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I am suffering withdrawal symptoms from a lack of sex. My vibrator is not quite the same as sex with a man or a woman. I promised my man I would not fuck any men in his absence.

Then serendipity, Jenna, one of my lady friends phoned with a similar story, her man is away and she promised him no fucking with other men. “Why don’t you come around tomorrow night for coffee Sarah and we can commiserate and compare notes. Perhaps we can talk about and relieve our sexual frustrations? No, I don’t expect lesbian sex from you. Dress to impress for me like you used to, killer heels and a short skirt to show your wonderful thighs and leave your knickers at home. I will do the same for you.”

I was intrigued at what my old friend and sometime bi-sex lesbian lover had in mind, though I knew deep down it promised to be very exciting, always with Jenna. We tongue kissed warmly when I arrived, while she told me I was an exciting woman with sex appeal for both sexes. Her skirt was even shorter than mine, flaunting her sexy thighs for me in killer heels.

“Did you leave your knickers at home Sarah?,” she asked, her face flushed. “I did for you,” she teased as she raised her skirt to show me her beautifully trimmed jet black pubes over her cunt lips as we tongue kissed. A huge instant turn on for me.

“Did you leave your knickers at home Sarah?,” she asked again. “Show me then. “Oh wow, you did,” she smiled, as I took great delight in lifting my skirt to show her, and tease her. “You always were a sexy bitch, with that beautiful jet black triangle.”

Lots of underlying sexual tension while we crossed our legs for each other’s benefit, sitting opposite each other, comparing each other’s well formed thighs while we discussed our men, our bitchy woman friends and life in general .Jenna kept looking at her watch as If she was expecting a phone call or another visitor. At precisely 8.30 Jenna answered her phone. I could hear a male voice, the concierge saying, there are two young men, claiming you are expecting them, before she asked the concierge to bring them up.

“Sit beside me on the couch Sarah and cross your legs,” Jenna had told me just before the concierge arrived with two young men, around twenty-five years old.

The face of the older male concierge was flushed as he looked at Jenna and me, sitting with our legs crossed with most of our thighs on display, as he joined the dots as to the purpose of the younger men’s visit. “Will that be all Jenna,” he asked as he lingered for a better look at her and me.

“This is my friend Sarah, her man is away, just as my man is. I explained to you on the phone what we want, and need, from you two boys. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us. We are two cougars, sex starved cougars, almost old enough to be your mothers, an extra buzz for us,” Jenna told the men as they ogled our thighs

This was something I hadn’t expected at all, though as I looked the men over it was something I wanted, really wanted without feeling guilty as the men undressed each other. Both with very good, toned six-pack bodies, excellent ass’s and impressive, thick semi-erections.

“Wow, you are a hot cougar, no knickers. How sex starved are you?,” one of the men asked smugly, as he parted my legs and lifted my skirt above my waist to expose my pubes, while the other man did the same to Jenna. She told me later that was exactly what she had told them to do for our sexual pleasure.

“You are reputed to be very good. Convince us,” Jenna told them as they mimicked each other, licking and kissing our thighs before their tongues found our clits.

Cunnilingus has to be in the upper echelon of sex acts for me, being eaten out by a man or a woman. Such an intimate act, one of the most intimate things you can do. I love receiving cunnilingus because it simply feels awesome. That day in my sex starved condition with Jenna sitting alongside me with another man giving her cunnilingus it was awesome – and magical.

“You are convincing me,” I whispered as Jenna and I both had one leg over over our man’s shoulder while my young man had me close to my first orgasm. He wasn’t depending solely on his tongue as he brought his lips into the mix. I learnt long ago the tongue isn’t the only part of the mouth that is capable of generating sexual pleasure. Lips can lend an exceptionally pleasurable experience to oral sex. He was creating entirely new sensations for me with his lips, using them to kiss and caress my vulva to ascertain which of his techniques was the most exciting for me.

“You really are convincing me, you are very talented,” I whispered as he alternated using the tip of his tongue, then flat tongue, then his lips as he explored my vulva, all three techniques feeling a little different and providing subtly different sensations.

After circling my vulva with his tongue, he did the the same with his fingers, using using light, moderate, then deep pressure, exploring my preferences. Instead of steady tongue pressure on my clitoris or swirling moves around it, he was using the tip of his tongue to tease, just the underside of my clitoral shaft with light, little licks around every 10 to 15 seconds. A sure way get me to orgasm, again.

I never did learn my man’s name, some extra excitement receiving a wonderful tongue fuck from an anonymous, much younger man while I watched Jenna have the same from her man. A huge buzz for my ego, a much younger man tongue fucking me with his accomplice doing the same to my girlfriend sitting alongside me. I can’t wait to tell some of my girlfriends and make them envious.

“Would you like to masturbate for us boys while you watch Sarah and I shower?,” Jenna asked them before we showered together with the door open. Jenna and I made it obvious to the men we wanted to have swaps as we focused on watching the opposite man to the one who had tongue fucked us, any thoughts of our absent partners forgotten.

Watching two younger men masturbate while they watched Jenna and me naked in the shower, legs spread, teasing our vagina’s with a fingertip, our other our hand all over each other, quickly raised our libidos.

“Before we have swaps Sarah and I want you to worship our big ass’s while we stand facing the mirror, then we can see our reflection in the mirror opposite us,” Jenna told the boys as they watched us put our heels back on,.

I could not recall ever being tongue fucked by two men in one session, even more exciting as my girlfriend Jenna was sitting alongside me enjoying being tongue fucked by the other man, while we tongue kissed. “So good, so good, Sarah,” she whispered as the boys bought us to simultaneous orgasms with their tongues.

Exactly a week later Jenna has invited me around again. “Are you still as horny and frustrated as I am without your man Sarah?,” she asked me over the phone. I have made some arrangements for our mutual pleasure. Yes sexual pleasure Sarah. Don’t ask what I have arranged? Far more exciting having to wait.”

Deja vu, at precisely 8.30 Jenna answered her phone. I could hear the concierge saying, there are two young girls, claiming you are expecting them, before she asked the concierge to bring them up.

“This is Helen and Marie,” the concierge told us as he made a point of bringing them inside so he could ogle Jenna and me in our short skirts, the two girls in cut off shorts and heels, while he mentally speculated as to the purpose of their visit. Jenna and the girls made it obvious while he watched Jenna tongue kissing both of them.

Helen and Marie were two young, blond baby dolls, almost clones of each other, wearing cut off shorts and heels to highlight their wonderful legs and toned thighs, obviously no bras under their white cotton blouses. Instant sexual arousal for me, two exciting young girls for Jenna and me, two cougar women, around twenty-years older than the girls. Something more to boast about to my girlfriends.

“This is my friend Sarah, her man is away, just as my man is. I explained to you on the phone what we want and need from you two girls. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us. We are two bi cougars, sex starved bi cougars, old enough to be your mothers.”

“Is this what you both want, a tongue fuck from two girls half your age?,” the girls asked us confidently as they tongue kissed us.

“You know that is exactly what we want. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us,” Jenna told them as they undressed us before we undressed them.

“You are two very exciting women for us,” the girls told us as they looked at our naked bodies while we posed for them, both of us turned on by their firm young bodies as they had their hands on our ass’s. A favourite fantasy, a young naked girl feeling my big ass with my girlfriend and another young girl watching. Both girls had beautifully trimmed and exciting pubic hair I noticed.

I had never had lesbian sex from a woman as young as this. So good for my ego, a much younger very attractive, incredibly talented girl, giving me wonderful lesbian sex, while I watched her friend doing the same to my girlfriend sitting alongside me.

The girls made love to us first, tongue kissing us, licking and sucking our nipples, standing behind us, kissing us with their hands on our ass’s, turning us on. Then they stood Jenna and I with our backs to the wall, both of us with a small stool under one foot, Jenna and me tongue kissing as the girls knelt in front of us and gave us an incredibly erotic, long, slow tongue fuck.

“Would you like to shower with Sarah and me?,” Jenna asked the two girls. Jenna and I made it obvious to the girls we wanted to have swaps and tongue fuck them, give them lesbian sex, as we kissed, teased and focused on the opposite girl to the one who had tongue fucked us, any thoughts of our absent men partners forgotten.

Jenna organised the two girls, side by side. on a huge bed, a mirror on the ceiling so they could watch us, two cougars. giving them sexual pleasure. “You are a wonderful challenge for us,” Jenna told the two girls as they returned our tongue kisses, each of us teasing their vagina with a fingertip, while we stood and leaned over them. “We are two married women, we are also seriously bi-sexual. Would you like us to tongue fuck you? Yes?”

We joined the girls on the bed, each of us wrapping our arms around the girl’s thighs, after we had licked and sucked their nipples. We were both pleased with ourselves as the girls became increasingly vocal as we demonstrated our tongue fucking skills for them . We were even more pleased with ourselves when the girls both began to moan, “I love it, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” before they orgasmed for us the first time. Then again and again.

The girls were sitting on our faces, Jenna and I grasping their taut ass’s in our hands as we licked and tongue fucked them in that position.

“Are you as horny as I am after that?,” Jenna asked me, as she gave each girl a large vibrator. Incredible sexual pleasure for both of us while the girls tongue kissed us and expertly gave us a vaginal orgasm with the vibrator, our first such since our men left on business.

“Those two young girls were very talented. How did you come across them Jenna?” I asked.

“A lady never tells, though you owe me next time,” she smiled,

A week later when my man arrived home, the first thing he asked me as I stood naked in my heels, legs spread, hands on hips, watching him shower, while teasing his cock to an iron bar erection for me, was, “Did you fuck anyone while I was away? A man or a woman? Did you?”

“No,” I answered truthfully for the second time as he leaned me over the sink, his hands grasping my big ass. “I missed your big cock so much,” I told him as he rammed into me.

A few days later Jenna emailed me. ‘My man is still away and so horny. I had just one of the girls and just one of the boys around, the same ones we had, for my sexual pleasure last night. So good on my back, with the boy licking me while the girl was sitting on my face so I could lick her. Then swaps, the girl licking me while I sucked the boys cock. Wish you were here Veronica. Jx’

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By popular demand…

The sun set quickly, bringing with it the grey twilight that heralded approaching winter without fail. Anna had heard stories that farther to the north there were nights where the sky was white, but she’d only ever seen the grey. It reflected her thoughts: grey and empty, with approaching chill. More than once her brother had roughly spanked her naked rear to return her to reality, but she didn’t want to remain there, so she would slip back into herself until the next sharp slap.

Anna’s cunt was dripping, both from her own juices, brought on by reflex, and her brother’s seed as it oozed from deep within her. She knew that it dripped on the helpless face of Ilona, Vladimir’s unfortunate young bride, who was even now being roughly fucked by her husband. The girl had no experience with another woman, so unlike Noor, she simply lay there and squirmed as each drop fell on her cheeks and lips. Both girls were exhausted from the marathon sexual session, although Anna was resigned to the fact that the humiliation would go on for hours to come.

“St. Ivan, girl, you’re like a dead fish!” cried Anna’s father as she indifferently pumped her mouth down on his hard cock, still unspent even after all this. His balls were drawn up until they practically vanished, and Anna knew he had a large crop of semen brewing. For some reason, tonight of all nights, she did not want her father to spunk inside her, and the taste of his cock was like poison.

“Ah, they’re through their first surprise,” grunted Vladimir with a laugh. “Once the pain and fear are gone, they’re only holes to fuck.”

Sergei Ivanovich laughed cruelly. “Then maybe we should give them another little surprise,” he said wickedly. Pulling away from Anna he walked over to the table and poured himself another glass of vodka. “By God, if I want a hole to fuck, I’ll go home and stick it to your whore of a mother. I want young flesh screaming beneath me, and that’s what I’ll have.” Grabbing Anna roughly by the hair he yanked her to her feet. “Go on, have a drink. It’ll revive your spirits.”

Anna dumbly took the proffered glass and poured a sizable shot. She’d had vodka before, although only sips here and there, but at this point she couldn’t think of any reason to stay sober. It certainly wasn’t the worst vice of the night.

As she tipped the burning liquor into her mouth and swallowed, her father was muttering something to Vladimir, who grinned and nodded. “Go on Anna, sit this one out,” he said with the smile still on his face.

“A few more shots like that and the bitch may come crawling back for more,” laughed Sergei Ivanovich as he pulled Ilona from the floor by her hair, causing her to cry out hoarsely. She was shivering and seemed unable to stand; a thin trickle of red-tinged fluid seeped from between her thighs. The small part of Anna’s brain that hadn’t fled felt sorry for this girl, older than Anna herself but much less experienced. But Anna also felt an attraction to her, to her pale skin and large slightly drooping breasts, so different from her other lover. She longed to teach Ilona how to make love, not roughly as she had learned, but softly and sweetly. She longed to take the girl in her arms and soothe away her tears. As she absently took another gulp of the numbing draught, she idly began to stroke her moist slit, watching what would happen next.

Anna’s brother had pulled Ilona down onto his upthrust cock while her father nodded approvingly. Now Sergei Ivanovich knelt behind the prostrate girl and began to roughly work his cock into her virgin asshole, brutally forcing his way in as Ilona writhed and wailed for mercy. Anna could tell how exhausted the girl was, for even in a panic Ilona could manage little in the way of struggle. Soon Anna’s father and brother were both firmly implanted in Ilona from either side and began to work up a rhythm of thrusts which took their victim’s breath away. Anna, without noticing, had both taken another large slug of vodka and worked two fingers up into her own cunt, soothing away the ache of her brother’s penetration.

