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I had liked my friend tiana since we were 14, we always hung out and she was the only person who understood me. Soon, whenever I masturbated I would think of her. She has huge tits and a nice figure I always imagined fucking her. one day when we were 16, I couldn’t take it any longer!!! She came to my house and nobody was home. I took my chance. we went up to my room and as soon as we got there I tackled her onto my bed. ” what are you doing?” she said. “I love you!” I said. I then have her the most passionate kiss I could without fainting. she go up and ran out. I was confused.

In school the next day she avoided me until 5th hour when she handed me a note. it read: come to my house after school. I followed her command. as soon as I reached the door she yanked me inside, locked the door, and kissed me. “I want you so bad” she said. I was so wet I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything like this before. she took me hand and I followed her to her room. she striped to just her thong so Isis the same. She pushed me onto the bed then went to her dresser. she came back with a purple vibrator. she took of my thong and started rubbing my clit. rubbing her fingers through my juices. she turned on the vibrator and began rubbing it up and down my slit. I was already about to climax when I started moaning she used the vibrator into my sopping wet cunt and stole my virginity. I gasped and she stopped momentarily I gave her a smile and she continued pumping my cunt. I moaned and squirted all over her chest as she giggled. as soon as I recovered I turned to face her. I moved forward on the bed and positioned the vibrator between our cunts after removing her undies. I was just copying what I’ve seen on porn videos. we both started grinding on the vibrator and our best friends pussy. we both orgasmed very quickly.

I was about to shove my fingers in her pussy when we heard the bedroom door open. Tianas dad was standing there in shock. all three of us were frozen until I stood up, went over to my best friends dad, and began undoing his pants. “what are you doing!?” he asked. I just continued. why shouldn’t he get to join the fun? soon I had his pants around his ankles and his big hard cock in my mouth. Tiana came over and started helping me get her dad to cum. Im not sure why but I really wanted to taste his cum.

“I’m gonna cum!” he said, so I began moving faster until he squirted his load into my mouth I swallowed everything. It was great! I went and layed back on the bed. I wanted to fuck my friends dad. he came over but was a little unsure. I smiled as he straddled me. he slowly pushed his cock in me and I moaned and bit my lip. he was soon in me slowly pumping. Tuana ce over and say raddled me face and I began licking up and down her clit. We were all moaning and grunting. we all came within seconds of each other.

Tianas dad ran out of the room ashamed of what had happened. Tiana and I traded ositions as I straddled her wet face. she slowly licked up and down my slot testing my ass. too soon she entered my cunt and too soon I was moaning and squirting again. we just layed there for about an hour. we were both exhausted and glowing. ” this has been the best day of my life” I told her. she looked at me and smiled.

sadly, I had gotten a text from my mom that I had to get home. I was upset. I put my clothes on and walked to my house around the corner. I was up late the night thinking over the day which made me horny. I got a brush and started pumping my pussy fast and hard. I was imagining tianas dad. I kept masturbating for hours whenever i could and came 5 times that night. I was up for the next three night fantasizing and dreaming about what would happen if there was a next time. I would masturbate whenever I had a chance and paid no attention in school for the rest of the week. it was my first time with anybody and the first, but not last, adventure with my best friend. we had many more adventures with friends, boyfriends, and even complete sstrangers. after our first time together we turned to complete whores. even now, we meet one or twice a week to fuck.

comment: should I tell more of our stories?

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This is part one of a story about an older woman that craves the attention and sexual abuse of black women

My Black Lesbian Traveling Companion

Chapter 1

Sue is a woman in her early 50s, and single, she has had several intimate relationships with men, but has always had an interest, although subdued in other women and secretly her fantasy is to be used and sexually abused by a young black woman! . She is an attractive “Full figured woman” with incredibly large 38” DDD tits and looks a bit younger than her age. She had recently been hired as an advertising agent which in itself was quite remarkable for this time in her life, but this was mostly do to her female bisexual friend who was the wife of a principle in the business. One of her first assignments for this couple in the business, was a trip to the states and to the big city of Chicago.

She had packed her clothing and the required things to attend this advertising seminar, and a few personal items. Had put on some “Bright red lip gloss” and decided to wear what she thought was a reasonably modest short pleated skirt with a white matching top, and “No bra”!. This modest skirt on on a 5′ 6” tall full figured woman that had a round shapely bottom and big breasts, with no support, would not be so modest after all! . She had worn the shoes, a present this couple had given her, they were a new pair of “Shinny bright red 3” heels”, and in a color that matched her glossy red lips!

The top and especially the heels made her feel, attractive sexy, and younger. A bit like a “Slutty call girl” as her large “Breasts with her big nipples” plainly showed through the tight thin fabric! Sue had never considered herself attractive, more of a plain older woman. But this couple along with several of her female friends and especially some of the “Men at the adult arcade”,a place where she had been taken a number of times had shown her, that a “Naked or nearly naked submissive woman even an older one” could be more than appealing and attractive!

One of her favorite things in the arcade was a kind of “Tit glory hole”! She would be taken to one of the booths stripped naked bound and blindfolded with her big tits sticking through two holes that placed them out in the hall way so that when customers would walk by on their way to the other booths they “Could play with and abuse them”! This couple would then take selected customers in to the both both male and female and let them play with Sue’s bottom and pussy while she was bound and could not see, this had always made her so wet and randy!

She had decided to wear her mac so it would cover her where she went to and from the plane. That way in Chicago or if she had to go anywhere on the airport, to her hotel, her thin top and short dress would not be so obvious or much of a problem.

Someone had told her that Chicago could be much like the “UK was rainy and wet a lot of the time”, so with this coat, she would be ready? With all of her things packed and, as an after thought she decided to bring her “Modest pocket rocket”! This was her favorite vibrator and had been a close and very intimate personal friend for some time especially when she was by herself, the two had become quite inseparable!

But where to put it? She was in public normally, a reserved older woman , and this being her first trip out of the U K had no real world experience about air travel on an airliner or even what kind of security measures would be in force at the airport. She had heard that some sort of X-Ray machine was used to inspect the luggage for bomb threats. But was unaware that most airlines and airports also had all sorts of security measures in place such as scanners, and metal detectors that checked everyone, some even required a body search! So she reasoned that all the things in her suitcase would not cause a problem, but her pocket rocket, now that was another matter, where would she put it?

She had decided to “Just stick it up her pussy”, once past her mature pelvic opening it would slip right in, and pretty much stay there! All she had to do was wear a tight fitting thong that would hold it in just in case? Once the vibrator was up inside her, it was mostly rubberized plastic and she thought it would not be a problem?.

Besides, she had done this before while sinfully and adventurously playing around in the different adult arcades another thing this couple liked to do with her. The buddy booths were her favorite and they delighted in having her strip then would “Turn it on stick it up her pussy” and then hold her hands behind her back and march her around the dark halls of the arcade in front of others where they could watch “Her helplessly orgasm” and play with her! She especially liked the places they took her because other woman and “Occasionally a black woman” not just men loved to sexually abuse her!
She had used it in the past when she wanted to “Get off “, and pleasure herself while watching a certain perverted movie or in the company of other “Kinky women”. She had also done the very same thing when she was on her way to flash someone in the park, walking in the lanes or at the train station!. It had worked well before, had caused little problem and no one seemed to notice? Besides it was a real shock for others to see an older woman like her openly expose herself, and it made her feel oh so sexy.

So, she thought that on the long plane trip she could fantasize about her most perverse sexual feelings, and pleasure herself by just putting her folded mac over her lap! She had already started to think about all sorts of kinky sexual pleasures and the results the rocket could help provide.

This couple had taken her early that morning to Heathrow to see her off and wish her well. Sue had been to the ticket counter check in, the flight was a British Airways 747 direct jet service from London to Chicago, She had checked her one bag, her female partner had hugged and kissed her goodbye, and had left her in one of the long lines that everyone has to go through for a personal security check! She had her purse with the usual girl stuff lip gloss make up spending money, along with a zip up business folder, her passport and hotel and travel arrangements.

She had not brought any carry on luggage, and had removed her red hi heels as instructed , then placed them along with her purse folder mackinaw in the security tray. She was then guided through one, of several metal detectors “That promptly went off”!

This was a normal thing that happened quite often, and at first no one paid much attention, but after the third time through with more and more people held up behind her, “Obviously something was wrong”, and a rather large crowd had gathered to watch! This had made Sue already dressed in a rather skimpy outfit the center of “Embarrassed attention”. The security agent had told her to hold her hands up high over her head each time she went through. There is just something about an “Attractive large breasted woman” even an older one wearing no bra in a tight fitting top and short pleated skirt. The fact that she was wearing only a “Thong” under it, and with her hands in the air this along with the bright red lip gloss seemed to attract more than just casual “Attention”! This scrutiny had left her fair milk white British skin quite flush!

It was pretty obvious to all who were watching, that the thin white top, and what they could see of her tiny thong, had left a lot of her bare bottom showing especially with her hands up, and the short skirt was now higher than ever. This provided little in the way of modesty, much less was able to hide something more sinister under it. Whatever was setting off the detector, “Pardon the pun” apparently was more than just skin deep! Things became even more embarrassing as in her twisting, turning and the tightening of her pubic muscles, as she went back an forth through the detector, had somehow “Turned it on”!…..

The results were predictable, as she squirmed around with her big breasts and bottom giggling obscenely! At first she just tried to “Squeezed her thighs and pubic muscles together as tight, as she could”! She of course, was unable do this for very long, and the fact she was already horny from her erotic thoughts along with being helplessly stimulated, embarrassed, and now close to orgasm in front of a large crowd of strangers? All were looking at her most intently, as if she was having some sort of mild erotic seizure! “This perverse display had culminated only moments later with a trembling spine tingling orgasm”!…

One of the female security agents obviously sensing she had some sort of female trouble?.. At first asked her,.. “Lady,.. lady,… are you all right”? Sue as she “Gasped” for breath was barely able to speak still shaken said yes, she was okay,.. just fine! This woman now sure that there was a problem, had led her away from the crowded security area and into a small and more discrete room off the concourse where full body scans and intimate searches were conducted!

Once in the room a less than friendly big black matron of a security agent had told her to remove her “Clothes”! Sue still trembling from the helpless orgasm and scared to death with the vibrator still doing its thing, hesitantly did as she was told! This woman then took a body scanner and proceeded to run it over Sue’s naked body.

Nothing happened until it reached her bare bottom. At this point the device started to hum, the woman told her put “Your arms up and turn around”! When Sue did this, her big breasts were even more sinfully exposed! The woman then stuck the scanner directly on the small triangle patch of her thong! As she did so the scanner went “Nuts, squealing and warbling” as if it had hit some sort of perverted gamblers jackpot!

She, then pushed her towards a desk and told her to bend over ! With several other black male security guards looking on she hooked her fingers in the waist band of the “Thong, and unceremoniously jerked it down, easily ripping it off”, leaving it in several pieces!

This was followed by Sue having another embarrassing shameless muscle squeezing “Orgasm as she stood bent over trying to hold it in, now naked and in front of everyone”! This big black woman with a satisfied smirk on her face now watched Sue’s “Vibrator still buzzing intently” slowly squeeze out of her, now very wet and over stimulated mature full lipped pussy! She grabbed the offending item and expertly shut it off apparently having seen one before! She then gave Sue several very painful bare handed “Whacks on her milk white bottom” and scolded her like a young school girl that had been caught masturbating! Then was told to get dressed and was handed her now silent vibrator along with the remnants of her very wet thong! Both were now safely wrapped in a clear plastic bag!

With Sue rubbing her sore bottom the woman in a booming voice, that could be heard out in the terminal concourse said that she, Sue would have to hand carry this item on board the plane and through every security inspection point, and present it for close inspection to any agent that asked! Followed by, you are free to go! Sue now even more embarrassed, and beet red was escorted back to the security line and with no thong or the offending item to cause trouble, as both were now safely in the bag on the tray with her purse, folder and mac! Headed through the x-ray machine, and visible to anyone that cared to look! This time she easily went through, the now silent detector!

Once through security, was worried she might miss her plane as she hopped along. Her “Big breasts still unrestrained” were something to see as she skipped from one foot to the next slipping on her new red heels, and then hurrying along down the concourse with the purse and folder in one hand, and her mack and the plastic bag in the other. Her “short skirt was flying” and barely covering her now totally “Bare bottom” as she went, much to the enjoyable delight of any male or female that was directly behind her! She had barely made it to the departure gate, and the British Airways agent had, after checking her boarding pass reopened the ramp to the aircraft entrance! All of the passengers were already seated and the plane was ready to push back for departure.

To those watching she was the the older revealingly dressed woman, the one who had caused all of the considerable commotion earlier! So all eyes were on her, she was most certainly under dressed in this rather revealing outfit, that clearly accented the “Nipples “of her big breasts, she finally made her way to the assigned seat in coach.
Her seat was in the middle between a young attractive reddish haired black woman setting next to the window , and a young man, probably in his early 20s that had the aisle seat. In coach class this left everyone close and seated tightly together. It also had required Sue to practically climb over him! He was young, and “No gentleman,” making no effort whatsoever to move, get up or easily let her by!

He though, was more than surprised when she had little choice but to stick her bare full figured bottom directly in his face as she attempted to wiggle passed! Once by, she had reached up, and opened the overhead storage bin that was already crammed full! She had tried to stick her purse folder and the plastic bag in, and then latch the door! After struggling with it, one of the stewardess’s tried to assist, and as she did “The bag popped out”! The stewardess “Grabbed it” and with big eyes at the discovery of what it was, quickly handed it to Sue! After which the stewardess was able to latch the overhead, the planes engines were starting, and with the push back procedure complete, was told to set down! Sue had tried to “Protest”, with the bag and its obvious content now in her hand,and visible to everyone, but the stewardess would have none of this, and told her again even more sternly to “Set down, be quiet, and buckle up”!

Sue was now more “Embarrassed “than ever, although the young man did not seem to have any idea what was in the bag? Her thong now folded up inside along with the vibrator, had made its true function a bit less apparent! The black woman with the most beautiful green eyes, gave her a “Knowing smile” as she looked her straight in the eye. Sue was wondering, did she just “Wink at me”,..and.. was not sure as she looked back at her for a moment and then quickly away?

The aircraft’s take off departure and climb to its cruising altitude was uneventful. She relaxed a bit with her folded mac now on her lap and under it the bag, still “Tightly clutched in her hand” ! After the seat belt sign was turned off and the announcement made she was able to relax even more, but was still wondering what in the world she was going to do with it? The young man after his initial shock did not seem to be bothered at all by what had happened, had ordered a head set donned it and had promptly gone to sleep!. It was going to be a long flight about 8 hrs depending on the jet stream and the weather over the North Atlantic!

The following is what Sue later described about her plane trip, to her female friend and business partner as to what had happened to her on this flight and while in Chicago!

. The attractive black woman with reddish colored hair and the beautiful green eyes was looking at me again. I think she told me her name, and said that I was a very attractive woman and that it was very nice to see one that was not afraid to dress so revealing and to show that older women could be sexy attractive and desirable!

But it was the way she said it that even I somehow knew its true meaning and that this woman was being more than just friendly! I don’t remember what she said after that or what we talked about, I Just sat there saying little staring straight ahead. I was speechless by what she had said and the fact that she was so beautiful!. She had asked for a drink as the stewardess took orders, saying that it helped calm her nerves and relax when she flew as flying always worried her!

When the drinks arrived she had slipped her hand under my mac and had placed it quite firmly on the inside of my bare thigh as she leaned over me to get her first drink. She apologized, as one of her firm young breasts brushed against my face!

I tried to give her some room, “But her hand did not leave my thigh and apparently had no intention of doing so”? The conversation continued as she asked my name, and where in the states I was headed. I told her, still wondering about her hand, but made no effort to push it away? She then commented on what a “Charming English accent I had”, and went on to say that she had been in England on business and was returning to Los Angles with a stop in Chicago. Commenting offhandedly that I had caused quite a “Stir,” as she characterized it. An enjoyable one at that, she said and a diversion in the normally dull and busy airport terminal. Her hand still hidden under my mac “Squeezed my inner thigh higher harder, and closer to my already stimulated private’s than it had been before” as her elbow was now next to my ribs!

I did not know what to say, and just sat there “Frozen” with my face flush once again! She said as she flashed me a knowing smile with those beautiful eyes of hers,..saying “Things like that happen”! Her hand had now in its travels upward felt the plastic bag and had “Grabbed hold”! “In shock I had loosened my grip” and this woman easily pulled it from my hand and out from under my mac, and was now “Eying” it very closely! I was absolutely mortified and paralyzed with fear that this beautiful woman, the one I just met, had in her hand, two of my most “Private intimate personal possessions” !

