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This was originally published as part of a novel-length story

ZORA

“I’ve often wondered if I might have gone into the criminology side of the job myself” said Zora, lounging in Katya’s bed with a glass of tea. Katya rolled over onto her stomach, the cuts on her back leaving thin crimson smears on the sheet.

“It was very different when we were young” she replied. “Most of us in the department today have studied and worked abroad – apart from the youngsters”.

“I’m not proud of how we treated the prisoners back then,” Zora said, seriously “I resigned a long time ago, before dissent was fashionable”.

“You don’t have to tell me that” Katya assured her “I understand”. She smiled at Zora, a heavily built but well-proportioned woman of a certain age with pleasant, open features. Zora flashed a charming smile in return.

“The staff of the Special Prison used to torment the ‘deviant inmates’, it was an open secret, and the male guards were much worse than us. We were all crass and vulgar”. She relaxed and began to tell her story “They were kept behind bars in isolation cells and we would go down there between shifts to taunt them. I picked on a beautiful youth called Pierre who had been arrested and held without charge since the Carcosa Club was raided after the affaire Marie-Claude”. She hesitated. “Looking back, I know I became obsessed with him. It seems bizarre now to think that I once felt that way about such a man”.

“I don’t understand” Katya said, genuinely perplexed “If Pierre came into this room now, I would beg him to whip me to death, or skewer me alive”. A faraway look came across her face and for a moment she seemed to look right through Zora into a great void behind her.

“No, you don’t understand me” Zora confirmed, taking another sip of her tea and setting the glass down “or, at least, I didn’t understand me. I denied my true nature; I thought that I could fill the emptiness with cruelty and dominance of others. I think I tried to control the thoughts I had about Pierre’s history by trying to control him. Him! At first, I taunted him much as always. I stood near the bars, but beyond the reach of a prisoner’s arms, and whispered obscene suggestions. The whole country had read about what happened at the club, and I would use the details from the government newspapers to try to get a reaction”.

“You can imagine the kind of thing” she went on. “I said that I wanted to know how it feels to be whipped and cut; I said that I had once kissed two boys at a party and I was curious about the women who were passed around and shared at the club. Then I would pout and say what a shame it was that he was locked up forever. After a few days, I became frustrated with his quiet smile and I began to show him some thigh and some cleavage, flaunting myself. Teasing always made them either drool and beg or else fly into a rage, but I got no reaction. If anything, he seemed to be amused by me.

I found that I was thinking about seeing Pierre all the time, like a silly schoolgirl. I spent hours staring into space choosing what to say or do next time we were alone, something that would finally break him. Then there came an opportunity”.

Pierre sat up when the door opened and Zora brought a female prisoner into the room – closing and locking the door behind her. She smiled triumphantly at his reaction.

“Yes” she said, gloating, “You know Yelitza, don’t you? At the club, you called her the Captain’s Woman”. Yelitza looked down at her shoes. Her hair had been cropped and she was wearing the regulation prison tunic. Pierre stood up and came to the bars of his cage.

Zora slipped off her uniform jacket and unfastened her tie, languidly unbuttoning her crisp, white shirt so that it fell open to the waist. “Do you like what you see, Pierre?” she purred, wriggling out of her skirt. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and down her flanks and shamelessly jutted her hips towards him. “You want to touch me, Pierre, don’t you?” she said, and licked her lips. Her statuesque body was now clad only in a red satin suspender-belt and sheer hose.

Pierre closed his eyes and turned his face to the ceiling. His head came down suddenly – his eyes smiled into Zora’s but he bared his teeth in an animal snarl.

Enjoying herself, Zora turned away from him – and looked back over her shoulder to blow him a kiss before stepping up to where Yelitza stood meekly. Slowly, she unbuttoned the front of the older woman’s tunic and pulled the coarse fabric away from her ample curves.

“Such luscious flesh” she purred “but treated so cruelly”. She made Yelitza turn to face the wall and stepped back, so that Pierre could see the fresh scars on her round thighs and full arse, and down the tanned flesh of her back. Zora then took a heavy leather riding-crop from her bag, looking sidelong at him as she did so.

“She must have made this in the workshop” she said, casually. “I confiscated it when I found her being thrashed by B Wing’s queen bitch”. She rubbed the shaft of the crop up and down Yelitza’s cunt; she stiffened but betrayed no other reaction. Zora sniffed the air and smiled wickedly. “She is still wet” she said.

“Command me” Yelitza spoke without lifting her head.

Zora was delighted that she had broken so easily. She sat astride the plain office chair used by visitors and thrust her crotch forward. “Come and lick me” she growled.

“Obey her” said Pierre’s modulated voice.

Yelitza lifted her eyes to Zora for the first time, with a look of naked lust. She crawled between the younger woman’s splayed thighs to lick and suck eagerly up and down the fork of her crotch. Zora watched Pierre from beneath thick lashes, stroking Yelitza’s back and arse with the tip of the crop.

“Would you like to reach through the bars and thrash her yourself?” Zora asked before voicing a low groan at the cunning tongue darting into her arsehole; she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the slavish attention. Her round breasts rose and fell. A fine sheen of sweat made her toned body glow in the electric light. Panting open-mouthed she tugged and twisted at her stiff nipples.

Pierre looked on, impassive and unmoved. Zora pushed Yelitza away and swayed up to the bars, dangerously close, sinking slowly to her knees before Pierre. She brushed her nipples with her thumbs, looking him boldly in the eyes, and then sucked lasciviously at her fingers, churning her wet tongue between them until they glistened moistly.

“Tell me what you want to do to me” she breathed. He leant against the cell wall with an arrogant hand on his hip.

“You want this, don’t you?” she demanded, sliding a finger to and fro over her clit. She slapped at her pubes and bared her teeth at him, “You want to kill me”. She slapped harder and faster, “Say it, you bastard!” she gasped, “Say what you want to do to me” and slid to the floor writhing open-legged on her back for him, her fingers rammed hard into her cunt. Pierre put his hand into the deep pocket of his yellow prison fatigue trousers, and Zora began to shiver like a leaf, and gave a series of little cries.

“Yes!” she groaned, “Yes! Play with it for me – just like all the others”! But he produced a vicious little knife, crafted from a shard of glass and a brush-handle. Helpless in the throes of an all-consuming passion, Zora could only watch as Yelitza stepped past her and pressed her arse and shoulders up against the bars of Pierre’s cell, throwing her head back and offering herself.

“The Pallid Mask” she cried, and Pierre put a long arm through the bars to clutch her heavy breast fiercely while the blade in his other hand opened her bared throat. Her lifeblood sprayed across the room, spattering Zora and making her scream with wild abandon as her climax seized her.

It took a long time before Zora’s tremors subsided, and she found the strength to crawl over the linoleum to where Yelitza lay dead. Pierre regarded her coldly as she dragged herself up the bars and turned her back to him. She tilted her face to the ceiling, adopting the same sacrificial position, and waited.

Tears had started in Zora’s eyes; Katya took her hand and pressed it to her lips.

“I felt his hand on the small of my back, so I took a firm grip on the bars beside my hips to brace myself” she continued. “And I felt the handle of the knife forced into my cunt, then immediately pulled out and rammed hard into my arse. I had to cry out in pain. He told me to stay like that, and I obeyed, bent double with the knife sticking out of me for an eternity, waiting to be taken. At last he wrenched it out and gave me my orders. I dumped Yelitza’s body in a corner of the library and disposed of the knife; no-one would investigate the death of a prisoner with any thoroughness. When I finished wiping the blood from outside Pierre’s cell – naked again, on my knees – he finally deigned to use my mouth. At the last moment, he dragged my head away and shot onto the floor and had me crawl on my belly to lick it up. Then he commanded me to stay away from him”.

“Until he sends for me” Zora’s voice trailed away. Katya took her in her arms and stroked her hair.

“I shall give you to them” she said. Zora wiped her eyes and smiled back at her. Almost shyly, she reached out to touch Katya’s face.

“You deserve more, my darling” she breathed, and Katya lay back obediently on the bed to give herself, exposing the spattering of small, round burns which decorated her breasts and stomach and her open thighs and crotch. Zora took a cigarette from the bedside and lit it. She let the smoke drift sensuously from between her parted lips and delicately brushed the glowing tip against Katya’s throbbing nipple. “Will they hang me?” she murmured.

“The men may hang or behead or stab us” Katya panted, taking the pain. “We are just meat now”. Zora’s lids drooped and her nostrils flared – and then the bedside alarm clock sounded. They froze and gazed longingly at each other. When the buzzing finished, she drew on her cigarette again.

“You must go to the kennels now” she said, dreamily. Katya sat up and took her by the shoulders, pulling their faces close together and breathing the smoke from her crimson lips.

“Come with me” she said in a low voice. Zora’s eyes melted.

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Based off the setting of The Elder Scrolls video game series. A rough Argonian warrior woman escapes harsh weather to find a remote Inn. Inside she finds solace in ways she didn’t quite expect.

Off beyond black plains my eyes caught the golden flickering of fire light- I had crossed many mountains and rivers since the last time I encountered other folk. Skeletons and trolls lend terrible company. Many long days had passed since I slept soundly, as comforting as the grasses were. I grew tired, and had not the supply to set up camp for the wet weather the night had in store. No choice. I bound for the yellow light, which grew before me into an Inn. The moment I met the doorway a raindrop felt my back. I stepped inside to find a myriad of empty tables in a room not fit for a king’s closet. A tired mercenary sit in the corner, drowning himself in black wine. I swept my gaze across the bar and took a small table near the fire. Out from behind the table, to my surprise, rose a green lizard maid. I did not expect to find a fellow Argonian sister here. She tightened her waist upon seeing a new customer and greeted me with a tail perked in the air. She spoke kind, and I thought myself nearly at age to be her mother, though I must have exaggerated disparity. A passing thought; almost nervous. I nearly did not catch what she said, and I merely replied that I had not eaten in days.

She soon laid down before me a plate of ripe fruit and bread, with a tall mug of mead. As she served me I caught her eyes stealing my leather armor and amulets, but they subverted as they met my suspicious gaze. Her young face betrayed her blush at once as she hastily turned away to ted to the dishes. I felt it safe to ease my guard. Her scales glimmered under the candle light; unlike my own they were pale and fair. It seemed a waste to long for their touch, scraped and darkened as my scales were from the harsh sun and dagger’s tip. She seemed to glow. I realized I had not eaten a bite, and quickly devoured the pile of nourishment bequeathed to me, and took the mead in one swift gulp. She stood there still, minding her business. I stood up. I announced I would be taking a room, perhaps too crossly, and left for the stairs leaving my septims on the cold counter.

For myself I took a generous room. I fell into the bed as the door shut behind me. I lay there by the lone candle with my eyes shut. In stark silence I attempted sleep, but soon gave way and peered at the flickering wax once more. Had the barmaid below not told me her name? I could not think of it. I could only think of her glow, and thought surely the name must match her fair beauty. I had not seen such a sight in longer than I care to remember… These thoughts hurt, knowing myself to be a dark red beast compared to the likes of her. I no longer had the complexion for dresses, while she glided to and fro in her gentle threads. It hurt more though, attempting not to think of such a supple creature beside her maids clothes by the marsh waters, free. A welcome thought. My armor grew cumbersome. I unequipped the heavy leather, relinquished my weapons and stock to a chest on the floor, and took cover beneath a thick woolen blanket. I lay, staring up at the ceiling. My tail peeked out under the wool from between my legs. The barmaid held my thoughts by a tight grip. I felt warm. I touched my flat scaly belly, rubbing the smooth plates. It felt good to know these scales again, after so much time with my armor. I wondered what the barmaid’s belly felt like. Her arms looked so flush from afar, I craved their touch on mine. My thoughts turned to a glimpse I had of her leg from beneath her dress. So lush and sturdy, verdant and thick. -And her tail. My hands slid down my body and I felt myself. So glad I was to be alone, as I quivered and let out a sigh. My thighs held fast with my hands in between, nearly slipping from the water now flowing from me… -I heard something. I sat up and waited to hear it again- moments later, a quiet moan from another room. It sounded like the barmaid’s voice- Suddenly I let out a moan- loader. I had sat on my tail! I fell back to the bed, aching from the sensitivity. I held the blanket to my delicate loins, cursing my foolishness. I turned around and blew the candle out, covering myself in the darkness. I lay, too nervous too sleep, wondering if I was heard. Moments passed…

I heard a door creak open. Footsteps down the hallway. I quietly reached for my dagger, and held it to my chest. I looked at the wall beside me, though I could not see anything. Pure darkness, without a hint of moonlight or fire. The light footsteps came before my door and stayed for a moment. Creak… A shaft of light appeared and disappeared. Someone entered my room. The door shut behind them. Fearless as I was in combat, I was paralyzed. I unsheathed my dagger but could not act. I smelled familiarity in the air. The footsteps came near me and I heard careful breathing, and something entered my cover and slid to me. The softest arms in all of Tamriel reached for me and held my neck, and the owner led my face to hers as I dropped my blade and turned for her. I could not see but I knew who it was, I could see her in my dreams. I knew her scent. We cradled each other, and my legs locked with hers. Our glossy bodies slid against each other, and we rhythmically pulsated and flowed together. I could not hold her tight enough, and we constricted each other, our breasts together. I slid down and began nipping at hers and she held them to my mouth. I loved them. I loved her. Our tails were winded together as one, and I could feel hers as my own, moving where I took mine. My stamina was short-lived, and she took control of me. She rode against my body, and I could do nothing but feel her body against mine. We were without friction, our bodies wet, scales lubricated by each other. After my breasts were sore from her pleasure she slid down me and gently bit my thighs and my tail. I squirmed and she held my hands. Her tongue entered my vent and I nearly cried. She tickled me from within and I felt her far inside my tummy, beneath my tough scales. I could barely hold still for her. Her mouth filled with my fluids and I moaned with exacerbation. She held me in her soft jaws until I was finished and she pulled herself up to me. We embraced.

I woke up with her in my arms. Yellow morning light hit my eye. The bed was still moist, but I could not care. For I was with her, this fair, green barmaid.

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Colleen falls victim to the nail… and human cruelty.

Chapter Four

Jason was lying on his back, spread eagle and howling in agony. Keeping him pinned to the ground were several strands of barbed wire, burrowing into his hands and feet like earthworms, while repeatedly surfacing only to dive back down. He could feel it all, every tearing slip of the metal blades severing veins and muscle cords, the splitting of his skin as they surfaced and submerged, and every drop of blood spraying from the shredded arteries. He had already lost so much blood, enough to die several times already, yet it still hissed from his ravaged body in steaming fountains. With nothing but darkness in all directions, he was desperately trying to repeat to himself that this was only a dream, yet it did nothing to lessen the horrifying pain being inflicted upon him.

As the wires dug through his flesh to reach his knees and elbows, the hard glass-like ground that he was laying on became soft and wet, as if he were laying on a bed of oiled latex. He looked around fearfully, wondering what new horror this was. Like in all his dreams, the bright red light shone down from the nonexistent sky above, finally allowing Jason to truly see.

An eye, the ground beneath him had been transformed into a giant human eyeball, with him lying pinned on its pupil. He could see every fiber in the blue iris quiver and tremble as the red light shined down and Jason weighed upon its surface. Without warning, the wires in this body suddenly made one great surge through his flesh, surpassing his knees and elbows and proceeding to now tear apart his thighs and biceps. At the same time, a familiar crash rang out, the sound of a billion bones being snapped at once, each with the volume of a flash-bang grenade.

As if heralded by the crash, crimson symbols appeared in the air around Jason. They were the symbols imprinted into his memories, having been forced into his mind by the nail. Almost materializing in thin air, they formed a cylindrical shape from the sides of the eyeball up to the red light above, making Jason feel like he was lying in the bottom of a well. Staring up at the light, he felt a shiver of terror crawl up his spine. From the bloody radiance, a colossal nail was lowered like the formation of a black icicle, all four sides gleaming and bringing with it a chorus of haunting whispers. As long as five school buses and with a head the size of a backyard trampoline, the nail slowly began to descend towards Jason.

Screaming in terror, Jason pulled at the wires that riddled his body, desperately wanting to escape but only worsening the damage inflicted to his limbs. The whole time he thrashed and tugged, his eyes never left the approaching nail, slowly lowering itself towards him like he was a fly caught in the web of a black widow. He could feel it, the immeasurable evil within the nail. It was like staring a psychopath square in the eye, times a million. He knew what it wanted: to bring death, to invoke horror, to cause suffering, to spread, and to drown the world in darkness.

Unable to escape from it, Jason chewed on his lip furiously, watching as the tip of the nail approached his stomach. He hopelessly sucked in his gut, knowing it would spare him only a second of pain. With unchanging speed and weight, the tip of the tail touched down on his navel, then slowly pressed down. Before Jason could truly prepare for it, the metal pierced his flesh and Jason released a scream of pain as the nail delved deep into his torso, moving slowly, hauntingly. The farther it moved into his gut, the wider it expanded the wound, all the while the corners of the four sides cut his skin like razor blades and blood poured down his sides.

After puncturing his stomach and letting gastric acid and blood flush through his torso cavity, the tip of the nail reached his spine. Without any change in speed, it pushed down on one of his vertebrae and broke it like a small clay pot under a guillotine. The nail severed Jason’s nerves without any issue, sending a bolt of pure, unhindered pain straight to his brain, leaving him in too much agony to even scream. Continuing to drop, the tip of the nail came out of the skin of his lower back and touched the very middle of the pupil of the eye beneath Jason.

Piercing the liquid membrane, the nail triggered the flaring of every blood vessel in the eyeball, with the pupil dilating and shrinking frantically over and over. The nail drove deeper and deeper into they eye, all the while slowly ripping Jason in half with the expanding wound. Even with his nerves severed, he could still feel everything below the wound, from the tearing of his flesh to the barbed wires still riddling his legs. Not only that, but all the damage that the eye was sustaining, his own eyes were sustaining. He could feel it in each eye, a nail being driven deeper and deeper into his pupils, quickly blinding him.

After the nail reached a certain depth, the eye completely ruptured into a shredded marsh of layered gelatin. Now, not only was the nail piercing him through and expanding his wound, it was pushing him down into the foamy mess. Completely blinded and crippled, Jason thrashed with what little strength he had left, trying to keep his head above the surface of the eye fluid. Refusing to let him have that one escape, the nail forced him all the way into the sludgy liquid, leaving him to struggle and slowly drown like a dinosaur in a tar pit.

Jason bolted awake, and in the process fell off his tiny cot and onto the cold cement floor. Never had he been so happy to wake up in prison. Well, that wasn’t quite right. In the week since he had been “arrested” for the death of a cop, he had woken up from every stretch of sleep drenched in sweat after suffering more agony than he ever thought possible. Was this what drug withdrawal was like? In his dark 8 by 10 foot cell, Jason tremblingly pulled himself over to the small sink above his toilet and splashed some water in his face.

Seven days in prison were bad enough, but he had three more weeks to look forward to, and with the influence of the nail poisoning his mind every single second. Ever since he had come to this place, his nightmares seemed to have worsened in their horror and pain. The nail was no longer with him, but he could feel its malicious will weighing down upon his mind as if he were in a trash compacter. It had gone past the regular nightmares and was providing the instructions that Professor Nelson had listed, the instructions for the ritual of creating new nails. But was it really trying to force him to perform the ritual, or was it perhaps angered that he had been separated from it and was now punishing him?

Oh well, things could be worse. For both his protection and the protection of his fellow inmates, he was kept from the general population and locked in solitary confinement. Since he wasn’t really “incarcerated”, he was allowed outside at times for visits from his family, girlfriend, and Professor Nelson. Whether absence really did make the heart grow fonder or she had finally admitted to herself that she liked ass-play, Christi seemed to have fully forgiven him, though they weren’t able to have conjugal visits.

Plus, with his own private jail cell and nothing but time on his hands, he was finally able to get his act together on his schoolwork. To try and distract himself from the nail’s influence, he read every book he could get his hands on and was way ahead in his classes. Professor Nelson visited him almost every day with missed schoolwork from all his courses and to check on his recovery. For his cold demeanor, he certainly was not one to ignore someone in pain. Lastly, since he was in solitary confinement, he didn’t have to deal with other inmates. That of course meant not getting raped in the ass, and not getting raped in the ass is always a good thing.

But his life was still hell. The symbols that the nail had imprinted in his mind had not left; he still saw them whether his eyes were open or closed. If he ever managed to fall asleep, it was never for more than an hour or so at a time, and when he did sleep, he always suffered the most horrific and painful nightmares. Even when he was awake, he was not free of the nail’s influence. Throughout the day, he would experience hallucinations and hear the haunting whispers in his ear, telling him to set loose unspeakable horrors onto the world and commit crimes that made him sick. Besides, even though he was able to visit with Christi and his family, he missed the sunlight.

“I had the stabbing dream again, where I’m on top of a giant eye and the nail runs me through. I can feel it ripping me to shreds, even now,” Jason muttered, speaking with Dr. Nelson in the visitation chamber of the prison.

Unlike the TV shows and movies where the inmates were held back by reinforced glass windows and had to speak through phones, this penitentiary had a large cafeteria-like room where inmates and their visitors could speak openly across tables. The room was empty, except for Jason and Professor Nelson. Even the guards were asked to stand outside so that no one could listen in on their conversation.

“The Black Stigmata is trying to strengthen its hold on you. Since you and it are separated by distance, its influence will naturally weaken and it knows this. It’s trying to push you into accomplishing the ritual as soon as you can while it still is able to direct your actions.”

“Have you found the nail yet?”

“No, the area where I sent the officer to pick you up has been combed repeatedly, but the nail has yet to be found. We’ve also questioned everyone connected to you and the officer, as well as anyone who was on that road after the encounter. Your family is also safe, they have been questioned on the nail but without letting them know of its actual existence. They know absolutely nothing about the Black Stigmata, and I haven’t seen any signs to suggest one of them has become a new host.”

Jason breathed a sigh of relief, glad to know his family wasn’t in danger. He didn’t want to think about what might happen if someone he cared about became a Host for the nail.

“However, things are far from good. Not only is the disappearance of the nail a very deadly loose end, we have found two corpses that have underwent the ritual, both with their nails already removed. That means that at this time, there are at least FIVE Black Stigmata floating around the area, the fifth being the twin to the one you found. I was hoping the nails would stay dormant for a while. They normally do that, waiting for things to settle down and the BSC to turn their heads, but that is not the case this time. If anything, they’re increasing their aggression.” Nelson then held up a file and laid it out on the table, revealing several pictures from crime scenes, in which people had been raped, murdered, butchered, dissected, and even cannibalized. “Five, possibly even more Hosts could be active at this very moment, and from the number of murders and rapes we’ve also been seeing, the Hosts are trying to fight against them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember that psychotic state I told you about? The one you could enter if exposed to a Black Stigmata in close proximity after the amount of time you’ve spent with it? The length of that state can be extended if the Host tries to defy the nail. The nails themselves cannot perform the ritual for multiplication, even if they possess someone. Their Host must do it under their own free will, even if the nail is forcing them to. If a Host refuses to perform the ritual, then not only will the Black Stigmata become more brutal in the psychological torture that it inflicts, but it also makes do with what it is given and uses the Host to fulfill it’s secondary objective: spread chaos and suffering.

Basically the Host is left with two options: perform the ritual or continue to let the nails torment him/her while their own body is used like a puppet on strings to commit horrible crimes. If the Host doesn’t give into the Black Stigmata’s demands, months can pass by in which they enter the psychotic state over and over again, sometimes killing multiple people each week. The BSC even suspects that many of the most brutal serial killers in history were actually trying to fight back against the control of nails, unknowingly strengthening the hold of the Black Stigmata on their souls and turning them into monsters.

Remember when I said that the BSC sends me updates on every case just in the USA? My email inbox is a mass grave of new bodies every morning.”

Back in the outside world, things weren’t going well for Colleen either. Word had spread that her brother was in jail for supposedly killing a cop and school had become hell. From first impressions, it would seem like all the girls in her school were friends, but almost every nice word was fake and every insult was hidden. It was just like the old saying: guys communicate through insults they don’t mean and girls communicate through compliments they don’t mean. The female population was split up into small cliques, all passive-aggressively snipping at each other.

Colleen got up every morning before dawn to make sure her makeup, hair, and outfit were perfect, just to try and protect her social standing. Any flaw that could be noticed, any mistake that could be called out on would give one of her enemies a chance to tear into her. That was all it took, for one of the girls she hated with all her heart to mention that a lock of hair had come undone or her makeup had smeared and that she now looked like she had just been skull-fucked. With her brother in jail, anyone looking to eliminate an obstacle in becoming the school matriarch would hurl it at her and make it sound like her whole family was crazy.

But it was more than that. She didn’t know what it was, but it seemed like Colleen and everyone around her were always on edge, all with exceptionally thin skin and no patience for anything from anyone. She was getting into fights with her true friends more and more often, she was getting into real open fights with her competitors (a few times, it almost became physical), her grades were dropping, she couldn’t sleep, nothing made her happy anymore, and she just felt like her luck was in the toilet.

Held without bail, she had been told that her brother’s trial would be in a few weeks, and she just had to hope and pray that he would be found innocent. In her bag, she kept the strange nail she had found in his car. She didn’t know why she carried it with her; it was as if something had whispered in her ear that it was a good luck charm, and that as long as she carried it and had Jason in her thoughts, everything would be fine. So far, it had proved to be some shitty good luck charm, yet she felt compelled to keep it with her.

In the aftermath of a disastrous field hockey practice, Colleen stood in the shower of the girl’s locker room, hoping the hot water pouring down on her would wash away whatever funk was holding her back. She kept herself in the corner, wanting to stay unnoticed as the other girls began the predictable dance of bitching at each other, often with fake smiles to try and portray some kind of air of confidence. Colleen was in no mood to deal with the bullshit.

“Oops! Don’t drop the soap, Lindsay!” a girl giggled.

Beth was her name; eighteen years old like Colleen, long black hair, and c-cup tits. She was talking to one of her friends, Lindsay, a girl with auburn hair like Colleen and slightly larger tits.

Fulfilling her skit, a blonde by the name of Anna rushed over to her bent over friend, grabbed her by the hips, and began humping her like a dog, slapping her naked thighs against Lindsey’s ass. “Yeah, welcome to prison, bitch!” Anna laughed while her friend gave fake cries of pain.

Beth, Lindsay, and Anna, probably the three girls Colleen hated most in school. Like all girls, they operated in a three-person squad, and her group was always in direct opposition to Colleen’s. There were several routes to popularity; being super hot, being liked by everyone, sleeping around to control the guys, being rich, or other such methods. They were sluts, having slept with half of every sports team and supposedly a few teachers. They were even bisexual.

“My brother isn’t getting raped in prison, he’s in solitary confinement,” Colleen muttered.

“I guess that’s to keep him from raping other guys. More than a cop-killer, it sounds to me like he’s a fag and a rapist,” Beth teased.

In Colleen’s bag, the Black Stigmata began to rumble.

“He didn’t kill that cop, he’s not gay, and he’s not a rapist! But if he was, I would set him loose on you!” Colleen said with angry tears in the corners of her eyes.

The three girls stiffened at the harsh threat and the rest of the team stared at Colleen. Wishing for them to get raped? Now that was taking it a little far. The whole locker room was now silent, save for the hissing of the showers.

