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Francesca Capaldi goes for a walk only to be kidnapped and sold in to slavery and is brought by someone she knows

Francesca Capaldi, a stunning young beauty with a body that could make angels weep and a spirit fiercer than a cornered tigress, found herself wandering the cobblestone streets of the bustling city.

Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back like a river of molten lava, framing a face that could only be sculpted by the hands of a masterful artist. Her B-cup breasts bounced gently with each step, hinting at the ripe fruit hidden beneath her tight corset, and her 33-inch waist curved in a way that made men’s heads turn and their trousers tighten. As she walked, the setting sun painted her alabaster skin with a warm glow, casting elongated shadows that danced with the sway of her hips. Little did she know that her innocent stroll was about to take a dark and twisted turn.

The air grew thick with tension, a silent harbinger of the fate that awaited her. Fran’s heart raced as a shadowy figure emerged from the alleyway, the cacophony of the city fading into oblivion. A burly, unshaven brute with eyes like black coals and a grin that spoke of sinister intentions stepped forward, his colossal frame towering over her delicate form. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he sneered, his breath reeking of ale and lust. “Looks like I’ve found myself a little treasure.” Before she could react, he lunged, his rough hands wrapping around her tiny waist. “Let go of me, you brute!” she shrieked, her green eyes flashing with defiance.

The brute’s grin widened as he hoisted Fran off the ground, her legs kicking wildly. “You’re going to be someone’s prize, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his calloused hands squeezing her soft flesh. “Someone who’ll appreciate all those curves you’re fighting so hard to keep hidden.” His grip tightened, and he slapped a rough piece of fabric over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The world around her grew fuzzy as he bound her wrists behind her back, the rope biting into her delicate skin. “You’ll be sold to the highest bidder,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling her ear. “And trust me, the kind of men who’ll want you…they’ve got tastes that’d make the devil blush.”

He carried her through the city, the sound of her muffled protests echoing through the narrow streets. The cobblestones gave way to the creaking of wooden planks, and the smell of the ocean grew stronger. They descended into a damp, musty cellar, the scent of rotting fish and male sweat assaulting her delicate nostrils. “Welcome to your new home,” he said, dropping her onto a pile of straw. She heard the clank of a lock as the door slammed shut, leaving her trembling in the cold embrace of the unknown.

The days passed in a blur of fear and despair. Fran’s blindfold remained in place, heightening her other senses. She heard whispers of men discussing her future, their voices thick with greed and lust. The anticipation grew palpable, making her stomach churn. The scent of sex permeated the air, a heady mix of musk and perfume that spoke of the depravities that had occurred in this very place. Her body was touched, poked, and prodded, but she remained untouched by the lecherous hands that sought to claim her.

Finally, the day arrived. The brute returned, his grin more sinister than ever. “It’s showtime,” he said, his voice gruff. He pulled her to her feet, the rope cutting into her wrists as she struggled against him. “You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?” He dragged her up the stairs and through a bustling market, the cacophony of voices a stark contrast to the quiet fear in her heart. “You’re going to be the belle of the ball, Fran,” he whispered. “The prize everyone wants to claim.”

The fabric was ripped from her eyes, and she found herself in a dimly lit auction house. The room was filled with men, their eyes raking over her exposed skin with hunger. On the stage, a podium stood with a man in a top hat, his eyes gleaming as he took in the sight of her. “Gentlemen,” he announced, “today we have a rare beauty for your discerning tastes. A fresh, untouched treasure from the streets.”

Fran’s cheeks burned with humiliation as she took in the sea of faces, their gazes piercing through her flimsy garments like a thousand hot knives. The auctioneer began to describe her in explicit detail, her body a commodity to be bought and sold. Her full, pink lips, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the delicate arch of her feet. Each word painted a vivid picture of her innocence and vulnerability, making the men’s desires swell.

The bidding began, a frenzied exchange of coins and promises. She could feel their eyes on her, imagining what they would do once they had her in their beds. The numbers grew higher and higher, each bid a declaration of the depravity she would face. Her legs trembled, and she clenched her thighs together, a futile attempt to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity. The auctioneer’s gavel fell, the sound echoing through the room like the toll of a funeral bell. She had been sold to the highest bidder, her fate sealed in a world of carnality and submission.

The brute shoved her into a dimly lit, opulently decorated room, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing through her trembling body. The sudden silence was shattered by the sound of a familiar giggle. “Surprise!” The voice was sickeningly sweet, and Fran’s stomach lurched as the blindfold was yanked away. Standing before her was none other than her school rival, Mandy Moore, her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders and her brown eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. “Mandy?” Fran croaked, disbelief etched into her trembling voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Mandy sauntered closer, her ample breasts swaying beneath her silk blouse, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Oh, you know,” she said airily, “just buying a new plaything for the weekend.” She ran a finger down Fran’s cheek, her nails sharp as talons. “I’ve always wanted to see you brought low, Fran. To watch you squirm and beg.” Her hand traveled down to the neckline of Fran’s corset, tugging it down to expose her perky pink nipples. “And now, I get to do whatever I want with you.”

The room grew hot with anticipation as Mandy’s gaze raked over Fran’s barely-covered body, her eyes lingering on the juncture of her thighs. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she murmured, her voice a dark caress. “How much you enjoy playing the innocent. But we both know that’s just an act.” Her hand slid down further, grabbing a fistful of the fabric covering Fran’s pussy, her grip tightening. “Let’s see if the rumors are true, shall we?”

Fran’s eyes widened in horror as Mandy leaned in, her hot breath tickling her ear. “You’re going to be my little slut, aren’t you?” she whispered. “You’ll do anything I say, just to get out of here.” She nipped at Fran’s earlobe, her teeth sharp and insistent. “You’re going to love every minute of it.”

The room spun as Fran felt Mandy’s hand slip beneath the fabric, her rough touch sending shockwaves through her body. “Mandy, please,” she whimpered, her voice a trembling plea. “We can work something out.”

Mandy’s laugh was cold and mocking. “There’s nothing to work out, sweetie,” she said, her fingertips grazing the soft folds of Fran’s sex. “You’re mine now.” She pushed a finger inside, and Fran gasped, her body betraying her with a shudder of pleasure. “And I plan on enjoying every inch of you.”

Mandy’s cruel fingers continued to explore the wet cavern of Fran’s pussy, her grin widening with each whimper that escaped the red-haired beauty’s lips. “You’re so wet for me already,” she cooed, her voice thick with amusement. “I can feel your cunt pulsing around my finger.” She twisted her hand, adding a second digit to the mix, stretching Fran’s tight entrance. “Do you like that?”

Fran’s breath hitched, her body involuntarily arching into the intrusion. “Mandy, please,” she begged, the words sounding more desperate than she intended. “This isn’t you. We’re… we’re not like this.”

Mandy’s eyes darkened, her grip on Fran’s chin tightening. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to, Fran?” she hissed. “All those whispers in the halls, the secret smiles and the way your eyes followed the boys. You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you?” Her thumb found Fran’s clit, circling the swollen bud with expert precision. “Begging for someone to take you, to show you what a real woman feels like.”

“N-no,” Fran moaned, her body trembling as Mandy’s fingers worked their dark magic. “I’ve never… I swear…”

“Lies,” Mandy purred, her tongue darting out to lick the side of Fran’s neck. “But I’m not mad. In fact, I’m thrilled. You see, I’ve had my eye on you for a while. And now, you’re all mine.” She leaned in closer, her breath hot on Fran’s ear. “You’re going to come for me, Fran. You’re going to scream my name.”

The room was spinning, the sounds of Mandy’s voice and the wet squelch of her fingers in Fran’s pussy the only things grounding her to reality. “Mandy, please,” she moaned again, her hips rocking against the invading hand.

“Look at me,” Mandy demanded, her voice a silky command. Fran’s eyes snapped open, meeting Mandy’s intense gaze. “Say it,” she whispered, her eyes boring into Fran’s soul. “Say you want it.”

The dam broke, and Fran’s body was wracked with a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching around Mandy’s fingers. “Y-yes,” she gasped out, the word torn from her very core. “I want it.”

Mandy’s smile grew triumphant, her eyes gleaming with victory. “Good girl,” she murmured, her thumb stroking Fran’s clit with renewed vigor. “Now, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.”

Mandy’s eyes never left Fran’s as she felt the tension build in her body, the room seemingly closing in on them. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss that sent shivers down Fran’s spine. “Give it to me.” Fran’s breath grew ragged, her chest heaving with the effort to control herself. “Oh god, Mandy,” she moaned, her body a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and the realization that it was her rival causing it only made it more intense. “I’m… I’m going to cum,” she admitted, her voice shaking.

Mandy’s smile grew wicked as she felt the telltale signs of Fran’s impending orgasm. “Cum for me, slut,” she ordered, her fingers moving faster, her thumb pressing harder on the engorged clit. “Cum for your new mistress.”

Fran’s body obeyed, arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed Mandy’s name, her voice hoarse and desperate, as the climax ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed around Mandy’s invading digits, juices gushing out to wet the sheets. The room was a blur of sensation and sound, Mandy’s laughter echoing in her ears as she rode the crest of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her body trembled and convulsed, a testament to the power of the pleasure that Mandy had wrung from her.

As the last waves of ecstasy ebbed away, Fran collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling. “Fuck,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck, Mandy.”

Mandy leaned in, her breath warm and sweet against Fran’s ear. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she purred. “You liked being my little whore.”

Fran’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “I… I don’t know what’s happening,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whimper.

Mandy chuckled, withdrawing her hand from between Fran’s legs. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re going to get used to it.” She leaned down and captured Fran’s mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue pushing past her lips to claim victory. “And before the weekend’s over, you’ll be begging for more.”

Their bodies still entangled in the aftermath of the most unexpected climax, Mandy leaned back, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know, Fran, I have a little surprise for you.” She sat up, her movements fluid and deliberate as she began to unbutton her own shirt. Fran watched, her heart racing, unsure of what was coming next. The fabric parted, revealing Mandy’s ample breasts, the sight of which only added to the confusion swirling in her mind. But it was what she saw next that truly left her breathless.

Mandy’s hand slid down to the waistband of her pants, and with a seductive smile, she pulled them down, revealing her most intimate secret. Between her legs, where most women had soft, welcoming folds, there was a cock. A 9-inch monster that stood proudly erect, glistening with pre-cum. “Surprise,” she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Fran’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “M-Mandy,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “What… what is this?”

Mandy chuckled, stroking her cock with a possessive hand. “It’s what makes me special, Fran,” she said, her voice smug. “And tonight, it’s all yours.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s cheek. “Are you ready to see what a real woman can do?”

Fran’s mind was racing, her body torn between fear and a newfound curiosity. “I… I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice trembling.

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “Don’t worry,” she purred, her hand sliding back up to cup Fran’s cheek. “You’ll love it. And who knows, maybe you’ll get a taste of your own medicine.” She leaned in for another kiss, her tongue probing Fran’s mouth with an urgency that seemed to demand an answer.

And as Fran’s body responded, kissing her back with a passion she didn’t know she had, she realized that she was ready to experience whatever twisted delights Mandy had in store for her. The thought of that cock inside her, claiming her in ways she’d never imagined, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She moaned into the kiss, her body betraying her once again as she felt her pussy begin to throb with need.

Mandy pulled away, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Good,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise. “Because I’m going to show you just how much of a slut you really are.” She stood up, her cock swaying before her like a weapon. “Now, let’s go to my place. I have a feeling we’re going to have a very… educational weekend.”

Mandy’s eyes never left the road as she navigated the car through the city streets, the leather interior enveloping them in a cocoon of darkness and desire. The engine’s purr seemed to resonate with the throbbing of her cock, which stood tall and proud in the confines of her tight leather pants. Fran, still reeling from the revelation, could feel the heat radiating from Mandy’s cock as it lay against her thigh, a silent but insistent reminder of what was to come.

“I want you to play with it,” Mandy said, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Fran’s spine. “Get used to the feeling of a real woman’s cock in your hands.”

Fran’s heart raced as she tentatively reached out, her fingertips grazing the velvety length. It was hot, pulsing with life, and it made her own pussy clench with want. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, her grip tentative at first, but growing firmer with each beat of her racing heart. The feel of Mandy’s cock in her hand was foreign, yet oddly familiar.

“That’s it,” Mandy encouraged, her voice strained with restrained lust. “Stroke it for me.”

Fran did as she was told, her hand moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm that made Mandy’s breath hitch. The leather of Mandy’s pants was slick with pre-cum, and Fran couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way her hand slid over the silky skin. She felt Mandy’s muscles tense, her own arousal growing with each stroke.

“Faster,” Mandy ordered, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I want to feel you want it.”

Fran obeyed, her hand moving with increasing urgency. The car’s vibrations seemed to resonate through the cock, making it pulse even more insistently against her palm. She could feel Mandy’s thighs tensing, the muscles rippling beneath her touch as she brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” Mandy warned, her voice tight with need. “And when I do, I want you to swallow every drop.”

The words sent a bolt of excitement through Fran, and she stroked faster, eager to taste Mandy’s pleasure. The tension in the car grew thick, the air charged with the scent of sex and the promise of submission.

Mandy’s body jerked, her cock spurting hot, thick cum that spattered against the car’s dashboard and onto Fran’s hand. She groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving the road. “Now, clean me up.”

Fran brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes locked on Mandy’s as she licked the sticky fluid from her fingers. It tasted musky, a little salty, but it was intoxicating in a way she never thought possible. She swallowed, the warmth of Mandy’s cum sliding down her throat, and felt a strange sense of power wash over her.

The car pulled up to a large, gothic mansion, the wrought iron gates swinging open to reveal a long, winding driveway. The headlights illuminated the path ahead, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation of the depravities that awaited them inside.

“Welcome to my home, Fran,” Mandy said, her voice a seductive purr. “Your new home, where you’ll learn what it truly means to serve.”

Mandy led Fran through the opulent mansion, the click of her high heels echoing through the halls as they ascended the grand staircase. The walls were lined with paintings that seemed to watch them with hungry eyes, their lush figures entwined in scenes of debauchery. “This place is… it’s like a dream,” Fran murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and fear.

“It’s not a dream,” Mandy said with a wink, her hand trailing along the banister. “It’s your new reality.”

They reached a set of heavy double doors, and Mandy pushed them open to reveal a chamber that looked like it belonged in a dark fairy tale. The room was draped in red velvet, the light from the flickering candles casting a warm, sensual glow over the four-poster bed with restraints attached to each corner. “This,” Mandy announced with a flourish, “is where you’ll sleep.”

Fran’s eyes widened, her heart racing as she took in the sight. “But… but I can’t sleep here,” she protested, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “Oh, you’ll do more than just sleep here, my pet,” she said, her hand caressing the soft leather cuffs attached to the bed. “This is where I’ll train you, where you’ll learn to crave the touch of your mistress.”

The room was filled with an array of toys and instruments that made Fran’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. There were whips, paddles, and chains hanging from the walls, each one a silent promise of the torments and pleasures she would endure. The bed was adorned with silk sheets and pillows that looked plush enough to swallow her whole. “It’s… it’s beautiful,” she admitted, her voice shaking with anticipation.

Mandy stepped closer, her hand sliding up Fran’s arm to gently cup her cheek. “You’ll find that serving me can be quite… fulfilling,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of Fran’s jaw. “And when you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Fran saw a flicker of something other than cruelty in Mandy’s gaze. It was a promise, a hint of what could be if she gave herself over completely. And as she took a deep breath, she made her decision. “Okay,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your… your slut.”

Mandy’s smile grew, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “That’s what I thought,” she purred, her hand sliding down to trace the curve of Fran’s waist. “Now, let’s get you ready for your first lesson.”

With a firm grip, Mandy guided Fran to the bed, her eyes never leaving hers. The red-haired beauty felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she was pushed down onto the soft mattress, her wrists secured to the velvety restraints. The leather was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between her thighs.

Mandy straddled her, her cock pressing against Fran’s stomach. “Open your mouth,” she demanded, her voice low and sultry.

Fran complied, her eyes locked on Mandy’s as the cock slid between her lips. It tasted faintly of salt and leather, and she could feel the pulse of Mandy’s desire as she took it into her mouth. The brunette’s eyes rolled back in her head with a moan, her hips rocking gently as Fran began to suck.

“That’s it,” Mandy cooed, her hand tangling in Fran’s hair. “Take it all.”

Their bodies moved together in a dance of power and submission, Mandy’s cock sliding in and out of Fran’s eager mouth as she learned the art of pleasing her new mistress. Each moan, each thrust, brought her closer to the edge of a world she never knew existed, a world where pain and pleasure danced in perfect harmony.

As Mandy’s hips bucked and her breath grew ragged, she leaned down to whisper into Fran’s ear, “You’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?” Fran nodded, her eyes watering around the thick girth of Mandy’s cock. “Good girl,” Mandy moaned, her grip on Fran’s hair tightening. “You’re going to make me cum so hard.” Fran bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowing as she took in more and more of the rigid shaft.

Mandy’s thighs tensed, and with a guttural growl, she pulled back slightly, her cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum shot into Fran’s mouth. “Swallow,” she ordered, her voice strained with pleasure.

Obediently, Fran closed her throat around the spurts, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s as she swallowed the salty essence of her new mistress. Each pulse brought a new wave of warmth, a new taste of submission that seemed to melt into her very soul. Mandy watched her with a smug satisfaction, her chest heaving as she reveled in the power she held over the trembling beauty beneath her.

The moment hung in the air, a silent declaration of victory and surrender, before Mandy leaned back, her cock slipping from Fran’s lips with a wet pop. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost tender. “You’re going to be so much fun to train.”

Fran lay there, panting and bound, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never felt so used, so owned, and yet, there was a thrill in it that she couldn’t deny. The room was still, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace as they stared at each other, the unspoken promise of what was to come hanging in the air like the sweet scent of Mandy’s release.

“Now,” Mandy said, her voice a velvety command, “it’s time for your first real lesson.” With that, she reached for one of the silk scarves from the bedside table, and the world of pain and pleasure that was their new reality unfolded before them, one tie at a time.

Mandy’s eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as she picked up a scarlet silk scarf, the color of fresh blood. “Now, let’s see how much of a tease you can handle,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Fran’s spine. With a deft flick of her wrist, she wrapped the scarf around Fran’s right wrist, securing it tightly to the bedpost. “You’re going to beg for it,” she continued, her gaze raking over Fran’s bound body. “You’re going to beg for me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” She moved to the other side, looping the scarf around the post and then Fran’s wrist, her movements deliberate and precise. “But I won’t give it to you,” she said, her voice dropping to a purr. “Not until you’re begging for it. Not until you’re so desperate you can’t think of anything else.”

Fran’s breath hitched as she felt the fabric tighten around her skin, the restraint sending a thrill through her body that she hadn’t expected. “Mandy,” she whispered, her voice shaky with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Mandy leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s neck. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Just feel the ropes, the way they bite into your skin. Think about how much I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm.” Her hand slid down Fran’s body, pausing to tweak a nipple, the sensation making her arch into the touch. “But don’t get too comfortable,” she added with a wicked smile. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Her hand traveled further, sliding over the curve of Fran’s waist and down to the juncture of her thighs. She parted them, exposing the slick, swollen folds of her pussy. “This,” she said, her voice filled with awe, “is what I own now.” Her thumb traced the slit, the lightest of touches that had Fran’s hips bucking upwards. “And I’m going to enjoy every inch of it.”

“Please,” Fran moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

Mandy’s smile grew, her eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” she said, her voice a low growl. “First, I want to hear you beg.” She leaned in, her mouth hovering just above Fran’s clit. “Beg me to make you cum,” she breathed against her sensitive flesh.

Fran’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing against the restraint. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Mandy. I need it.”

Mandy’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “That’s what I want to hear,” she purred, her breath ghosting over Fran’s clit. “Now, let’s see how much you can really take.” And with that, she began her relentless assault, her tongue and fingers teasing and tormenting, pushing Fran to the brink of pleasure over and over again, only to pull back at the last second, leaving her gasping and desperate for more.

“You’re so close, Fran,” Mandy taunted, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she watched Fran’s body twist and arch in sweet agony. “But not yet,” she whispered, her thumb grazing the sensitive nub of Fran’s clit before retreating again. “I want to hear you scream my name.” Fran’s breath hitched, her eyes squeezed shut as she panted through gritted teeth. “Beg for it,” Mandy coaxed, her voice a seductive whisper. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Mandy, please,” Fran’s voice was a desperate wail, her hips bucking against the unforgiving restraint of the scarf. “I’m going to go insane if you don’t let me cum.”

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “Insane with desire?” she mused, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of Fran’s arousal. “That’s exactly where I want you.” Her fingers danced around Fran’s swollen clit, never quite touching, driving her new pet wild. “Beg for it,” she murmured, her breath hot against Fran’s skin. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Mandy, please, please, I’ll do anything,” Fran’s voice broke, her body trembling with need. “Just… make me cum.”

Mandy’s eyes narrowed, her gaze burning with intensity. “That’s it,” she purred. “Beg for it like the good little slut you are.”

“I’m your slut,” Fran moaned, her voice thick with lust. “I’ll do anything, Mandy. Anything. Just make me cum.”

The brunette’s hand stilled for a moment, savoring the power she held over the bound beauty. Then, with a cruel smirk, she leaned in, her mouth closing over Fran’s clit in a fierce kiss. The redhead’s back arched, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as Mandy’s tongue swirled and flicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Fran’s body shook, her toes curling as she felt the orgasm build, the tension coiling tight in her belly.

“Cum for me,” Mandy growled, her mouth never leaving its sweet torment. “Cum all over my face, my pretty little pet.”

The dam broke, and Fran’s body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. She bucked and screamed, her pussy pulsing around Mandy’s relentless tongue as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Mandy’s eyes remained locked on hers, the triumph in her gaze making the orgasm even more intense.

As Fran’s tremors subsided, Mandy sat back, licking her lips with satisfaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a gentle caress in the aftermath of the storm. “Now, let’s see what other tricks I can teach you.” The scarlet scarf remained tight, a crimson symbol of the bond that had been forged between them. The night was young, and the lessons had only just begun.

Mandy straddled Fran, her cock now fully erect and slick with the essence of her earlier orgasm. “Look at me,” she ordered, her voice a velvety command. Fran’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting the fiery passion in Mandy’s gaze. “I want to watch your tits bounce while I fuck you,” she continued, her hand moving to trace the fullness of one breast. “Beg me to let you go, so you can feel every inch of me.”

Fran’s breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “P-please, Mandy,” she stuttered, her voice thick with need. “Let me… let me feel it.”

Mandy smirked, the tip of her cock nudging against Fran’s wet pussy. “Beg,” she whispered, her voice a dark siren’s call. “Beg me to fill you up.”

“Mandy, please,” Fran moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, desperate for the contact. “Please, fuck me.”

With a low chuckle, Mandy leaned back, her hand releasing the scarf that bound Fran’s wrist. “As you wish,” she said, her eyes never leaving Fran’s as she lined up her cock with the trembling opening. “But remember, this is just the beginning.”

As she pushed inside, Fran’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed. “Yesss,” she hissed, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being so completely filled by her former rival sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice a keening cry.

Mandy obliged, her hips pistoning into Fran’s wetness with an animalistic fervor. “Look at your tits,” she grunted, her eyes locked on the bouncing mounds. “So perfect, so… tempting.”

Fran couldn’t help but obey, her gaze dropping to watch as her breasts swayed and jiggled with every plunge of Mandy’s cock. The sight was obscene, erotic, and utterly mesmerizing. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure and submission. “They’re for you, Mandy. Only for you.”

Mandy’s pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the chamber as she claimed her new toy. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice a sultry purr. “You’re mine now. Every part of you.”

And as Fran’s body shuddered with the beginnings of another climax, she knew it was true. She was Mandy’s slut, her body a playground for the brunette’s dark desires. And she couldn’t wait to see what other twisted games they would play together in the nights to come.

“Will you stay with me, Fran?” Mandy’s question hung in the air, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate deep within Fran’s soul. The room was still, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and their ragged breaths. Mandy’s cock was still buried deep inside her, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Fran felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her heart racing as she considered the implications of Mandy’s proposal. “You’re mine now,” Mandy continued, her eyes searching Fran’s for any hint of resistance. “But I need to know if you truly want this, if you want to be my slut, to serve me and only me.”

Fran’s eyes searched Mandy’s, the fierce hunger in the brunette’s gaze making her pussy clench around the invading cock. “Y-yes,” she finally whispered, the word a trembling surrender. “I’ll stay. I’ll be your slut.”

Mandy’s smile grew, a wicked glint in her eye as she leaned down to kiss Fran’s swollen lips. “Good girl,” she murmured against her mouth. “Now, let’s make it official.” She pulled out, the sound of their bodies parting filling the air with a wet pop. “Get on your knees,” she ordered, her voice firm and unyielding.