After what seemed like an age, Sergei Ivanovich stiffened and grunted several times as he buried himself up to the hilt in his son’s wife’s anal passage, and Anna could tell he was pouring spurt after spurt of his jism into Ilona’s violated bowels. When he pulled himself out Ilona was a mess, lying sobbing on her husband’s chest while he kept up a steady pattern of thrusts. “Get over here and clean us off,” said Anna’s father breathlessly. She obediently started to move toward him but found that her legs were no longer beneath her, collapsing to the floor while Vladimir and his father crowed with laughter. “I hope she’s not too drunk to be of use,” said Sergei Ivanovich, and Anna felt, as if from miles away, her father hauling her head up to his crotch and pressing his half-flaccid shaft into her mouth. She lost sight of the world and could only feel her father’s cock grow in her throat and then, as even that swam away, she tasted like a memory the musky harshness of Ilona’s rectum on her tongue. Then Anna slept, for how long, she could not say.

When she came too, Anna was lying where the men had left her, bent over a stool, still naked. As her senses returned she stayed still, hoping that perhaps she might play dead for a while longer. Finally, however, she noticed that there was no other noise in the room but soft breathing, so she cautiously opened one eye, then the other.

It was morning, by the angle of the sun, and as she gingerly looked around, Anna saw that she was alone. The breathing was coming from the other room; the room in which Anna found herself was empty but for puddles of wetness, an empty overturned vodka bottle, and various scraps which could have been clothing. Anna’s head felt fuzzy but altogether more pleasant than her body, which ached from her odd position and from other things as well. As she stood slowly, feeling her insides expel fluid from both holes, she wondered what they had done to her after her collapse.

Finally she made it into the other room to see Ilona spread out on a bed, still naked, still asleep. Anna didn’t want to wake the poor girl, but she felt it would be better to do so. She gently shook Ilona’s slim shoulders, noticing as she did how the girl’s full breasts wobbled seductively. Ilona’s eyes fluttered and she moaned something and weakly tried to roll away, then seemed to see who was shaking her and relaxed.

“They’re gone,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Thank Jesus and all the saints. I thought I was dead. You almost were.”

Anna nodded rather than saying anything, sitting on the edge of the bed. She felt rather than saw Ilona’s stare on her own body, taking in Anna’s figure, the slope of her buttocks, the perky arch of the young maid’s breasts. Anna still said nothing but waited until her brother’s wife’s gaze met her own. “We survived,” she finally said simply. “Maybe I was wrong when I told you it would be better this way. They… they’re savages.” Then she noticed Ilona was weeping softly, her eyes still gazing at Anna’s but filling with tears. “Beautiful one, what is it?” Anna cooed comfortingly.

“You… you are lucky that you can take all that and still… I was terrified, and the pain, it…” Tears cut the girl’s words off as her head sank weakly back to the bed and she sobbed, too tired to even turn away.

Anna lay beside her and held her close, whispering soft words of comfort, letting Ilona cry. Her tears might heal, thought Anna, wishing she too could cry. Finally Ilona’s breathing slowed and became more even, and she hugged Anna back, pressing their naked bodies together as if to fuse them into one. And despite all that had happened, Anna felt arousal stirring at the base of her thighs, tingling up her abdomen and down her legs. Without being able to help herself, Anna began stroking Ilona’s soft skin, the heat between her legs growing with every second.

For a while the two girls lay there, Ilona still, Anna lightly petting the other girl’s back. Then Ilona raised her head to look into Anna’s eyes again and this time the sorrow in her face was tempered by desire. “I… I know it’s wrong, but…”

Anna didn’t listen to another word; she simply kissed Ilona softly, accepting anything the other girl might desire. Their bodies both still ached from the assaults of the previous night, but they gently caressed each other with feelings of comfort more than passion. When Anna’s fingers finally made their way down to Ilona’s now-moist pubis, the feeling was entirely different from her deep passion for Noor. It was like she and Ilona were the same person and anything Anna did to Ilona she was really doing to herself.

As her nimble fingers found their way up and into Ilona’s ravaged passage, Anna reached with her other hand and found Ilona’s, then guided it to her own warm entrance. They both were careful, not knowing what the other might be feeling, as each girl slowly stroked her opposite’s aches away. Anna gently suckled at Ilona’s ample breasts, causing her to arch her back with a shiver, not of pain this time, but of pleasure. Soon, Anna was between Ilona’s creamy thighs, using both hands to pull her gently open while her tongue washed away the taint of semen until Ilona tasted of nothing but arousal. As her orgasm approached, Ilona reached down with her own hands to run them through Anna’s long hair, matted from the wild night. Anna could taste the other girl’s pleasure on her tongue like honey, flowing thick and sweet.

Then Anna dove her tongue into Ilona’s vaginal passage and ignited the flame. Ilona’s wide hips twitched once, the only outward sign of the orgasm that warmed her like a silken blanket. Even at the source, between her legs, Anna could only feel a quiet comfort, not the impassioned spasms she had expected. Anna continued to gently tongue Ilona’s depths and was rewarded by a sigh of pleasure and a flow of sweetness.

When Anna had kissed her way back up Ilona’s ample curves to gaze the girl in the eye, Ilona was smiling. “How can something so gentle have come from those two…”

Anna put a finger to Ilona’s lips to stop her saying more. “Forget about them. You’re safe now, my lovely one.” Again, Anna thought about Ilona, and she knew that she did not love her. She felt for Ilona, certainly, in the same way she might feel for a sister, and she was attracted to Ilona’s prettiness. But as the two girls slipped back into sleep, cradled in each other’s arms, Anna did not regret making love with Ilona, nor did she regret not having come to orgasm herself, because she knew that all this was nothing compared to Noor. Ilona’s dreams might have been about many things, but as Anna slept, she dreamed of a horse-maid riding across the steppe, dark hair flying in the wind.

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Her punishment continues…

She circles her prey slowly, catlike, smirking as the anticipation deepens in her slave’s eyes, the horny younger girl squirming with arrousal, her wet thighs rubbing smoothly against each other eagerly. “Master?” she calls, not looking away from her slave, “Be a dear and warm up the car, won’t you? We’ll be along in a moment.”
She unlocks her wrists and stops in front of their Slave, gazing deep into the frightened eyes. She leans closer, lips parting, smiling as their Slave instinctively surrenders into the kiss, her body putty in her Mistress’ hands, her own hands balled into fists at her side as she struggles not to embrace her in return. She squeezes their Slave’s young, firm breasts roughly, illiciting a moan of desperate arrousal as she hears the throaty roar of the engine in the distance, grinning mischeviously as she takes a few steps back. Their Slave whimpers with disappointment, genuine longing in her eyes as they play over the sensual curves of her Mistress’ body, the younger girl licking her generous lips appreciatively.
The Mistress laughs thickly, slapping the crop against her thigh distractedly as she swivels her hips playfully. “Hands above your head. Cross your wrists, good Slave. Now, dance for me. Gyrate, good…now, lower…mm, very nice…turn around and let me see that ass…yes…” She steps forward lightning-quick, left arm wrapping the girl’s chest, right encircling her hips, crushing her aching, swollen pussy against her palm, savoring the whimper of arrousal as she bucks helplessly, kissing their Slave’s sweaty, warm neck hungrily, purring as she tastes the salty, slick, glistening skin. “Mm, you like that, don’t you Slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” she whispers tremulously.
She increases the pressure between the girl’s legs, her hot, musky juices squelching out through her Mistress’ gloved fingers. “Louder!” she commands impatiently, licking up behind her ear tenderly.
“Yes M-Mistress, I love being at your mercy, please Mistress, please!”
“Please what?”
She hesitates, at a loss for what to beg for; if she begs to be fucked, will she receive it or just be beaten for her impertinence?
The pressure increases again, making the girl squirm with discomfort. “Please What?”
“P-Please”, she whimpers desperately, writhing in the tight grasp, her sweaty body glistening in the broad light of day as she swallows hard and continues, louder, “Please Mistress, do with me as you will, permit me to please you and my Master.”
She purrs in response, grinding playfully against their Slave’s ass. “And if I want you to ride Master’s cock in front of a crowded stadium, nude as you are?”
She blushes, turning her head away shyly, and whispers “Yes Mistress.” When this earns her a vicious pinch to her nipple, she raises her head and says louder “Y-Yes Mistress!”
“Good,” she soothes, caressing the aching flesh. “And if I wish you to go back to the bar in nothing but a trenchcoat and offer yourself to the first man you see?”
“Please Mistress, don’t – Aaaa!” She cries out as her Mistress cruelly rakes a deep red welt under her breast, blood seeping from the raw skin. “Yes Mistress! Anything that will amuse you!”
She chuckles wickedly, raising her right hand in front of their Slave’s face, splaying out her fingers and watching the glistening juices stretch between them, dripping thickly, then turning her hand to catch them and make them drip anew, purring as she feels their Slave’s hips bucking eagerly. “Anything that will amuse me; interesting choice of words. And if it will amuse me to make you strip down in front of everyone and pleasure every man and woman in the bar until at last they have all had their fill of you?”
She whimpers and nods, another welt raked for her reluctance. “Yes Mistress, oh gods, if it is what you and Master wish of me I will be your slut, I will do whatever you desire.”
“Lick my gloves clean” she commands simply, bringing her fingers to their Slave’s full, luscious lips, her teeth barely parted before she thrusts her slick digits into the girl’s mouth, exploring her shamelessly, as freely as she would any other toy, forcefully reminding their Slave that indeed she has no will of her own.
She moans appreciatively as she laps at her own sweet, musky juices, sucking lovingly on her Mistress’ fingers, closing her eyes and savoring her own humiliation. Too soon she is jerked from her reverie when she feels the chain of her leash lifted from her tender cleavage and yanked firmly.