Lindsey gained a smirk. “I bet you’d like your brother to be that way, then there would finally be a guy willing to fuck you. I bet you spend every night wishing he would come into your room and brutalize you like the dirty little whore you are.”

The Black Stigmata continued to rumble, and a deep chanting began to emanate from it, but not in any frequency that could be picked up by the girls in the locker room. The viciousness in the air was resonating with the nail. Now there were plenty of psychological buttons for it to push at.

The insinuation hit Colleen like a punch to the gut. She loved her brother, but not in that way. Now they were calling him a killer and a rapist and accusing her of incest.

“Maybe that’s how you all learned how to fuck? Did your daddies love you just a little too much? Or did they not love you enough so you went out to fuck every half-stiff dick you could find as vengeance? With how whorish you are, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone in your families fell into those gaping cum-dumpsters of yours!” Colleen shouted, approaching them by a few steps.

“Aw, looks like the prissy bitch got her feelings hurt,” Anna scoffed. “I’m guessing you’re done sucking up to everyone? I’m glad that bullshit is done, but it’s a shame you quit now, you had almost enough brown on your nose that we wouldn’t have to look at that pitbull mug of yours.”

In Colleen’s bag, an ominous crimson light shined in the pocket holding the nail, as more and more of its malevolence was released into the environment like a pheromone.

“Colleen, come on, we’re going to miss the bus,” her friend Liz said, trying to pull her away.

“Stay out of this! If you aren’t going to help me, you can just leave!”

Liz scowled. “Fine, I’m done with this. You’re on your own.”

Colleen looked at the rest of the spectators. “Same for you! If you aren’t on my side, then get the fuck out!”

Giving the same shrugs and sighs of “whatever, fuck you too”, all the other girls finished getting dressed and stormed out, leaving Colleen, Beth, Lindsay, and Anna, still standing in the showers with droplets of water running down the goose bumps of their exposed bodies.

“Well would you look at that, where did all your friends go? It seems that when it really matters, you’re all alone,” Beth hummed.

“Better I have no friends than friends like you,” Said Colleen, struggling to hold in her anger.

“Better hope your brother doesn’t say that in prison, he’ll have to join the skinheads if he doesn’t want to get stabbed like a bitch,” said Anna.

No longer able to contain herself, Colleen screamed and tackled Anna, sending the two girls tumbling to the wet tile floor. With their naked bodies intertwined, Colleen managed to get on top of Anna and started beating her wildly with her fists, screaming as she did so. Anna shielded her face from most of the hits, but Colleen was holding nothing back.

Stars, blood, and scream-worthy pain, that was all Colleen remembered when the head of a floor hockey stick slammed into her jaw, breaking almost four teeth and knocking her to the floor. Even without the pain, the pressure unleashed upon her face felt like it was weighing upon her whole body, robbing her of the ability to move. Even with her eyes open, she couldn’t see, and her mind was struggling to stay active. A sudden ice-cold spray of water revived her before she could lose consciousness, and she now found herself at the mercy of the three girls. All humanity and mercy had left their eyes, and they now bore sadistic grins.

“You’re going to pay for that, you little cunt. Now you’re our bitch,” Anna laughed.

Before Colleen could do anything, Lindsay grabbed Colleen by the ankles and dragged her out to the middle of the shower area, flipping her over so that she was on her back. Beth got on top of her, kneeling over her head and using her knees to pin down her arms, with her dripping wet slit just inches from her face. “We’re going to fuck you like the slut you are!”

Crying in fear, Colleen was about to beg for mercy when Beth fully lowering herself onto her victim’s face. Never before had Colleen even thought about being with a woman, but now the person that she despised more than anyone else was smothering her with her pussy. The feel of the vaginal lips against her own, the weight Beth’s ass cheeks against the sides of her face, the smell of her insides, and the sound of the girls’ cackling made her want to throw up in disgust and shame.

“Come on, lick it like a good bitch!” Beth ordered, ending Colleen’s frantic kicks with a hard punch to the stomach.

The impact forced out what little air Colleen had in her lungs, and for ten brief terrifying seconds, she was unable to breathe. When her lungs finally became usable again, that fear was reinstated by Beth putting her whole body weight on Colleen, forming an airtight seal with her pussy. Now she NEEDED to breathe, her lungs were crying out and every muscle she had felt like it would tear itself to shreds. She continued kicking, trying to get Beth off her.

“Lick it good and I’ll let you breathe,” Beth growled.

The pain in Colleen’s chest overwhelmed her pride and she became still. Beth raised herself up enough to let Colleen get a few desperate gasps for air, and then began grinding her pussy against her victim’s face. “Lick it, you stupid whore!”

Sobbing in humiliation and anguish, Colleen extended her tongue and moved it back and forth against her captor’s slit. There was no taste to it, at least as far as Colleen could tell, but that was only because her mouth was filled with blood from her busted teeth. Even without any real taste, the knowledge of what she was doing and what was being done to her made her cry harder than ever in her life, crying both out of disgust and self-loathing.

“That’s it, stupid little whores like you should know their place. Hey, are you guys ready yet?”

Above her, Anna had grabbed her phone and was using it to record what was going on. “Oh yeah, we’re ready,” she laughed, making sure that Colleen’s whole naked body was in the shot.

Lindsay crouched down between Colleen’s legs, holding the floor hockey stick in her hand.

“You’ve had this coming for so long,” Lindsay purred, pressing the head of the handle against the entrance to Colleen’s vagina, about to force it in.

Feeling the wood against her most sensitive spot, Colleen once again began kicking wildly, but Beth made her docile with a second brutal punch to the stomach. Unable to breathe, she tried desperately to beg them for mercy, to tell them that she was still a virgin. Her attempts were fruitless, and before she could reinforce her mind, the handle of the floor hockey stick was thrust inside her. The pain of her first ever penetration, done so brutally and by something so poorly shaped, left Colleen screaming at the top of her lungs in pain. She felt like the handle had completely ripped her open and had skewered all her organs. She had to look, she had to look and see and make sure that her whole lower body hadn’t just been sawed open.

The girls all cackled like banshees as they heard her scream, but not without it being muzzled by Beth sitting on her face. Mixed with her scream was her crying, brought on by the heartless deflowering. Lindsay pulled the stick out, revealing eight inches of bloodstained wood. The sight of the blood made her face light up. “Look at this! This skank is a virgin! It’s like I said before, she’d be lucky if even her brother wanted to fuck her. But look at all this blood, you got my floor hockey stick dirty. You’re going to pay for that.”

Chewing on her lip, Lindsay forced the handle back into Colleen, making her cry out again. With the strength in her arms, she began moving the stick back and forth inside Colleen, penetrating her like the sex-machine of a solo porn flick. The thrusts eventually became easier for her, as her body adapted to lessen the damage the stick was inflicting. Against her disgust and hatred, against the pain electrocuting her body every second, her vagina was interpreting the trauma as arousing and lubricating itself.

“My legs are aching. Anna, switch with me,” Beth grunted after the first few minutes, getting up off Colleen and finally letting her breathe fully.

Her arms wouldn’t respond to her demands, the force of Beth’s knees on them had cut off all circulation and left her arms completely asleep. As she looked up and saw Beth take the phone from Anna, her heart dropped. “You’re recording this?”

“Yep, and after we blur out our faces and names, we’ll put it up anonymously and let the whole school see it. Looks like you’re finally going to be popular,” Anna said sadistically, taking Beth’s place on top of her, but this time with her back to Lindsay.

“Now I can see your face as you lick me,” she laughed, covering Colleen’s mouth and nose with her pussy.

Like with Beth, Colleen wouldn’t be allowed to breathe unless she obeyed, and even with Lindsay fucking her with the stick over and over on camera, she tried to maintain her pride.

“You’re going to do as we say whether you like it or not!” Anna growled, reaching back and grabbing one of Colleen’s breasts with brutal strength.

The pain of Anna’s claw-like fingers strangling her breast made her scream in agony and open her mouth so that Anna could force the lips of her pussy between her own lips. Leaning back, Anna grabbed Colleen’s other breast and squeezed it with the same strength, almost as if she was trying to rip them off. Unable to withstand the pain, Colleen frantically began licking Anna’s pussy with everything she had, trying to appease her captor and lessen her agony. Finding her desperate lapping satisfactory, Anna lessened her hold on Colleen’s breasts and instead began jiggling them and pinching her nipples.

“Yeah, look me in the eyes while you eat me out,” Anna growled as she spat on Colleen’s face.

Tears running down her temples, Colleen looked up into Anna’s grinning face, while her cheeks inflating and contracting with the frenzied movements of her tongue and lips. She could feel the tiny stubbles of pubic hair between Anna’s legs, likely to be shaved away later. Beneath those sharp sand-like stubbles, Anna’s pussy was soft against her lips, as well as incredibly moist. By now, the pain of her deflowering had faded and her body was beginning to respond to the stimulation. Regardless of the throbbing pain in her mouth and the revulsion crushing her soul, Colleen was beginning to feel a sick form of pleasure as the hard wooden stick churned her moistening pussy. As much as she despised it, the taste of Anna’s pussy was resonating and exciting her, as if she could taste the hormones in Anna’s wetness and her own hormones were activating in response.

Arriving with almost instant spontaneity, familiar waves of warmth were rushing from the lips of her deflowered slit. Oh no, she was about to cum! If she ended up climaxing while being raped by three girls, she would never forgive herself. Her legs began squirming as she tried to fight back against the inevitable orgasm, but her attempts caught her captors’ attention. Lindsay increased the strength of her thrusts, working the floor hockey stick as hard and fast in Colleen’s pussy as she could, threatening to tear her open.

MMMMMMMMMMMH!

Colleen’s muffled whine signaled her climax, and with fresh tears of shame pouring from her eyes, she felt tremor after tremor of pleasure rush through her body.

“Oh ho! This little whore really does like it rough. How many times did you cum from getting fucked like a worthless little fleshlight?” Anna teased, getting up off Colleen while Lindsay let go of her ankles.

With the bloody hockey stick still in her pussy, Colleen curled up into a ball on the wet tile floor and sobbed harder than ever in her life.

“Oh, we’re not done with you yet. You still haven’t learned your lesson,” Beth cackled.

With her back to the group, Colleen tried to block everything out and sink into the farthest recesses of her mind, desperate the escape her pain and humiliation.

“I haven’t seen that thing since spring break!” she heard Anna giggle shrilly. Colleen shuddered at the sound of her tormentor’s voice, fearing what sort of new horror awaited her.

With cruel strength, Beth grabbed Colleen’s hair and dragged her across the floor, forcing her to unravel from her fetal position. Flipped onto her back, Colleen’s attempts to fight against this new assault failed, for like a snake lunging out for a fatal strike, she felt something large, bulbous, and rubber enter her mouth. It was a purple dildo, the size of a cucumber and secured to a harness that Beth was wearing.

“Yeah, suck on that cock you little bitch,” Beth growled, pummeling the back of Colleen’s throat with the dildo.

After the damage she had sustained by getting hit in the face by a hockey stick, being orally violated by the large sex toy was the last thing she needed. Every time the rubber monstrosity even entered the half of her mouth where her teeth had been broken, pain capable of leaving her temporarily blind seared her skull and almost threw her into a seizure. Just the feeling of this object made her feel filthy and violated, both due to the shape and the fact that it was obviously used. Laughing at her, Beth pulled the dildo out of her mouth and smeared a mix of blood and saliva across her face, then jammed it back in.

This time, the hard impact of the head of the rubber phallus against her uvula was too great for her to overcome. With strength born from instinct, she pushed Beth off and rolled onto her side, proceeding then to vomit the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

“Disgusting little bitch,” Lindsay hissed, pushing down on Colleen’s head with her foot and rubbing her face in her vomit.

“You sorry excuse for a slut, you aren’t good enough to be fucked by us. Clean yourself off,” Beth said, pulling Colleen to her feet by her hair and then throwing her against the wall.

Banging her head against the hard tile, Colleen fell to her knees and again had to be pulled up. With the rubber dildo bumping between her inner thighs, she screamed as Beth pulled back her head back and turned on the shower above her, keeping it at its coldest setting. As chilling as death, the water poured down on her naked body like a river of broken glass, making every inch of exposed skin feel like it was being cut. Standing just out of the reach of the water, Beth held her in place while Anna and Lindsay continued to laugh and record it.

“Dirty little whore, you should be lucky if anyone even bothers to hose you off,” Beth hissed, biting Colleen’s ear and rubbing her face to clean off the blood, saliva, and vomit.

Taking it farther, she reached down and smacked Colleen’s pussy as hard as she could, drawing a new scream of pain from her victim and fresh attempts to protect herself. Refusing to let their toy have any sort of power, Lindsay rushed over and helped spread Colleen’s legs so that Beth could continue slapping her vagina as if she were spanking a child. With her skin already crying out from the frigid bite of the water, the pain Colleen felt with each whiplash to her womanhood was excruciating. Under the cold water, Colleen’s nipples had become like gumdrops, and her breasts were just begging to be smacked over and over again by Lindsay.

Taking it even farther, Beth reached down and hooked her fingers in Colleen’s pussy, forcing them all in up to her knuckles and then shaking her hand violently. When Colleen’s desperate whimpers didn’t satisfy her, she increased the cruelty and pulled her hand upwards, lifting Colleen off her feet as if she were trying to rip open her entire pelvic region. After enjoying her victim’s cries bouncing off the walls of the locker room, Beth turned off the water to the shower and forced Colleen to bend over with her face pressed against the cold tile wall.

Giggling and licking her lips, Beth spread Colleen’s legs and rubbed the ribbed shaft of the dildo against her bruised slit, teasing her while Colleen begged for her to stop.

“Please no,” Colleen whimpered as she felt the head spread the lips of her pussy.

With a brutal shove, Beth rammed the dildo deep into Colleen, burying it up to the base while the unwilling recipient cried out in pain.

“Yeah, take it you stupid bitch,” Beth growled, using one hand on Colleen’s neck to keep her bent over and thrusting into her over and over again.

With her movements hinting to her experience with the sex toy, Beth fucked Colleen without a shred of mercy. The toy was reaching in and out of her slender body as if it were punching her womb, all to the sound of Beth’s thighs clapping against Colleen’s ass. The wetness of their naked flesh vocalized the sound of each clap with towering volume, complimenting Colleen’s sobbing. With the cell phone in her hand, Lindsay got in close for the best shots. She zoomed in on Colleen’s face pressed against the cold tile wall, wet with both water from the shower and her tears. Her mouth was always open, sounding out her painful cries, while her eyes showed the humiliation and shame she felt.

Lindsay then got under Colleen so that she could get a close shot on their victim’s pussy, bruised, swollen, and even bloody from the abuse it had sustained. The dildo was being thrust into her body with sadistic speed and strength, forcing open her lips with each deep penetration. Holding aside the phone, Lindsay reached up and began pinching and pulling on Colleen’s nipples with her free hand, then leaned forward and licked her exposed clitoris. She didn’t know why, but seeing the way Colleen was being tortured and hearing her screams, it made her deflowered slit look very delicious. There was still blood from her torn hymen and the small tears her interior had suffered from the ravaging. The crimson in her own veins boiling, she succulently lapped up every remaining droplet of blood and relished the taste of her orgasmic fluids.

With stimulation to her clit and breasts, as well as the deep vaginal pummeling, Colleen could feel her second unwanted orgasm building. For the sake of her dignity, she fought against it with everything she had, but Beth’s animalistic thrusts broke down her every defense like a wrecking ball. Knowing it would bring about some new torment and throw her even harder against rock bottom, she cried out in excruciating euphoria as a thunderous orgasm rocked her body until her legs buckled.

Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, Beth crouched down and force-fed her the dildo. Even after being forced to perform cunnilingus on two of her rapists, the knowledge and taste of her own wetness made her sick with ignominy.

“You had better get it nice and wet, you’re going to need all the lubrication in the world for what’s coming up,” Beth purred while stroking Colleen’s hair.

Colleen no longer had the strength or will to defy them. It felt like every tendon in her limbs had been cut, and if she tried to fight back in any way, they would just hurt her more. She knew what Beth was going to do, and it filled her with such terror that her stomach threatened to re-release itself onto the floor. But there was nothing that could be done to stop it, they were going to rape her in the ass and she would just have to hope that she would somehow survive.

With only enough energy to cry, Colleen was pulled onto her hands and knees and shuddered as Beth spat on her virgin asshole. She put up every mental defense she had to try and protect her soul from this new trauma, but as if knowing what she thinking, Lindsay lid down on her stomach in front of Colleen. Reaching back with her legs, Lindsay got Colleen in a headlock and pulled her face forward against her ass, with her lips pressed against Lindsay’s anus. About to try and push her off while sealing her mouth against the revolting orifice, Colleen released a whistle-like scream as Beth forced the cucumber-sized dildo into her ass. Due to the size of the toy and lack of proper lubrication, the tightness of Colleen’s body and the friction greatly slowed the sexual assault to a crawl, but without stopping for even a second, Beth managed to work the entire rubber phallus into Colleen’s asshole.

The pain she felt at the insertion was beyond description, both for the physical agony and the stab to her pride and dignity. She felt like her asshole had just been cut open like a ripped bagel, and even if she was being raped, she felt so ashamed of herself that she couldn’t imagine ever being able to look her family in the eye or even at herself in the mirror. Tied with the humiliation she felt at the sodomy was the revulsion she felt as her tongue lathered Lindsay’s asshole. Her scream had forced her mouth open and her tongue out, but having now lost all self-respect, she didn’t bother to pull it back in. They had turned her into a helpless little sex slave, a piece of meat for them to degrade and abuse. Besides, they would probably hurt her if she didn’t put up a good effort.

Colleen’s docility seemed, if anything, to irritate Beth and the other girls. Wanting to see and hear the results of her cruelty and torment, Beth pulled the dildo all the way out and then rammed it back in at full strength, causing a dribble of blood to christen the ring of her anus. Even with her broken will, Colleen gave another scream of pain, feeling as if her asshole was filled with hornets. Cackling like a witch, Beth took up the same rhythm as before, ramming the dildo back and forth in Colleen’s ass with the skill and power of a seasoned male porn star.

After the first few strokes, the long sex toy slid through her without effort, gleaming with her blood and the wetness of her asshole. With each thrust into Colleen, both her and Beth’s breasts would bounce and roll, while in the front of the chain of brutality, Lindsay hummed and licked her lips as she felt Colleen’s tongue roll around in her ass with the diligence of a broken woman resigned to her fate. She was certainly licking every possible corner, and on the sidelines, Anna watched with the phone in her hand, fingering herself to the girl she despised being raped and humiliated.

“How ironic, your brother is in prison but YOU’RE the one taking it up the ass in the showers like a little bitch,” Beth laughed.

The minutes that passed felt like hours as Beth brutalized Colleen without ever having to slow down or stop to catch her breath. If anything, she had more stamina for this than any other woman in the world. She just kept forcing the toy into the deepest recesses of Colleen’s rectum, wishing she actually had a real dick so that she could make Colleen feel the shame of a good deep cream pie from her rapist. However, the raven-haired sadist finally gave in and pulled out of Colleen one last time.

Even with the dildo removed, Colleen’s ass remained wide open like a bottomless pit and she slumped over onto her stomach with silent tears running down her still face.

“I’m tired, one of you take over,” Beth panted as she unfastened the strap-on.

“Count me in,” Anna said with a lick of her lips, exchanging the strap-on for the camera. “Come on, get up, slut! Time for you to know how to ride a stiff cock!” Anna barked, kicking Colleen in the ribs and then lying down on the floor.

When Colleen didn’t move, Lindsay pulled her hair until she got up and led her over to Anna. Knowing that she would likely receive an infection, Lindsay forced Colleen down onto the dildo, making sure it went into her pussy. Staring into Colleen’s eyes, Anna reached up and grabbed her throat, as if to strangle her.

“Now bounce, you stupid cunt!”

With her face remaining mournfully stoic and her legs feeling like jelly after the anal pounding she had just received, Colleen began riding the dildo, wincing every time the sex toy impacted the entrance to her womb. Colleen had originally thought that she couldn’t sink any lower, but now that she was on top, she realized she was wrong. She finally had an ounce of control in this situation, but her only choice was how hard and fast she wanted to be raped. She had to decide how fast to ride the dildo and how high to raise herself before dropping back down, and she had to work up the effort and exert herself so that she could continue to be raped.

“Damn it, move faster! What kind of lazy whore do you think you are?!” Anna shouted, slapping Colleen hard across the face, using enough strength to leave an immediate black eye.

Wanting to help out, Lindsay came up from behind with the discarded floor hockey stick. Inserting the curled lip at the end into Colleen’s gaping anus, she hooked Colleen like a fish and pulled upwards. Yelping in fresh pain from the hard pull to the already shredded flesh, Colleen raised herself up to try and escape the sharp tugging on her asshole. Just before the dildo could come out of her slave, Lindsay stopped pulling and instead pushed down on Colleen’s head, forcing her back onto the standing phallus. This process was repeated over and over until Colleen was forced to learn that she would have to choose between anal and vaginal suffering. She began acting on her own, bouncing on the dildo with all her strength and raising herself up until only the head remained in her pussy, then dropping down and ramming it back into her.
As she rode the dildo, she once again began to cry. With each movement she made, her tears were flung off her bruised face. A wide smile on her own face, Anna opened her mouth and tried to catch her liquid suffering as if they were droplets from the fountain of youth. Grinning like her friend, Beth walked over and kneeled over Anna. While Anna raised her head and orally massaged Beth’s dripping wet pussy, Beth focused the camera of the cell phone on Colleen’s face, wanting to catch every glorious tear that dripped from her eyes and every twinge of pain and humiliation that flashed across her visage.

This time, Colleen did nothing to suppress her orgasm. She just let it happen and signaled it with an automatic moan. As if fulfilling a pattern, this told her captors that it was time to change to something new. With Lindsay pulling her hair, Colleen was forced to her feet, turned around, and pushed back down onto the dildo, this time taking it back up the ass. As she resumed bouncing on the rubber phallus while crying and whimpering from the pain of the further brutality to her anus, Beth stood up and walked out in front of her, standing beside Lindsay. The two girls watched her force herself up and down, enduring the crippling pain in her rectum while her breasts bounced like water balloons with each heave she made of her body.

“She certainly looks tired,” Beth giggled, hearing Colleen’s breathing become labored.

“Yeah, I think she could use a drink,” Said Lindsay.

Stepping forward, she stopped Colleen and grabbed her head, rubbing her bruised face against her pussy. Colleen instinctively began licking the wet slit with everything she had, knowing that it was the only way to escape further punishment. However, it was not the case this time. Reaching down, Lindsay pinched Colleen’s nose and forced her to start breathing through her mouth. Then, with her gasping mouth rubbing up against her slit, Lindsay sighed and released her bladder. A thick stream of urine gushed from her pussy and splashed across Colleen’s face and down her chest. With her mouth forced open, Colleen coughed and gagged as Lindsay pissed down her throat, forcing her to drink it.

As soon as Lindsay stepped back, Colleen screamed in disgust and horror. Before she had told herself that she would survive this ordeal, but now she welcomed death. Lindsay then got down on her knees and began rubbing Colleen’s pussy while Anna bucked her hips, forcing her to continue bouncing on the dildo. With the phone still in her hand, Beth got up in Colleen’s face and pissed in her mouth and on her as well, relishing the sight of Colleen’s suffering. Being underneath Colleen, Anna was splashed with both women’s urine, but instead of being disgusted, it only excited her, and she started countering Colleen’s rises and falls with viciously powerful upwards thrusts.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?! You’re such a dirty little whore, aren’t you!” Beth taunted, getting a close up on Colleen’s face.

“Yes, I’m a dirty little whore!” Colleen cried out, doing everything she could to avoid making them mad.

“Do you like getting raped in the ass?” Lindsay asked.

“Yes, I love getting raped! I love getting fucked in the ass!” she sobbed, feeling another orgasm brewing, her strongest yet.

“Do you like it when we piss on you like the piece of garbage you are? Do you want us to keep doing it?!”

“Yes, please piss on me! Let me drink it all!”

By now, Colleen was acting on autopilot, saying whatever they wanted to say and doing whatever they wanted her to do. She had no more pain to feel and no more dignity to lose. She was broken.

“Do you always cum when getting gang-raped?” Lindsay asked, ramming her fingers up inside Colleen’s pussy.

“Yes, I always cum when I’m gang-raped. I love getting raped.”

“How about sending a message out to your brother, we’ll make sure he sees it. Tell him what a whore you are. Tell him what he should do to you,” Beth said, smacking her across the face.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Colleen stared into the camera with dead eyes. “Jason, I’m a dirty worthless whore that loves to get raped and pissed on like garbage! You should sneak into my room and fuck my slutty pussy and ass! I’m so worthless that I’ll suck my brother’s cock! I IEEEEEEEEE!”

Her unwilling confession was interrupted as a thunderous orgasm splashed between her legs, one so overwhelming, that not only did she fall off the dildo, but she squirted like a lawn sprinkler. As she fell to the floor, gasping for air, the three girls all stood up around her.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, your punishment has just begun,” Beth said sadistically.

Professor Nelson watched as Mr. and Mrs. Steven’s left their daughter’s hospital room, sobbing so hard that they could barely walk. He was surprised that they hadn’t fainted or lost their minds, he certainly wouldn’t have blamed them. Colleen had been raped for so long that she and her tormenters weren’t found until the night janitor came in to clean the locker room. That was probably the only silver lining to her ordeal, since it was the janitor that had saved Colleen and managed to keep the girls from leaving until the police could come and arrest them. Had they gotten away, the taped ordeal would have probably ended up on the Internet. The one and only file of that horrible video was in police custody and would be used to send those three she-beasts to jail for the rest of their cruel lives.

Nelson had seen (or skimmed through) the video, and while it made him curse, he wished in his heart that he wasn’t so scarred as to be unable to feel anything worse than jaded bitterness at such a sight. This was his fault; he should have paid closer attention to Jason’s family. The Black Stigmata were clever, they knew how to remain unnoticed if they wanted to, but there had to be signs that Nelson had missed. He looked down at his wrist, which was secured in handcuffs. Instead of another cuff at the end of the chain, the chain was welded to what looked like a large metal thermos, but with a keypad on the side. Every time it moved, the sound of something bumping around inside was briefly audible.

With a sigh, Nelson entered Colleen’s hospital room and closed the door behind him, taking a second to look at her and mourning the innocence she had lost. It would be months before she could walk again, and she would never be able to bear children. The damage she had sustained over the course of those long hours, inflicted by just about every object her tormenters could use against her, had left her pelvic region permanently disfigured. She had also suffered deep lacerations across her face and breasts, among other horrible injuries. With a respirator over her face, her mouth stuffed with gauze, and a steady morphine drip, Colleen slowly opened her one good eye, the other one damaged and at risk of being forever unusable.

“Colleen, my name is Professor Chris Nelson. You don’t know me, but I’m a friend of your brother and I’m doing everything I can to help him. Please, I know you’re in pain and I know you’ve gone through unspeakable horrors, but there is one thing I must ask you for your own safety. This is a matter of life and death, and if I wait any longer, you may not have the willpower to answer. This may be the last time you can answer this question truthfully. Please, for the sake of your brother and yourself, will you answer my question?”