Fran complied, her legs shaking as she positioned herself before Mandy. The brunette’s cock was still hard, glistening with their combined juices, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as she stared up at her new mistress.

“Now,” Mandy said, her hand reaching out to cup Fran’s cheek, “repeat after me. ‘I am Mandy’s slut. I exist to serve her desires, to be her plaything, her fucktoy. I am nothing without her command.’”

Tears of submission welled in Fran’s eyes as she repeated the words, her voice shaky with emotion. “I am Mandy’s slut,” she whispered, her voice growing stronger with each repetition. “I exist to serve her desires, to be her plaything, her fucktoy. I am nothing without her command.”

The words seemed to resonate through her very being, a declaration of the new reality that had been forged between them. Mandy’s grip tightened, her thumb tracing the line of Fran’s jaw. “And do you agree to this?” she asked, her eyes boring into Fran’s.

“Yes,” Fran breathed, her voice a whisper of pure need. “I agree.”

With a final, possessive kiss, Mandy stepped back, her cock bobbing before her. “Then you shall serve me well,” she said, her voice filled with a dark promise. “And in return, I shall give you the one thing you crave more than anything.”

“What’s that?” Fran asked, her eyes wide and eager.

Mandy smirked. “The freedom to be the slut you truly are,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Now, let’s begin your training in earnest.”

The scarlet scarf was once again wrapped around Fran’s eyes, the silken fabric a symbol of her blind obedience. The world grew dark, and she knew that she was about to embark on a journey that would strip her of every inhibition, every last vestige of her former self. And as the first touch of Mandy’s hand sent shivers down her spine, she realized that she had never been more alive, more alive than in this moment of complete and utter submission.

“Open your mouth,” Mandy whispered, her voice a dark promise in the stillness of the room. Fran obeyed, her breath hitching as she felt the warm, velvety tip of Mandy’s cock nudge against her lips. “Good girl,” Mandy cooed, her hand gently cupping the back of Fran’s head. “Now, I want you to suck me like you’ve never sucked anyone before.”

Fran’s heart raced as she parted her lips, the salty taste of Mandy’s arousal filling her mouth. She took the cock in, feeling it slide over her tongue and down her throat, her eyes watering from the effort of taking in its full length. Mandy’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with a gentle, yet firm, rhythm. “That’s it,” she murmured, her hips rolling in time with Fran’s bobbing head. “Show me how much you want to be my slut.”

The words sent a thrill through Fran’s body, and she redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to take more of Mandy’s cock. The brunette’s grip tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of Fran’s scalp, setting off a cascade of sensation that had her pussy clenching with need. “Mmm,” Mandy hummed with approval. “You’re a natural, Fran. Who knew you had such a talented mouth?”

Fran moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration sending a shiver down Mandy’s spine. “Please,” she whimpered, her eyes watering. “Please, may I… may I cum?”

Mandy chuckled, the sound sending goosebumps racing across Fran’s skin. “Not yet, slut,” she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. “I’m not done with you yet.” She withdrew her cock, leaving Fran gasping and needy. “But don’t worry, your reward will come soon enough.” She stepped away, leaving Fran kneeling on the cold, hard floor, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. “Now, let’s see how well you can take your punishment,” she said, her footsteps echoing through the chamber as she moved to a nearby chest.

The sound of rustling fabric was the only warning Fran had before something soft yet firm was pressed against her mouth. “Suck,” Mandy ordered, her voice filled with excitement. “Suck on this until I tell you to stop.”

Fran complied, her mouth wrapping around the object without question. It was a leather riding crop, the handle smooth and cool against her lips. She took it in, her tongue flicking against the leather as she sucked eagerly, her mind racing with the thought of what was to come. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the ache in her pussy growing with each passing moment.

“Very good,” Mandy praised, her voice thick with lust. “Now, let’s see if you can handle a little pain with that pleasure.” She brought the crop down across Fran’s bare ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room. Fran’s body jolted, the sting of the impact making her pussy throb with need.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice muffled by the leather in her mouth. “More, Mandy. More.”

The brunette’s laugh was like music to her ears, a symphony of dark delights that promised untold pleasure and pain. “As you wish,” Mandy said, the crop striking again and again, painting a fiery pattern across her tender flesh. With each blow, Fran felt the pressure building, the need for release growing more and more intense.

“Mandy, please,” she begged, her voice muffled by the crop. “I need to cum.”

Mandy’s only response was to deliver another sharp crack, the pain and pleasure blending into an exquisite symphony. “You’ll cum when I say so,” she said, her voice a dark promise. “And not a moment sooner.”

Fran’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body a taut bowstring of desire, ready to snap at any moment. The crop continued to dance across her skin, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, yes,” Fran moaned around the leather handle of the crop, her eyes rolling back in her head as Mandy’s hand came down on her ass once more. The pain was a delicious crescendo, each smack pushing her closer to the brink of an explosive climax. “Harder,” she begged, her voice a needy whine. “I need it harder.”

Mandy chuckled, her strokes growing more forceful. “You love it, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice a seductive purr. “My little slut, begging for more.”

Fran nodded, the scarf still tightly wound around her eyes. “Yesss,” she hissed, the word a declaration of her newfound love for the agony and ecstasy that her rival-turned-mistress brought her. “I love it. I love being your slut.”

Mandy’s hand stilled, the crop hovering in the air. “Prove it,” she said, her tone a challenge. “Show me how much you love it.”

Without hesitation, Fran spread her legs wider, offering herself up for more punishment. “Use me,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Make me scream for you.”

The brunette’s smile was a thing of beauty, a twisted dance of pleasure and power. “As you wish,” she murmured, her hand coming down with renewed vigor. The sound of leather meeting flesh filled the room, each impact sending a bolt of electricity straight to Fran’s clit. She bucked and moaned, her pussy slick with need, desperately trying to clench around the emptiness.

“Mandy, Mandy,” she chanted, her voice a litany of need. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum for you.”

The crop fell once more, the pain a sweet release, and with a final, guttural scream, Fran’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a wild storm. Her pussy clamped down on nothing, the frustration and pleasure melding into a symphony of sensation that had her trembling and gasping for air.

Mandy leaned down, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice a gentle caress. “Now, tell me, who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you,” Fran gasped, her body still shaking. “I’m your slut, your whore, your toy to use.”

The crop was removed from her mouth, and Mandy’s lips took its place, kissing her fiercely. “Mine,” she murmured against her mouth, claiming her once more. “Always and forever.”

And as Fran’s body slowly returned to earth, she knew that she had found her place in this twisted world. She was Mandy’s slut, and she had never felt more alive.

Mandy’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she pulled out the collar from the drawer. It was a sleek black leather band, with a silver S glinting in the candlelight, the letters ‘Sub’ and ‘Slut’ etched into the metal, forever intertwined. The collar was a symbol of their new dynamic, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down Fran’s spine. “Look what I have for you,” Mandy said, her voice a seductive purr as she held it up for Fran to see. “It’s got your name on it, so everyone will know who you belong to.”

Fran’s eyes widened as she took in the collar, the reality of her situation sinking in deeper. “M-Mandy,” she stuttered, her voice a tremble of fear and arousal. “What will you do to me?”

Mandy’s smile was predatory as she stepped closer, the collar dangling from her fingers like a promise of dark delights. “Everything you never knew you wanted,” she whispered, her thumb tracing the sensitive skin of Fran’s neck. “And you’ll love every minute of it.” She placed the collar around Fran’s neck, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of their skin. “This is your new life, Fran,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving hers as she fastened the buckle. “You’re mine now.”

Fran felt the leather tighten, the weight of the collar a constant reminder of her new role. She could feel the warmth of Mandy’s breath against her skin, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. “I… I am,” she whispered, her voice a barely audible confession.

Mandy leaned in, her voice a dark whisper. “Say it,” she demanded. “Say it like you mean it.”

Fran took a deep breath, her voice shaking with the weight of her new identity. “I am your slut, Mandy,” she murmured, the words a soft benediction. “I belong to you.”

Mandy’s eyes flashed with triumph as she leaned in to claim Fran’s mouth in a bruising kiss, the collar a tangible symbol of the power exchange that had just occurred. “That’s my good girl,” she breathed against her lips. “Now, let’s see how much you can handle.”

The collar grew warmer, seeming to pulse with every beat of Fran’s racing heart. She could feel Mandy’s cock, still hard and demanding, pressing against her thigh, and she knew that the true test of her submission was only just beginning.

Mandy’s hand trailed down to the collar around Fran’s neck, her thumb brushing against the cool metal. “Remember, Fran,” she said, her voice low and commanding, “in public, we’re just girlfriends. If anyone asks about this,” she tapped the collar, “just tell them it’s a private joke between us.”

Fran nodded, the reality of her situation setting in as she felt the weight of the collar against her throat. “Girlfriends,” she murmured, the word feeling foreign on her lips.

Mandy’s smile grew wider, her eyes dark with desire. “That’s right,” she purred, her hand sliding lower to cup Fran’s pussy, making her gasp. “And if you’re a good slut, I might even let you cum in public.” Her thumb began to circle Fran’s clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. “But only if you’re very, very obedient.”

The room grew hotter, the anticipation thick in the air as Fran leaned into Mandy’s touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’ll be good,” she promised, her voice a needy whisper. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Mandy leaned down, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Prove it,” she murmured, her teeth grazing the soft lobe. “Call me your mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Fran gasped, the word a declaration of her submission.

Mandy’s eyes gleamed with victory as she leaned in for another kiss, her hand working its magic between Fran’s legs. “Good girl,” she murmured, her tongue dancing with Fran’s. “Now, let’s go show the world who you truly belong to.”

Mandy led Fran through the crowded city streets, her hand firmly gripping the leash attached to the collar around the redhead’s neck. “Look around,” she whispered, her voice a dark thrill against Fran’s ear. “See how all these people look at us, and they don’t even know what a good little slut you are.” Fran’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal as she felt the eyes of passersby on her, the leather collar a silent declaration of her newfound status.

They stopped at a secluded corner, Mandy’s hand slipping under her skirt to tease her pussy. “I want to hear you scream, Fran,” she breathed, her thumb circling the swollen nub. “But not here. We’ll go somewhere more… private.” The promise of release was agonizing, but Fran nodded, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s as they continued to walk.

Finally, they arrived at an opulent townhouse, the door opening to reveal a dimly lit hallway. “Welcome to our playground,” Mandy said, her voice a seductive purr. “Where every desire is allowed and every boundary is crossed.”

Once inside, Mandy led Fran to a plush velvet couch, pushing her down onto it. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, and Fran obeyed, her thighs trembling with anticipation. Mandy knelt before her, her eyes feasting on the wetness glistening between Fran’s thighs. “Look how eager you are,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

The first touch of Mandy’s mouth on her pussy had Fran arching her back, a strangled cry escaping her throat. The brunette’s tongue was a masterful instrument, lapping at her clit and dipping into her folds with an expertise that left Fran’s mind reeling. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“That’s it, baby,” Mandy murmured, her voice muffled by the flesh she was devouring. “Cum for me.” She sucked harder, her teeth grazing the sensitive nub, and Fran felt the coil of pleasure tighten within her. “Mistress,” she whimpered, the word a plea.

Mandy’s eyes glinted up at her, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Cum for me,” she said again, her voice a command that resonated through Fran’s very core. And with a shuddering moan, Fran did just that, her body spasming as an intense orgasm crashed over her, her juices coating Mandy’s face.

But Mandy wasn’t satisfied. She stood up, her cock still rock-hard, and straddled Fran’s face, pressing it against her wet cunt. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, her voice a dark promise. “Make me cum until I can’t take it anymore.”

And so it began, a marathon of pleasure and pain, as Mandy used Fran’s mouth, her pussy, her entire being, to reach climax after climax. Each orgasm brought a new level of intimacy, a deeper connection that bound them together in a dance of dominance and submission. Over the next two days, Mandy pushed Fran’s boundaries, making her cum more times than she could count, each release a declaration of her complete and utter surrender.

Through it all, the collar remained a constant, a stark reminder of who and what she was now. And as Mandy’s fingers, tongue, and cock brought her to new heights of pleasure, Fran found herself craving the very thing she had once feared: the feeling of being utterly and completely owned. She had become the slut she never knew she could be, and she reveled in it, her body a canvas for Mandy’s twisted desires.

Their moans and gasps filled the townhouse, a symphony of lust that echoed through the walls. And as the days passed, Fran discovered that she didn’t just want to be Mandy’s slut—she needed it. The thought of serving her mistress in every conceivable way had become an all-consuming obsession, one that made her pussy ache with a hunger that could only be satiated by Mandy’s touch.

As the weekend drew to a close, Mandy lay beside Fran on the bed, her hand idly stroking the redhead’s collar. “You know, Fran,” she said, her voice a soft purr, “you really should let your friends and family know you’re safe.” Fran looked up at her, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “They must be worried sick,” Mandy continued, her fingers tracing the curve of Fran’s cheek. “But if you don’t want to go home just yet,” she whispered, leaning in closer, “you can always move in with me.”

The offer hung in the air, heavy with implication. Fran’s heart raced at the thought of being Mandy’s permanent plaything, living in this world of pleasure and pain. “Really?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mandy’s smile was warm, but the hunger in her eyes never wavered. “Yes, really,” she said, her thumb brushing against Fran’s plump bottom lip. “We can explore so much more together. You can be my little slut full-time.”

Fran felt a thrill at the words, the collar around her neck seeming to tighten with excitement. “I’d like that,” she murmured, her voice filled with a need she had never known before. “I’d like to move in with you.”

Mandy’s grin grew wicked. “Good girl,” she said, her hand sliding down to cup Fran’s breast. “But remember, this isn’t a fairytale. You’re mine to use and abuse, to love and to fuck.” She squeezed, her nails digging into the soft flesh, and Fran’s pussy grew wet at the promise. “And if you ever want out, just say the word.”

“But I don’t,” Fran replied, her voice filled with a strange mix of desperation and longing. “I want to stay.”

Mandy leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Then you’ll stay,” she murmured. “But first, let’s show everyone what a good slut you are.” She grabbed Fran’s phone, her hand shaking with excitement. “Call them. Tell them you’re with me, and you’re safe.”

Fran took the phone, her heart racing. She dialed her best friend’s number, her voice trembling as it connected. “H-hello?” she said, her voice small and unsure.

“Fran?” her friend’s voice was a mix of relief and anger. “Where the fuck have you been? We’ve been worried sick!”

“I-I’m with Mandy,” Fran replied, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s intense gaze. “I’m okay. I just… I needed some time.”

“What the hell happened?” her friend demanded.

“I’ll tell you everything,” Fran promised, her voice growing stronger. “But not now.” She paused, took a deep breath. “I’m going to stay with her for a while. I’ll be safe, I promise.”

Mandy took the phone from her hand, her eyes gleaming. “Hello,” she purred. “Yes, she’s with me. She’s fine. Just a little… overwhelmed.” She winked at Fran, her hand sliding between her legs to tease her clit. “But she’ll be back to her usual self soon enough. Don’t worry about her. She’s in good hands.” With a wink, she ended the call, tossing the phone aside.

“Now,” she said, her voice a dark command, “it’s time for you to prove it.” Her hand moved to her own pants, unzipping them to reveal her hard cock. “Get to work, slut.”

And with that, Fran eagerly took Mandy’s cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving hers, as she swallowed down her fear and embraced her new life as Mandy’s devoted sex slave.

As Fran’s mouth worked Mandy’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm, the brunette leaned back on the couch, her eyes closing in bliss. “Mm, that’s it, baby,” she murmured, her hand tangling in the redhead’s hair. “You’re such a good little slut.” She took a deep breath, savoring the sensation before opening her eyes to meet Fran’s gaze. “Now, remember, tomorrow we’re going to grab all your things from your place.” Her voice was firm, the excitement of the upcoming adventure clear in her tone. “But tonight,” she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Fran’s cheek, “tonight is all about us. About me claiming you, completely and utterly.” Mandy’s hand tightened in Fran’s hair, guiding her movements faster. “And tomorrow, you’ll come back with me, as my pet, my property.” Fran’s eyes widened at the words, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took Mandy deeper, her throat working around the shaft as she moaned, the mix of fear and arousal only adding to the heady rush of pleasure. “Mm, yes,” Mandy whispered, her hips bucking. “You’re going to love it, Fran. Every second of it.”

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, Mandy’s moans and Fran’s eager suckling, as the reality of her new life began to truly sink in. With every stroke of Mandy’s cock, she could feel herself becoming more and more addicted to this twisted dynamic. And when Mandy finally came, filling her mouth with hot cum, Fran swallowed it down greedily, her eyes never leaving hers.

“Good girl,” Mandy praised, her voice a low rumble of satisfaction. “Now, let’s get you ready for the night.” She helped Fran to her feet, the leather collar still around her neck, a reminder of the power exchange that had just taken place. “We have a lot of fun planned for tonight, and I want you looking perfect.”

Fran nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Whatever you say, Mistress,” she murmured, her voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose.

Mandy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s my slut,” she said, her hand sliding down to squeeze Fran’s ass. “Now, let’s get dressed. We have a city to conquer.”

And with that, the two of them disappeared into the shadows of the night, the collar a silent declaration of the dark and erotic journey they were about to embark on.

The tension was palpable as Mandy led Fran through the crowded streets, her hand firmly gripping the leash attached to the collar around her neck. “Remember, Fran,” Mandy whispered, her voice a dark caress, “you’re mine now. Everyone will see you as my property.” Fran’s pulse raced at the thought, her body already responding to the promise of more pleasure and pain.

When they finally reached Mandy’s place, Fran could feel the weight of the collar like a brand, marking her as the brunette’s possession. Inside the townhouse, Mandy took charge, her eyes gleaming as she surveyed the trembling redhead. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered, and Fran complied, eager to please her new mistress.

Mandy’s gaze raked over her body, lingering on her firm, round breasts and the neatly trimmed bush above her swollen pussy. “You’re going to look so beautiful,” she murmured, “when I’m done with you.” She grabbed a duffel bag, tossing it at Fran’s feet. “Pack your essentials. Clothes, toiletries, anything you think you might need. But remember,” she added with a wicked smile, “you won’t be needing much here.”

Fran nodded, her cheeks flushing as she began to pack. The bag was soon filled with her most intimate items, a stark reminder of the life she was leaving behind. Mandy watched her, stroking her cock through her pants, the anticipation of their night together growing. “Hurry up,” she urged, her voice a seductive purr. “I can’t wait to see what else I can make you do.”

The air grew thick with lust as Fran worked, the thrill of submission pulsing through her veins. “Yes, Mistress,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s.

With a final, approving nod, Mandy zipped up the bag. “Good girl,” she said, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Now, let’s go get you some proper attire. Something that screams ‘slut’ without saying a word.” She took Fran’s hand, leading her out into the night and towards a future of endless sexual adventure.

As they approached a dimly lit shop with a sign that read “Exotic Appeals,” Mandy couldn’t contain her excitement. “You know why I bought you for $50,000, don’t you, Fran?” she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Fran’s heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. “T-to…to use me,” she stammered, her eyes darting to the collar around her neck.

Mandy chuckled, her grip on the leash tightening. “More than that,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “I’ve wanted you for years, watching you from afar, imagining all the things I’d do to your gorgeous body.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Every time you walked past me in the hall, every time I saw you with those prestigious jocks, I knew you were mine for the taking.” She paused, her hand sliding down to cup Fran’s pussy through her damp panties. “And now you are.”

The shop’s bell chimed as they entered, and a smarmy man looked up from the counter. “Ah, Miss Moore,” he said, his eyes raking over Fran’s exposed body. “Your usual?”

Mandy nodded, her hand slipping into the pocket of her trousers to produce a thick wad of cash. “And something special for my new… acquisition,” she said, her gaze never leaving Fran.

The man’s eyes widened with greed as he took the money, leading them to a back room filled with an assortment of lingerie, leather, and toys that made Fran’s stomach clench. “Choose whatever you want,” Mandy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “After all, I want you to look stunning when I show you off to everyone.”

Fran’s eyes grew wide as she took in the racks of clothes, each more revealing and scandalous than the last. “But I’ve never…” she began, her voice trailing off.

Mandy’s smile was cold. “You will,” she said, her voice a promise. “You’ll wear whatever I tell you to, and you’ll love it. Because you’re my little slut now, and your sole purpose is to satisfy me.” She picked out a scandalously short leather skirt and a sheer, lace top that barely covered Fran’s nipples. “These will do nicely,” she said, tossing them to Fran. “Now, get dressed. We have a party to attend, and I want everyone to see what I’ve bought.”

The collar felt heavier than ever as Fran slipped into the outfit, the leather biting into her skin and the fabric barely concealing her nakedness. “You’re going to be the center of attention,” Mandy murmured, her voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love it.”

With trembling hands, Fran zipped up the skirt and pulled the top over her head, the material clinging to her curves like a second skin. “I… I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

Mandy stepped closer, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Believe it,” she said, her voice soft. “Because you’re mine now, Fran. And I plan on making you feel things you never thought possible.” She leaned in, her mouth claiming Fran’s in a deep, possessive kiss, her tongue delving into her mouth and tasting her fear. “You’re going to be the best slut I’ve ever had,” she murmured against her lips. “And I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it.”

The night air was electric with anticipation as Mandy and Fran exited the townhouse, the leather skirt barely concealing the redhead’s shaved pussy and the lace top leaving little to the imagination. Mandy’s hand rested firmly on the collar around Fran’s neck, a constant reminder of her newfound servitude. They arrived at an elegant mansion, the grand entrance flanked by stone lions and illuminated by flickering torches. The party inside was a cacophony of debauched laughter and hushed whispers, a masquerade of the most depraved kind. Mandy led Fran through the throngs of guests, each one casting a greedy glance at the stunning new addition to their mistress’s collection. The room was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors from the masks worn by the attendees, their true identities hidden behind feathers and lace. The scent of sex and desire permeated the air, thick and intoxicating, making Fran’s pussy throb with need.

Mandy introduced her to a sea of masked faces, each one eager to touch and claim her, their hands roaming her body with an entitlement that sent shivers down her spine. The leather skirt was hiked up, exposing her ass to the lustful gazes, and her breasts were fondled and pinched without hesitation. Yet, amidst the chaos, Fran found a strange comfort in her role as the evening’s entertainment. With each degrading act, she felt her inhibitions slip away, replaced by an insatiable hunger for more.

The main event of the evening was a masquerade ball, where the rich and powerful competed in erotic games for the pleasure of the host. Mandy led Fran to the center of the ballroom, a stage bathed in candlelight and adorned with velvet cushions. “Tonight, my pet,” she whispered in her ear, “you’re going to perform for everyone. Show them just how much of a slut you really are.”

Fran’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as she took in the crowd, their masks hiding their true identities but not the lust in their eyes. “Y-yes, Mistress,” she murmured, her voice a shaky echo of her former self.

Mandy’s hand slid down her back, caressing her bare skin before coming to rest on the zipper of the skirt. “Good,” she purred, her voice a dark promise. “Now, get on your knees and make me proud.”

The skirt fell away, leaving Fran in nothing but the sheer top and a pair of high-heeled boots that made her legs look endless. The room grew silent as Mandy unbuckled her own pants, her cock springing free. “Suck me,” she ordered, and Fran eagerly complied, her lips parting to take Mandy’s length into her mouth. The crowd watched, their breaths bated, as Fran’s head bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s.

The sound of Mandy’s zipper echoed through the hushed ballroom, and Fran’s heart raced as she dropped to her knees. The leather of the collar was a stark contrast against her porcelain skin, and the leash grew taut as she leaned in, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s.

The brunette’s cock was hard and demanding, a symbol of the power she now wielded over her. “Remember, slut,” Mandy murmured, “you’re here to please. Make me come, and you’ll be rewarded. Disappoint me, and you’ll regret it.” With those words, Fran took Mandy’s length in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking the entire shaft. The crowd of masked onlookers grew restless, their own desires mirrored in their heavy breathing and shifting stances.

Hands reached out, stroking her exposed ass and thighs, adding to the symphony of sensations. Mandy’s grip on the leash tightened as Fran’s cheeks hollowed, her eyes watering with the effort to take her all in. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, the anticipation of the climax a palpable force in the room. And when Mandy finally came, her moan of release was met with a round of applause, Fran’s mouth and face coated in her mistress’s cum.

The leash was yanked back, and Mandy stepped away, leaving Fran kneeling and trembling before the sea of hungry eyes. “Who’s next?” Mandy called out, a wicked smile playing on her lips. The room erupted in a frenzy of raised hands and hushed bids, and Fran knew she was about to become the evening’s main entertainment.

The first to claim her was a mysterious man with piercing blue eyes and a smirk behind his golden mask. His hands were gentle yet firm as he helped her to her feet, his fingers tracing the outline of her collar as he stepped closer.

