and very exciting cross dresser, when she asked, “Did your man reciprocate with a blow job for Leslie? Was he tempted?”

“A gentleman never tells,” I smiled smugly, fascinated where this conversation might lead.

“Some of my girlfriends speak very highly of your man Sarah. He is rumoured to have a thick, nine-inch erection when fully aroused. And you Sarah, are rumoured to be very exciting woman and extremely talented.

Debbi had our full attention as I looked closely at her, taller than Sarah, she has a presence, a very confident, most attractive woman with just a hint of bisexuality. Short, bobbed, brunette hair and a slim size-10 body with wonderful long legs and tits in proportion to her body

Sarah and I were both enjoying Debbi’s verbal teasing and the thrust of her questions. “Do you shave or wax, both of you? Do you have any special rules? What is your biggest turn on Sarah? And you Roger, do you any special turn ons? How many times a week do you do it? Do you watch each other masturbate? Do you have any kinky sexy fetishes, both of you?”

“Depends what you call kinky, we have lots, perhaps we might show you some of them,” Sarah smiled.

“Can’t you tell me just one?,” Debbi teased, hanging on to Sarah’s every word.

“Shall I tell her just one Roger?,” Sarah teased enjoying the frisson.

“Let me tell her, just one. I have an ass fetish Debbi, and Sarah has a magnificent big ass. She loves me worshiping it, licking and kissing her ass cheeks. Even better with another male or female watching. Young boys especially. A variation on that is another male or female licking and kissing her ass cheeks while we tongue kiss, the only contact our tongues and lips.”

“Oh wow, that is two kinky fetishes, I like it, very much,” Debbi replied.

“I have a thing about well hung men,” she told us as she held my gaze and crossed her wonderful, long legs for us, her short skirt well above her knees. “I might be talking out of turn Sarah, but I would love to give your man a blow job. Am I talking out of turn?”

Sarah played the moment to perfection. “You are talking out of turn, however I have a counter proposition for you. You are rumored to be bi and a very talented lesbian lover. You can give my man a blow job, I want to watch and participate. My trade off is a tongue fuck from you while my man participates.”

Before Debbi departed Sarah took her hand and and led her to another room. “These are our sex chairs. Do you like the mirrors? The third chair with the bottle of oil is for a spectator. We love an audience.”

“You can have me on Friday and my man Roger on Sunday. Three in the afternoon, sex is always better in the afternoon. Does that work for you?”

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 my legs and ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer. 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?

On the Friday Sarah and I were looking forward to Debbi’s visit with great anticipation. We had shaved each others pubes to our satisfaction. Sarah has gone through a number of styles, even bald. My favourite style for her is the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer, or was it his preference?, an exciting trimmed triangle with a gap at the sides. For me just a tuft above my shaved cock.

“What do you think baby, is less more?,” Sarah asked as she tried on several outfits. “This jacket and heels, nothing else apart from my perfume? Is it too short, does it cover my ass? Should I leave the buttons undone?”

“I love that look I told her, the only thing the jacket covers is your nipples, it highlights your wonderful legs, glorious big ass and shaved cunt. It is an absolute turn for me.”

“Do you think Debbi will like it? You know I want to turn her on as soon as she walks in the door.”

I settled on a pair of tight silk slacks and asked Sarah to oil my back and torso, hoping I could provide Debbi some eye candy. The feel and touch of silk on my cock was very arousing with Sarah’s oily hands on my body.

“Are you going to masturbate for Debbi and I while you watch?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Yes, you know I would.”

“Then turn me on while I watch, really turn me on, you know your turn on is my turn on Sarah,” I whispered already excited at the thought as she rubbed a hand over my silk slacks and the outline of my already aroused cock.

“Sarah is almost ready,” I smiled at Debbi before we lightly tongue kissed when she arrived as she ogled my oily, naked torso. “She has been looking forward to today, very much so,” I told her truthfully as we could hear Sarah walking toward us.

“Wow, what a greeting,” Debbi smiled as she admired Sarah’s almost naked body. “You know how to make an entrance,” she told her as she tongue kissed Sarah and she returned her kisses.