Colleen slowly nodded and he carefully approached her, knowing that she was definitely traumatized and could react strongly to any misinterpreted movements on his part.

Sitting down in the chair beside her bed, he hesitated for a brief few moments before speaking. “At any time between your brother’s arrest and this evening, have you come into contact or seen a metal object measuring about four inches long and with four flat sides? It’s like a spike or a large ancient-looking nail.” Colleen’s eye immediately widened and the beeping of her heart monitor increased in frequency. “Colleen, where is the nail?”

With her mouth full of gauze for her broken teeth and the morphine in her blood weakening her by the second, Colleen struggled to speak. “Bag,” she managed to gasp.

Nelson’s eyes swerved over to the corner, where in the second chair in the room, her purse, backpack, and gym bag were situated. Nelson searched every bag, making sure he did so with rubber gloves. At last, he found the nail in a small pouch on the right strap of her backpack. With a scowl on his face, he examined the nail closely, as if entering a staring contest. “I got you now.”

He placed the nail on the nearby table, and with it, the metal canister chained to his wrist. Typing a six-digit code into the keypad on the side, he opened the top and removed a smaller capsule from inside, about the size of a TV remote. Opening it up, he lowered in the Black Stigmata and sealed it shut, then placed the capsule back into the canister and locked it up tight. Flipping it back on its side, he typed three codes into the keypad. With the first code, a small click was heard in the lid, sealing it shut. With the second, a quick hiss cut through the air. With the third, a whispering mix of a scrape and a tap was barely audible.

This was the only way to safely transport Black Stigmata, and even then, its influence still leaked out with enough power to twist the weak-minded. The interior capsule was filled with water, water being a universal equalizer and powerful energy container. However, it wasn’t normal water. Deuterium oxide, it was a special water isotope with increased density and the ability to trap energy and subatomic particles better than normal water. It was for this reason that “heavy water” had originally been used in the Sudbury Neutrino Observatory in Canada, as was still used in many nuclear reactors. Just like how light would reflect off regular water, heavy water’s greater atomic density allowed it to repel and thereby contain energy. The second the nail had been lowered into the capsule, the heavy water had begun to glow bloody red as the radiating energy of the Black Stigmata was caught by the water particles.

The hissing that had been heard was the result of all the air in the canister being drained, sealing the capsule in a complete vacuum. The tap and scrape was the result of the capsule losing contact with the inside of the canister when electromagnets in the sides were activated, suspending the capsule in the middle of the empty space so that nothing could touch it. Both the capsule and the canister were made with layer upon layer of gold and lead, as well as many other elements that were normally used in containing radiation. While the Black Stigmata weren’t radioactive, these elements did have some affect.

With the evil of the nail sealed away, Professor Nelson turned to Colleen. “I know you have no reason to believe me after what you went through, but everything is going to be all right. Or if I’m wrong, things are going to get far worse than you could possibly imagine.”

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I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience.

My man Roger and I are in our mid-forties and have had sexual adventures that many people would be envious of: some incredulous of even.

Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we share another female sometimes which we both enjoy.

Today, a sunny, lazy Sunday afternoon we are suntanning naked, though I am wearing my watch, on our patio.

“Magic sex last night baby, you really are a wonderful lover. And a brilliant fuck,” Roger tells me as he smears my body with tanning lotion.

“Glad you liked it, you know I am to pleasure and be pleasured sexually. Right now I would love to watch you masturbate for me. And I will do the same for you. If you can last for twenty-minutes I will squirt for you. One of your kinky turn-ons, and mine.”

I am multi-orgasmic and watching Roger tease his thick, oily, eight-inch erection with his fingertips as I tease my cunt lips and extended clit with a fingertip has me close to orgasm in a just few minutes.

“We are due for a third person in our sex life soon baby, very soon,” I groan as I orgasm at the thought of a new sexual encounter.

“What type of person would you like next time baby?” I ask as I continue to enjoy teasing the full length my cunt lips with a fingertip as Roger watches and teases his raging erection.

“We have never had a woman with a slim body and really good firm, big tits. Would you like that? I would.”

“Make it happen, I haven’t had another woman for months.”

“Glad you like the idea baby. She can pleasure you first, then you can blow me while I kiss and lick the nipples on her big tits. You love an audience and you like showing off your talents while another woman watches.”

Usually after four or five orgasms I am ready to squirt but I want to tease my man – and myself – by making him wait twenty minutes.

However, watching him stroke his big thick cock and visualizing the women – and men – I have watched sucking it and blowing him, usually after they have pleasured me, has me up to four orgasms in twelve minutes: I love to time myself.

Roger is teasing his nipples as he does kegels with his cock to slow himself down as he tells me, “I am determined to last twenty-minutes for you baby so you can squirt for me.”

“Not sure if a can last that long,” I moan as I am on the edge of a huge orgasm, my fifth for this session and I am ready to squirt, I can barely hold back.

“Don’t make me wait, cum with me now, right now,” I tell Roger as I squirt in huge spasms and watch him groan and shudder as he blows a huge load for me.

Exactly one week later Suzi is due to visit us. In the lead up to her visit Roger informed me she was a little younger than us, honey blond, spoke with a soft German accent, a slim body and really good firm, big tits.

As we showered together after trimming each other’s pubic hair so that we both have a long identical patch over our sex, I asked Roger what should we wear to greet Suzi.

“Less is always more baby, flaunt your ass for Suzi and me,” he tells me as he towels me dry and kisses and licks my ass and puts his hand between my legs and teases my cunt lips with a fingertip.

When Suzi arrives Roger is wearing only very tight jeans which highlights his tanned, muscular body. I am wearing heels, an unbuttoned white silk shirt and a pair of tight leather slacks with no back so that my ‘gorgeous round ass’ to quote Roger is totally exposed. And I feel excited as I we are both about to have a new sexual experience.

After brief introductions while Roger and I admired Suzi’s outfit. Heels, skin tight black silk slacks and matching blouse, unbuttoned enough to highlight her exciting cleavage with a gold chain and pendant in there.

Suzi took the initiative. “I have heard lots of good things about you two, especially you Sarah and I want to experience mutual sexual pleasure with both of you. Your blow job technique is legendary, I want to watch you in action.

“I think this is why I am here,” she smiles as she undoes the buttons on her blouse, then opens it slowly as she has her hands all over me while she tongue kisses me, which I eagerly respond to.

As her hands reach my naked ass I can sense her surprise as she turns me around to look.

“Your ass looks sensational, I want it,” she murmurs as she kneels and kisses both cheeks.

“I love watching while I wait for my turn baby,” I can hear Roger moaning as he slides out of his jeans and teases his erection.

The sight of Suzi’s magnificent, full, firm tits in all the mirrors has a surprising effect on me; they really are something special. Very special I muse as she teases her nipples with her fingertips and I watch them respond.

In all my bisexual experiences I had never had such magnificent tits to ogle and pleasure and was determined to pleasure Suzi to the max.

The feel of her nipples on mine as we tongue kiss is sexual bliss for me.

“Love the way you are licking my nipples, love it,” she whispers as they become long and hard with Roger licking one and me the other.

“Your ass really is sensational, especially with those heels, I want it,” she tells me again as she kneels and kisses both cheeks as she slides my tight leather slacks with no back to the floor and I step out of them.

“Now your other side, love the way you trim your cunt, same as me,” she murmurs as she parts my legs and teases my cunt lips with her tongue with her hands on my ass.

I love having my cunt licked while standing, this time is magic as I ogle her tits and big nipples.

“Like that do you Sarah?,” she asks rhetorically as she digs her nails into my ass and I arch my body forward to maximize the double pleasure she is providing, her tongue on my cunt lips and her erect nipples touching on my legs.

“I love watching while I wait for my turn baby,” I can hear Roger moaning again as I watch him teasing his erection.

Minutes later I am sitting on my man’s face as he holds my ass and licks and teases my cunt lips to perfection while I am kissing and licking the best pair of tits either of us has ever had as I watch in the mirrors on three sides and the ceiling.

Suzi is standing in front of me and we have our hands on each other’s arms while I enjoy licking her very erect nipples.

“Your ability to multi-orgasm is legendary Sarah, love it, keep going,” she tells me as I shudder and cum again – I have lost count by now.

“Your man has a raging erection, he really is very well hung and he can see us in the ceiling mirror.

Within minutes I am up to what must be orgasm number seven or eight.

“Your man has a raging erection, he really is very well hung and he can see us in the ceiling mirror,” Suzi repeats.

“Pleasure me Sarah while I suck your man’s big cock,” she tells me as she lays on the bed with her head over the end so Roger can feed his roaring erection into her mouth while he ogles her tits with his hands all over them.

“I love having my cunt licked while I am sucking a huge cock,” Suzi manages to tell us as Roger is feeding his cock into her mouth.

“Do you like licking my cunt while I have your man’s cock in my mouth while he is licking my tits Sarah?”

“Yes I do, very much, I want to pleasure you with my tongue.

I am very competitive and determined to bring her to orgasm at least once while she is pleasuring my man.

Suzi is very receptive to my tongue on her very wet cunt lips as she wraps her legs around me and manages to tell me, “Pillow under my ass, pillow,” as Roger re-positions himself.

I can see Roger reinserting his erection into her very willing pursed lips, a real turn on as I am about to resume licking her cunt, as I adjust the pillow.

“Love watching you licking Suzi while she is sucking my cock baby,” Roger groans as he starts to breath very heavily.

At the same moment Suzi’s whole body trembles as she cums, once, twice three times on my tongue as Roger is screaming, “So good, so fucking good.”

In the afterglow the three of us are splashing around and teasing each other’s naked bodies in our large shower area.

“I want to enjoy watching you blow your man Sarah, your skills are legendary. Can Roger get it up again for you?” Suzi asks as I ready myself to do just that for him.

Roger loves me giving him a golden shower, it is an absolute turn on for both of us and a sure way of giving him a second erection in one session.

“On your back on the floor baby, you know what’s coming. Do you want it?” I tease as I kneel above his groin area as Suzi watches closely.

“Can I do that for him as well?” Suzi asks as I slowly release my golden shower, then pour over him as he achieves a raging erection.

“Kiss my tits for me Sarah while I do it,” Suzi whispers as she kneels above his erection.

“Do you really want this from me?” Suzi teases slowly before she unleashes a huge torrent on him much to his delight.

While Roger is showering Suzi is tongue kissing me and teasing my cunt lips with her fingertip which I am enjoying.

“Watch, this will really get it up twice for you,” Suzi tells Roger as he reappears before she lays me on the bed and kisses her way down from from my lips, nipples and then my cunt lips.

“Awesome baby,” is all he can say.

“Now you Roger, I want to watch Sarah blow you while you kiss my tits.”

Roger is wearing a tiny leather, crotch-less g-string and flaunting his second erection of the afternoon for two women as Suzi watches him fit his black leather cock ring and fasten it under his balls.

“Your cock looks awesome wearing that, a huge visual turn on for me,” Suzi smirks and I agree as I am about to pleasure it.

I love an audience, be it male or female, and their turn on watching me sucking and draining a huge cock The thought of Suzi watching while I pleasure my man while he licks the ‘best tits I have ever had,” has me determined to make this occasion special.

Roger is sitting on a chair ogling Suzi’s naked body and her tits in particular as I kneel and lick the underside of his erection while I push it into his stomach.

“He is hung isn’t he, must be eight inches and thick,” Suzi whispers as she stands behind Roger and teases his nipples.

“Yes eight-inches, glad you like it,” Roger boasts very pleased with himself as two women are about to pleasure him.

I always get a real buzz from blowing a man so he achieves orgasm. Doing it while another woman is watching is an extra special buzz.

I love sex with an audience, and this time my man is going to feast on Suzi’s magnificent tits.

“Awesome, now show me how good you are at blow jobs,” Suzi tells me as I take Roger’s roaring erection into my mouth and she positions herself so he can feast on her tits.

“I want to watch you blow him while he licks my nipples.”

“You owe me baby, your turn to watch me blow another man in a month’s time. Would you like to masturbate for me while you watch?,” I tease as I kiss the sides of his cock.

“You really are awesome Sarah the way you do that,” Suzi whispers as she watches me slide the tip of my thumb and forefinger along Roger’s erection while he is licking her nipples.

I motion for Roger to stand, he says he always has a better orgasm standing, as I pinch Roger’s nipples with his cock in my mouth, softly at first, then hard, before I dig my nails into his ass cheeks while I slide almost the full length of his cock between my pursed lips.

“You really are awesome Sarah the way you do that,” Suzi whispers as she watches me resume sliding the tip of my thumb and forefinger along Roger’s erection while he is licking her nipples.

Suzi tacitly is digging her nails into Roger’s ass cheeks and Roger is breathing very heavily as I slide the tip of my thumb and forefinger along Roger’s erection while I suck just the tip of it.

“You are so good baby, so fucking good, especially with an audience,” he is almost screaming as I swallow his load with aplomb.

“You owe me baby, your turn to watch me blow another man in a month’s time. Would you like to masturbate for me while you watch?” I tease in the afterglow.

“You know I would baby.”

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one in a potential series

Some people say that Master’s first sexual experience was with a girl. It would make sense since she’s a lesbian. But anyway, so the story goes- and I’m sure it’s been modified over the years- something like this:
In the woods, not far from the current camp, was a tree house built with three rooms. A main room, a closet like room, and a washroom complete with a mirror, a deep sink like tub and water hose connections, (a pipe ran up the trunk of the tree to the bottom of the floor for water).
Master was sitting on the pallet of blankets and pillows in the main room awaiting the arrival of her long time, childhood friend. We’ll call this friend Rachel.
Rachel knocked twice on the floor door before pushing it open and climbing into the main room. She looked around to see Master in her underwear reading a book. She laughed. It wasn’t unusual to find Master like that since the summers were often hot and the tree house even hotter.
“Rachel!” Master exclaimed scrambling to her feet to hug her friend. Rachel’s breasts squished into Master’s and Master felt her nipples perk up in anticipation. The softness of Rachel’s cleavage called to her in a way none of the porn she watched ever had. The firmness of them made her hands itch to squeeze and rub them.
“Hi! I see you are reading again! You know, you’re probably going to go blind from straining to see in this dark room. You should really light some of these candles.” Rachel dropped her back pack on the wooden floor and pulled a lighter from a drawer under the small, portable, camping TV. She walked around the room, lighting the vanilla and cinnamon scented candles, till the room was casted in soft shadows. Though it was daylight outside, the giant branches and thick leaves blocked out a good portion of the sunlight.
“It gets to hot if you light those though!” Master protested resisting the urge to stomp her foot. She did have to admit, Rachel’s luxurious curves looked even more delicious in the sensual lighting.
“So? Now at least you won’t have to strain so hard. If you would buy a flashlight you could eliminate the candle issue. But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about.” She said changing the subject quickly. She turned to grab her backpack off the floor and Master rubbed hard on her pussy. She wanted more but it was all she was going to get for now.
“You know Paul and I have been together almost a year-,”
“Unfortunately.” Master scoffed. She’d made it very clear in the past that she didn’t like the way Paul treated Rachel. He beat her often and apologized, promising to never do it again only to go back on his word a day or so later. Rachel stuck with him though. She wanted to marry her high school sweetheart and with a school as small as theirs, he was likely to be the only available boy for her.
“So,” Rachel continued a bit louder, ignoring Master’s comment, “I was hoping for our anniversary- you could skip your daily visit to the tree house and instead stay at home for the afternoon.” Rachel said this a bit nervously, her anxious hands twisting the strap of her bag.
Master’s eyes furrowed stiffly. She and Rachel were the only ones who knew about the tree house. It was their haven. If Rachel brought Paul there, their safe place would be ruined. He would want to come all the time, ruining the only time Master had alone with Rachel. And Master’s home life wasn’t that great either. Her father was much like Paul and her mother much like Rachel, with Master, again, caught in the middle. Sometimes she was literally caught in the middle with her parents- taking blow after blow while her mother held her around the waist tightly begging Master to go away so she could take the beating on her own. The fact that Rachel was asking Master to stay away from what she considered her real home, hurt Master deeply.
“Rachel…” Master trailed off. If she said yes, Paul would want to come and have sex with Rachel in Master’s home all the time. But if she said no, Rachel would be angry with her and would go somewhere else to give her virginity to Paul. And if that happened Master wouldn’t be able to be there to protect Rachel if anything went wrong.
Rachel saw the look on Master’s face and quickly spoke, “You don’t have to make a decision now! It’s still another week till our anniversary. Just think about it?” she asked hopefully.
Master sighed and nodded sitting back on the pallet, moving to pick up her book again.
Rachel stood awkwardly still; her slim hands had dropped her bag to the floor and were now braiding her long black hair sloppily. Her bright green eyes watched Master, her lip rolling between her teeth in nervousness. Rachel knew she’d made a mistake in asking Master to let Rachel have sex in the tree house but she wasn’t sure how to make it up to her.
“Will you help me with something?” Rachel asked suddenly.
Master looked up from her pages and gazed at Rachel a moment before nodding slowly. “I suppose.”
Rachel smiled her thousand watt smile and began opening her bag. “Whether Paul and I have sex here or not I still bought some lingerie for our first time- whenever it may be. Would you mind giving me your opinion on it?” She pulled a netted bundle of clothing out and held it in her hands waiting for Master’s approval.
Master fought to keep her mouth from dropping open and her eyes popping out of her head.
“Um… Yeah… Sure.” She said dry mouthed.
Rachel almost squealed in delight opening the bundle up and holding it high for Master to see. It was a black netted teddy. There were small black velvet circles to cover her pert nipples and a thong like black velvet patch on the bottom. Master’s pussy grew wet and the room seemed to get warmer when she imagined Rachel in it.
“What do you think? I bought these heels to go along with it.” She dug in the bag and brought out three inch, black heels her eyes looking hopefully towards Master.
“They… They look-,” she cleared her throat, “they look like they would go together well.” Master said nervously. She rubbed her nose and spoke again, trying to sound a bit more normal. “Of course, there’s no way to tell till you have it on.” Master knew it would be a long shot but maybe… just maybe…
Rachel’s eyes lit up, “You’re right!” she gasped. “Do you mind?” Rachel asked gesturing with her lingerie to the bathroom.
Master swallowed excitedly, “No go ahead. I promise I won’t peek.” She joked.
Rachel squealed in joy and nearly skipped to the bathroom. It was only a few moments more before master saw the door handle turn again, signaling that Rachel was coming out.
Master held back a laugh, if only that were true.
The door cracked and Rachel called, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” Master said trying to contain her ecstasy and nerves.
Rachel walked out of the bathroom her heals clicking on the wooden plank floor. Masters pussy was nearly throbbing.
“Rachel.” She breathed standing from the pallets and walking toward her best friend. “You’re gorgeous.”
Rachel blushed, “You think so?”
“If I was Paul I’d definitely fuck you.” Master was shocked at her own boldness.
“You would?” The look in Rachel’s eyes made something stir inside Master.
“Yeah… I wouldn’t even need to be Paul to fuck you.” She whispered, brushing a lock of hair behind Rachel’s ear. She stepped closer, her hand trailing down Rachel’s soft cheek to her shoulder and grazing over the velvet on her nipples.
“I-,” she shivered and leaned in closer, “I don’t know about this outfit.” She cleared her throat and unexpectedly started to move away.
Master grabbed her breast with the hand already circling her nipple and wrapped her arm around Rachel, drawing her in.
“Mmm, Rachel, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” She murmured in Rachel’s ear. Master grabbed Rachel’s big, firm butt and squeezed. She pushed her hips against Rachel’s thighs and rubbed her cheek on the surprisingly soft material of the teddy.
“What are you going to do?” Rachel didn’t ask it as if she were scared. On the contrary she sounded as if she were trying to encourage Master.
“What I’ve been dreaming about to doing for years.” Master nearly threw Rachel on the pallets and pulled her heels off. Master swiftly pulled her shirt and pants off, unhooking her bra quickly, her eyes raking over the girl’s body in front of her.
“Rachel. I’m going to make you cum.” She said almost darkly.
Rachel grabbed her own tits and moaned. “Yes please!”
Master unclasped the one metal hook in the back of the teddy and helped Rachel take it off. Her eyes grew huge watching Rachel’s gigantic globes pop out of the fabric one after the other. When she peeled the teddy away from Rachel’s cunt, her lips glistened with her want.
Master looked at Rachel’s flushed face before attacking her pussy with her fingers and mouth. One finger then two went into Rachel’s tight virgin hole and curled upward pushing against her g-spot. Rachel screamed in ecstasy.
“Again! Please! Oh God! Do it again!” her hands were tangled in her long dark hair, her knees held wide open to give Master better access. Master parted Rachel’s cunt lips with her unoccupied hand and licked her clit with a surprising force. Then spit on it. She watched her saliva drip down to pool on her own fingers. She pulled her fingers out and shoved them back in, pushing the liquid in. She curled her fingers and flicked her tongue over Rachel’s bundle of nerves.
Rachel was moaning quietly and Master pulled away to watch her face when she fucked her tight hole with her fingers.
“Louder, Rachel, I can’t hear you.” Master growled.
Rachel immediately screamed earning another shove and curl of Master’s fingers. Master continued her treatment of Rachel’s cunt until Rachel came on her fingers and face.
Master rubbed her nose on Rachel’s sensitive clit enjoying how she flinched from the stimulation.
“So you liked the lingerie?” Rachel asked.
Master nodded quickly her hair tickling Rachel’s thighs and making Rachel laugh.
“So you think Paul will like it too?” She said quietly.
Master was crushed. She thought what they had just done meant something to Rachel too. But the look on her friend’s face made it clear it didn’t. Master stood and threw the teddy at Rachel.
“Yeah. He’ll like it,” was all she said before grabbing her book and bag and climbing down the floor hatch. Rachel was so shocked she couldn’t say anything.
Master never went back to the tree house and she ignored Rachel in school. She never spoke to Rachel and when Master went missing shortly after senior year started she became distraught. Paul dumped her when she began refusing to have sex with him.

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Johana demonstrates futa-on-futa love in her mother’s next lesson!

Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Two: Johana’s Naughty Futa Demonstration

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan’s Week, Monday

I splashed the cold water on my face, wiping away the tangy pussy juices from my mother. My naked body quivered, my small breasts jiggling, my futa-cock softening, soaked in Genevieve’s cream. My mind was reeling from what just happened.

I was in the Program this week at Rogers College. My body trembled as that thought alone had me shivering. I wasn’t the most popular futa, and going naked had been a day of teasing after I had accidentally ejaculated prematurely into Audie Marlowe’s face.

Hair Trigger…

That was what I was being called all day. But that wasn’t why I was in here. My mother taught the last class I had for the day. Health. She was a widower, a bubbly woman. I had no idea that she harbored incestuous thoughts for me. Yes, incest was made legal, but…

It still felt wrong to me.

She gave a lesson on foreplay. After giving me a handjob to “relax me,” she had me learn to please a girl’s body. Genevieve, a cheerleader, was my practice mate. She was eighteen, like me, a freshman. I played with her breasts, ate out her pussy, and even got a quick blowjob from her. Then my mother had me stretch out on her desk.

Genevieve mounted me reverse cowgirl style, facing the class. With her riding me, they were all distracted. I was pretty sure none of them had noticed my mother straddling my head. She wore no panties beneath her skirt.

I ate her to orgasm while Genevieve rode me to mine.

“Intense, huh?” Genevieve said. She strolled in naked. I flushed, realizing I was in the girls’ restroom, not the futas’. For the duration of the Program, I had to use the opposite sex’s facilities. “I don’t blame you for needing a breather. I came hard. You were good.”

“Thanks,” I said, squirming, shame bubbling through me.

“You’re so cute when you blush, Johana,” she said, cupping my cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss. “Mmm, you’re going to be a popular futa once this gets out. No wonder coach chose you.”

Not only was my mother, Molly Jordan, a health teacher, but she also coached the cheerleaders. Our college was small, and all the athletic positions were held by teachers, mostly PE ones.

“Oh, you didn’t…?” I swallowed.

“Didn’t what?” Genevieve arched a black eyebrow at me, her blue eyes glistening. Her round breasts had a delicious flush to them, her dusky nipples hard. “Cum? Trust me, I did. You’re a futa-champ. Mmm, thanks.”

She smacked my rump before she grabbed some paper towels and began wiping up my futa-jizz leaking out of her shaved pussy. I swallowed then backed out, my mind a whirl from what just happened.

I ate my mother to orgasm.

My mom was waiting in the hall, her fiery hair falling in wavy curls about her flushed face. Her green eyes twinkled. She had adjusted down her short, black pencil skirt, hiding the fact she was sans panties. Her eyes flicked up and down my naked body.

“You okay, sweetie?” she asked.

I nodded, stiffening. And I don’t mean my girl-cock. Every muscle in my body tensed.

“You sure?” she asked. “I mean, you don’t—”

Genevieve strolled out of the bathroom, her breasts bouncing. Though the cheerleader wasn’t in the Program, she took to nudity with a natural grace. “You raised a sexy futa-daughter, coach. You should bring her to practice. All the girls would love her.”

“I’m sure they would,” my mom said then laughed.

I squirmed then followed Genevieve, heading into the classroom. Samantha Herberts, a brown-haired futa, gave me big grin while Ase Westerberg, a blonde Futa, shook her head in clear envy. Monica Rocha, a cute girl with light-brown hair and hazel eyes, winked at me while Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic beauty, fluttered her eyelashes. In the back, naked Krysten, a slave collar and leash about her throat, grinned at me.

“You made her cum hard!” Samantha said. I flushed, thinking she meant my mother until Samantha added, “Right, Genevieve? You exploded.”

“Big time,” the cheerleader said as she grabbed her discarded skirt.

It was nice to be praised, I couldn’t get what I did to my mother’s twat out of my mind. I felt dirty for crossing that line. I ate out the pussy that birthed me. I felt everything had changed between my mother and me as she sauntered back into the room, giving me a friendly smile.

How could she ever be my mother again now? There were some things you couldn’t undo.

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Johana Jordan’s Week, Tuesday

Things felt weird at home the night before. Fragile. My mother sensed I was weirded out or maybe she was starting to feel ashamed because she was tiptoeing around me. I was doing the same. I ate dinner in my room, pretending I had homework.

I just thought about her pussy and how great she tasted until I masturbated. I felt so ashamed after, my cheeks burning with the humiliation of jerking off to my mother. I had sex for the first time yesterday with one of the cute cheerleaders.

I should be thinking about her or Monica or Audie or Krysten or the homecoming queen or even Miss Stanton, my math teacher. There were lots of beautiful girls at my college. Other cheerleaders. Older girls. There were two in the Program. Like me, they were attending classes naked. One was a flirty senior named Ludmila with huge tits.

I shouldn’t be thinking about my mother.

I didn’t get a ride to classes with my mother like I usually did. I left early, walking in a daze, my skirt swirling about my thighs, leggings on to keep me warm. It was nearing Winter break, the days cold and though it wasn’t raining, it could happen at any time. If our school wasn’t well heated, the Program would suck right now.

Preacher McTaggart collected my clothing. I hadn’t even realized I was at my college until the Irish futa had cleared her throat as I tried to walk in. “Forgetting something, Johana?”

“Sorry, Preacher McTaggart,” I said, my cheeks warming.