Noting my discomfort, and in a very matter of fact and disarming way said, Oh don’t worry my “Dear”,.. I have one just like it! Only mine is much “Bigger”! Saying as she rolled her eyes in a “Pleasurable sigh”, that hers was quite powerful and would I like to try it in the ladies room? Going on to say “Jokingly”, I don’t think it would set off the smoke alarm! That way she said I could then, join “The mile high club”, although only by self infliction! I was speechless and wondering what the mile high club was? I could not believe that this woman , the one I had just met for the first time would say something like this to a total stranger!

But if this was not bad enough, she again eyed the “Thong” as she opened the bag and pulled it free! It was still quite damp,…she said with a sheepish grin. I wear these or mostly nothing, holding the fabric up to her nose first smelling the “Feminine aroma”, and then “Devilishly licking” the wet triangle, puckering a bit and then sucking the wet moisture lovingly through the thin fabric and into her pursed lips!… This triangle, was the part that had been next to my most intimate place!

My “Heart was pounding” as I tried not, to let what she said or,.. had just done bother me! Then, she reached under the seat, in front of her, and grabbed her purse. Pulling it up and sticking both in, saying that she would be more than happy to keep them safe for me! Her hand then returned to the same place on my thigh under my mac! At first she just inched my skirt up a little, and then a little more, as her apparently well trained fingers finally found my bare and now very wet pubic folds!

This attractive young woman continued casually talking about England, the States, Chicago and the kind of business she was in, still with one hand on me. She skilfully maneuvered her fingers, turned slightly had found my “Big meaty clitoris with one hand”, while the other was holding a drink as if what she was doing was just a normal and natural thing! Again I could not remember one thing she said, my eyes were getting bigger and bigger as I stared straight ahead ,..and then! OMG! It was all I could do, not to move, I tried to “Clinch my thighs together” , but with her hand down there and very busy all this did was make things worse!

I placed my hand “Over my mouth bit my lip and was helplessly pleasured once again”, from the result of her most intimate and apparently expert touch! I just set there trembling in shock not believing what had just happened, as she said my goodness you are so wet, and such a dear, as she pulled her hand free licking her wet fingers one at a time, saying ah..so sweet, I could just ,…”Eat you”!..

I was still in shock , all of this had taken place with her still holding her “Glass and she had not spilled a drop”!. I just sat there having no idea what to say or do, almost numb,…well not really numb, but close!. I still could not believe what she had just done and of course almost choked on the words she had said, “Eat me”! The stewardess was back, as this woman ordered another “Drink”.. My mouth was dry and I needed something!. Then she asked the stewardess to bring her a blanket, when the blanket came she folded it up and placed it on her lap and had taken the next drink and quickly downed it!

Oh my goodness I thought, in less than two hrs I have already had “Three incredible orgasm’s”, whats next! I certainly did not have long to wait, it was still early morning, but since we had just experienced such an intimate experience together. I easily relaxed in her company and started to feel as if I had known her all my life, becoming more comfortable by the minute. After I finally settled down the words she said earlier I had paid little attention to, now started to make sense. Her name was Lena , she lived in Long Beach in a condo overlooking the Pike, and the pacific ocean ,was divorced had no children and was in the novelty business!

I almost choked as she told me that it was a “Sex novelty business”, and had pulled a small brochure out of her purse and discreetly thumbed through several pages, lingerie, spiked heels, adult C/Ds, sex toy’s and of course she had to show me a picture of her vibrator! But one of the pages had left me speechless! It was of life like male organs, strap on “Dildos” and the one picture that was so ironic that it depicted, was the exact one, that of notorious black slave the one that my female partner had threatened to use on me to quench my desire for “Big black strap on’s”!

Sometimes things happen for a reason and I guessed that wow! The forces of the universe along with incredible coincidence had conspired to not only put us on the same plane, it had also seated us next to one another! From that point on we talked about everything, mostly about our intimate feelings. I really opened up about my entire life and especially the things about sex and the appeal for kinky sex, with other women not mentioning that I longed to be helplessly used and abused while in the company of black women. This was one of my most delicious fantasy’s, and also telling her that this was my first trip to the states and that I knew no one there.

She seemed quite interested by all I had told her. She then made a comment that in her business she traveled to Chicago quite often and that she had many friends there. She then went on to say that Chicago was very liberal city especially when it came to the acceptance of alternative life styles and they easily excepted the sale of sex toys and novelties in most all of the adult business’s and surrounding area’s.

Lena also said that she would see about “Hooking me up with several of her kinky friends” while I was in Chicago! The young man next to me had been sleeping most of the time not paying any attention to us only waking up to eat. And go to the men’s room, an opportunity that I needed to take also now that he was gone for the moment..

We talked for hrs, and had a less than tasty coach lunch along with more drinks to the point where I was getting sleepy. Since I had been up late and with all of the excitement had slept little last evening. Even though it was now early afternoon most of the cabin lights were out and many people were sleeping or trying to, in order to reduce the effects of jet lag and all of the time zones we were crossing!

Lena still had the folded blanket on her lap, had taken my hand and had guided it under her blanket, she was wearing a woman’s reserved business suit and had unzipped the side nearest me! With her hand clutching several of my fingers, had taken them further through the suit’s opening and had continued guiding them into her panties and directly to her clit! “Yes, we touched each others clits with our fingers”!

She had the most amazing “Clit it was a bit larger than mine”, the warm fleshy membrane and hood it was attached to was much longer than mine. It felt so wonderful to touch, as my imagination about a black woman’s clit was everything I thought it would be. I felt her thighs barely trembling as she squeezed them together again, and again! I thought she got off but if she did, was able to show little emotion at least to me as her eyes were closed and she had the most blissful look of pleasurable satisfaction on her face! Slowly and with her incredible clit comfortably in my hand, I fell off into a deep sleep!

Several interesting and erotic dreams that I cannot remember were quickly lost in my subconscious sleep. Then I am abruptly wakened by the stewardess as she shakes me and tells us to fasten our seat belts and to adjust the seat for the landing!

I am randy from the dream ,relieved on one hand, but disappointed that I will never know how it ends,..as I was so close!. But this is the way most dreams end! Lena also awake has pulled my hand out of her business suit and is straightening up as if nothing inappropriate has happened.

The approach and landing end with a slight bump, great pilots. The plane is early and ahead of schedule I have almost two hrs to kill before the shuttle to my hotel is suppose to pick me up. The airplane is at the gate and stopped. All of the passengers are deplaning. The young man next to me is in a hurry, is quickly up and one of the first to leave.

I have gotten all of my things together from the overhead and so has Lena who is close behind.
I have to go to the ladies room, but Lena needs to go even worse, she has drank twice as much as I! But I really needed to go pee now! We have left our things at the arrival gate with the agent and I am on my way, before I know it, Lena is beside me and has grabbed my hand. I wasn’t sure what to do. Why is it that we girls always want go to the ladies room together? She says with a laugh!.

Chicago’s O’ Hare International Airport is one of the busiest in the nation if not the world so when we finally are in there, it is full. We wait a little while, and try to make small talk as I dance around. I told her how much I enjoyed our conversation. She tenderly touches my cheek and tells me that it was so nice of me to say. When one of the stalls become free,she grabs my hand and before I know it, practically drags me in, saying that we are both girls!

It was a tight fit in there,but I really needed to go, so she let me go first. She was in front of me so we had to squeeze round each other. It was a bit awkward because of my rather large breasts, as she pressed quite close against me! Her bottom was back against the door. I felt my big nipples get hard when we touched, and this feeling made me even more flush again!.

I lifted my short skirt, and sat down on the potty. As I did, she started to raise her business suit skirt and inched it up over her hips. She was taller than me, and her pussy with that incredible clit of hers that I could now see plainly was only inches from my face. I was fascinated though, as it was everything I had imagined a young black woman would be like! It was completely shaved just like mine, hers was bare and had the most tantalizing brown skin surrounding it!.

You know, really nice, the inner lips were pink and seemed to be a bit swollen. It just seemed like a natural thing for me to do “As I took a big mouthful of her clit and lips something I had fantasized about doing to black women numerous times”!
I was beginning to feel much warmer now sucking and trying to hurry up peeing at the same time, but my attention was not focused on relieving myself, and you know how hard that is when you’ve had more to drink than you should, and have been holding it for some time. So my little pee hole was being quite bashful.

I finally had done my business, this took a little time as well. I was not surprised that my pussy was really perked up down there from erotic thoughts and the attention it had received and that I was now giving to Lena’s succulent pussy. She was squirming and “Kind of dancing around, as I nibbled on her clit”! She was biting her lip at the same time I was biting her, and her thighs were now squeezed tightly together, so I knew “She really had to go bad “and was doing everything she could to keep from peeing in my mouth!. So I reluctantly turned her loose and I stood up. We were touching closely together again as we turned and switched places.

My white pleated skirt was still up above my hips leaving me totally bare below the waist in these tight quarters . I started to bend down, but bumped my big bare bottom on the door and lost my balance! I fell towards her. She put her hands up to stop me from falling, “Her hands grasped both of my big breasts and then easily pinched my hard nipples”. Oh, I’m sorry, she said “Quite sarcastically I think these could stand some real abuse, smiling at the same time as she pinched them again even harder”! I winced and heard her start to pee, and tried mumbling something apologetic like it was my fault!

Here, she offered, let me help you! Her arms went forward to help! But instead of helping, “She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me towards her”, and all of a sudden, she was lovingly kissing my slit! My hands were on either side of the stall and I was blankly staring at the tile on the wall behind the porcelain. On the wall in this stall someone had written, “For a good suck job call “and a number was written under the graffiti! I could not believe “How ironic these word were”? Then she started to expertly tongue me!

OMG! OMG! She could teach anyone a thing or two about sucking a woman’s pussy! Her tongue and then lips were on my puffy mature mound first kissing , and then she sucked my meaty labia lips into her mouth followed by running her tongue up and down the inside of my slit! I was still standing there with my eyes half closed starting to feel really good!. My mouth was dry but still with the taste of her, I kept trying to swallow. But she was expertly going round and round my swollen clit with her tongue, and my knees were starting to feel very weak, not to mention how very wet I was getting.

I was pushing harder against her “Lips “and had grabbed the back of her head to steady my self and keep me upright. She slowly was able to run her tongue up to my clitoris. When “She touched it, I really thought I was going to collapse right on top of her”. She began circling round my clit,again teasing with her tongue and then started sucking it, with a mouth full. “Then she would pull it roughly from one side to the other”!. I was holding my breath, and could hear voices, running water, and the noise of paper towels being pulled from the dispenser in the stall next to us and then the toilet flush. I was concerned that someone might figure out what we were doing in there and complain?

My pubic muscles were contracting so much from her aggressive sucking. I opened my eyes as I felt some movement and saw her with little concern use one hand, to lift my leg at the knee. So she could pull me closer, she bent down further and turned her head slightly to get under me better. Then she slid her tongue just inside my now juicy opening, followed by taking a very firm lip lock on my poor swollen clitoris! “I was gasping and my heart was pounding even harder”. I could feel my pelvic muscles contract again even tighter! And could not help myself from squealing “Ow, wee!, Oh,! Oh!, O! very loud as another wonderful orgasm flooded from and through my over stimulated mature body”! It was all I could do to keep from falling as I clutched her head tightly standing on one leg and holding her to me!….

I was “Really panting” and she was still licking and sucking trying to get all of what I had just released as she pushed her nose against “My love button”, my hands just sort of reached up and gripped the tops of the stall on either side just in time for me to push forward with my second trembling orgasm. I’m sure the noise I made was heard through out the entire ladies room?, but now I did not care OMG! “Five times I had been pleasured and the last two were some of the best sexual orgasms I had ever ever experienced in my entire life”!

I was horny as hell and this woman knew exactly what to do, with me! After which Lena took a big handful toilet tissue and stuck it up my pussy and left it there for a moment before pulling out the soaked remnants. Then she patted my mound and gave it a quick kiss, pulled down my skirt and put her hands on my hips pushed me back so she could stand up. I heard her tear off some more tissue as she wiped her wet pussy lips. I was at the perfect height, she directly in front of me., and then she took my face in her hands and kissed me. Her tongue and mine tasted each other, . It tasted “Wonderful with my female secretions and the smell of her and my feminine ambiance as she kissed me again slowly deeply as her tongue worked its way in even more lovingly”!……Lena was maybe 30 yrs old had a great body was very attractive and had the most beautiful green eyes! I was in awe as to what had just happened and could not believe that it did!

Lena then said, that was okay wasn’t it? I nodded my head unable to speak. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I was able to stand on my own. The ladies rest room was still a busy place, as we left the stall hand in hand, those that were near gave us a most unusual look? I was instantly embarrassed, But Lena just giggled, and pulled me to her again and gave me another even more passionate kiss right in front of them! Then she tugged me off and out of the ladies room to the astonishment of the women who had been watching!.

Once back on the concourse she whispered into my ear: thank you, and that what we had just experienced together was wonderful, and we should do it again soon! I blushed again trying to express the incredible feelings that I had, and that this young attractive black woman had given me. She apologized and hurried off to catch her plane to Los Angles and as she did so thrust a card in my hand saying that this was a friend of hers in Chicago that would be more than happy to take care of me or my sexual needs while in the city.

Continued in Chapter Two

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A summoning spell goes horribly wrong…

She wakes up. She grumbles and groans at her alarm clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the “snooze” button on the side. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red covers and onto the floor.

The three room apartment is an absolute mess, just like its tenant. She stumbles to her feet and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to brighten her morning. She is only met with the dreary grey smog that blanketed her small town. With a roll of her eyes and a disappointed scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of course, she has no care for the gloomy world outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her time. Thirty minutes pass and the door finally opens.

She takes the time to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took residence in the secluded corner of her bedroom. She practices her glare, then she practices her wink and beckon, then she starts to position her waist-length bleached blonde hair in several styles. Her gaze soon drops to her breasts, those round, heavy wonderful things that attract the attention of everyone in front of her. With a lick of her lips, she takes a damp breast in her hand and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped backside. Her free hand travels from her breast to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her fingers barely brush that pink, shaved slit…

…when her alarm clock blares again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly dresses in a matching black set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, tight-fitting tank top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD’s on her chest look even more appealing to the wandering eye; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful mounds of flesh as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a pair of tight jeans, her red fingerless gloves, and her usual knee-high boots, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the sick reality (of being lazy and messy).

She falls to her knees and tosses various clothing items to the side, hoping to find that one book…

“Gotcha,” she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin journal from under a pair of discarded lace panties. She flips through the pages and approaches the mirror again. Under her breath, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she doesn’t understand. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her finger to the flawless reflection and watches.

Felicia, of course, is not that stereotypical blondie slut that goes around having sexual relations with everything that breathes. If you’re hoping for that eventual special guy to pass by for her to drag home and fuck, this isn’t the tale for you. She’s a magician, and not that kind that plays on the stage or for children. This is where her story differentiates from most erotic passages involving a “bangin’ hot blonde”.

She smiles, and she smiles right back. Felicia stood before an exact copy of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that tacky mirror for a reason, and the double that stands before her is that reason.

“I’m gonna go to work,” Felicia starts, keeping in mind that she can’t command her double as a slave; doppelgängers are mimics of their original’s personality as well. “You can lounge around while I go, but you have to clean up the apartment while I’m gone.”

The double smirks and snatches the journal from Felicia’s hand, flipping through the pages randomly. “Can’t I just banish all of this crap away?” the double teases, laying her finger on a scribble of text that read “Black Hole”.

Felicia is already out of the door. The doppelgänger Felicia lets out a long, whiny groan, falling face-first into the unmade bed before her.

—-

Felicia drops her bag at her workbench, plopping herself lazily into her chair. With no work so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of course, she angles herself in such a way that her supervisor doesn’t notice her playing Pokémon while on the job.

“Ten hours left…” she grumbles to herself.

—

The doppelgänger sits herself on the bed, cross-legged with the journal full of spells on her lap. She flips through the pages, musing from spell to spell, looking for something more entertaining than folding.

Summoning, read a subtitle in the journal.

—

“I swear, Liz, I wasn’t playing on my phone this time.”

“This is getting real fucking old, Felicia. You have so much more work to do, and you’re lounging around, doing whatever God knows what on that phone.”

“I wasn’t-“

“You can start with the piano in the front. It’s out of tune.”

—

“Abra… Kadabra,” the doppelgänger says as she motions to the spot on the bed next to her, not looking up from the journal. In a puff of white smoke, a miniature, pink ribbed dildo (that was the size of a toothpick) appears to her side.

An hour has passed. Having nothing better to do other than her chores, the double decides to screw around and try to find something that could help her get off. Those toys hidden in a chest under Felicia’s bed are nothing new to the double. She wants something fun. That dildo she summoned was supposed to be a giant-dicked lizard-man familiar.

She turns the page and her frown curls into a light, mischievous smile as she sees a sketch of a woman with a lovely curved figure and an arrowed, demon tail. The double excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the words underneath the title Demonness Familiar.