Sarah and I had both been looking forward to Debbi showing us her naked body. “Take it off for me Roger,” she instructed as she placed my hand on a zipper at the back of her short, black cocktail dress, one movement and she shrugged out of it as it fell to her ankles.

“You wanted me to wear heels Sarah. Did I overlook anything,” she smiled as Sarah and I ogled her naked body. Wonderful, long, well formed legs, jet black pubic hair trimmed in Helmut Newton style, flat stomach, good hips and waist and larger than expected tits with aroused nipples.

“You really are an exciting woman Sarah, incredibly exciting,” Debbi whispered as they passionately tongue kissed.

“I love being linked and teased, love it,” Sarah moaned as Debbi licked and sucked her nipples. “Even better with my man licking and sucking one.

“Tell me what you are going to do to me Debbi?,” Sarah teased she held her hand on the way to our sex chairs.

“I want give your man a blow job on Sunday, your trade off was a tongue fuck from me while your man participated. Let’s do it, now, right now.”

“Lick and kiss my big ass cheeks first, while Roger tongue kisses me. Now tongue kiss me while Roger licks and kisses my ass cheeks.

Sarah had her legs spread, one foot on Debbi’s shoulder as Debbi wrapped her arms her thighs before she slid her tongue along Sarah’s already wet cunt lips.

The way Sarah and I were kissing with just the tips of our tongues as Debbi was tongue fucking her was exquisite. I rubbed the tip of my erection over her nipples before I licked and kissed them.

I wasn’t sure if Debbi saw me slide my erect cock and balls out of my slacks before I fitted a cock ring and clipped it under my balls. Though she did glance up to see me smearing oil over it as I commenced masturbating. Sexual heaven for me masturbating toward a huge, slow orgasm while watching a talented, bi-sex woman tongue fucking my lady.

Earlier when Sarah had confirmed she wanted me to masturbate for her while I watched Debbi tongue fucking her, I had asked her to, ‘turn me on, really turn me on, while I watch’.

“Am I turning you on, really turning you on, Debbi is good, extremely good,” Sarah told me as I watched her, hands on Debbi’s head pushing her into her. I knew she was really turned on when she starting moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, I love it.”

Not the first time I had enjoyed masturbating while watching Sarah being sexually pleasured by a female, or a male. But the best as both of them watched me orgasm.

On the Sunday before Debbi arrived Sarah and I were both refreshed and pleased we had enjoyed a days break. “I want you to have a full on, thick nine-inch erection for Debbi when she arrives, and for me,” she warned me earlier.

“And you know I want us to share a man, or perhaps two men, soon as my quid pro quo, my trade off for this. You know exactly the type of man I prefer. Fantasize about it while I watch Debbi giving you a blow job.”

A few minutes before she was due Sarah was naked apart from her heels as she helped me slide on the same tight fitting, black silk slacks I had worn on the Friday. “This oil looks wonderful on your body,” she told me as she applied it. “Get hard for me, really hard, an absolute boner, I want you to have a full on, thick nine-inch erection for Debbi when she arrives, and for me.” She told me as she licked and sucked my nipples with a hand inside my slacks.

“Oil my ass, an extra turn on for both of us,” she told me as she poured some oil into my hand. “Is that an extra turn on for you?”

“Now slide your cock and balls out of your slacks, show me if you really do have an absolute boner.

“Come in and lock the door Debbi, we are in the next room.” Sarah told her as she arrived moments later.

“Oh fuck, you two are incredible,” Debbi purred as she watched me licking and kissing Sarah’s ass with my balls and full on erection poking out of the tight opening in my slacks while Sarah slid it between two fingers in V-shape,.

“Fucking incredible,” she whispered as she tongue kissed Sarah while I continued licking and kissing her ass.

“I would love to give your man a blow job Sarah. Am I talking out of turn?,” Debbi smiled sarcastically referencing a conversation we had less than two weeks ago.

“You are not talking out of turn, I want to watch and join in,” Sarah replied.

“Tell me what foreplay you would like?,” Debbi whispered as we tongue kissed.

“Lick my nipples with your hand on Sarah’s ass. Kiss Sarah with your hand on my erection. Lick my balls. Suck my balls. Lick my cock.”

“I have never had a man as big as you. Even more exciting with his sexy lady watching and enjoying.”