“Oh, I’m sure you have a lot on your mind,” she said. “I hear rumors that your health class had a naughty lesson.”

I swallowed. “What did you hear?”

“That you satisfied one of the cheerleaders. She was posting all over social media, telling all the girls that you’re a futa who knows how to please.” The preacher gave me a big grin. “That’s just what the Program is for. I want you to enjoy yourself. You’ll have plenty of admirers. Have fun with them. Let your futa-seed spurt far and wide. When I was your age, I would have loved to have been in your position.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I stripped naked outside, hating how the wind howled. It made me not dawdle. I dumped my clothes into the plastic bag she held, my dick soft and my nipples hard. I wrenched open the door and jumped into the warm air, groaning in—

“Futa-champ!” squealed a dozen cheerleaders led by Genevieve. They lined the hallway, all of them in their uniforms, purple pleated skirts and silver shells today. They kicked their legs, flashing their naked pussies then grabbed their tops and lifted them up.

I groaned at the sight of a dozen bouncing breasts of all shapes and sizes, from the cheer captain’s large breasts to Juniper Dannel’s budding mounds topped by pale-pink nipples. They grinned at me, shaking them. Genevieve winked at me.

I found my spine swelling as a group of futas, including Jade and Samantha, watched with envious eyes. No teasing today. My futa-dick was swelling, warming up from more than being inside. My pussy grew juicy. The shame at eating my mother faded.

It was a one-time thing. She just got carried away teaching the lesson. That was it. I would have fun this week. Girls were noticing me for the first time in my life. I felt so confident as I strutted down the hallway.

“Hey, Johana,” said Lizaveta, a sophomore futa who was in the A/V club. She had a camera in hand. She usually followed the girls in the Programs, making them pose and taking naughty pics of them for the college’s paper and yearbook. “Can I interview you on what happened in your class yesterday?”

“Um…”

“Get your side,” she continued. “Genevieve’s take is interesting, but you were the futa enjoying her pussy. Readers want to know what she’s like.”

“Big time,” Jade said. She was a horny futa, thirsty for pussy. She bugged all the girls in the Program. Outside of a few gangbangs where the girls were taking on all comers, I don’t think she’d been successful.

“Sure,” I said, nodding my head. I just had to ignore the part where I was feasting on my mother’s…

“There you are,” Monica said, darting up. She grabbed my cock and stroked me as she pressed up against me. “In fourth period, ask for relief.”

“What?” I groaned, struggling to think as her hand fisted up and down my futa-cock.

“Ask for relief, and I’ll let you fuck me,” she moaned. “That was so hot yesterday. And you’re so cute.”

“Okay,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.

My day passed in a blur of girls flirting with me and futas envious that I had enjoyed one of the cheerleaders. When fourth period came, my history class, I asked for relief. At the start of class, I could spend ten minutes getting off through masturbation or the help of a volunteer.

Monica volunteered with bright eyes.

It was incredible to be in her. She didn’t get naked, just dropped her panties so her skirt hid her naughty bits. Still, It was delicious feeling her breasts through her thin top and bra, her nipples hard, mine throbbing against hers. She sat on top of her desk, legs locked about me, and moaned out her rapture as I pumped away at her. I drove my dick into her hard, fast.

My pussy drank in the heat flowing down my cock to my pussy. My classmates watched me. They had big grins on their faces. My professor smirked as she leaned against the wall. The desk creaked as I showed them all I didn’t possess a hair trigger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Monica gasped as she came on my dick, her pussy working around my futa-cock with hunger.

“Way to go, stud!” cheered Genevieve, her eyes bright and sultry, no doubt remembering yesterday.

“That is hot!” whimpered a girl named Ursella Prescott.

“Damn, you are one lucky futa, Johana!” a futa named Michelle Devereux cheered. She flashed me a thumbs up.

“Yes!” I groaned and buried into Monica’s pussy.

As I came, my mother’s face flashed in my mind. suddenly, I was picturing being back in the pussy that birthed me, feeling my mother rippling about me. Her incestuous flesh hungry for my cock. I gasped as the orgasm shot hard through me.

My cum boiled hot into her pussy. Fast jolts of jizz that splashed Monica’s writhing pussy. She gasped and groaned, clinging to me as all I could think about was my mother’s mature face twisting in rapture and her taboo pussy writhing around me.

Milking my ovaries dry of every drop of my cum.

“Oh, Johana, yes!” Monica moaned. “Ooh, so much jizz!”

“I hope you’ve gotten the shot!” Michelle said. “She’s flooding you!”

“I am!” Monica groaned. “And, no, you’re not getting a turn, Michelle. Mmm, Johana, you were incredible.”

“Yeah,” I panted, the guilt shooting through me, my cock softening in Monica’s juicy twat.

I stumbled back into my seat, panting. Monica winked at me as she drew up her panties and slid them beneath her long, purple skirt. Her light-brown hair danced around her flushed face as she patted a few errant curls back into place. Then she sat down, beaming.

“Okay,” said our professor. “Let’s open our books to…”

I had trouble focusing on my lesson. My mother burned in my thoughts. I had to see her for my final class. My fourth period was over too fast, and then I was stumbling to fifth period in a daze, my heart hammering in my chest.

Girls, and a few futas, played with my cock. Poise Ramsey grinned as she stroked me and rubbed her own bulging futa-dick through her jeans. Krysten passed with her naked, older futa-sister at her side. Charisma, at Krysten’s urging, stroked my cock and winked at me before their owner for the week, Tanisha, tugged on their leashes.

Charisma and Krysten reveled in their incestuous relationship. The two of them were proud of it. Why didn’t they feel this shame? I was dreading my last class.

Fifth period passed in a dizzying whirl. The professor was energetic on her lecture while all I could do was think about my mother’s pussy. Every time I looked at the clock, I swear ten minutes had passed in a blink of an eye.

“I want those work pages done for tomorrow,” sexy Miss Stanton said as we filed out, a big grin on her face. “Okay. Then we’re going to discuss them.”

I nodded my head as I slid my stuff into my bookbag, the only thing I wore. It bounced on my back while my little titties and hard cock jiggled. My heart thundered in my chest. I bit my lower lip as I slipped out of the classroom and into the hallway.

“Hair Trigger!” Samantha said, grinning. She stepped up to me and raised her hand.

I gave her a half-hearted high five.

“Oh, don’t be glum,” Samantha said. “I’m just kidding. Everyone knows you’re not that. I mean, I heard you made Monica Rocha scream her head off earlier.”

“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning.

“And Genevieve has been pimping you out to every girl she knows.” Samantha sighed. “The Program really changes a person, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said, seeing her head bow. “Sorry about you and Ginny.”

Samantha shrugged. “It was two months ago. I’m passed it. I’ve had a few dates with Rosario Todaro. No biggie.”

“Okay,” I said, my own thoughts sinking into this sticky dread that clung to me like tar. I didn’t want to get to class, but Samantha was walking beside me, almost dragging me along. The brunette’s short hair swayed about her face, her green eyes bright.

“Do you think your mom’s going to have you fuck another girl?” asked Samantha. “I mean, she was pretty keen on you learning to please a girl. Maybe she wants you and her to—”

“Why would you think that?” I demanded, my cheeks burning.

“Damn, you are touchy,” Samantha said, raising her hands in a placating gesture. Her small breasts rose and fell in her thin, blue blouse. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to imply… that. Not that there would be anything wrong with it.”

“Would you and your mom?” I asked.

“Well, no, she’s old,” Samantha said, blanching. “But your mom’s one of sexiest professor at our college. I mean, I would…” She cleared her throat. “I mean, I wouldn’t do anything with her, but futas talk. You know?”

I shrugged.

We rounded a corner. And there it was. Room 119. My stomach tightened up as we passed other classes in the science department. My heart beat faster and faster. What if my mom wanted to give me another handjob? Or a blowjob? What if it was part of the lesson? v

I couldn’t say no.

My dick swelled harder and harder. It thrust out before me, my pussy lips growing juicy. I could feel my auburn pubic hair getting damp. I shuddered, my small breasts jiggling as I sucked in deep breaths.

Samantha glanced at me then her gaze snapped away, her cheeks going red. “I guess you’re… eager for class.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, the air feeling thick and awkward between us, my futa-dick twitching and throbbing, not caring.

My mom’s pussy flashed through my mind. I remembered that taste of her tangy flesh.

I stepped into the room and my mom gave me a brief smile. She wore a flowing skirt, longer than yesterday, and a blouse with a ruffled collar that fell in a V before her, showing off some of her round, pale cleavage.

“Looks like everyone is here,” she said, not looking at my cock. “Johana, if you’d like relief?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“You sure,” Monica asked, arching an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind helping you out again.”

“You lucky futa-bitch,” muttered Samantha as she broke away from me.

“No, no, I’m fine,” I said.

“Well, for today’s lesson,” my mother said, moving up before her desk, “I need one of you clothed futas to volun—”

“Pick me, Miss Jordan!” Samantha gasped before my mother even finished.

“Someone’s thirsty for pussy,” muttered Krysten in the back.

Araceli giggled.

“Who isn’t?” Adile, the Turkish lesbian, murmured. “That would be a hot lesson. I could show everyone how to eat pussy by devouring yours, Monica.”

“Do you really want to?” asked Monica. “I still have Johana’s cum in me from fourth period. All nice and juicy in me.”

My ears burned.

“Okay, Ms. Herberts,” my mom said, shaking her head, her fiery curls dancing about her face, “you’re up. Get up here and get naked.”

“Sure, Miss Jordan,” Samantha said, bounding from her chair, her blue blouse rustling. She peeled that off. Like many futas, she didn’t wear a bra. It was hard not to notice the small swell of her breasts and how hard her pink nipples were. Her cock bulged her jeans. She unsnapped them while kicking off her tennis shoes. She thrust her pants and blue panties down in a single go, her cock popping out.

“Not bad,” Genevieve said. “Though I’ve heard Candice has a bigger one.”

Samantha scowled. She’d lost her girlfriend to Candice.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have arranged a gangbang for your girlfriend,” Adile said, her tone frosty. “She might still like that cock.”

“This isn’t the time for all that,” Miss Jordan said. “Stop trying to embarrass Samantha. She’s very brave to volunteer before hearing what she had to do.” My mother put her hands on Samantha’s shoulders, turning her, the futa’s hard cock swaying before her. “Any ideas what the lesson’s on?”

“I have to demonstrate foreplay on you, Miss Jordan,” Samantha said, hope in her voice. “You know, prove I paid attention yesterday.”

“Oh, no, not on me,” my mother purred and then glanced at me. “Johana, get up here. Today’s lesson is on futa-on-futa love.”

“Oh, hot,” moaned Krysten in the back. “I love watching my futa-sister suck on a big girl-cock. Especially when I get to join her.”

“Mmm, this does sound hot,” Araceli purred.

“Yeah,” Monica agreed. “Ooh, go for it, Johana. Fuck her hard. You’re amazing.”

“You’re an idiot, Samantha,” Ase said, the blonde futa grinning. “You should have waited for Miss Jordan to finish explaining the lesson before you volunteered.”

“But… but…” Samantha said as I reluctantly stood up, my dick still painfully hard. “I’m not into futas.”

“Oh, you’ll enjoy it,” my mother said. “You did volunteer, didn’t you?”

“Well,” Samantha said, squirming.

“But if you want to be a pussy, I’ll find another futa who will do it.” She flicked her gaze to me. “You’re up for it, right, sweetie.”

I swallowed. At least this way she couldn’t be joining in the fun. No excuse to touch me, right? “Yeah, I’m fine with it.”

Samantha’s cheeks were burning as she felt everyone looking at her. “I can stop at any time?”

“You can stop at any time,” my mother purred as I joined Samantha, her dick as hard as mine.

“Fine, so…” Samantha asked, turning to face me. The tip of her girl-dick brushed mine.

Sparks flared down my shaft.

We both gasped. Samantha leaped back, her cheeks going even more red, her small breasts quivering. Giggles burst through the classroom. I swallowed, my heart racing from the accidental contact that left me shaking.

“Nudge your cocks together again,” moaned Monica. “That was so hot.”

“So hot,” Araceli groaned, the Hispanic girl staring at us with hungry eyes.

“Yes, yes, do it! Rub them together!” Krysten shouted.

“Don’t be shy,” Genevieve purred. “Come on, Samantha. Be a futa-champ and enjoy rubbing your cock against another.”

“It is one way two futas can do some foreplay,” my mother said. She stepped up, facing the class as she stood before Samantha and me. She grabbed both our girl-dicks. I shuddered, remembering the excitement of her handjob yesterday. She pulled us together. “See.”

I gasped as my mother rubbed the tip of my futa-dick into Samantha’s girl-cock. The brunette futa’s eyes widened, her small breasts quivering. I couldn’t help but notice the pussy juices adorning her shaved lips. She only had a landing strip of brown hair leading down to her twat, not a full bush like I had.

“Mmm, isn’t that nice?” my mother said as she rubbed our cocks together, those tingles racing down to my cunt, making me hotter and hotter.

“I guess,” Samantha whimpered, her face twisting.

“Now,” my mom released our cocks and took a step back, “keep doing that and kiss each other.”

I swallowed as I grabbed my girl-dick and kept rubbing it against Samantha’s. This did feel nice. Maybe… Maybe I needed a new type of pleasure. Something to distract me from my mother. There was nothing wrong with two futas loving each other.

Ase blanched like she thought it was gross, but I was finding this hot. Samantha trembled. She grabbed her dick, her cheeks flushing as she worked her cock against mine. Our tips grew slippery, precum merging together as it bubbled out of our slits.

“And kiss,” moaned Genevieve. “It’s so hot when two futas kiss.”

“Yes!” gasped Monica. “Please, please, Johana, kiss her. It’s making me so wet, and not just because your cum is in me.”

“KISS!” shouted Krysten. “KISS!”

“KISS!” the other girls in the class started chanting.

“KISS!”

Michelle joined them, grinning while Ase kept squirming.

“KISS!”

I licked my lips and stared into Samantha’s green eyes. The brunette futa trembled as our cocks throbbed together. I leaned forward, my small breasts quivering. She wet her lips, leaving them pink and glistening.

“Fuck it,” she muttered and then darted her head in.

Our lips met in a kiss.

All the girls whooped in excitement, even Adile. The lesbian was clapping out of the corner of her eye while Monica was bouncing in her seat with excitement, her light-brown hair bouncing about her flushed face.

Krysten jumped up on her seat in the back, her auburn hair, a similar shade to my own, dancing about her shoulders, her blue eyes bright. Her leash dangled before her small breasts.

It was exciting kissing Samantha. Her lips somehow felt different from Monica’s or Genevieve’s. I was kissing another futa. We were both naked, our girl-cocks rubbing together, teasing each other while our classmates watched. There was something at once so surreal and so wild about this moment.

Our tongues danced and dueled. We kissed with passion while pleasure surged down my dick. Samantha’s moaned, rubbing her cock faster against mine. There was this energy in the room, swirling around us, pressing in on us as the girls cheered us on.

They were so excited for this.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my mother leaning against the whiteboard, her hands rubbing at her skirt. She watched with such hunger in her green eyes. Her breasts rose and fell. She was loving this, too. That shame rippled through me.

I had to focus on kissing Samantha. I wasn’t going to accidentally eat out my mom or anything this time.

“They have to sixty-nine!” groaned Araceli. “They have to, Miss Jordan.”

“Yeah, coach,” groaned Genevieve, squeezing her tits through her cheer top. “That would be so hot.”

“I want to see that!” Monica groaned.

“That’s gross,” Ase said.

“You got a hardon, too,” said Michelle. “Don’t lie.”

“Mmm, a sixty-nine is a wonderful thing for two futas to enjoy,” my mother purred, her hands still rubbing at her thighs through her skirt. Had her hands moved higher? “But first, don’t forget you have tits. Play with them.”

My hand abandoned my dick. I was throwing myself into this. I cupped both Samantha’s tits, squeezing them, my fingers sliding over her breasts. She shuddered into the kiss as I groped her boobs and brushed her nipples.

She broke the kiss. “Goddess, Johana, you’re into this.”

“It’s just so hot,” I said. “Your futa-cock feels amazing against me.”

“Are you…?” She bit her lip.

“Gay?” I shrugged. “I don’t think so. I just want to have fun. Don’t you? Doesn’t it feel hot with our cocks rubbing together?”

She groaned, still pressing her tip into my cock, though my shaft was moving around more without my hand to hold it in place. “I guess.”

“And doesn’t this feel amazing?” I asked then ducked my head down and sucked on her nipple.

She gasped out in shock. Her entire body shuddered. It was incredible to do this to her. To give her this rapture. She groaned, her head shaking from side to side as I sucked and nibbled on her bud. My tongue darted around her nipple, teasing her, making her shiver in delight.

Her hand, the one not rubbing her girl-dick’s tip into mine, grasped my small breast. Her fingers dug into my tit, making me tremble. A wave of heat washed through me. I whimpered into her around her nipple, sucking on it with hunger.

My tongue danced around her nub, caressing her areola while this wicked heat swelled through my body. Her hand squeezed about my nipple. She pinched it hard. This amazing bliss shot down to my pussy. My twat clenched and my dick twitched.

“I’m going to faint, this is so hot!” Monica moaned.

“Not as hot as Genevieve riding Johana yesterday,” Ase muttered.

“No, this is hotter,” Genevieve said. “Two futas playing with each other is wild. I loved watching their dicks rubbing together.”

“I love futa-on-futa porn,” groaned Krysten. It was so hot watching my futa-mistress and futa-sister having sex. I can’t wait for our next threesome!”

“Maybe I need to be dating two futas,” said Araceli.

Samantha broke the kiss. “Really?” she asked, glancing at Araceli. “I could date you.”

“No,” she said, blanching. Then she glanced at me, giving me an arched look.

I popped my nipple off Samantha’s nub, blushing. Then Samantha pinched my nipple too hard. I groaned and snapped my gaze to her. She kissed me with hard aggression then. I gasped in shock while the girls squealed again.

Our futa-dicks pressed together, bending upward as her body pushed against me. I melted into her lips, kissing her back with equal hunger. Our nipples came together, her right one wet with my saliva. Tingles raced through me as I trembled.

“Ooh, push her back to the desk and ravish her,” moaned Monica.

“Yes!” squealed Araceli.

“Mmm, that’s it,” my mother moaned. “Futas can be quite aggressive with each other when they’re fucking. They don’t need that warm-up that girls do. They are just ready to fuck once their dicks are hard, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t skimp on the foreplay.”

Samantha pressed me back into the desk. My ass sank down on it. I gasped, breaking the kiss as I fell back onto my elbows. My futa-dick throbbed before me, twitching and aching. Samantha stood over me, her eyes wild with passion.

“Mmm, yes, yes, Samantha, now suck on my daughter’s tits,” Mom moaned, her voice throaty. “Make her feel good.”

“Do it!” Monica moaned.

“Don’t be a pussy, Samantha,” said Michelle.

“That’s right!” Krysten added.

I groaned as Samantha ducked her head down. She latched onto my nipple and sucked. Hard. I gasped as my bud throbbed in her mouth. This pleasure shot through me. It was dizzying. It had me shuddering and moaning, my heart beating faster and faster as she nibbled on my nub. My pussy drank in the sensations.

My futa-dick throbbed harder.

She pressed me back as she sucked. My mother purred in delight, the girls whimpering. This energy pulsed through the class. Samantha’s hand grabbed my dick as she sucked. I whimpered and squirmed, my body shaking.

“Have them suck each other’s cocks, Miss Jordan!” moaned Araceli

“Yes!” gushed Krysten. “Sixty-nine, futas!”

“Do it!” moaned Monica.

“You heard them, futas,” my mother purred. “Suck on each other’s cocks. Love each other.”

My dick was on fire in Samantha’s grip. She groaned as she released her nipple. She stared me in the eyes, arching eyebrows. I nodded, wanting the distraction from my mom’s throaty pants behind me. Samantha then turned, her futa-cock swaying beneath her, pussy juices running down her shaft.

She straddled me. I trembled as I stared up at her girl-dick. The tip swayed right above my mouth. In a flash, it nuzzled against my lips. Her hand stroked me as the bead of her pussy cream dribbling down her shaft reached my lips.

She tasted sweet. Delicious.

I stared at her pussy as my mouth opened to swallow her dick. Her shaved twat looked so inviting. I groaned as her cock slipped past my lips. She moaned, her hand tightening on my clit-dick. I sucked on it, more of her sweet cream rippling out of her.

“Damn,” she moaned and then swallowed my cock.

The girls squealed in delight as Samantha’s hot mouth sucked on me. My lips swelled tight about her shaft. I nursed on hers as she suckled on mine. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. This was so wild. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. It was incredible.

My tongue danced around her futa-dick. These tingles raced around me. I groaned and gasped, my cheeks hollowing as I trembled on the bed. My toes curled, the passion racing through my body as we loved each other.

“This is amazing,” groaned Monica. She sounded like she was in awe. “That dick was in my pussy earlier today, and now Samantha’s sucking on it.”

“While Johana’s sucking off Samantha,” Genevieve whimpered.

“I know,” panted Michelle.

Their words slid around me as I heard my mother’s breathing. I could feel her looming over us, watching us. I kept my eyes locked on Samantha’s juicy pussy as I sucked and nursed on her girl-dick. I loved her mouth around my dick. Her precum spilled over my lips, seasoned by the sweet drops of her pussy cream running down her dick.

I grabbed her rump, my fingers digging into her firm flesh. Samantha moaned. Her futa-dick twitched in my mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my girl-dick, making me shudder and gasp.

“Futas know how to love each other,” said my mother. “They are both doing the things they love being done to their cocks to each other. Hear their passion?”

“So great,” groaned Monica.

“This is making me so hot,” panted Araceli.

“Feel free to attend to yourselves,” My mother said.

I just kept sucking and loving Samantha. Her pussy clenched, and her ass flexed beneath me. Her moans hummed around my cock. It buzzed the sensitive tip of my clit-dick, making me groan and please her shaft.

Did she love it as much as I did?

She must because she sucked so hard.

Her fingers stroked down my shaft to my pussy. She stroked through my virgin lips, adding another teasing delight. I groaned louder around her cock, giving her a hummer as she stroked my petals. She sucked harder.

My toes curled.

She brushed my hymen. My futa-dick twitched at that. Would I lose my pussy virginity today? I nursed with hunger on her girl-dick, sucking, slurping. She returned the favor. My cunt clenched, the pressure building in my ovaries.

Every suck of her hot mouth brought my cock closer to eruption.

Futa-cum boiled in my ovaries. They had to explode out of me. My cunt clenched and relaxed. My body shook, breasts jiggling. My fingers dug into her rump as more pussy cream dribbled down her cock.

What a sweet delight.

“They are going at it,” Ase said, her voice strained.

“Getting turned on?” Monica asked slyly.

“Of course not,” Ase snapped. “I’m not into futas!”

“I am,” groaned Michelle.

“Mmm, yes,” purred my mother.

Everyone’s attention on me, especially the incestuous lust I felt from my mother, surged excitement through me. Samantha sucked hard. I squealed around her dick as it hit me fast. My futa-cock erupted with powerful rapture.

I fired my first spurt of hot jizz into another futa’s mouth.

Samantha moaned. Then she sucked, gulping down my cum. I nursed hard on her girl-dick as the pleasure slammed through me. The jolts of rapture from my cock and the waves of ecstasy from my writhing pussy.

They met in my mind. Stars burst across my thoughts.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth a moment later.

Samantha fired her futa-jizz into my hungry mouth. The creamy, salty delight spilled over my taste buds. My cheeks bulged before I gulped it down. I felt dizzy from the rapture of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest. I trembled on the desk, swallowing another futa’s spunk.

While she swallowed mine.

Pussy juices gushed out of her cunt and spilled down her thighs and shaft. Soon her salty cum was sweetened by her sweet cunt. I drank it all down, reveling in it while she sucked my ovaries dry. I quivered on the desk, my orgasm peaking.

Then died into buzzing rapture.

Samantha popped her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Holy shit, I just did that. I just swallowed her spunk.”

“Yeah, you did,” my mother moaned in throaty passion.

“Fuck!” Samantha groaned while the girls whooped and cheered, my dazed mind barely processing their words.

“So hot!”

“Oh, yes, yes!”

“That was amazing!”

“Two futas! Fuck, yes!”

I gasped as Samantha’s cock popped out of my mouth. I shuddered as the flavor of her cum lingered in my mouth. So salty. I panted, the class watching us with passionate eyes. I felt them while hearing my mother whimpering in the background. My dick was still hard despite erupting into Samantha’s mouth.

Her cock bobbed before her as she slipped off the desk. She had this wild look in her eyes.

“That’s it,” my mother moaned. “Fuck my daughter. She needs that girl-dick in her! Pound her.”

The class exploded in applause. The girls were on their feet, watching with hungry eyes. I groaned as Samantha grabbed my hips. She flipped me over onto my belly. The surface of the desk was cool beneath my nipples and…

I was staring at my mother

Her hands drew up her skirt. I shuddered as my eyes were fixed on her skirt climbing higher and higher. I shuddered, licking my lips, remembering what my mother tasted like. How I reveled in her incestuous passion.

“I just can’t resist,” my mother said. I felt her staring at me. I flicked my gaze up and locked onto her glossy eyes. “I need it. I need it badly.”

I shuddered, my dick throbbing like I knew what she needed.

“Go ahead and masturbate, coach!” moaned Genevieve. “I am.”

“Me, too,” whimpered Araceli. “Join us, Miss Jordan!”

“Your daughter’s about to get fucked by another futa!” Krysten said. “Of course you want to masturbate. I would if I had permission from my futa-mistress!”

“Ooh, I’m so wet. Johana, your cum is soaking around my fingers.”

I wanted to look at the girls, who were my age, masturbating behind me as Samantha brought her girl-cock to my virgin pussy, but my eyes were locked on my mother. She hauled her skirt up the rest of the way, unveiling her bright, red bush. I groaned as her fingers slid through her curly hairs on her way down to her pussy.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” groaned Samantha. “Miss Jordan, do it. Finger your twat while I fuck your daughter.”

“Yes!” my mother moaned, envy in her voice. “Fuck my daughter! Pound her! Break in her cherry pussy.”

My mother thrust her fingers into her pussy, sinking them in deep. I gasped, my pussy clenching. Then Samantha’s girl-dick was against my twat. My futa-cock throbbed as it dangled between my thighs. She rubbed herself up and down my slit, her left arm planted on the desk beside me.

“I never thought I’d fuck a futa,” Samantha moaned. “But I’m glad I get to break in someone’s cherry. Damn, you’re dripping wet. You want this.”

“I do,” I lied, trying to make myself believe I wanted to be fucked by anyone but… but… Shame burned through me. “Fuck my pussy! Ram that girl-dick into me.”

Samantha slammed her girl-dick to the hilt in me, ripping through my cherry. I felt a flare of pain followed by a rush of pleasure. She was in me, her dick thrusting to the very depths of my deflowered pussy.

Another futa was buried in me, but I was staring at my mother’s fingers reaming in and out of her twat. What would those feel like instead of Samantha’s cock? My mother shuddered and gasped. Her body shook and trembled. Her hair danced around her head as she bit her lip.

“Oh, wow, she’s tight!” Samantha moaned.

“I bet,” Monica whimpered. “Virgin futa-pussy!”