—

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their soft lips together once more. Their tongues clash and wrestle; their hands wander and squeeze. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her secret lover. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to yank off those skin-tight jeans to get to that lustful pink flesh. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia’s cunt teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without warning, she slides her tongue into her pussy, eliciting a deep moan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and grabs at the cold wall behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret lovers lay each other on the floor, their faces buried in between the other’s legs. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to make the other cum first. Felicia runs her fingers firmly along Liz’s curvy ass, then gives the delicious cheek a slap, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own pussy drips and leaks sloppily onto the floor; the pair of lips working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, sweet girl-cum.

“I’m cumming~” Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz’s legs. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blonde’s swollen clit and pull it. She responds violently, her body heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely orgasm. Liz cums at the same time, too, her juices spraying all over Felicia’s face.

“Damn, Lizzie,” Felicia giggles with a lick of her lips. “You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”

—

“Mother of God, wha-“

The double can’t finish her sentence; a thick, red appendage thrusts past her lips and into her mouth forcefully. She struggled to remove the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her body and limbs, but to no avail. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her cries silenced and her movements restrained.

She messed up again. This time, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some sort of growth of tentacles, almost as large as her bed. It’s body resembled a red spongy rock, and each tentacle was smooth and coated in thick slime.

The creature curiously probes the double’s throat. Two smaller tendrils rise from the larger one and crawl up her nose. Before she could bite down on the red appendage embedded in her throat in self-defense, it squirts a hot, thick, sweet fluid into her mouth and down her throat. Her struggles come to a halt, and her eyes flutter to a squint. She is brought upright again. The creature pulls its tendrils from her throat and nose, giving her a chance to breathe.

“L… Let me go…” she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy body. This time, a tentacle with a large, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her face. From poking through her body, the creature found this species suitable to bond with, to serve as its next vessel. The double’s eyes widen and she opens her mouth to scream, but the bowl-shaped appendage attaches itself to her face before she can make a sound.

The creature read this human’s biological structure in detail while simultaneously implanting its parasitic mind into her. Her body shakes and quivers violently as the creature manipulates her sex drive to effectively brainwash the woman. Little by little, her mind changes to accept this creature. All resistance is replaced with a glowing passion to serve as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her face as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new comrade with a triumphant smile. Her bothersome jeans are already soaked from those wonderful orgasms she had. She is let down onto the bed, the tentacles assisting in removing the clothes that got in the way.

Scrambling to her hands and knees, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongy creature and into the girl’s dripping orifices, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. The squishy yet firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed girl, her pussy only leaking and tightening from the insane amounts of pleasure. As she reaches to squeeze one of her sensitive tits, another tentacle hovers in front of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the girl wrap around her curves and limbs, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her sensitive spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into complete submission. A tendril finds its way in between the double’s breasts and starts to push itself in and out from between those soft tits.

The creature began pumping its eggs into the double’s womb. These, of course adapted to the human body it just observed, would later play a part in its wonderful plan to spread its seed to more and more humans. The double eagerly accepts this gift, her eyes fluttering as her womb stretches to accommodate the cluster of eggs being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girl, the creature pulls its tendrils from her holes, each with a satisfying “pop!” as they exit. With a smile, the brainwashed doppelgänger rolls over to lay on her back, legs spread wide open, to initiate the next part of the creature’s plan.

—

Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the door closes behind her. The chill wind makes her shudder, as she was still drenched in sweat (and some juices) from a few minutes before. She smiles… Nothing could ruin her good mood from all of that great, steamy sex.

Oh, what a night she’s in for.

—

She groans and rubs her temples as she lay her eyes on the still-cluttered apartment. Clothes are everywhere, and the bed is in even worse condition than it was before. Her doppelgänger is nowhere to be found.

With a scowl, Felicia digs around for her journal of spells. She’ll have to dispel the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing confusion. Just as she finds the correct spell and presses a finger to her mirror…

“That won’t be necessary,” her voice coos as she pushes Felicia against the wall. The double is completely nude, her body shiny with the creature’s slime. Felicia’s journal falls to the ground, its owner helpless and confused.

Felicia struggles and squirms about, opening her mouth to let out a cry for help. The double silences her by pressing her lips to her original’s; her long tongue invading and probing the poor girl’s mouth. Felicia’s eyes widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her arms. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger’s back.

Just as Felicia nearly breaks free from the double’s grip, the two tentacles spurt a warm slime onto her torso and wrists. The slime adheres to the wall and Felicia, rendering her struggles useless.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Felicia cries out as she breaks free from her mirror image’s kiss. The copy merely licks her lips seductively, several more tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around Felicia’s limbs and slithers up her clothes, causing the girl to shudder. A slimy tendril finds its way past her panties and begins rubbing its tip against her slit. A moan escapes her lips; she clenches her teeth to try to ignore the strange waves of pleasure that assault her body. The copy observes the delicious sight before her, her free hand already in between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in small circles.

While Felicia was busy at work with Liz, her double had bonded with the creature she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a number of the creature’s eggs. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the creature’s eggs hatched into a small, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the ways the creature could add humans to its collective hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the body. This newborn tentacle creature was implanted into the double’s pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had different plans for the doppelgänger’s original…

A drop of slime hits Felicia’s cheek from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the growth of tentacles that corrupted her double. It falls to the floor next to the double.

By now, Felicia’s jeans and panties are in a slimy mess on the floor. Her legs are spread open with her double before her, on her knees. Using her fingers, the double spreads Felicia’s swollen pussy lips open, then pushes her tongue into the girl’s sex. The aphrodisiac slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every touch pleasurable, and made her pleasure spots ten times as sensitive. Felicia nearly cums right there, but the double smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to happen next.

The mass of tentacles next to the double starts to shake violently. Felicia can only watch in fear and confusion; the double giggles in excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongy creature ceases its tremors.

The parasite’s main body shoots out from the spongy vessel it had before and buries its bulbous head in between Felicia’s spread legs. Nearly a foot and a half long, the creature’s true form was a worm-like parasite that was randomly covered in fungus-like bulbs. Felicia’s eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her soaked pussy, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her eyes roll up to the back of her head, and her mouth curls into a semblance of a smile as the feelings of the creature inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The slime at Felicia’s hands and torso give way, letting the girl fall to her hands and knees, completely silent. The double walks up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed Felicia stands, giggling happily as she observes her new form. She takes a breast in her hand and squeezes it, her other hand roaming around her body.

“Mm… This form is perfect,” the creature says through Felicia, running a finger gently across her own pussy slit.

“Are you ready?” the possessed double asks, licking her lips.

“Absolutely,” she responds in a sultry tone. Several red tentacles emerge from Felicia’s back, and two burst out from her pussy, hovering idly. The double scrambles to her hands and knees, offering herself up to her possessed comrade.

—

“Hello?”

“Hi, Liz! It’s Felicia.”

“Hey, baby. What’s up?”

She wakes up. She grumbles and groans at her alarm clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the “snooze” button on the side. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red covers and onto the floor.

The three room apartment is an absolute mess, just like its tenant. She stumbles to her feet and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to brighten her morning. She is only met with the dreary grey smog that blanketed her small town. With a roll of her eyes and a disappointed scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of course, she has no care for the gloomy world outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her time. Thirty minutes pass and the door finally opens.

She takes the time to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took residence in the secluded corner of her bedroom. She practices her glare, then she practices her wink and beckon, then she starts to position her waist-length bleached blonde hair in several styles. Her gaze soon drops to her breasts, those round, heavy wonderful things that attract the attention of everyone in front of her. With a lick of her lips, she takes a damp breast in her hand and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped backside. Her free hand travels from her breast to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her fingers barely brush that pink, shaved slit…

…when her alarm clock blares again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly dresses in a matching black set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, tight-fitting tank top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD’s on her chest look even more appealing to the wandering eye; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful mounds of flesh as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a pair of tight jeans, her red fingerless gloves, and her usual knee-high boots, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the sick reality (of being lazy and messy).

She falls to her knees and tosses various clothing items to the side, hoping to find that one book…

“Gotcha,” she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin journal from under a pair of discarded lace panties. She flips through the pages and approaches the mirror again. Under her breath, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she doesn’t understand. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her finger to the flawless reflection and watches.

Felicia, of course, is not that stereotypical blondie slut that goes around having sexual relations with everything that breathes. If you’re hoping for that eventual special guy to pass by for her to drag home and fuck, this isn’t the tale for you. She’s a magician, and not that kind that plays on the stage or for children. This is where her story differentiates from most erotic passages involving a “bangin’ hot blonde”.

She smiles, and she smiles right back. Felicia stood before an exact copy of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that tacky mirror for a reason, and the double that stands before her is that reason.

“I’m gonna go to work,” Felicia starts, keeping in mind that she can’t command her double as a slave; doppelgängers are mimics of their original’s personality as well. “You can lounge around while I go, but you have to clean up the apartment while I’m gone.”

The double smirks and snatches the journal from Felicia’s hand, flipping through the pages randomly. “Can’t I just banish all of this crap away?” the double teases, laying her finger on a scribble of text that read “Black Hole”.

Felicia is already out of the door. The doppelgänger Felicia lets out a long, whiny groan, falling face-first into the unmade bed before her.

—-

Felicia drops her bag at her workbench, plopping herself lazily into her chair. With no work so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of course, she angles herself in such a way that her supervisor doesn’t notice her playing Pokémon while on the job.

“Ten hours left…” she grumbles to herself.

—

The doppelgänger sits herself on the bed, cross-legged with the journal full of spells on her lap. She flips through the pages, musing from spell to spell, looking for something more entertaining than folding.

Summoning, read a subtitle in the journal.

—

“I swear, Liz, I wasn’t playing on my phone this time.”

“This is getting real fucking old, Felicia. You have so much more work to do, and you’re lounging around, doing whatever God knows what on that phone.”

“I wasn’t-“

“You can start with the piano in the front. It’s out of tune.”

—

“Abra… Kadabra,” the doppelgänger says as she motions to the spot on the bed next to her, not looking up from the journal. In a puff of white smoke, a miniature, pink ribbed dildo (that was the size of a toothpick) appears to her side.

An hour has passed. Having nothing better to do other than her chores, the double decides to screw around and try to find something that could help her get off. Those toys hidden in a chest under Felicia’s bed are nothing new to the double. She wants something fun. That dildo she summoned was supposed to be a giant-dicked lizard-man familiar.

She turns the page and her frown curls into a light, mischievous smile as she sees a sketch of a woman with a lovely curved figure and an arrowed, demon tail. The double excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the words underneath the title Demonness Familiar.

—

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their soft lips together once more. Their tongues clash and wrestle; their hands wander and squeeze. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her secret lover. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to yank off those skin-tight jeans to get to that lustful pink flesh. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia’s cunt teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without warning, she slides her tongue into her pussy, eliciting a deep moan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and grabs at the cold wall behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret lovers lay each other on the floor, their faces buried in between the other’s legs. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to make the other cum first. Felicia runs her fingers firmly along Liz’s curvy ass, then gives the delicious cheek a slap, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own pussy drips and leaks sloppily onto the floor; the pair of lips working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, sweet girl-cum.

“I’m cumming~” Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz’s legs. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blonde’s swollen clit and pull it. She responds violently, her body heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely orgasm. Liz cums at the same time, too, her juices spraying all over Felicia’s face.

“Damn, Lizzie,” Felicia giggles with a lick of her lips. “You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”

—

“Mother of God, wha-“

The double can’t finish her sentence; a thick, red appendage thrusts past her lips and into her mouth forcefully. She struggled to remove the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her body and limbs, but to no avail. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her cries silenced and her movements restrained.

She messed up again. This time, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some sort of growth of tentacles, almost as large as her bed. It’s body resembled a red spongy rock, and each tentacle was smooth and coated in thick slime.

The creature curiously probes the double’s throat. Two smaller tendrils rise from the larger one and crawl up her nose. Before she could bite down on the red appendage embedded in her throat in self-defense, it squirts a hot, thick, sweet fluid into her mouth and down her throat. Her struggles come to a halt, and her eyes flutter to a squint. She is brought upright again. The creature pulls its tendrils from her throat and nose, giving her a chance to breathe.

“L… Let me go…” she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy body. This time, a tentacle with a large, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her face. From poking through her body, the creature found this species suitable to bond with, to serve as its next vessel. The double’s eyes widen and she opens her mouth to scream, but the bowl-shaped appendage attaches itself to her face before she can make a sound.

The creature read this human’s biological structure in detail while simultaneously implanting its parasitic mind into her. Her body shakes and quivers violently as the creature manipulates her sex drive to effectively brainwash the woman. Little by little, her mind changes to accept this creature. All resistance is replaced with a glowing passion to serve as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her face as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new comrade with a triumphant smile. Her bothersome jeans are already soaked from those wonderful orgasms she had. She is let down onto the bed, the tentacles assisting in removing the clothes that got in the way.

Scrambling to her hands and knees, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongy creature and into the girl’s dripping orifices, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. The squishy yet firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed girl, her pussy only leaking and tightening from the insane amounts of pleasure. As she reaches to squeeze one of her sensitive tits, another tentacle hovers in front of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the girl wrap around her curves and limbs, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her sensitive spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into complete submission. A tendril finds its way in between the double’s breasts and starts to push itself in and out from between those soft tits.

The creature began pumping its eggs into the double’s womb. These, of course adapted to the human body it just observed, would later play a part in its wonderful plan to spread its seed to more and more humans. The double eagerly accepts this gift, her eyes fluttering as her womb stretches to accommodate the cluster of eggs being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girl, the creature pulls its tendrils from her holes, each with a satisfying “pop!” as they exit. With a smile, the brainwashed doppelgänger rolls over to lay on her back, legs spread wide open, to initiate the next part of the creature’s plan.

—

Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the door closes behind her. The chill wind makes her shudder, as she was still drenched in sweat (and some juices) from a few minutes before. She smiles… Nothing could ruin her good mood from all of that great, steamy sex.

Oh, what a night she’s in for.

—

She groans and rubs her temples as she lay her eyes on the still-cluttered apartment. Clothes are everywhere, and the bed is in even worse condition than it was before. Her doppelgänger is nowhere to be found.

With a scowl, Felicia digs around for her journal of spells. She’ll have to dispel the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing confusion. Just as she finds the correct spell and presses a finger to her mirror…

“That won’t be necessary,” her voice coos as she pushes Felicia against the wall. The double is completely nude, her body shiny with the creature’s slime. Felicia’s journal falls to the ground, its owner helpless and confused.

Felicia struggles and squirms about, opening her mouth to let out a cry for help. The double silences her by pressing her lips to her original’s; her long tongue invading and probing the poor girl’s mouth. Felicia’s eyes widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her arms. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger’s back.

Just as Felicia nearly breaks free from the double’s grip, the two tentacles spurt a warm slime onto her torso and wrists. The slime adheres to the wall and Felicia, rendering her struggles useless.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Felicia cries out as she breaks free from her mirror image’s kiss. The copy merely licks her lips seductively, several more tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around Felicia’s limbs and slithers up her clothes, causing the girl to shudder. A slimy tendril finds its way past her panties and begins rubbing its tip against her slit. A moan escapes her lips; she clenches her teeth to try to ignore the strange waves of pleasure that assault her body. The copy observes the delicious sight before her, her free hand already in between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in small circles.

While Felicia was busy at work with Liz, her double had bonded with the creature she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a number of the creature’s eggs. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the creature’s eggs hatched into a small, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the ways the creature could add humans to its collective hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the body. This newborn tentacle creature was implanted into the double’s pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had different plans for the doppelgänger’s original…

A drop of slime hits Felicia’s cheek from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the growth of tentacles that corrupted her double. It falls to the floor next to the double.

By now, Felicia’s jeans and panties are in a slimy mess on the floor. Her legs are spread open with her double before her, on her knees. Using her fingers, the double spreads Felicia’s swollen pussy lips open, then pushes her tongue into the girl’s sex. The aphrodisiac slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every touch pleasurable, and made her pleasure spots ten times as sensitive. Felicia nearly cums right there, but the double smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to happen next.

The mass of tentacles next to the double starts to shake violently. Felicia can only watch in fear and confusion; the double giggles in excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongy creature ceases its tremors.

The parasite’s main body shoots out from the spongy vessel it had before and buries its bulbous head in between Felicia’s spread legs. Nearly a foot and a half long, the creature’s true form was a worm-like parasite that was randomly covered in fungus-like bulbs. Felicia’s eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her soaked pussy, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her eyes roll up to the back of her head, and her mouth curls into a semblance of a smile as the feelings of the creature inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The slime at Felicia’s hands and torso give way, letting the girl fall to her hands and knees, completely silent. The double walks up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed Felicia stands, giggling happily as she observes her new form. She takes a breast in her hand and squeezes it, her other hand roaming around her body.

“Mm… This form is perfect,” the creature says through Felicia, running a finger gently across her own pussy slit.

“Are you ready?” the possessed double asks, licking her lips.

“Absolutely,” she responds in a sultry tone. Several red tentacles emerge from Felicia’s back, and two burst out from her pussy, hovering idly. The double scrambles to her hands and knees, offering herself up to her possessed comrade.