“Stand with your back to the wall, let’s make it a three-way for you,” Sarah told us she took control.

Debbi was on her knees, my full on erection poking out at ninety-degrees as she went to work. Lick the underside of my erection, lick my balls, then suck and use her tongue on the tip of my erection.

“Your tum on is my turn baby,” Sarah told me as she watched Debbi. “And I am so turned on right now,” she whispered as she alternated tongue kissing me and licking and sucking my nipples.

I learnt long ago the best blow jobs or hand jobs are while standing. Magical, just magical while your lady is participating. Her tongue on mine as Debbi had me on the brink was sexual heaven. “Do you want Debbi to swallow,” Sarah whispered.

“Do you?,” Debbi teased. “Do you?’

“Oh fuck, so good, so fucking good, I moaned before I could answer and my knees buckled.

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Grammar could be bad

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs.

Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kathy helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound!

Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay, but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

The lady nodded and Kathy went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy. Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kathy a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings!

Carolyn said that these would be fine but that she wanted another pair, but in suede, so Kathy again went to the store room and picked out another pair! After sitting back down, she began pulling off the black patents that Carolyn had just tried on, but as she began to tug on the heal of one of the shoes, Carolyn slightly spread her legs to reveal a very bare shaved vagina. Kathy stared for a moment but removed the shoes as if nothing had happened. She wasn’t sure, but she felt that Carolyn may have exposed herself on purpose!

Picking up the suedes she started to put on the right shoe on Carolyn’s foot, but this time, only more overtly, Carolyn spread her legs and held them open! Now Kathy could plainly see the bare vagina, and while taking a longer look, Kathy could see that Carolyn was in a state of high sexual excitement as her crack glistened with juice that had leaked from her pussy!!!

Making no attempt to hide her intentions Carolyn flexed her pelvic muscles which made her lips open and close slightly! Breathing harder now, Carolyn asked in a low voice, “Dear would you please massage my foot, it seems to have cramp?” Looking around the store to make sure no one was watching, Kathy took Carolyn’s foot into her hands and softly rubbed the arch, feeling her whole body stiffen as she gently rubbed the pretty foot.

Kathy was now caught up in the game, and leered more boldly at the gaping slit between the older woman’s legs as she was now unashamedly exposing her genitals to the young girl! Kathy looked back up and said, “You’re quite the slut aren’t you?!?” The near dirty talk made Carolyn let out with a soft moan. “Are you going to cum you little cunt,” pressed Kathy? “Oh yes,” the now shaking lady answered!

Kathy could now see that the bare pussy was now beginning to spasm out of control as the fat lips began to open and close erratically as her orgasm began to build up in her cunt! Kathy giving a quick look around the store, and when she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she buried her index finger buried itself deep into the gaping vagina, and after only two or three quick thrusts, Carolyn’s whole body stiffened while a vicious orgasm wrenched her shaking pussy!!!

Afterwards, she slumped over in the chair waiting for her cum to subside and her breathing to return to normal before announcing softly, “I’ll take both pairs of pumps, wrap them up.”

As Carolyn left the store, another salesgirl named Judy came over and said, “Nice sale at the end of the day Kath!” All Kathy said was, “Yeah, nice sale!!!”

THE END

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

I can still remember shortly after I first met my lady Dallas when she told me, “I love being licked and teased.” I quickly learnt just how much she loves being licked and teased. A constant challenge for me.licking and teasing her to a climax and multiple orgasms.

Ever since then I have taken great delight in licking and teasing her, with countless variations. Men, boys, women, girls, combinations of men, boys, women, girls, watching watching me lick and tease her. My ultimate challenge is to lick and tease her to her ideal of sexual perfection.

Though I still don’t know exactly what her idea of sexual perfection is. When I ask her what her idea of sexual perfection is she invariably replies, “You will be the first to know, hopefully while you share it with me.”

The last time I asked her how we can both measure her ideal of sexual perfection she smiled and licked her lips when she told me, “An exemplification of supreme sexual excellence or an unsurpassable degree of sexual excellence.” Or perhaps I might watch another person lick and tease her to her sexual perfection?