“Damn,” Michelle muttered.

“Fuck her hard!” Genevieve panted. “She deserves it!”

“Yes,” Monica groaned. “Fuck her! Ooh, this is hot!”

“I’m going to cum so fast!” Araceli moaned.”

“Yes,” Ase panted.

My mother’s fingers pumped in and out of her twat as Samantha drew back her hips. My pussy clung to her, savoring the pleasure while my eyes watched my mother. She stirred herself up, groaning and gasping. It was such a hot delight to witness. This amazing sight of her frigging herself. It was hot. It had me drunk with the excitement of the moment as my pussy stretched around Samantha’s girl-dick ramming back into me.

The futa fucked me hard. She slammed her girl-dick into me. My butt-cheeks rippled. My cock throbbed with each hot plunge of her shaft into my cunt. My heart race,d the pleasure surging through me as she plundered my pussy over and over.

“Yes, yes, fuck my daughter,” whimpered my mother, juices dripping down her thighs. They coated her fingers as they emerged from her pussy.

“I am!” Samantha moaned. “Your daughter’s got such a tight twat. Damn!”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped, reveling in this moment. I stirred my hips around her girl-dick, aching for something else to be in me. “Fuck me, Samantha. Make me cum.”

Please, make me cum and forget about these shameful desires.

“I will,” Samantha groaned, her hands caressing my sides. My skin felt alive.

She slammed her girl-dick into my pussy hard. Fast. She reamed me. It was incredible. My heart hammered in my chest. My eyes were dizzy with delight as that thick cock buried into me again and again.

My pussy clenched around her girth. I savored her burying into me over and over. The desk rocked beneath me as she thrust her girl-dick into me. Juices dripped down my throbbing futa-cock. The tip twitched, brushing the front of the desk.

“Make my daughter explode!” my mother moaned, frigging her pussy with such intensity.

“Goddess, I will!” Samantha moaned. “Johana… Your pussy… Ooh, it’s just like fucking a girl’s.”

“Uh-huh!” I gasped, bucking back into her, not caring. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter as my orgasm brewed. The pressure swelled to the tip of my futa-dick. “Pound me! Fire your cum into me.”

“Flood her cunt!” Monica moaned. “Oh, my goddess, flood Johana’s cunt with your cum! Just like she did with mine.”

“Yes!” Araceli squealed.

“I want to masturbate so bad,” whimpered Krysten. “My futa-sister’s going to fuck me so hard after classes.”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped.

“Are you going to cum?” Mom asked. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying in her top, her fingers frigging her pussy faster and faster.

“I am!” I panted, unable to take much more. “Samantha! Drill that cock into me!”

“Fuck that futa hard!” Adile moaned. “Ooh, I might be gay, but this is hot. Genevieve, work those fingers in and out your twat. I love your pussy!”

“Hook up after classes?” the cheerleader asked.

“Yes!” Adile moaned and I swear the lesbian sounded like she was cumming.

A moment later, I joined her.

Samantha’s cock buried to the hilt in my pussy. The silky friction rippled heat to the tip of my girl-dick and boiled my ovaries. I gasped, my nipples throbbing against the desk. I met my mother’s eyes as I exploded.

My futa-cum fired out of me.

It splattered the desk. My pussy convulsed around Samantha’s thrusting girl-dick. Stars burst across my eyes as the dual pleasures rushed through my body. I bucked and moaned, my cunt writhing about her, drawing out every drop of her cum.

“Holy shit!” gasped my friend while my pussy writhed about her. “Holy fucking shit, your cumming on my dick.”

“Yes!” I howled. “It’s amazing. Mother! Mother! I’m cumming!”

She threw back her head and joined me. Her body heaved. Juices gushed out of her while cum fired out of my girl-dick. Her glassy eyes met mine again as she swayed. She thrust her fingers into her cunt as this incestuous rush shot through me.

“Fuck, yes!” Samantha howled and buried into me. “Take my cum!”

Her cum fired into my convulsing twat. Another futa was spurting her jizz into me. I shook, my pussy milking her. The heat flooded through me, enhancing the rapture rushing through my body as I stared into my mother’s eyes.

“I’m cumming!” Monica moaned. “Oh, damn, flood her! Flood her, Samantha!”

“I am,” Samantha groaned as her cum boiled into my cunt. “Take it all, futa-slut!”

“Sissy futa-slut!” hissed Ase.

“Don’t shoot that cum on me!” Monica gasped. “Watch it, Ase!”

“Sorry! Just… just… Fuck!”

Samantha groaned as she fired that last blast of cum into my pussy. I panted, shuddering. I couldn’t look away from my mother as she pulled her girl-dick out of me. Cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy.

“I love you so much,” mouthed my mother as she trembled through her orgasm.

I squeezed my eyes shut as this surge of heat rippled through me. I wanted to say it back, but I had grown up thinking it was wrong. Mom told me it was wrong! I trembled, Araceli and Genevieve squealing through their orgasms while Samantha’s cum dribbled down my throbbing futa-dick.

What was I going to do? Why did my mother want me? Why couldn’t everything just be normal?

Samantha smacked my rump. “Fucking a futa’s pretty fun.”

I groaned and trembled. What would the next lesson entail?

To be continued…

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In this story i dont go into much detail about any of the people you the reader get to decide what they look like and so on