The Mistress pulls her up to the bag, then brings her up close. “Posture,” she cautions playfully, giving her leash some slack as she rummages through the bag of tricks. She straightens with a devilish smile, producing a pair of nipple clamps on a fine silver chain with a strange clasp in the middle.
The Slave whimpers as quietly as she can as the torturous devices are attached to her diamond-hard nipples, the sensitive flesh screaming in agony as they’re carefully tightened until she can barely stand it. She feels her Mistress’ breath hot on her bare chest as she attaches the strange clasp to the leash, placing it just right so that her nipples bear the weight of the slack leash, the agony unbearable. She instinctively brings one hand to relieve her throbbing clit, moving slowly and stealthily, and the leash is yanked sharply, the motion translating to the clamps and jerking her breasts up roughly by the nipples, her breasts jiggling pleasantly as she writhes in agony, fists balled at her sides.
“Posture,” she taunts again, jangling the leash’s chain meaningfully. Their Slave straightens immediately, forehead pinched with pain as she struggles to endure the agony, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her eyes silently entreat her Mistress.
“Come along Slave” the Mistress commands, pulling her across the lawn, chest aching, hands held firmly at her side as she resists for the millionth time the urge to cover herself modestly. “If you stay at just the right distance, the leash will take the pressure off…but fall too far back, or give me too much slack, well. You’ll learn quickly.”
Their Slave whimpers miserably as she’s compelled down the long gravel driveway, the sharp stones cutting at her bare feet, but not daring to fall behind. She gasps in agony and doubles over as she stumbles, earning nothing more than a sharp and excrutiating jerk on the leash, hastening her to catch up quickly. It seems an eternity before she finally reaches the car, and she sighs with relief and real gratitude as the vicious little clamps are removed.
“It feels good to be free?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Kiss me.”
She eagerly complies, wrapping her arms around her Mistress’ sexy curves, caressing her leather-and-latex clad form lovingly as she presses her nude form firmly to the older girl’s, pushing her back against the throbbing side of the idling car. Her tongue eagerly seeks out her Mistress’, moaning in unabashed pleasure, her entire body tingling with relief.
Her Mistress shoves her back forcefully, breaking the kiss, blushing slightly with her own constrained arrousal. “Good,” she says huskily, clearing her throat before continuing. “Now climb into the back,” she commands as she pitches forward the passenger seat.
She hesitates for a moment, unsure of her Mistress’ intentions: surely she should be dressed before this, or…but her thoughts are cut short as her nipples are pinched roughly, wracking pain dropping her to her knees.
“Interesting,” muses the Mistress. “So very sensitive to pleasure And pain. I wonder what would happen were we to have them pierced?”
“No Mistress!” she blurts, gasping and throwing a hand to her mouth, looking up in terror.
“What?” she growls flatly, glowering down at her Slave.
“I mean,” she whispers meekly, averting her eyes and kneeling up straight in vain hopes of garnering sympathy, “if you wish it.”
“Better,” she growls, seizing the girl by the hair and hauling her painfully to her feet. “In. Tits to the glass until I say stop. You’re going to give everyone a show.”
“Yes Mistress” she whimpers meekly as she complies, crawling across the leather upholstery to place her full, firm breasts to the cold glass, the hard surface a sort of slow torture to her already aching nipples. She feels her ankles lifted as her Mistress slides into the other seat, then places the slave’s feet in her lap as the Slave continues her humilating punishment. She watches from the corner of her eyes as their Master drives them down busy streets, subjecting her to the leers of passing truckers, pedestrians, anyone who they pass. She whimpers quietly in the silence as they drive, afraid to move a muscle until she feels her Mistress’ lips kiss her thigh softly, tenderly.
“Are you very sorry, Slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” she sobs as clearly as she can manage, eager to pull away from the prying eyes but afraid to do so too early. In response she feels her legs pulled apart slightly, her labia parted by strong gloved hands, and a gentle caress to her trembling clit.
“Alright. I want you to show me how eager you are to obey commands.”
“Yes Mistress!”
“I want you to climax as many times, and as loudly as possible each time, as I tease you here on the back seat. If you are pleasing to us, you will be rewarded. If you displease us, we will punish you, and we know how to Really punish you.”
“Yes Mistress!” she replies eagerly, just the right ammount of trepidation in her voice, crying out theatrically in pleasure as the assault on her quiverring clit resumes, her Mistress’ deft hands pinching and flicking the delicate button, all the pleasure and all the pain building into one masochistic cocktail of delight as she throws herself against the glass with reckless abandon, giving the world a more impressive show than ever before. “Yes Mistress! Yes! YES!” she gasps, voice climbing as she bucks her hips rythmically and eagerly against her Mistress’ probing digits, one hand raking through her long silky black hair, her breath fogging every window in the car as she cries out a long, powerful orgasm. She arches her back and presses her chest to the roof before collapsing back into her Mistress’ lap, surrendering exhausted as the powerful, talented fingers draw out the pleasure, quickly making her tired hips buck anew with another rapidly building climax. She looks up to see their Master glancing hungrily at the two of them, smiling shyly back at him as she moans in exagerated pleasure, teasing him mischeviously before the pleasure overtakes her again, driving all other thoughts from her mind as she raises her hands over her head to caress her Mistress’ cheek and hair, gasping as she in turn caresses their Slave’s breasts lovingly. She lets out a long, loud moan as the orgasm wracks her, the pleasure seeming to go on forever, until her voice disintegrates into a shuddering rattle of raspy, exhausted panting.
Her Mistress holds her there arched back across her chest, her ample breasts pressing firmly against the slave’s spine, cushioning her even as it forces her to contort, her head lolling back on her Mistress’ shoulder in complete surrender, moaning senselessly as the nimble fingers artfully draw out the long, luxurious pleasure. When her moans have died down to the merest whisper she grabs the Slave by the hair, pushing her chest forward between the seats as they pull into the parking lot, . “I think our Master is getting lonely up there,” she purrs as she pries the girl’s legs apart, sliding across the back seat to kiss her shaved pubis. “Why don’t you show him how grateful you are for this opportunity to redeem yourself? And do be loud about it.”
Their Slave collapses eagerly into her Master’s lap, hurriedly opening his pants and drawing out his massive, throbbing cock, gripping it firmly in both hands as he hurriedly parks. As her Mistress eats her out she moans in exhausted ecstacy, whimpering as she laps obediently at the head of her Master’s organ, her wet little tongue tasting him teasingly before she pulls forward enough to take it into her mouth, moaning with pleasure as she takes him in, her entire body spasming with pleasure as her Mistress continues her ceaseless assault. She sucks hungrily on his cock, her tongue stroking it lovingly as she bobs her head as much as her awkward position will allow her, bracing her leg against the car’s roof as she struggles to focus against the overwhelming pleasure, finally surrendering to it, releasing her Master’s member and howling with pleasure as she thrashes madly with the force of her orgasm, falling back onto the passenger seat and arching her back as he slaps her breasts roughly, the pain only heightening her pleasure. Her Mistress holds her clit on the tip of her sharp, powerful tongue, stroking her hard and slow, each one sending an aftershock of pleasure, debilitating her, leaving her helpless and humiliated and aching for more.
Her Mistress finally releases her with one last wet lick across her slit, a final wave of pleasure leaving her tingling. “Did you come, Master?” she asks, glaring menacingly at their Slave as she licks the girl’s sweet juices from her lips.
“I did not, Mistress” he replies, glaring down mischeviously.
“Hmm. Unacceptable performance, Slave. Get out.”
She hesitates, looking at them both beseechingly, then lowers her eyes, crawling into the passenger seat and opening the door, trembling with shame as she prepares to bare herself for the world, terrified that they mean to leave her here, heartbroken that her time with them might be at an end, eyes welling with tears as she steps out onto the hot asphault.

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Mia is studying the various regions that make up the kingdom. Liana tells her there will be a test, and penalties for any mistakes.

Mia looked up from the book she was reading and sighed. She was sitting in the little private library in Liana’s chambers. The book was a record of all the different regions of the kingdom and the noble houses that controlled them, filled with long explanations of the produce of the regions and the family histories of their rulers. Liana had decided that Mia should learn more about the kingdom, and Mia agreed, but this was not an exciting book.

It was evening and the lamplight gave the room a warm glow. The princess sat nearby in an armchair reading a far more interesting book. They had been here for several hours. Mia sighed again, not a little dramatically, and Liana looked up from her own reading.

“Are you bored already?” She asked in a teasing tone.

Mia turned to look at her as she replied.

“How could I not be? These aren’t exactly exciting stories like the one you’re reading you know.”

Liana replied in a stern voice, assuming an expression of mock outrage as she did so.

“That is very important history you’re criticising. I learned it all when I was just a child and I didn’t complain.” She was looking over the top of her book and Mia thought she was having trouble keeping a straight face. She imagined there had been rather a lot of complaining. The princess continued.

“Anyway, you had better pay attention because there will be a test.”

This was the first Mia had heard of a test, but she got the feeling Liana has something fun in mind. She replied with exaggerated surprise. “A test!”

“Yes. Tomorrow evening. I expect you to remember all the family names and when and how they earned their titles.”

The princess had put down her book now and she was fixing Mia with a stern expression, just a little too stern to be taken seriously. Mia pouted and held her gaze for a moment before she replied.

“I’ll never remember all that by then, there are so many of them.” She could see a flirtatious look in Liana’s eyes but the princess maintained her stern tone when she spoke.

“Then you had better study harder. There will be penalties for any wrong answers.”

Mia was sure she knew exactly what kind of penalties Liana had in mind. She was looking forward to them.

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The next evening Mia was once again in the little library with the book infront of her. An hourglass sat on the desk beside it, not many grains left in the top half. Once it ran out she was to go to Liana’s study for her test. She had, infact, been studying. She thought she had managed to memorise most of the noble families and their domains, but she wasn’t going to be doing well in the test. Doing well would be no fun at all.

When the last grains of sand fell Mia closed the book and, with more enthusiasm than any student on their way to an exam, she hopped out of her chair and headed into the corridor.

Liana’s study was one door down from her bedroom. Although they had been lovers for several months now, Mia had not often been inside. She stood in front of the mahogany door and spent a moment straightening her hair and adjusting her skirt before knocking. There was a long pause, before Liana answered.

“You may enter.”

The princess spoke slowly, with a commanding and serious tone. Mia could feel her heart beating faster in anticipation as she turned the door handle and entered the study.

The room was small. The back wall covered with bookshelves, broken only by a large window, now veiled by a silk curtain. Two covered lamps gave the space a warm glow.

In the middle of the room was a large mahogany desk with a dark green leather cover. Liana sat behind the desk, her deep red hair tied back and a stern expression on her face. On the desk were a pair of implements. Mia smiled a little as she saw them, but forced the expression away, playing her role as the nervous student.

The first implement was a small wooden paddle with a round end. The second was a cane. Mia knew the paddle, but the cane was new. It was long, straight and fairly thick. One end was wrapped around with leather to make a grip. She felt a little shudder of anticipation as she looked at it, wondering how it would feel against her skin. Liana spoke.

“I hope you have done well with your studies Mia. As I see you have noticed, I have some implements ready to make sure you pay the proper penalty if you have been lazy.” A slight, flirtatious smile crossed the Princess’s face as she spoke. “Have you been lazy Mia?”

Mia was appreciating Liana’s swept back hair and the penetrating look in her eyes. The question took her a little off guard and she felt herself blushing as she stammered her reply.

“No Ma’am.”

The princess smiled a knowing smile before she continued.

“We will see Mia. I will explain the test now. I will ask you about ten of the kingdom’s regions. For each one you will tell me which family rules there, when they took control and how they earned the privilege.” Mia thought she could probably do all that for most of the regions. She also thought she probably wouldn’t. Liana continued her explanation.

“When we begin the test you will bend over the desk and I will give you the name of a region. If you tell me about it correctly I will give you the next region. If you answer incorrectly you will be spanked as a penalty. Do you understand so far?”

Mia was trying not to smile, a nervous student wouldn’t be smiling. She knew Liana would not force this on her if she didn’t want it, and they had a word that would alway stop any of these games, but the fantasy of not having control sent a giddy shiver through her. When she answered she tried to sound like the apprehensive student she was supposed to be.

“Yes Ma’am. I understand.”

Liana smiled softly before she continued.

“For every penalty you suffer the next will be more severe. The first penalty will be delivered by hand over your undergarments, but if you continue to answer incorrectly eventually you will feel the cane on your bare behind. If you fail to answer too many questions you will fail the test and suffer a further penalty. Do you understand?”

Liana was speaking in a commanding tone and her expression was stern, every bit the dominant mistress. Mia was once again too busy admiring her lover and imagining what was to come to notice the question. Liana repeated herself, her tone sharp.

“Do you understand me Mia?”

Snapping out of her thoughts Mia replied

“Yes Ma’am. I understand.”

Now Liana stood up. She stepped aside, pushed the chair under the desk and, with a slow pace, walked around to stand beside Mia, fixing her all the while with a stern gaze.

“Now Mia. When I tell you, you will step forward and bend down over the desk. You will keep your legs apart and you will keep them straight. You will not move from your position unless you are told to do so. Is that clear.”

Mia’s heart was fluttering with anticipation now. She answered with as steady a tone as she could manage.

“Yes Ma’am. It’s clear.”

The princess stepped a little closer. Mia could feel her breath on the side of her neck as she spoke.

“Good. Now, bend over the desk.”

Mia stepped forward. Slowly, imagining Liana’s eyes watching her as she did so. She bent forward and lowered herself over the desk. The leather cover was cool through her thin blouse. She rested against the wide top, her arms stretched out infront of her and her chest pressed against the leather. Her legs were spread a little apart and her bottom slightly raised. She felt that she could feel Liana’s eyes on her and she lifted her behind a little higher, presenting it to her lover.

There was a long moment of silence. Mia turned her head to look at the implements that now lay beside her and imagined how they were going to feel, she was very curious about the cane. She heard Liana step forward and then felt the warm touch of the princess fingers against her legs as Liana reached down, lifted her skirt and folded it over her back, exposing her thin cotton panties and her bare thighs. Liana spoke.

“We will start the test now Mia. Remember that if you do not answer correctly you will have to endure the penalty. Are you ready?”

Mia did not let herself sound eager, she answered in a quiet, anxious, voice.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m ready.”

Liana’s hand rested on her lower back, holding her skirt in place. The princess spoke again.

“The first one is easy Mia. North March.”

Mia knew this one, she was tempted to get it wrong, but she wanted to show that she had learned something. She answered with a nervous tone, enjoying her role as the frightened student.

“The Grey’s rule North March. They took control in the year 872. The king granted them the title for their heroism in the war with the northmen that year.”

Liana was silent for a moment, and Mia wondered if maybe she had been too sure of herself, but then the princess spoke.

“Very good Mia, you are correct.” Mia thought she could hear a little disappointment in Liana’s voice, but the stern tone returned as she continued. “Now, the next region is East March.”

Mia knew this one too, but she didn’t want to answer right anymore. She hesitated for a moment then, trying to sound unsure, she gave the wrong answer.

“The Orlands rule East March. They took control in…” She hesitated and Liana broke the silence.

“That is not correct Mia. The rulers of East March are the Farrels. I am afraid you will have to take a penalty. The first penalty will be twenty strikes with the hand over your undergarments. Are you ready.”

Mia felt Liana’s hand on her back, pushing her down a little onto the desk. She shifted her position a little, then answered the princess, trying not to sound too excited.

“I’m ready Ma’am.”

There was a moment of silence. Mia pressed herself against the desk, raising her behind slightly and biting her lip as she anticipated the first blow. Liana made her wait. She could feel the warmth between her legs growing and becoming moist. She flexed her toes, lifting herself a little, pushing against the hand that held her down to the desk. Then the first slap came. It was hard, giving a sharp sting even through the cotton of her panties. She bit her lip, holding back a gasp as the blow pushed her thighs against the desk. The next slap found her other cheek and again the firm blow stung through the thin cotton.

Liana began to strike with a slow, steady rhythm. Each firm slap ringing against Mia’s behind. The blows left a painful sting and Mia began to feel heat building in her behind, fed by each stinging strike. She wanted to gasp and moan with each slap, but she forced herself to stay quiet, enjoying the struggle. She bit her lip and flexed, grasping the edge of the desk with her outstretched hands, clutching at it as the pain of each slap faded into the building heat.

After ten blows the princess increased her pace. Mia squeezed the edge of the desk and wriggled under the punishment, Liana’s hand on her back keeping her pressed down firmly. The burn grew and the sting of each slap became more intense. She tried to stay quiet as the sharp pain of the slaps fed the heat in her behind. She let out a silent gasp as the princess delivered the sixteenth slap. The next brought another, the pain of the sting forcing it from her. She bit her lip and endured the next silently, feeling the delightful burn the sting left behind.