“My turn,” he whispered, his voice like velvet. He led her to a private chamber, the leather of the leash a constant reminder of her subjugation. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of candles and desire. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh. His touch was like fire, setting her skin alight with want.

He unbuckled the leather skirt, letting it fall to the floor and exposing her glistening pussy to the cool air. He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as his tongue traced the seam of her labia, tasting her arousal. Fran’s breath hitched as he slid two fingers into her wetness, his thumb circling her clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of pleasure.

The man’s eyes gleamed with approval as she grew wetter, her body betraying her with every whimper. His mouth found her clit, sucking and licking with a fervor that sent her spiraling into an orgasm so intense she had to bite her lip to stifle her scream. He stood, his cock thick and hard, and guided her onto the bed, her legs spread wide in invitation. The masked stranger slammed into her, his hips pistoning as he claimed her in a way she had never been taken before.

Each thrust was punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh, the sound echoing in the silent chamber. Her body trembled with each invasion, her pussy clenching around him as she neared the precipice again. And when she came, it was with the roar of a lioness, her body convulsing around his cock as he filled her with his cum. He pulled out, leaving her panting and spent, her legs still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. The masked man leaned over, kissing her softly. “Thank you, Fran,” he murmured before leaving her to be claimed by the next eager participant.

As the mysterious man with the golden mask disappeared into the shadows, a new set of hands claimed her, pulling Fran to the edge of the bed. She felt a shiver of anticipation as she recognized the scent of leather and the roughness of a woman’s touch. A voluptuous figure emerged from the darkness, her raven hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her own mask a seductive blend of black lace and feathers. This new stranger was a stark contrast to Mandy’s earlier cruelty, her touch tender yet insistent as she traced the curve of Fran’s breasts and the swell of her hips.

“Your Mistress has done well,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with hunger. “Now it’s my turn to taste the sweetness she’s unlocked.” Fran moaned as the woman’s mouth closed around one of her nipples, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she suckled with a greed that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

The woman’s hand slid between her thighs, her fingers delving into the slick heat of her pussy, teasing and probing until Fran was a whimpering mess. Her orgasm built like a crescendo, her body arching off the bed as the stranger’s tongue danced over her clit, expertly coaxing it to new heights of sensitivity. When she finally came, it was with a scream that was muffled by a mouthful of the woman’s plump flesh, her teeth biting down as her body was racked with spasms of pleasure.

The woman chuckled, her eyes gleaming with victory as she slid up Fran’s body, her own sex slick with need. She mounted her, her strap-on cock pressing against Fran’s entrance, and with one powerful thrust, she claimed her as her own. Each stroke was a symphony of desire, a dance of domination that had Fran’s eyes rolling back in her head. The woman’s moans grew louder, her pace quickening, until she too found release, her body trembling as she spilled her essence into Fran’s welcoming warmth. With a final, lingering kiss, she withdrew, leaving Fran gasping and trembling, her body a canvas of passion and lust, ready for the next eager participant to take their turn in this never-ending odyssey of depravity.

The next person to claim Fran was a tall, muscular man with a sardonic smile and piercing emerald eyes behind his black velvet mask. He wasted no time in stripping her of the drenched lace top, leaving her breasts bared and heaving with anticipation. His calloused hands caressed her soft skin, tracing the outline of her trembling frame before settling on her full, pink areolae.

He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped, the pain melding with the pleasure still pulsing through her from the previous encounter. His cock, thick and veiny, stood proudly erect, and he positioned himself between her spread legs, the head of his shaft nudging at her slick entrance. With one powerful thrust, he filled her to the brim, the leather of the strap-on still coating her insides with the scent of the woman’s desire.

Fran’s eyes widened with a mix of pain and pleasure as he began to move, his strokes long and deep, each one hitting that sweet spot that had her toes curling and her back arching off the bed. His rhythm was unrelenting, his grip on her hips tight as he pounded into her, his own pleasure reflected in the tension of his muscles and the feral growls that escaped his lips.

The room was a blur of masks and lustful gazes, their eyes on her body as it writhed beneath the man’s powerful onslaught. The smell of sex grew stronger, mixing with the scent of candles and fine wine, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to heighten her senses. As the man reached his peak, his strokes grew erratic, his breaths ragged, and with a final, guttural roar, he emptied himself into her, his cum joining the pool of desire that had been building within her all evening.

He pulled out, and before Fran could even catch her breath, another masked figure stepped forward, eager to take his place, the leather of the strap-on still slick with the remnants of the last encounter. The night was far from over, and she knew that she would be used and pleasured in ways she had never dreamed of, her body a playground for the whims of the wealthy and depraved. Yet, as the next cock slid into her, she found herself welcoming the intrusion, her body craving the attention and the power that came with being the center of their desires.

The guy’s cock was thick and hot, filling her up in a way that made her feel both violated and oddly satisfied. Fran’s eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure and pain swirling together in a heady mix that made her dizzy. His powerful thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing harsh in her ear as he approached climax. And just as she felt his cock swell within her, the door to the chamber creaked open. Mandy’s voice cut through the haze of lust, “Fran, how’s my little slut doing?”

Fran’s eyes snapped open, and she saw the smug grin on Mandy’s face, her rival’s eyes glued to the scene before her. The guy’s rhythm didn’t falter, his eyes never leaving Fran’s as he drove deeper into her. “Good,” she gasped out, her body on the cusp of another orgasm. “So good.”

Mandy sauntered over, her own desire evident in the way her nipples poked through her thin shirt. “Let’s see that pretty mouth of yours in action,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The man pulled out of Fran with a wet pop, and she eagerly turned to Mandy, her lips parted.

The brunette’s hand slid down to her own crotch, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to rub her clit. “Suck him clean,” she ordered, her voice thick with lust. Fran didn’t hesitate, taking his cock into her mouth and tasting the musky combination of his cum and her own juices. She could feel Mandy’s eyes on her, watching her every move with rapt attention.

As Fran worked the man’s cock with her mouth, she felt a new pressure building inside her, a desperate need to please not just the man fucking her, but her new mistress as well. The room was filled with the sounds of wet sucking and Mandy’s soft moans, and it was all she could do to keep from coming again herself.

The guy’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips jerking as he reached his peak once more, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallowed it eagerly, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s. The brunette’s hand slid away from her own pussy, and she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of cum that had escaped Fran’s lips and dripped onto her chin. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise of what was to come. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up for the next round.”

Fran’s body was a map of bruises and sweat, her skin sticky with the remnants of the evening’s activities. Yet, as she was led to a nearby washbasin, she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. “You know,” she panted, glancing up at Mandy with a glint of mischief in her eyes, “I’m actually having a bit of fun.” Mandy raised an eyebrow, a smug grin playing on her lips. “I’m not surprised,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You always did have a knack for this kind of thing.” With gentle yet firm hands, Mandy began to clean Fran’s body, using a warm, soapy cloth to wipe away the evidence of her degradation.

Each stroke was tender yet possessive, a silent declaration of her newfound role. Fran’s skin quivered under the soft touch, her body still humming with the echoes of her recent climaxes. As the water trickled down her back, she felt a strange sense of belonging, her fate intertwined with Mandy’s in this twisted dance of power and submission. “You’re doing well,” Mandy murmured, her eyes lingering on the curve of Fran’s ass, the pink of her cheeks still flushed from the spanking she’d received earlier.

“I knew you’d be perfect for this.” The words were like a caress, a gentle reminder of the control she held. Fran leaned into the touch, her eyes closing in bliss as the warmth of the water and the softness of the cloth soothed her abused flesh. Despite the horror of her situation, she found a perverse joy in pleasing Mandy, in being the object of her twisted desires. As the last of the cum was wiped away, she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Mandy’s.

“What’s next?” she breathed, the question hanging in the air like a seductive whisper. Mandy’s smile grew wicked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, my dear,” she said, “the night is still young, and there are so many more games to play.” With that, she took Fran’s hand, leading her back into the fray of the masquerade ball, ready to see just how much more her new pet could take.

Back in the masquerade ball hall, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. The masked figures had gathered around the velvet-covered stage, their whispers and leers growing more fervent as the whispers of Fran’s “performance” spread like wildfire. Mandy’s grip on her leash tightened as she led Fran back into the fray, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Ready for the main event, slut?” she hissed, her voice a mix of mockery and arousal.

Fran felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her as she looked out at the sea of hungry eyes. “I’m… I’m not sure,” she stuttered, her legs shaking beneath her.

Mandy leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it,” she assured, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “These men are going to worship every inch of you, and you’re going to love it.”

With a dramatic flourish, Mandy removed her own mask, revealing her flushed face and glinting eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced to the eager crowd, “may I present to you, the evening’s star attraction, the one and only, Fran!” The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and catcalls.

The first man to approach was a portly gentleman in a top hat, his mask a simple black affair that did nothing to hide the lecherous glint in his eyes. He stepped onto the stage, his hand reaching out to stroke Fran’s cheek, his thumb brushing against her swollen lower lip. “I’ve got first dibs,” he declared, his voice gruff with desire.

Mandy stepped aside, her smile wide and proud. “Go on,” she urged, a wicked spark in her eye. “Show them what you’re made of.”

The man’s hand slid down to Fran’s chest, his thick fingers teasing her nipples to hard peaks before moving to unbuckle the leather skirt. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, exposing her to the ravenous gazes below. The room grew silent as the man stepped back, his eyes roving over her naked form. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

With trembling legs, Fran stepped forward, her heart racing as she positioned herself in the center of the stage. The man followed, his cock standing tall and proud. She took it in her hand, feeling the weight and heat of it, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. As she sank to her knees, she glanced back at Mandy, who nodded in approval. With a deep breath, she took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as the man’s hands tangled in her hair. The crowd watched, rapt, as she began to suck in earnest, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.

Behind her, she could feel the heat of other bodies closing in, hands reaching out to touch her, to claim her. The man in the top hat groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his shaft. It was a strange and powerful feeling, being the center of so much desire.

As the man grew closer to climax, she felt another cock press against her from behind, the owner’s masked face brushing against her neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

The portly gentleman pulled away, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped aside, and the newcomer took his place, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her still-slick pussy. The room erupted again, this time with more urgent cries and calls for more. Fran felt a strange sense of exhilaration as she was passed from one masked lover to the next, each one more eager than the last to claim their piece of her. It was a whirlwind of sensation, a blur of flesh and fabric, of moans and gasps, of pleasure and pain that melded into something darkly beautiful.

Mandy couldn’t help but watch with a twisted sense of satisfaction as Fran’s body was claimed over and over again by the eager, masked guests. She leaned against the velvet curtains that framed the stage, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took in the scene before her. Each man took his turn, using Fran’s body in a display of unbridled lust that had the room panting for more. The sound of slapping flesh and muffled cries of pleasure filled the air, a symphony that played directly into Mandy’s darkest fantasies. She watched as one particularly aggressive man took Fran from behind, her legs draped over his broad shoulders as he drove into her with an animalistic fervor.

“Look at you,” Mandy whispered, her voice filled with awe. “You’re loving every second of it, aren’t you?”

Fran’s eyes met hers through the sea of masks, her gaze pleading yet filled with a strange allure. “Mandy,” she gasped, her voice strained with each powerful thrust. “Help me.”

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “You don’t need my help,” she purred. “You’re doing just fine.” She stepped closer, her hand trailing over Fran’s arched back, her nails digging into the soft flesh. “You’re a natural, Fran. A slut through and through.”

The men took her words as a cue, their attentions turning to Mandy with a renewed fervor. One by one, they stepped aside, allowing her to replace them, to feel the warmth and wetness of Fran’s cunt that she had so eagerly claimed as her own. As Mandy took her place, she leaned down to whisper into Fran’s ear, “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?”

Fran’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her orgasm. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice thick with need. “I’m going to come for you, Mandy.”

And with that, Mandy plunged into her, her strokes matching the rhythm that had been set before. She watched as Fran’s body tightened around her, the muscles in her stomach clenching, her breasts heaving with each breath. The room grew hazy with the scent of sex, the air thick with the sound of their combined pleasure.

“Look at them,” Mandy murmured, her voice a dark caress. “They’re all watching. They all want you.”

Fran moaned, her eyes flickering open to meet Mandy’s. “But I only want you,” she panted.

Mandy’s smile grew soft, a rare moment of tenderness in the sea of debauchery. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her voice filled with possession. “Always.”

Their bodies moved in unison, their hearts beating in time with the music that played in the background, a haunting melody that seemed to underscore the depraved dance they had become entwined in. As Fran’s climax built, Mandy felt her own desire peak, their bodies intertwined in a display of power and passion that was as intoxicating as it was twisted. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts and their desire, bound by the unspoken contract of master and slave.

When Fran finally came, her scream was a declaration of surrender, her body shaking with the force of her release. Mandy followed closely behind, her own orgasm ripping through her like a storm. The crowd erupted into applause, the sound muffled by the pounding of their own hearts. As they collapsed onto the stage, spent and gasping for air, the reality of their situation hit them like a ton of bricks. They were no longer just schoolgirls with a grudge; they were players in a game of desire that had no clear winner, only the sweet agony of submission and the thrill of the chase.

And as the applause died down, Mandy leaned in to whisper one final truth into Fran’s ear. “You’re mine now, forever.” And with that, she sealed their fate, binding them in a bond that was as unbreakable as the chains that held Fran captive on the stage.

The night’s festivities had come to an end, and as the first light of dawn began to creep through the velvet curtains, Mandy and Fran stumbled into the quiet sanctity of Mandy’s townhouse. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, a constant reminder of the night’s events. Mandy led Fran to her opulent bedchamber, her hand firmly gripping the leash as if afraid she would vanish into the night. They collapsed onto the soft, silk-covered bed, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of exhaustion and spent desire.

Fran lay there, her breaths shallow and quick, the gentle ache between her legs a persistent reminder of her new role. She felt Mandy’s eyes on her, a warm weight that seemed to soothe the jagged edges of her fear. “You were magnificent tonight,” Mandy murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Every man in that room wanted you, but you were all mine.”

Fran rolled over, her eyes searching Mandy’s face for any sign of regret or remorse. Instead, she found only a deep, smoldering passion. “Mandy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions. “What happens now?”

Mandy’s smile grew soft, her eyes never leaving Fran’s. “Now,” she said, her voice low and gentle, “we rest.” She leaned in to kiss her, a tender gesture that held none of the earlier night’s cruelty. “You’re still you, Fran. Just a little… more mine.”

As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies tangled together, Fran couldn’t help but feel a strange comfort in the warmth of Mandy’s embrace. It was a twisted love, born in the throes of power and lust, but it was love nonetheless. When she woke in the morning, the sun was peeking through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She blinked sleepily, only to find Mandy watching her, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“Good morning, my love,” Mandy said, her voice a warm caress. “How does it feel to be owned?”

Fran’s heart skipped a beat, the reality of her situation crashing down on her like a wave. “It’s… it’s a lot,” she admitted, her voice small and unsure.

Mandy’s smile grew sad. “I know,” she said, her thumb brushing against Fran’s cheek. “But I promise you, I’ll take care of you. You’re more than just my slave, Fran. You’re my girlfriend, my confidant, my partner in all of this.”

The words were like a balm to Fran’s bruised soul. “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” she confessed, her eyes brimming with tears.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Mandy assured her, her voice filled with sincerity. “But I do love you, and I want to show you a world of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”

Fran looked into Mandy’s eyes, searching for any hint of deceit. But all she found was a deep, all-consuming love. With a sigh, she leaned into the embrace, her body melting into the brunette’s touch. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll try.”

Mandy’s smile grew, her eyes sparkling with joy. “That’s all I ask,” she murmured, pulling Fran closer. “Now, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a whole new world to explore together.”

And with that, the two young women drifted back into the welcoming arms of slumber, their hearts and bodies bound in a way that neither could fully understand or resist. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, all that mattered was the here and now, and the strange, twisted love that had claimed them both.

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Thus far in our story, our Unnamed Sub has suffered at her Master’s hand, collared a fresh young sub for them to play with, and graduated to (junior) Mistress. This act picks up the same night the new Slave finished her introductory training, after they’ve all gone to bed.

He woke with a stinging, burning sensation on the right side of his chest and reflexively reached for it, his hand stopping with a familiar jangling noise. Startled, his eyes flew open just as another lash fell on his left side, burning just as fiercely as the first.
“Awe, so glad you could join us sleepyhead” said the mistress as she circled his massive cherrywood canopy bed, testing the flail against her free hand menacingly, her perfect body tantalizingly lit by the flickering candlelight, clad only in the lingering marks of his ministrations, her choker, a pair of long gloves and a black leather corset. “After you slept through being chained up we feared you were going to sleep through my little revenge.”
“What are you-” *CRACK* went the crop as it caught him a stinging rebuke on his thigh, making him grit his teeth against a shout of agony.
“Tut tut Master, you should know better than that. You must only speak when spoken to. Understood?”
He hissed against the burning, lingering pain of her brutal assault but nods quickly. “Yes Mistress.”
“Good. After all, you must set a good example for our slave,” she said, calling his attention to the foot of the bed where their new plaything stood meekly wearing little but a translucent frilly apron, the standard choker and the marks of her training across her soft caramel skin, eyes wide behind her black-framed glasses, silky black hair pulled back in a ponytail, holding with trembling gloved hands a tray with the mistress’ tools.
He moaned and writhed against the tightness in his shorts, his imagination getting the better of him as the mistress ran her hands lightly over his marks, fingertips tickling the wounded skin, agony and ecstacy mingling in a potent cocktail. “You see slave? You should be excited when it’s your turn to receive our attentions. Grateful.”
“Yes Mistress”, the new slave whispered meekly, writhing a little awkwardly as she struggles to stand upright, a barely audible buzzing giving some hint to the source of her discomfort.
The mistress continues tracing her fingers down her captured master’s helpless form, then along the shape of his swollen member bulging through his shorts, teasing him wickedly before pulling it free. “My my…you’re quite excited, aren’t you Master?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Perhaps you should be the sub more often?”
He whimpered, knowing there was no answer that wouldn’t get him beaten, and suffered a strike to his errection with barely a moan of protest.
“Like that Slave. You should always reciprocate your Mistress’ work. Be quiet if you want to be rebellious – ” and she struck him again between the legs, making him cry out in agony, “- but you have to make some noise. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Louder!”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Put down the tray,” she demands, crossing to the slave with long strides.
She struggles to comply, barely able to set the tray on the bed before the lash comes hard against her backside, throwing her onto the bed and scattering her mistress’ implements everywhere.
“Now look what you’ve done”
“B-but Mistress, you-” *Crack CRACK!* came the lash, making her cry out and dissolve into pitiable whimpers.
The mistress digs out a pair of handcuffs from the strewn wreckage, manhandling the slave to a bedpost and chaining both wrists around it, forcing her face into the wood. “Lick it!”
Still whimpering, glasses helplessly askew and one perfect breast slipping from her apron, she slowly and passionately licks the polished wood shaft, bucking her hips against it as her Mistress circles the bed, piling pillows under their Master’s head.
“Get a good look, Master” the Mistress coos, climbing onto the bed and massaging his wounded cock roughly, “and tell me if that’s not the best tongue job you’ve ever seen?”
“H-hard to say” he croaked out, voice hoarse with unachievable desire.
“Mm, I bet you’re imagining our little innocent right now on her hands and knees, servicing your cock like she is that unfeeling wood, aren’t you? Seems a waste that she’s spending all that energy on nothing, but she has to exercise that tongue if she’s going to be any good to us. I didn’t say you could stop!” she yells, climbing up on her knees to deliver another blow to the girl’s chest, shredding the sheer apron and spilling her pinking breast into view.
The slave whimpers and redoubles her assault on the post, moaning obediently.
“Better,” says the Mistress, returning to tease her Master some more.

He bites his lip rebelliously against his moans, feeling an amazing climax coming and willing himself not to show her until it’s too late to stop, but all for naught: she pulls her hand away as he begins to throb with the helpless pulse of an impending orgasm, taunting him further with a little kiss on the very head of his cock before crawling sexily away, letting him admire her perfect body but denying him even the slightest touch as she wraps her long legs around the bedpost and the slave’s waist, pulling her close.
“You may stop now, Slave,” she orders, setting down the flail to caress her perfect pert breasts, pulling her closer so that the pole is against her cleavage, licking first her own lips and then the Slave’s, making her whimper with desire. She looks back at her bound Master through her luscious lashes and smirks playfully. “This is for the bit with the shop window,” she taunts before kissing their willing slave passionately, making their Master watch as she plays her hands over the slave’s pert breasts, pinching the nipples roughly, the slave obediently moaning loudly to be heard through the muffling kiss.

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

Chapter 1…As if I hated it…

She was being fucked to the hilt. There were no two ways about it. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. Watching, I felt more uncomfortable than usual. A lot of guys think this is the dream job. They would be wrong. There are lights. It’s hot. People sweat—even I was sweating—and not all people smell good when they sweat.

Then there are body fluids. And gasses. People let those out right along with their semen and vaginal releases. It didn’t matter. They were two pretty people. It wouldn’t matter to the greater audience that would see yet not smell them.

So I stood watching her getting fucked by a guy who probably had been fucking since he could walk, all the while trying to not put my shirt over my nose. They were into it, their minds turned off to the less pleasant aspects of my current life. We were all being paid, so what the hell was I complaining about, right?

“Oh, God!”

Here she goes. I’ve seen her work. She arches her pelvis and slaps back against her vaginal assailant just before she-

“Gail. Lights.”

I reached up and pushed the back of the Kino downward and to the left. The director, Rod Sterling, wanted her face lit, and I was behind. He would get on my ass a little about that later. I didn’t care. He was one of those creatives who always felt the rest of the world didn’t understand them, and it was their job to educate us lesser beings.

It didn’t matter in the end. Art was for those people who couldn’t dig ditches or light sweaty fucking people. No matter what he would say, I did my job well, and he knew it. I slipped occasionally. Three hours sleep will do that to you.

A scream pierced the air, and I knew Candy Lipps had made it home. I kid you not. Candy Lipps. Directed by Rod Sterling, a man who rose up in the ranks from porn star actor to director because his creativity couldn’t be denied. Oh, and the man providing the pistoning was a large Italian stallion named Leon-hardo Dahvi. Really. Personally, I believe he had someone pick that out for him. As much as I don’t like putting people down, Leon wasn’t the sharpest hammer in the drawer, just the longest and thickest.

Hammer-boy, sorry—Leon—looked over at the director for when he should apply the final moments of his sperm’s life. This meant he looked right at the camera, because the shooter also happened to be Rod the director. It was a low-budget scraper—just scraping by—so that wasn’t unusual. Looking at the camera though…well, I always cringed at that.

In most of the film industry that would have been a no-no: you simply don’t look at the camera or the man holding it. I’ve been on multi-million dollar gigs, and the pros know how to read a script…well, they actually have a script with words. I think Leon got the picture-book version. They all got the picture-book version.

Ah, fuck it. Why was I complaining? I was getting paid.

It did grate on me. I won’t deny it. The whole thing just kept reminding me of how low I had gone in life. Poor Leon grated on me because I detested a lack of intelligence. I never in my life want to become like him and, somehow, holding the lights for his base efforts made me feel…made me feel stupid.

But I couldn’t say anything. I brought it on myself.

Rod got almost as excited as Leon and pointed five fingers in the air with a little waving motion. Leon was confused a moment, and then he understood: cum on her back in five seconds.

It was at moments like this I wished I was at home in my chair, drink in hand, watching reruns of The Munsters. Now that was a good show. Fred Gwynne could laugh with a childish honesty and innocence that no one—no one—has been able to imitate since. And Fred never had to ask where or when to shoot his load.

I sighed and watched and listened to Leon’s grunts and then the final explosion that had him growling and gasping as if he just passed a watermelon through his colon.

It sickened me just a little bit. I looked at the floor, my stomach grumbling for a drink in a bad way. I glanced up long enough to make sure the lights were on him and Candy’s glistening, wondrous face.

Yeah.

Candy…

I think I’ll ask her out.

Chapter 2…Who?

I know what you’re thinking—was it all an act?

No. Not by a long shot.

And that surprised me.

Candy slammed back on me with a gusto that nearly broke my hip. Some of my rum and coke shot out of my mouth onto her back.

“Oh!” Candy said, squirming on me. I think she thought that…hell, I hadn’t the slightest idea what was going through her head.

And I didn’t care.

I was just enjoying myself. A bit too much perhaps, but that’s for my shrink to worry about. My shrink being my old friend, Brian. The one who introduced me to my first drink and started me on this fucked-up slush.

Candy reached back and cupped my balls and immediately took my mind off of Brian.

For a while.