Slowly opening my eyes to the warm embrace of the morning sun. I slowly lent up moaning every moment all the while rubbing the sleep from my eyes, every morning goes like that for me no matter what day it is or how much sleep I was able to get it was always a slow wake up. Looking around the room I slowly got up from bed hearing every bone in my body crack, once up I took small steps towards the windows closing my eyes and allowing the sun to shine on my naked body I stretched my arms out wide letting a moan out.
Once done I looked out through the window gazing at my houses remote back yard, me and my husband christian lived out in the hills but not too far away from civilization we had got the house after our wedding, we got married when we were both twenty five and now two years later here I am gazing down at the lovely grass that swells out as far as the tree line will allow it. We own a lot of land which extends past the tree that boarder the fields but Christian and me are not farmers so we really never found a reason to expand the farm beyond the point. Admiring the landscape I remembered what me and Christian got up to last night we spent a romantic evening were I found myself on all fours on the ground getting pounded up the ass by my husband remembering I was tightening up my ass as much as possible so he could moan and slap my ass and call me a bad girl I loved the way he kept me on all fours and made sure that I stayed that way, the way he showed control and asserted his dominance over me was amazing.
With those thoughts in my head I moved my index and middle finger and moved them down then deep into my pussy I began thrusting extremely fast, eventually my legs became like jelly because of the pleasure and I collapsed backwards onto the floor while leaning on the bed not letting that slow me down I continued invading my pussy with my right hand and moved my left hand up to my right breast I began playing with my nipple pulling and pitching it to send my body into a wave of different emotions, without any warning I let out an long and loud moan that could have been heard in the hole house. Moving my left hand to my right breast I could feel my pussy juices run along my hand a drip to the floor I knew I was near it would only take the simplest of feeling to set me off and it came when I pitched my right breast my orgasm ripped my body in half and my moan was even louder than the last one, I don’t normally squirt but if my two fingers weren’t buried deep in my pussy I would wet the carpet more than I have.
Eventually I found my strength and pulled my hands from my body and took a nice look my whole hand was covered in my juices as for the carpet, it was a lost cause. Soon I got up and cleaned myself off and got ready to head down into the kitchen. I walked down the stairs in my blue robe to the smell of bacon and eggs. There was my husband sitting in his work clothes at the table having his coffee.
‘Amelia, finally up’ he said getting up from the table.
‘Hey sweetie how are you’ I replied.
‘Even better now that I see you’ he said wrapping his arms around my waist giving each other a big long kiss.
‘Ha, of course you’re this horny this early in the morning’ he said with a smile on his face.
‘Well you know last night was a good reason to get this wet’ I said nudging him a little as I head for the bacon.
Nothing really happen at the table, Christian and I just talked about what we would do today. He was an architect and spent a lot of time in the big city while I was a house wife keeping things running while he was out for the day, and really it was simple as making sure the house doesn’t burn down and that’s about it luckily we have no kids and planning not to for the record. It’s kind of strange that I don’t work in this age of powerful woman because I have a degree in nursing but the nearest hospital is 20 miles away and I really didn’t have the perseverance to go that far. As for entertainment during the long days I would usually work out or read a book, I don’t really enjoy TV and socializing with people they really aren’t my thing. 10.00AM it said on my phone as I was lying on my purple silk couch in my cabin like living room with the fake wooden walls and purple matching carpet with the burning fireplace, going through what things I could do to amuse myself really became the entertainment for the day.
Work out… did it yesterday
Read a book…. Did it yesterday
Walk in the forest…. Kind alike working out
30 minutes later I found myself on my phone just searching anything that came to mind eventually an hour passed and I found myself just looking at porn it wasn’t really turning me on but I had nothing better to do. Soon I found myself looking at some really hard core and taboo porn, woman getting peed on tied up and so on, till eventually I found this one site called puppy play. Sparking my curiosity I clicked on it and brought me to a page which made me even wetter than the 7 oceans, it was a very beautiful woman on all fours she had tight latex stockings on which covered everything from her feet to the middle of her thighs, on her arms was other latex stocking which covered everything from her hands to which stopped halfway between her elbow and shoulders she had a but plug in her ass which had a dog tail attached to it and to top it all off she had a dog collar around her neck.
Completely captured by the amazing site that had presented itself to me I clicked on the enter tab which brought me to a page full of videos of woman being trained to not act like a dog but be a dog. Without realising my right hand had found its way between my legs and began softly rubbing my lips, clicking the first video it showed a woman dressed like the woman on the last page being ordered by a man wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt that said puppy trainer on the back.
The woman was walking around the yard on all fours until the bloke called out the name fluffy and the woman came across the yard all the while shouting out WOOF! The memorizing sight continued to make me increase my speed with my right hand until I was thrusting in and out, the woman went right up to the man she looked at him waiting for his next order soon after the bloke said sit and she did she sat on her ankles and hunching ford not letting her tail touch the ground she then spread her legs out and put her arms in between, the bloke then went onto telling the woman that she was a good girl and gave her a dog treat which made be explode into an orgasm the site of this girl being treated like an animal was amazing site to see. The video not halting for my orgasm continued on just like my hand between my legs’ the bloke then undid his jeans zipper and pulled out his dick it sprung out nearly hitting the puppy girl’s face. The guy then said suck fluffy at which point the camera zoomed in on her face I watched intently as she bobbed her head down the man’s shaft not using her hands she was able to get her lips all the way to the base then slowly going back again the whole time sitting like a doggie and keeping her puppy eyes focused on her masters face she bobbed her head down a few more times until she let the whole thing out it flicked up and hit his stomach but the puppy girl continued to lick it like a lollipop going down to the top of his ball sack then licking right up to the head of his cock she did this a few more times then went back to putting the whole thing between her lips.
Watching the video I was thrusting my fingers in and out of my pussy, my robe was open and my legs just as wide, the sounds of my moans clashed with the sounds coming from the video. The guy in the videos was about to lose his load when he told the puppy girl to stop sucking he grabbed her hair and blew a massive load on her face after a few seconds the guy was done and the woman’s face was covered in goo, right after that I had just as strong orgasm which made me scream in pleasure, little after my orgasm the puppy girl then woofed to her master then the screen changed to credits. Luckily I didn’t have the energy to get out of the video once the credits finished an AD came up with details about a puppy girl school the description said.
Men do you want an obedient puppy girl, then enrol then to a puppy girl school near you.
After that a list of schools came up and what shocked me was the fact that one was close to my house, and for some reason a voice in the back of my head is yelling at me to get my husband to enrol me.
Slowly I woke from my slumber finding myself still lying on the couch leaning up I saw the puddle I had made earlier, just knowing that that’s going to stain, I moved so I was sitting on the couch looking down I saw my phone on the ground and picked it up. 3:48PM ‘still a few hours until he gets back’ I muttered to myself knowing that christian gets back at 7:00PM, switching the phone off and bringing it to my stomach I brought my legs up and wrapped my arms around so I was a ball on the couch. Looking at the stain I had made I began to reflect on what I saw early in the day, that girl being treated like that turned me on so much but how could the sight of a woman being reduced to that turn me on so much, I admit that I like a little light dominance but that was a video of her humanity being taken from her.
As I was curled up in my ball my thoughts went to war fighting to see if I should embrace what I had seen or be disgusted with myself with enjoying my fellow woman being treated like that. While I was thinking more and more about it I found myself more and more complementing the beauty of the woman in the video being treated like that, it was like god made woman to be on all fours to be treated like dogs, as the dark side continued to win my mental war I picked up the phone and went straight back to the website spurred on by my curiosity for the training program.
Finding the part of the webpage that shows info about enrolling a woman I clicked the pdf and downloaded it. Once done I opened the pdf and started reading.
Puppy girl school is a training course for you and your woman to take part in. the course will require your puppy to be trained like a dog/puppy for a 3 week programme were experienced dog/puppy trainers will train your woman to become an obedient dog/puppy. Schools are located……
I skipped the next few pages as they were about how it started and were the schools are located so I went right down to the training and requirement’s section.
As mention earlier your dog/puppy will be trained in a 3 week course this will follow lessons that would be taught to real dogs in a real dog obedience course (NOTE- THE COURSE FOR YOUR PUPPY GIRL WILL HAVE SEXUAL OBEDIENCE TRAINING AS WELL). Here is a short list of things your puppy will learn;
. Walking on all fours
. Wearing the proper dog/puppy girl attire
. Being completely obedient and obeying there human masters
. Learning to use ‘woof’ as an appropriate form of communication
. Learning to sexually please there master
. GIVING UP THERE HUMANITY TO BECOME A PUPPY GIRL
The course will add on lessons every week until graduation. Puppy will sleep in kennels provided by the school and you the master will come every day to participate in daily training programs.
After a few minutes of silence I knew I really wanted to do this the thought of being a puppy girl sent me happy I only knew now that there was one thing between me and getting that training and that was my husband. I loved Christian and he loved me and I admit we had a little kink when it came to BDSM on occasion he might tie me up but that’s as far as it would really go, knowing that if he said no my fantasy would come to an end. Next few minutes I sat on the couch and thought about what I was planning to ask Christian when I looked down at my phone 7:20PM WOW! The time had gone fast getting up I walked out of the living room and headed for the stairs knowing that my robe was open and swaying like a cape I got up the stairs and headed for the shower.
I had a quick shower mainly because I wanted to greet my husband as he came in the door, got dressed in my blue track-pants and blue t-shirt and headed downstairs to see that Christian had just come in the door.
‘Hi sweetie’ I said with lots of enthusiasm hugging him.
‘Hey baby how are you’ he said with the same amount of enthusiasm.
So our afternoon began like that an hour later tea was being made and christian had made plenty of play full jokes about the two massive stains I left on the couch and in the bedroom even saying he would like them to stay. Little while later tea was just cooling down as Christian was sitting watching TV I headed to the bedroom and took one more look at the PDF file having one last think to myself is this what I really want to happen, convincing myself that it was I noticed that the sign up day was 2 days away and only one more spot was left knowing this I planned to ask him after tea.
Tea had been eaten and the dishes was all cleaned up, Christian was on the couch when I sat down with him. He was watching the rugby he liked rugby a lot he had been to a lot of games in the past including the world cup final, eventually I put off not asking him and took a good look at christian to make sure he was looking at the TV I then looked at the TV seeing that the game was becoming a smashing for one team I leant ford and grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
‘Sweetie why did you do that’ looking at me with amazing brown eyes that gave away the fact that he knows something is bothering me.
‘Christian I need to ask you something and I beg you not to get mad… I really want to do this’ I said not being able to hide how nerves I am.
‘Sweetie I promise I will not get mad, what’s wrong’ he said while rubbing his fore head against mine that only a true romantic couple would do.
I slowly pulled out the phone with my hands shaking and opened the PDF file and gave the phone to my husband the whole time not knowing if I wanted him to say yes, or think I’m the most disgusting person in the world and leave me. Christian slowly hunched ford resting his elbows on his knees and both hands holding up the phone he looked to be reading it. Having no idea how much time had gone he looked up from the phone put it to his side then slowly locking his eyes with mine, said yes.
The puppy school was a little far away when it came to getting there you had to go through a small town drive a few more miles until you came to a road that lead you away from the main road it was very noticeable because it looked new and clean definitely more looked after then the country roads we were just on. After about 15 minutes we finally came to a clearing as we got closer we could make out a building. It was a modern building and very wide, there was many carparks in front of the building which was all empty except from our car which was parked right up to the entrance of the building, christian and I both got out and went to the front of the car to have last minute words.
‘Amelia are you sure you want to do this, no one’s forcing you’ I could tell he was worried but there was a tone in which it came out that told me he hopes I go through with it.
‘It’s just an information meeting, just to find out what’s it all about everything will be fine’ I tried to sound as if I was not nerves about what we were about to do but I couldn’t.
Few seconds we walked to the entrance just above the double doors there was a big sign saying puppy girl training school. We walked into the room it looked a lot like the main entrance to a vet, the walls were covered in a creamy white colour on both side there was 3 chairs decorated with dog bones that had a blue back ground, right at the back of the room was a desk on it was a single computer with a picture on the opposite side of a woman being walked on all fours threw the park with the caption ‘how god wanted them to be’ next to the picture was a bell behind the desk was a single door, all around the room there was pictures of different types of women. White, black, Asian and Latina on all fours with the same latex stockings and butt plugs all collared in different position one sitting other on her back with her legs spread and a trainer rubbing her pussy the sights were turning me on and glancing down at my husband’s crotch I could tell it was doing the same to him as well.
‘Maybe someday I will be your puppy girl on all fours all the time’ I said with a smirk.
‘I hope so’ he said with a smile.
We both walked up to the desk christian pushed the bell which made be jump, hoping christian hadn’t seen I looked at the door behind the desk and waited, few seconds later a young bloke came in he looked to be in his 30s he was wearing exactly what the other guy in that video I had watched was wearing the guy came to the desk with a smile and proceeded to shake our hands.
‘Hey guys my names Frank you guys must be Christian and Amelia’ he definitely had a lot of enthusiasm which made it kind of easier for me to be in this place.
‘Hi I’m Christian and this is my wife Amelia’ Christian tried to show just as much enthusiasm as frank did but it didn’t work.
‘Hi’ is really all I could muster.
Soon after a quick meet and greet frank led us out of the room and threw the doors he came out of. There was nothing special about this next area except it led two different ways the left way the area we weren’t going only went for about a metre them turned right and that’s all I could see the opposite hall way we were going down only went for about a metre as well but led us into what looked like a vets operating room. In the very middle of the room was a stainless steel table which you would see in those vet shows were they operate on the animal’s it only came up to about your waist probably so they could operate easier, all around the room was white glass cupboards fool of medicine that I had no clue were for, cupboards were shut so you couldn’t see what was in them some had glass panelling so you could. Not noticing that frank and Christian was already sitting down at the end of the room I hurried around the table and headed to them, frank was sitting on a wheelie chair facing his computer which was against the wall, so was Christian and mine seats so frank could easily see us.
Frank leant back in his chair and rested his hands on the desk and began to talk.
‘So Christian Amelia I bet you have a good idea of what this place is. what I will do is go through the basics of what this place is you can ask questions and after that we can talk about enrolling Amelia into the programme’ frank stopped and waited for our reply Christian just nodded and I said ok then frank continued to talk.
‘So what we do is we take women and turn them into obedient puppy girls, puppy girls are human female versions of puppy and serve there master any way they are ordered to be. The programme will take place over 3 weeks starting on the 1st of November and finishing on 22nd of the same month. As the master of Amelia Christian you are required to attend all training between Monday to Friday and on the weekends you get the choice to come by. So is there any questions?’ Frank finished by putting his hand on his chin and waiting for a reply.
Obviously he has done this many times because he doesn’t seem to be affected with the conversation we are having. Eventually with what felt like a million years I broke the silence.
‘Will men except my husband have sex with me’ I tried to keep my voice from cracking under pressure but I was unable to.
‘Yes. Your husband will not be the only man to shoot a load in you or on you. Sometimes training will require more than just one cock and on occasion we will take some of the puppies out for a bit of entertainment’ he said this while looking me dead in the eyes and on top of that this conversation was making my crotch an inferno. I was dripping so much, lucky I didn’t wear white pants.
‘So how will my wife be trained to be a puppy girl’ Christian surprized me with how he said it, it was like he was totally sold on the idea of my humanity being taken from me.
‘The very first week is all about taking away the woman’s belief that they are human and to get them to except there role as a puppy girl and to use more dog like characteristics like using woof as a way for communication walking on all fours wearing the proper attire and learning to eat, sit, sleep and go to the toilet like a dog, we do touch on how to sexually please their master but the first week is really about taking there humanity and cementing the idea that they are sex toys. Second week is about continuing to train them with what they did last week but adding on even more lessons about sexually pleasing there master. The last week is about teaching them about more ways to sexually please there master more complicated things will be added to the curriculum for the puppies that made it that far’ frank finished his explanation by relaxing in his chair.
Puzzled when he said ‘for the puppies that made it that far’ I then asked him about it.
‘What do you mean when you say for puppies that made it that far’ I said with a little more bravery, mostly because of how horny I am.
‘Sorry I forgot to mention that any woman who can’t continue her training is free to get up and leave we are not going to force you to stay, that’s why only about 5 or 6 puppies make it to graduation out of the 15 that start, if there is no more questions we will begin the enrolment section and check out the health of your puppy christian’ he looked at us both for a few seconds then got up to stretch.
‘So Christian do you want to enrol Amelia here?’ Frank said with an amazing smile that made me blush.
Christian looked at me and I said yes with the most enthusiasm I had the whole day, then Christian looked at frank and said yes.
‘Well then Amelia I’m going to need you to get undressed and get on the table on all fours ok, I need to measure you for the stockings, the collar and butt plug ok’ he said.
Looking at my husband who nodded his head as a sign that I can begin I started by removing my shoes knowing that the only 2 eyes in the room were looking at me, I clumsily got them both off next and more gracefully came my socks knowing in my mind that those were the 2 easiest pieces of clothing to take off I went to the bottom of my t-shirt and grabbed the bottom of it and began slowly bringing it up uncovering my stomach and soon after my breasts, eventually I got it over my head and put it down with my shoes and socks. With my breasts only being covered by my bra I went down to my jeans full well knowing that the white panties were covered in my pussy juice’s, unzipping my jeans I wriggled out of them by this point both christian and frank was noticing by wetness.
‘Man there’s a flood down there’ frank said smiling at Christian who then laughed back.
Putting my jeans with my growing clothes pile I kept my head down and went to unzip my bra slowly reaching over back and taking a big breath of air I reached over and undid the clip, pausing for a few seconds I let it full to the ground the only sound that was made was the whistle of appreciation from frank which in some way gave me small bit of confidence. Looking down at my wet panties I grabbed both sides of them and at the same pace I moved them down my legs stepping over them then putting them with the rest of the clothes.
Standing in full nakedness in front of a stranger and my husband. Frank walked up to me and cupped my chin forcing me to look at him.
‘This is no lie but you are going to be the most beautiful puppy girl I will ever train’ he said with eyes that only a lover could use on someone. Walking to the steel table in the middle of the room he told me to get on all fours on the table doing as I was told I got on the cold steel and kept my eyes fixed ford not wanting to look at my husband or frank I could only hear them talk.
‘Ok Christian so what we need you to do is feel out the info that the sheet is requesting sign where it saes to. While you do that I will measure Amelia’ frank explained to Christian.
‘Ok then’ Christian replied
Frank walked back in front of me and started speaking.
‘Ok Amelia before I begin I just need to clean up that mess between your legs so I’m just going to get some wet wipes’ frank said with a relaxing tone. For some reason I couldn’t find the words to reply so I just kept quiet while he got the wet wipes at first I was wondering when he was about to start and just before I decided to move my head back to look I felt a cold wet cloth on my pussy which made me let out a yelp. As he continued to clean my pussy and legs I couldn’t help but moan every time he ran the cloth down my pussy, I could tell he was starting to do it because he enjoyed my humiliation but I couldn’t do anything so I just embraced it until an orgasm swept through my body and came out.
Not knowing what he would do now I just waited on my hands and knees with my head down holding back tears. What a stupid idea this was I can’t survive this, how in hells name am I going to make 3 weeks of this work.
‘listen that hole of hers is only going to stop leaking by getting a good fucking so you don’t mind if I take your wife for a ride’ oh my god did frank just ask my husband that.
‘Yeah sure’ Christian replied
Before I could protest what was about to happen frank grabbed my hips and put my feet on the ground bending me over the cold table the next minute I hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped and the feeling of a strong hand on my back holding me down. Without warning frank entered my well lubricated pussy and thrusted with unbelievable speed using his right hand to hold me down and his left hand to hold my hips in place I couldn’t break free and for some strange reason I didn’t try, the feeling of being made into a piece of meat was amazing and he knew that I loved my fucking when I let out a scream that told frank and christian that I was unloading an orgasm. Not stopping for my sake frank continued to thrust with the same speed as he started I could hear him moaning until it was covered up by the sound of my ass chic’s getting slapped, every few thrust he would slap my ass and tell me that I’m a good puppy. I was very close to my second orgasm when I noticed a second cock come up in front of me this one more familiar, Christian had taken out his man hood and started poking my face for the entrance to my mouth. Helping him out I grabbed onto it and guided it in and started sucking away. Few seconds had past and now both Christian and Frank was in rhythm every time they thrust ford they did it at the same time, eventually even Christian called me a good puppy and that’s what it took to push me over the edge to another orgasm, I moaned all over Christian’s dick which was soon followed by franks orgasm and a slap on the ass from him, only christian was left but his time soon came he gripped my head between his hands and thrusted his dick down my mouth he let out a long moan blowing load after load of hot cum into my mouth knowing what to do I swallowed it all loving the taste of it. Both men hunch over the table with their cocks still in me there puffing was filling the room with noise until frank began to speak.
‘Well (puff) let’s (puff) measure (puff) this puppy’ frank said with a laugh in his voice.
After I was measured up for the puppy girl attire I put my clothes back on and me Christian and frank went to the exit of the school frank shook both our hands and thanked us for coming just as me and christian went to head to the car frank stopped me and said I was the tightness piece of meat that he had ever fucked and for some reason instead being disgusted by what he said I was kind of happy with his compliment. As me and Christian got into the car we sat there for a moment not doing anything not saying anything.
Eventually Christian looked at me and started to speak.
‘Are you ok’ he said with the softest of voices.
‘I’m not angry. I’m just trying to get used to what my life is about to become I love you and nothing will change that, I will try my very best to get through the 3 weeks of training but I just have a feeling that I can’t do it’ I said trying to fight back tears.
Christian softly put his hand behind my head and leant in to kiss me on the head and replied.
‘I love you to and I will love you even if you can’t graduate. So just rest and gather your thoughts sweetie and oh I nearly forgot when you were getting measured frank gave me this’ handing me 2 pamphlets he then turned on the car and Began heading home.
While we were heading home I decided to turn on the interior car lights and begin reading the very first pamphlet, was a copy of the payment slip and do we understand the risk of the training course stuff. So having a look if christian paid it which he did and how much it cost which was not cheap I went to the next one the second pamphlet it had lots of details on it, with my nerves back I opened the pamphlet up and had a close look.
This is the list of lessons that we will teach your puppy
This first list does not include sexual training
– To learn to except there not human
– To learn to sit like a puppy
– To learn to roll over like a puppy
– To learn to use woof as a way for communications like a puppy
– To learn to fetch like a puppy
– To learn to walk on all fours like a puppy
– To learn to eat like a puppy
– To learn to go to the toilet like a puppy
– To learn to beg like a puppy
– To learn to be walked on a collar like a puppy
– To learn to not use their hands
This second list includes sexual training
– To learn to give blowjobs
– To learn to not swallow cum until told so
– To learn to take up proper mounting positions
– To learn to lubricate there pussy when master orders to
– To learn to tighten up ass and pussy for master
Reading this pamphlet was making me scared and also very horny and my gut was telling me to not do this but my brain and pussy was telling me to do it. Eventually we arrived home and decided to talk about it one more time we both agreed that if I couldn’t do it I was allowed to leave and no hard feeling from both of us we both agreed if I liked it we would continue my puppy transformation at home as we continued to talk christian told me that he would rent out one of the fancy hotel rooms in the town close to the puppy school and that he would use some of his vacation time up so he can be there for me which wasn’t an inconvenience to him, because his job was offering him a 3 month vacation time anyway, after a few more minutes we finished talking and went to bed now all I had to do was wait until November the first.
November the 1st finally came after an agonizing wait I found myself getting out of bed at 7AM I slowly made my way to the window that I looked out of on that fateful day when I found that website that soon brought me to this moment. Slowly I made my way to the shower trying to keep myself steady knowing full well it was my nerves that was making it difficult to walk, I went into the shower having what felt like the best warm shower in my life enjoying every moment of it I found myself thinking of what was really going to happen to me. It probably isn’t going to be that bad maybe for a few hours I will be on my hands and knees in that puppy attire and maybe a few guys will fuck me but that will be about it. They most likely have nice beds at the end of the day waiting for me, whatever was waiting for me had to wait as I was knocked out of my trance by a knock on the shower door by my husband.
‘Sweetie you need to hurry up, all we can’t make it on time!!!’ he shouted
‘Ok!’ I shouted back
Soon I found myself in the nice cool car the air conditioner stopped any idea that it might be summer outside unfortunately it did nothing to calm my nerves down and I constantly found myself trying to amuse myself with any little thing, god it was an agonizing drive.
Soon we found our self’s turning down the road that would in 5 minutes take us to the puppy school it was about 9:45AM so we would have a few minutes time to spare, soon the clearing soon appeared and the puppy school was slowly coming into view. We finally arrived into the carpark were we saw about 20 cars parked next to the opening of the school there was about 15 couples waiting outside. I slowly got out the car and found myself walking behind christian to the group of people, there wasn’t no noise but the low whispers of some men telling there wife’s, girlfriends and so on that they didn’t have to do it if they didn’t wanted to and the even lower reply of the women saying they will.
As we got closer we decided to just wait behind the pack of people and with just 5 minutes left until they open the doors my nerves was killing me.
‘Christian is that you’ coming from a woman in the pack of people.
‘Hey Sofia, hey Ainsley’ Christian said waving awkwardly to them.
I didn’t know much about Sofia and Ainsley except they worked with Christian on some projects, they were a gay couple and from what Christian had told me they had been married for 2 years as well. To tell you the truth the times I did meet them I did think of trying to be friends with them but I didn’t bother for some reason, looking at the girls I was surprized they were here at the puppy school because they didn’t seem to have a male companion.
‘Hey girls… well this is a bit awkward’ Christian said with his face going red.
‘It’s ok we will not tell… So Amelia You and christian are into this puppy thing’ I knew she said it as a question so I replied.
‘Yeah I guess… Worth a try’ I replied
‘Yeah it is worth a try… Ainsley has wanted me to sign her up for this for ever’ Sofia looked at me and Christian while speaking.
The four of us talked for a few minutes just explaining how they found this place and so on. While talking thoughts of seeing Ainsley on all fours dressed up in the puppy attire started to turn me on, damn it can’t I keep myself under control for once soon we were interrupted by the two front doors opening everyone went dead silent and looked at who was coming out. It was frank dressed up in the same jeans he was wearing last time I saw him and that t-shirt that has puppy trainer written on the back.
‘Ok everybody good to see your all here. So what will happen is everyone follow me, ill lead you out back and introduce to the rest of the team and our main trainer’ Frank spoke with the same enthusiasm when we met him, obviously he has done this many times before.
Every one followed him into the entrance and went around the desk and threw the doors. This time we didn’t turn right and go into the inspection room where I was gangbang by Christian and Frank but went left and then right, we walked down a hall way. Where there was 3 doors at the end of the hall way one leading right the other left and the other one leading strait to what looked to be an outside area. As we were walking there was a massive window that you would get in a police interrogation room it was pretty long stretching from the door on the left about 5 metres to where I was, everyone looked in and not saying a word looked at the 15 kennels in the room the one way glass would stop any in that room from seeing out into the hall way. There was five kennels against the end wall and 5 more against the wall we were standing on the other side of, and 5 more against the wall on the left of the those kennels, the sight of the 15 kennels definitely made it more clear in my mind what this next 3 weeks of training are going to be like. Walking on we got to the end of the hall way the left door was the entrance to the area with the kennels while the right door looked to lead into a shower room but I didn’t get time to inspect it because we went through the third door which brought us outside to a big field. Looking around the size of the field it looked to be as big as a school soccer pitch, at the far end was a big black brick shed which had double doors and a sign over it with machines written on it. Surrounding the area was what looked to be a 4 or 5 metre steel fence. Inspecting what I saw a bit more I saw there where a lot of cones and hoops dotted around the field, a lot of the stuff is something you would find at a real dog training school.
Looking ahead there was 7 trainers standing side by side each other. the guy in the middle looked to be the boss mostly because he was older and didn’t look to be in good shape on his left side was frank and next to him was 2 black guys while on the right side of the middle guy was 3 white guys who looked to be as old as frank. The older guy in the middle began to talk with a deep and commanding voice and without the enthusiasm frank had.
‘Hi my name is derrick I am the head trainer to my left and right are the other trainers who will be helping in the training of your wife, partner or girlfriend I will go through the very key points once done and if there are no question then we will begin the very first step to becoming a puppy girl will begin… so are there any questions….. Good’ he kept his eyes fixed on the group, I looked around and saw that all the 15 women were all scared.
‘First and foremost our training method revolves around taking the humanity from your puppy and reducing them to a piece of meat.
Second you will be fucked constantly threw out the 3 weeks by our trainers, your husband (looking at Sofia and Ainsley) or wife will not be the only one to use your body.
Thirdly if you do anything that is considered human behaviour you will be severely punished.
And finally if this training programme becomes too much for you, you can leave at any time but let me make this clear… once you give up you CAN NOT COME BACK
Now that’s out the way all women follow these five trainers, future puppy owners come here’ after derrick had finished talking I said my good bye to Christian and gave him a big kiss.
Walking next to Ainsley who looked happy that I was walking with her we followed the five trainers as the led us through the door we came out from. They led us to the door that was opposite to the door that led us to the kennels as we walked in it I took a close inspection of the room. It was a shower room with white tiles which had drains that you got in a shower evenly placed into the floor, looking up towards the roof I saw the shower heads were for some strange reason connected to the roof like sprinklers. Once we were all in we were told to stand in the middle of the room and to wait while 2 of the trainers followed a red line on the right side of the room that had water will not reach this area written in black over it to a door which said Food and shaver storage.
Soon the trainers came back rolling out a steel table and a yellow plastic tool box on it they rolled it a few metres in front of us and opened the tool box, first they pulled out different types of shavers and put them side by side on the side of the table.
‘Ok ladies lets gets those clothes off ‘the trainer said
As I looked at Ainsley and then towards the other women I then began to gather up the courage to start taking my clothes off but only 15 minutes in 1 woman walked out only saying that she will not degrade herself down to this which was followed by 2 more women leaving. With 12 women left we just stood there until suddenly one of the trainers came and grabbed one of the girls and pulled her to the front for everyone to watch, soon after he pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting away at the 20 year old woman’s flower tank top and then dress, with the rest of us just watching scared to the bone. Soon the trainer cut away everything except her bra and panties by this time she was in tears. The trainer then moved her towards the other trainers and began to speak.
‘Listen I know you’re all nerves and I’m not going to lie but this is what it will be like for the 3 weeks, it will be degrading and it will be hard but you just got to try’ the trainer said in a nice calm voice.
By this time the girl stopped crying and to my surprize undid her bra and panties exposing her breast and hair less pussy 2 of the trainers went up to her and began to inspect her they moved her ass chicks up so they could see if there was any hair, while this was going on I decided what the hell might as well start taking my clothes of so I grabbed the bottom of my black t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head soon realizing the other women were following suit. While I was putting my shirt down I realized the first girl was given the puppy attire that I saw in the video, but there was no butt plug with the tail on the end. Which made me think maybe they give it to us in week 3 or something, finally I was fully naked. Taking a step ford, I looked at the women behind me to see how they were going, which turned me on to the max but what really took my eye was Ainsley she was a goddess with no clothes on.
Looking ford I walked towards the 2 trainers who inspected the 20 year old the first trainer went behind me and grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me holding them together tight while the other trainer began inspecting my body for hair. As the trainer pushed my legs apart and looked closely at my body I knew he saw my pubic hair, moving his hand along my thighs and over my pussy he slowly ran his hand down to my ass were he slipped a finger in me which forced a yelp from my mouth. Looking at the guy with the shaver he said ‘this one needs a shave’ so the guy behind me led me to the table not letting my hands go he forced me to lean over the steel table while 2 guys held my legs spread the guy with the shaver began to shave me clean, as the guy shaved me I found I was becoming more and more excited between the legs it was because I was being made to feel like a piece of meat which in turn forced my dark sexual side to come out in a wave which would of showed the trainers how horny I was, after I was done I was told to go to the trainer to the right.
Walking towards the trainer I looked behind and saw a line of naked women which was an amazing sight, but what caught my eye was how wet each of them were it surprized me how all the women in the room enjoyed being treated like animals. Walking to the trainer he handed me the puppy girl attire, 4 stockings and a collar he then told me to put it on and get on all fours behind him doing what he said I went behind him to put them on.
When I went behind him I saw the first girl in the attire on all fours god the sight was amazing. Getting on the floor I sat on my bottom, out of curiosity I looked at the name tag hanging off her collar it said Chelsie. What a nice name I thought to myself then proceeded to put on the attire, beginning with the stocking for my legs I pulled the red latex stocking up my right leg with both my hands with a lot of difficulty I managed to pull it up it only went up to the middle of my thighs, I then began to pull the other red latex stocking up my left leg pulling with all my might I wiggled it on. I had a close look at the red latex stocking it was very tight and would be definitely harder to take off then put on. I then picked up the red collar it was like every other collar I guess. It had a name tag with my name written on it under my name it had owner written on with Christian’s name next to it. Behind the name tag was a metal circle which was obviously there so they could connect the leashes once done inspecting it I put it around my neck. Next I went to the 2 red arm stockings which I knew was going to be the hardest to get on, I picked the right arm stocking up and brought my right hand to the opening, putting my hand in first and with some difficulty managed to get my hand all the way down, having a look it definitely was the same stocking I had seen in the video but what was strange was the black band that went around my wrist and how there was a lot of space for me to move my fingers and hand around. Moving to the next stocking I was able to get it on just as easy mostly because the stocking on my right arm still allowed me to use my hands, the arm stockings only went half way up my biceps and triceps and the stocking on my legs only went to the middle of my thighs. Inspecting myself I knew I looked close to one of those pet girls.
Eventually everyone was on all fours and had their puppy attire on, me and Ainsley managed to talk to Chelsie before they told us to be quiet. The three of us agreed we would stay as close as possible to each other so we could comfort each other. Next the 5 trainer started to do something to the black wrist band on the stocking’s, I couldn’t realize what they were doing until they started on mine, they pushed on it a bit and did a few other things which I couldn’t see because the trainer got in the way all I could feel was the latex around my hand getting incredibly tight right up until the point where my hands were forced into a fist.
After everything was done the 5 trainers went into the storage room and brought back leashes each of the trainers gathered some girls and connected the women to the leashes, one Trainer came up to Me, Ainsley and Chelsie he connected us all to separate leashes then began to walk us out on all fours . The next second we are being brought out side to our future masters they all turned around and the looks on their face wasn’t of disgust or sorrow it was looks of excitement, the trainers handed us to our respected masters and then all the trainers walked over to derrick.
‘Ok I’m going to tell all you puppies what I told your masters and listen carefully’ while derrick began speaking I looked up at Christian which I just noticed was holding the Butt plug tail in his hands after seeing that I quickly focused on what derrick was saying.
‘Now here are some rules I’m going to lay down for you, if you break any of these rules it will result in the worst punishment.
Rule one no talking the only acceptable communication from a puppy is Woof now listen closely.
1 woof means yes, 2 woofs means no and 3 woofs mean you need to go to the toilet.
Rule two do not walk anywhere the only way you move around this place is on all fours.
Rule three you do not use your hands you only use your mouth, anything that you can’t accomplish with your mouth means that puppies shouldn’t interact with it.
Rule four the butt plug only gets removed by your human masters
And rule five puppies cannot push them self’s to an orgasm’ derrick spoke with the most controlling voice.
‘ARE THE RULES CLEAR’ derrick said in a much deeper and louder voice.
Only one puppy was able to answer she let out a yes which was the biggest mistake of her life.
‘DO DOGS SPEAK’ derrick said heading over to the Woman.
Derrick grabbed the woman’s collar and pulled her so she was in front of every one. 2 other trainers came up to derrick and the poor girl who was in tears had her head forced down so her bare ass was up. Her partner was in shock until derrick pulled out a Cain and gave it to her master and began to speak.
‘When I said that breaking any of these rules will result in severe punishment I meant it. (Pointing at the poor woman’s master) give her nice ten whacks across her ass’ derrick said with a strong voice.
By this time the girl had been gagged and the rest of us girls knew that we better start following the rules. The woman’s master took a deep breath and looked at derrick who just looked at him the woman’s master took one more deep breath and brought the stick up above his head by this time the girl was crying uncontrollably on her gag. The master then brought it down with a loud WHACK making me and including everyone else jump even the trainers who most likely seen and had punished a puppy before jumped back. WHACK came down the second and then the third came down in a loud WHACK by this time the poor girl was wailing on her gag not being able to say stop. The girls master looked at derrick who just looked at him and the bloke continued with the other seven.
When it was finally done the trainer let go of the poor woman who didn’t move at first, derrick took the stick back and said nothing until the woman had got back on all fours and the gag was removed it was only until they were told to go back to where they were standing before you could see the drool and tears on her face, once they were back where they were supposed to be derrick spoke again.
‘I hope I have made this very clear how important it is for you to follow the rules. Now before we start training officially your tails must be put in, go ahead’ derrick nodded towards us and the noise of movement started to fill the air.
I looked at Christian who had the but plug in his hand, I then looked under my body to get the best view of how he was going to insert it. Christian got on one knee and put the plug in his right hand dropping the leash on my left side, my guess was he was going to use his left hand to move my ass chic’s apart but he didn’t, he dipped his index and middle finger deep into my incredibly moist pussy he thrusted in and out of me so his finger was wet he then moved his two moist fingers in my ass and began moistening up my ass with my own juices. Once my ass had been wet enough he spread my ass chicks and press the point of the large dildo against the opening of my tight ass hole, he began to push and I let out a long moan which didn’t draw any attention as every other woman here was moaning like they were on heat. After what felt like a thousand years my ass had nearly swallowed the widest part of the but plug, looking over towards Sofia and Ainsley to see how far they had got there but plug in I saw they had nearly got them in. soon after I felt one last push from christian who got it all the way in. as Christian was getting up he leant ford and gave me a kiss on the chic, few seconds later when everyone had settled down derrick announced that training has just began.
Later we were put into 3 groups of 4. luckily Me, Ainsley and Chelsie were put into the same group which made the experience easy to be in, the other girl was called betty she was about late thirties she seemed to hate being here so I didn’t think she will last that long.
As the four of us was being walked by our masters on all fours to our first training program I looked up towards christian who was behind me he smiled at me and gave me a winked I looked ford and smiled myself the thought that he was happy kind of made me enjoy this even though I got to admit I was kind of enjoying it any way. When we finally got to our destination the 2 trainers smiled and one began to talk.
‘So the first lesson will revolved around getting the puppy to sit properly and learn to use their mouth instead of their hands, so mark can you hand those to the masters (the second trainer picked up a bag and handed things to Christian and the other masters) what we are giving you are a stick and a dog treat you will throw the stick and your puppy will go and pick it up with their mouth they will bring it back to you and you will tell them to sit at which point you will take the stick, then give an a treat and then repeat. (Looking at us puppies) now you 4 listen properly the way you pick up an object off the ground is by putting both your paws on both sides of the object then you stick your ass up in the air so your tail is pointing up and then you pick it up and bring it to your master, the way you properly sit is you rest your bottom on your ankles then spread your legs so it makes a V then you hunch ford and put your arms in the middle making sure they are straight, and you can’t let your tail touch the floor if you fail you will be spanked once. Do you understand’ the trainer said looking at us trying to catch us off guard with the talking rule, so I answered like they told me to.
‘WOOF (yes)’ everyone in the group looked at me as the trainer came up to me he patted my head and said I was a good girl. He then went to the side with the other trainer and said we could begin.
Seconds after Chelsie’s master undid her collar from the leash and threw the stick about 10 metres away he looked at Chelsie who looked at him and then she ran on all fours to were the stick landed on the grass it took her a few moments to get to the stick. As she got there the trainers instructions obviously sunk in because she put her paws on both sides of the stick and then put her head down and stuck her ass up as far as possible so her tail could get really high up. The sun reflected down on her beautiful skin as she bent down her pussy glistened in the sun light because of how moist she was. she then leant up and ran towards her masters, seeing her like that was amazing she got over to her master and waited for him to tell her to sit he soon did and Chelsie sat. The trainer inspected her position very carefully until nodding his head and smiling towards her master. Chelsie’s master then took the stick and gave her a treat while rubbing her head and telling her she was a good girl Chelsie happily ate it. Soon Christian along with the other masters let me off the leash and threw the stick, I took a deep breath and then ran like a puppy towards it, when I got to it I did exactly what I was told I put my paws on both sides of it lifted my ass as high as I could and used my mouth to pick it up I crawled like a puppy as fast as I could feeling my breast’s go side to side it didn’t feel too comfortable at speed, and what made it even worst was the fact that the big but plug was wedged in my ass it was making it really uncomfortable for me to move my back legs ford and even worst it made me really want to go to the toilet, trying to forget that I approached christian with the stick in my mouth and sat like a puppy I hunched ford but my bottom on my ankles and spread my legs like a V.
After the trainer checked if I was sitting properly he gave the signal to Christian who took the stick and gave me the dog biscuit though to my surprize it didn’t taste like a dog biscuit it was extremely nice and melted in my mouth like chocolate. Really wanting to have another one I waited for Christian to throw the stick and when he did I retrieved it like a real enthusiastic dog. Eventually Me, Ainsley, Chelsie and betty got pretty tired so the trainers stopped us and got our masters to put us back on the leash and sit next to them while he explained a game we would play.
‘The game you puppies are going to play is last come last serve what you will do is you’re going to suck off not your master but someone else’s (the 4 of us looked at each other in shock) master. You must get them to cum because the person who get the master to cum last will then need to drink it from your mouth (as soon as he said that betty got up and stormed away saying that she wouldn’t degrade herself to that, her partner frantically followed suit) so are you three puppies ready to begin’ saying as if betty hadn’t left.
Being told who we had we crawled in front of them, I had to make Ainsley’s master cum while Ainsley got Chelsie’s master and Chelsie got Christian. Christian was the first to start unzipping his pants which made me angry but I soon seen Sofia pulling her pants down exposing her beautiful soaking wet pussy it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen no wander Ainsley would fuck this looking between my legs I started to drip you could see the wet grass as I sat there like a puppy, then the trainer began to speak.
‘Ok Puppies ready set go’ he said.
And I instantly buried my face in Sofia’s cunt licking away like a cat cleaning herself, I had been with a woman before but that was way back when I was getting my nursing degree so I really had no idea how to do this. Looking at Chelsie in the corner of my eye I watched as she swallowed my husband’s cock deep in her mouth I could see my husband’s head tilted back as he pattered her head calling her a good girl…. She must have been doing a good job, I then looked at Ainsley who for a lesbian looked to be doing a great job at sucking Chelsie’s master’s cock once having a look at them I went back to concentrating on my job unfortunately it wasn’t a cock it was a pussy and if you’re a woman you know that it takes more than applying pressure with your mouth to get you off you had to deal with more than just a meat stick and a head. Soon Sofia realized I was struggling so she looked down at me and cupped my face.
‘Sweetie your struggling aren’t you?’ she asked in a nice smooth voice.
‘Woof (yes)’ I replied with puppy eyes.
‘Listen your just nerves go slow and don’t panic, only a woman really knows how to make another woman cum’ she said
Listening to her bids of confidence I leant ford and slowly pressed my lips against her entrance, I then slowly brought my tongue out licked her pussy lips. Keeping my lips on her pussy I licked again but this time I invaded her wet hole I knew I was getting to her because she grabbed the back of my head and gently pushed my head into her crotch trying to get my tongue deeper and deeper. My mind was in array of emotions because I was trying so hard so I didn’t have to drink cum out of the 2 woman’s mouths but I really was enjoying Sofia’s pussy, it tasted amazing and to tell you the truth I would prefer it then any cock. I was licking her incredible wet insides when christian made a loud moan announcing that he had just unleashed his load in Chelsie’s mouth the trainer came up to her and told her not to swallow. Knowing that Chelsie’s master would not be able to hold on much longer with Ainsley being the sucker I put my tongue deeper in Sofia knowing fool well that she was close licking her insides frantically I tried my best but unfortunately the sounds from my left told me that Ainsley had a load shot into her mouth and the irony was that Sofia came just seconds later putting a decent amount of cum for me to drink. The trainer soon came up to Sofia who gave my leash to the trainer he then walked me to were Ainsley was she had her mouth open and full of cum, without hesitation I went in licking the insides of her mouth trying to get the cum out. I put my tongue deep into her mouth so I could get as deep as possible luckily I had some practice with Sofia so I really knew how to get in deep eventually I had got all the cum out of her mouth and pulled out with a string of cum being the only thing connecting us. Once I was finally disconnected to her I was surprized by a kiss on the lips from her and a smile which told me that she was ok with me eating out her wife and drinking the cum out of her mouth smiling back I could feel the trainer tug my leash as he walked me over to were Chelsie was. Looking at Chelsie I could see there was a large amount of cum so much that she had to tilt her head up to keep it in, which didn’t help because it was dripping down her chin. So I came to her rescue and began by licking the cum away that had managed to get out of her mouth taking a couple of strokes I then went on to the main course I put my lips on hers and darted my tongue in lapping up the cum in her mouth we both had our eyes close as I drank my husband’s cum from her mouth after a few more strokes I could feel her tongue play around with mine and soon we were play fighting for the most cum but unfortunately it didn’t last long because her mouth was soon emptied but it was a lot of fun when I pulled away Chelsie Woofed at me and smiled I was very happy with myself considering what I had to just do I looked up at christian who look very pleased with me, happy with myself our group then went back to training.
As the day went by we did a lot of drills learning to sit, fetch and how to use our mouths appropriately it was really learning the same thing but different ways to do it. When the sun started to go down all 3 groups had been brought back to the front of the yard were we were let off our leashes and allowed to play and have fun like puppies while our masters talked to the trainers. As I crawled over to were Chelsie and Ainsley was I realized I had been on my hands and knees on the grass the whole day and I wasn’t itchy at all it made me realise why us puppies needed the latex stocking around our legs, I even got used to the collar around my neck it didn’t really bother me at all and it was kind of important how else was Christian going to walk me like a puppy, but the but plug was the hardest part. having it inside my ass the whole day made the friction in my hole unbearable and at the same time it kept me horny and it wasn’t much fun when your been horny the whole day and wasn’t allowed to have an orgasm, it was so frustrating but the worst thing was the fact that every time I moved my back legs ford it made me want to go to the toilet, it got so bad I stopped one of the trainers who was walking past.
‘Woof’ I said to get his attention.
‘What’s wrong girl is everything ok?’ he said kneeling down and patting my head while talking to me like I was a real dog.
‘Woof Woof Woof (I need to go to the toilet)’ I said remembering the way to communicate.
‘Number one?’ he said rubbing my chin, which felt nice.
‘Woof Woof (NO)’ I said.
‘Ok come with me’ he replied connecting my collar to a leash he had.
The trainer led me away from the group and walked me across the yard towards the Building at the far end of the field as we got closer to it we began heading towards the right corner of it as we got closer I noticed a cement path that went through a type of alley way. The trainer walked me through the alley way, he walked me into an area which was surrounded by the same fence that enclosed the field, the fence hid from the world a square path witch in the middle had an area of about 5 metres in the middle of that area was a sand pit, I only had to look at It for a few moments to realize what it really was and what it was really for. I looked at the trainer who smiled and lent down to undo the leash he put it to his side then grabbed my tail pulling it so the but plug would come out, As he pulled I moaned until the plug came out making a pop sound.
It was only when the plug came out that I felt how bad I really had to go and do my business so without even thinking I crawled into the sand box seeing the waste from other girls was darted around this big sand box, I crawled into the very middle of the sand box making sure I didn’t hit any of the other girls waste on me I positioned myself so my legs were far apart and tilting my head up I closed my eyes knowing that the trainer was watching and was enjoying the very fact that I was being degraded to the fullest. I squatted low and relaxed my sphincter, gritting my teeth as I defecated onto the sand. I didn’t dare look back, the stench in the air and the quiet thump of my droppings hitting the ground was all I could bear then I focused on emptying my other bow I blinked back tears as I felt the warm stream of liquid run down my leg and under my knee. I clenched down, spraying back forcefully as my bladder rapidly emptied. I sighed with relief once I felt the stream start to dissipate, dripping off the inside of my leg and down into the sand box. Not even looking back I made my way back to the trainer, I saw behind him that there was a shelf saying utilities and next to it a hole that said bin. the trainer had a bunch of wet wipes as I got fully on the path surrounding the sand box he started wiping away the urine on my latex stocking and wiped my bottom for me, for some strange reason I felt compelled to Woof in gratitude to him which I did.
‘I could tell it was your first time doing that (he said wiping my ass). You know if it makes you feel any better me and the other trainers agree that you’re one of the best fuck toys here’ he said slapping my ass before putting my tail back in.
I was back with Christian Sitting like a good puppy girl by his side every other puppy girl was doing the same. Derrick began to talk to our masters and because I knew that it didn’t concern me I started counting how many woman were left after the first day my tr. Eleven out of the fifteen was left and that was only after the first day and we still had 3 weeks left, I was soon taken from my train of thought when derrick started to speak again.
‘Ok we will do a quick practice on 2 more types of position for the puppy girl before you all leave. If you have a look at your puppy’s pussy it is most likely wet as a hose (when he said this Christian and all the other master looked at their puppy’s pussy). Now if a puppy wants to have an orgasm they need to learn to beg, what your puppies will need to do (he said looking at us) get up on your knees keeping your legs together and bring your paws up to you boobs and give your master a look that would get them to fuck you, if your masters agree to make you cum you must role on your backs but make sure that your legs are spread and you paws are brought to the side of your boobs failure to do this will result in punishment. Now go and practice’ he said.
Being really tired from the day and wanting to get it over with I turned around and got into position kneeling up and putting my hands up to my breasts while keeping my legs together I looked at him and smiled, he told me to role unto my back I then spread my legs. He put his finger in between my legs and started fingering me with his right hand using his left to undo his zipper. My moans were loud but blended in with every other puppy girls moans like me we all have been wanting this just to have the time to release ourselves, I was getting closer and closer until christian stopped and pulled his finger away I looked up to see what he was doing and he was using it to hold himself over me so he could position his dick at my entrance, He didn’t even bother to remove the but plug as he rammed into my pussy. I moaned like a bitch on heat…. Well I was a bitch on heat and I was moaning god was it amazing he thrust and thrust deep into me and soon I was already losing my first orgasm I exploded around his shaft moaning out loud as I did but right after I could feel another orgasm coming. Christian soon slowed down and began taking slow but power full thrusts into me I stretched my arms out so I could grab on to the grass but I couldn’t because of the latex soon christian started getting fast so fast my moans turned into a continues scream of pleasure and without warning I had an earth shattering orgasm nearly making me black out because it was so god damn powerful seconds later christian began to speed up getting so fast he grabbed my boobs and used them to help go as deep as possible in me unloading all his creamy goo deep inside of me, and I can’t lie it was the best sex we had ever had. Laying on my back and keeping my legs wide open I puffed until I got my breath back feeling the cum drip out of my pussy and down onto my tail that’s stuck in my ass, eventually Christian gave me permission to get off my back and sit.
Few minutes later Derrick explained that was the end of the first day of training our masters were told to say goodbye and leave which kind of scared me because this will be my first night sleeping like a puppy. Once our masters had left we were brought back into the main building and taken into the shower room were told to go right under where the sprinklers faced down while the 2 trainers stood away so they wouldn’t get wet. To my sides was Ainsley and Chelsie who in only a day became very close friends. We waited next to each other for the sprinklers to turn on, in a heartbeat they sprung to life shooting down at us the water wasn’t cold and to tell you the truth was very nice after a few seconds I lifted my head so I could enjoy the water more, but the shower only lasted about a minute and as soon as it stopped a gush of warm air came shooting from the sprinklers drying us off. After that the trainers walked us to the room with the kennels. I got into mine and the trainer closed the plastic square door as I got in. looking back at the plastic door I then began to inspect my bed for the next 3 weeks I found that the kennel was wide enough for me to move around in circles I tried to stretch my legs to the fullest but it was just not that large and the height let me put my tail as high as I could get it but stopped me from standing. I then looked down on the floor of the kennel a nice white cotton pillow was laid down it covered the whole surface of the kennel, unfortunately because of the latex stocking on my arm and legs I couldn’t feel how nice it was but I could tell when I lay down it would be soft and comfortable. What I didn’t notice was the 2 bowls with my name written on them one was full of water and the other had food in it, I was very thirsty so I immediately crawled to the water and began drinking the training on how to use our mouths properly came in handy with being able to drink the water comfortably so it wasn’t too hard once I got into the proper position. Once I was done rehydrating I leant back up and looked at the other bowl with food in it well dog food for that matter. It was dog biscuits that were mixed with the stuff you get out of the cans I was very sceptical at first but the only thing I had this whole day was lots of cum so without any respect I went in taking a big bite, the very first thing I tasted wasn’t the foul taste of dog food but the sweet taste of a gore made meal, it was the best thing I ever had and soon enough I had cleaned out the bowl even licking the sides because it was that nice.
After I was done eating I looked around and saw there was nothing to do so I decided to get some sleep, I curled up into a ball on the soft pillow covering the bottom of the bed and fell to sleep.
Enjoying my sleep I was soon waken by my cage door being opened I looked out seeing frank looking inside calling to me to get up and come out I did as I was told were I was immediately connected to the leash. Frank walked me out of the room I was taken out side were we walked to the left side of the building towards a door that I hadn’t seen before, I was taken in to what looked like a break room there was six trainers including frank, derrick wasn’t among them, taking a closer look I realized the only thing in the room was 6 chairs put together to make a circle. Frank led me into the middle of the room and undid my leash by this time all the trainers had gathered around me and was groping and running their hands along me even slipping a finger in my pussy and tugging on my tail so my but plug would force me to moan. Eventually the trainers got bored of the idle foreplay and told me to roll over. I did just that and remembering my training I spread my legs wide like a butter fly and brought my hands up to my breasts. The first trainer was black and knelt down with his cock out and to popular belief he was massive even scaring me a bit. He grabbed my sides and told me to woof, I did and when I did he thrust in deep and I let out a moan that told everyone in the room that I was one very happy puppy.