The next blow was harder, it rang against her bottom with full force, sending a wave of exhilarating pain through her that forced a little cry out of her mouth. As that cry ended the final blow found her other cheek and she flexed as she cried out anew, then sank down, letting her weight fall against the desk. Her breathing was heavy and the heat left by the slaps was burning now. She let herself smile, forgetting for a moment her role in the game as she enjoyed the heat. She could feel Liana’s hand on her behind, warm through the thin fabric of her panties.

The princess stroked her lover for a long while as Mia’s heavy breathing slowed. Gently massaging her. Eventually she spoke again, lifting her hand from the girl’s behind and returning to her stern persona.

“You endured your penalty well Mia, but the next will be more severe. If you make a further mistake you will receive another twenty strikes but you will not have your undergarments to shield you. Are you ready to continue?”

Mia forced the smile from her face, getting into character again as she replied in a timid voice.

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll try to do better this time Ma’am.” Liana gave a soft laugh at that and there was a pause before she spoke again.

“The next region is the Western Winter Coast.”

This one Mia was not sure of. She had been going to answer wrong of course, but now she wanted to know if the name that came to her was right. She answered with genuine uncertainty.

“The Western Winter Coast is ruled by the Gorlic family. They gained their title in the year 1084 after the head of their house saved the queen’s life.” She was pretty sure she had got this one, and she rather wished she’d just answered wrong. Liana spoke.

“I’m sorry Mia but that is incorrect. The Gorlic family rule in the Eastern Winter Coast region.”

Mia found herself pouting, torn between annoyance that she had got it wrong and anticipation of the penalty to come. Liana continued.

“You should know these early answers Mia, these are the more well known regions. You will have to suffer another penalty for your lack of diligence.”

As the princess spoke Mia felt her fingers on her thighs, slowly they slid up then slipped under the edge of her panties. With a slow motion Liana lowered them, sliding the cotton across her still warm skin then allowing it to drop. A little shiver of anticipation ran through Mia as she felt the cold air of the room against her exposed skin. Once again she felt Liana’s hand rest against her back, pushing her down onto the desk. The Princess’s other hand came to rest on her behind, the smooth skin warm against her own. She lifted her bottom, pushing against the Princess’s palm, offering herself for her punishment. Liana spoke, a slightly breathless edge entering her voice.

“Are you ready to suffer your penalty Mia?”

Mia didn’t really try to sound nervous this time, she was enjoying the warm hand against her skin and the still exotic thrill of offering herself up so brazenly to the princess. She answered.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m ready for my penalty.”

Liana pushed her down against the desk a little more firmly, her hand sliding further up her back. Mia could feel her breasts pushing against the leather cover. The hand on her behind withdrew and she tensed a little, anticipating the blow.

Liana’s strike was firm, the sound of the slap against Mia’s bare skin filled the room. The sting was sharp and painful. She flexed against the desk, held down by her lover’s firm hand as she gasped. The pain faded into heat and she relaxed, only to flex again as the next stinging blow rang against her. She clutched the edge of the desk, each hard slap bringing a breathless gasp from her mouth as she pressed her thighs against the wood and arched her back, enduring the thrilling pain, far stronger now without the thin cotton to protect her. The heat the slaps left began to grow intense.

This time Liana did not increase her pace after the tenth slap but rather began to strike with greater force. The pain of the blows began to break through Mia’s composure and the clapping sound of each against her skin was followed by a little yelp as she wriggled and flexed. She felt her nails digging into the leather of the desk as she clutched the edge, pushing herself against it as the blows sent waves of sharp pain through her, feeding the luxurious burn in her behind. She allowed herself to get lost in the sensation, her little yelping cries faded into soft moans before rising once more as the next blow came.

The final two strikes were delivered with full force. Mia felt the ringing slap and the sharp pain and she cried out, louder now. She flexed under the punishment but Liana’s hand held her against the desk. Before she caught her breath the final blow rang against her skin and she let out a long breathless cry as the pain washed over her, then collapsed against the desk as it faded into burning heat. Her breath came in gasps as she lay against the soft leather. She had quite forgotten her role and she let her outward breaths become soft, satisfied moans.

Once again Liana was stroking her bottom, caressing the burning skin. Gently lifting the cheeks of her behind, her long fingers pressing softly into the skin. Though the heat in her bottom was fiery, Mia was acutely aware of another heat between her legs, which grew as she felt the Princess’s slender fingers against her skin. Liana continued to caress her, her fingers running across the punished skin. Slowly her hand moved down, brushing across the top of Mia’s thighs and then teasingly stroking the inside of her legs, sliding up to brush momentarily against her pussy. Mia let out a little groan, but the hand withdrew and delivered a soft slap to her behind that brought a little yelp of surprise from her mouth. The teasing touch left the heat between her legs stronger than ever.

Mia longed for her lover’s touch as she lay against the desk catching her breath, but the denial was its own pleasure. Soon Liana spoke once again.

“Since you have now got two answers wrong your next penalty will be delivered with the paddle. You will also be naked from the waist down. Now, stand up and turn around to face me.”

Slowly Mia lifted herself off the desk. She stood, feeling her skirt fall back into place over the tender skin of her behind. Turning, she came face to face with Liana who was standing close. The princess looked her in the eye with a gentle expression and Mia gave a soft smile, which Liana returned, before once again assuming her stern demeanour and taking a step back.

“You will now remove your skirt and socks. You will then place them neatly beside the desk before returning to your position. Do you understand?”

Mia replied once more in her shy, nervous voice.

“Yes Ma’am”

Then she reached down to remove her skirt. Slowly she unbuckled her belt keeping her eyes on Liana, the princess was maintaining her stern mistress persona. The belt loosened Mia began to slide the skirt down over her thighs, her eyes still fixed on her lover. She was glad to see the Princess’s cheeks colour a little and her stern expression waver as she watched her strip. Crouching down Mia brought the skirt to the floor, lowering her panties the rest of the way as she did so. She stood again and stepped forward, leaving the skirt and panties behind, moving closer to Liana who bit her lip a little. Mia couldn’t help but smile as she watched the princess trying to maintain her stern expression.

For a moment the two women stared at each other, then Mia turned and slowly, bent forwards to undo the little ties that held up her long socks, presenting her still hot and reddened behind to the princess. She could feel Lianas eyes on her as she slid each sock down, bending double as she did so.

Crouching to remove the socks she placed them down, folded the skirt and panties then picked up the little bundle. She placed it beside the desk and returned to stand in her position, facing Liana. The princess was blushing quite obviously now, and Mia thought she could see her nipples pressing against her fine silk blouse. Nonetheless Liana assumed her stern expression once more and spoke in a steady, severe tone.

“You have now got two answers wrong and there have only been three questions. The penalties will be harsher now so I suggest you try to do better. Now, turn around and bend over the desk. If you do not answer this question correctly you will receive ten swats with the paddle.”

Mia turned and, spreading her naked legs a little wider apart this time, she bent forward over the desk and waited for the next question.

“The next region is Greenvale.”

Mia knew this one quite well, but she wasn’t going to deny herself the paddle by getting it right. She answered in her best nervous voice.

“The Harlek family rule in Greenvale. They have ruled there since…” Liana cut her off.

“Wrong again Mia. I wonder if you have studied at all. Your penalty will be ten strikes with the paddle.”

Liana picked up the little round headed paddle from the desk. A moment later Mia felt the Princess’s hand, it slid over the top of her bottom and under her blouse, warm against the small of her back, pushing her firmly against the desk.

“You are doing very poorly Mia.” Liana said, a slightly playful edge to her voice. “You will hold still while you receive your penalty. Keep your legs straight.” The paddle came to rest against Mia’s behind, pressing firmly, the wood cold against her reddened skin. Liana spoke again.

“Are you ready?”

Mia paused for a moment before replying, readying herself for the swats, then she answered.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as she spoke the paddle withdrew and she tensed in anticipation, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. There was a moment of silence, and then the paddle swung in against her naked skin. The pain of the swat was intense, a sensation both heavy and sharp that forced a yelp from Mia as she clutched at the edge of the desk and arched her back. Slowly the pain receded into a fiery heat. She tensed again as she felt the paddle touch against her other cheek. It pressed for a moment then withdrew. The second swat matched the first, exhilaratingly painful. Mia let out another little yelp as she squirmed under the blow. The fire burned in both cheeks of her behind now. As she relaxed against the desk she focused on that heat, a smile spreading across her face.

Liana let the heat sink in before delivering the third swat. It was a little harder and Mia’s yelp was a little louder as she flexed her body in response to the pain. The Princess’s hand held her firmly against the desk. The fourth swat came and Mia arched her back and cried out, then let out a little satisfied groan as she relaxed.

The princess delivered the swats slowly, allowing the painful sting to sink in. Each blow brought a yelp from Mia and her breathing grew rapid. The ninth swat, harder still, forced a louder cry from her and she let out a soft moan as she flopped onto the desk. Her bottom burned with an intense, delightful, heat. She felt the paddle come to rest against her skin. The cold touch against her sent a little shiver up her spine and she tensed in anticipation of the final swat. The paddle stayed pressed against her for what seemed a very long time. She held her breath. Suddenly it withdrew and Liana delivered the swat, harder still. The sharp pain of the heavy blow forced the air from Mia in a yelping cry. She shuddered as the hot pain became a lingering burn, and gasped for breath as she collapsed against the desk, the tension leaving her body.

She heard Liana place the paddle on the desk and felt her fingers begin to carres the burning skin of her behind. The heat was intense, painful but wonderfully exhilarating. She shuddered as Liana’s hand massaged her. Again the princess fingers slid down over the curve of her bottom. She was conscious of the moisture and heat between her legs as those fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh then slid slowly upwards.

Mia lifted herself on her toes, offering herself to Liana. The fingers stroked against the lips of her pussy then pulled away. She thought Liana would deny her again but then the fingers returned. Pressing softly against her, parting the lips a little and slipping upwards towards her clit. She let out a little gasp as they brushed against it then slowly, gently, circled. The burning heat in her behind and the little waves of pleasure from the Princess’s touch filled her head with a warm mist. Her breath grew heavy as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation. She bit her lip as her pleasure grew more intense, building with the motion of those dexterous fingers, then the touch withdrew leaving her burning. Liana spoke.

“You don’t deserve to be rewarded if you haven’t been studying.” Mia gave a little groan of protest at the denial.

Turning her head she saw Liana pick up the paddle once again, then the princess continued in a severe tone.

“Given your performance so far I wonder if there is really any point in asking, but the next region you must tell me about is the mountains of High March.”

Mia’s head was still full of fuzzy warmth, but she thought she knew this answer. She hesitated for a moment before deciding it was more fun to get it wrong. Making her voice small and timid she spoke.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. I don’t know the answer.” There was a moment of silence before Liana spoke.

“That is very unimpressive Mia. You truly have been lazy.” The Princess’s tone was sharp, but Mia could sense the edge of enjoyment in it, Liana was enjoying this as much as her. The scolding continued.

“Given your terrible performance, your next penalty will be well deserved.” Mia felt the cold wood of the paddle come to rest against her behind once again.

“You will receive another fifteen with this. Are you ready?”

Mia did not hesitate to reply.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as she spoke the paddle withdrew and the first swat rang against her skin. It was hard, the stinging pain intense. She gasped out a soft cry. This time the second came quickly, another ringing blow that brought the sting of tears to her eyes. Liana did not relent. The strikes came quickly and Mia squirmed and flexed as she yelped with each stinging swat. She lost herself in the intensity of the sensation, hardly registering her own cries as the exhilarating stings fed the burning heat in her bottom. Her hands gripped the desk as she arched her back, Liana’s firm hand holding her down as she delivered the rapid rhythm of blows to her lovers behind. Mia’s cries were loud as she squirmed under the punishment.

After thirteen hard swats the princess paused. Mia collapsed against the desk, her chest heaving. She shuddered as the sharp pain of the swats faded slowly into fiery heat. It was luxuriously intense, almost unbearable, but gloriously exhilarating. She had not kept count, but she knew they were not done yet. She felt the paddle rest against her once again and Liana spoke.

“Two more to go Mia. Brace yourself, these will be severe. Are you ready?”

Mia’s breathing was still rapid, for a moment she caught her breath before replying, letting her pleasure show in her breathy voice.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m ready.”

She clutched the edge of the desk, preparing for the blows. For a long moment the paddle stayed pressed against her skin, then it swun back. Mia took a breath. The blow came with full force, sending a shocking wave of pain through her behind that brought a full throated cry from her mouth. She gasped for air then let it out in a shuddering groan as she endured the sting.

She felt the paddle rest against her other cheek and again she took a breath. It withdrew and the final blow rang against her punished skin. Again she cried out, a long wavering cry that became a moan of pleasure as she flopped against the desk, all the tension flowing out of her. Her skin burned with an intense fire as the pain of the last two blows sunk in. Her breath came in shuddering gasps and tears stung her eyes. She heard the paddle placed on the desk and felt Liana’s hand leave her back.

After a moment she saw Liana walk around the desk. The princess crouched in front of her and gently wiped a tear from her eye. Mia’s bottom burned as she looked up at the Princess’s beautiful face. Liana’s expression was tender. She placed a warm hand against Mia’s cheek and leant in close, her own smooth cheek pressing against her lovers. She whispered softly.