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“Hello?”

“Hi, Liz! It’s Felicia.”

“Hey, baby. What’s up?”

“Oh, y’know. I was just feeling a little lonely…”

“Mmm, I’ll be right over after I finish up some errands.”

Felicia’s tongue circles her lips as she looks down at her double; her head in between Felicia’s legs, choking down a tentacle that emerged from her pussy.

“I can’t wait.”

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My lady Sarah and me Roger, had agreed to be a sex object for a new partner or partners, female, male or both on a fortnightly basis for the next four Sundays. Agreeing we would alternate providing each other with a new sexual partner or partners for the next four alternate Sunday afternoons, our favourite time for sex.

We know and understand each other’s sexual tastes, sexual preferences, sexual turn ons, and kinky sexual peccadilloes so well, Spanish speakers distinguished the pecadillo, or ‘little sin,’ from the more serious pecado, their term for a sin of magnitude. Apparently these Spanish terms can be traced back to the Latin verb peccare, meaning ‘to sin.’

It was up to me to provide my lady with a new sexual partner or partners on the first Sunday. Asking myself what would she like? What would turn her on while I watched? What would turn me on while she had a new partner or partners? Aware her partner or partners needed to be visually and physically exciting in order to enhance each other’s sexual pleasure.

Mulling over what Sarah particularly likes and prefers for her sexual pleasure, and what I like to share with her for our joint sexual pleasure: Having her pussy licked, by males or females while I watch? High on her preferences. A really well hung man or boy, even bigger than my own thick, nine-inch erection? Also high on her preferences. Having her big ass worshiped? So many likes and preferences for her sexual pleasure.

A man and a woman at the same time? A young girl and a young boy at the same time? A bi-sexual woman the same age as her, two bi-sexual women the same age as her, or perhaps one of them even older Wondering how I might combine her sexual preferences for our joint sexual pleasure and for it to be visually and physically exciting for us both.

At two on the Sunday afternoon Sarah had no idea what I had organised for her. And I had no idea what my buddy Alvin had organised for me. Though both of us were mindful what we had agreed on, to provide each other with a new sexual partner or partners for the next four alternate Sunday afternoons, our favourite time for sex. Again agreeing it had to be exciting for each other’s sexual pleasure, for us both while we watched.

Alvin was a buddy of mine who ran a ‘talent agency’, an escort agency, which provided women and men, teenage girls and boys to wealthy, discriminating clients. He owed me a favour or two, and he had often told me how lucky I was to have Sarah as my lady. Hinting, despite being impotent, he would love to sexually satisfy her. When I passed that information on to Sarah, all she said was, “Really?,” though the look on her face indicated she was excited at the thought.

It was just after two-thirty when my buddy Alvin arrived with Natasha, a most attractive woman Sarah’s age, an obvious lip stick lesbian. Alvin was wearing a black leather outfit, slacks and a jacket, looking every part the handsome blond, rake he is. I was determined to raise the sexual excitement levels for both Sarah and me. A man and a woman for Sarah’s sexual pleasure.

I had explained to Alvin my lady Sarah and me had agreed we would provide each other with a new sexual partner or partners for the next four alternate Sunday afternoons, our favourite time for sex, before I asked him, “Would you like to sexually satisfy my lady Sarah this Sunday Alvin? You know she has a thing about being licked, a fetish even. Though I expect a quid pro quo, something of equal value in return.”

“I would love to sexually satisfy your lady Sarah this Sunday. What would you like of equal value in return? A woman, a man, a teenage girl, a teenage boy?”

“You know me well enough to understand what I would like in a situation like that Alvin. You know Sarah and me are gender fluid. Surprise me, choose for me. Make it physically and visually exciting for the four of us.”

After prostate cancer had put an early end to Alvin’s virility and his career as a male escort, he was now renowned as a sex whisperer. He was a slim, still handsome sixty-year old, silver haired rake, an impotent rake, infamous for his cunnilingus skills, his tongue fucking skills. The other woman was in her early forties, renowned for her bi-sexual skills. Alvin had chosen well, Natasha was a sexually attractive woman.

Earlier at two on the Sunday when Sarah asked me what I wanted her to wear for our assignation, she had no idea what I had organised for her, before I reminded her, “Today is all about you. we agreed for each other to be a sex object for our new partner or partners, female, male or both. Today I want you to be a sex object for Alvin, a sex whisperer. I told him you love being licked, by men and women. I also told him you love an audience. He is looking forward to the challenge.

“I want you to make a dramatic entrance after he arrives, wearing heels, black stockings and a garter belt under your short, black satin dressing gown. I want you to impress him as you flash open your gown to show him your beautiful, shaved pussy. Then turn your back and let your gown fall to your ankles, then flaunt your big ass for him, tempt him to worship it.”

And that was almost exactly how it played out as Sarah flaunted her almost naked body for Alvin, playing the moment to perfection as he worshipped her ass. “Is my ass big Alvin? I love you licking and kissing it while two other people are watching. Tell me what else you are going to do to me? Are you comfortable with my man and a woman watching? Do you like two people watching? I do.”

“I am going to eat you out Sarah. I have wanted to fuck you with my tongue since the first time I met you. And love the other people watching me.”

I had set up a leather lounge chair in front of a large, elaborate gold framed, antique mirror so Sarah could sit in it and watch Alvin tongue fucking her, cunnilingus for her sexual pleasure. I also wanted Natasha to watch Alvin tongue fucking Sarah, to tease her with her naked body, and also to tease me with her naked body.

As Sarah settled herself in the chair, looking at herself in the mirror opposite, she teasingly asked Alvin, “Are you really going to eat me out?” She had one knee pointing to the ceiling as Alvin slowly licked and kissed his way along one wonderful thigh.

“Yes I am Sarah. I want to eat your beautiful pussy, lick your clit, slide my tongue along your cunt lips, while Natasha and your man watch, both of them naked for us. That was a prompt for Natasha and me to undress each other for Alvin and Sarah. I had my hand on Natasha’s naked ass as she slid her hand along my erection, such a tease as Alvin looked up to glance at my erection.

I knew by word of mouth Alvin was renowned for his cunnilingus skills, reinforcing his reputation while I watched him fuck my lady Sarah with his tongue, before I leaned down so Sarah and me could kiss with our tongues, soaking up the vibe of another man tongue fucking her, enjoying the vibe, while Natasha was licking and sucking her engorged nipples. When Natasha leaned down to kiss Sarah with her tongue, at that moment her pleasure was my pleasure.

After what must have been twenty-minutes, Sarah took control, “Lay on the floor so I can sit on your face Alvin.” The visuals were even more exciting, Sarah looking at herself in the mirror, hands behind her head, their only contact Alvin’s fingertips on her big ass, and his tongue on her cunt lips as she used him. Manipulating her her body for maximum sexual pleasure. Natasha kissing her passionately simultaneously, adding to her pleasure each time she climaxed while I masturbated.

Two Sundays later it was Sarah’s turn to provide me with a new sexual partner or partners. Again agreeing it had to be be visually and physically exciting for each other’s sexual pleasure, for us both while we watched. At two-thirty I had no idea what Sarah had organised for my sexual pleasure, or our joint sexual pleasure while she watched.

For the prior ten-minutes Sarah had been almost naked while she oiled my body with oil. Teasing me as she oiled my back, my torso, my nipples, my ass, my thighs, then my cock. Telling me she wanted me to have a rock hard erection when my ‘Sunday afternoon’ arrived. Teasing me when I asked what I could expect for my sexual pleasure, a woman, a girl, a man, a boy?

“When your ‘Sunday afternoon’ arrives I want you to be wearing your sexy, black silk dressing gown. I want you to have an absolute, rock hard boner underneath it before you flash it open for your ‘Sunday afternoon.’”

I did have an absolute boner when I flashed it open for my ‘Sunday afternoon’, Alvin, and a young man, perhaps twenty-years old. I was immediately aroused at the thought of Alvin giving me a head job, a reversal of the tongue fuck I had enjoyed watching him give my lady Sarah two weeks previously. Mindful of his reputation and the way he had looked at my erection when he had Sarah.

Sarah had excelled herself with her choices. The young man had a beautiful body, he was naked, already with an erection bigger than mine. Wonderful eye candy for Sarah and me as he teased his erection with a fingertip.

This time around Alvin was sitting on the armchair, wearing a new leather outfit. The chair sideways to the mirror so he and me could watch ourselves. And also watch the young boy masturbating. Another of Sarah’s fetishes, watching a man masturbating for her, preferably a young teenage boy. She told me later Alvin had organised the boy for her, for us, one of his trainees.

Sarah was naked apart from her heels and a sexy, black cup-less bra, watching Alvin beckon me toward him. My hand on her ass, kissing with our tongues moments after Alvin muttered, “Purple, purple, purple.Alvin had full control of my erection as he repeated the word purple. Something other talented men had done in a similar situation. The word purple naturally contorts your lips into the perfect head-giving pout. The man’s lips are slightly curled and pillowy, making them feel wetter and creating ideal suction.

It was ideal suction, Alvin’s mouth was wet and warm, like a vagina on my rock hard erection. His lips and tongue, living, roving, pieces of sexual pleasure on my thick, nine-inch erection.

It wasn’t the first time Sarah had watched another man give me a head job, though it was the first time while we watched a naked, young man with a beautiful body and an erection bigger than mine masturbating for us.

I couldn’t recall my erection ever being as hard as it was at that moment, throbbing, my erection covered in Alvin’s saliva, while watching the boy tease my balls, suck my balls. A female voyeurs delight for Sarah, watching Alvin and the boy pleasuring me, bi-sexual pleasure.

Sarah was kissing me while I managed the odd, loud, ‘mmm’ to let Alvin and the boy know I was loving receiving head, knowing Alvin and the boy could feel the soft vibration from my voice on my shaft, adding to the experience. The boy looking look up occasionally and making eye contact with Alvin and me. More intimacy and a bonus turn-on for all of us.

Alvin licking and sucking my erection, a combination of both, using his tongue as well, so as not to be stuck in a sucking rhythm. I realised just how good Alvin was, how experienced he was when he practiced breathing with my erection in his mouth. I know from experience, if you are comfortable, sucking air in to tighten the space in your mouth can be incredibly pleasurable. Orgasmic even. Which it was, an orgasm like no other, with Sarah and the boy watching, as he masturbated for us.

Two weeks later when the third Sunday neared I had organised a woman Sarah’s age, one of her casual lipstick lesbian friends and a young girl, perhaps twenty-years old for her sexual pleasure, and my voyeuristic pleasure.

Wonderful sexual tension when it became obvious I wanted Sarah to have both of them. Undressing her so the two women could admire her naked body. Then watching Sarah undress the two women, the older woman first, kissing with their tongues, the twenty-year old watching fascinated before Sarah turned her attention to her, the four of us admiring her beautiful firm young body.

Sarah was on her back on the bed, the young girl sitting on her face while the lipstick lesbian was giving her cunnilingus, an exquisite tongue fuck. The young girl soaking up the pleasure of Sarah’s tongue on her cunt lips as she used her.

Manipulating her her young body for maximum sexual pleasure while she looked down at the other woman giving her cunnilingus, eating her sopping wet pussy. Simultaneously, adding to her pleasure each time she climaxed while I masturbated. So good masturbating while three bi-sexual women were glancing at me.

I had been wondering all week while the fourth Sunday came around what Sarah would organise for my sexual pleasure – and her own sexual pleasure, our shared sexual pleasure. By now in our relationship I knew her well enough to try and second second guess. Perhaps two teenage girls, not quite yet twenty. So comfortable with us sharing their naked bodies.

Though my second guess was not quite correct, there were two teenage girls, not quite yet twenty and a teenage boy.

Sarah had forewarned me less than thirty-minutes before our guests were due, she had invited a teenage boy. Teasing me when she took great delight in telling me, “The boy has been highly recommended to me by one of my married lady friends, Jenni waxed lyrical about the boy. She told me he was huge, magnificent for both her and her husband. And he could get it up three or four times in one afternoon.” A wonderful hint she wanted us both to have the boy.

When the boy arrived with two teenage girls, not quite yet twenty, it promised to be an exciting afternoon for all of us. I was certain Sarah had already planned the connotations of us sharing two girls and the boy. Sexual pleasure with and from two girls and a boy.

The boy Beau was 72-inches tall with an athletic body and he was huge, so impressive, more than magnificent for us both. The girls and me were watching Sarah undressing him, throwing off his shirt, her hands all over his back and torso, sliding his slacks to his ankles, his large cock obvious under his sexy, black jock strap.

Asking Beau to undress her before she removed his jock strap. Her skirt first, apart from her heels and skimpy black thong, she was naked from the waist down, knowing her legs and big ass looked sensational posed like that. Asking the boy Beau, “Does my ass look big? Yes? Then worship it for me, kiss and lick it.”

“That boy is huge, and so thick, he must be twelve-inches,” I told the girls while we watched Sarah finish undressing him, sliding his his sexy, black jock strap to his ankles. Just looking at Beau’s thick twelve-inch erection had aroused my cock to a rock hard erection.

For their young age the two girls were sexually sophisticated, one of them out to seduce Sarah, the other intent on seducing me, both of them aware they were competing with Beau. Or perhaps sharing Beau with us?

This time around it was my turn to sit in the armchair facing the mirror. One of the girls was kneeling between my legs, sucking my cock. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the boy Beau’s huge erection, as he rubbed it over my nipples, then inches from my lips. Tempting, so tempting for me, a boy half my age, with a huge, very erect cock.

My voyeuristic sexual pleasure was in overdrive as I watched Sarah run a hand along Beau’s erection, boosting his ego when she told him, “Your erect cock is magnificent. My man can’t keep his eyes off it. Which of us do you want to have it first?

Sarah teasing me by asking. “Is the boy visually and physically exciting for your sexual pleasure, for us both while we watch him?”

She was behind him, her hands on his face, pushing his lips toward my erection, teasing me, before his lips and tongue found the tip of my erection.

Two months ago my lady Sarah and me had agreed we would alternate providing each other with a new sexual partner or partners for the next four alternate Sunday afternoons, our favourite time for sex. Agreeing it had to be visually and physically exciting for each other’s sexual pleasure, for us both while we watched.

Neither of imagining we would be tempted by an exciting young boy with a huge, thick, twelve-inch erection. Beau was exciting for us both, huge, so impressive, more than magnificent for us both. With our saying a word to each other, confirming your turn on is my turn.

Changing positions, Sarah was behind me, her hands on my face, pushing my lips toward Beau’s erection, teasing me, before my lips and tongue found the tip of his erection.

The optics, the size of the boy’s huge cock, while a young girl was giving me a head job was more than magnificent for us both.

It was a long day, after we showered the two girls watched Sarah give Beau a head job, expert fellatio, the size of his erection a challenge for her, with his hand on my erection while I watched. We positioned ourselves so the two girls could lick Sarah while they watched her bring Beau off. His twelve-inch erection covered in her saliva as Sarah teased and edged him, teasing the rest of us simultaneously.

Half an hour later we watched the two girls fucking Beau, he was insatiable. Recalling what Jenni had told Sarah, “Beau could get it up three or four times in one afternoon.

“Mission accomplished,” Sarah told me the next day. “We watched each other become a sex object for a new partner or partners, female, male or both on a fortnightly basis for four Sundays. Any suggestions for next Sunday? Would you like me to tell you what I have in mind? For you, for me, for us?”

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a lesbian incest affair

Hello. My name is Karin kurosaki and I have problem.

Lately I have been having strange feelings for my twin sister. Her name is Yuzu. We are both 11 years old. It scares me, cause everytime I look at her my heart skips a beat. I get these strange feelings between my legs. I don’t understand it.

It gets worse! Every night I go to sleep, I have dreams about her. We are naked and doing naughty stuff! I wake up feeling hot and my panties are wet and sticky. I can’t even look at her in the face anymore without blushing.

I woke up this morning after another naughty dream where I am licking her between her legs!! I head downstairs after brushing my teeth and washing my face. I can already hear my 15 year old brother Ichigo and our dad fighting. “Dammit dad! Why is it every fucking morning you come running into my room and attack me when I’m just waking up?!” Yelled Ichigo. Dad replies smiling, “It’s all a part of training son! I have to know my boy is strong!! He has a shit-eating grin on his face and it’s only 6:30. It’s going to be a long day. Ichigo red-faced yells, “This isn’t a dojo! It’s a fucking hospital!! “Watch your language in front of your sisters!” Dad replied. I rolled my eyes & said “Like a care what you say, it’s too early in the morning for you guys to be acting stupid.” Dad gasps in horror and turns to a life size poster of our dead mother. “Honey our sweet little girl has turned on her father! Tears run down his face. Will you take that stupid poster down?!! I yell, and stop your fake tears!” A voice of an angel comes from the kitchen. Yuzu walks in and says “Now all of you stop fighting or no one gets breakfast!” Everyone obeys. Yuzu rules the kitchen. I can’t look at her. I look down blushing. Thinking of my dream again. Yuzu looks at me with a worried expression. “Karin, are you OK? Your face is all red.” “I-I’m fine!” I manage to stammer,

The day goes by as normal as you can get in our house, School was boring until I broke a punks nose for lifting my sisters skirt. But the view of her tight little arese with the cute pink panties made me wet!
At home Yuzu is in the bath, dad is busy on the computer. And I just saw Ichigo run out the back dressed in a black robe carrying a huge sword. And running by his side is a short girl with black hair dressed the same. “Strange”, I think. “Is he into cosplay?”