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Sometimes working through lunch is worth it.

They called it a work and bond layout, every desk in the office that didn’t belong to an executive was lined up, then crammed into rows, and only little half sided cubicles were used. It gave everyone their own personal space, but it also let everyone talk to each other. They said it would foster a good work environment. All it actually did was foster bitchy people into being forced to put up with one another every day, you know collaborative. Dana sat in her urban cage, typing away on some data entry items, and she listened in on the people around her.

“Laura, why don’t you just eat a cunt!” Alyson blurted across the room.

“You know what wench, why don’t you just eat me!” Laura retorted in the same shrill voice.

“LADIES!!” Leo popped his head out of his door. “Why don’t you use your inside voices, and why don’t you cut the potty mouth talk. That really is enough.” Leo turned back into his own cage, and he slammed the door behind him. All of the women laughed in unison, even Dana, and they all got a good laugh from the tyraid.

“Whore!” You could hear Laura put back up.

“Slut!” Alyson instantly replied back.

Dana had lost her train of thought, and it was still too early in the day for all the crap. She couldn’t seem to get back on track, and it became obvious she would need get up from this desk some time soon. She planned her route. She could go to the restroom, then get some coffee. One more stop in the restroom on the way back, and she could easily stretch the entire stint to at least twenty minutes. That would give her some energy to focus on what she was doing. She stood up from the terminal, and she leaned over the side of her cubicle.

“Hey Carol, you up for short break?” She invited her friend to come along on the adventure.

“Sure, I will come around. The usual route?” Carol asked.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” Dana stretched her back, feeling freed from the desk chair, she pulled down the jacket to her suit, and she moved through the opening of the half width wall. As she stepped out into the walkway, she stopped, and waited for Carol to make it out of her side, then around the corner to meet her. Moments later Carol turned through, and she matched her slow pace as they marched toward the restroom.

“How are you my dear?” A sweet demeanor in her voice. It hadn’t been twenty four hours since she had left her house, feeling somewhat bow legged from the pounding Greg had put into her on the couch.

Dana smiled, and blushed a bit. She hadn’t attempted to bring anyone from work home with her before, but she had never given up the chance to bury her face in some pussy when the opportunity arose. “I’m doing good. I guess I don’t have to wonder if you are gonna talk about it. I wasn’t sure how you might feel about me today.”

“Don’t worry doll, I don’t do things I don’t want to. If I was going to have any issues, I would have walked out the door, and said thanks for the nice meal.” Carol replied honestly.

“Well that is good to know, I was worried the fact you had put your pussy on my face would make you hate me or something.” Dana smiled back, shooting her a half grin.

Carol blushed at the thought, and her twat warmed as she replayed the fucking over in her head. Dana held the door to the restroom open for her, and they both went in, taking the stalls next to each other. Both of them had the courtesy to tend to their own business, and when they were done they washed up at the sinks, then made their way from the facilities. They picked up the conversation as if it hadn’t ended the moment they came out of the room.

“You want to do lunch today? I was thinking we could hit that little sushi place down the block. I kinda have a craving for it.” Carol asked.

“That sounds good, I’m there. That does sound really good.” Dana replied. They both smiled at one another again, and when they made eye contact, they held the gaze for a little too long. Once again they both smiled, this time letting out nervous giggles as they did it. They made their way into the break room. Dana pulled two cups from the cabinet. She poured them both mostly full cups, and she handed Carol two packs of sugar, knowing that was what she took. Carol tore the tops and poured out the contents, mixing in a creamer as well. When they were finished they started to slowly move back to the cubicle area, making way for the line that inevitably begins to form when someone else makes the move for break.

“You should have seen Greg this morning. He was walking around like he was such big shit, I wanted to laugh at him. I think he would be happy with something like that everyday.” Dana remarked, giggling as she too replayed the eroticism of the previous night.

“I don’t know, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but he was pretty hot last night. I kinda enjoyed getting fucked, made me cum pretty good.” Carol was bashful.

“Oh I know, he is my husband. I don’t mind giving him a little action, as long as I get a little for me. I couldn’t give up that dick, I can promise you that.” Dana smiled at her, and they both went silent for a moment.

“Well I might just have to invite you two over for dinner. That would only be fair.” Carol couldn’t make eye contact with her.

The two women were back at Dana’s cube, and as they began to part ways, Dana confirmed the lunch date, “So about noonish?” Carol chirped back, “Yep.”

Dana went into the office, setting up for another run at her assignment. When she looked down at the time, the computer screen beamed back 10:30, and she was going to have to work hard to get her task done. She worked hard on the data, punching in numbers, applying formulas and different macros to the output, but the work was slow, and time continued to click by as the work drug on. As the clock ticked down to 11:45, Dana could feel a knot in her stomach, and she knew she was never going to get done. Worse yet, she knew she would have to break her lunch date with Carol, there was simply no way she could make it. She needed to get through at least half the papers before the end of the day, and she was still stuck on the first one.

Dana put away her pride, and finally came to the realization, there was little she could do. With that, she popped up from the chair, and she leaned over the half slab, breaking into Carol’s concentration since she didn’t even notice her.

“I don’t think I can do lunch.” Dana said sadly. “I have a deadline coming up, and don’t know how I’m going to make it, even without going for lunch.”

Carol’s face turned down, and she felt slightly rejected. “Oh, well that’s okay. I guess if there’s no way, there’s no way. Sorry you have to work. You want me to bring you something?”

“No, you’re a dear for it, but I keep a can of soup and a bag of popcorn in my desk for just this situation. I can make do. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it, I will take you out Friday. My treat, I promise.” Dana tried to smooth it over.

“It’s okay, I really do understand. Don’t need to take anymore shit from Leo, we make it bad enough.” They smiled, and Dana slipped back down into her seat, continuing to plug in the information.

Dana worked on the papers, as noon went by, Carol peeked over the top and said goodbye, asking again if she could bring her back something. Dana again declined, and the office quickly became as quiet as it would be all day. All of the office doors were either shut, or left wide open, with no one inside. All the women of the office had stepped out, and not even the rogue phone call would break the silence that had befallen the place. Dana felt the weight of it all slip off of her, and she used the time wisely, pounding through task after task, until finally she had done enough she could have her lunch.

She dug toward the back of her desk drawer, and she pulled out the mentioned soup and popcorn. She ripped open the cellophane covering the outside, and she got up to utilize the microwave in the break area. The trip up the hall was quick, there were no other people to dodge, and the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner, blowing cool air throughout. She pushed open the metal door, peeping through the porthole window before she kicked it open. Inside, yet again, there no was other soul, and only the hum of the soda machine broke the silence.

Dana quickly plopped the can out into a bowl from the cabinet, and she placed it into the microwave. It would only take a minute with the hefty machine provided by the company, and soon she had her popcorn bursting through the noise of the compressors. She quickly drank the broth from the bowl, and as the popcorn neared the end of its cycle, she spooned the over-soft noodles with a plastic spoon. By the time the popcorn had exploded it last kernel, having spent an extra minute in the contraption, Dana took it out, and headed back toward her desk. After crunching into a few of the corns, she cobbled together the command to print, and then she was out of the office again, heading to the copy room.

Back along the same route to the restrooms and break room, she hustled up the way, and before reaching either, she opened the white door to the room, which was simply labeled as “Copies”. Inside the work table was closest to the door, the supply shelves lined the back wall, and the laser printers and copiers lined the opposite wall. Above the work table hung the obligatory cork board, and pinned into it were all the company wide memos, notices, and HR required material, there for your convenience while your waited for the lasers to finish their magic.

Dana came in, checking which machine had been queued up to take her request, and she checked the paper tray to ensure it would be able to complete the task. She turned and leaned against the table, unwilling to face the bulletin board of regulation. She stood there long enough to begin to phase out, listening to the monotony of the printing machine waltz, when the door flew open, and Carol stepped inside.

“OH SHIT!” Dana screamed out, startled by the sudden entry of anyone. “Back from lunch already?”

“Been gone about thirty minutes, but I thought I would just get it to go.” Carol smiled to her. “And, I brought you back something too.”

She moved into the room, setting down the white plastic bag, and flipped the straps down to the side. She then lifted out two rectangular plastic containers, each with a smokey white top, and she set them down. After pulling the tops, she splayed open the sauces, and the two containers were full of the best looking sushi Dana had seen in a long while.

“Aw! Thank you so much, that’s just too nice. This looks delicious.” Dana was touched, and she appreciated her taking the time to think of her.

Carol picked up one she knew was Dana’s favorite, and she floated the piece toward her mouth, taunting her to open up. As she got there, she allowed her only half of the sticky rice with tuna, and she placed the other half in hers, partaking in the same tastes Dana was about to enjoy. They both chewed up the morsel, relishing the delicate flavors of fish with the chewiness of the rice, and just a touch of bitter from the green kale wrap. It was a delicacy for them both, and the mutual connection only made the experience more intense. Dana chose the next one, and she repeated the process, giving Carol the other half, and they once again shared the same profiles, savoring the flavor as each one would come.

As Dana completed her bite, and her pallette was cleared, Carol jumped for her, like she had been ready to pounce, and she kissed her deeply. Dana was surprised by the assault, but soon she could feel the passion, and she began to kiss her back. The passion between them was hot, and now that they had broken the ice, and the facade of the lunch was over, they kissed even more deeply, twisting their tongues around one another’s, and washing their saliva back and forth between them.

Dana pulled Carol into her, and the warmth of her body penetrated through the polyester knits, and their embrace felt like a ball of fire. Carol’s breasts pressed into Dana’s, and Dana moved her hand onto her hip, cupping over it, pulling Carol in. The kiss melted into more, and they made out standing next to the table, with no care of where they had chosen to tryst. As they consumed one another in complete love, Dana moved over her back, sending shocks up Dana’s spine as she went. Carol moved over Dana, and ended up with a handful of ass of her own.

Dana wanted more,and she loosened her grip on the woman, only to pull her back enough so she could get one hand over her tit, taking her by the handful. Carol purred at the attention, and more tingles rode her body in waves. They couldn’t bring themselves to part, and the simple stimulation of kissing the other, made them both insatiable. Carol was the one forced to relent, and she broke away from Dana, panting as if she couldn’t breath. She was once again wearing a tight fit skirt, which didn’t really offer great access, so she pulled hard on the thighs, stretching it upward, and she scooted up the dress.

As the bottom rode up her thigh, her luscious figure was revealed again, and once it was up over her waist, Dana could see she wore no panties. Carol’s gorgeous cunt was on display, and her smokey black stockings gripped delicately to her pale white skin. The sight of her girlfriend, now bare before her, made Dana’s vagina shudder, and she felt weakness creep into her knees. She dropped to the floor with no prompting, she knew exactly what she was wanted to do, and she slipped her face between her legs, placing down the softest of kiss. Carol moaned as soft as the kiss, and she began to slip toward the table, losing the strength in her knees as well.

Dana helped guide her down, as soon as Carol had the slightest support from its edge, she quickly slid the tip of her tongue up the outside of her slit. She made sure not to go too deep, and as soon as she reached the end, she moved back, wisping a soft plume of her hot breath over the recently moistened area. Crawling waves of tiny fingers danced up Carol’s back, and she arched out as Dana came in again, and she buried her tongue deeper in this time. Dana wouldn’t miss the chance to make her jolt, and she aimed for the clit, smashing it with the stiffened tip of her tongue.

Carol moaned loudly at the strike, but she only wanted it more, and she couldn’t help but place her hands on the back of Dana’s head. Dana took the queue, and she pulled on her slit, suctioning her button out, and she sucked on her clit like it was a mother’s teat. She held the pressure for a moment before she released the pressure harshly, but the response she got was just a louder moan. Carol’s hips edged backward to gather more support, and she lay back on the table, pulling her legs up to her chest.

Dana inched forward with her, and she lay her lips on the outstretched pussy. Carol gripped her own tits, and she squeezed, pinching the tips in the laced fabric. The harsh pinch of the lace, combined with the sweet touch of Dana’s lips, sent ripples through her body, and she longed for her to make her cum. The harsh faux carpet of the copy room floor made Dana’s knees ache, but the sight of Carol’s cunt in her face allowed the sensation to melt away. Dana placed her lips above her clit, and she sucked her button up once again, this time forcing her tongue between the slit.

Dana released her grip quickly, and let her pussy swell to the attention. Then again she pushed in, as she wrapped her hands around her hips. As she lapped on her clit, she stretched her flaps back with her hands, and her nub rose up at the attention. Dana wagged her tongue across the protrusion, hitting only the top, and she increased her speed, working it in rapid aggression. The quick and sudden hits made Carol shiver with every collision, and soon she shuddered in unison to each strike to the tip. Before she could bring her to convulsions, Dana slipped down the center, and rode deep down her slit.

Carol was lubed from the anticipation, her juices washing over her tongue, and Dana marveled at the sweetness. The nectar drove her wild, it worked as an aphrodisiac, forcing her to pull open her pussy, and she slipped her tongue deep inside. Dana pressed into her, covering her face in spent saliva, and she followed the circle around her creaming vagina. Over and over, she forced passed the opening, plunging into her pussy with every inch of her tongue. As she pushed into her cunt Carol began to moan with every push, building in the excitement as she was fully eaten out. Dana couldn’t stop herself from burrowing in even further, her nose banging against her clit, pushing her ever closer to climax. Carol’s moan intensified, and she gripped the edge of the table, giving herself leverage to push Dana in even more. As her rhythm came to it’s peak, her pussy clamped down on Dana’s tongue, pulsing tighter with each spasm, and she gushed her thick cum over the the entirety of Dana’s buried face.

Dana didn’t stop face fucking the woman until her vagina unclenched, and Carol lay on the top of the table, her hands finally loosening their grip on the edge. Carol’s tits heaved up and down with her breathing, and the intensity of the orgasm made her gasp for air. Dana continued to play with her flaps, and she lapped up her cum, enjoying the experience of giving her such a vigorous tongue lashing. Carol couldn’t take the constant abuse, and she sat up, pulling Dana to her so she could taste her own pussy on her lips. The women twisted and curled their tongues together, once again making out as their cheeks slid across each other from the slickness.

Carol ran her hands up Dana’s back, then back down again, as she ached to feel her soft skin. Finally the passion was too much, and she pushed her away, breaking the entanglement in order to catch her breath. She looked into Dana’s eyes, and she could see the love she had for her, the utter wanting in her face. She moved her hand over her cheek, and pushed back a lock of hair behind her ear. She placed her palm against her face, and she caressed her for a moment, moving down the side of her neck. She looked at her perfect neck, and she gripped it in her hand, using only the slightest of force to lovingly choke the muse. Carol’s hand around her neck drove Dana to the edge, and she slammed her hips into her, bucking for attention of her own.

Carol released the pressure, but moved down just a bit more, and once at the top of her blouse, she released the first button, letting loose the clasp. She ran her fingers against her chest, the little bit that was exposed, and when stopped by the next, she worked to release it as well. Once again the button slid from the hole, and she coveted the newly exposed flesh, working her hand further in each time. Dana closed her eyes, leaning her head back while pushing out her breasts. It was the invitation Carol longed for, and as the buttons broke away the blue lace of her bra became exposed, letting the flower motif slide out from each fabric panel. When the final button was undone, Carol softly pulled back each side, and Dana’s encased mams sat at perfect attention.

Carol leaned into her, kissing her on the collarbone, delving into the crevasse that linked her neck and torso. The soft warmth of her lips made Dana whimper at the touch, and she sway back as she did it. Carol could see she would need to give her some support, and she hopped up from the edge of the table, no longer needing it as the aggressor. She charged at Dana, pushing her across the room, and in the short distance, backed her against one of the large printers on the other side. The contours of the machine made Dana’s back bow, and her tits pushed out in the contortion. Carol pulled down her bra straps, and Dana’s tits sprang out of the holsters in great relief. Carol loved the image, and seeing her bouncing breasts only made her more ravenous. She took the far mam in her hand, squeezing hard around the curving globe. Her mouth fell upon the other, and she slipped the woman’s nipple into her mouth, licking swirls around it with her tongue.

Dana moaned at the force, loving the way the insatiable woman wanted her so furiously. Even as the unforgiving cabinet of the machine gouged into her spine, she tingled with the sensations of the suckling frenzy. As Carol licked her tit, Dana bent at her knees, bracing herself on the printer. Slowly she worked her loose fitting skirt upward, rubbing her thigh with her hand, and pushing her hips out in wanting presentation. Carol could feel her urgency, and she began to kiss her way down the woman’s body, building up her anticipation even more. Finally Dana couldn’t take the tease, and she lifted her skirt around her waist, revealing the matching floral panties to her bra. Carol slipped down to her knees, feeling the same harshness Dana has experienced from the floor, but there too was a wanting pussy for her, and the sensation slipped away.

Carol kissed the side of her thigh, still building up her lover’s anguish as she throbbed in the intent. She spurned Dana away as she attempted to grip the sides of the panties in an effort to pull them down. Carol placed her lips over the satin fabric, savoring the scent of her salivating twat, and she pushed against her pussy, soaking the pale blue to dark wet. Dana moaned at the attention, swaying her head back once again, and Carol lapped at the barrier like she was waiting for consent. Carol wanted to draw it out, to make her beg for every touch, but she could see on Dana’s face the longing, and she felt a bit of remorse. She kissed her pussy one last time, and finally she grabbed the tops of her panties, and slid them down her hips. Dana was more than wanting, her pussy was bright red with swollen bliss.

Dana stepped out from her panties, and Carol tossed them on the floor, but just when she thought Carol would taste her, she stood up, kissing her some more. Dana kissed her back, confused to why she had left her without treatment, until Carol grabbed the lid of the machine and pushed it clear. Carol then wrapped around her hips, and helped her hop up on the clear glass, and like in so many fantasies, she smiled, hit the button, and took copies of her ass.

The both smiled and laughed at the situation, and as each flash of light went by, a new picture of her pussy popped out. Carol picked one up with a grin and a wink, “Souvenir!”

Dana was amused by the setting, but she wouldn’t be going without, and she pulled the back of Carol’s head to her snatch, “Flip book?” Carol smiled at the thought before she buried her face in the her pussy, and Dana moaned loud as the machine printed out the movie. Carol didn’t tease her anymore, and she licked her clit with single intent, to make her moan some more.

Dana braced herself on the back of the machine, and Carol lapped on her cunt. She stayed directly on her slit, needing to bend over slightly with the height of the top. Dana grunted as her clit took the abuse, and Carol was unrelenting. As she neared climax, she slid two fingers deep into her, pushing them to knuckles depth, and then she added more to it, curling in on her G-spot. Dana began to squeak with pleasure, each slam in her cunt in time with each stroke of her clit. Just as Dana was ready to burst, they heard the door click.

“OH MY GOD!”… It was Laura, and they were caught.

Carol popped up from Dana’s crotch, turning to shield her from view, and Dana pulled closed her blouse, attempting to latch the bottom button. Laura had walked through the door without thinking, and the piston on the door closed it behind her, latching the door as it shut. Carol began to slip her skirt down a bit more, as it was obviously up when Laura had walked through the door. Laura stood there, not knowing what to say, and she was like a deer in the headlights.

“You can’t tell Leo!” Carol broke the awkward silence, the machines having long stopped their intended operations.

“Oh fuck Leo! I wouldn’t begin to tell that moron anything.” She paused, “You guys know this door locks, don’t you?” She turned and demonstrated.

Dana spoke up nervously, “You can’t tell anybody.” She continued to try to button her shirt, but she was shaking so bad, she couldn’t get the buttons together.

“Really all I was coming in for were my papers.” She walked toward the woman, reaching around them for the stack on the printer.

Laura started to look through the stack, and as she did, it was Dana’s ass, and Carol’s chin, copied like animation cells of some adult Disney film. “Oh wow! That’s kinda hot. Nice ass Dana!”

Carol snatched the papers from her hands, “Laura, I’m not fucking around. You can not tell anyone. We could lose our jobs!”

“Hey!” Laura snapped back, seeing the women didn’t trust her. “I don’t care what you two do with each other, and I’m sure no snitch. Seems like the only way you two are gonna believe me is if I’m just as culpable as you are.”

She paused for a minute, looking over the disheveled women, “Why don’t we do this. I’m a voyeur at heart. You two put on a show for me, and finish up. If we get caught, we get caught together.”

Laura instantly put on a smile, and Carol looked over at Dana, Dana looked back at Carol. Finally Laura broke into the silence, “It’s win win for all of us. The door’s already locked. What have you got to lose?”

Laura walked over to the table the two women were previously using, and she laid her bag down, then leaned up against it. “Oh, could you do it on the floor or something? It’s kinda hard to see everything from here.”

Carol helped Dana down from the machine, and Laura propped herself up on the edge of the table. As they stood in the middle of the room, both women stared at each other, then they stared at Laura who had an ear to ear grin of approval on her face. The two women weren’t much of performers, but the deal didn’t seem all that bad, and finally Dana pulled Carol over to her.

Dana placed a soft kiss on her lips as she slipped her hands behind her. Carol did the same, and slowly their lips made more contact as they grew more comfortable with the arrangement. Soon the two had their eyes closed, and they were making out as if no one were there. They swayed back and forth as they began to build heat between them, and slowly their hands began to move over one another, caressing and consoling the other as they became willing to make love. Laura watched with intent, it wasn’t common place for her to be treated to live porn, and the two women were gorgeous in their own right, exacerbated by the fact they were her coworkers.

Carol kissed Dana’s cheek, and started kissing lower as they progressed. Next she kissed below her ear lobe, driving Dana wild, and she let out a soft moan. She kissed on her neck, sucking on her slightly, but making sure not to leave a mark. At the end of her neck, she kissed into the bow of her shoulder, which was barely covered by the blouse she was never able to refasten. She then pushed inward on the flap, sliding it further and further out, until she reached the impression of her bra strap, which now dangled to her side. As Carol moved ever lower, she placed her hand on the side of Dana’s neck, moving the other flap away as well, and as her lips caressed the top of her chest, the blouse fell away, revealing her ample tits once more. Laura watched as she progressed ever so slowly, and when the shirt fell away, she was noticeably excited by the view, and she leaned into the table more, as if she needed the extra support.