“Are you enjoying your punishment my love?” She stroked Mia’s hair as the girl replied, her voice still breathy.

“Yes.”

Mia turned her head and softly kissed Liana’s cheek. The princess spoke again.

“Would you like to continue?”

Mia answered quickly.

“I would.”

Liana returned Mia’s kiss, her warm lips pressing against her cheek before she stood, her expression stern once more. She paced around the desk, out of Mia’s sight as she spoke.

“If you cannot answer the next question your penalty will be five strokes of the cane.”

Mia turned her head to look at the cane and saw Liana lift it from the desk. She had never been canned, but she had heard it was very painful. She was looking forward to finding out. A moment later she felt it pressed against her bottom. Liana kept it there as she continued to speak in her commanding tone.

“You will now tell me about the rulers of the Western Summer Coast.”

After a moment of thought Mia realised she didn’t know this answer. She was sure she’d read it, but it was gone from her head. It didn’t matter though, it just meant she didn’t have to make up something wrong.

“I don’t know the answer Ma’am.” She said, making her voice small and timid.

Liana removed the cane from her bottom before she spoke.

“Then you will pay the penalty. Are you ready for the cane Mia?”

Mai shifted her position a little. Her heart was beating quickly as she imagined what the cane would feel like. She lifted herself on her toes, presenting her behind and answered, not managing to hide her eager tone.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m ready.”

She felt the cane press against her once again, then it pulled back and Liana gave her a quick pair of soft taps. Mia tensed as the cane patted her skin, even with this gentle touch it sent a little sting through her. It swung back and, after a moment of tense silence, Liana delivered the first stroke. The cane made a whistling sound as it cut through the air and a loud crack as it struck Mia’s bottom. The pain was intense, a thin line of fire across her behind. She gave a loud cry, arching her back as she endured the pain. It burned intensely, slowly fading, but leaving a thin line of heat on her skin. She felt the cane come to rest against her once more and readied herself for the next stroke. She wanted to feel more of that exhilarating sensation.

It swung back and again whistled through the air, making Mia cry out as it burned a line across her bottom. The pain brought tears to her eyes once more. She gasped for breath and shuddered as her cry faded, but she lifted herself on her toes, offering her behind for another stroke. The next fell lower, drawing another thin red stripe across her as Mia yelped and flexed.

Liana delivered the fourth stroke, bringing another loud cry from Mia and making her arch her back. She gasped for breath, supporting herself on the desk as the fiery line of pain faded into a lasting heat. She felt the cane again, pressing against the line it had just drawn. It swung back and she tensed. Liana delivered the stroke along that already burning line and Mia’s cry was almost a scream as she bucked under the impact. Pain seared across her skin and sent the building tears tumbling down her face. Her cry became a long moan as she collapsed against the desk, the pain still fiery, lingering for a long time before slowly fading to leave a lasting burn.

The pain of the caning had been unlike anything Mia had felt before, it was sharp and focused, almost unbearably intense, but she had loved it. It was truly exhilarating, and as she lay against the desk she was aware of a throbbing heat between her legs, almost matching the enduring sting of the cane in its intensity. She felt Liana’s warm hand against her skin, massaging her, brushing over the stinging lines that striped her bottom. She groaned softly and shifted against the desk, getting comfortable as she enjoyed her lover’s touch.

Liana massaged Mia for a long time, her smooth fingers pressing softly. Slowly the fire in Mia’s behind faded to a softer burn, the heat between her legs only grew. Liana spoke, still caressing Mia.

“You have now failed to answer correctly five times Mia. Once more and you will have failed the test. The penalty for that will be ten more strokes with the cane.” Liana gave Mia’s bottom a gentle squeeze, drawing a little gasp from her lover’s lips before she continued. “If you wish you may give up now and I will allow you to go without a further penalty. Would you like that Mia?”

Mia felt that she would not like that at all. She answered almost immediately.

“No Ma’am. I want to continue the test.”

Liana gave Mia’s bottom another squeeze then stepped away.

“Very well Mia. I appreciate your dedication.”

The princess retrieved the cane from where she had placed it on the desk and returned to her position. Mia felt it pressed against her skin.

“The next region is Southwall.”

Mia knew this answer, and she considered giving it to prove she could, but she was eager to feel the stroke of the cane again. She could feel it pushing against her, lifting her buttocks slightly. The red stripes it had given her still burned with an aching heat. She hesitated for a moment then spoke in a small voice.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. I don’t know the answer.”

Liana pressed more firmly with the cane. “Then I am afraid you have failed the test Mia, but it was brave of you to try. Your penalty for failing will be ten strokes. I want you to count each one then properly present your bottom for the next. Do you understand?”

Mia shivered with excitement at Liana’s stern tone. She tried to keep it out of her voice as she replied, playing her role as the penitent student.

“Yes Ma’am. I understand.”

Liana gave her a soft tap with the cane.

“Then we will begin. Present your bottom Mia.”

Heart beating quickly, Mia lifted herself on her toes, presenting her naked, red striped behind to the princess. She gripped the desk firmly, bracing herself for the stroke. A pair of soft taps sent a shiver through her, and then with a whistling crack the cane whipped against her naked flesh. She let out a long cry and pushed her hips against the desk as the stinging pain burned across her, slowly fading into a throbbing heat. She spoke in a breathy voice.

“One Ma’am.”

Slowly she lifted herself on her toes and again the cane tapped against her. She braced herself. The cane cracked against her skin and, biting her lip, she endured the stroke with a low moan. She sank back onto the desk with a shiver and spoke.

“Two Ma’am.”

Again she lifted herself. This time there was no warning tap. The stroke whipped against her skin and she let out a yelping cry as she flexed against the desk. She gasped for breath as the fiery pain faded. Her voice wavered a little as she spoke.

“Three Ma’am.”

Two more strokes came. Mia cried out as each one lit a burning line against her flesh, counted each in a breathless voice then presented herself for another. Now she felt the cane press against her once more, pushing on the path of an earlier stoke. The pair of taps Liana gave her stung and made her gasp as they traced the already burning line. The cane swung back and when it smacked against her flesh with its whistling crack, following that thin red line, she screamed, a loud cry of pain that wavered into an ecstatic moan as she sank down onto the desk. She gasped for breath as the searing pain faded into a luxurious burn. Her chest heaved and she felt tears on her cheeks as a satisfied smile spread across her lips. She spoke in a breathless voice.

“Six Ma’am.”

She was acutely aware of the throbbing between her legs as she lifted herself once more. The intense sensation of the cane filled her with longing for a different release. Once again Liana traced the line of an earlier stroke and again the searing pain of the impact made Mia scream. She didn’t know if she could endure three more as she lay against the table, gasping for breath, but she wanted to. She lifted herself again, speaking in a trembling voice.

“Seven Ma’am.”

Liana pressed the cane against her burning flesh, but she did not strike yet. She spoke in a gentle voice.

“You are doing very well to endure Mia. Would you like to stop now?”

Mia’s breath was still heavy, but she replied in a steady voice, grateful for Liana’s concern.

“No Ma’am. I want to finish my punishment.”

“Very well Mia.”

Liana tapped her once again. The cane swung back and then whistled through the air to crack against her skin. She let out a gasping cry, pressing her hips against the desk, then sank down with a long shuddering moan.

“Eight Ma’am.”

She lay against the desk breathing heavily and the intense pain of the stroke slowly faded. Her legs shook as she lifted herself, and she wondered at her own endurance, but she wanted to feel the sting again.

Liana spoke as she pressed the cane against Mia.

“The last two strokes will come together Mia. You do not need to count. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready Ma’am.”

The cane tapped against her skin and she tensed, then it swung back. The whistling blow swung in and again the fire seared across Mia’ bottom, bringing a gasping cry as she flexed against the desk. Almost immediately the next stroke came, Liana’s skillful hand lashing Mia once again along the same line and sending an overwhelming jolt of exhilarating pain through her flesh. Her cry became a long wavering scream. She arched her back and clutched the desk tightly as all the air left her lungs and then she collapsed against the leather cover. Gasping for air, shuddering with the overwhelming sensation as tears flowed freely down her smiling face.

Liana let the cane drop out of her hand and hurried to her lover’s side. This had been an intense game and she was filled with an overwhelming urge to comfort Mia. Gently she lifted the girl from the table. Mia turned to her. Her face was wet with tears, but she wore an expression of deep satisfaction. She looked at Liana with shining eyes and the princess pulled her into a close embrace, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear.

“You did so very well Mia.”

Mia let Liana support her weight, collapsing into the warm embrace. Little sobs shook her as the princess ran her fingers through her hair and spoke comforting words in her ear. Mia thought she never wanted to leave her lovers arms. The pain still throbbed in her bottom, a glorious burning sensation. She was filled with gratitude that she had found someone who understood her desire.

The two lovers held each other for a long time. Mia sobbing softly into Liana’s deep red hair as the princess gently stroked her. Slowly Mia’s tears dried and she turned her face and planted a kiss on Liana’s cheek. As her lips withdrew the princess pulled back a little and turned to gaze into her lover’s eyes. She spoke in a soft voice.

“I think you should be rewarded Mia. Would you like that.”

Mia leant forward again and kissed Liana on the mouth, it was a long, passionate kiss and when they pulled apart both women’s breath came quickly.

“I would like that very much Ma’am” Mia whispered.

Now Liana lent in for a kiss, her warm lips pressing over Mia’s mouth. Then princess pulled back and spoke in a breathy voice.

“Get up on the desk.”

Mia gave an excited grin as she stepped back and lifted herself onto the desk. Her bottom throbbed as her weight pressed it against the soft leather cover. Liana stepped towards her, placing her hands on her thighs and gently parting her legs. She could feel the moisture between them. Slowly the princess sunk to her knees, looking up into Mia’s eyes as she lowered herself down between her open legs.

She lent forwards and slowly ran her tongue up Mia’s inner thigh. The girl shuddered and pushed her hips forwards, feeling the sting in her bottom as the pressure shifted. The princess licked each thigh in turn, slowly moving inwards. Mia lent back, supporting her weight with her arms as she let out a long sigh. Liana’s tongue was teasingly close, slipping slowly over her skin, brushing the sides of her pussy. She could feel Liana’s warm breath as the tongue began to press against her pubic mound. Again she pushed her hips forwards and felt the burn in her behind, she moaned.

Liana slid her soft hands along her lover’s thighs as her tongue continued to massage her, warm and wet against her tender flesh. Mia’s breathing was heavy as the tongue withdrew. She felt the princess’s hot breath against her and Liana lowered her head and placed her tongue against Mia once again. Slowly, she ran it up the length of her pussy, the firm pressure parting her lips a little. Mia gasped as, for the briefest moment, the tongue brushed against her clit. Again Liana brought it back then began to run it upwards. She repeated the pattern, slowly running over Mia’s pussy coming achingly close to her clit before pulling back her tongue.

The Princess’s hands gripped her thighs, squeezing softly. Mia arched her back as once again Liana’s warm tongue brushed against her clit and pulled away. This time, as it slid upwards over her pussy, it pushed in, slowly parting the lips and entering her. Mia’s breathing was heavy now, she throbbed with desire as the tongue slipped deeper then withdrew, running over her labia then pushing inside her once again. Linana’s hands slid over her thighs then released them. After a moment Mia felt the soft touch of the Princess’s fingers against her pubic mound, pushing softly as her tongue continued to explore her.

Liana pushed her tongue deep inside Mia, her lips pressing against her pussy as her fingers pulled softly upwards, exposing her clit. Mia threw back her head and gasped, her head full of a warm haze as she felt the warmth of Liana’s tongue insider her. Slowly it pulled back, slipping out of her then gently running upwards. Mia was ready, her chest was already heaving as the princess placed her tongue against her clit. She gasped and moaned as Liana rolled her tongue, circling then pushing. Her breathing grew quicker, she could feel her climax coming as the warm pressure sent shivers through her. She pushed her hips forward, faintly aware of the ache in her behind as it shifted against the leather.

The tongue circled, pushed, ran over her clit then circled again. Mia let out two little gasps then Liana pushed once more and she cried out as the climax washed over her. She arched her back, gripping the sides of the desk as her body shook with the orgasm, waves of pleasure pulsing through her as the princess’s tongue continued to circle and press. She gasped for breath, then cried out again as another wave rolled over her. She shuddered, her hips locked as the orgasm shook her body and a warm haze filled her mind, she could feel only the pleasure and the delightful touch of Liana’s agile tongue.

Slowly the tide of pleasure receded, her breath came in quick gasps as she felt Liana slowly run her tongue over her a final time. The princess planted a soft kiss between her legs and Mia gave a long, satisfied sigh.

Liana stood, her face flushed pink and her lips moist. Mia slid off the desk and threw her arms around her lover, who pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Thank you Ma’am” she whispered.

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Would this count as cheating? Part four coming soon. Stay tuned!