“That’s it, you fuckin’ whore, pull me into you,” I said, resisting the urge to set my bottle on her back. I don’t normally go for that whore stuff, but apparently Candy can’t do without it. Setting the bottle on her back…yeah, I could get into that were it not for the chance it could spill. I might be a cheap date, but this shit was precious after the day I had.

I took another swig as Candy came on my dick.

Yeah, sometimes the fucked up slush world wasn’t so bad, after all.

I woke with a sharp pain in my left cheek.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

It was Candy. Candy’s well-manicured finger, to be exact. I pulled away and she kept with me, poking that finger in my skin like it was meant to be there.

“Damn, woman,” I said. “What’re you doing?”

“You didn’t cum,” Candy said. There was a resolute sternness to her voice and lowered brows.

“Wha?” For a second I couldn’t put together what the hell she was talking about, when it hit me. Well, that, and the fact that she held up my used condom with her other hand.

“I checked.”

“Well, good for you,” I said. I was being smart. I get that way with a sharp finger in my cheek and a sour stomach. I needed a drink.

“That doesn’t happen,” Candy said.

She meant it.

I was at the point of thinking what the fuck this crazy woman might do to me now. I tried to create a little more space and got up on an elbow. I winced and took her accusing finger in my hand and put it to my lips.

“That happens with me sometimes,” I said. Her finger tasted like her pussy, and I wasn’t complaining. It took my mind off my stomach for a second. “Nothing you did. I’m okay with it, really.”

“Not with me, it doesn’t,” Candy said. “And it isn’t okay, either.”

She threw the condom to the side and flung off the covers that were partially hiding her body. Yeah, even in the dim light, she cast an impressive figure. She was tight. Muscles lightly accenting her fleshy swells. God, I could even smell her now. She had been working herself while I was asleep.

Before I could say a thing, Candy pushed my face to the side and slid over my upper chest. In one swift motion, she had my arms pinned down under her legs. She let my head go only to grab it forcefully in both her hands. She then slid her supreme wetness directly over my lips and pulled my head into her.

“Now,” Candy said, using one of her hands to reach behind her to grab my cock. Hard.

“Mmmffhh!” I said, struggling. Well, maybe not struggling. And maybe not exactly saying. I couldn’t pronounce words any better than if I had been punched in the lips for an hour by Mike Tyson. Only this was sooo much better.

Candy got off on that. Just the thought of me struggling, that was what did it for her. I could see it in the gleam in her eyes, feel it in the pressure on my mouth as she pulled me in closer and squeezed her legs.

I found my fingers completely useless. Along with my arms, my legs, my brain. They were all under her ministrations, and I was a willing patient. Stomach? I didn’t even know I had a stomach at that point. My cock was active, though. She had so expertly cupped its length and was stroking it…the only thing I could see was everything she was doing to it.

“Now,” Candy said, deadly serious. “I don’t get off until you do. Am I understood?”

I didn’t know who the hell this was. Not the slightest fucking clue. Earlier, she was everything willing and submissive and…hell, even a pleading victim for me to fuck her senseless.

But that woman was not here now. She wasn’t even in the same country.

And…

I didn’t exactly hate that. At that moment, I think I would have paid good money to keep her out.

I stopped thinking after that. Candy ground herself expertly into my mouth, over my nose and then back again—all the while never releasing my cock or breaking her stroking or pressure.

I couldn’t think even if I had wanted. I came—fuck did I cum! And there’s never any thinking when that happens.

(PM me for questions, this is part of a much larger work)

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A young nude model falls for an older art instructress

The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office.

“Good morning all,” I greeted the office staff.

“G’morning they returned.”

I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, “Oh, Sophie. Just a minute.”

I looked around the door at the slight figure of Margaret, the wiry-haired and bespectacled secretary. “I should have told you last week, but as Harold has his exhibition on for two weeks in Manchester, you’ll have a new instructress this morning.”

“Oh,” I said. “Who is she?”

“Laura Lee from the Godiva Art Academy.”

I was intrigued. I went back inside the room and leaned on the secretary’s desk.

“Isn’t she the one who recently had a great exhibition at the Liverpool Art gallery? Specialises in figure painting in pastel.”

“That’s the one,” confirmed the Secretary. “The newspapers reported that she sold every painting. She’s a good teacher too.”

“Sounds interesting,” I said. “I’ll go up and meet her.

The life class room was on the next floor. As the class had not started, the door was wide open. I walked in and saw a woman, with shoulder length auburn hair, standing with her back to me. As she heard me enter she turned around. Her smile was instantly welcoming so I went over and said, “I’m your model – Sophie.”

Her smile broadened and she held out her hand. She took mine in a very firm grip. “Hello, Sophie. I’m Laura. Very pleased to meet you. As we’ll be working together I think we’d better have a quick chat to sort out what we’re going to do.”

She took my elbow and led me firmly over to the side of the room where there were two chairs.

“Sit down,” she said. I sat and looked into her face. I noticed that she was several inches taller than me. She seemed about 35, and her auburn hair surrounded a very pleasant looking face with a few freckles scattered here and there. I was very attracted to her smile and her firm but very smooth voice. She gave me the impression that she was a person very much in charge. She had a fairly full figure with a generous bust but, as far as I could see, her body was quite firm. I wondered whether she might work out a couple of times a week. Certainly there was nothing fragile about her.

“I understand you’ve been modelling here for almost two years now?”

“That’s right,” I replied.

“Tell me, Sophie, when you’re modelling, what do you try to do?”

“Well, I aim to present the class with a pose that’s interesting to draw. If possible I try to imply some small action in the pose, or present a position of tension.” She looked faintly surprised at my reply. Her eyes widened and a faint suggestion of a smile played at the corners of her generous mouth.

“You obviously take a genuine interest in your work. I’ve known so many models who just stand, or sit or lie down without knowing what effect they are creating. Some look thoroughly bored. She then looked straight into my eyes and asked, “Do you like a nice comfortable position?”

I hesitated a moment before replying. I felt this was a testing question. “Well . . . it partly depends on the length of pose. If it’s only three minutes then it can be fairly uncomfortable; anything longer I try to make reasonably comfortable.” Then, almost as an afterthought I added, “But not too comfortable.”

At those words she seemed to straighten, her brow raised almost imperceptibly and the smile at the corners of her mouth appeared again. “That’s interesting; very interesting.”

We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes and, at that very moment something happened that I really cannot put into words. It was as though a chord had reached out from her mind to mine. A certain chemistry passed between us and I experienced a tangible bond of trust with another woman I had never previously experienced.

Just then a man and a woman came over to speak to Laura and the magic of the moment evaporated. Before she answered their question, she turned to me, lightly touched my arm and said, “We’ll start in a few minutes Sophie. Will you get changed please?”

I went into the changing cubicle almost in a trance. What was it that bound this woman and me so closely together. We’d only just met. As I took off my clothes I remember wondering whether it might be because she was 10 to 15 years older than me; but I rejected that idea. I knew a number of women that would apply to but they did not have the same effect on me as Laura did.

I put on my robe and went out into the room. By now almost every student was arranged either sitting down or standing behind an easel. Laura was sitting on the edge of the podium, and as I walked in her direction she stood up smiling.

She introduced herself to the class and then said, “You all know Sophie who has been your model for some time. I’m going to get her to do a few three-minute poses, then we’ll have a couple of ten minute poses and follow those with a longer one of about 25 minutes. That will take us up to coffee time.”

Previously, taking my robe off and presenting myself nude to the class was something I did almost without thought. There was no embarrassment and it was just a matter of routine. But now, I really wanted to let Laura see me naked. I faced in her direction, took off my robe and went into the first pose. I noticed that she just stood there, absolutely still with her eyes fixed on me taking in every detail of my naked body.

She then made a circuit of the 15 or so students just glancing to see what they had done. “Thank you Sophie. Another pose please.” Again I faced Laura and knelt down with one leg stretched to the side. I had the same effect on her: two minutes looking at me and one minute looking at the students’ work.
For my third pose I lay on the podium with my back arched and my hands spread flat at my sides. Laura slowly walked over to the podium and stood at my feet looking down at my nude body. I was thrilled when she quietly said, “That’s a lovely pose Sophie. You really are good.” I remember thinking I’d do anything for this woman.

For my long pose Laura asked me to sit on the podium with one leg up forming a triangle and the other flat on the podium but bent with my foot under the other knee. This meant that my shaved pussy was on full view to those in front of me. Laura came over to the podium and took hold ofthe leg which was lying flat and moved it further under my other leg. As she touched me I felt a surge of pleasure run up my legs to my crotch. She took one step back and in an almost inaudible whisper said, “Yes, I really do like that.”

When the long pose was over I put on my robe and went into the cafeteria with the others for coffee. On leaving the queue I joined two men and a woman, who were life class students, at their table. Seconds later we were joined by Laura carrying her cup. She sat down and said, “We do have a really lovely model don’t we?” The others agreed. I smiled and thanked them as I blushed a little. We engaged in small talk for about ten minutes, then it was time to resume the session.

I don’t know whether it was the hot coffee or the close presence of Laura, but when I went into the cubicle I was perspiring. I stood there debating with myself. I wanted to impress Laura. I’d have done anything she asked me to do. She obviously liked looking at me naked. I felt that I wanted to feel vulnerable in front of her. Then I had an idea. I always went out of the cubicle wearing my robe until I got on or near the podium. I decided that this time I would take it off and walk out naked. I threw my robe on the cubicle chair, drew back the curtain and quite slowly and deliberately walked across the room. I saw Laura’s eyes as she smiled in my direction. I met her gaze with confidence. She seemed to be feasting on my nakedness.

I had two long poses next and Laura found an excuse to rearrange me slightly in each one. I loved her firm but gentle touch. I wondered whether my pussy, in full view of four or five of the class was enlarging, getting pink and opening. It felt like it but I couldn’t be sure.

When Laura said her last “Thank you, Sophie,” I thought how quickly the time had passed. While all the students were packing away their equipment she came over to me and stood quite close in front of me commenting on my posing and from time to time looked down at my breasts.

“Well, I mustn’t keep you must I?” she said as she glanced at her watch. “You’ll probably want to be getting home.” As I turned she gently stroked my back and said “It’s been lovely working with you Sophie. I shall look forward to next week.”

I took my time returning to the cubicle. I knew she would be looking at my naked back so I tried to wiggle my bottom a bit more than usual as I walked. Getting back home to my flat was the last thing on my mind. I’d have stayed for hours talking to Laura. As I dressed I had a flat feeling of disappointment as I thought I had to pass a whole week before I’d see her again. How could I wait that long before experiencing the magic bond between us once more?

I slowly walked down the flight of steps and out through the double door into the car park. I gave a slight sigh as I looked at my watch to see which bus I would be able to catch. I had almost reached the exit onto the road when I heard a car coming behind me. I moved to the side to give it room to pass but when it came alongside me it slowed down. The driver lowered the window. It was Laura!

“Can I offer you a lift anywhere Sophie?”

The magic took over once more. Can she offer me a lift? You bet! I tried to remain calm as I replied, “Oh, that’s very kind of you Laura. Which way are you going?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you there. I’m in no hurry.”

I quickly got in the car and she pulled out onto the main road. I told her that I wanted to go to the art shop on the edge of town just over a mile away. “There’s a small pull-in just before it. If you could drop me off there I would be terribly grateful.”

During the short journey I offered her congratulations on her latest exhibition of figure drawings which had been a sell out. I also asked her about the various models she had used. I secretly wondered if they had fallen under her spell as I had done. Soon we were at the pull-in where she stopped. Laura switched off the engine as she finished answering my questions about the other models. “Some of them were mediocre, some were very good.” Then she deliberately turned and looked me straight in the eyes. “But none of them were anywhere near as good as you.” I’m sure I blushed slightly. I looked quickly down. Then I slowly raised my eyes again.

“Thank you, Laura. I’m flattered, but I really enjoyed the class today. Having you in charge seemd . . . somehow, special.”

“You mean you like working with me?”

“Oh yes. I really loved it.”

Laura turned and momentarily looked out through the windscreen as though thinking. Then she returned her steady gaze to me. “In that case, would you like to do some modelling for me at my studio?”

My heart missed a beat – or several beats. I tried to control my voice as I replied, “Oh, definitely. I’d really like to do that. I’d love to be painted by you. I could tell all my friends I’d modelled for the famous Laura Lee.”

She reached forward and lifted my chin in her hand. “You’re sure about that?”

“I’m absolutely positive. When do you want me?”

“It will be in the evening time. Will that suit you?”

“Oh, yes,” I replied. “Just tell me which evening.” I’d have gone if she’d asked me to model at three in the morning.

Laura returned her gaze through the windscreen once more. “Let’s see. Today’s Tuesday. I have a meeting tomorrow evening and I’m having visitors on Thursday evening. Can you manage Friday?”

“Yes,” I replied. I’d have managed any day to be alone with this wonderful woman.

Laura took out a business card and handed it to me. “This is my studio address,” she said. “Can you make it by seven o’clock. . . no, let’s say half past six. That will give us plenty of time. I don’t like rushing things.”

“I can definitely get there by half past six,” I said, the excitement rising inside me at an incredible rate. I’ll see you then. Oh, and thanks very much for the lift. It was really sweet of you.” I suddenly bent forward and before I knew what I was doing I kissed her lightly on the lips. “Bye now!”

I got quickly out of the car wondering whether I had done the right thing in kissing her. It certainly seemed right to me but I wasn’t so sure about Laura. However, my doubts were dispelled as I shut the car door and waved my hand. Laura was beaming at me and she blew me a kiss.

As I floated along the pavement I meditated on her words. “Half past six . . . I don’t like rushing things.” I wondered what things she didn’t like rushing.

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The interval between Tuesday and Friday had never seemd so long to me. I found the wait really frustrating. All I could think about was seeing Laura again.

Eventually, Friday dawned and I was up bright and early thinking that this was the day. I spent half an hour doing some pretty strenuous exercises to tone up my muscles and then more time having a shower, washing and setting my hair, filing and polishing my fingernails and toenails and removing every hair on my body except those on my head. I had to be as near to perfection as possible. I studied my naked figure in my full length mirror on my bedroom door and was quite satisfied with what I saw.

The only thing I wore was my bath robe. After a light lunch I restlessly moved from one small job to another, or idly leafed through magazines looking at my watch every ten minutes or so. Eventually it was half-past four. Two hours to go, but it would take me 20 minutes to walk to Laura’s studio. So I decided to put my make-up on. I consulted a few books on the subject. I didn’t want to look like a tart but I did want to look sexy and attractive.

All this finished, I decided on just one other touch. I went to a drawer where I kept my perfume and took out my favourite, but subtle, aroma. I applied one spot under each breast, another behind each ear and the last right between my legs. Then I took one final look at myself in the mirror and decided to get dressed. I chose the briefest pink silk undies I possessed, my dark brown pleated mini-skirt and a low-necked cream blouse with two very slight shoulder straps. I was finally dressed but, with any luck, I wouldn’t be for much longer.

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Knowing the area well, I easily found the address on Laura’s card. It was a large double-fonted Victorian villa in an avenue of trees. I was ten minutes early but I couldn’t wait any longer. I went up the short flight of stone steps, rang the door chime and waited impatiently. I was rewarded by the figure of Laura opening the door. She was dressed in an off-white and paint-stained artist’s smock but I noticed that she was wearing carefully applied makeup and her short hairstyle was flawless.

I stepped into the large hallway. Laura looked me up and down with a broad smile of obvious approval. I returned it. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” she said. Then she came closer to me, took my face in both hands and kissed me on the lips. It was not a lover’s kiss but firm enought to let me know she cared. The magic between us started working again.

“Lovely to see you again, Sophie. You managed to find me alright?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “No difficulty at all.”

“Let’s go up to my studio then.” She took hold of my elbow and steered me towards the bottom of a wide staircase . “I use the biggest bedroom in the house as my studio,” she explained .

“I expect you need a lot of space for all your paintings,” I suggested .

“Yes, that’s true. I hate working in a cramped space; I like to be able to spread myself a bit.”

I liked her terminology, and kept hoping.

“Another reason I use the room is that it has a north-facing and very large window which is not overlooked by anyone.”

“Oh, that must be a real bonus,” I said.

She opened the door for me to walk inside. I was totally impressed. The cheerful pink evening light enveloped me. If this had been a bedroom, you could have slept ten people in it. It was almost square and the window at the one end occupied almost half the wall space. The deep red curtains on either side were held back with heavy gold tassels. On another wall was a huge swept gilt-framed mirror which reached well over half way to the high ceiling. It seemed to add extra length to the room. There were several chairs, one of them a maroon Queen Anne with gold trimming . A matching chaise longue stood nearby. Along the bottom of one of the walls was a collection of paintings, some framed, some just on bare canvases. Apart from one cupboard, two shelves containing some very large books, and a low set of narrow pastel storage drawers, the only other items in the room were two easels, one with a large sheet of tinted blank paper on it, and a podium, set in the middle covered with a mattress.

Laura gave me time to look round and take in the whole picture and then said, “Well, what do you think of my studio?”

“I’m overwhelmed,” I returned.” I really do love it. I can imagine it must be heavenly working in here.”

“Yes, I totally agree with you Sophie.”

She then started walking towards another door in the corner of the room.

“This is a walk-in store cupboard that I use to store my costumes. Would you like to see them?”

Costumes! It was just as well she had her back to me. The smile vanished from my face as I automatically followed Laura to the door. Costumes! She wants to paint me in a costume? After all my planning. I suddenly realised that I’d been planning to seduce this woman.

We both went into the small ante-room. There were steel tubes across the room and hooks all around the walls, all hanging with costumes of every sort. And along the skirting board there must have been 20 pairs of shoes. There was a very large wicker basked in the corner out of which bulged an assortment of, what I assumed to be, drapes.

Laura was standing by my side. “You . . . er . . want me to wear a costume?” I queried.

She shot me a quick glance and smiled broadly. “Oh, no. Painting you in a costume? Now wouldn’t that be a gigantic waste? A figure like yours should be put on display.” She was incredulous that I should ask. The tension inside me disappeared.

“No, Sophie. I want to paint you nude. In fact I have something specific in mind. I’m a great admirer of Ingres. I consider that some of his paintings are amongst the greatest ever committed to canvas. Are you familiar with his work?”

I hesitated a little. “Well, I have seen quite a number of his paintings . . .”

“Come over here,” she said moving towards the bookshelves. I followed. She took down a very large, thick book with the name “Ingres” heavily embossed on the cover. I noticed there was a marker in the book. She flipped open the page to reveal a painting of a naked young woman chained to a rock and being rescued by a young man with a lance. I had seen it once or twice before, but now it was to have greater significance for me.

“This is called ‘Roger Freeing Angelica’. Ingres painted it in 1819 and it’s based on a poem by the Italian poet Ariosto. I saw the original when I went to Paris last year and visited the Louvre. It was absolutely stunning! I was rooted to the spot for some 20 minutes before I could move. What do you think of it Sophie?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.

“Notice how her naked body is turned around to face us and her arms stretchd sideways chained to the rock? Her beauty is there for us all to see. She is naked and helpless. See how her head is strained back and her eyes rolling to try to get a glimpse of her rescuer? This is the work of a genius.”

She slowly closed the book and looked at me. “I want to do a pastel painting of you based on that painting. It will be quite simple compared with the work of Ingres of course. I want your wrists tied to a post which often happened to slave girls who disobeyed their masters. I want you to be a naked slave girl.
What do you think, Sophie?”

What a question? I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more sexy and alluring if I’d tried. “Oh, I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said. And I really meant it.

“So you like the idea?”

“I love it!” I replied giving Laura a hug.

“Right then. Get ready to be a slave.” There was nothing I wanted more. I’d be Laura’s slave any day.

She went over to the podium and arranged one of the easels towards the edge. “That should give you plenty of room to pose in the centre,” she said. “The light from the window will be striking sideways across your body throwing your figure into deep relief.”

I approached the podium and kicked off my shoes on the floor. Then I stood on the podium and realised that the thin mattress was quite firm under my feet. Laura just stood there looking at me. I unzipped my mini-skirt and let it drop. Then I pushed the thin straps of my blouse off my shoulders and it ended around my ankles with my skirt. I stepped out of both, slowly bent over, picked them up and threw them on the floor. I then undid the front fastener on my bra, took it off, and with a wide flourish it joined my other clothes. My tiny lacey pants were all that remained. I slowly put my thumbs in the waistband and edged them slowly down. When they were just below my knees I stepped out with my right foot and placed it well to the side. I flicked them off with my other foot and stood completely naked on the podium before Laura.

I looked her squarely in the eyes and asked, “How do you want me?” I tried to put as much meaning into the words as I could.

She joined me on the podium and put her hands on my waist. “Now, if you stand reasonably close to the easel you should be able to hold onto it as though your hands were tied there. She placed my hands where she wanted them and let her hand slide down my arm before going around behind me. She controlled me by taking my hips in both her hands. “I’d like a bit of an “S” shape to the pose. Put most of your weight on your left foot and place the other out to the side.”

Laura then stepped down from the podium and stood looking at me with a smile of satisfaction. In the large mirror facing me I could see myself posing. Everything was on show – just as I wanted. “Oh yes, you look really lovely. I hope I can do you justice,” she said.

She picked up the easel with the paper on it and placed it in front of the podium. I watched her as she worked swiftly in pastel sketching the main elements of the pose. I was absolutely thrilled just standing there knowing she was looking at every intimate part of my nude body. She worked in silence for some 15 minutes and then asked, “Are you warm enough, dear?” I put the heating on well before you arrived. There’s nothing worse for a model than being cold.”

I was anything but cold but I think it was more to do with Laura rather than the temperature. After a further five minutes I felt the muscles in my arms begin to ache slightly. Another five minutes and they were even worse. Laura must have sensed this. “Would you like a break, Sophie? Your arms must be a bit tired by now.”

“Yes, they are a bit,” I replied. She wiped her hands in a large cloth then took a white pastel and walked up onto the podium. She drew a line around my hands on the easel then knelt down and drews a line around both my feet. I felt her hair brushing against my thighs as she did this and I felt an extra warmth rising in my tummy.

She smiled and took hold of my left arm. “Oh yes, your arm is getting a bit cold. Let me warm it for you.”

She started at the top of my shoulder and ran her hands around in little circles right down my arm to my hand. Then she did a series of swift brushing movements up and down the arm. When she started on my other arm I made sure I kept it quite near to my side so that as she moved her hands up and down they brushed the side of my breast. I’m sure she enjoyed the sensation as much as I did. She gave me the faintest of smiles and then went behind me. She placed her strong hands on the tops of both my arms and again circled her hands around right down my arms, this time lightly brushing both my breasts with her fingertips as she did so. I could feel her clothes touching my back when she placed her hands on my hips, fingers pointing downwards. She slid her thumbs around the front of my hips and deliberately held me in a firm grip. I closed my eyes and heard her low voice very close to my ear. “How’s that? Are your arms better now?”

My voice croaked slightly as I replied, “They are fine now, thank you Laura. You really seem to have a magic touch.” I wanted her to know that her efforts were appreciated. Then an idea suddenly occurred to me.

“Laura,” i wonder whether my arms would ache less if you actually tied them to the easel? I wouldn’t have to grip anything”

She held her chin in her hands for a few moments as she considered this. “That’s an excellent idea Sophie. Now why didn’t I think of that? I can see you’re not just a pretty face; you have ideas as well.” Oh, I had ideas all right. I was just hoping she’d be able to share them.

She went over to the cupboard and returned with a length of thin blue rope. First of all she tied my wrists together and then, placing my hands within the marks she had made, tied them firmly to the easel. Gripping my left leg she placed it in the footprint she had drawn near the easel, then she guided my right foot into the other. I noticed her cheek brushed the outside of my thigh as she did so.

Laura went back to her easel “How long do you take to complete a life drawing?” I asked.

“Generally about an hour-and-a-half to two hours,” she replied. “Any background work I can complete in the studio without the model.”

Again she worked swiftly for a while but then her movements became less sweeping and smaller. I realised that she must be putting in some detail. Thirty minutes later my arms were fine but my leg bearing most of my weight was starting to feel the strain.

“Another break?” asked Laura, once again wiping her hands. I readily agreed.

“How are your arms now?”

“My arms seem OK,” I replied. It’s my legs that are beginning to ache now.”

Once more she joined me on the podium. Without a word she knelt down in front of me. She gripped my left leg, just above my ankle, between both her hands and started the circling movements just as she had done before with my arms. Slowly she made her way up my leg. When she got to my knee she ran her fingers deeply into the muscles behind it. That felt good to me and I felt the warms run up my legs again. She continued up my thigh and increased the kneading of my muscles. Soon she was almost up to my shaved pussy and I felt the brush of her fingers against the bottom of my vulva. She repeated all this with my other leg, then brushed her hands swiftly up my legs occasionally making firm contact with my pussy as she did so. By the time she had finished I realised she was beginning to turn me on – and I was enjoying every minute of it.