I head for the bath to take Yuzu’s dirty clothes to the wash, when I see those same panties lying on top. I notice a stain in the front. I pick them up and see that it is sticky. I look around and sniff them. “OH GODS!” It smells so good” I thought to myself. I lick the wet spot and it taste even better! I quickly grab them and run into our room. I run to my bed and pull down my shorts and soaked panties. I am lost in her scent and start rubbing myself. I cry out in passion, as my fingers rub over my sensitive slit. I hold Yuzu’s wet panties to my face, licking them as I rub my pussy faster. My nipples are so hard! I pull up my shirt and pinch them.” AHH
!” I cry out. As my orgasm builds. I feel it getting closer. My pussy juices running down my legs as I pinch my nipples and stick my little finger in my pussy. I arch my back as I squirt my cum out. I cry out in a fit of passion “YUZU!!” I hear a knock at the door and I’m startled out of my trance. “Karin?” “Shit! It’s Yuzu!” I think quickly as she comes in. I grab my sheet and pull it over me covering myself. “Y-yes?” I stutter still breathing heavy. “Are you OK?” She asks. “Your face is flushed and your sweating. I think you have a fever. Let me see” “NO NO! I mean I’m fine Yuzu. Just fell asleep and had a bad dream.” I say. “Are you sure?” She asks. “Yes I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Later that night I’m lying on my side pretending to be asleep, but actually berating myself for my dirty thoughts. “She’s my sister! Not to mention a girl! I-I’m not a l-lesbian. I sigh and try to get some sleep. I close my eyes and start drifting off. My mind a confusing jumble of thoughts.
When suddenly I hear my sister making strange moaning sounds in her sleep. “Karin”. I sit upright at hearing her moan my name. “she isn’t! Is she?” About me? My mind thinks back to her panties and the wet spot on them. Maybe I should check on her. She might be having a nightmare. I try to reason with myself. I tip-toe over to her and see her rubbing her little pussy between the sheets! “Karin, yes right there!” she moans. I can’t believe it! She wants me too! No longer scared of my feelings I pull the sheet off of her. Startling her. “Karin!” I look down at her nearly naked body. Her shirt is pulled up over her small breasts and her hand is inside her panties. Before she can say anything else I kiss her deeply. My tounge is in her mouth and we are both moaning. This is no dream, This is happening! I pull her shirt off and strip myself. I suck on her budding breasts and she arches her back moaning. She starts rubbing her pussy against mine as we start humping each other. We are both crying out in lust as our orgasms build, Our nipples rub against each other just like our pussies as we keeps kissing. She grabs my arse pulling me closer as we both cum. Crying out our new love for each other. Unkown to us we are being watched. By a teenage looking girl with black hair. The same one I saw running off with my brother. She is pinching her nipples and rubbing her soaked pussy. But that is a story for another time.

OK everyone. That was my first story. Hope you enjoyed it. Constuctive critisism is OK. NO FLAMES!!

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Ch.5

Chapter 5: Attack of the Lesbians

Warning! There are two versions of this chapter. Because of the serious nature of the content, we have created a “cleaner” version. This is the cleaner version, it doesn’t contain anything more offensive than is seen previously in this series (which isn’t much). If you want the original version it is also posted.

Taylor and Julie awoke during the night, laying together naked on the couch. They looked over and saw Alex asleep, a finger barely still inside her pussy. The girls quietly laughed, and Taylor led Julie toward her room. Taylor pulled the covers back on her bed, where her and Alex had done it earlier. Taylor climbed into bed, Julie right behind her. Taylor pulled the covers up over them, and they hugged tightly together. “Mmm, it’s so sticky here,” Julie said, laughing with Taylor. They both gave each other a quick kiss before drifting back to sleep.
Alex laid on the couch, in a deep sleep. Her dreams were filled with thoughts of Julie and Taylor eating each other out. How she wished she had someone to care for. But it would have to be a guy. A nice guy with abs, and a big cock. Alex smiled to herself, as the perfect guy entered her dreams. He had brown hair, and a 9 inch cock, waiting for her. But after some time, that guy’s hair grew longer, and he got boobs. He turned into a woman with a strap-on.
Alex woke up in the morning, her body covered in swear, “I’m not gay…” she said to herself, before standing up, going into the kitchen for a glass of water. She gulped down a glass, standing naked in the kitchen. She found her nightgown on the floor, picking it up. She walked back to her room. Once inside she saw Taylor and Julie spooning on the bottom bunk. She took the chance to look at the naked girls, wondering what they had been up to recently, before climbing up to her top bunk.
Taylor woke up, she felt Julie spooning her from behind. Taylor looked up and saw Alex’s lower half ascending to the top bunk, her hairy pussy being the first thing Taylor noticed. “Hey Alex,” Taylor moaned, stretching her arms over her head, fully waking up.
“Oh, hey Taylor. Sorry if I woke you up,” Alex said, getting under her blankets.
“Julie?” Taylor said, wondering if she was awake.
Julie lay there, still out. Her body was very hot. Alex lay her head on a pillow, and got comfortable.
“You think Cynthia’s alright?” Alex asked Taylor.
“Yeah, she just needs to find her inner lesbian,” Taylor said, chuckling a bit.
“She was probably just over-reacting. I hope she is less dramatic today,” Alex said.
Taylor smiled, “Yeah, and maybe she can join in on the fun. Oh, and Alex, thanks for earlier.”
“You know what, if she wants nothing to do with us, the three of us could just share a room, I don’t think Julie would mind,” Alex said giggling.
Taylor smiled, “Yeah, either we get a big bed in here, or we can all just share one bunk,” Taylor giggled, “I wouldn’t mind the low space.”
Julie woke up, moaning softly, and squeezing Taylor. Her hands came up to Taylor’s breasts, cupping them. “Well hi there Julie,” Taylor said.
Julie smiled, “Mmm, what time is it?” Julie asked Taylor.
“7:47,” Alex said, looking at a digital clock on the dresser.
“About time for some pussy-licking,” Taylor said laughing, feeling the hands on her breasts pinching her nipples.
“Oh, hey there Alex,” Julie smiled, feeling like she was caught in the act.
“Hi Julie,” Alex said, “Do you think Cynthia will be alright today?”
“That bitch hypocrite?” Julie giggled to herself, “if she doesn’t realize she is gay by tonight, I am gonna rape it out of her.”
“Well, that’s a little extreme,” Alex said, laughing at Julie’s statement. “Maybe we all should tie her up and turn her lesbian!”
“That sounds like a plan,” Taylor said. They all giggled at the proposition.
“Seriously…let’s do it,” Julie said, “It could work.”
Alex smiled at this, “Mmm, just the thought of it is getting me hot,” Alex said, moving her hands up and down her body.
“We could tie her up to her bed posts, and we could all take turns eating and fingering her, and don’t stop till she’s begging for more,” Julie laughed.
“We better do something now, or I’m gonna have to masturbate right now,” Alex said, giggling to herself, her hand between her legs.
Taylor smiled to herself, “Anyone have any handcuffs?”
“I have some strips of cloth…” Alex said, masturbating quietly on the top bunk.
Julie smiled, “I have some handcuffs…that my old boyfriend used on me,” she smiled, rubbing Taylor’s tits still.
“Leave it to Julie to actually have handcuffs,” Alex laughed. Taylor and Julie sat up on the bed.
“You guys really want to do this?” Julie asked.
“Yeah,” They both replied.
“Ok, we gotta sneak in then,” Julie said, getting off the bed.
“Let’s go,” Taylor said, standing up next to Julie, both naked. They looked over and saw Alex masturbating.
“Caught me,” Alex said, smiling, she sat up and jumped down from the top bunk. Taylor grabbed Alex’s hand, and licked the juices off her finger. Alex giggled as her tongue tickled her finger.
“Quiet, lets go,” Taylor said.
The three girls walked quietly out of their room. They headed slowly to Julie and Cynthia’s room. Taylor grasped the door knob, trying to turn, “Damn, it’s locked,” she said, a frown on her face.
Julie looked at Taylor, and pushed her out of the way, “You are supposed to turn and push, not pull,” she said softly, giggling lightly. Alex did too, and Taylor blushed a bit.
“Oops,” Taylor whispered, as Julie opened the door. The three naked girls crept inside. Cynthia was asleep on her bed on the bottom bunk. Julie went to the closet to find her handcuffs. Taylor and Alex watched Cynthia sleep. Cynthia barely had any covers on her, her naked body exposed, and her right hand was innocently laying on her crotch. Cynthia moaned lightly.
“I don’t think she was repulsed…” Taylor said, smiling.
“Must have enjoyed the show,” Alex muttered.
“Got ‘em” Julie said, coming back from the closet.
Taylor smiled, taking the 4 pairs from Julie, “Awesome,” she said, walking over to Cynthia slowly. She carefully cuffed her hands to both of the bed posts above her head. “Alex, you do her feet,” Taylor said, handing Alex the other 2 pairs.
Alex cuffed Cynthia’s right ankle, and then cuffed the post. She reached for her left ankle, and Cynthia woke up, seeing the three girls above her.
“What the hell?!?” Cynthia asked, trying to move her hands. Alex acted quickly, getting the last cuff on her.
“What are guys doing?!” Cynthia asked, not able to move.
Julie giggled, “Well, all 4 of us are going to have some fun.”
“So sit back, and enjoy the ride,” Taylor said, running her hand up Cynthia’s thigh.
Alex bent down, licking Cynthia’s toes. Cynthia tried not to, but laughed as she was tickled.
Cynthia struggled hard, trying to fight the cuffs, “Quit kidding around!” she said, but was soon silenced by Julie’s lips.
Alex kept tonguing her toes, and running her hands up Cynthia’s smooth legs. Taylor bent over, her mouth hovering over Cynthia’s wet pussy. She stuck her tongue out, slowly descending to Cynthia’s slit.
Cynthia pulled her lips away from Julie’s, “Hey, what are you doing!” but Cynthia’s pleads were ignored by her attackers. Taylor slowly touched Cynthia’s pussy with the tip of her tongue, darting inside her wetness. “Quit it,” Cynthia said, but her voice betrayed her, almost laughing from the tickling sensations, which only further encouraged them.
Alex hopped up on the bed, sitting on top of Cynthia’s legs. Alex pressed her hand into Cynthia’s crotch, one finger entering her, as Taylor tickled her clit with her tongue. Julie leaned forward, sucking on Cynthia’s nipple, playing with the other in her hand.
“Fuck,” Cynthia said, moaning in pleasure. “Ohhh, stop, mmm, ohh,” her once forceful orders had slowly turned into whimpers. The three girls were giving her pleasure, albeit unwanted pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless. She breathed heavily, arching her back slightly.
Julie bit her nipple playfully. Alex, down in the southern regions, added a finger deep into Cynthia’s depths, as Taylor sucked on her clit.
Alex smacked her hand on the side of Cynthia’s hip, almost spanking her. Taylor pushed her mouth further down, sucking and licking all over Cynthia’s pussy. A moment later, Taylor moved over, bending down to kiss Cynthia. Cynthia didn’t resist, Taylor’s tongue entering her mouth. Cynthia wanted not to kiss back, but somewhat did, as she tasted herself. No matter how hard she tried, she was enjoying this. Her pussy was burning, wanting to cum.
Julie moved down to her pussy, and clamped her mouth on her waiting lips. Julie wanted to taste her cum again. It was so sweet and juicy. Alex moved her hands under Cynthia, rubbing her ass cheeks, squeezing them softly. Taylor began sucking on Cynthia’s tongue, both of their eyes closed.
Alex moved up between Cynthia’s legs, spreading them. Julie was essentially making out with Cynthia’s dripping slit. Alex pushed the index finger of her right hand into Cynthia’s pussy, slowly fingering her.
Cynthia moaned loudly, escaping Taylor’s mouth, “Stop! Haha, quit it,” she laughed as she tried to stop her pleasure. Cynthia’s ass cheeks clenched over Alex’s finger. Alex just giggled, and pushed it in harder.
Julie went into overdrive, eating out Cynthia incredibly hard and fast. Alex simply held one finger in Cynthia’s hole. Taylor’s mouth came back onto Cynthia’s. Cynthia fought it harder and harder, but couldn’t stop it. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her pussy squirmed and quivered, shooting her cum into Julie’s mouth and at Alex, her ass clenching on Alex’s finger, and she moaned loudly into Taylor’s mouth as she arched her back.
Once Cynthia’s orgasm subsided, she collapsed on the bed, her eyes slowly closing. The pleasure was beyond her, as it was hard for her to think straight. She didn’t want to like this, but she did…a lot.
The girls didn’t stop. Taylor straddled Cynthia’s chest, her wet pussy resting on Cynthia’s tits. Alex giggled, her finger being squeezed by Cynthia’s quivering pussy. Julie kept on eating Cynthia’s now drenched slit. Cynthia moaned loudly, and beyond her control.
“Stop guys,” Taylor said, perched on Cynthia’s glorious little tits. Alex pulled her finger from Cynthia’s pussy, licking and tasting her juices. The room was filled with the aroma of four dripping slits. Julie extricated her tongue from Cynthia’s wet pussy.
“Now do you understand, Cynthia?” Taylor asked.
“Don’t stop,” Cynthia moaned, her eyes closed, her head lying to the side from the aftermath of her powerful orgasm. The three girls giggled, mission accomplished.

Taylor looked down at Cynthia, as she sat on her chest. She turned her back to Cynthia’s face, and then backed up, putting her pussy on Cynthia’s mouth, “Lick it,” Taylor said, looking back at Cynthia. Cynthia’s tongue escaped her mouth, as it penetrated Taylor’s vaginal lips. She thrusted her tongue in and out of her pussy, tasting her sweet juices.
Alex giggled, seeing Cynthia enthusiastically eating Taylor’s dripping pussy. “That’s our little lesbian,” Alex joked. She leaned down, kissing Cynthia’s sweet pussy, then used her tongue to tickle her clit. Julie suddenly had nothing to do. All of Cynthia’s important areas were already being covered by Alex and Taylor. Julie set her sights on Alex’s dripping slit, as she was bent over eating Cynthia. The sight of Alex bent over, her pussy seemed to beg for her pleasuring tongue, was too tempting to pass up. Julie stepped over a few feet, and bent over the bed, grabbing Alex’s ass cheeks and spreading them. She plunged her mouth between Alex’s legs, diving into her sweet pussy.
This shocked Alex. She jumped a little at the first contact, but let her pussy melt in Julie’s mouth. Alex slowly pushed her body back against Julie, moaning out. She used two fingers to push into Cynthia’s slit, as she sucked on her clit. The smells coming from Cynthia’s pussy were wonderful.
Taylor was still sitting on Cynthia’s face, she leaned forward a bit, putting her hands on Cynthia’s tits, massaging them, to hold her upright. Alex looked up from Cynthia’s hot pussy to see Taylor groping Cynthia while she ate her. Alex, being eaten out herself, couldn’t help but wonder how any of them could deny that this was an amazing experience. Alex thought about it for a second, the whole situation, and giggled a little into Cynthia’s pussy. Alex repositioned herself a little, getting up on all fours, her hands on either side of Cynthia’s hips, this allowed Julie better access to her pussy, something Alex really craved at that moment.
Taylor rode Cynthia’s face, moaning out loud. Cynthia’s tongue pressed against her clit, before slipping back inside her pussy. Taylor threw her blonde hair back, and leaned forward. She let out a small orgasm, as she continued riding. Cynthia smiled a bit, sucking up the juices, going back to work. Julie rubbed her own pussy, as she continued sucking Alex. Alex humped back into Julie’s face, her tits swaying back and forth.
Cynthia felt her second orgasm impending, it made her whole body tingle, she tried to cry out in pleasure, but her mouth was buried in Taylor’s slit. Alex sensed Cynthia’s near orgasmic state, and put two fingers inside her pussy, finger-fucking her vigorously as she continued to orally please her. Alex could sense that her own orgasm would follow closely behind Cynthia’s.
Taylor continued riding, as the other three girls never stopped eating. Alex plunged her tongue in farther, as Julie added in another finger. Cynthia couldn’t do much, but she licked harder. The room was filled with sounds of pleasure and smells of sex. Within a minute, Taylor’s stopped riding, as she began cumming again. Alex, felt Cynthia’s pussy release her juices, her pussy contracting violently. This did enough to Alex to make her cum into Julie’s mouth, which brought Julie on to an enormous orgasm. All the girls came at once, moaning loudly into the air, or into a pussy.
Taylor laid forward, almost in a sixty-nine on top of Cynthia. Alex couldn’t hold herself up, and laid down, her mouth just inches from Cynthia’s still orgasmic pussy. Julie lay forward on top of Alex’s wonderful ass. The girls all panted and breathed loudly. For a few minutes the only movement was of their heaving chests. The lack of talking for the past few minutes had now become an awkward silence. Finally Alex broke the silence, “Just something I noticed…but Julie has been neglected so far…”
Julie smiled at them, her cheek resting comfortably on Alex’s ass cheek, “Guys, it is ok. I’m happy to give and not receive.” She smiled at the three of them. Julie stood up, and looked at the pile of girls that lay under her bunk. “So, what now?” Julie asked.
“I need a shower,” Cynthia said, Taylor’s pussy still just next to her mouth. “You guys are all sweaty and laying on top of me.” They all laughed.
“Shower sounds good,” Julie said, “Let’s go…”