“Hello, girls,” a store greeter said. “Is there
anything we can help you find today?” I started to say that we were just looking before
Amy interjected with, “We’re looking for negligee.” With a smile, the woman pointed to a corner.
“There are a few racks over there. You might find
some on the sales racks, too. Let me know if you
need any help.” Amy started over to them, and I followed after
muttering a shy thanks. “What size?” Amy asked. “I’m not sure,” I answered. “How do the sizes
work, exactly?” “Some go as a normal pants size would,” she
answered. “Others are the typical small, medium
and large.” “Okay, then,” I replied. “Try a five and a medium.” “I think you could wear a small, Lacy.” “You think so?” I looked down at my stomach and
patted it. “I don’t think I’m a small.” “You’re perfect.” She smiled and continued
searching through the lingerie. I started looking,
too. I found some that I really liked, but I still
wasn’t too sure about the sizes. I was too nervous
to ask if I should try one on, but I didn’t have to;
Lacy asked for me. “How about this one?” she said, holding a blue
lace bra and thong set up with a matching silk
robe. “It’s really sexy. And I’m sure it’ll fit you.”
She held it up to me, and I stepped back, slightly
embarrassed. “You need to try it on, I guess.” “I’m sure we’re not allowed to.” “So we’ll ask.” “No!” But it was too late. She had already stopped
the greeter from before and had asked the
question. “Yes, the dressing room is over there.” She
pointed to an open door. “There are several
dressing rooms in there. Just choose one, and yell
if you need anything. We ask that our customers
leave on their underwear when trying on lingerie,
though.” “No problem,” Amy replied. “Come on, Lacy.” Disgusted with myself, we went into the corridor
and saw that all of the rooms were empty. Amy
walked right into the room on the end, the biggest
one there. She called me over and she shut and
locked the door. I had never changed in front of
her before, but I didn’t have any problem with it then. She mimicked the woman. “‘Leave your
underwear on.’ God! Go ahead, Lacy. You won’t
know how they really fit unless you take
everything off.” “No way! Other women might have done the
same thing! Nasty…” “Nah. And even if they did, it’s not like it’s all that
disgusting.” “What are you talking about?” “Just do it! I promise, it’ll be fine.” I hadn’t minded CHANGING in front of her.
Stripping down to nothing but my nakedness was
a little unnerving. Reluctantly, I agreed, and
removed my shirt, shoes, and pants before
standing there in my underwear. “Go ahead. I’ll look away if it’s that big of a deal.” “Look away.” Amy sighed and turned around. I
had pulled my undergarments off before I noticed
she was watching me in the mirror she was facing. “Sorry, Lacy,” she said shamefully, and quickly
looking down. I had never seen her so trepidated
before. I glared at her before slipping on the blue
thong and bra and then putting the robe over
myself. I blew off the incident. “How do I look, Amy?” She turned around. “Gorgeous.” “You don’t think I look fat? I think I look-” And she kissed me! She freakin’ kissed me right
there in the dressing room, while I’m standing
there wearing practically nothing but a smile. Of
course, I wasn’t smiling when that happened. I
quickly jumped back. “What the hell’s wrong with
you?!” I shouted. “Keep it down, dear!” she said urgently. “I’m
sorry. You’re just…” “Just… what?” I was so angry. Not that it had
happened, but that I had noticed she was an
excellent kisser, even if it had only lasted for a
second. I was angry that I had enjoyed it, and she
had done something that I enjoyed. Her typical smile returned. “Are you going to try to
tell me that you didn’t like it?” She knew I did. And it disgusted me; I was a little
wet. “Just let yourself go,” Amy said, her words low and
soothing. “Come on. You’re curious, aren’t you?
So come on.” Justin had some porn of lesbians under the bed,
among his collection. I had never gotten around to
watching those. “I wouldn’t know what to do.” “I’ll show you.” Wasn’t this considered cheating on Justin? Maybe
not. We were, after all, just curious, right? Surely.
Amy might have been crazy about sex, but she
was the straightest person I knew. She liked to
talk about penises. A lot. Amy sensed that it was alright to go ahead, and
she walked over to me and kissed me again. She
slid her tongue inside my mouth, and licked my
lips. She moved to my neck and sucked hard. I
jerked away. “Don’t.” “Why?” “How would I explain a hicky to Justin?” Amy just smiled her Amy-smile and just gently
kissed on my neck. “We’ll go slow,” she whispered.
“You’re a newbie.” Amy put her hands on my tits and bounced them
up and down. Having someone else do this for me
was a whole different feeling. It tingled, and I had
to close my eyes. Otherwise, I would have moaned
out, and I didn’t want to own up to the fact that
she was incredibly “talented.” I nearly lost my self- control, however, when she pulled the cups of my
bra down under my breasts and began rubbing my
tits. She rolled them around in her fingers,
stretching them and pulling them gently. Then
she brought her mouth down on my left nipple
and began sucking it while still rubbing the other, and my satisfaction was no longer secret. I let out
a sighing moan and let my head fall back. I was
breathing heavily as she gently pulled on my
nipple with the suction of her mouth and tenderly
bit down on me. She then switched sides, seeming
eager to please me. I felt Amy’s hand slid off my left nipple and find my
drooling pussy. She slipped her finger through my
folds outside my panties, and I groaned even more
than before. “Shhh,” she said. “I’m glad you’re
enjoying this, dear. But you can’t be so loud.
Someone will hear us. Alright?” I sighed out an okay, and she continued to explore my wet sex. I
began rocking in rhythm with her fingers gliding
around me. This in motion with her tongue still
adventuring my hard nipple sent pulses through
my entire body. I had never gone this far with
anyone before. I had hardly pictured my first time being with another female. Suddenly, without warning, her fingers were inside
me. I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle
my cry. She slid her fingers in and out of me,
finding my g-spot easily, and caressing it with easy
pressure that made my whole body quiver. “I have
to sit down,” I said between pants. I was feeling weak from the pleasure. As I sat on the bench in
the room, she turned to her purse and pulled out
a package. She stripped down to nothing, just as I
had done. She threw her pink rhinestone thong to
me, and I grabbed it like a savage animal and
smelled it with all my might. Her sex smelled of sweat and feminism. I had laid my head back and closed my eyes.
When I looked back up at her, she was standing in
front of me with a contraption strapped to her
waist; a dildo. I was too overwhelmed with the
arousal of my own body to even ask what she was
planning. My only thoughts were of that next sensation, and I didn’t much care how I got it. Amy kneeled in front of me and put her nose to
my sex, inhaling deeply. “So sweet,” she
mumbled. She put her fingers back in me, and I
again had to put my hand over my mouth. I still
had her panties in my hand, and I moaned into
them. She was patient; she waited until I had adjusted to one thing before moving onto another.
After several moments, she proceeded to slip my
thong off. She smelled of it, too, before tossing it
to the side. She put the fingers she had had inside
of me in her mouth and sucked them tenderly.
After gathering up more of my wetness on her fingers, she brought them to my lips, and I kissed
them, tasting the salts of myself. She slipped back
inside of me, never breaking eye contact. And
then, I couldn’t contain myself anymore; she had
brought her mouth down to my vagina, and was
mercilessly sucking on my clit. I cried out, and she put her free hand over my mouth, shushing me. I
couldn’t stand it! Several minutes passed of her
gently biting and sucking. Occasionally, she would
lick me from the bottom of my sex to the top. Still
fingering me alongside this was too much for my
body to bear, and I let out a wonderful sigh that let her know I had gone as far I could go. My body
was floating, as it always does, but this time, I felt
warm all over. I collapsed back against the wall. Amy gave me a moment to rest. Breathing
heavily, I said, “Did I do good?” “Excellent, gorgeous,” she said. “Now, come down
here and lay down in the floor.” She wasn’t done? I was far too sensitive to keep
going. “I don’t think I can do it.” “Yes, you can. I know you can. Come down.” She took my hand and gently pulled me to the
ground, all the while ignoring my protests. It’s not
like she was raping me, not at all. I wanted it, but
I really wasn’t sure how I would hold up. I was so
sensitive after an orgasm, I didn’t even want to
put my underwear back on. But she insisted, and when I was at home, I would go another round if I
had the strength and willpower to do it. Now that
someone else was doing it, I might be able to go
through with take two. And if I did, I knew it
would be fantastic. Her strap-on was quite large; a good foot long, and
a circumference of about six-ish inches. I took one
last look at it before closing my eyes and lying my
head back. Amy spread my weak legs for me, and
laid on top of me. I felt her penetrate me, and I let
out a meek cry; I was too enervated to do much else. I panted heavily, exhausted. It didn’t hurt; it
was just like what I had done at home, the same
feeling, multiplied by ten because of just having
had an orgasm. My breathing was so heavy; every
inch of my body seemed to be quivering in
pleasure. It was so much to bear! Amy slid in and out of me, slow at first, and then speeding up. I
didn’t know how I was going to handle much
more. Waves of pain and pleasure pulsed through
my oversensitive body. And then, there it was; the most mind-blowing
orgasm I had ever experienced. I couldn’t keep
silent, and I didn’t care who heard me. Amy tried
to put her hand over my mouth, but to no avail. I
cried out in pain as the bliss carried me into a
alternate being. I wasn’t in my own body anymore. I couldn’t even feel my body. Slowly, a
warmth fell over me, and I returned to a physical
state. My whole body was numb, and I was dizzy
and faint. Amy must’ve had an orgasm too,
because she was leaning up against the bench I
had earlier sat on and was panting, too; just much lighter than I was. We both jumped when we heard a knock on the
door. “Is everything alright? Do you need another
size?” Had someone heard us? Amy easily muffled her difficulty breathing and
replied, “We’re fine. We had a little trouble…
figuring out how it went on. We’ll be out soon.” As soon as her steps had faded out of the room,
Amy laid down next to me. She kissed me on the
forehead and said, “Well done, baby.”

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A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!

Archmage Teluri’s life is made more interesting by the antics of the various spirit creatures that it is her job to keep in check. In the first chapter her old freind and lover the wood nymph Clarissa arrives in her chambers with a secret to share, but she’s not going to just give it up without some encouragment.

Archmage Teluri sat at her desk, carefully carving runes into a little strip of silver. It was early morning and daylight lit the room through the stained glass skylight. She had been working on this runeplate for two hours already and was starting to tire of the delicate work.

At that moment she felt a little twinge of anxiety in the back of her mind. It was the sign of something trying to pass through her wards and enter the chambers by teleportation. Calmly putting down her work she reached out with her mind, trying to perceive the would be intruder. Sure enough she felt their presence through the link to the wards. It was familiar, so she allowed them to pass through. This visitor would provide a nice distraction anyway. She stood up from her work desk and started to walk to the audience chamber. The wards would guide the visitor there.

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The audience chamber, like everything in the Archmage’s quarters, was finely decorated. It was round and the floor and walls were made of a blue tinged marble. In a ring of soil around the edge, a great variety of plants grew, creeping up the marble walls and filling the room with the scent of their flowers. When Teluri arrived, her guest was already there.

She was a wood nymph. She stood at the side of the room, smelling a flower and whispering to it softly. Like most fey-folk she was a beautiful sight. Slender and not much over five feet tall, her hair was pale green and her eyes an amber colour unlike any mortals. Her skin was pale and smooth, shifting to a greenish hue at her delicate hands and feet, giving an impression not unlike socks and gloves, though she wore none. She was dressed in a garment of close fitting leaves, running between her legs and over the tops of her thighs, nicely framing the shape of her hips. Her breasts were scarcely covered by another neatly arranged fan of greenery and the outfit, such as it was, was completed by two deep green leaves on her shoulders fitted by thin vines to a choker around her neck, on which was mounted a small blue gem.

Teluri was well aware that the nymph only dressed in this, frankly rather stereotypical way to entice her. They were old friends. She was called Clarissa, Clari for short, or that was what Teluri called her anyway, her real name was very long and changed with the seasons.

Clarissa turned away from the flower and gave Teluri a beaming smile. When she spoke her voice was musical and lively.

“I’m so glad to see you Teluri. I’ve been very bored these last few weeks but last night I found something very interesting and I thought to myself, Teluri would want to hear about this, and so here I am.”

As she spoke the nymph crossed the room with graceful stride, coming to stand close to Teluri, her smiling eyes fixing her with an affectionate gaze. Teluri returned the look then turned and sat in one of the high backed chairs that were arranged in a semi circle looking into the room. She indicated for Clarissa to sit, but she remained standing. Teluri spoke.

“I’m glad to see you too Clari, it’s been too long, and you’re right, I would like to know what you’ve found, you always have a good eye for these things. Will you tell me?”

With that Clarissa’s expression became mischievous. She tilted her head and put a finger to her lips. Teluri smiled at the exaggerated gesture and the nymph replied.

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I just wanted to taunt you with it. We spirits do love to taunt mortals.”

Teluri assumed a serious expression, though in fact she always enjoyed sparring with Clarissa.

“I’m not really mortal anymore Clari, and it’s not wise to taunt the archmage. It’s my job to keep spirits like you in line after all.”

Clarissa gave a wide grin, leaning forward a little as she spoke.

“That’s why it’s so fun. I think I’ll keep my secret. It seemed very powerful, quite dangerous in fact, just the sort of thing the Archmage is meant to deal with. But now you’ll never know what it was. What will you do about that archmage?”

As she spoke the question a flirtatious look came into her eyes. Teluri knew what Clarissa wanted her to do about it. She kept up her officious act as she rose from the chair and fixed the nymph with a stern expression, speaking in a serious tone.

“I can’t permit you to keep dangerous secrets from me Clarissa. If you don’t want to tell me then I will have to force you.”

Clarissa’s mischievous smile widened at the last comment and she took a step towards Teluri.