We went into the third session. “I must say you are an excellent model,” stated Laura. “Not only just to look at, but you hold the pose so well.” By the end of that session I was beginning to ache in all sorts of places. Laura was sympathetic to the fact.

“We’ll have another break now,” she announced. Would you like a coffee to relax you?”

“I’d love one,” I replied.

“Sugar and milk?”

“Please.”

Laura went over to the shelves near the wall and switched on an electric kettle. When she returned she untied my hands. “I expect you’re beginning to ache everywhere by now,” she said. I agreed, and stretched my arms high above my head. I stood on tip-toe and wiggled my hips from side to side. Laura took in every movement with what seemed like appreciation.

Then she went over to the cupboard and returned with a tin of talcum powder. “Lie down on the edge of the podium and I’ll give you a quick massage.” I needed no second bidding. I was lying on my tummy in a flash.

Laura poured out some talc on her hands, rubbed them together and then started kneading the muscles on the tops of my shoulders. The feeling was very relaxing and I could sense the tension ebbing away. Her firm hands moved down my back. She spread her fingers and worked both thumbs up my spine, then her hands moved around to my sides as though taking my body in a firm hold. I could feel her fingers probing my ribs as she worked her way down to my waist then around my hips circling under my bottom and up the cleavage between. There was a pause. She spread her right hand flat on my buttocks and swiftly moved them sideways in both directions. The wiggling effect was fantastic; it was as though she was applying an electric shock between my legs and I knew she was deliberately trying to turn me on. She was succeeding too! Her fingertips brushed the lips of my vulva as she moulded my inner thighs and then right down to my feet which she plied with her strong fingers.

At that point the kettle gave out a long whistle and Laura went over to make the coffees. She brought them back and placed them on the far side of the podium.

Once more she knelt by my side. “Now, turn over and I’ll finish you off.” I instantly obeyed. Again she poured talc on her hands and rubbed them together. She started to work quite gently on the muscles on the sides of my neck quite near my ears, the same circling movements that engendered such pleasure in me. Then she massaged the top of my chest with left to right movements and tapping movements with her fingers. She then moved her hands right across to the edges of my chest and down my ribs to my waist. She touched her wrists together as her hands flattened out on my upper tummy and then pushed upwards covering my breasts which she kneaded in strokes upwards and outwards. She also pressed my nipples between two fingers and squeezed them making them stand out erect.

My feelings of sexual gratification were nothing compared to the effect of the next move she made. After twice circling my tummy, she touched her thumbs together and, with considerable pressure, moved her hands down over my smooth pubic area, down over my opening vulva and onto my thighs. After taking hold of my ankles and deliberately moving them further apart, she continued up my legs making great play between my open thighs. I felt pangs of pleasure shooting from my crotch to every part of my body. I was really becoming sexually aroused. I’d never known anything so intense before.

Laura then bent over me and kissed me lightly on my tummy. “How do you feel now, darling?” I arched my back and stretched my arms above my head.

“Unbelievably sexy!” I said quite shamelessly.

“Good!” she retorted. “I’m going to put the finishing touches to my painting now, and I want you to look like a really sexy slave.” She handed me my coffee. As we drank we just sat and looked at each other hardly saying a word but deeply conscious of what was passing between us.

Laura returned the cups and then went back to the podium. “Right, slave, let’s tie you up again,” she said smiling.

I looked directly up into her face. “Yes please,” I said. She playfullt kissed me on the forehead and returnd to her easel. It was as she was doing this that I once again caught sight of myself posing. I could clearly see my vagina lips thrusting out from between my legs. I could also see a glint of moisture on them. I remained in this high state of arousal until eventually Laura announced “I think that’s it. I’ve finished.” She wiped her hands again and stood back from the easel to regard her work.

She came over to me and untied my hands. “Would you like to see my naked slave girl painting?”

“You bet! I’d love to. I can hardly wait.”

I hurried over and reached it before Laura. I stood in front of the easel and gazed in admiration. “Wow! What a painting.” Although it had a photographic quality that revealed every detail, it was also painterly to the eye. “That is really astonishing. What do you think of it Laura?”

She came around the easel and stood behind me looking over my shoulder. “Frankly I think it’s the best figure drawing I’ve done so far. You inspired me Sophie. That is what I’d call a really sexy slave girl.” She gave a little laugh.

“I’d say it’s a really sexually aroused slave girl,” I replied. “Do you approve?”

She moved slightly closer and rested her hands on my waist. “Oh yes, I certainly do approve. I approve utterly.” She moved her hands across my tummy and her fingers touched.

“Then that makes us unanimous – darling.”

Laura moved her hands upwards over my breasts and held them cupped in her hands. Once again she held my nipples between her strong fingers and squeezed. Her sexual lightning flashed through my body again. I groaned as I arched my back and deliberately pushed my breasts firmly into her caressing hands. She alternately squeezed and released them. Realising the extent of my sexual enjoyment, she reached around further with her left hand and caressed my right breast. Then her free hand moved swiftly down my body and between my open legs. With two fingers she traced small circles between the open wet lips of my vagina. I gasped in ecstasy and moved my head back to rest on her shoulder and face her. Her head moved around to seek out my lips and we kissed our first lovers’ kiss. We then eagerly faced each other. She put her arms around my back and I flung my arms upwards around her neck. I pulled her down onto my mouth and our tongues danced an electrified erotic dance twisting and twirling like sexual dervishes.

Then Laura did something which took me completely by surprise. She broke away from my grasp, put one hand behind my waist and the other behind my knees and lifted me up bodily into her arms. I only turn the scales at a little over eight stones but I was still amazed at her strength. She carried me over to the podium and sat me on one corner.

“Lie down” she ordered as she looked down at me and started to unbutton her smock. Within seconds she flung it to the side and I saw she was completely naked underneath. She had a firm body and bust with muscles which showed rather more than the average woman. I was impressed. She knelt down between my ankles near the corner of the podium and our warm bodies met as she moved up to kiss me. Again our tongues intertwined urgently and we both gasped as the erotic tides swept through us both. She moved down to my breasts and her lips sought out my nipple. Her mouth encompassed more of my breast as she pressed it into my flesh and sucked hard on my nipple. I groaned and panted as my breasts rose and fell as I gasped for breath.

After giving my other breast the same treatment she moved downward with her tongue in little licking motions. When she arrived at my navel her tongue moved round in quick circles as she licked my naked skin. Then she held her mouth close as she blew on the moist patch. The result was incredible and my head moved from side to side in sheer ecstacy. I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand.

As Laura’s mouth moved lower over my smooth pubic area, her kissing and licking took on a new urgency and then her thick strong tongue drew a line right down over my wide open vagina lips. I felt as though my groin was on fire, but she continued to press her lips and tongue all around the area. She then put the tip of it between the lips of my vagina and made rapid movements with it from side to side as it moved upwards. My back arched and my legs spread ever wider. This woman was doing magic things to me. She took my enlarged sexual lips right inside her mouth in a passionate kiss then her tongue darted inside me then back out. In again, then out and so she kept going finally ending up inside me flailing about like some wild animal. By now the juice was pouring out of me and I was almost beside myself.

Then Laura suddenly pounced on my clitoris and took it into her mouth where she continued to suck it and move her tongue around it. Finally she used just the tip of her tongue and licked my clitoris at an amazing speed and, as she did so, it seemed as though something exploded inside me and I felt the juice shoot out and run down between my legs. I was panting almost uncontrollably and my breasts were heaving as I realised that I has experienced my first orgasm.

I never realised it could be like that with another woman. Gradually my breathing returned to normal and Laura came up and looked me in the face. She was panting slightly too. I wondered if she also had had an orgasm.

I smoothed her hair and the side of her face with my hands. “Thank you darling. That was wonderful. You certainly know what to do with a naked girl.”

She smiled. She let her nude body rest on mine and it rekindled my desire once again. I lifted my legs and coiled them around her body, crossing my ankles and holding her close. She moved her body rythmically between my legs. It was happening again. I clasped her close in my arms. I uncrossed my ankles, spread my legs wide open and wrapped my arms firmly around her.

“Take me again darling! I pleaded.

I arched my back and pushed my hips up to meet hers.

“After all, I am your naked slave girl.”

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Hey guys, sorry it took so long but here it is, the last of the Hannah Montana’s! Rate and comment.

Hannah Montana: Let’s Get Crazy Chapter III
Rico watched in amazement as Hannah Montana walked out of the secret closet that only minutes ago, Miley Stewart had walked into. He looked down at the video camera to make sure that it was recording. It was.
Miley is Hannah Montana! His mind screamed. Holy shit. This is perfect! I can force her into having sex with me, or else I’ll reveal her secret. Rico grinned as he crept away from her window, planning just how to break the news to an unsuspecting Miley/Hannah.

Later that night, Hannah Montana finished another concert, walking off the stage to the loud applause of her fans. She went straight to her dressing room, grabbed her purse, and walked to the back door. This time, she waited inside, until her limo pulled up outside. Hannah opened the door, and ran out into the waiting limo.
The door opened from the inside, and she slid in, closing the door behind her. Across from her sat her father, Robbie Ray.
“Great show, darling.” He complemented.
“Thanks dad,” she responded. Then she pulled off her blond wig, and shook her brown hair free. They were silent the rest of the ride home, not quite sure how to act while they were alone. When the limo pulled up in front of their ranch outside of Malibu, Miley said goodnight to her father and walked through the house to her room.
Lily wasn’t home because she had gone out for dinner with Oliver, so she had the room to herself. Picking the remote up off her bed, Miley clicked the open button, and the furniture and mirror slid aside to reveal the hidden closet. After tossing the remote back on the bed she walked into her closet, and hung her wig on a mannequin’s head. She kicked off her shoes and placed them on a rack. Then Miley unbuttoned her white designer jeans, and wiggled her hips to cause them to fall off. Underneath, she wore black, thin panties. Miley hung her jeans up in a closet just for pants, and pulled off her loose yellow top. That left her standing in matching bra and panties. She hung the shirt up and exited the closet.
And stopped in her tracks, when she saw Jackson’s “friend” Rico, sitting on her bed. He was reclined against the pillows and tossing something up and down. Miley screamed and grabbed a folded up blanket on the dresser. She pulled it up to her chest, and it unfolded and dropped to the floor, covering her whole body.
“Hiya toots!” Said Rico, grinning lewdly.
Miley stared at him in shock, not believing that he had broken into her room. Well is not really “broken” in if you left the door unlocked, is it?
“Looking for this?” He asked, holding up the remote to the Hannah closet.
It struck her, then. He knows I’m Hannah Montana! A sense of dread settled on her heart.
“H…h…how did you know?” she stammered.
“Doesn’t matter how I know. What matters is this; what would you DO for it not to get out?”
Miley fell silent, having an idea where this was going. Rico swung his feet off the side of the bed, and stood up.
“I see it as you have two options. The first is to tell me to leave. The second is to accept, and become my personal…slave.”
Miley opened her mouth to speak. But Rico lifted a finger, and stopped her before she could talk.
“If you choose the first option, well, I’m sure you’ve seen enough movies. I tell everyone who you are, show them the proof I have, and then you won’t have a private life. The second option might be slightly humiliating, but at least nothing else would change. Think about it. I’ll be back in the morning. And don’t think about going to your father, or Lily, or anyone else with this, or your secret will be out.”
Rico tossed the remote to her, and left her room. She stood there for several minutes not moving, in shock. It took a cool breeze coming through the door to shake her out of it, close the door, and slide into bed. Sleep didn’t come to her, however, and she sat up all night, trying to decide what to do, and how to get around it.

The next morning, Miley woke up groggy. She’d finally fallen asleep around five, and it was now eight. Lily had barged in, waking her up. She left again almost immediately, out again with Oliver. She remembered it then, the choice she’d had to make last night. It was now Saturday morning and Rico said that he would be back. Miley knew that she could never let her secret get out, as her life would practically end the moment it did. She would be hounded by paparazzi every second for the rest of her life, which she wouldn’t be able to bear.
She knew what Rico would make her do, as his slave. And she was nervous. Miley didn’t know whether the little devil child would be into dirtier things than she was, and what he would make her do outside regular, vaginal sex. She was scared.
But somewhere deep down inside, Miley knew that she was excited. For some reason which escaped her, she was wondering and looking forward to what Rico would have her do.
I wonder what his dick will be like, compared to my dad’s and Oliver’s.
Wow.
I can’t believe that it was only yesterday that I first had sex.
And now I’m looking forward to what Rico is going to make me do!
Is my mind really that fucked?
Miley’s chain of thought was halted when there was a tap on her window. She looked to her left, and sure enough, there was Rico. Right on time, of course. She swung her long legs of the bed, grabbing her bathrobe from the floor as she did. Miley had slept in the her black panties from last night, so she slipped the robe on and tied the rope around the front. It was small for her, so it reached down to barely mid-thigh. She knew that eventually she would have to loose it, but for the moment she felt more secure with it on.
Miley walked over to her window, with Rico standing impatiently outside. She unlocked the window with the lever at the top, and then opened it. Miley backed away as Rico climbed through.
“Hiya toots!” He greeted.
“Rico.” She responded, sitting back down on the edge of her bed. Her robe rode up to her crotch, and she unconsciously reached down to pull it down.
“Make your decision?” He asked.
Miley nodded, slowly. She was dreading this moment.
Rico looked at her expectantly, clearly waiting her to voice her choice.
Miley opened her mouth, and then closed it again. This was harder than she expected. She forced herself to reopen her mouth, and let the hateful word slip out.
“Yes.”
The younger boy grinned. “I thought you might have said that. You wouldn’t let a big of a secret as that get out.”
“No,” responded Miley. “I couldn’t.”
Rico grinned again, and reached down to his crotch. He began unbuttoning his jeans, smiling at her lewdly as he did. The button came undone and he zipped the fly down, and then let the pants fall to the ground. Rico stepped out of them, and then pulled off his shirt. With the tight fabric of Rico’s boxers, Miley could easily see the outline of Rico’s cock, already semi-hard. So far, it looked to be a good size. Nothing like her dad’s or Oliver’s, but impressive for a boy several years younger than her.
After Rico had pulled of his shirt he stood there, hands on his hips.
“Well. Loose the clothes, slave, and get over here.”
Miley stood up slowly, untying her bathrobe as she did. The robe fall to the ground, exposing her tan, shapely legs, flat stomach, and round, perky breasts. Miley walked closer to Rico, and knelt in front of him. She reached up, and with her fingers grabbed the elastic of his boxers. Miley pulled them down to his ankles and Rico stepped out of them, and she flung them away, leaving Rico’s cock free to flop around.
Like she’d already noticed, his dick was already semi-hard. At the moment, it looked about five-and-a-half inches long. Miley took his cock in her hand, and slowly moved it back and forth. She felt it stiffen in her palm, and began stroking it faster. Within ten seconds Miley felt it harden to its full length, and removed her hand for a closer look. Rico’s fully engorged cock was about seven inches; large for a boy his age, Miley thought.
She looked up at Rico, who was looking down at her, biting his lower lip.
“Over on the bed, slave.” He said, seeing her looking up at him.
Miley backed up so that her panty-clad ass was sitting on the edge of the bed. Rico pushed her back, hard. She fell back, her shoulders and head hitting the mattress. The fifteen-year old boy took hold of her panties and ripped them off her with all the haste he could summon, throwing them over his back across the room. He looked down at the shaven glory before him, and Miley could practically feel his cock pulsating against the warm skin of her thigh, where it rested.
Rico moved up between her legs, pushing them apart and pulling her knees up to his hips as he did so. Miley wrapped her legs around his waist, and locked her feet together behind his back. Rico took his cock in his hand, and guided it to touch the soft lips of Miley’s pussy. At that moment, Miley decided that since this was going to happen anyway, why not enjoy it?

Rico was in heaven. He had the two girls of his dreams, Miley Stewart and Hannah Montana, lying on the bed in front of him, her naked pussy inches away from the tip of his cock. He almost felt bad about blackmailing Miley. Almost.
Rico pushed slightly with his hips, his inflamed cockhead pushing into her wet pussy. As her slippery cunt lips slipped around his engorged cock, he heard Miley gasp and moan.
“Uhhhh!” she gasped, pulling Rico closer to her with her legs, which were wrapped around his waist.
Rico went deeper, feeling the lips of her pussy give way to more and more of his cock and the tight, pulsating feeling of the walls of her cunt. Then Rico was balls deep in Miley, all seven inches of his cock stuffed deep into her young cunt, with Miley groaning from the pleasure of it.
“If I didn’t know any better, Miley, I’d think that you were starting to enjoy this!” He gasped, the words barely escaping his throat.
“Shut up Rico, and fuck me!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. The fifteen year old boy withdrew most of his cock from Miley’s pussy, and then plunged it back in. Miley screamed aloud in pleasure as Rico’s fuckrod withdrew and then thrust back into her. Rico was moving his hips slowly as he got used to the motion, thrusting steadily in and out of her tight cunt hole. Miley squirmed underneath him, letting out little screams of ecstasy every time he bottomed out inside of her. He knew that he wasn’t going to last long, as he felt the pressure building up inside of his balls.
“Uhhnnnnnggggg…” he groaned, as his cock speared her fuck-hole again and again.
“YES!” Miley screamed, her eyes shut tight because of the pleasure. “FUCK ME!”
Rico felt her body shudder as she climaxed, her juices squeezing out between her pussy lips and his cock. He felt them flowing out, and he knew that he wouldn’t be long in cumming.
“I’m going to cum!” He shouted, as he felt the pressure build up to where it had to release.
Miley’s eyes shot open, in panic.
“You can’t come in me!” She yelled, her voice cracking as she did from the ecstasy.
Rico realized what was happening, and immediately pulled out of her gaping cunt. Miley immediately slid forward, her ass falling of the bed and to the floor, so that the back of her head was resting where her ass had been half-a-second before. Rico shoved his hips forward, through Miley’s wide-open lips and into her mouth.
Rico exploded, a spasm shuddering through his body as he began to cum. Ropes and ropes of his jizz shot out of his piss-hole. His hot liquid soon filled her mouth to the brim, and he felt Miley frantically trying to swallow it all before she choked. There was too much though, and Rico looked down and saw streams of his white, liquid seed leaking out of her lips past the base of his cock.
“Ahhhhh” He gasped, as his orgasm ended, his cock giving out a few more pitiful spurts of cum.
He pulled his deflating cock out of Miley’s mouth, and she put her head back and swallowed all of the cum in her mouth and then licked around her lips, getting the jizz that had leaked out of her mouth. Rico nodded to her chest, where several drops of cum had landed. Miley looked down, then very sexily took both of her tits in her hands, and slowly brought them up to her mouth, where she licked them clean one at a time. Rico felt his cock begin to harden again…and then give out, exhausted.
Another day, he thought. Looking down at his flaccid dick, he noticed that the tip was coated in his and her cum. He shoved his cock back towards Miley’s mouth.
“Lick it clean, slave.”
She did as he commanded, as a good slave should. Taking him into her mouth again, she licked and sucked until his cock was shinning clean again. When she was done Rico pulled away, walking towards his clothes. As he bent down to grab his boxers, Miley slide back up so that she was lying on her bed, her body facing Rico and her hand propping her head up. He saw her cum still leaking out of her pussy, as she slowly worked her finger in and out of her own cunt. He stood watching her for a few seconds, standing naked in the middle of her room with his boxers hanging loosely from his hand.
He shook himself out of his trance, and hastily dressed himself. He had his shop on the beach to run, and it always seemed to go downhill when he wasn’t there. When he was fully clothed again, he turned back to the window.
“See ya, toots! I’ll be back for more, don’t you worry. Maybe that fine ass of yours!”
With that the teenage boy climbed back out the window and left the Stewart’s ranch.

Miley lay on her back on her bed, naked. She was still working her fingers in and out of her hairless pussy, not trying to come to an orgasm, just enjoying the feeling. After a few minutes of reflection on what had just happened she realized that she should probably get cleaned up, so she got out of her bed and walked into the bathroom that she and Lily shared. Miley turned the shower on, and when it was hot enough stepped inside, enjoying the feeling of the close-to-scalding water as it ran down her soft skin.

At the same time as Miley was getting in the shower, Lily Truscott was returning home. She and Oliver had gone out for an early breakfast, before he had to go off and practice with his band. He dropped her off in the driveway, and she gave him a quick kiss before hopping out. She waved as he pulled away, and then turned to go in the front door. She turned the knob, and then frowned when it didn’t open. Lily looked through her purse and her pockets for her keys, but remembered that she had left them besides her bed.
“Shit.” She muttered to herself.
Normally, Lily would just go around back and climb the fence to go to the barn that she and Miley shared. But since the door was locked it meant that Robby Ray wasn’t yet up, and he hadn’t yet turned off the house alarms that were also connected to motion sensors by the fence. And Lily didn’t feel like setting off the alarms, which would alert the police and would cause a big hassle. She sighed, looking for a way in.
Lily noticed an open window on the second story to the right of the door, directly above a wall of creeping vines. She wasn’t upstairs enough to know which room the window belonged too, but she didn’t care. All Lily wanted to do was get inside the house. The vines looked strong enough to hold her weight, which wasn’t much, so she put her purse down by the front steps, thinking that she’d climb up, go downstairs and open the door from the inside and grab her purse.
Lily grabbed hold of the highest vine should reach with both of her hands, and then brought her right foot up to rest against another horizontally growing vine. She began climbing, slowly. It wasn’t that hard, sort of like climbing a ladder. Lily quickly made it to the open window, and her eyes crested the sill. As it turned out, the window belonged to a bathroom.
And her eyes widened at the sight she saw. Miley’s dad, Robby Ray, was standing in the shower, slowly jacking off his own cock. Lily was surprised at the size of Robby’s cock, although she wasn’t sure why. It defiantly wasn’t as big as Oliver’s cock, but it looked even thicker. His balls hung low between his thighs, swinging back and forth slowly as Robby’s hips automatically rocked forward. His hand pumped up and down the length of his thick cock, lathered up with soap.
Lily’s hand automatically went down to her crotch, which was aching to be rubbed. But then she realized that she was suspended two stories off the ground, and automatically gave out a little scream as she began to fall back. She caught herself in time, but the noise she made gave her away. Robby’s head snapped around, alerted by the sound. Lily tried to duck her head under the windowsill, but he saw her before she could hide herself.

One second, Robby Ray was beating off in the shower. The next, he heard a high-pitched sound out the open window and looked over, to see his daughter’s friend Lily peaking in. His eyes went wide and he brought both of his hands to his crotch to hide his erection. However, even using both hands wasn’t able to hide his massive lovemeat. Robby reached to the side and grabbed his towel off of a rack and wrapped it around his waist. Then, surprising Robby even more Lily climbed all the way through the window.
“Mr. Stewart! Th-th-the door was l-l-locked, and I knew the a-a-alarm was on, so I saw an open window, a-a-nd climbed up to get in the house! I swear, I didn’t k-k-know that this was your b-b-bathroom, a-a-and I’m s-s-sorry!” Lily stuttered badly, and Robby understood why.
“Lily. I’m sorry that you had to see this.” Responded Robby, no less embarrassed.
“I’m sorry I looked in on you!” She exclaimed.
“It’s alright,” said Miley’s dad.
When Lily didn’t speak or move, Robby looked at her quizzically. He followed her gaze down to his crotch, where the purple, inflamed tip of his cock was peeping out of the towel. He hastily covered himself back up. Lily saw that Robby knew where she was looking, and blushed.
“Sorry,” she said.
“That’s…okay. Normal, I guess.” He said, not sure how to respond.
Lily had been Miley’s friend for many years now, and Robby had watched her grow from an awkward middle schooler to the blond beauty that stood here in front of him. Robby couldn’t deny it; he was attracted to her, as much or maybe more than he was to his daughter, Miley. With her medium sized, round yet perky breasts, athletic body, and voluptuous ass, Lily was a very, very attractive teenager. He’d be lying if he said that he wouldn’t fuck her if he got the chance.
Lily blushed again, looked down, and then looked back up.
“I-I-I’m going to go downstairs now.”
With that, Lily practically ran past Robby Ray, swung the door open, and ran out into the hallway. The door swung closed, leaving Robby alone with his thoughts. He slowly got back into the shower, and into the hot spray of the water. He brought his hand back to his cock, filling his minds with lewd thoughts of Lily as he brought himself to an orgasm.