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Chapter 2: Well now that you know about Alex and I, it’s probably time I tell you about my family, mostly, my two sisters. My sisters, Julia and Allie, are identical twins and even through all the genetic modifications, they have stayed exactly identical. My sisters (At least they started as sisters) are hermaphrodites by choice, they modified themselves to grow a 15 inch cock and a set of balls each the size of an orange at will. They are platinum blondes with 34C breasts; I happen to be VERY well endowed in that department, with athletic figures absolutely no trace of their Hispanic heritage. When they registered at the academy a few years ago they ended up being the first ever incestual dom/sub pairing. By this time they had both become hermaphrodites and were wearing rainbow colored robes and when they found that they were paired, mother was joyous having enjoyed the mixed endowments of her twin daughters many times previously.
That night at home in mothers room (father died many years before) it sounded like a shark frenzy on land until the wee hours of the night. Well as they loved to fuck nightly, mom had their room soundproofed to give me my peace and quiet. While I myself preferred the female form over any other, Julia and Allie chased any tail, guy or gal, everywhere. Julia was the dominant one and gave Allie no freedoms. It started with Allie having to have a cock-ring, a dildo, and a butt plug in her at all times; after that Allie had to ask permission to use the toilet and eventually Allie had to crawl whenever in Julia’s presence. Allie was a natural sub even before the evaluation placed her and embraced this enthusiastically. Julia loved using and abusing Allie’s body like a fuck-toy, one time she did this I was watching while my mother fucked my pussy with her 12 inch strap-on.
“On your knees, SLUT,” “Yes ma’am,” “Suck me off,” “Lie down while I take that magnificent cock up my ass,” Allie follows all of these orders without hesitation. Then eventually, after coming many times; Julia twists Allie over, shoves her cock in her ass and takes Allie’s cock deep in her cunt and rams into her from behind. She keeps fucking her sister’s ass in this modified Hermes twist while reaching around to fondle Allie’s breasts while twisting her nipple piercings and pull the chain connecting them. When she does this Allie falls into the depths of an orgasm that, with any other person would require post-traumatic stress therapy to recover from, her cock pulsing and cum flying past the ring into Julia’s cunt, her sphincter squeezing Julia’s cock until she blows her load deep in Allie’s ass. “Fuck!!!” they yell in unison. Julia pulls her cock out and shoves it all the way into her sister’s mouth for a good cleaning. After being satisfied the cleaning is sufficient, she begins dick slapping her on the clit until Allie comes again from the stimulation. This whole time my mother and I had been cumming nearly continuously. Allie soon falls asleep in Julia’s loving arms, their twin cocks pressed together, still leaking cum on each other’s bellies.
Chapter 3: For my 12th birthday, my mother gave me her entire collection of sex toys, over the years I have collected my fair share of fuck toys ranging from anal beads the size of a fist and butt plugs that make traffic cones look tiny to vibrating eggs and womb crawlers, but the size of and things in this collection were incredible, strap-ons as long as a models leg, anal toys that would stretch the holes of even the most veteran whores, bondage equipment and clothing, gags that literally throat fucked you, and nipple clamps that could be used to milk a cow with ease. Most of these toys have been in storage for years; with the exception of the bondage clothing and equipment, of course; but today I was going through them to find one I had loved as a child. It was a black double dildo with a sentient AI that controlled its functions. This AI was my first true love and thanks to Alex’s mom, I could now have its fragmented memory restored by the latest computer and nanite technologies. “Found it!” I yelled to no one while I pulled on its wide tip to free it from the rubble of toys.
As I drove home I began fondling my favorite childhood toy, soon it was too much, I immediately lifted my skirt and jammed the wide head into my cunt while rubbing my clit furiously. When the head entered my pussy it activated immediately and started vibrating the head only while forcing itself deeper, two thin tubes shot out of the other tip and went directly for my heaving breasts. I obliged it by ripping my blouse off (I really don’t like wearing underwear) and offering my breasts to them. I had found early on that my breasts were much larger than other girls around me and were still bigger than some girls with genemods; I also learned that my nipples were incredibly sensitive. The dildo must have sensed that I was pregnant and lactating (One of Alex and I’s latest bondage sessions had “born” fruit and we were overjoyed) and started sucking the milk from my now 72FF breasts. I began cumming from this amount of stimulation and it came with me which is odd because it has never done that before but, I embraced it whole heartedly as I felt it flowing throughout my cunt.
While I was coming, it must have slipped out because I now felt a prodding feeling on my asshole. I allowed it into my ass where it began going deeper and deeper until the whole thing, all 36 inches, disappeared into my intestines; I could felt it going still deeper and it felt mind-blowingly incredible. I began moaning again, thankful that I had cleaned myself out with my twice daily three gallon enema. I fingered myself as the dildo worked wonders on my colon; I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted milk, “MY MILK!” I thought to myself. Well that’s where it was putting it, and I absolutely loved the mixture of juices and milk and started gobbling copious amounts of it from my leaking pussy. Now I was aware of an odd feeling in my stomach, I realized that it was the dildo, it had traveled through my intestines and was now pushing up into her stomach; as its head popped into my belly from the wrong direction, I began cumming again and blacked out at one point from the sheer amount of excitement the stomach rape was causing. By the time I regained control of my body, the dildo was wriggling at the back of my throat when it began spewing more of my (still being pumped) milk into my stomach and out of my mouth. As the milk was being sprayed throughout my body, I came again and again, the vibrations of my dildo running from my throat to my ass and pussy. I blacked out again and when I came to, the dildo was firmly lodged half in my cunt and half in my ass, all the milk and cum was gone and my clothes were on, “Good Morning, sleepyhead,” I heard a female voice say but I couldn’t quite place it. “Down here, Adi,” I glance down to see the dildo and I remembered it had an AI, but that can’t be; the system has been broken and corrupt for years…

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This my 3rd time trying to post this story. I am not a writer so keep that mind when rating. This is a slave training story and the Master’s and Mistress’s who are training them.

The House
A
Slave Training and Auction

Welcome to The House most of you have been brought here to be trained and sold as pleasure slaves. For some of you it will be painful others it will be pleasurable. I am your Mistress you will not speak unless you are asked to and you will answer with yes Mistress or No Mistress. My team and I will train you to enjoy, want, and even crave the things that will be done to you.
Chapter One New Arrivals:
Molly- White 17 Blonde hair blue eyes breast 36 D no longer virgin taken from Texas.
Jessica- Hispanic 17 dark hair brown eyes breast 38 D virgin nice ass taken from Texas
Judy-Mixed Race 16 looks 12 dark hair green eyes breast 32 A virgin sold by step-father from Florida
Daisy-White 16 red head green eyes breast 40 B no longer virgin taken from N.C.
Kathy- White 17 blonde eyes blue breast 36 b nice ass virgin taken from California
Michael- White 19 dark hair brown eyes gay owner wants him trained
Jessie- Hispanic 20 black hair brown eyes gay no longer virgin small cock taken from Ohio
Andre-Black 18 black hair brown eyes gay virgin big cock taken from N.Y. needs a lot of training
Natalia- white 16 dark hair brown eyes breast 34 B virgin nice ass submissive bought in Denver
Penny-White 18 blonde gray eyes breast 34 A no longer virgin small taken from D.C.

You all have been taken from your homes to be trained as sex slaves with the exception, of Michael. Each of you will be trained to please your Master or Mistress which means you will learn how to please a man and a woman. Each of you has been seen by my doctor so we know your complete medical history and all the girls have been given shots to prevent pregnancies. You will address your trainers as Master or Mistress if you forget you will be reminded painfully at once.
You will be trained for 4 weeks at which time some of you will be sold and some of you will work here or in my brothel. Your time here can be what you make it either pain or pleasure. Each of you will have a roommate there will be no sexual contact with your roommate if we find out you will be punished. Training will begin in 30 minutes so everyone get undressed.
Penny- I can’t believe this has happened to me I was on my way home from school and the next thing knew I was waking up tied up on an airplane. Daisy- stop talking I don’t think that we are allowed and I don’t want to find out what will happen to us. Michael- I know what my Master would do and it hurts so you need to hurry up and undress Mistress looks like she can weld a mean whip.
Mistress Ann- Some of the new trainees look good and one has my pussy gushing. I can’t wait to get my hands on her Natalia, I need a new sub, known of the last trainees caught my eye and I know my boy would love to get a taste of her.
Master T who do you want to train remember we need at least two of the three virgins to stay that way but you can fuck their asses and mouth. I want Natalia and Andre he is going to need a lot of work and beatings. Master T- I will take Penny and Jessie ok be careful with her she looks like trouble. Master D you will take Kathy and Jessica who are both virgins. Mistress Liz you will take Michael who owner is paying us to train him and Molly. Master Rob you will Daisy I know you like big breast and Judy. Let the training begin.

Chapter 2
Jessie and Penny and Master T
I can’t believe that I am here Jessie looks at Penny maybe this won’t be so bad my old life was shit and the Master is cute. Master T looks at us for a second. Hello trainees I am Master T you will not speak unless you are spoken too and you will follow all command quickly or you will be punished. Penny I want to go home. This is your home for the next 4 weeks and because you broke rule number one you will lean over the bar ass out and do not let go of the bar. Penny wanted to run she had never been hit before and she knows this is going to hurt. Master T picked up a small whip and watched as she struggled with her nerves she knows this is going to hurt.
Master T- you will count and say thank Master after each hit. Penny yes Master ouch the first smack lit up her ass one thank you Master two thank you Master three thank you Master. When they reached ten Penny was sobbing and she really wanted to go home she has, to learn to hold her tongue. Master T had both, of them kneel with their hands behind their back, knees apart head down. Master T looked at both of his slaves trying to decide which one will be the first to suck his dick. Jessie who has been so quiet and looks so submissive. Master T goes to stand in front of him take my dick out boy. Have you ever sucked a dick? Jessie Yes Master! Get too it. Jessie leaned up and unzipped Master pants to fish out his dick. Holly hell it’s huge I will never fit all of that into my mouth he thought. You will learn to take all of it. If you cum without permission you will get double what Penny got. If you please me I might let you cum. Jessie began to lick around the head trying hard not to cum himself. Master T grabbed him by the hair and slammed his cock to the back of my throat choking me my eyes watered and teared up he let out a quiet groan and I knew I must have done something right. Master pulled back and looked down at my now hard small cock and smiled I wanted to do anything to please him. Master fucks my mouth so hard I know I will have a tough time talking, he began to swell and I knew he was about to cum and it was so fast I had a tough time swallowing.
Master T looks down at the boy and knew he has, to be careful with him or he might fall for him and want to keep him for his self. Penny sat there watching this monster forcing his huge cock in another man’s mouth it was hot but I know I can’t do it. I hope he is nicer now that he has cum. Master T starts asking us questions about sex. Penny- I have only had sex twice neither time was good both boys didn’t know what they were doing it hurt and was over fast. I have never given a blowjob or have ever been with a woman. Penny has also never had anal sex Jessie- has never been with a woman has known he was gay since he was 12 and has been with guys who were not very big. Master T has Jessie get on the table with his hands over his head feet in stir ups. After he ties him to the table he tells Penny to suck his cock when she refuse’s he grabs her by the hair and drags her across the room while hitting her with the short whip he pushes her face into Jessie’s lap and order’s her to open her mouth when she doesn’t comply he grabs her nose until she does and forces her head down on Jessie’s cock and order’s her to suck. Jessie is laying there trying hard not to cry he knows he can’t get hard with her and she is shaking and crying. When Master T notice’s that Jessie is not responding, he knows why so he gets the vibrating anal plug and lube. After tying her hands behind her back, he moves the girl back and works a lubed finger into Jessie’s tight ass and put’s the plug in and Jessie groan’s and gets a 5inch erection. Master turns to Penny bitch get over here and suck his cock. Penny crawls on her knees with her hands behind her back and lowers her mouth to her first penis. When Master turns on the vibrator Jessie begins to move. Jessie this feels so good I am about to cum Master please may I cum. Master T laugh’s we need to work on your stamina, as he twists his nipple Jessie cum loudly with Penny gagging and looking like she is about to throw up Master pulls her head back and forces her mouth opened he ask her to show him and then order’s her to swallow.
Jessie can’t believe that he just did that and it felt good. Master orders him to stay still and quiet while he tends to Penny. Master T tells them they each will be given new names by your Master or Mistress for now Jessie you will be boy and since Penny wants to feel pain you will be bitch you must earn a name. You both will be taken to your new sleeping quarters lunch will be served and you will rest until training begins again.

Penny and Jessie are led into the hall where they see the other slaves some crying some in chains being led to their rooms. Behind the closed and locked door Penny throws herself on the first bed she sees and begins to cry. Jessie sit there in shock he has, a tough time looking at her. Penny begins to look around and finds a bathroom with no windows and a blinking light in the corner and she knows they are being watched and they might be listening also. Master T looks at the monitors and turns up the audio. T knows that Penny is looking for away, out Jessie is looking like he wishes he could stay forever. Master T opens his file and finds that Jessie was homeless and makes a note to ask him about it.

Chapter 3 coming soon

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Lily and Cammy get ready for their night out

Chapter 14, In which Cammy comes out

Cammy found me primping in my tiny bedroom. “Hey, Lily, are you almost ready to go?”

“Just about,” I replied, checking my hair a final time in the mirror to make sure every platinum blonde strand was in its expected place. It was a process I could perform in my sleep, and thankfully about the only one I needed to worry about; the remainder of my makeup was permanent.

I appreciated the convenience. I knew I was the low girl on the totem pole, just the Richwell house slut, but I couldn’t escape the feeling the entire place would implode if I wasn’t on hand to keep things moving along. When the job required long hours and high-maintenance uniforms, anything that saved time was a winner in my book.

“What are you going to wear?” Cammy asked, twirling a finger in one dark pigtail and aimlessly twisting a foot back and forth.

She was the new intern Linnea Richwell had hired, and I hadn’t made up my mind if she was going to make my life easier or harder. Cammy seemed to be the latest in a series of ditzy eye-candy staffers that Linnea was prone to hiring.

I’d mumbled about it, ever so indirectly, to my boss, Irene, the only person in the place who seemed to have a shred of business sense. She’d smiled, told me not to worry myself over the business end of things, and reminded me that if Linnea wanted to hire every centerfold model in the city, it was her prerogative.

Cammy wasn’t a model, that I knew of, but she was undeniably attractive. All of us were, the same way we were all lesbian or at least bisexual. Although Cammy had admitted she hadn’t been with a girl until she’d started her internship! All of us sported the same look — heavy mascara and eyeliner, glossy lips, and bared pussies — that drove me, at least, wild with desire.

Speaking of which… “Come over here, Cammy.” I watched her sway across the room on her deliciously high heels, the hem of her short plaid skirt almost high enough for me to see her bared cunny. A single button struggled to hold her sheer black blouse closed over her midriff. “Are you wearing that tonight?”

She giggled. “Do I look like somebody who wants to get raped or arrested?”

I suppressed a quelling look. Her outfit wasn’t particularly unusual; it didn’t show anything more than my uniform did, although just at the moment I was still naked after having gotten out of the shower.

We hadn’t even left, and already Cammy was getting on my nerves. The evening ahead was starting to look worse and worse to me, but people didn’t say “no” to Linnea. At least I didn’t, unless I wanted to wet myself uncontrollably. I couldn’t understand how she thought any of this was a good idea.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been outside the Richwell residence, but Linnea had tasked me with tracking down this mysterious man who’d been sniffing around asking questions about her that morning. I didn’t know anything about him except his name — Xavier — but she seemed confident I’d be able to do it.

Assuming for the sake of argument I was successful, my assignment didn’t end there — I had to get one or more of his hairs, preferably without him noticing, and then return them to Linnea. He was a hefty guy, probably twice my weight, and there was no question who would come out on the losing end if we got into a tussle. Linnea’s response to that consideration had been to stick me with Cammy for backup.