“Oooh. I like it when you get all stern. How are you going to force me mighty archmage? Will you use your spells?”

Teluri too took a step forward so that the pair stood very close. Their eyes locked together, the nymph smiling flirtatiously and the archmage glaring with false severity.

“I don’t think any magic will be needed Clarrisa.” she said “I won’t need to waste any power dealing with a rebellious spirit like you.” Then she reached out and took the nymph by the wrist. Clarissa giggled as Teluri turned and led her towards the chair. The archmage sat and, looking up at the smiling Nymph she spoke in a commanding voice.

“Lie over my lap Clarrisa. A spanking will be enough to loosen your tongue.”

The Nymph giggled again as she let Teluri pull her down. The archmage guided her into position, her bare stomach resting against her thighs and her bottom, scarcely covered by the leafy garment, raised up and exposed. For a moment Teluri reached out with her mind, willing the seals on her chambers shut, she didn’t want any visitors disturbing her now.

Clarissa wriggled a little in Teluri’s lap and turned her head to look back at the Archmage. She spoke in a low, flirtatious voice.

“You’ll have to make it a very good spanking. I’m tougher than I look, you know.”

Teluri smiled now, laying a hand against the smooth skin of the nymphs behind, below her leaf panties. She answered in a casual tone.

“My spankings are always good, Clarissa. You’ll be telling me all about your secret soon enough.”

The nymph gave a little huff as she turned her face back, then she flexed a little, raising her behind.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got then, Archmage” she said in a taunting voice.

Teluri was enjoying the feeling of the nymph against her lap, and the warmth of her smooth skin on her hand. It had been a while since Clarissa’s last visit. Suddenly it seemed like it would be a rather pleasant day.

After a long moment she withdrew her hand and delivered the first slap. She began softly, the sound of her hand against the nymphs skin rang through the room and she felt the spirit girl shift a little with the blow. Clarissa giggled and Teluri slapped her again. She began a rhythm of blows, striking softly for now, one cheek and then the other, slowly working upwards. Clarissa squirmed gently under the slaps, occasionally letting out a little breathy gasp.

After twenty of these gentle blows Clarrisa spoke, her voice wavering a little as Teluri continued the spanking.

“You’ll never get me to talk this way Archmage. I’m not one of your students you know, I could lie here all day.”

Teluri did not break the rhythm of slaps as she replied.

“There’s no need to rush Clarrisa, but if you insist we’ll try a little harder.”

She began to strike with more force now. The sound of the slaps filling the room. The nymph wriggled, her little gasps growing louder and more frequent as the spanking reddened the pale skin of her behind.

Slowly Teluri increased the force of her blows. She struck each cheek in turn, moving up and down, bringing a red glow to all the exposed skin and striking with a little more force where the leafy panties gave protection. After forty slaps she paused. She could feel Clarissa’s chest rise and fall, her breathing rapid. She gently rubbed the nymph’s behind, enjoying the warmth against her hand. Clarissa spoke in a teasing tone.

“Are you tired already Archmage?”

Teluri squeezed the spirit girl’s bottom as she replied.

“I’m just letting you catch your breath.”

As she finished speaking she drew back her hand again and delivered another slap, harder now. Clarissa flexed under the blow and let out a little surprised gasp. Teluri did not relent. She began her rhythm again, and the nymph wriggled against her lap. Each slap brought a gasp now or a soft groan, far more of pleasure than pain. After another ten blows she increased the force once more.

Clarissa let out a little cry as a slap rang against her skin, but then she was silent as Teluri continued her rhythm. The archmage knew she was just being stubborn. The nymph wriggled and flexed against her lap as the sound of the punishment filled the room. Teluri held her firmly against her lap, not breaking the pattern of slaps. Her count had reached seventy by the time Clarissa’s resolve to stay silent broke and she let out another little cry of pain, tinged with an unmistakable edge of pleasure.

Now each blow brought a soft cry and the nymph began to bend her slender legs as she flexed under the strikes. The count reached eighty and Teluri delivered a quick pair of harder slaps. Clarissa gave a yelping cry as each stinging blow rang against her skin and then she sank down against Teluri’s lap, her breathing heavy as the rhythm stopped. Teluri returned her hand to the nymphs behind, gently stroking the reddened skin. The spirit made little moaning sounds of enjoyment as she relaxed in the archmages lap. After a long while Teluri spoke.

“Do you want to give up Clarissa?”

The nymph turned to look back at her, her cheeks flushed and a mischievous expression on her face.

“Oh no. Not at all, you’ll have to do a lot better than that if you want to hear my secret.”

Teluri gave her a look of mock irritation and replied in a stern tone, her hand still caressing the nymphs behind.

“Well then. If you won’t give up your secrets then you shall have to give up your protection instead.”

As she spoke she slid her hand over the leaves that formed Clarissa’s undergarments. She slipped her fingers underneath. Like all nymphs Clarissa conjured such things into existence so Teluri simply dispelled the magic. As she pulled with her fingers the leaves burst apart, fading into green light and then to nothing, leaving the nymph exposed. She could see quite clearly that the spirit girl was enjoying herself. Again she placed her hand on Clarissa’s behind, gently stroking the now exposed skin, already pink from the earlier punishment. She spoke again.

“We’ll see how you do now Clarissa.” She lifted her hand away as the nymph began to reply

“I still won’t tell you…”

Her words became a gasp of surprise as Teluri delivered a hard slap to her bottom, more forceful than before and now striking the fully exposed skin. Clarissa flexed at the pain but gave a little groan of obvious satisfaction as she relaxed once more, only to let out a little yelp as another blow struck her.

Teluri delivered the slaps slowly, working methodically up the nymphs exposed behind from the top of the thighs to the upper part of her buttocks. Clarissa was trying to be stoic again, but every few slaps a little cry escaped her lips and her breathing was growing heavier. She flexed and wriggled, held in place by Teluri’s hand. She began to lift her legs with each slap.

Teluri spoke as she continued the punishing rhythm

“You just have to tell me the secret and I’ll stop. I know you want to tell me anyway.”

Clarrisa let out a little cry as another slap found her bottom and then began to answer, her voice breaking as the slaps continued.

“I won’t be… telling you… anything…” She gave another soft yelp “This is… nothing…”

Teluri let herself smile. She wondered how far Clarissa would take this, certainly they had gone much further than in the past.

The nymphs kicking legs were making it hard to keep her in place as she struggled under the spanking. Teluri stopped her rhythm for a moment and Clarissa flopped against her lap, panting for breath. Her bottom was a deep red now. Feeling the burning in her hand Teluri imagined the fiery heat that Clarissa must be feeling.

The Archmage made a complicated gesture with her fingers and spoke a single word, blue light flared around her hand and she pointed down at the nymphs legs. The light whipped out and became a pair of cords each of which wrapped around one of the girl’s ankles then stretched out to reach into the ground, binding her legs in place. Clarissa tugged fruitlessly at the bonds a for a moment then spoke, her tone flirtatious.

“Oooh, I do like it when you use those ropes.”

Teluri smiled, but did not let her stern tone falter.

“That is not all I will be using. Clearly a hand spanking will not be enough. I wonder what I should use to make you talk.” She was considering the various implements she had stored in her chamber, it was quite a ***********ion. While she was thinking Clarissa spoke again, her tone defiant, but with a flirtatious edge.

“Use whatever you like. I won’t be telling you anything.”

It occurred to Teluri that she didn’t really have to choose just one.

“Ok then Clarissa. I suppose I’ll just try a few and see what works. We’ll start with something simple.”

Again she gestured with her hand and spoke a word, thinking of the implement she wanted. There was a little flash of light and a hairbrush materialised. It was large, made of polished wood with a paddle shaped end. She placed the flat side against the nymphs bottom, pushing against the reddened skin. Clarissa adjusted her position a little, readying herself.

Teluri drew back the brush then delivered a firm swat, striking low on the girls bottom with a satisfying slapping sound. Clarissa squirmed under the impact and let out a little yelp. The next blow brought the same reaction and soon the nymph was twisting and squirming as the hair brush slapped against her skin, bringing little yelps from her mouth and making her tug against the bonds that held her legs. Teluri worked her way up and down the girls bottom, delivering firm swats to each cheek in turn, holding the nymph firmly against her lap as she squirmed and cried out.

With the tenth swat she increased the force of the blows, the sound of wood against skin and Clarissa’s cries and moans filled the room. She kept the rhythm steady, letting the painful swats fade into burning heat in the nymphs behind before she delivered the next and brought a further yelp for the struggling spirit.

After twenty swats she paused. Clarissa let out a low moan as the tension left her body and she lay panting across Teluri’s lap. Her arousal was very clear to the mage, who could see her pussy between her slightly spread legs. She could feel her own arousal too.

With a casual gesture she sent the hairbrush back. Then she called a replacement. This time it was a thick belt, quite wide and made of supple dark brown leather. She laid the belt across Clarissa’s back and began to rub the reddened skin of her behind. The nymph let out a soft groan and flexed her body, lifting her bottom up and pressing it against Teluri’s hand.

After she had massaged all across the bare skin the Archmage picked up the belt once more.

“Remember, you can always just tell me the secret.” she said as she gave Clarissa a pair of gentle taps with the belt, getting her aim right.

“I’ll never tell.” Came the reply, and so Teluri delivered the first swat.

The heavy belt made a loud cracking sound as it smacked against the bare skin of the nymphs behind, sending ripples through both cheeks. Clarissa bucked with the blow, letting out a cry of protest that quickly became a wavering sigh as she flopped back against Teluri’s lap. The next swat drew another yelp as the cracking sound echoed across the room. The nymph cried out with every strike of the belt, her protesting voice fading each time into an ecstatic moan. The sounds of her pleasure and pain were stirring Teluri, as was the feel of her struggling in her lap. She could feel the heat between her own legs quite clearly as she delivered the series of hard strikes.

After ten she paused. Clarissa’s breathing was heavy and she let out a soft groan with each breath out. Teluri placed the belt across her back once again and began to rub her bottom, running her fingers over the deep red stripes the leather had left there. She spoke as she did so, her voice a little softer now.

“You know, maybe you’d like me to try another approach. Perhaps there’s something else I could do to make you talk?” As she spoke her fingers strayed downwards, slipping onto the nymphs thighs and brushing gently against her inner leg. Clarissa answered in a breathy voice.

“If you’re admitting that I’m just too tough for your pathetic spankings then maybe you could try something else.” Her tone was mocking, even through her heavy breaths. “I didn’t think the Archmage was such a pushover.”

Teluri smiled, Clarissa really was a tough one. That was usually the way with nymphs, not at all as frail as they might appear. She answered in a calm voice, picking up the belt again.

“Very well then. We will continue.”

As soon as she had finished speaking she whipped Clarissa with the belt again. The leather whistled through the air then cracked against the nymphs behind. She let out a loud cry of pain as she flexed against Teluri. The Archmage did not relent. She delivered another whistling blow that brought a matching cry. She felt Clarissa grasp her leg, squeezing tightly with each strike of the belt against her punished skin.

The nymph’s cries were full throated now. Loud yelps of pain and pleasure. The girl was tugging at the bonds that held her legs as she bucked under each firm strike, and Teluri pressed her firmly against her lap.

She delivered fifteen strikes with the belt. Clarissa cried out with each one and when they stopped she collapsed against Teluri, her breath coming in great heaving gasps. The archmage dismissed the belt and began to caress the nymphs behind, now striped deep red by the punishing force of the leather.

With her other hand she reached over and stroked Clarissa’s long green hair as the girl drew heavy breaths, sometimes letting out a soft moan as she breathed out. Eventually Clarissa turned her face towards Teluri. Her eyes were wet with the start of tears and her cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling.

For a long while they met each other’s gaze. Teluri felt a surge of affection for her old friend and lover, as well as a surge of desire. Clarissa’s smile became mischievous once more and she spoke.

“I’m not done yet Archmage. What else have you got?”

Teluri smiled, marvelling a little at the nymph’s endurance. She wiped the smile from her face and replied in her most serious tone, making Clarissa giggle.

“So you still resist. In that case I will have to be more severe with you. Stand up Clarissa.”

Slowly, her ankles still bound to the floor, the nymph got to her feet. Teluri stood, straightened her long robe and then with a casual flick of her wrist dismissed the chair, sending it elsewhere for the moment. She turned to Clarissa and slowly looked her up and down, noting again the nymphs obvious arousal.

“I do not believe you will need this.” The Archmage said and, reaching out with her hand she touched the fan of greenery that covered the nymphs breasts. Again the leaves burst apart as the magic was dispelled and the force lifted Clarissa’s breasts a little. The spirit gave a little gasp and fixed Teluri with a flirtatious grin. The mage smiled appreciatively as she took in the perfect curve of her breasts and the hardness of the nymph’s nipples.

She stepped to the side and spoke a word, gesturing with her hand. There was a bright flash and when it faded a long thin table stood in front of Clarissa. It was topped with padded leather and just the right size to support the nymphs upper body and outstretched arms.

“Bend over the table with your legs straight Clarissa.”

The nymphs looked at Teluri and grinned, then slowly bent forwards over the table, lowering herself onto the leather padding. The height of the table meant that her bottom was just a little raised. Clarissa had done this before and without prompting she placed her arms out in front of her, resting her weight against the table.