I do enjoy the challenge of licking and teasing her, trying be part of her sexual perfection. Understanding and sharing her turn ons and sexual foibles. Well hung men and boys. Bisexual women and girls. Watching men and boys masturbate for her, both at the same time on occasion, talking to them and teasing them as they masturbate for her and for us. Sometimes exciting combinations of those.

A favourite for both of us, Dallas watching a man or a teenage boy give me a head job while a teenage girl gives her cunnilingus, fucking her with her tongue. Talking all the while to me, to her girl and my boy.

This Sunday afternoon I have decided to pursue my ultimate challenge, to lick and endeavour to tease Dallas to her sexual perfection. To stretch her sexual boundaries and mine by combining some of her sexual fetishes and preferences.

Just before two-thirty when I was expecting two men to arrive for our joint sexual pleasure, I told Dallas I wanted her to enjoy what I had organised for her, for us, without being specific. Telling her I wanted her to make an entrance, not just merely arrive, after she sized up the situation I wanted to create for her.

The other two men were most attractive, bi-sexual boys in their early twenties, twenty-years younger than Dallas and me, both of them fully aware of Dallas’s reputation and mine. I had briefed them a few days earlier on my goals for that afternoon, hoping to sexually pleasure Dallas in her endless quest for her sexual perfection.

My bi-sexual side was looking forward to entertaining the two boys when they arrived. Greeting them topless, my back and torso smeared with the oil I had asked Dallas to smear over my naked body ten-minutes earlier. She was already sensing what I had organised for her sexual pleasure, though she chose not to ask, part of our subtle foreplay and joint turn on.

“Dallas will make her entrance soon. She expects both of you boys to be naked for her,” I told the boys as I enjoyed them watching me tease them as I slid my jeans to my ankles, both of the boys ogling my already engorged, closely shaved cock. I could sense Dallas watching out of sight as the boys undressed, while she planned her entrance.

And what an entrance she made, the three of us could hear her heels on the wooden floor before she entered the room. “Hello boys, I am Dallas,” she told them full of confidence as she opened her black satin dressing gown, flashing her naked body for the two boys and me, the small black triangle of her closely shaved pussy the focus of our attention.

“I think you already know I love being licked and teased boys. Your beautiful naked bodies are already teasing me,” she continued as she turned to show the boys her naked, big ass.

I enjoyed worshiping her wonderful big ass while the boys watched fascinated, clenching her ass cheeks for the boys while I licked and kissed her ass cheeks, both of us deliberately tempting and teasing the boys.

Dallas was reaching out to the boys one at a time with a hand, running her hand along each boy’s erection, then her hand along my erection, before she ran a hand along each boy’s erections at the same time. The four of us making comparisons. The look on Dallas’s face confirming she was impressed and aroused, very aroused, three very well hung males for her visual pleasure.

I was kneeling in front of Dallas, my hands grasping her ass cheeks when she told the boys again, “I do love being licked and teased. My man is doing the licking, he is so good, and you two boys are my teasers. I want both of you boys to masturbate for me while we watch each other,” she continued as she ran a hand along their erections.

Dallas was so wet for me as the boys watched me lick her clit. While I was giving her cunnilingus, fucking her with my tongue. I couldn’t resist glancing at the boys as they masturbated for Dallas. Or were they masturbating for me also, while I teased my boner for them with my spare hand?

“Nice try baby, though still short of my ideal of sexual perfection,” Dallas teased with a lovely satiated smile after the boys watched her orgasm a second time.

Three weeks later I had gone to great lengths to attempt to provide Dallas with her ideal of sexual perfection. I had chosen a Sunday afternoon, though it wasn’t until late that morning I gave her any indication of what I had organised for her sexual pleasure – and mine.

“Our bi-sexual friend Annie is coming by this afternoon. She is a little older than us, you know she has an awesome reputation. You also know she has wanted to seduce you, have you, make love to you since the moment I introduced you to her. Will you be comfortable with Annie?”

I deliberately hadn’t told Dallas I had also organised Jodie one of my bi-sexual buddies to watch Annie make love to her. I also hadn’t told her Jodie and I had agreed to watch each other masturbate while we watched another woman seduce Dallas.