Listening to my “backup” worry about getting raped while tugging on her pigtails wasn’t helping my confidence. It wasn’t the raping part — I had a sincere appreciation for the male anatomy and not much chance to indulge it. It was the disappointing Linnea part; my bladder was twitching just thinking about it.

Without any preamble, Cammy abruptly announced, “Linnea’s really upset with you!”

I lost it completely and a heavy stream of urine jetted from my urethra. It traveled only a short distance before encountering the delicate bell hanging from my clit ring and then spraying all over my legs and the floor. I’d have to get the puddles cleaned up before they damaged the hardwood flooring, but first I needed to apologize to Linnea about whatever I’d done!

“Hey, cool down,” Cammy told me, blocking my path to the door. “I was just kidding, okay?”

My heart settled back into something approaching a normal rhythm. “Jesus, Cammy! Why did you do that?” I glared at her, my annoyance at having to spend time cleaning up overcoming any embarrassment.

“I could see you were nervous,” she said, giggling again. “You wouldn’t want to be fighting it all night, right?’ Her eyes dropped. “Besides, it was so cool; your bell tinkles when you tinkle!”

It was hard to stay upset at somebody who was so irrepressibly upbeat. That still left the floor, but I realized the solution to that problem was staring me right in the face, so to speak. “Just clean up the floor and don’t do it again.”

She snagged my damp towel off the foot of the bed, dumped it on the floor, and then pushed it around in vaguely mop-like fashion. I would have used my tongue, but that was Cammy — unconventional and resourceful. She’d been clever enough to help me snag a hair from Xavier’s companion, too. Maybe she’d be more help than trouble, after all.

“Now my legs — and no towel,” I told her.

Cammy grinned and knelt, obviously aware of where I was headed, and all too willing to oblige. I was forbidden to masturbate, but I needed to get cleaned up and technically it wasn’t self-administered. Part of my conscience thought that maybe Linnea wouldn’t see it that way, but she had Miriam licking her all the time, and my bladder was empty anyway.

By the time my legs passed muster, they were trembling. Cammy was admirably methodical, and by the time her kitten tongue finally reached my dripping pussy, I was leaning against her in order to maintain my balance.

Her questing fingers found the string trailing from my ass. “What about this?” Cammy asked, tugging gently in case I didn’t understand.

Irene had pushed the anal beads into me that morning, and then forgotten about them. <I>I</I> hadn’t, but I knew there was no way I’d get the entire string out without cumming. “I think you’d better take them out,” I said breathlessly.

The intern smirked, and began pulling — slowly. She blew gently on my bell, making it chime, and then turned her attention to my throbbing clit as the first bead emerged.

I gasped convulsively as Cammy’s tongue pushed at my clit and the two rings that trapped it, sending jolts of arousal through my body. My labia glistened with desire, and I couldn’t hold off an orgasm when the next bead popped free. If she was as new to this as she claimed, I shuddered to think how good Cammy would be after some additional practice.

“Get on the bed,” I panted after I could think straight again. I loved everything the brunette was doing, but I wanted more and I was desperate for the taste of her pussy.

She quickly looked up at me, understood what I wanted, and then scrambled into position.

I climbed on top of her and flipped up the plaid skirt so I could admire her bared mound. It looked almost as inviting as Linnea’s, and a moment later I discovered it tasted just as good, too.

Cammy made broad strokes of her tongue down the length of my pussy, now that my bell was hanging out of the way, and started jiggling the string of beads.

There was no way I was going to let a beginner show me up, even if I wasn’t at least as aroused by the giving as by the receiving. One thing I knew my way around was a pussy — why, I’d been servicing Linnea even before Miriam! — and I was delighted to demonstrate the extent of my knowledge.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I heard Cammy gasp before she retaliated by yanking the remainder of the beads free in one inexorable pull. My bell was clinking almost continually, tossed up and down by the frantic jerking of our bodies. I thought for sure I was going to explode, and take her with me.

I wasn’t sure if Cammy had cum once or twice, but we were both flushed and sated by the time we were breathing normally a few minutes later. “So, what are you going to wear?” I asked from where I’d collapsed beside her on the bed.

“Jeans,” she said, making it sound like a question. “We don’t want to attract too much notice, right?”

“Um.” I grimaced. I wore shorts when exercising, primarily to keep my bell from getting tangled in any of the equipment; jeans were a nonstarter, if I’d even owned any. It seemed like the dresses I wore during the day were out.

Feeling suddenly grumpy, I rolled onto my feet and surveyed the sorry state of my wardrobe. “I don’t have anything!” I complained.

“What about that skirt?” Cammy asked, standing beside me. “It looks cute.”

I looked where she was pointing but didn’t see anything. “What?”

“The denim one,” she prompted. After a minute without any response, she reached out and snagged a garment.

The light must have been bad, because I literally hadn’t seen where Cammy had gotten it from, but I had to admit the little denim miniskirt looked fiendishly attractive once I’d slipped it on. “I didn’t even remember owning this!” I told Cammy after checking the mirror. For some reason, just the sight of me in it made me feel more upbeat.

I couldn’t feel bad, even after both of us failed to locate a top that passed muster. I had a pair of staid three-inch heels that would be okay, but I couldn’t very well go topless.

“Don’t worry,” Cammy reassured me. “I have a top you can borrow. Just use this for now.” She handed me her black blouse, which was tighter on me than it had been on her, but apparently we’d torn off the button she’d been using anyway, so I just used the next one down.

I put on some costume jewelry Linnea had loaned me, and I was ready to go.

Almost. “Do you have your ID?” Cammy asked.

“No.” I looked at her blankly. I knew I’d put my license… I shook my head, frustrated. I was sure I had one — well, pretty sure — I knew how to drive, even if I hadn’t done it recently. Now that I thought about it, my credit cards were in the same black hole. “I don’t know where anything is; they must have gotten lost in the move.”

Cammy looked at me a little strangely. “You don’t have anything?” She giggled then, and added, “I guess we’ll just have to go somewhere that won’t try to card you.”

I smiled back, feeling better. “Linnea did give me some cash!” I tucked the bills into one of the skirt’s diminutive pockets. I touched up my lips with a tiny super-wet hot pink gloss, and tucked it into the other pocket. “I’m ready!”

“Let’s get my stuff and we can go,” she replied.

We trooped down the back stairs to the exercise room. It had a large bathroom, verging on a spa, and a small bank of lockers. I hadn’t realized, until she started changing, that Cammy didn’t arrive in the same clothes she wore during the day.

My eyes went wide when I spied the pistol in the bottom of her shoulder bag. “Cammy, a gun! Isn’t that dangerous?” I had a scary mental vision of her giggling while randomly shooting holes in things, including me.

She giggled, not reassuringly, and finished pulling on her jeans. “Don’t worry,” Cammy smiled, “I’m a cop.”

“You are not!” I blurted, totally off balance.

“Am too!” she replied, sticking out her tongue at me. Reaching into the bag, Cammy fished out an official-looking badge on a lanyard, displayed it to me, and then pulled it over her head.

I couldn’t see any reason for her to pretend to be a police officer if she wasn’t, but it just seemed so bizarre. “Well, but Cammy, if you already have a job, why would you want to be an intern here? Not that it probably isn’t safer than getting shot at all the time.”

“There isn’t a lot of shooting,” Cammy replied. “I work in Vice.” We both looked at each other for a moment before bursting into peals of laughter.

“No,” I gasped helplessly, “they didn’t send you here, did they?” She managed to nod, setting us both off again. It was so ridiculous! Finally I got myself under control, not wanting to disturb the Richwells with our noise. “I’d think Vice would be a lot more fun than here; sometimes when Irene gets busy, I feel like I’m going to burst.”

Cammy let a trace of unhappiness show as she pulled on a knit shirt. “It’s not what you think, Lily; there’s a lot more talking and less doing, if you know what I mean.” She gave me a grateful look. “You made me cum harder than I have in a long time.”

My cheeks heated a little; I felt embarrassed to be thanked for something I’d done mostly for myself. “But why here?” I asked, refusing to let myself be distracted. “There’s nothing weird going on, and I’d know it if there was.”

“I know,” she agreed, stepping back into her shoes. “I’ve told my Captain that until I’m sick of it, and he just tells me to keep digging.”

We shook our heads at the institutional idiocy of management and headed for the lobby. “Well, that’s just dumb,” I spoke up again. “Maybe somebody’s lying to him; the Richwells have a lot of money and I suppose a few enemies, too.” It was a novel idea; Linnea was overpowering at times, but how could anybody not love her?

Cammy snorted. “More than a few. The parents have reputations, although I suppose you know that.”

I nodded. Both of them were perverts or sex maniacs, which was why Linnea was running everything. I’d never seen Mr. Richwell when he wasn’t jacking off and cursing up a storm, and Mrs. Richwell had a thing for young girls, which through continuous efforts had so far remained unrequited. The family fortune had been sufficient to keep them out of the public eye, but it didn’t surprise me the police were aware of the situation.

“But there’s a lot more,” the brunette continued. “Rumors of girls gone missing, prostitution rings, kidnapping, you name it. We had somebody at the precinct swearing up and down that Linnea was being held hostage and we needed to rescue her.” She smirked at me and I laughed at the thought of it. “Right. I’ve been all over that place, and if somebody had a harem stashed somewhere, I would have found it.”

The thought of having a harem, or being in one, actually was a little arousing, but I tried to concentrate on the problem. “Do you suppose Xavier and Kim are related to this somehow?”

There was momentary silence while we rode the elevator down and Cammy let out her pigtails and collected her hair into a loose ponytail. It and the expression on her face added nearly a decade to her apparent age. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I distrust coincidences, and the Captain thinks with this much smoke, there has to be fire somewhere.”

My misgivings about our outing were coming back in a rush. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this — I knew how to be a house slut, and enjoyed it. What if I got kidnapped, or worse? Who really knew what this Xavier character wanted?

“Don’t worry,” Cammy said, apparently reading my thoughts on my face. “I’ll take care of us.” She hesitated. “Just don’t go around telling people I’m a cop, okay? Linnea knows, of course, but I don’t know who else is really trustworthy.”

I nodded and smiled. “Sure. But, Cammy — how do you know you can trust me?”

Cammy giggled. “You’re an open book, Lily. Everybody knows you’re kind-hearted, and I’ve seen the way you look up to Irene and Linnea. You can’t even think of disappointing them without peeing yourself — there’s no way you could betray them and hide the fact.”

She had a point. “Okay, but–” I realized I’d stopped in front of the building like I thought a car was going to be waiting for me or something, and hurried to catch up with Cammy. A few passers-by eyed me, giving me a bad moment, but then I realized they were just watching to see if my boobs were going to fall out of Cammy’s blouse or not. I didn’t see Xavier anywhere.

“Don’t you have a partner?” I asked when I caught up again. An extra pair of eyes in the back of my head would have felt pretty good about then.

“Not on this assignment,” Cammy said, looking momentarily morose again. “You may have noticed Linnea doesn’t hire many men. I don’t think it’s a problem, but we probably shouldn’t discuss any of this in public.”

We talked about inconsequential things on the ride across town, like what Miriam’s tongue piercing must feel like or the relative merits of mascara and false lashes. Cammy made a terse call to somebody, reporting no progress but mentioning she was following up on a possible lead. It was sort of nice, being out for a night on the town with a girlfriend. Well, acquaintance.

“We aren’t being followed,” she commented at one point after I’d looked behind for about the hundredth time. “I’ve been watching, and I’d know.”

“This is it,” Cammy finally told me, standing in front of a little walk-up duplex. “Just don’t say too much, okay?”

“I’ll be good, I promise.” I gave her a quick hug since she seemed a little nervous, and we walked up onto the porch.

“Mommy!” screamed a little toddler, before we’d even made it through the door. “Mommy’s home!” He propelled himself straight at Cammy, and she swooped him into her arms and then lifted him for a sloppy kiss.

“J.J.!” she cooed. “How’s my little man? Did you miss me?”

A man, this one full-sized, stepped out from the kitchen and gave us an appraising look. “An unexpected dinner guest, Cameron? Couldn’t you have called?”

Cammy lowered the boy back to the floor. “Sampson, this is Lily; she’s an associate of mine. Lily, this is my husband, Sampson, and my son, J.J.” Perfunctory introductions completed, she turned back to face him. “We won’t be able to stay for dinner; I have something to do tonight.”

The man’s face clouded over; I had the feeling I’d offended him somehow. “Yeah, I know,” he grumped. “You don’t get to plan your hours.”

J.J. was less restrained. “She has a jingle bell!” he announced to the world, before raising his curious eyes to my face. “Are you an elf?”

He was so precious! “No, I’m a slut,” I corrected him, unable to restrain a smile. “Do you like it?” I asked, raising the hem of my skirt so he could have a better view of the bell.

“Jesus Christ!” Sampson exploded, making all of us jump. “J.J.! Get away from her, right now!” He looked daggers at both me and Cammy. “What are you doing? Don’t you have any decency?”

Cammy grabbed my arm and hauled me out of the room before I could respond. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “but he’s been so up-tight and grumpy lately. It’s not your fault.”

“Do you pay your associates by the hour?” her husband shouted from the kitchen. Cammy ignored him and slammed the bedroom door behind us.

“No, it’s okay. I should have thought. J.J. is still a little young, isn’t he?” I giggled at my joke, but Cammy just looked depressed. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She flopped on the twin bed, staring at the ceiling, and her eyes looked suspiciously wet. “I don’t know. Do you ever feel like your life is just completely off track?”

I sat beside her and clasped her hand. “What do you mean? Sampson’s just upset with me. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

“It’s more than that,” Cammy sighed, sitting up and staring morosely into space. “I think I’m starting my midlife crisis early.” After a moment of silence, she continued, “It’s been really rough with Sam; our sex life is in the dumps and we just get on each other’s nerves all the time.”

“Maybe I could help,” I offered. “Do you think he’d like a three-way?”

Cammy’s mouth twitched, but didn’t quite reach a smile. “That’s sweet, Lily, but he’s not the problem — I am.” She took a deep breath. “I’m just not attracted to him anymore, or any man.”

I nodded understandingly.

“Ever since I met her, all I can think about is Linnea. I get all distracted and flustered just thinking I might see her — I know you must think I’m an airhead. I’ve had these dreams, too. It’s not fair to Sam, but I can’t help how I feel.”

“But, Cammy,” I protested, “it’s completely normal to feel that way. Linnea is so hot I think you’d have to be dead not to want her.” Just talking about it was making me wet. “You know everybody else thinks so, too. When she let me lick her this afternoon, I could have stayed there all day!”

She sighed. “Stop it! You’re making me jealous — and horny.” A smile reassured me she was just teasing. “I think I’d give almost anything to trade places with Miriam; that’s why I’ve been thinking about getting a tongue stud. But when I mentioned it to Sam, he looked at me like I was crazy!” Cammy appeared to be at her wit’s end.

“You’re not crazy!” I told Cammy, hugging her for extra reassurance. “And you don’t need to have a tongue stud to be twice the babe that Miriam is.” Our embrace grew a little tighter.

Cammy wriggled just enough that she could look me in the eyes. “You think you’re just a slut, Lily, but you’re more than that. Something about you always catches my eye, and I think you have more heart — and more brains — than anybody else at the Richwells’. Even Linnea!”

I thought she was going to say something more, but instead she kissed me hard. My mind was whirling, trying to take it all in. I was afraid maybe Cammy was crushing on me, confused by her conflicting feelings for Linnea and Sampson. My heart was curiously empty; perhaps the depth of my adoration for Linnea had left me incapable of feeling romantic attraction towards another.

Physical desire, however, I could do. I kissed Cammy back and palmed a tit through the fabric of her shirt, squeezing it until she moaned around my tongue. She reciprocated, the gaping blouse providing easy access, and my back arched as I reacted to the stimulus of her rough fingertips on my turgid nipples.

We broke apart by mutual consent and began fumbling with our clothes. I was lucky; the button on the blouse was already gone, so it was the work of only a minute to slide it off and cast it aside. Cammy was struggling with her jeans, the strength of her desire making her clumsy.

“Let me,” I insisted, batting her hands away and quickly stripping the soft denim down to her knees. At that point, there was no way I wasn’t going to bury my face in her creaming snatch and eat her out. I was rewarded with her sweet moisture and a loud moan.

A sharp rap on the door interrupted us. “Are you okay in there? You’re upsetting J.J.” Sampson sounded suspicious.

“We’re fine,” Cammy gasped, and then sucked in her breath as I blew softly across her wet pussy.

I stared at her, willing her to take a chance, reach out and invite him in. The moment passed.

“We should get moving,” Cammy shakily announced.

The slut inside me wanted to argue, but the rest of me remembered what Linnea wanted — and I wasn’t going to find Xavier between Cammy’s thighs. Reluctantly I let her go and climbed to my feet while she kicked off her jeans.

Cammy opened the closet door and revealed a wardrobe lifted from a pervert’s wet dream. “You didn’t think I worked undercover in my uniform, did you?” she smiled, clearly pleased by my obvious delight. “Here’s the top I was thinking of.”