Lily opened the door to her and Miley’s room, and burst inside. She threw the purse she had retrieved next to her bed, and then threw herself onto the bed itself. At that moment, Miley walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair off with a towel. She was naked. Lily let her eyes linger a second on her perfect tits, and wide, swinging hips.
“Hey Lily,” said Miley, completely unashamed of her nudity.
“Hi Miley,” responded Lily, looking away from her.
“How was your morning with Oliver?” Asked Miley.
“Okay…” She replied, not really paying attention.
Miley stopped in the middle of the room and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Lily. I’m your best friend, I know when something is wrong.”
“Well…its kindof embarrassing.”
“What is it?” She asked. “Did you and Oliver have sex again?”
“What? No! And it’s not like last night was the first time, we’ve been fucking for almost a year!”
“Oh. Sorry. What is it then?”
“Well…I kindof…saw your dad, naked. In the shower.”
Miley didn’t seem worried, or angry, or anything at all. She just asked, calmly, “Just now? What was he doing?”
“He was…taking a shower. I didn’t mean to look in on him, I just needed to get in the house and I saw the open window, so I climbed up, and kinda saw him…masturbating.”
“Oh,” Said Miley, not seeming embarrassed. “He has a pretty good cock, huh?”
Lily was stunned. After all, this was Miley’s dad they were talking about. Miley was still talking.
“Not as big as Oliver’s, but big enough.”
“W-w-what?”
“His cock. How big it is. I’m assuming you saw it.”
“Well…yeah! But…this is your dad. And you’re talking about his dick, like there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“What could be wrong with talking about his dick?”
“He’s your father!”
Miley shrugged. “I guess.”
“Does…does this have anything to do with last night? When you said you weren’t totally inexperienced?”
“Yeah, it does as a matter of fact.”
“Well, what happened! Tell me!”
“Okay, okay. Well, yesterday afternoon before you got home from school, I saw my dad beating off, in his room. I heard what he was saying, and he was imagining that I was sucking his cock! After, I went into the living room to watch TV with him, and…kinda seduced him.”
“Kinda?”
“Yeah. So we had sex, and then I came downstairs and caught you guys.”
“Wow.” Said Lily, thunderstruck. Miley was having sex with her own father! It turned her on. It was actually getting her slightly wet, just thinking about it. Her hand went down to her
“Yeah.”
“I have something to confess to you, too.” Lily said.
“What’s that?”
“You didn’t just walk in on us by accident.”
‘What do you mean?”
“Well…we wanted you too. We’ve been having sex for so long it’s lost its…spice. We needed something to pick it back up. We decided on a threesome.”
Miley wasn’t mad, as Lily thought she might have been. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m glad you guys decided to include me!”
Lily smiled at her. “Of course!”
Miley looked down at Lily lying on the bed, and finally noticed that her hand was down her pants.
“A little hot there, Lily?”
Lily looked down at her crotch, where she was rubbing her pussy slowly under her shorts and panties.
“Just a little. To tell you the truth, finding out about you and your dad turned me on.”
“Oh really. Well there’s another thing that happened, while you were gone last night.”
“PLEASE don’t tell me you’re having sex with your brother.”
“What?! NO! Gross! Anyways, it turned out that Rico was spying on me last night.”
“That evil little…”
“Yeah, him.” Said Miley, cutting her off. “He found out that I was Hannah Montana, and threatened to show the world proof unless I did what he said.”
“Ohh…”
“Yeah. So now, I’m his personal slave. He already came over once.”
“That’s horrible!”
“I guess,” said Miley, shrugging.
“Well…how was it.”
“Nothing to special. He had a decent sized dick, but he barely lasted three minutes.”
“I guess that’s what you have your dad for!”
“I guess so.”
Lily was rubbing herself faster now, and Miley smiled. She threw the towel she was drying off with to the side, and knelt on the edge of Lily’s bed. Miley crawled forward until she was straddling Lily’s legs.
“What are you doing?” Lily asked her.
“Just helping you out,” responded Miley.
The brunette beauty reached up and grabbed hold of Lily’s shorts, and pulled them off of her. Her panties followed soon after, exposed Lily’s pussy. It looked shaven, as she’d noticed before. However, at closer look, Miley saw that she did have hair; just blond. Lily sat up, reaching down to pull of her shirt, and then her bra. Both of them were now naked on the bed.
Miley pushed Lily back so that she was resting against her pillows, and bent closer to Lily’s crotch. She breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of Lily’s already-juicy, blond-fuzzed cunt. Miley brought her fingers closer to Lily’s soaking cunt, pulling apart the slippery lips of her lovehole. Miley let her fingers drag along the edge of her pussy, eliciting a small gasp as a shock ran through Lily’s body. Her finger touched Lily’s taut clit, and Lily’s back arched as another shock of pleasure ran through her body.
“Here!” gasped Lily, barely getting the word out. “Spin around!”
Miley didn’t need a second invitation. She crawled around Lily, crouching over her face and planting her pussy right over her mouth.
“Ready?” Asked Miley.
Not deigning to answer, Lily dove right in. Her mouth went around Miley’s recently de-virginized cunt, her tongue slipping between the soft folds of her cunt lips. Feeling Lily’s mouth massaging her pussy, Miley brought her own head down, and gently licked the length of Lily’s. Her hips began to hump Lily’s face, driver her tongue deeper and deeper. Miley stabbed her tongue down Lily’s pussy, as her own pussy began to splatter her juices over Lily’s face.
Lily hung on to Miley’s moving hips, lashing out furiously with her tongue, causing Miley to moan repeatedly. Lily was moaning too, as Miley lightly bit her clit and shoved her tongue through the lips of her cunt.

Rico was creeping up the walk to Miley’s room, trying to stay unnoticed in case his friend/enemy Jackson was home, or their dad. When he got to Miley’s window, he peaked in and the sight took his breathe away. On the bed inside, Miley was currently French kissing another girls pussy, while the girl did the same to her, un the 69 position. After a second, he realized that it was Lily.
Holy fuck.
Then, a hand grabbed his shoulder.
“Hey! Rico! What the hell are you doing outside my sister’s room!”
It was Jackson.
“Uhh uhhh…”
“Are you spying on her?” Asked Jackson.
Rico tried to articulate the words, but the sight inside still had him stunned.
“What’s happening in there?”
When Rico didn’t answer Jackson pushed him aside and went in for a look.
Holy shit!
Inside he saw his sister, his own sister, in the 69 position with her tightbody friend, Lily. Neither of them had noticed him or Rico, thankfully. Then, Jackson heard another voice.
“Jackson? What are you and Rico doing out here?”
It was his dad, Robby Ray.
“Uhhh uhhh.” Jackson found himself in the same position as Rico had been.
“What are you looking at?”
Robby Ray walked down the walk and easily peered over his short son’s shoulder.
Goddam. I don’t believe it.
“Damn that hot.” he muttered, under his breath.
Jackson looked up at him in surprise. “Dad?”
“What?”
“That’s Miley in there.”
“Yeah?”
“Just making sure you knew.”
The three guys stood outside the window, looking in on Miley and Lily and feeling the blood flow to each of their cocks.
“Yo guys what’s going on?” Came a fourth voice.
Robby Ray turned around and saw Oliver standing in the doorway to the house, with his guitar slung over one shoulder. Not bothering with words, Robby gestured for Oliver to come over. Frowning, the teenage boy placed his guitar inside the house and jogged up the path. He glanced in the window that the other three guys were so intent on, and gaped.
“Damn.” he said aloud.
“Right?” said Jackson.
Oliver looked at Robby and Jackson. “You guys know that that’s Miley, right?”
“Yeah?” they both said.
“Just checking.”
The four guys stood outside the window for the next few seconds, taking in the sight. Then Oliver spoke up again.
“Well I for one am not going to waste this opportunity.”
He turned away from the window, and slowly opened up the door. The two girls remained oblivious. He slowly crept in, pulling down his pants and boxers as he went. Miley glanced up and saw him, but he held a finger to his lips. She nodded, and went back to work. Oliver finished undressing and climbed up onto the bed, holding his ten and a half inch cock with his right hand. Miley brought her head back up out of the way, as Oliver guided his cocktip closer to Lily’s snatch.
“Why are you stopping?” Asked Lily.
Then she gasped as the unexpected feeling of Oliver’s giant member entered her pussy, sliding past the soaking wet lips of her cunt.
“Ahhhhh…” she moaned.
Lily went back to pleasuring Miley’s warm and wet pussy as Oliver began pulling in and out of her. Oliver noticed Miley’s dad walk into the room at this time, and stopped his thrusting in surprise when he saw him stripping down too. Robby looked at him, and motioned for him to keep going. Miley hadn’t yet noticed her father in the room. He went back to thrusting in and out of Lily’s tight snatch, while he watched as Robby climbed up on the bed by Lily’s head and Miley’s ass, lining up his surprisingly-large cock with Miley’s cunt.
With one quick thrust he entered her tight pussy from behind, causing Miley to scream out in surprise.
“AHHH!” she screamed.
Miley and Lily groaned and moaned as Oliver and Robby thrusted in and out of their teenage cunts, grunting as they did. Miley looked up, and saw Rico and Jackson standing in the doorway. She wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, not even thinking that Jackson was her brother.
“Jackson! Rico! Get in here!”
The two boys looked at one another, and then fought each other to get through the door first. They stripped down as quick as they could, before standing in front of the bed, holding their cocks in their hands. Miley pulled Oliver’s cock out of Lily’s cunt, and motioned for him to back up. Robby noticed, and backed up as well. Miley climbed off of Lily, and Lily sat up next to her.
“Get over here, Rico.” Said Miley.
The young boy climbed up onto the bed, and laid flat on his back. Lily had Jackson do the same thing, so that the tops of their heads were touching. Miley climbed atop of Rico, straddling his hips. She reached behind her and grabbed his cock which was lying on his stomach, guiding the engorged cocktip to her puffed out and sensitive pussy, while Lily did the same to Jackson. Miley sat back slowly, letting her pussy lips glide smoothly down the length of Rico’s cock. When she had impaled herself all the way down on Rico’s seven inches, she motioned for her dad to come back over.
Robby did so, eagerly. He climbed up behind her stationary ass, not quite sure what to do next. He’d had sex plenty of times before, but never with another guy in the picture. Miley cleared it up for him in the next second.
“Fuck me in the ass, dad!”
Robby grinned, delighted at the prospect to have his daughter’s ass cherry. He took his large cock in his hand and lined it up with Miley’s tight little ass bud.
“Put it in me dad!”
Robby pressed forward, and the tip of his dick entered her asshole. She screamed out, surprised by the feeling although expecting it. Robby thrusted in farther, and more of his fuckrod disappeared into Miley’s anal orifice. Robby glanced up for a second from Miley’s perfect ass and saw Oliver about to entered Lily from behind, as well.
“Damn you’re tight Miley,” said Robby as he tried to force his inflamed cock farther up her ass.
“Uhhhnnnggnnn” was her only response, unable to articulate words.
Robby eventually got most his meat into Miley’s ass, and was unable to slide the last two in. Miley began rocking her hips forward and back, sliding off and back on Rico’s cock while Robby humped her ass. The same was happening to Lily, and her hair began whipping back and forth as she began to move faster.
“Ahhhhh!” screamed Lily and Miley together.
Rico and Jackson were moving their hips now to, and the girls could hardly bear it as two cocks slid in and out of their tight bodies.
“Uh. Uh. Uh.” Grunted Miley, as Robby’s nine inch member thrust in and out of her. Waves upon waves of pleasure racked her body, as the two dicks slid in and out of her. She thrashed around as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, screaming at the tops of her lungs as Robby and Rico’s fuckshafts penetrated her repeatedly, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
“FUCK ME!” Screamed Miley.
“YES!” Screamed Lily, immediately afterwards.
The two girls climaxed at the same time, pussy juices flowing out of their cunts and around the cocks stuffed in their fuckholes.
“AHHHHHHH…!” They both screamed, as their bodies squirmed and spasmed, still gyrating on Rico and Jackson with Robby and Oliver pounding away with their large fucksticks. Miley looked up at Lily’s bouncing tits, and leaned forward to kiss her. There mouths met and their tongues danced together, entwining in Lily’s mouth and then Miley’s as they sought for supremacy over one another’s mouths. The four men saw the two girls kissing and all groaned as their pent-up loads began coming to a climax.
“I’m about to blow!” groaned Robby.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Yelled Oliver.
Rico and Jackson yelled the same thing. Miley and Lily immediately sprung off of the boys on bottom, causing Oliver and Robby to fall out at the same time. They knelt down on the floor in front of the bed next to each other, waiting to receive the mens’ loads. The four guys got the idea quick and sprung out of the bed quickly, forming a semi-circle around the two teenage beauties. Miley reached up and began pumping her hands up and down Robby’s and Jackson’s cocks while Lily jacked off her boyfriend’s and Rico’s.
“Uhhhhhh,” they groaned, as the two girls’ hands brought them to their blowing point.
Thick ropes of cum shot from the ends of their cocks, arcing out to hit Miley and Lily. Stream after stream of jizz hit the two awaiting girls, landing in hair, in open mouths, faces, and perfect breasts. In the end, the two best friends were practically covered in their milky-white seed, as they slowly stopped jacking the men off. Robby, Oliver, Rico and Jackson all sat back on the bed, sighing. Their cocks began to deflate, slowly becoming flaccid as the energy drained out of them.
Lily and Miley turned to one another, their mouths still full of un-swallowed cum. They melted into a kiss, trading cum back and forth sloppily, the white jizz leaking out of their mouths and down to their chests. They eventually swallowed the load of cum, and then took turns licking the rest of each other’s face and tits, sucking on nipples. Lily put her head back and Miley knelt up straighter, letting the cum in her mouth drip out and land in Lily’s. The blond girl smiled and brought her head back up, gently guiding Miley’s head back in the position hers had been. She let all the sperm from her mouth drop lazily back into Miley’s who swallowed it all.
The two teenagers turned back to the four men, who were staring at them in lust. Miley looked down at the Robby’s and then Oliver’s cocks, and saw them start to inflate again. The same thing was happening to Rico and Jackson.
“Wow, guys.” Said Miley. “It looks as if you want some more.”
“You know it, honey.” Replied her dad.
“Well then get over here, and let me suck your cock.”
The brunette girl smiled as the four men stood up again, knowing that it was going to be a long but great night. And many nights after that.
The End.

Alright guys, that concludes the Hannah Montana series. I have a basic outline for the Suite Life on Deck one, but if you have any suggestions I would love them. PM me or email me, [email protected]
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Christ, but how was I supposed to stand it?
It’s bad enough when you want someone from afar, and when you see
them from time to time you get this longing in the pit of your stomach. But
when every day you are around someone who makes your stomach do
somersaults, it’s enough to tax the sanity if any girl.
Yet there I was, day in, day out, faced with her. Trying so hard to
keep on top of my feelings, but it was becoming a bit of a nightmare.
Time here for a bit of background. I was a first year medical
student in London. I belonged to the ‘work hard, play hard’ school, which
means lots of essays and even more drunkenness. I did the whole dyke thing,
of course, who wouldn’t in London? But I was always the type to never let
my heart have anything to do with what I was doing. A few one night stands,
nothing serious, just having some fun. Gradually working my way though the
lesbian population of Soho.
Until now. Isn’t it always the way that you can go for months never
noticing someone, but then once you do, you never seem to stop running into
them? And I’d never fallen this hard before.
There I was, late on a Tuesday night, working away in the medical
library in a desperate attempt to get some such essay done in time for a
deadline. Big pile of textbooks next to me, and myself oblivious to all
around me, which wasn’t a great deal anyway, most people had long called it
a night.
Suddenly a tap on my shoulder. I swing around, irritated at being
disturbed while my train of thought was working so well. And there she was,
I will never forget what I saw before me. The most beautiful face, with
perfectly proportioned features and a knowing look which, as I was to
discover, never went away. Her hair was a dark blonde, not unlike mine
though longer, with streaks that suggested recent highlights. Her eyes were
blue and very intense, although they readily smiled. Difficult to judge
when I was sitting down, but I thought slightly shorter than me, but with a
fabulous figure. I could see that even though she was well wrapped up – it
was cold out. I stared for a second, taken in by her, then remembered
myself and straightened up.
“Can I help you?” I stammered.
“Yeah,” she replied, “It’s just that you’ve got the last copy of
this,” as she pointed to a book titled Functional Anatomy or something
similar, “and seeing as you don’t seem to be using it I was wondering if I
could borrow it for five minutes.”
“Er, sure, do,” I said, worried that I was appearing all
flustered. I gave her the book, and she smiled, thanked me, and returned to
her desk. I turned back to my work, exhaled, and wondered what the hell
just happened to me. I tried to get back to my essay after that, but it
wasn’t easy, and I kept glancing over my shoulder to look at
her. Fortunately she had her back to me.
Not long afterwards, she came back with the book. Again she took me
by surprise, although I think I did a little better that time. Already,
however, all I wanted to do was throw her down on the table and take her
right there and then. I suspect that may not have gone down too well with
anyone else though.
In the days following that encounter I kept running into her, in
lectures, seminars and the library. She was clearly in my year, and
whenever she was around I found my eyes following her, taking in her
beauty. Never before in my life had I had feelings like this for someone, I
found myself thinking of her when I shouldn’t, and in ways that I
shouldn’t. Being on the same course it was inevitable that we would have
friends, or friends-of-friends, in common, and I started to make some
enquiries. Within a few weeks I had learnt that her name was Kate, she was
from somewhere up north, single… but straight. Admittedly I had expected
nothing else, but there is always that hope.
I didn’t really get to speak with her though. We would nod hello in
the corridors when we passed one another, occasionally stretching to a
‘hi’, but nothing more. It was driving me crazy, and I found myself
dreaming of her at night. I went out a few times during this time, and even
spent the night with a woman I’d met in a club. Normally, I would have had
a great time, after all, the sex itself was good, but I just wasn’t really
bothered. It was then that I realized that I didn’t want to have anymore
random one night stands, but that instead I had to have Kate.
So when I wandered into the med school cafe and saw her sitting
by herself I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. I bought myself a
doughnut and a juice, and walked over to her.
“Anyone sitting here?” I asked.
“Huh?” she said, awaking from whatever daydream had been occupying
her, “Oh, hi. No, go ahead.”
“Thanks,” I said, and sat down opposite. “So…” I started, and
then realized I had very little to say.
She rescued me. “Have you done the essay for Professor White yet?”
Okay, it wasn’t exciting, but it was better than an awkward silence.
“No,” I replied, “but he doesn’t want it until Monday so I’ve
plenty of time.”
“Monday?” she said, “I thought it was Thursday.”
“I hope not,” I said, “I can’t do it before then. Hang on, how did
you know he was my tutor?”
“I’ve seen you go in to see him after me sometimes.” She
paused. “I’m sorry,” she finally said, “it sounds silly, but I have no idea
what your name is.”
“Rebecca,” I answered.
“I’m Kate,” she said. This improved things. I said I knew, she
asked how, I said we had friends in common, and suddenly we seemed to find
common ground. Before I knew it, we were chatting away like a pair of old
friends. Eventually she said she had to go, and I said goodbye, but at last
the ice had been broken.
We had several more canteen meetings like that, and in each one I
felt I got to know her a little better. I was delighted to discover that
her beauty was not her be all and end all of her, and very soon we had what
I would call a real friendship. She knew I was gay, it was common knowledge
as I never tried to hide it, but never showed any inkling of knowing how I
felt.