When Annie arrived Jodie and me were both naked from the waist down to show off our tanned, toned gym bodies, both of us wearing skin tight jeans, our large, thick cocks obvious for Annie – and each other.

“This is a bonus for me, I hadn’t been expecting two macho, alpha men. Are you going to watch me seduce Dallas? Naked for us both?”

That was a cue for Jodie and me to slide our jeans to our ankles and to flaunt our closely shaved cocks for Annie and each other. So pleased when she teased our cocks in turn with her hand

I had told Dallas I wanted her to make an entrance, knowing she would be watching out of sight when I greeted Annie before she made her entrance. Dallas is a sexual exhibitionist and loves an audience when being seduced by men or women. She also has a thing about well hung men, eye candy for her while being seduced. Jodie was wonderful eye candy for her, and me.

Dallas did make an entrance, carefully looking over the three people who were waiting for her. Annie first then Jodie, running her hand along his erect cock, murmuring, “Oh wow, you are a big boy. Is that for me or my man Roger and me?” as she admired his erection. The look on my face confirming it was for her and me.

Just as I had planned the size of Jodie’s thick erection was a bonus turn on for Dallas and me. Jodie really was impressive, as we made tense comparisons, He must have been two-inches longer than my nine-inches. And thicker than me.

Jodie and me were fascinated and turned on while we watched Annie seducing Dallas, alternately glancing at the two b-sexual women and each other while masturbating for our mutual pleasure.

Dallas had never looked more fuckable for a woman lover, her whole body and persona brimming with sexual desire as she returned Annie’s tongue kisses. The two women sliding their nipples against each others. Dallas admiring Annie’s larger tits as they did, one of her turn ons, a female lover with tits larger than hers while Annie had her hands all over Dallas’s big ass.

My voyeuristic streak was in overdrive watching two beautiful lip stick women making love while glancing at Jodie masturbating for the two women and me, the size of his huge, thick erection an extra turn on for me.

“You know I love being licked, do it for me Annie. Like that, just like that, exactly like that, my clit loves it, so does my cunt lips. You are good, so good.”

I had deliberately set out to attempt to give my lady Dallas her ultimate ideal of sexual perfection today. Bearing in mind her usual reply, “You will be the first to know, hopefully while you share it with me.”

Right at that moment I did want to share Dallas’s ultimate ideal of sexual perfection. I wanted to combine the sexual pleasure of watching Annie, her bi-sexual lover giving her cunnilingus, an exquisite tongue fuck, while she watched Jodie and me masturbating. Dallas does love to watch a hung man masturbating and Jodie was exceptionally well hung.

I also wanted her to suck Jodie’s erection, give him a head job, just as he did, while Annie was tongue fucking her. He had the biggest erection I had ever organised for her – and for my own visual pleasure, the wonderful optics a bonus turn on for all of us.

Dallas and me had both lost any sexual inhibitions long ago. I wanted to be part of her sexual pleasure, hopefully her ultimate sexual pleasure while I shared it with her. The four of us enjoying the sexual tension as she gently grasped Jodie by the balls before she ran her tongue around the tip of his erection.

It wasn’t the first time I had masturbated while watching Dallas in a similar sexual situation, though this was the best, by far the most exciting. My cock was so hard watching her give my buddy Jodie a head job while watching Annie fucking her with her tongue.

All the while trying to conceal the cunning plan I had made with Jodie, the arrangement I had made for my own sexual pleasure and Dallas’ sexual pleasure.

Dallas has watched me give fellatio to another man, and another man give me fellatio, cock sucking, a head job, though never while another woman was tongue fucking her. Though it didn’t happen that day, I was so hard, so horny, watching my lady giving and receiving sexual pleasure with Dallas and Annie.

I was so hard and horny, right on the edge, the vein in my erection bulging, desperate for sexual relief. I just couldn’t hold back any longer, masturbating in a frenzy, the oil on my erection splashing, two naked women glancing at me as I groaned, ready to blow. When Jodie masturbated in sync with me, the sight of his huge, swollen cock was the trigger I needed for an incredible orgasm.

In the shared afterglow I was so pleased when Dallas told me loud enough for Annie and Dallas to hear, “Sexual perfection honey, I told you, you would be the first to know, while you shared it with me.”

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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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