It was sparkly and metallic, but ran smoothly through my fingers like silk or satin. Once I got it on, I understood why Cammy hadn’t worried about the sizing; for something with so much fabric, it covered surprisingly little. The drape was feminine and attractive, but came below my breasts in front and nearly to my waist in back and under my arms. The fabric hung from the tips of my nipples, emphasizing them and gently teasing me into the bargain.

By the time I’d finished admiring myself in the small mirror on the back of the door, Cammy had finished changing. “You like?” she asked, turning so I could see the full effect.

“I thought you were going to wear jeans,” I replied. “Not that I’m complaining.” The skin-tight leather shorts had no inseam to speak of, sat low on her hips, and had a big chrome zipper that ran from the front down between her legs and all the way up the crack of her ass. A pair of matching leather triangles more or less covered Cammy’s tits. The chains holding them in place didn’t look adjustable, except for the hook clasp between the cups, so it must have been made for her.

“It’s your fault, for getting me worked up,” laughed Cammy. “I couldn’t wear anything as boring as a pair of jeans now — especially with you looking as hot as you do.” She pulled a pair of boots from the closet and stepped into them; they came up past her knees.

I swallowed as I watched the curve of her ass beneath the shorts when she reached down to zip up the boots. “How is this going to help us find Xavier, again?” It was really hard to stay focused with her in front of me.

“Trust me,” Cammy said. She tucked her badge down one boot, and opened a gun safe I hadn’t noticed in the back of the closet. “Remember, we’re trying to let him find us, right?” She exchanged the handgun from her bag for a smaller pistol that went into the other boot. “We’ll just hang out at some places that Linnea goes to; if he’s looking for her, he’ll probably know them, too.”

She pulled on a little bolero jacket that matched the rest of her outfit. “How do I look?”

“Ravishing, I think. But your makeup needs a lot of work.” The thought prompted me to pull out my gloss and bring my lips back to their full luster.

My brain finally caught up to her earlier comment. “Linnea goes out to clubs?” It was hard to think of her anywhere except running the Richwell Trust from her office, but I supposed she deserved time off just like anybody else.

“Sure,” Cammy said, tracing her eyes carefully with liner. “I think we’ll try ‘Slutz’ first — it’s a lesbian fetish club. You know Miriam used to work there?”

“Really? I thought she was born between Linnea’s legs”

“I think I detect a faint hint of jealousy,” jibed Cammy, smirking. “She was a bar girl, I hear.”

“And now she makes a living licking Linnea,” I sighed, and shook myself. “Talk about deja vu!”

“What?” Cammy asked, looking over at me.

“Nothing. Here, let me help,” I said, taking the mascara brush from her to cover my momentary discomfort. “You’ll be all night.”

“Mmm. Obviously you’ve had more practice,” she complimented me a few minutes later.

“You’ll pick it up,” I assured her. “I didn’t learn it all in a day, either.”

“That’s reassuring,” Cammy said dryly. She paused and looked more closely at me. “What did you do before, Lily? Before you started working for Irene? You’re the only person at the Richwell residence we couldn’t get a background on.”

Her question took me by surprise. “I’ve always been a slut,” I whispered, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. Trying to remember more hurt; a dribble of urine leaked from my empty bladder. “I — Linnea is my life,” I blurted, feeling obscurely comforted by the statement.

Cammy reached out and brushed my cheek gently. “You don’t have to talk about it,” she assured me.

I shuddered and took a deep breath. “Maybe later,” I prevaricated, hoping I wouldn’t ever have to think about it again. The past meant pain and hurtfulness and loss. “Let’s just have fun tonight.”

The brunette winked at me. “It’s a deal. And now, for the crowning achievement…” She lifted a tousled auburn wig from a stand on the closet shelf and set it atop her head.

It looked wild, like she’d just left an orgy, but it wasn’t right. “Oh, no,” I said impulsively, “your own hair is so much prettier, Cammy!”

She looked in the mirror for a moment, and then put the wig back on its stand. “I guess you’re right,” she admitted. “But not like this.” Cammy unfastened the ponytail and teased her hair out with her fingers. “I don’t want to wash it. Damn.”

Her dark locks were dirty, and unfortunately looked more like bad bedroom hair than good bedroom hair. “Maybe the pigtails?” It was the way I was used to seeing her.

Cammy giggled, suddenly sounding like the intern I knew, and held her hair in two handfuls on either side of her head. “Oh, you watch!” she giggled again, quickly brushing out her hair before beginning to braid it. “I am so going to get carded tonight!”

“Don’t let Mrs. Richwell see you,” I told her when she finished. Cammy looked absolutely adorable, and I already knew I wasn’t going to make it through the night without doing her again. “And stop playing with that unless you intend to use it!”

She stopped flicking the zipper on her shorts and stuck out her tongue at me. “Ready?”

I checked my pockets for the lip gloss and cash. Courage, I wasn’t so sure of, but I had Cammy. “Ready.”

We exited the room and I wondered what she was going to tell her husband, but it turned out not to matter.

“Ladies,” Xavier greeted us from his comfortable sprawl on the sofa, “I thought we might have a little talk.”

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We both enjoy sex with an audience and flaunting our naked bodies. My man loves telling me my ‘magnificent thighs and ass are my best features,’ when sex is involved.

For me, his thick, nine-inch erection is my sexual turn on. I have always had a high sex drive which over the years has developed into wide ranging preferences and turn ons.

I was in my mid-twenties when I watched another couple fucking for the first time.

Around the same time my then current man took me to a club where we watched one man blowing another man. They were both incredibly attractive and very talented. And the man having his cock sucked had the biggest erection I had ever seen at that stage.

The first time I had two men was not long after that when I met them in the bar after a business conference a long way from home. They were both five years younger than me and real studs.

The first time I had two men while another woman watched was the very next day. One of the same two men wanted his partner to watch. I made a point of turning her on, and myself, by asking her to undress me. Her hands were shaking as she undid the clip on my g-string and it dropped to my ankles. Then I stood naked in just my heels with my hands on the wall as the men kissed my ass and I looked her in the eye before she watched the men have me.

My first lesbian experience was long overdue as I had been bi-curious for many years. I had always enjoyed being seduced. Seduction by a woman was alien to me, though I was very open to it after Dee propositioned me and invited me to her condo.

I decided I would make a real event of it and dressed in my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, no knickers or bra under a short black dress. Lots of sexual tension when Dee, a tall size 12 brunette with long legs and a slim body told me I was a very exciting woman as we passionately tongue kissed. Ten minutes later I was flat on my back on the bed, still with my stockings and garter belt, as she licked my cunt lips after she licked and sucked my nipples.

The first time I had two women, or should I say two women had me was very exciting for me. Less than ten minutes after I arrived at their lavish condo they had me naked apart from my heels and g-string – and very aroused. I was pleased to see they both had sexy, feminine bodies as they asked me to undress them as I kissed each of them turn.

The way they both kissed me with their tongues was exquisite. They had both licked and sucked my nipples at the same time before kissing and licking my ass as they slid my g-string down to my ankles.

“Anna has wanted to fuck you with her tongue ever since we met, and I want to watch,” Janet told me as Anna licked and kissed her way up my thighs. Sexual heaven with two passionate women at the same time, one with her tongue in my mouth, then licking my nipples and the other’s tongue pleasuring my cunt lips.

The first time I watched another man give my then current man a blow job was a strange and challenging, though very exciting and enjoyable experience, for both of us. We were holiday in a five-star resort when I asked if he would like me to watch another man blow him.

The very next afternoon I was watching Garth giving him a blow job. His cock looked magnificent between Garth’s pursed lips. I watched naked, fascinated and very turned on as Garth varied his technique while I used my vibrator.

I must have been thirty-six when a man watched me pee for the first time after a very satisfactory sex session. An absolute buzz for my exhibitionist side as I opened my legs for him and his cock responded. Since then I have learnt it is an excellent way to stimulate a man to a second erection.

One of the men I did it for asked me to go one step further. “A golden shower Sarah. Please?”

“Is this what you want?,” I teased as he lay on his back on the bathroom floor, standing over him with my legs wide apart so he could ogle my ass at the same time. He was even more excited than me as I poured over his flaccid cock, which became erect very quickly.

Something I had always wanted was a thick, hung man. I was thirty five when I finally came across such a man. He was two years older than me with a thick, eight-inch cock when erect.

Ever since that has been my benchmark. My current man is nine-inches and he has watched and enjoyed me blowing men larger than him.

When my current man and I invite a second man around, sometimes I make an entrance wearing heels, a short skirt, a thong and a jacket with the buttons undone to show my cleavage. Without saying a word I will drop the skirt to expose my legs, then quickly turn around to show my ass cheeks hanging out of the thong.. Then undo the clip at the side of the thong so it falls to the floor. A really special buzz is tongue kissing my man while another man is kissing my ass cheeks, all hands free, the only contact is tongue and lips, wonderful foreplay.

Today we are anticipating being ‘special guests’ at a swingers session with three other couples.

“I would like to have two men for my sexual pleasure today, I really would,” I told my man on the way. “Could you handle that?”

“Fine by me. As long as I can have two women for my sexual pleasure,” he smiled.

When we arrive a little late, two couples are closely watching another couple in complete silence. We can feel the sexual tension when we focus, A naked man is licking and kissing the large ass of an almost naked naked woman laying face down on a bed. “That’s Ben and Barb, they only met ten-minutes ago,” someone whispered as we watch him licking and kissing her glorious ass cheeks. She lifts her ass so he can slide off her thong

“They are going to fuck while we watch,” my man whispered. “Is that a turn on for you?”

“You know it is, my libido is in overdrive,” I told him loud enough for all to hear.

I will let my man continue the story.

“What is your special turn on?,” a younger man asked Sarah as he took her hand while we watched.

“I love being licked and teased,” she flirted as she looked him over. “And I love having my big ass worshiped.”

“A man, a woman, one of each? Or perhaps two men today?,” he asked as another man appeared.

A few minutes later Sarah was naked apart from her heels as one man licked and sucked her nipples while another licked and kissed her magnificent ass cheeks.

Then she sat on a chair with one leg over the shoulder of one of the men as he licked his way up her thighs. She had a hand on the other man’s erection as the other one ran his tongue along her cunt lips.

“I am to please and be pleased,” she told them as the second man fed his erection between her pursed lips.

I am looking forward to being sexually pleasured by two women while I glance at my lady being sexually pleasured by two men – their partners. Both of the women are of Asian appearance and very attractive, Ebony skin and very feminine bodies.

I am naked, with a full-on, thick, nine-inch erection, sitting on a chair opposite my lady watching her being pleasured by two men. “Your turn on is my turn on baby,” I tell her as we glance at each other.

The second woman is topless, flaunting her good, firm tits as she licks my nipples as the other one is licking and kissing my erection. She has shoulder length jet-black hair and a bemused smile as she looks at my very erect cock. “You have a huge, thick cock. You must be nine-inches,” she murmurs in a raspy voice as she watches her friend taking my erection between her pursed lips.

“Do you like my big ass, almost as good as your lady’s ass?,” she teased as she turned her back and let her short skirt fall to the floor and flaunted it for me. “Would you like me to get an erection for you?,” she asked as she turned around to flaunt her very attractive, hairy, large, thick cock.

“Yes I would,” I murmured, extremely aroused as I ogled her large, thick cock, so thick it is out of proportion to her body.

“You could suck my cock while you watch your lady sucking my man’s cock. My man’s friend is licking your lady’s cunt, she really is enjoying it. He is very good at cunnilingus, I have watched him many times. We could emulate them,” she teased as she stroked her cock with a fingertip and achieved a raging erection.

“Would you,” she teased again as she slid the tip of her erection over my nipples.

“Would you like to suck my cock while you watch your lady sucking my man’s cock?”, she asked again as she slid it between my pursed lips, then withdrew.

“Is that a turn on for you, watching your lady sucking my man’s cock?

“Would you like to suck my cock while you watch your lady sucking my man’s cock?”, she asked again. My cock is bigger than his. So are my tits, would you?”

“Yes,” was all I could mutter, very aroused, as I watched my lady sucking her man’s cock as she slid her erection between my pursed lips.

New levels of sexual arousal for me and wonderful eye candy. I can see my lady having her wet cunt lips licked as the man doing it has his hands supporting her gorgeous ass while another man is licking and sucking her erect nipples.

The partner of one of the men providing sexual pleasure to my lady is giving me an expert blow job as my lady glances at me.

Phon is her name

“Next time I want to have your lady.”

“And I want to have you,” Sarah replied.

Exactly one week later we are expecting Phon in our condo.

During the week we had sex every night while we verbally fantasized about sex with an incredibly attractive tranny.

“Would you like me to suck your cock while Phon licks and tongue fucks me to orgasm. I want her to pay her dues before I suck her cock,” Sarah told me as we fucked. “Perhaps you could lick and suck her nipples while I give her a blow job?

“Or perhaps she can suck your cock while I give her a blow job?“

“What shall we wear for her? You could wear the stockings and garter belt I gave you. Your erection in that outfit is huge turn on,” Sarah tells me as we apply tanning lotion to each others naked bodies.

“What should I wear for her?,” Sarah asked the day before as we were discussing what to wear for Phon. “You told me I could wear the stockings and garter belt I gave you.

You told me my erection in that outfit is huge turn on,” I told her as she watched me trying them on

I watch her peeing with her legs wide apart. “That is still a turn on for you isn’t it? You know your turn on is my turn on,” she whispers as she strokes my now almost erect cock. Your erection is magnificent in that outfit. Kinky and magnificent.”

When Phon arrives I greet her and we kiss with our cheeks as Sarah watches on. She really is a most attractive and exotic creature. Ultra feminine, high heels, bare legs, a very short leather skirt that showcases her wonderful thighs and a tight, black silk shirt with just one button done up to accentuate her cleavage. Her nipples are obvious poking against the silk.

Sarah and I are both wearing one of my business shirts with the buttons undone. Just as Sarah suggested I am wearing the black stockings and garter belt she gave and she is wearing a similar outfit I gave her with heels. I love the feel of it on my almost naked body.

“You are a very exciting woman Sarah,” Phon whispers as they tongue kiss. “I want to pleasure you just as my man and his friend did. I want to lick and kiss your magnificent ass cheeks.”

“Then do it worship my ass, lick and kiss it Phon,” Sarah tells her as she turns her back, hands behind her head, legs spread, naked apart from her heels stockings and garter belt as Phon helps her remove her shirt.

I never tire of ogling my lady’s ass cheeks. I have worshiped her ass myself countless times, three times in the last week, and watched men and women worship it, sometimes both at the same time. Even better if Sarah and I are tongue kissing at the same time, just as we are now.

“Your man licked and sucked my nipples a week ago Sarah. Now your turn,” Phon tells Sarah as they tongue kiss and Sarah helps her slide her shirt off. Just as I recall, good firm tits and sexy feminine nipples as Sarah enjoys licking and sucking them.

“Your man told me you want me to lick you to orgasm, before you give me a blow job. Would you like to look at my large, thick cock while I tongue fuck you? Have you and your man been fantasising about my large, thick cock?”

“Yes please and yes we have.”

Phon played the moment to perfection as she turned her back, undid a clip on her leather skirt and it fell to her ankles, leaving her naked apart from her heels.

“Her ass is almost as good as yours baby,” I whisper as I ogle it and compare.

“Do you like my naked body?,’ Phon teases, hands on hips, as she confidently turns to flaunt it for us.

A tranny with a very feminine body and magnificent, thick cock is always a turn on for Sarah and I. Her naked body and magnificent, thick cock have given me a full on erection.

“Hold me while she tongue fucks me standing up,” Sarah whispers as she turns around.

“The better the tongue fuck, the better the blow job,” Sarah mutters with her legs spread as Phon grasps her ass cheeks and her tongue finds the tip of her clit. Sarah has a hand on my erection as I kiss her neck while she soaks up the pleasure of Phon’s tongue.

“That is so good, so good, so fucking good,” Sarah mutters as her body tenses while she fights back her orgasm. “Tease me, edge me, tease my cunt lips with your tongue. I love it, fucking love it,” she moans as her body shakes and she orgasms.

“Don’t stop, tease me, edge me, I love it, love it,” Sarah moans as Phon rakes her nails over her ass as she edges her cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. Sarah is very aroused as she chants, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” as orgasms again, Then again.

“I promised you the better the tongue fuck, the better the blow job Phon,” Sarah smiles. “You are very talented. That was magnificent, just fucking magnificent.”

“I want to give you a blow job to remember,” Sarah whispers full of confidence as she organises Phon on a chair, our sex chair, in front of a wall length mirror.

“And so do I,” Phon whispers as she licked and kissed my very erect cock.

Magical sex receiving a blow job from a very attractive, talented shemale while ogling her naked body and magnificent, thick cock while watching my extremely talented lady giving her a blow job to remember.

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