One morning, after a particularly mind numbing lecture I passed her
as we all left the lecture theatre. “That was painful,” I said.
“Oh yes,” she agreed, “and of course, you just know that’ll come up
in the exam.”
“I’ve got an essay to do this afternoon too,” I added, “I’m going
to need a drink tonight.”
“Let’s have one then,” she suggested. This took me aback. All our
encounters had been in the safe environment of the canteen or the med
school, now she wanted a drink? But my brain worked quickly, this was too
good to pass up.
“I’m too knackered to go out,” I said, “I’ve got a bottle of wine
in my room, why don’t you come by tonight and help me drink it.”
“Sure,” she said, smiled, and went on her way.
Well, any thoughts of getting the essay done went to pieces then. I
spent the entire afternoon in a state, desperately trying to make my room
presentable while at the same time deciding what to wear. I wanted to look
good without appearing to have gone to any special trouble. In the back of
my mind I knew it was silly, the girl was straight for heaven’s sake, but I
still wanted to make a good impression. In the end I opted for a tight
sleeveless top and my favourite (if far too big for me) jeans – I’m sure I
could have done better, but I figured I’d make a better impression if I was
more comfortable.
Afternoon turned to evening, and my pulse started to race with
nerves. Still no sign of her. I threw on the TV, tried to read a magazine,
I couldn’t settle. Finally, a knock on the door. “It’s open,” I called.
The door opened and Kate walked in, looking stunning as usual. I
greeted her, trying not to let my nerves show, and poured two glasses from
the bottle of red I had standing on my desk. We got chatting, as usual, and
soon my nerves had all but gone away. The TV was still on in the
background, there was some American drama on, but I wasn’t paying it any
real attention.
One of the women on the show caught my eye though (hey, I could
still appreciate an attractive woman even if I was only focused on one) and
I voiced my opinion of her. Nothing unusual there. But Kate’s reaction
completely threw me.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she said.
I looked at her. “What?” I spluttered.
“I said I agree with you,” she said.
There was a pause. “Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked.
“Oh, come on,” she said, “like you hadn’t guessed.”
“Guessed what? You’re gay?” Oh God, I thought. Composure, where are
you?
Kate lowered her voice. “Yeah, but no-one here knows. I like to
keep it like that.”
“Christ,” I said, “I thought you were straight. I mean, I had no
idea… it’s just… oh dear, I’m not helping, am I?”
She half-laughed. “I thought you of all people would be the least
shocked.”
“I’m just… surprised. Are you… with anyone?”
“No.” she said. “I was. Back at home, there were one or two. But
not right now.”
I thought I would melt. I reached for the bottle of wine and
refilled her glass, then my own. She was sitting on my bed, leaning against
the wall, about a foot away from me. She’d had a good three glasses of wine
by now, and I got up to get another bottle that I started to uncork.
“That’s one of the reasons I came here tonight,” she continued as I
peeled away the foil, “It gets to the point where I need to tell someone,
you know?”
I nodded. “One of the reasons?” I asked?
“Well, that and the fact that I get to admire your ass when you
have your back to me like that.”
I turned around to face her, suddenly feeling very self-conscious,
while at the same time quietly euphoric. Even so, I knew why she was
uninhibited all of a sudden. “You’re pissed,” I told her.
“Probably,” she said, “now come and sit back down.”
I left the bottle to stand and sat myself down again next to
her. As I leant back, she repositioned herself so that she was ever so
slightly leaning over me. Before I could say anything her she took my face
in her hands and her lips met mine in the most tentative of kisses. I
pulled back slightly, taken completely aback, but she looked me in the eyes
and I knew then that she meant it. The quiet euphoria I had been feeling
turned into total and utter delight and I kissed her again. Her lips were
so soft; I could have kissed them forever. Opening my mouth slightly, I
probed her lips with my tongue and was rewarded with her tongue making its
way into my mouth. The passion between us began to grow as our tongues
began a dance so sweet, exploring one another with the wonder only found in
a first kiss.
I don’t know how long that kiss lasted, we were lost in the moment,
but after some time I pulled away and began to kiss her neck. Kate
obligingly threw her head back, giving me access to all of her neck, and I
hungrily ran my tongue over it, tracing the line of her
windpipe. Simultaneously I undid the top button of her shirt, then stopped,
for fear of appearing too forward. No need to worry though, as she placed
her hands on my waistline and started to run them over my stomach under my
untucked top, her fingertips slowly working their way upwards towards my
breasts. Her touch felt like electricity over my skin and I felt my nipples
staring to harden in anticipation. I kissed her again, practically seizing
her lips with my own and plunging my tongue into the moist depths of her
mouth. I resumed my work on the buttons on her shirt, and before long it
was hanging open. Still kissing her deeply, I pushed the shirt back over
her shoulders, and unhooked her bra, pulling back to let it fall away.
Her newly freed breasts were now before me, and so struck was I by
them that I just gazed for a second or two, perhaps longer, I don’t
know. She smiled as I looked on; no doubt delighted by the way I was in awe
of her body. Finally I tilted my head and again caressed the side of her
neck with my lips, but this time I worked my way downward. Kate moaned
quietly as I started to play her breasts with my tongue, exploring all of
them, kissing them, licking and occasionally gently nipping her skin. All
the while I was deliberately avoiding her pink nipples, which were standing
to attention so well; she would wait a little for that pleasure. Instead my
head went down between her breasts and I began to pay the same attention to
her firmly toned stomach. She was beneath me now, and I could tell by the
sounds she made that she was highly frustrated by my passing over her
nipples. At last I took pity on her and took her left nipple into my mouth
with the gentlest of suctions. However, she was still thrusting her breast
at me, so I sucked harder, deeper, I could almost feel her nipple grow in
my mouth as she let out a more satisfied groan.
I began to run my fingertips along her thigh, rucking up her skirt
in the process and causing her to part her legs a little. I could tell from
the aroma that she was wet, and that thought made my own juices start to
flow. I thought about all those fantasies I’d had about her before now,
like the time that I so desperately wanted to make love to her in the
library, and I also thought of all the times in the last few weeks when I’d
been touching myself while my head was filled with images of her. All that
time I’d wanted to have her in my bed like this, and now I did. I turned my
attention to her other nipple, all the while looking her right in the
eyes. The look on her face was one of raw lust, and how badly I wanted to
feel her climax beneath me, screaming out my name – I could hardly wait any
longer. I undid her skirt from behind, then pulled it down, tearing away
her knickers in the process, leaving her naked body sprawled out on my bed.
Not breaking eye contact my mouth started its decent. I started to
kiss the inside of her thighs, every breath filling my lungs with her
musky, womanly scent. I could see now how wet she was, her pussy was
glistening. Covering it was a fine coat of hair, darker than that on her
head – I started to question in my head her credentials as a true
blonde… but now was not the time.
I could contain myself no longer; I had to have her. I ran the tip
of my tongue over her pussy lips so lightly, so that she could only just
feel it, and I felt her body tense up, then relax. I probed a little
deeper, savouring her taste – so familiar yet unique to her at the same
time. Running my tongue up the length of her pussy, I came across her clit,
which was so hard and clearly enlarged. Every time I touched it, she would
moan a little louder, and I remained here for a time, toying with her,
teasing her. After a while, though, I felt the need to go deeper, so I move
my tongue downwards and found her opening. I could tell by the way she was
writhing about that she wanted me to enter her, and who was I to let her
down? I slid my tongue into her pussy, as far as it would go, and licked
her from the inside. She was filling my mouth with her hot juices, and I
found myself not being able to get enough of the taste of her. However I
could sense that she needed more than just my tongue filling her, so I
returned my mouth to her clit and instead slipped first one, then two, then
three fingers inside her.
Well, that did it. She began squirming franticly as my fingers
rhythmically plunged in and out of her. I made a seal around her clit and
started to suck on it, and as I did this I felt her entire body begin to
contract. Clearly she was reaching her orgasm, and she started crying out
louder:
“Oh, God, yes, that’s it… oh yeeeaaahhhhh, that’s sooo
goooooood… ohmigod I’m gonna come… yeeeeeeessssssssss!
YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!” I continued to work her until the
bucking and the screaming subsided. I looked up and saw that she was
panting hard, and as I did she looked at me and smiled. “That was
amazing. So good. Come here and hold me.”
I eased my fingers out of her pussy; they were coated with her
juices, so I licked each of them clean, enjoying every last drop of her
wonderful wetness. Then I raised myself up on my arms and moved up the bed
to join her. When our heads were level she grabbed mine and pulled it to
hers, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Then she collapsed back onto the
bed as I lay down besides her, and she shuffled into my arms. We remained
like that for a time, and I held her so tight, something I had never really
bothered to do with any of my previous lovers. From time to time I kissed
the top of her head or her forehead, and I felt a deep sense of well being.
After some time, Kate turned to me and kissed me again. “You are so
gorgeous,” she said.
“What about you?” I replied, “Do you have any idea how much trouble
you have caused me recently?”
“How so?” she asked.
“Do you remember when you borrowed that book from me in the
library?”
“Sure, why?”
“Well, ever since then I’ve been crazy about you,” I went on, “Only
I thought It was useless.”
She smiled again. “Really? Wow.” She paused. “I thought you weren’t
too bad yourself.”
I blushed as she nuzzled herself against my neck, then she looked
down at the rest of me.
“This will never do, you know.”
“What,” I asked, terrified that I had committed some awful faux
pas.
“You are still dressed,” she said with a wry smile, “and that is
clearly wrong.”
“So what are you gonna do about it then?” I asked.
“This,” she replied, turning to kiss me again. Once more I felt
myself drowning in her, as I wrapped my arms around her neck, trying to
pull her closer to me than was possible. As she kissed me from above I felt
her hands venture downward and start to undo my belt. All my senses were
fine tuned as she undid my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down. I
knew I was wet, and for some reason my legs were very willing to open. I
sat up and took my top off, and now I, too, was naked. Kate looked me up
and down, then smiled, and started to run her tongue down my neck, then
onto my breasts. My nipples were so hard, and I gasped when her tongue
passed over one of them.
As she paid attention to my breasts with her mouth, I could feel
her stoking my inner thigh with her fingers, each stroke going a little
higher than the last. Eventually she reached my now soaking pussy, and I
felt all my muscles clench as she ever so lightly started to caress my
clit.
“Stop,” I said, suddenly, and she looked alarmed, but when she saw
the dirty expression on my face she appeared less worried. I’ve always been
more of a giver than a taker, and never allowed myself to be taken unless
I’ve had a good few goes myself first. I reached under my bed and pulled
out a large shoebox, my ‘box of tricks’ if you will. She immediately picked
up on how my mind was working and appeared delighted. I opened the box, and
took out an ample sized purple dildo (not for me, these ‘super realistic’
ones – if I wanted to be involved with actual penises, I’d be straight.)
and a leather harness. I rummaged around a little more and found another
dildo, and then looked back at Kate who wore an expression of glee.
“One thing you have to know about me,” I said as I put on the
harness and slid the second dildo into myself, with a gasp, “is that I’m a
very generous person. And I’m not done with you yet.”
“I can live with that,” said Kate as she gazed at the purple dildo,
which was now in place perpendicular to my body. Then she pushed me back
down onto the bed, so that I was on my back and she was straddling my
stomach.
I could see that she was going to be in charge here, but as I was
still getting to have my wicked way, I wasn’t complaining. Her pussy was
just above me and I could feel her moisture on my stomach. I was so getting
off on the view of this gorgeous woman naked above me, then to my delight
she shuffled back a few inches and lowered herself onto my waiting
shaft. The dildo must have been some eight or nine inches, and the whole
thing disappeared into her. She let out a long moan as it filled her, then
looked down at me. I gave a little thrust and she moaned again, before
raising herself two thirds of the way up again. Then she sank down as
before, and continued this rhythm, all the time getting a little faster and
a little harder. I could sense how close she was getting to orgasm, and I
reached forward and massaged her throbbing clit while she rode me so well,
all the time her moaning becoming louder and louder – I was thankful that
most of my corridor had gone out tonight. Finally she leant back and with
one last thrust I buried the dildo inside her as she came, almost yelling
the place down. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her whole
body was stiff as the sounds subsided and she silently screamed.
When she came back down to earth I was grinning up at her as she
panted. She still had the dildo inside her and as I sat up to put my arms
around her she moaned again, ever so softly. “Don’t tell me there’s more
in the pot,” I said, eyes wide. “Why don’t you find out?” she replied,
with and expression that said ‘take me again’ so blatantly. This girl
amazed me – personally I have never been able to come more than once – or
twice very occasionally – in quick succession, yet here she was, obviously
demanding more. Well, who was I to deny her?
“You’re incredible,” I managed to say between kisses. Keeping
myself inside her, I manouvered the pair of us so that she was beneath
me. I kissed her again, exploring her mouth once more, before raising
myself up on my arms. This must have altered the angle of the dildo inside
her because she squirmed with delight. Then I eased myself out of her a
little, and she looked disappointed, but I reassured her that there was a
reason for this. I lifted one of her thighs and bent down a little so that
I could get her knee over my shoulder, then did the same with the other
leg, before thrusting into her once again. She very nearly came there and
then. “Oh my God,” she gasped, “you are so deep inside me, I feel so full I
can’t believe it.”
I was right up to the hilt in her, and I started to make slow
thrusting motions, and I could see very quickly that she was starting to
lose control. I too was having difficulties, as every time I pushed into
her it affected the dildo that was inside my pussy. She started making more
and more noise as I increased the intensity of my motions, and I realized
that the incoherent sounds were her repeating my name over and over.
I drove into her open pussy so hard now, and again she was coming,
losing control of herself. She was bucking on the bed, and it was hard work
keeping up with her, but I did. Inside my own pussy I could feel the
movement of the second dildo, and while is wasn’t enough to make me come,
the pleasure was making me work her even harder, until finally the
collapsed with a sigh and I became dislodged.
Her entire body, and now mine too, was damp with sweat, and as she
lowered her legs I fell into her arms, kissing her as I did so. She was
breathing heavily, and I could tell that she was now well and truly
spent. Her lips met mine lazily, and she wrapped her arms around me. I
buried my face between her neck and her shoulder, and we lay like that for
a while, not saying anything, she enjoying the afterglow.
After a while, Kate spoke. “That was amazing. I’ve never been taken
like that in my life. Where did you learn to do that?”
“You don’t want to know,” I replied, not because the answer was
bad, but I just didn’t feel that now was the time to go through my sexual
history.
“Well,” she said, “whoever it was, I’m grateful to her.”
“I’m grateful to you.” I murmured.
“Why?”
“I’ve never… cared before,” I said, “before, all I ever had
were meaningless one-offs, apart from a couple of fairly insignificant
relationships. This is different.”
“Where do you see us going then,” she asked.
I lifted myself up again, and looked her in the eyes. “I really
like you,” I said, “and I don’t want this to be a one off. I…” I tailed
off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
“Tell me,” she said softly.
I paused. “I can see myself falling in love with you.” I was amazed
at myself for thinking it, let alone saying it. This was me, who had spent
her life putting emotional barriers between her and every woman she came
into contact with. I worried that I had said too much, too soon, but Kate
smiled at me and kissed me.
“I can see it too,” she said finally.
I think we must have dozed off in each other’s arms at that point,
because I remember waking about half an hour later. The light was still on,
and when I looked up at Kate her eyes were opening too.
We lay there for a while, then I felt her hands move down my sides.
“I seem to remember that you haven’t had anything yet,” she said.
I smiled. “Is that an offer then?”
“I think it might just be.”
She kissed me again, lightly at first, but a sudden surge of
passion inside me made me plunge my tongue into her mouth, and she returned
the compliment. Meanwhile, the hands that had been going down my thighs
found the dildo and harness that were still in place. She seemed surprised
to find them still there, but set about unfastening the strap, and pulling
them all away from my body. I moaned slightly when the dildo from inside me
slid out, and then moaned some more when I felt her fingertips start to
caress me. She was just playing with my pussy to start with, introducing
herself to a previously unexplored part if me. Her other hand was kneading
my breasts, while she was continuing to inspect the inside of my mouth with
that hot tongue of hers.
The fingers on my pussy were deftly rubbing between my lips, before
she found my clit. This first contact made me arch my back and gasp, and
she seemed delighted by my reaction. She then knelt up and gathered up the
dildoes a harness and put them on (or in) herself just as I had. I must
have visibly reacted to this because she told me that I would have to wait
a little longer for that, before resuming kissing me, though this time all
over my neck. Her lips started to work down my body once again, only this
time I was in no mood to stop her. After she was satisfied that my breasts
and nipples had had all the attention they deserved she ran her tongue down
over my stomach, tracing every curve. Still she continued downward, and I
was terrified that she would deliberately avoid my dripping pussy just to
frustrate me, so it was a pleasant surprise when she did not. The moment I
felt her tongue touch my clit I was on fire, and found myself grinding my
pussy into her face so hard. I was smearing my wetness all over her, but I
didn’t care, and neither, it seemed, did she.
She started to suck on my clit and the sensations had my writhing
about even more, and before long I found myself on the edge of orgasm. Just
as I was about to come, though, Kate pulled away from me. Before I could
protest, however, she ordered me to turn around so that I was on all
fours. I was so frustrated from the timing of her stopping that I was
tempted to sulk, but so desperate to experience what she had in store that
I eagerly complied. Once I was settled I felt the head of the dildo against
the entrance of my pussy, then is was pushed in a little, then all the
way. My arms nearly gave way at that point, but I just about kept my
composure and instead pushed back onto it. Kate was filling me so deeply I
nearly came there and then, and as she began to get a rhythm going she
reached around with one hand and began to rub my clit. I felt her lips on
the back of my neck and my shoulders, and with every thrust I was getting
closer and closer to going over the edge.
Finally, I felt the first spasms of my orgasm radiate out from my
pussy, and I was screaming out as every muscle in my body tense. Every
stroke on my clit was like an electric shock in my body as I ground myself
backwards onto Kate. I kept thinking I couldn’t take any more, and then
another wave would crash through me better than the last. Finally my arms
did give way and I fell onto the pillow, panting so hard, but feeling more
incredible than ever before.
After a second or two, I felt Kate’s body on top of mine and her
kissing me on the cheek. Weakly, I turned to face her, and put my arms
around her. No words were said, but none needed to be. I was happier than I
could remember being, and everything felt so right. Again we must have
drifted off, because the next thing I remember is being woken by her
kissing my forehead in the morning.

We stayed together until the end of medical school. When we got our
first house jobs, we were so far from one another that the relationship
fizzled out slowly. We went our separate ways, but I never really fell out
of love with her. Some years later, though, I ran into her in my hospital,
and discovered that she had been for an interview for a post, unaware that
I worked there. She got the job, and we were able to rekindle our
relationship. But that’s another story…

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“Baby, you are a woman of immense sexual power and mystery,” I whispered as I watched mesmerised and very turned on as Ric kissed and licked her glorious forty-three inch dimple free arse as she leaned over a table before he fucked her.

“You love to stretch the limits of sexual pleasure and sexual engagement, your body and persona scream sex. And I love it.

“After this you owe me baby, I want that gorgeous sex bomb girlfriend Gloria of yours next week while you watch.”

“Okay, deal, look forward to it,” she smiled as Ric continued kissing her ass with a throbbing erection.

Watching him grab her ass cheeks then slowly slide his ten-inch cock into her as he built up a rhythm was a real turn on, especially the noise he made as he slapped into her ass cheeks.

That was a week ago when I arranged a younger bi-sexual man to pleasure both of us for Anne’s forty-fifth birthday.

As part of the arrangement after Anne had him, he gave me a tremendous blow job while Anne watched as she stood behind me and teased my nipples. At the same time I could feel her grinding her pubic hair into my ass while she offered encouragement and ogled his huge cock.

The only sex we have had since then is oral sex just once four days ago. I almost feel inadequate with my eight-inch cock after watching Anne take Ric’s huge ten-inch erection in her cunt for one orgasm, then in her ass for another orgasm.

One week later we are in a similar situation. Anne is grinding her pubic hair into my ass while she offers encouragement while her girlfriend is blowing me.

Her girlfriend Gloria really is a gorgeous sex bomb. A tallish and very attractive size 14 blond with a full, voluptuous figure. Gloria has it all legs, ass and tits and she is very uninhibited.

When Anne invited her over she explained why: the expectations of a threesome and the circumstances. Gloria was on the phone with her for at least forty minutes and I could hear Anne telling her how she had ten inches for her birthday present while I watched, enjoyed, masturbated and received a blow job from the other man.

“I owe my man and he asked for you. We are kindred spirits when it involves sexual pleasure and enjoyment. Should be lots of fun and very good sex for all of us,” Anne said as she finished the conversation.

After some small talk when Gloria arrived she was determined to play the moment and maximize the obvious sexual tension.

“You two have quite a reputation for your sexual antics. I am very pleased to be part of it today and really looking forward to it.

“Who wants to be naked first? She teased as she took my shirt off and rubbed her hands over my chest,

“I am going to enjoy Anne watching me pleasure you,” Gloria smiled as she removed my shoes and trousers.

“How about you Anne, are you going to enjoy watching me pleasure your man?” Gloria asks as she removes my tiny black g-string.

“Your cock is far too big for that.

“Would you like me to undress you as well?” Gloria asks without waiting for an answer a she lifts Anne’s very short dress over her head leaving her stark naked apart from high heels.

“Love your body, magnificent thighs and that glorious big ass is to die for.

“Now me,” Gloria smiles as she undoes a long zip and shrugs out of her dress leaving her completely naked.

Gloria really has it all, a full voluptuous figure, legs, ass and tits and she is very uninhibited as we are about to find out.

“I wish you knew how much I have been looking forward to this. Sex with you two is the talk of the town.

“What would you like me to do to heighten your sexual pleasure while Gloria blows you?” Anne asks.

“I love watching you masturbate with your vibrator and the pleasure it gives you with me watching,” I answer.

“And so I shall, I love to please my man sexually. Your turn on is my turn on and right now that really will be a turn on with Gloria watching as well.

Gloria has her hands all over me as Anne positions herself in a chair with a huge vibrator in one hand and teases her cunt lips with two fingers of the other hand.

“Ready when you are,” she purrs as Gloria sits in chair and positions me so she can suck my cock and watch Anne, and Anne watch us at the same time.

The moment Gloria’s lips touch my cock Anne inserts the very noisy vibrator into her cunt and starts moaning.

“So fucking good watching my voluptuous naked friend blowing my man with a vibrator in me, so fucking good.”

Gloria is obviously very turned on watching Anne pleasure herself while she licks along both sides of my rock hard erection, then take it between her very wet lips.

“I love watching this, love it, I have been on a sexual high since I had ten-inches last week, I am so fucking horny, so fucking horny,” she tells us as she works and slides the vibrator furiously with one hand and rubs the sides of her cunt with the other.

“So fucking good, so fucking good, so fucking good, baby yes, yes,” Anne is almost screaming as she orgasms and squirts.

“I have been hanging out for that for a week, so fucking good.

“Now I can give you two my full attention,” she purrs as she stands behind me.

As Anne is grinding her pubic hair into my ass while her girlfriend is blowing me she is recounting how, “A week ago I was watching a man with a ten-inch cock do what you are doing to my man.

“He had just fucked my cunt with his ten-inches.

“Then after he blew my man he gave me ten-inches up my ass while my man watched and held my hands.

“I want to watch Gloria lick you to orgasm after this, and you do the same to her,” I tell Anne.

“And so you will, we have been planning it all week over the phone,” they both answer as one.

“Are you going to masturbate for us while you watch?”

The thought of watching these two very sexy women pleasuring each other while both of them are combining to bring me to orgasm is a wonderful thought and a huge turn on as I ogle Gloria’s voluptuous naked body while she is expertly sucking my throbbing erection.

“Nice big, thick cock, but Anne told me she had two inches longer last week, twice she said,” Gloria teases as she licks and teases the tip of my cock.

“What else would you like me to do to bring you off?”

“Fuck me while Anne watches?”

“No dice, Anne told me no intercourse, oral sex only.”

“How about Anne licks your cunt lips while you blow me.”

“Let’s do it,” both women smile as they position themselves on the bed, Gloria on her back, knees up, legs open to accommodate Anne.

“I can taste my man’s cock,” Anne smiles as they passionately kiss each other on the lips before Anne teases Gloria’s cunt lips with her fingertips.

“Love your big tits, what do you do to keep them so firm?” Anne asks she licks each of Gloria’s very erect nipples in turn.

“And I love your glorious big ass, what do you do to keep it so firm? It really is sensational, beautifully proportioned and dimple free.”

“I love a challenge, especially when it involves sexual pleasure and I am looking forward to fucking you with my tongue while you are blowing my man.

“I love pleasing another woman with my tongue, especially while she is blowing my man.”

Just as Anne commences licking Gloria’s cunt lips she motions for me to put my cock in her mouth again.

The sensation of receiving a blow job from a voluptuous, sexy woman, while I am watching my even sexier wife enjoying pleasuring her cunt lips with her tongue is to die for.

“Baby, you are a woman of immense sexual power and mystery, immense,” I whisper as I watch Anne licking Gloria’s cunt lips.

“Glad you like watching, watch and enjoy and keep talking to me. You know I love lots of commentary during sex.”

“Love your tongue on my cunt lips Anne,” Gloria purrs as she momentarily stops sucking me.

“And I love looking at your glorious ass while your girlfriend is blowing me.

“You really do have the world’s best ass, magnificent.

“Gloria is almost as good as you at blow jobs.

“The way she licked to both sides of my rock hard erection was magic.

“Then she licked the tip of it.

“Then she swallowed half of it while you watched.

“And her technique is very good.

“Lick, suck, lots of tongue pressure, then blow.

“Remember the first time we fucked? You were a challenge, and I thrive on challenges.

“After we fucked was the very first time I had seen your glorious big ass naked. Magnificent, an epiphany moment to savor forever.

“The first the time I watched you pleasure yourself sitting in a chair naked with a vibrator was very exciting, especially when you told me to masturbate while you watched. We both had huge simultaneous orgasms.

“Then one night you told me you would love to watch me fucking another woman, no kissing though.

“And a few days later you did watch, even though her man expected to have me as well while you watched and masturbated. You were far more exciting than her.

“Do you remember the first time you watched another man give me a blow job? He really was a big hunky man and very well hung.

“I held out for almost half an hour while you had your hands all over me and you kissed me.

“You were teasing your cunt lips all the time with your fingers.

“You were stark naked but he had no interest in you.

“Though you were impressed by his big cock.

“You told him my cock was never that hard for you, though at the time it was hard for both of you.”

“Love you teasing me with your tongue and teasing my nipples with your fingertips, love it, you are very good Anne, especially with your man’s cock in my mouth.”

“Watching you two while Gloria is blowing me is so good, I can’t hold out much longer, not long at all,” I tell them as I can feel a huge orgasm building.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” Anne whispers to Gloria. “Then I want you to lick me, I am so turned on.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” she repeats as I watch her pinch Gloria’s nipples.

I can sense Gloria is very close to orgasm as she increases the pressure on my cock.

“This is almost as good as the first time another woman watched me fuck you. Something I had fantasized about from the first time I had you. She was really impressed watching me fuck you from behind. She loved your glorious big ass and she tongue kissed you and talked to you all the time.”

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” Anne asks again as I watch her pinch Gloria’s nipples very hard while I am hovering on the edge of a huge orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Gloria answers as she momentarily stops sucking my cock.

“So fucking good.

“Now me, fuck me with your tongue while my man watches Gloria. He wants to masturbate while he watches another woman pleasure me. And I want to watch him.”

Anne is standing sideways in front of a wall length mirror with Gloria kneeling in front of her.

I have just watched Gloria kiss and lick my wife Anne’s glorious ass cheeks with great enjoyment and sexual pleasure for all of us.

“You have a magnificent and awesome ass, now I want to lick you to orgasm while your man masturbates,” Gloria tells Anne.

A short time ago I had received a brilliant blow job from Gloria and my erection was no more.

However, as soon as I saw Gloria kneel in front of Anne, prise her legs apart and commence licking her cunt lips I had a raging erection again.

I find it very exciting watching another very sexy, naked woman pleasuring my naked wife who is wearing her heels to accentuate her legs and ass.

As Gloria grasps Anne’s ass cheeks with both hands and licks her very teasingly, I hear her whisper, “Like that baby? I want to pleasure your cunt lips until you scream.”

“Promise me,” Anne smiles back.

I sit myself on a chair close to the two women and rub oil all over my erection and start teasing it with my fingertips.

“I love watching you licking my wife like that Gloria. And I can see Anne likes it as well. And masturbating while watching is a bonus.

“Is she good baby? Do you like the way she is licking your cunt lips? I can see her tongue on your clit. Do you like her digging her nails into your ass cheeks?”

“Yes, she is very good, very, very good, and I love watching you masturbate while another woman is licking my cunt lips.

“This time last week I was watching a man with a ten-inch cock blow you.

“Now you are watching a woman pleasure me while you masturbate. Which do you prefer?”

“Nothing like the current sexual pleasure, the next one always promises to be the best and it is very exciting watching you being fucked with Gloria’s tongue.

“I love the way Gloria is licking and pleasuring the full length of your cunt lips while I masturbate for you.

“Kiss and lick my ass cheeks for me while Gloria licks me, I am getting close.

“Very close baby, I love the way you kiss and lick my ass.”

I can sense Gloria increase the intensity and pressure of her tongue and lips on Anne’s cunt lips.

“So close baby, so close, I love the way you kiss and lick my ass while another woman is licking my cunt.

“She is so good.

“So close baby, so close.”

Anne is groaning with pleasure and I can see and feel her tensing as I bite her ass to heighten her orgasm while she screams with pleasure.

At the same time I tease my very erect cock to a glorious orgasm with my fingers with two women watching.

“So good baby, so good. Next time you two fuck can I watch?” Gloria asks.

“Even better I would love to have the man with the ten-inch cock while you both watch, please baby?”

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Four whores & two guys have an orgy on a big boat.

Chapter 50:

The Orgy Continues – Part 2

We collectively took a break as Steve freshened our drinks. After he passed them around, he produced a coke tray with at least a dozen lines set up. By the time it got passed around and got to me, there was only one line left. As Steve busied himself restocking the tray, Stacey nuzzled up to me sitting on the couch. With a tantalizing look in her eye, she grabbed one of her massive boobs and shoved it into my mouth. No question what to do.

I started working on her protruding nipple, sucking and nibbling at it as I tried to get my lips around her large areolas. She had her hand on my cock, stroking it slowly as I made out with her big boobs. Not satisfied with how fast things were progressing, she stood up and commanded me to lie on the floor. When I did so, she quickly mounted me, holding my cock in position to enter her. As it slid into her sloppy cunt she started talking dirty to me.