Into the center of Dana’s chest Carol placed soft loving kisses, until finally she slipped her right nipple into her mouth, and swirled the tip against her slick warm tongue. Carol reached behind her, sliding her hand into the small of her back, and she continued to suck on her tip, pulling in her entire areola. Dana let go of another soft moan, and the presence of an audience seemed to whisk away from her mind, and she was fully engrossed in the supple touch of her lover. Carol moved her other hand over her exposed breast, and she cupped the tit as she softly moved her palm over the top. Laura was beginning to enjoy the show, it was certainly better than turning the ladies in, and without much thought, her own hand began to move over the top of her own breast. Each time Carol would make another pass over it, she mimicked the motion, and she began to feel a warmth of her own building between her legs.

Dana had gone into a trance, enjoying the sensations, and only staying upright by the unconscious bend in her knees. Once again she began to rub her thigh, adding loose friction to the advance that pulled her skirt ever higher. Carol left her mam, now setting an even lower course, in which soon she was required to return to bended knee. When Carol dropped down to the carpet, Dana was ready, her skirt already high enough to allow her easy access. Carol placed her lips again to her thigh, and she sucked hard, not caring if a mark was left in the unseen delicate spot. Dana moaned, not soft this time, but with great anticipation as if this was the second time she would be left without coming to fruition. Laura watched with delight, the sight of her lust making her own grow without control. She now had a handful of her own tit, and she played with her nipple, sending swafts of tingles down her spine, and more importantly her clit.

Carol was ready to taste Dana’s twat, but instead of just taking it, she pulled down on Dana’s hands, inviting her to join her on the floor. Dana obliged, and she bent down as Carol held her hands, bracing her until her ass reached the ground. Dana pulled her skirt high, tucking it under the top so that it would be secured, and so Laura would be in full view of the action. Once more Carol kissed her thigh, now closer to the knee, and she worked her way down. As she bent in closer, her ass raised up, and by the time her face met the awaiting slit, she was presenting her pussy to the open air. Laura could see between her legs, and the sight of her exposed gash made her pussy clamp tight, and she had the sensation as though she were in the midst of Kagels. The heat in her thighs started to become unbearable, and she wondered what the women on the floor would think if she were to touch herself.

Carol wasn’t paying attention to Laura, and Dana lay back with her eyes closed, preparing to receive her oral pleasure. Carol shifted for a better angle, and when set, she slipped her tongue into her slit. Dana groaned at the end of the anticipation, and pulled in a soft deep breath as her clit received her touch once more. Carol took her time, rambling over every contour of the terrain, while Dana arched her back, purring as her kitty earned a pet. Laura put herself in her position, now using her mind as the ultimate aphrodisiac, and she was no longer watching Carol lap at Dana’s pussy, but in her mind, it was her. Carol continued to punish Dana, toying with her slit, never giving her a option of full release. Laura began to rub her thigh, and as the woman teased the other’s pussy, she grew creamier by the moment.

Laura couldn’t take the imagery anymore, she wanted too much to be a part of it, and she undid the top of her slacks, uncaring whether the women would find it a faux pas. Laura was a plump woman, her large breasts sat upon a frame befitting the luxury of ample mams. While her unflat torso would roll into a doughy ball, she was blessed with the wide hips, and an equally fat ass, which kept her figure as enticing as any others. As she unhooked the front of her pants, having to lift a bit to slip her hand inside, she slid over her thong panties, and even her own touch was enough to send shivers throughout. She didn’t agitate the situation, but simply placed her hand down, pressing ever so soft against the ridges of her twat.

Neither of the other woman knew what she was doing, but it was obvious they also had no care. Carol licked into Dana’s folds, slipping her tongue down as far as it would go, then back up again she press harder, catching the pulsing tip of her clit. Dana began to moan in rhythm, and she could feel her vagina begin to compress. Carol’s ass began to sway in the motion, and everytime she came up, her ass went down, and then vise versa. The women began to move like well lubricated machines. Laura pressed into her thong in time, and the tempo of her fucking became the step of each note played in Dana’s moans. Carol began to focus on her clit, moving less and less down, but more in as it started to stiffen. Laura could see the action increasing, and she pumped more vigorously on her caged twat, pressing her own button each time Carol lapped.

The intensity grew, over and over tongue came to clit, and fingers slammed inward harder. Dana braced as her clit stood at attention, and Carol slammed into her with unrelenting precision. Finally the mountain had been tamed, and as Dana reached the top, she climaxed with an immense explosion, writhing against the harsh carpet as Carol took her pulsing clit into her mouth, sucking against it hard as her cervix rammed her insides with unstoppable timing. Dana stifled her cum as much as she could, knowing it was inevitable more people would be returning from lunch.

As Dana tried to regain her composure, Carol worked to gain her breath as well. In the new silence of the printing room, the two women continued to hear a consistent measure of heavy breathing. As the looked up they could see Laura on the table, her hand in her slacks, pumping her pussy up and down. The two women didn’t see it as audacity, and they watched as she played with herself unapologetically. Laura stopped when they noticed her, as if being caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and she pulled it out quickly with a look of embarrassment on her face. Carol looked over to Dana, and they both smiled to each other.

“Don’t stop.” Carol commanded.

Laura looked confused, not knowing how to respond to the thought.

“You’ve seen us naked. It’s only fair we see you, right?” Dana playfully quipped to Carol, who was in complete agreement.

Laura thought for moment, knowing they were playing a game with her. She just didn’t know if it was one she could win.

“Make sure to do it sexy, so we can see.” Carol smiled, pushing it one step further.

Laura blushed, there was little she could do but comply, and she figured she was already in for a penny, she may as well be in for a pound. She placed her feet on the floor, leaning again on the table, looking down at her massive tits. She reached to the top button on her blouse, and with a quick look at each of her audience, she pushed the button through. The women came to attention in the process, in a new found inphatuation, they waited for the stripe tease to proceed. Laura moved to the next button, this time not waiting, and she released it as well. One by one she completed the task, but she never revealed any skin, always pulling the blouse tighter each time she let another button go. Carol was sure she could make out maroon satin under the top, and she stared in anticipation for the answer.

Laura began to enjoy the process, she didn’t really see herself as some sort of pole dancer, or temptress, but the women in front of her seemed to appreciate her form, and the thought that they wanted her made her take on the roll completely. With the blouse hanging in her hands, controlled by her own motions, she popped one side open, and then closed it again quickly, teasing the girls with her luscious body. Dana and Carol watched with glee, and they loved that she was so playful. Laura popped open the other side, and Carol was sure she wore a maroon bra, but it was confirmed for sure when she dropped the blouse to the floor, and her breasts bounced with the sudden display.

“Come on girl, show us those titties!” Dana begged, grabbing her own bare breasts while tweaking her nipples. The girls all laughed, and Laura felt the need to obey.

She reached behind her, easily unlatching the bra, but adding to the dance, she swung one arm across her chest, and slipped the strap down. In a quick motion, she swapped her arms, not losing the brasier, and she slid the other down as well. Now the top was held only by her hands, and the underside of her boobs, and she slipped it down slow, letting her tits come free. The women again wowed at her body, and Laura gave herself a hug, holding them up as she squeezed them together.

Just as quick as she had given the women a grand look at her breasts, she turned, and took away the sight. If it wasn’t for the voluptuous ass that came around, the audience may have turned on the performer. Once she had her back turned, she made use of her other gifts, and she bent over the table, pressing her tits into the cold top, pushing out her rear. Her slacks strained to contain the contents, and every ridge of her body pushed against the seams as she worked her thighs closer together. She pulled her arms behind her, and she rubbed her cheeks both hands. Dana and Carol could only cat call, and whistle as she continued on the tease.

Next Laura stepped wider, allowing the fabric to ride higher into her crotch, and by the time she was done, the women stared at the most scrumptious cameltoe they could have hoped for. Laura placed her hands on her hips, and slowly she worked the pants down, taking her maroon satin thong with it, and her pale ass became the focus. She made it to the bottom of her cheeks, and reached back, snapping herself with the swiftest of slaps, leaving an outline out of a red mark. Dana and Carol looked on in lust, and the more she was allowed to fill the roll, the more they wanted her to keep up the show.

As Laura was about to slip the bottoms off completely, she stepped back, bending down even more, and out popped her pussy, ready to be explored. Carol couldn’t help herself, and she reached up, slapping her ass as well, and she watched as it bounced back to her advance. Laura pushed down until her hips let go from the fabric, and reluctantly she dropped her slacks and panties to the floor. As she stepped out from the bands, she slipped her hand into her bag. Now completely naked, she slowly slid back up, and seductively, she turned to the side, giving the women a view of her curvaceous profile. If she had only had long red hair, she would have easily passed for Jessica Rabbit with her pose.

Dana and Carol looked at her in awe, nothing close to a stick figure could have matched the beauty of this woman, and they were now privileged to gaze upon her truly remarkable body. The women could also see she was hiding something from them, and as she turned, she kept it hidden away. Laura slid her bare ass atop the table, and she used her form to lure their eyes as she moved. It wasn’t until she was completely set, the object in her hand was revealed, and she pulled a hot pink dildo up to her lips. She smiled to the girls, happy in her deception, and the women were pleased to have been so slyfully deceived. Laura didn’t seem to want to play the game much more, and her urge to slip the toy into her cunt was now her motivation.

She slid the tip of the phallus between her lips, kissing it delicately, and the tease was everything they had hoped for. Further she pushed it in, and as the unforgiving tool pushed forth, she moisten the tip liberally while playing with it on her tongue. Slowly she lifted one leg up to the table top, and she hooked her heel in, locking her leg in place. For the first time, the audience was met with a full view of her pussy, and her phat cat lay in open on perfect display. Laura was a bit more plump, and her twat was as well, and as the women looked into the folds, they were greeted with something in dire need of relentless pounding. With the tip of the tool ready for use, Laura flipped it around, and aimed for her wanting vagina.

She slipped it into the top of her slit, rushing along her unfulfilled clit, sending tremors of lust through her entire body. The grazing contact to her buzzer made her grouse to the agitation, and she whimpered softly as she worked her way down. Back up she pulled lightly, glazing the tip with her already copiously wet labia, and back down again, this time just a little deeper. Dana and Carol looked on, and as she began to entice them, the women unconsciously found themselves moving closer together, unknowingly seeking the warmth of the other.

Laura repeated the motion, up again, but deeper, and down again, even further in this time. As she worked the dildo in, she pushed a little harder each time, until finally she was stroking the entire outside of her cunt. She whimpered a little more, aroused by the attention, each time making eye contact with one of women at the show. As she moved in again, she slipped passed the opening of her pussy, and pushed in with intention, soft, deep, and slow. Carol studied her every move, it was as if she were the one doing it, and as the performance progressed, she leaned on Dana even more.

Laura kept up the game, sliding the dick in to it’s hilt. Then back out again, and her excitement rose. She picked up the pace as the cock rode in, and soon the sound of liquid suction came with every stroke. Faster and faster she moved, varying the motion every other pump, and soon she was moaning and groaning in time. Each slam went deeper, and as she built up in every moment, her arm would bang her clit, and it only added to the flow. The women could have enjoyed the show forever, the sight of her jiggling tits, and the wet slap of each blow, but Laura wouldn’t last long enough if she continued to go. They could see it on her face, the anguish of every penetration, and the thought of her self love made every pussy flow.

Laura was ready to cum, it was building in her fast, and she worked her pussy harder, as she was on the edge of climax. They could tell the time was close, Dana and Carol without any prompting, jumped up from the floor, and started to close. The sudden jump held her back for the moment, but each woman took a side, and they both grabbed up a tit, taking their mouths for a ride. Laura banged into her cunt, as fast and hard as she could, each woman suckled a breast, and in that moment she began to explode. Laura moaned long and hard, and her pussy clamped down on the dick. Each women sucked harder on the nipple they licked. Pulsing with uncontrollable convulsions, Laura muffled her cum, and with more pleasure than ever, she gushed on the floor.

Laura’s chest heaved up and down, but she still slowly slid the dildo in and out. Dana and Carol caressed her lush body, and the glow on each of their faces showed they were thoroughly spent. As they each gained their composure they pulled on their clothes, and prepared for the return to work. Carol gathered up the photocopies of Dana’s cunt, Dana offered Laura her panties to clean up, and Laura worked her gorgeous hips back into her slacks. It was a real adventure, and as the women gathered themselves, they giggled about the scene. When they returned the room to as normal as it could be, they walked out as if nothing had happened at all.

As the ladies embarked for their desk, they ran into Leo, returning from lunch. Laura dislike him most and felt the need to be mean, “Hey Leo, the copy room smells kinda funky, why don’t you make yourself useful and go give it a clean.”

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Nearly a year ago , Jimmy began his quest in xxx hypnotism

Monique was on her knees sucking on her daughters boyfriends cock .Jimmy was only 20 years old&Monique was 50 but because of his gift for hypnotism he had enslaved her a week ago . Currently in his basement , Jimmy had also placed his mother Joyce in the human cage he had assembled in his torture chamber .Joyce Nelson who was 42 & married to Jimmy’s stepdad Bill wish it was she who was sucking her son’s 11 inch dong instead of Monique . Jimmy had ballgagged, collared, leashed & had her wear her thigh high hooker boots . In the cage the 5ft 9 stacked , fat ass housewife was proud of her only son who was now fucking the bigtitted latin spitfire. Monique had never had such a massive member up her cunt. Her husband was small in the penis department .

Jimmy had given Monique her creampie, so he went to the cage & unlocked it & had his mom eat the jism out of Monique’s pussy..

Chapter 1- Breakfast

20 year old Jimmy was talking to his 19year old petite girlfriend Linda (Monique’s daughter ) on the phone. Joyce was naked except for a pair of 3 inch heels , she was giving Jimmy his daily blowjob. Did you lick my cum off your mom’s face, when i dropped her off the other night. Jimmy asked? Yes i did sir said Linda. Did your dad Jose take a picture 1st of Monique with my jizz on her face ? Oh yes he did its framed with the others in your bedroom suite when you visit us . Great Jimmy responded as he unloaded a massive dump of jism down his mom’s throat as Joyce swallowed her Son/master’s man dessert. Im glad no punishment for Monique , she followed my instructions to the tee. Ok Linda , you & your mom will be spending the weekend here , so let Jose know. JIMMY HUNG UP. Joyce was now making breakfast for Jimmy , she wore a short apron with her heels . Jimmy had given her ,her usual morning protein she smiled.

Chapter 2- Watersports

Joyce was rubbing her clit violently as she watched one of the videos , Jimmy had made of him dominating her . In this particular episode Jimmy wore a hood & she was wearing complete bondage gear , Jimmy shoved his whole fist up her cunt , & Joyce noticed she was screaming like a banshee, it was a good thing that Bill on orders from Jimmy had made the basement sex chamber sound proof. After Jimmy took his fist out of her pussy , he had to take a piss but instead of going to the bathroom he urinated all over her face & down her throat ( this was the first time he had done this to her but now it had become at a once a week occurence) Joyce had an orgasm thinking about being a pissbucket/slut to her master/son.

Chapter 3 – Mother & Daughter

Monique was wearing a yellow thong bikini & heels but was on her knees , Laying on a poolchair by the Nelsons fenced in pool was Lynn ,Jimmy’s girlfriend, her top was still on but her bikini bottom was off, as her mom Monique licked her cunt, Jimmy the pervert was taking pictures & soon was going to make a video of his sluts getting it on . Joyce would soon be back , he had sent her on an errand at the adult sex store to pick up some supplies . Licking away Monique had made her only daughter reach bliss. So now Jimmy had them switch positions , & now Monique was ooohing & aaahing from the pussy eating Lynn was giving her. Munching away on the old cunt Monique also reached climax.

Jimmy went & grabbed some lube & soon finger-fucked both assholes , his mom would be back soon with the big surprise for both ladies .

Chapter 4- Joyce & her strapon

Joyce was completely nude except for her 8inch thigh high spiked high heeled hooker boots , & she wore her 12inch strapon dildo . Jimmy pressed video on his cellphone as both ladies looked in horror as they both realized , Joyce was gonna fuck them both up the ass with that monster rubber phallus . Linda was first as Joyce drilled her ass piston-like syle as Jimmy’s girlfiend screamed in pain & ecstasy. Next Monique who had been sucking Jimmy’s prick as he filmed her daughter , switched with Linda. Joyce in the meantime was loving being a femdom , Jimmy knew his, mom had this streak in her & maybe he’d make her a complete Lesbian femdom and she could dish out the bdsm punishment when he said. As both Mom & daughter reached orgasm , Joyce on orders from her master/son Jimmy put both ladies over her knee & spanked them. Joyce would watch the video later & rub her cunt once again to orgasm.

Chapter 5

Joyce’s face was covered in Jimmy’s cum . He had brought home a xxx video with his favorite pornstar on it getting gangbanged and he had facefucked her without mercy. Nude except for an apron & short heels , Jimmy told her cook his supper & keep his jism on her face. Which she did, her husband saw her like this many times before and was only interested in what was for dinner ? It had been nearly a year since Jimmy had brainwashed the both of them & now Bill (stepdad was a cuckold ) & Joyce was nothing but a cum/pissbucket for her Master Jimmy.

Jimmy loved his life as his mom whose face he had covered in jism brought his dinner , burger, fries & a beer to the table…

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Sarah and I are taking a short break in a swingers resort. Always keen to stretch our sexual boundaries, one of our objectives is to have a couple aged around twenty-five, eighteen-years younger than us. And them have us.

I am Roger, Sarah and I are in our early-forties and have had sexual adventures many people would be envious of: some incredulous of even. For both of us there is making love, straight out fucking and our ultimate sexual experience, a third or fourth person for us to share.

Sarah, is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and recently with a little prompting from me seriously bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. “I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience, love it, just love it,” she keeps reminding me.

We both have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please each other and our guests, flaunting our naked bodies to turn on people we have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

Size is important for Sarah and she loves being teased and licked. Around once a month she loves having a second man to pleasure her, before he pleasures me while we watch each other: oral sex only – no intercourse is our rule. To be fair to my me, we share another female sometimes which we both enjoy. She takes great delight in telling me, and I love her telling me, “Your erection is magnificent, thick and nine-inches.”

We met Dina and Dean on the first afternoon as we tanned by the pool. Sarah was topless, face down with most of her wonderful big, firm ass, (size 14 on a size 12 body) on display, while she wore a tiny bikini bottom and I oiled her almost naked body, with special attention to her ass cheeks.

We are both exhibitionists and enjoy flaunting our naked or almost naked bodies for males and females and the reaction we receive, which is just what we were doing today.

“Would you be comfortable having sex with this couple Sarah? Our objective was to have a couple aged around twenty-five, eighteen-years younger than us for sex. He is tall and well built, just what you prefer. And she is most attractive, taller than most, with a good body,” I asked as they walked past for the third time and looked at our bodies.

“Yes, I would be very comfortable with both of them pleasuring my naked body. I feel sure they will come by again, see what you can arrange.”

“Would you like to join us for afternoon tea?,” I teased as they watched me slide Sarah’s bikini bottoms down to her thighs before I rubbed oil all over her naked ass, after they walked past for the fourth time.

Twenty minutes later the sexual tension is thick as we sip coffee while Sarah tells them about some of hers and our sexual preferences. They are hanging on to her every word as she tells them, “We came here hoping to connect with an attractive couple your age, almost twenty-years younger than us for sex. We are exhibitionists and gender fluid. One of our favorites is fucking with another couple watching. Even better if they join in.”

“Excuse us while we shower for you,” Sarah smiles at them as she takes my hand and leads me to the shower.

The shower room has no door and Dina and Dean are able to watch us undressing each other. Sarah’s top first, then her skimpy bikini bottoms, then my skimpy bathing costume.

We are both in our element as we soap each other’s naked bodies with a much younger couple we met around an hour ago watching on.

“I love being licked and teased,” Sarah tells them as they watch us dry each other off. “Is your man as big as my man?,” she smirks as they are both looking at my now semi-erect cock. Feel free to use our shower,” Sarah tells them by way of invitation.

“Before you shower would you like to kiss my big ass Dean while my man tongue kisses me,” Sarah teases.

“Oh wow, you are that couple who post lots of very sexy stories on XNXX,” Dina exclaims. “We often read them for a turn on. We fantasize about you two all the time.”

“One of my favorite fantasies is being licked and teased by a couple just like you. Make your fantasy happen then, I want you both to lick and tease me. My nipples then my clit and cunt lips.”

“Can we watch you fuck before we have you both?”

“Which position would you would prefer us in while you watch us fuck for you?,” Sarah asks excited at the thought, just as I am.

“Standing up, so I can kiss you while your man is fucking you,” Dina replied as she stood with her back to the wall. “And will you talk dirty for us while you fuck?”

“My wet cunt loves the way you fuck it with your tongue,” Sarah is whispering between returning Dina’s tongue kisses.

“He is huge, Dean, fucking huge. We have never had a man that big,” Dina whispered.

“Fuck my cunt with your big, thick nine-inch cock.

Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuck it, harder.

“Harder, right up to your balls.”

Dina moves to a chair, with Sarah leaning on her shoulders as they tongue kiss. “I am going to fuck you from behind while I grasp you big ass, while our guests watch,” I whisper as they watch me slowly slide my full, thick nine-inches into her, then withdraw and repeat.

“That is awesome, your erection is magnificent, fucking magnificent, I want to have it,” Dean moaned.

“And so you shall,” I whispered back as grabbed Dina, stood her against the wall and commenced fucking her as Sarah leaned on the chair for support.

In the afterglow we sat on the seats in the shower alcove as we unwound and looked closely at each others bodies.

“How did you know we were swingers,” Dina asked with a smile.

“The way you both looked at my ass while Roger oiled it for you. And the way you both looked at his groin and his obvious erection under his bathers while he oiled my ass.

“I want you to tell us what you consider to be the most appealing part of your bodies?,” Dina asked.

“For Sarah it is her ass, just magnificent and her nipples. For you Roger it is obviously your thick, nine-inch erection with just a tuft of hair above it.

“What do you find most appealing about me Sarah?”

“You have a wonderful body, long legs, flat stomach and the way you trim your jet black pubes is a wonderful contrast to your long, blond hair. I want to have it and pleasure it.”

“And so you shall, tomorrow.”

“Tell Sarah and Roger about the most appealing part of your body Dean. I know what it is.”

“I can get it up five times a day, for both sexes, even better with both sexes at the same time,” he whispered as he stroked a new erection.

“Tomorrow at two and we can have swaps. Which of us do you want?,” Sarah teased as she tongue kissed both of them as they departed.

“Who do you want to have baby, Dina or Dean?,” Sarah asked just after one the next day as we showered together in preparation for them. “I want this to be very exciting for all of us,” she told me as we watched each other put on flimsy, black, crotch-less g-strings to accentuate our sex.

“We really are on the same wave length baby, absolute exhibitionists,” she told me as we posed in front of a wall length mirror.

When Dina and Dean arrived we were both wearing short, black silk dressing gowns without the belts, one of our favorite ways of greeting our guests, as the gowns gape open.

Dina was wearing heels, a short, black cocktail dress with a long zip down the back. Her gestures made it obvious she wanted me to remove it for her while Sarah and her man watched on. Nothing underneath except a tiny, crotch-less black g-string, her jet black pubes a wonderful, sexy contrast to her long, blond hair.

Sarah rubbed her hands over Dean’s chest as she removed his shirt before she tugged his tight jeans over his already larger than average erection before he removed her gown. Then my gown as he slid a hand along my semi-erect cock.

“I told you yesterday, one of my favorite fantasies is being licked and teased by a couple just like you. Make my fantasy happen, I want you both to lick and tease me. My nipples then my clit and cunt lips,” Sarah told them in an agitated voice.

“We both want to pleasure your naked body while your man watches Sarah,” Dina told us, very much in control. “Perhaps he might like to join in?

“After we have had our way with you, we both want to pleasure your man’s naked body while you watch. “Perhaps you might like to join in?,” Dina told us as she tongue kissed Sarah and she returned her kisses.

“Kiss and lick her magnificent ass while she is kissing me Dean. Do you like my man kissing and and licking your glorious ass with your man watching?”

“Yes, yes, I love it.”

“On your back for us Sarah, I want to lick your hairy cunt to orgasm while my man licks and sucks your nipples.

“Then my man wants to lick your hairy cunt to orgasm while I lick and suck your nipples.”

And so they did while I watched on with a huge erection.

“Who do you want to suck your cock first while the other licks and sucks your nipples?,” Dina asked.

“You, one of my major turn ons is a younger man licking and sucking my nipples while his lady is blowing me,” I whispered.

“Dean wants to tease you first, and me. He wants to lick and kiss your erection while I lick and suck your nipples. We have never had a man as big as you. He told me your erection was magnificent, it was all he talked about all night. And I concur, your erection is magnificent.

“Are they good baby?,” Sarah asked she watched on as Dean deftly licked and kissed my erection.

“Now my turn,” Dina smiled as she passionately kissed her man, his lips still wet from my erection.

“You two are very talented,” Sarah told them after we all showered together. We are all naked admiring each other’s bodies. “Are you ready for our reverse swap? I want my man to tongue fuck you while I lick and suck your nipples.

“Before we do, something special for you, one of my specialties Dean. Lay on your back on the floor and count to three,” Sarah tells him in an agitated tone. I know what’s coming, Sarah as done it to me and other men while I watch. I can’t recall her ever having done it to a man while his lady was watching. I am excited as I watch Dina for her reaction as Sarah stands above him with her legs spread.

“One, two, three,” he moans as Sarah releases over his groin. Slowly, a trickle then a torrent.

“Oh fuck, that is such a fucking turn on, I want it, now,” Dina moans as she positions herself over Dina.

“Count to three for me Dina, slowly,” Sarah whispered as Dean grasped her hips and licked and kissed her ass cheeks while she released over Dina.

“As a finale would you like to watch me give your man a blow job? You liked me licking and kissing his erection earlier, that was just a tease,” Dean asks, knowing I want it while the two women watch. His understated persona has me intrigued. I feel sure he will be a very talented performer.

“Yes, I would while he stands with his back against the wall, he has never had a man as young as you.”

“Your cock is magnificent, fucking magnificent. Do you want a blow job while my lady and yours watch? Perhaps they can join in?,” he teases as he licks, kisses and sucks my cock to a full, thick, nine-inch erection. The two naked women are wonderful eye candy as Dean is sucking my cock.

“Is he good baby?,” Sarah asks as she tongue kisses me.

“Is he good Roger?,” Dina asks as she licks my nipples. “I love watching him sucking another man’s cock. You are the biggest man he has ever had. His cock is awesome Dean, make him cum for me.”

“And me, you are very talented Dean,” Sarah whispers as she continues tongue kissing me.

“Do you like me licking and sucking your balls Roger?”

“Yes, you are very talented,” I manage to moan, close to orgasm as he resumes sucking me. He is sliding just the tip of my erection between his pursed lips as he swirls his tongue around it at the same time. Then he slides the tip of his thumb and middle finger along the full length of may erection. He really is talented, very talented and so subtle.

Exquisite oral sex, my lady is tongue kissing me, another woman is licking and sucking my nipples while her man, eighteen-years younger than me is blowing me.

“Nearly there, nearly there, almost there,” I am moaning as I masturbate to orgasm and Dean does the same.

When Dina and Dean left for home the next day we decided to have a rest day before we sought new challenges. Though Sarah did tell me, “I want to be seduced by a lipstick lesbian around ten years older than me. Would you like to watch baby? Could you handle that?”

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