“Oh, God, Yes, Sailor. First cock I’ve had in my pussy today. It feels wonderful. Yes…slide it in and out, fuck me, fuck me. I love the feeling of having you fill my hole with your rod. I want you to fuck me silly. Have your way with me, my cunt’s all yours.” She rocked up and down on my dick and let me hold her bountiful ass as I pumped my cock in and out of her hole, pounding the shit out of her.

As she was sitting on top, my dick up her pussy, Carmen intervened and, facing Stacey, lowered her fuckbox down onto my face. She started making out with Stacey as Stacey massaged Carmen’s tits. I grabbed Carmen’s hips as she slowly started rubbing her wet hole up and down on my face. I tried to concentrate on her clit, doing my best to suck and nibble on it as she washed my face with her sloppy cunt.

Carmen was now groaning as Stacey sucked on her boobs and nipples. “Shit! What feelings! I love it, I LOVE it!” It didn’t take long for Carmen to start quivering, her legs vibrating as she had the first of her orgasms of the evening. “Oh my God, Holy Fuck, Yes Yessss!” she cried out. Her orgasm washed over my face, dripping down onto the floor.

Carmen dismounted to collapse on the floor next to us as Stacey continued bouncing up and down on my hard dick. Soon, she bent forward, her big boobs squashed on my chest, and started power fucking me. She slammed her crotch down hard on my rod, over and over. She was going to town, riding my cock. Finally, she sat bolt upright, screamed out “OH, FUCK IT!! I’M CUMMING!!” She slammed her twat down hard getting my whole dick inside and let out three streams of piss. She wiggled her hips, pumped it in and out a few more times and dismounted, satisfied for the moment.

My senses regained, I saw Steve having fun with Liz and Candy. Candy was on the couch on her knees, her chest on the couch; Liz was standing behind her, also bent over, with her chest on Candy’s back. This presented Steve with both sluts’ backsides, four holes exposed for his delight. He was taking turns going from top to bottom. First fucking Liz’s ass, then her pussy. Then moving down to Candy’s asshole, then her pussy. Then he’d repeat this going upwards.

First, I visited the coke tray, satisfying myself with several lines. Then I stepped over to the couch, tapped Steve on the shoulder and nudged him out of the way. I took over where he left off.

These whores were nasty. After Steve’s generous cock had gotten them lubed up, their skanky holes were gaping, dripping, wanting more and more cock. There was cum juice draining out of Liz’s ass, Candy’s cunt was awash, dripping with her sex fluids. I couldn’t believe my good fortune! Four nasty holes to fuck, all at once!! And I had a rock hard cock, eager to enjoy the bounty.

My brain was fueled by coke, sex cravings, the need to cum, the view of these sloppy holes. The skanks were tightening and loosening their holes, squeezing out more pussy and cum juice; it was dripping everywhere.

Like Steve, I just started at the top and worked my way down. First Liz’s asshole, then her pussy. Gaping wide open and fully lathered up, her holes were easy to fuck.

I’d take a dozen strokes in each of Liz’s holes, then moved down to Candy’s tight little anus. I lingered there, started pounding it hard.

Candy’s butthole held a special place in my sexual repertoire. Her tight asshole gripped my dick like a vice, not wanting to let it out. I never made it all the way down to her cunt. I rammed my cock deep into her ass and pumped out an enormous load. It took four or five spasms before my junk felt satisfied, then I stroked him in and out a few more times before he started softening up.

I collapsed on the couch as the girls wiped their equipment, getting it ready for whatever was next. I noticed Steve, lying on the floor, Carmen straddling him, fucking him savagely. Stacey was in the chair, having found a vibrator somewhere, legs spread wide, using it on her clit. She’d alternately push it up her snatch, then back to her clit. Her expression and her moans said it all. She was enjoying herself immensely.

After a few minutes of watching Carmen’s plump little body sliding up and down on Steve’s dick, I stroked my man up enough to perform again. I stepped over to Steve and Carmen, stood in front of Carmen and grabbed her head, while pushing my cock into her mouth. Steve, seeing me start fucking Carmen’s mouth, grabbed her hips and started pumping his cock up and down into her cunt. I was doing the same thing to her sloppy mouth, banging it hard, showing no mercy. Carmen had all she could handle with Steve pounding her from below and me power fucking her throat.

Steve cried out “Holy Fuck, oh shit, here I cum, you’ve got me, here I cum!” With that, he shot his wad into her cunt. I kept pounding her mouth until I felt my own orgasm building. Shortly, l, too, unloaded my jism, mine in her mouth.

All of us just lay around, sexually sated for the moment. We were each feeling warm and fuzzy, each of us glowing in the aftermath of such sexual escapades. Steve finally got up and poured more drinks for everybody. He took a moment to refill the coke tray. He left the drinks and tray on the bar.

We all gathered around and, as each of us bent over the coke tray, filling our noses with the potent white powder, the others would fondle our privates. Stacey was first and, as she snorted her lines, the others were grabbing her oversized boobs, clutching her ass, rubbing her luscious body. Then it was Steve’s turn. As he took the straw, Liz got on her knees and took his limp cock in her mouth while the others caressed his butt cheeks and cupped his balls. This went on, each of us getting manhandled as we enjoyed the potent white powder. Soon we were all sitting, drinks in hand again.

Once our drinks were emptied, Steve called out an idea. “How about you four girls line up on your knees. Get a good mouthfucking before we call it a night, what say?” The girls all looked at one another, giggled seductively and lined up on the floor, on their knees.

Steve and I got in front of them and went down the line, poking our cocks into each girls mouth. We followed each other along, going from one wet mouth to the next. I noticed that while Steve had his cock in the last girls mouth, me standing next to him with my dick in the next sluts mouth, the first two girls were turned and making out with each other. Lots of breasts being groped as they made out with each other, waiting for the next cock to materialize.

Afterwards, we all sat down for one last nightcap. I spoke first. “Steve, a lot of thanks to you for hosting us on your yacht. It’s a beauty but I must admit that it doesn’t hold a candle to the beauty sitting right here. Ladies, you have made this old Sailor’s night one to remember! Here, here!!” I raised my glass in toast and they all responded “Here, here!” I continued “Just for the record, I extend on open invitation to each of you to hit me up any time, I really mean any time, you have an urge.” They all nodded in agreement and chugged their drinks.

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My lady Veronica and I were front row VIP guests at a fashion parade in a private room at a five-star hotel, guests of Joanne, the lead model.

A week earlier Veronica had been introduced to Joanne, a fifty-year old blond model, by one of her woman friends. “I could not believe she is fifty, incredibly attractive and so glamorous, Veronica told me.

“She told me she knew us by reputation as we flirted, wonderful chemistry, our bisexuality obvious. She asked some pointed questions. Is it true what my friends tell me me about you and your man? Is he really that big?

“I would love to have her even though she is ten-years older than me, you know I love a challenge.

“I want to have that woman,” Veronica whispered to me the first time, Joanne. strutted past. She was an exciting looking blond woman, 72-inches tall in her heels, wonderful legs and a good body, just how good we learnt a little later.

There were four other models but Joanne was the standout, even though she was the oldest – perhaps because she was the oldest – as she modeled a range of outfits. Whatever she modeled she looked fabulous, a natural model. The MC introduced her in a range of outfits, evening dresses, race day outfits, cocktail party outfits, gallery opening outfits. “You could wear this one to dinner parties ladies,” the MC told us as Joanne appeared in a short backless, black dress.

After the sixth outfit, Veronica had Joanne’s attention each time she strutted past as they locked eyes and Veronica crossed her legs for her to flash her magnificent thighs.

“Oh fuck, she is naked under that dress,” Veronica whispered as she squeezed my hand, as we ogled her nipples rubbing against the soft, black silk. “And obviously no knickers, she is hot. I want her.

“Wow, look at her hips and ass,” Veronica whispered when Joanne appeared hands on hips, wearing heels, skin tight leather slacks and a blouse with all the buttons undone to flaunt her cleavage.

“Just for you,” she smiled as she turned to us, flashed the blouse open to show her tits, then slowly removed the blouse before she tossed it to Veronica.

“What a body, look at her hips and ass, and those tits” Veronica whispered as we watched Joanne strut away.

“To complete our parade tonight our girls and boys are going to model some lingerie for you. If it looks expensive it is, though what man wouldn’t like to be seduced by a woman in our lingerie.” the MC announced. Again, Joanne was the standout. She appeared in heels and a long, black diaphanous coat and completed a lap. Standing if front of us, Joanne let the negligee fall to the floor.

“Fuck she is hot,” Veronica told me in a whisper as we both enjoyed looking at the matching, black bra, thong, her ass cheeks spilling out of it, garter belt and stockings, complimented by her high heels. And an extra touch of eroticism when one the models tongue kissed her with a hand on her ass cheeks.

“And last but not least. our boys will model some male lingerie for you,” the MC told us. Four boys, all early twenties appeared, wearing skimpy male underwear, their toned bodies smeared with oil. When they appeared a second time they were all wearing sexy jock straps, their naked asses on show. The third time with even sexier jock straps, the fourth boy was the centre of attention with a crotch-less jock strap, flaunting his large, shaved cock for the audience.

“Oh wow, so pleased we came,” Veronica told me, as the same boy reappeared with a gift wrapped parcel for us, with a card attached. SMALL PARTY IN MY SUITE AT 10.00 WEAR THESE FOR ME AND MY GUESTS. Jx.

An hour later we were in Joanne’s suite on a high floor of the hotel waiting for Joanne. “We both know from experience sex at an after a party or event can be very exciting when people are on a high. Perhaps for me with an older woman, a model, and for you, perhaps a blow job from one the younger models?,” Veronica told me with a knowing smile in the elevator.

The small party comprised three of the younger models, Veronica and me. “After a parade Joanne has an almost insatiable sex drive,” one of the models, Eileen, told us. “Did Joanne tell you what her plans are tonight? No? She wants Veronica to tongue fuck her, while she watches me suck James’ cock. At the same time she wants to watch Mary and Maria having lesbian sex.”

The three models and I watched Veronica undress behind a screen in a corner of the room, wall length mirrors on two sides. enjoying flaunting her body for three women, and change into the outfit Joanne had provided in the parcel, identical to the one she had modelled shortly before: A long, black diaphanous coat, matching, black bra, thong, her ass cheeks spilling out of it, garter belt and stockings, complimented by her high heels.

Then my turn as I enjoyed the frisson of teasing my cock for the women as I slipped on the crotchless jock strap in my parcel, so pleased when Eileen whispered, “Wow, you are a big boy, and a good ass.”

At that moment Joanne appeared, freshly showered, She strutted in – made her entrance would be more apt – her outfit identical to the one she modelled shortly before, black negligee, matching, black bra, matching thong, her ass cheeks spilling out of it, garter belt and stockings, complimented by her high heels.

Without a word spoken Veronica and Joanne were passionately kissing with the tips of their tongues, while the three models and I watched, transfixed. A turn on for all of us watching two women lusting after each other, Joanne eight-years older than Veronica. I was envious, with a roaring erection, as my lady Veronica licked and kissed her ass cheeks spilling out of her sexy black thong.

Veronica and Joanne continued tongue kissing passionately as she removed Joanne’s negligee, then her bra, then her thong. She was now completely naked apart from her stockings and garter belt. “Look at the way she shaves her cunt, she is a very exciting woman,” one of the younger models chimed in. “And look at the look on her face, while another woman is tongue fucking her. She loves it.”

Joanne had her back to a wall, one foot on a chair, legs spread as Veronica showed her what a good lesbian lover she is, both of them oblivious to me and the three younger models, all of us enjoying and turned on watching two older women enjoying lesbian sex with each other.

“Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, I love it, you are so good, your tongue is magic, fucking magic Joanne was moaning while Veronica had her hands on Joanne’s ass as she frantically licked her.

Then sliding a finger into her cunt lips as she continued licking her. “You are so good, so fucking good, I knew you would be,” Joanne told Veronica in a whisper as she pushed her head into her cunt lips.

“I told you she was insatiable, and your lady is incredibly good.” Eileen the model I was teamed up with told me. “Do you want to keep watching your lady and Joanne while I suck your cock? That’s what Joanne wanted, I can’t let my boss down, can I? At the same time she wants to watch Mary and Maria having lesbian sex. Would you like to watch them having lesbian sex while I suck your big cock?”

An incredible new sexual experience watching four women enjoying lesbian sex, my lady tongue fucking an older blond model, and simultaneously two younger models pleasuring each other while another model was giving me a blow job.

After a few minutes Joanne and I were holding each other’s gaze as both of us were soaking up sexual pleasure from another woman. “I didn’t realize you man had such a big cock Veronica, he is wonderful eye candy for me while you are tongue fucking me. He must be almost ten-inches and so thick” I could hear Joanne whisper as Veronica scratched her ass cheeks with her fingernails, while teasing her cunt lips with just the tip of her tongue.

“Cum with me, cum with me big boy,” Joanne was whispering as Veronica had her on the brink of another orgasm.

“I need sexual relief, a tongue fuck, badly,” Veronica told me in a sexually aroused state later that night at home while we had a long bath together. “You were the only man watching me tongue fucking Joanne. Your cock was like an iron bar. And you were the only man in the room with four women, three of them models. Joanne was insatiable and she loved watching one of her models giving you a blow job while I was tongue fucking her. So did I.

“Now tongue fuck me, at least thirty minutes, you can fantasize about fucking Joanne while one of her models tongue fucks me. Did I tell you she wants to fuck you?

“So good baby I am so wet for you, I love your tongue on my cunt, at least thirty minutes, if you thought Joanne was insatiable, that was nothing compared to me right now. Thirty minutes, at least.”

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Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Take It as It Cums

Julie and Cynthia, still wet from the ‘shower’ they shared, walked into the living room, wearing nothing but towels. They were surprised to see Alex and Taylor sitting on the couch. They desperately hoped that the other two girls had not heard the noises they had been making a few minutes before. “Hey,” Julie said to Alex and Taylor.
Both of the girls looked at Cynthia and Julie, grinning widely. “Why hello there you two,” Taylor said, “did you have fun?” This instantly caused both Cynthia and Julie to blush. Their faces were lit with red, as they looked down at the floor.
“What do you mean?” Cynthia said, trying to play innocent, but failing.
“I think you know,” Taylor said, with that knowing smirk that told them they had been caught.
Cynthia and Julie stood their, not knowing what to say. Their hair still dripped, as they looked anywhere but at Taylor and Alex. Alex giggled softly, from seeing how embarrassed they were.
“Okay…you got us,” Julie said, smiling at Taylor, staring her down.
“What?” Taylor said, as Julie kept staring at her.
“Did you guys have fun a few minutes ago?” Julie said, the two groups swapped expressions, the caught now doing the catching.
“What do you mean?” Taylor asked sarcastically, not trying to play innocent like Cynthia and Julie had.
Cynthia looked up at Taylor, and said, “Well, I can say it has to do with the numbers 6 and 9,” Taylor and Cynthia started laughing. Alex and Taylor looked at each other, and then at the floor.
Cynthia and Julie went and sat down on the love seat by the couch. “So, I guess we all have some explaining to do,” Alex said, wearing just the nightgown she had hastily thrown on earlier.
Cynthia and Julie looked at each other, then at the two other girls. “Well,” Julie started, “Cynthia and I, just…fell into it. I mean, we were sitting here, and the next thing we knew, we were kissing. Then we decided to jump in the shower together. How about you two?”
“She stole my vibrator from me,” Alex said, “while I was using it.”
Cynthia and Julie started giggling. “That’s a good move, I should have tried that earlier,” Julie said, looking at Cynthia.
Cynthia looked at the floor, blushing madly, “You can hear me?” Cynthia asked, not looking up.
“Hun, you sound like the Fourth of July every night,” Julie said, laughing out loud. Cynthia blushed deeper, but then started giggling.
“Well, I guess fireworks is a good description,” Cynthia said, smiling to the other three.
They all laughed at her comment. But soon, the laughing died out, and everything was silent. “So, what do we do now?” Taylor asked, looking around.
“Well, I don’t think I’m a lesbian,” Cynthia said, “I think this is just a playful kind of thing, nothing too serious.”
“That doesn’t sound like a compliment,” Julie said, looking at Cynthia.
Cynthia blushed, “Okay, it was wonderful, you were great, but I don’t think I want to marry you or anything,” she clarified.
Julie smiled at Cynthia’s comment on her oral sex. She looked around, and then Alex was next to speak up, “Yeah, Taylor, you were so amazing in there, but I am not ready for a relationship either…” she said, not wanting Taylor to be upset.
“With as much pussy eating that’s been going on today, I don’t think any of us can claim straighthood,” Taylor said.
“Yeah, I’m not so sure you can both say you are not at least a little lesbian,” Julie said to Alex and Cynthia.
Cynthia looked at Julie, “I am definitely not gay…I just think it was a bit of fun.”
“Yeah,” Alex agreed, “it was just something to do, and probably never will happen again.”
“Right,” Taylor said sarcastically. “How can you say that ten minutes after you are eating and being eaten by a girl?”
“It was just…I was caught up in the moment,” Alex said.
Julie looked at both Cynthia and Alex. Julie stood up, and then untied her towel, letting it fall to her sides, her huge D cup breasts way out in the open. She sat down, naked, her nipples rock hard, and her body still glistening a bit from the water. “Now tell me this doesn’t turn you on,” Julie giggled to herself.
“Yeah, tell me that doesn’t get you a little wet,” Taylor said smiling, and really checking out Julie’s naked body.
Julie looked at Taylor, and noticed she was really checking her out. This made her blush a little bit, and got her a little wet. Julie stood up, and started twirling around, showing her backside. She began rubbing her breasts together, “Mmm, you know you want these,” Julie said, looking at the two.
Alex and Cynthia sat silently, neither moving or saying anything. Julie jumped up and down a few times, letting her large tits bounce wonderfully, as she laughed. “I know I’m wet,” Taylor said, her hand noticeably rubbing between her legs on the outside of her pants.
Alex and Cynthia looked at Taylor, seeing her actions. “This is stupid,” said Cynthia, as she got up, “I’m going to bed…” Cynthia headed away. Taylor got up also, grabbing Cynthia, “Come on baby, stick around for a while.” Cynthia tried to get away, but Taylor accidentally hooked her thumb into Cynthia’s towel. Cynthia’s towel fell to the ground, as she stood there, completely nude.
Cynthia almost didn’t care that she was naked, turning around back toward the others. “I’m going to bed, we’ll talk about this later,” She said. Taylor quickly advanced toward naked Julie, and they kissed, more as a show for the other two. Their hands groped all over each other’s body. After a few moments, Taylor looked back at Cynthia. She was still standing there naked, watching them.
“Why aren’t you being open minded about this,” Julie said to Cynthia, “I mean, look I can tell you are wet.”
Cynthia looked down at her own pussy, and noticed it was a bit wet. “Look, I just really think that it was just something to do for fun. I’m not getting into any kind of gay relationship,” Cynthia said.
“Were not saying you want a relationship,” Julie said, “just that you are attracted to girls, which you clearly are,” Julie gestured toward Cynthia’s wet shaved pussy.
“I like guys, I want kids, I don’t want to date any girl,” Alex said, “but I can’t deny that this turns me on…” Alex looked over to Cynthia, knowing Cynthia felt the same way.
Cynthia looked back at Alex, and then said, “I guess Alex is right…I feel the same way.” She then sat back down, and looked at the floor.
“Glad you two finally admitted it,” Julie said smiling. “Now, the question is what do we do about it.”
“I wouldn’t mind having some fun now and then,” Alex said.
Cynthia looked at Alex, and then said, “Personally, I think it was a one time thing…I can’t see myself doing that again.”
“Why not?” Julie asked, “you know it feels so good. If it’s all for fun, and no strings attached, then what’s the problem?”
“I’m not sure, I just don’t feel like we should be doing this. Their should be a relationship involved for this stuff, and I don’t want one.” Cynthia rebutted.
“Cynthia…” Julie said, frustrated, “what was wrong with today, why can’t you just do something like that every once in a while, where’s the harm in that?”
Cynthia seemed unconvinced. “I got it, Cynthia, sit down next to Alex,” Taylor said. Cynthia reluctantly obeyed, sitting naked next to Alex. Taylor led Julie to the vacant couch. “Both of you watch, and when we’re all done, maybe then we can all talk honestly about this.” Taylor said, smiling.
Julie and Taylor both leaned in towards each other, their lips meeting halfway. They wrapped their arms around each other. Julie slowly started to lift up Taylor’s t-shirt. Taylor smiled at this, and raised her arms as Julie pulled it off. Julie threw it to an empty chair and the two began kissing again. Both girls grabbed the other’s naked tits, rubbing them passionately.
Both girl’s large breasts, Taylor’s blonde hair, and Julie’s brown hair intertwined as they made out, hugging tightly. Taylor pulled her jeans off, not breaking away from Julie, leaving just her panties. Julie pulled back, slowly kissing down Taylor, focusing on her hard nipples on her large breasts. She continued down, until she reached Taylor’s panties, which she grabbed with her teeth, tugging them off, whilst looking over to Alex and Cynthia.
Taylor giggled as she saw her take them off with her teeth. She watched Julie, and then looked over at Alex and Cynthia. At that moment, Alex was getting very turned on. She couldn’t look away. Cynthia also started getting wet, but she tried as hard as she could not to.
Julie now had a trimmed wet pussy right in front of her face. She quickly stuck her tongue between Taylor’s already moist lips, and grabbed her firm ass cheeks, pushing her face into Taylor’s crotch. Taylor moaned loudly as the pleasuring began.
Alex started fidgeting on the couch, as she watched the two of them pleasure each other. Cynthia looked away, but her eyes always were drawn back to Julie and Taylor. Julie closed her eyes, as she licked Taylor’s pussy harder, dying for a taste of cum now. Taylor also closed her eyes, and arched her back, as she rested her hands on Julie’s head, pushing her in farther.
Taylor weakened, and had to sit down on the edge of the couch with Julie still licking her feverishly. Alex could barely stand it, her pussy ached for attention. Alex felt awkward with Cynthia next to her, both girls staring at the show, not wanting to acknowledge the other. Cynthia’s pussy was wet, no matter how much she wanted not to like it, she was getting the couch wet.
Taylor was moaning out loud, as she let out a small orgasm. Julie licked it up, and continued working her pussy. Alex needed human contact bad. She wrapped an arm around Cynthia, and leaned into kiss her. Cynthia backed away, and jumped up, “What the fuck is wrong with you people?!” she shouted, running to her bedroom. She got inside, and closed the door, locking it.
Alex, remembering how Cynthia likes to make a big deal out of things, and get over it quickly, shrugged off the rejection, turning back to the show. Taylor had gotten up on the couch, and Julie was eating her out still. Julie incorporated a finger into the mix, driving Taylor higher and higher into ecstasy as she came again. Alex could no longer contain herself, reaching under her nightgown and shoving two fingers into her dripping pussy.
Taylor was screaming Julie’s name, as she let out another orgasm, this one bigger than the others, “Yes Julie YES!” Taylor collapsed, falling backwards onto the couch. Her breathing was very rapid and hard. Alex smiled, watching this, working her fingers faster.
Taylor laid down on the couch, inviting Julie to join her with a quick gesture. Julie climbed on top of her, into a sixty-nine. Taylor quickly spread open Julie’s dripping pussy with her hands, lapping at her juices, starting to please her. Julie hadn’t missed a beat, already pleasing Taylor again. Alex was frigging herself, three fingers pumping in and out, as she watched the two big titted girls sixty-nine on the couch, she was approaching a powerful orgasm.
Taylor wanted to repay Julie for the wonderful pleasure she had just received. Both girls licked hard, using their fingers for pleasure, along with their tongues. Alex couldn’t stand it. She was going to cum soon. She lifted her night gown off of her body, and used her left hand to play with her tits, and her right to continue pumping. Her breathing became rapid, and she was moaning loud.
In her room, Cynthia sat, staring at the door, easily hearing three girls moaning. She wondered if Alex was now doing it with them too. Cynthia, still naked, opened the door slowly, peering into the living room. She couldn’t see Julie and Taylor, as the back of the couch was to her, but she could clearly see Alex masturbating very hard and fast, approaching orgasm. Cynthia again felt herself getting excited, her pussy wet, her nipples hardening.
Soon, Alex came, in a big beautiful explosion. After it subsided, she passed out on the couch, her fingers still in her pussy. Taylor and Julie came loudly and powerfully, laying exhausted on the couch. Cynthia looked on, images of Alex lingering in her mind, as well as the earlier encounter with Julie. Cynthia went to bed, naked, she tried to sleep, but the images wouldn’t let her. Finally, she gave into temptation, masturbating in her bed, thinking of Alex and Julie. She immediately went to sleep afterward, dreaming of girls…

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