Teluri began a sequence of gestures with her agile fingers, calling a globe of blue light that grew steadily in intensity and size. Once the ball had grown large enough she spoke a word and swept her hand out in a wide arc.

The light split into three strands. One strand formed into a thick band which wrapped around Clarissa’s midriff, securing her to the table. The other two strands descended on her wrists, becoming cords that wrapped around them then extended out to grip the legs of the table. The archmage closed her hand into a fist and the bonds tightened a little, securing the nymph in place against the table and parting her legs a little further. Clarissa let out a little purring moan and spoke.

“I really do love these ropes of yours.”

Teluri did not reply but maintained her stern act. She called another implement. This time it was a cane, thick and straight with a suede wrapped handle. She stepped forward and placed it against Clarissa’s raised behind, pressing against the reddened skin, lifting the girl’s buttocks a little. She spoke.

“I think the cane will make you talk. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to give up now?”

Clarissa replied with a teasing, defiant tone.

“You’ll have to make me Archmage.”

Teluri smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

She drew back the cane, letting the girl’s lifted buttocks drop then gave the nymph two soft taps, lining up her swing. For a moment she thought back to her days as a novice and the many times she’d felt the sting of a cane just like this. She gave another tap then swung back.

The cane whistled as it cut through the air and smacked against Clarissa’s bottom with a sharp sound. She flexed against her bonds and let out a gasping cry of pain. A thin red line forming where the cane had struck. The nymph let out a moaning sigh as she endured the burning sting, but then she lifted herself on her toes, presenting her behind for the next strike.

Teluri obliged her and again the cane whistled in, bringing a high pitched yelp from the bound girl and another groan, heavy with pleasure as she endured the painful burn. The caning continued. Each whistling swing striking against Clarissa’s bottom with a sharp crack, making her cry out and tug at her bonds. Thin lines of red, clear even against her already punished skin, striped her bottom.

With each strike the spirit’s cries grew louder and she tugged harder against her bonds. Her breathing was heavy, gasping for air between the punishing blows. Teluri knew the fiery sting of the cane well, she was a little jealous of the intense sensation she knew the nymph was feeling as she delivered another whistling strike and listened to another pleasured tinged yelp of pain.

The eighth strike swung in and Clarissa’s cry was long and wavering. She collapsed against the table, panting for breath, but once again she raised herself on her toes, ready for more. Teluri lined up her next strike. This time, with a practiced hand she struck along the same line as her last blow, sending a wave of pain through Clarissa that brought a cry that was almost a scream and made her flex against her bonds.

Teluri knew Clarissa was reaching her limit, but she was also well aware that the nymph would never push past what she actually enjoyed, it just wasn’t in her nature. Again the bottom rose and Teluri lined up the tenth strike. She drew back the cane, further this time, and delivered a whistling blow, swinging with full force against the line of an earlier strike. The nymph gave a long wavering cry and collapsed against the table, her breath heaving. She lay there panting for a long while, then she spoke, her voice breathless but still with a playful edge.

“Alright Archmage. That’s enough. Maybe you should try the other way, I think that would work nicely.”

Teluri smiled, and with a flick of her wrist she sent the cane away. She stepped up behind Clarissa and softly ran her fingers over her punished behind. The spirit’s skin was still soft despite the painful treatment. Massaging softly she worked her way down over the curve of the nymph’s behind. Clarissa groaned with pleasure at the touch. She lay with her full weight against the table, all the tension gone from her body.

Teluri placed one hand on the small of her back, while the other slipped down between her legs. She ran her fingers along the lips of the nymphs pussy, feeling the moisture as she gently parted them. With a practiced touch she slid the fingers upwards and began to circle Clarissa’s clit, bringing a little moan of pleasure from her. Teluri’s fingers were long and dextrous. Still teasing the nymphs clit with one she slid the others back, parting the lips once more and slipping a finger inside.

Clarissa moaned, her breath coming faster. Teluri slid a second finger inside her, still circling her clit with another. She could feel the heat between her own legs growing stronger as she brought the nymph towards her climax. Clarissa was making little gasping sounds now, Teluri could see her chest rise and fall as her breath quickened further. She took a step back, her fingers still doing their work. Crouching down behind the nymph she brought her other hand in between her legs. With one hand she slipped two fingers in and out of the spirit’s moist pussy, while with the other she stroked and circled her clit.

Clarissa’s little gasps grew more rapid, rising in pitch as she squirmed with pleasure, tugging on the bonds that still held her against the table. Her climax came and she let out a pair of breathless gaps that merged into a long shuddering cry as she tugged against her bonds, Teluri’s fingers still caressing her. As her cry faded she flopped against the table once again, her breath coming in heaving gasps as the fingers withdrew from her.

Teluri stepped back, cleaning her hands with a little wave of power as she walked around the table. Clarissa looked up at her with her amber eyes, her face flushed and a wide smile of satisfaction on her face. The archmage crouched down, bringing her face level with the nymphs.

“Are you ready to tell me the secret now Clari?”

Clarissa nodded as she spoke, her voice still a little breathless.

“Of course. I promise I’ll tell you, but I’ve really made you work for it haven’t I? Such a bother for you. Maybe I should make it up to you first.”

Teluri had been hoping the nymph would offer. With a flick of her hand she dismissed the bonds, and with another she dismissed her robes. They faded away into a bluish light that seemed to drift away on a wind that was not there, leaving her in her silk bra and panties.

Clarissa lifted herself off the table and slowly paced around it towards the mage, their eyes locked together. She drew close, the rosey scent of her green hair filling the air around Teluri as the nymph lifted herself on her toes, bringing her still flushed face close and planting a soft kiss on her lips. The spirit pressed herself against her, one arm around her back, pulling her close and reaching up to stroke her hair, while the other reached down.

Teluri felt Clarissa’s fingers push against her, running over her silk panties. Still embracing, the fingers slowly rubbing up and down and sending little shivers of pleasure through her, they turned. The nymph pressed against her, pushing her back and she reached behind her, lifting herself up onto the table. She spread her legs apart as she perched on the edge. Clarissa pulled her head forwards and planted another long kiss on her lips, then she drew back. She gave Teluri a sultry smile as she slowly crouched, lowering her face down between her open legs.

The nymphs tongue pushed against her, delightfully warm through the already wet silk of her underwear. Teluri sighed and lent back, supporting herself with her arms as Clarissa’s tongue continued to massage her. She felt the nymphs warm fingers on her thighs, sliding across her skin to grip the little ties that held her panties in place. The tongue continued it’s work as the fingers slowly undid the ties. Teluri groaned as the pleasure built, arching her back a little. She felt the silk pulled away from her and then the tongue touched against her exposed pussy.

It slid over her, warm and wet. She moaned as it brushed against her clit. The nymph explored her, her tongue pressing against the flesh above her clit then circling down to brush against it, sending little shocks of pleasure through her with each rotation. Her breathing was heavy now and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation. Clarissa placed her tongue at the bottom of her pussy and slowly brought it upwards, pushing against the lips and running over her clit. The nymph repeated the motion, the firm pressure of her warm tongue drawing a gasp from Teluri with each pass.

She felt Clarissa’s fingers brush against her, gently teasing her clit as the tongue slid down and slowly pushed her lips apart, sliding inside her. She moaned softly and lowered herself onto the table, lying against the padded leather, her legs spread wide as Clarissa pleasured her. The fingers brushed and circled her clit as the tongue slipped deeper inside her then pulled back only to sink in once more. Each little touch of the fingers sent a shiver of pleasure through her, she moaned between breaths, her chest rising and falling quickly as the pleasure built.

The fingers pushed against her, lifting the little hood of skin that covered her clit as the tongue slipped out of her and slid slowly upwards, pushing firmly against her. Clarissa began to lick her clit, rolling her tongue and pressing against it, sending waves of pleasure through her. Teluri grasped the edges of the table, arching her back as the tongue brought her climax closer. Her head was full of a warm haze, as the pleasure took over. She thought she was crying out as the nymphs tongue pressed and circled and a hot wave of sensation filled her, seeming to sweep away everything else. The orgasm was long and intense, rising and falling with the pressure of Clarrisa’s tongue. All her breath left her in a long exultant cry of pleasure.

The delightful sensation receeded slowly as all the tension drained out of her body and she lay on the table, gasping for breath. After a long while she felt a soft touch against her cheek. She turned her head and Clarissa was there, crouching beside the table, looking at her with her mischievous grin. Teluri looked into her amber eyes as the nymph spoke.

“You know, the other nymphs will all be very jealous when I tell them I made the archmage cum.”

Teluri smiled.

“They must have been jealous for a long time already then, you never fail Clari.”

The nymph giggled, then she looked serious for a moment.

“Oh yes. I should tell you the secret. I think it’s quite important.”

Teluri lifted herself a little, curious to know what Clarissa had found. The nymph continued.

“You know there’s that old dragon who sleeps under the forest? Well, thing is he’s awake, and he’s heading this way.”

Teluri cried out in alarm and sprang off the table, calling back her robes, her panties quite forgotten on the marble floor. The nymph giggled happily.

“Oooh, you’re so serious Teluri. Don’t worry, you’ve dealt with dragons before, and it should be at least twenty minutes before he gets here.”

Teluri thought she’d have to give Clari a real punishment one of these days, assuming she wasn’t eaten by a dragon.

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A girl going naked in school is eager to play Juilet in her school’s play. But she gets a big shock at what’s on the program!

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Taboo Naked Performance

Chapter One: Juliet’s Taboo Futa Surprise

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Monday

I popped off my belly shirt and bared my large breasts cradled in my bra. The futas at my college cheered as I did. I grinned. I was finally chosen for the Program. It was my week to go naked and attend classes. I kind of wished it had come earlier or later, but I didn’t care.

Even if it meant I had to perform my role as Juliet in the classic Willemina Shakespeare play naked come opening night on Friday, I didn’t care.

I was just so wet right now.

It was the second week into the new semester. I had watched a dozen other girls get to strip naked and have fun. That Freshman Ginny was gangbanged, Denice ran her wild campaign to become Homecumming Queen, the wicked weak where Krysten and her older futa-sister went naked for two weeks because they inspired the football team to win the State Confrence. It was all such wicked fun.

Now it was my turn.

“Well, futas, she’s a bold one,” said President McTaggart as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I bared my big, lush, golden-brown tits to the cheers of all. I would have an awesome second year of college. “And, isn’t she endowed? You lucky futas get to play with them.”

“Can’t you play with them, President?” I asked. “That’s what the rules change allows, right? Professors can have sex with us outside of lessons.”

“Only if you’re in a romantic relationship that’s been disclosed to the guidance counselor, Miss Estevez,” the president quickly said, her red hair sweeping about her shoulders as she glanced out at the crowd. “Remember that, futas and girls, if any of you are having an affair with your professor, you better come clean. If we find out…”

“I’ll fuck you, Miss Dannel!” a futa shouted.

“And it has to be off the campus and not at school events.” The president eyes found Miss Castellano. I smiled at her. She was so pretty. I looked up at her. I wanted to be a sexy, Latina beauty like her when I reached her age.

I wiggled out of my tight jeans, stepping out of them with grace. I had lush legs. My short, brown hair swayed about my face as I bent down to take them off, my tits swaying before me. I felt all those futas staring at me with lust. The poor junior girl selected, Emeline Bellamy, looked at me with such envy.

She had such small titties.

I straightened then whirled around, shaking my booty at the crowd. The cheerleaders were thrusting their pompoms into the air while I thrust my panties down my rump, exposing my trimmed bush to the crowd and my curvy, Latina rump. I wiggled it from side to side as I thrust my panties down my leg.

Today would be awesome.

“Okay, and now for the futas,” said President McTaggart. “Let’s see… No, no, that’s a junior. And a sophomore and… Here we are. Ase Westerberg.”

The crowd cheered as I watched the blushing freshman lurch to her feet, her short, light-brown spilling about her face as she descended down the stairs from the bleachers. I smiled at her, clapping my hands together. A few girls shouted, “Let’s see that futa-cock!”

I giggled.

“And for the last futa… Oh, yes, this is perfect.” President McTaggart held up the slip of paper while the cheerleaders shook their pompoms, a hush falling over the crowd. “Isidora Estevez.”

“What!” I shouted as my futa-sister rose from the crowd. Isidora was the last futa I wanted to see naked. She was my futa-sister. My annoying, bratty older futa-sister. I ground my teeth and folded my arms beneath my tits as she headed out form the crowd.

What was going on? “Why do sisters always get chosen?”

“Huh?” Emeline asked, glancing at me.

“Sisters. Charisma and Krysten, and Dina and Audie. We’re the third set of siblings chosen.” I shook my head. “That’s not a coincidence.”

Emeline shrugged. “Isadora’s cute. She’s got that sexy, Latina smile. Mmm, yes.”

I rolled my eyes. My futa-sister didn’t even have any tits. And she copied how I dressed. Belly shirt and tight jeans, though hers showed off the bulge of her futa-cock. She was always fucking new girls, usually from outside the college. She would go down to the mall and hang out, picking up chicks and dating them for a few weeks before moving on to another.

Made me want to gag.

“Okay,” President McTaggart said as Isidora stripped, revealing those pathetically small titties. They were just handfuls. I liked my futas to have some curves. “Enjoy this week in the Program. Get to know our four lucky winners. Maybe you’ll discover something new about yourself.

I was never more happy than to be swarmed by the horny futas.

They were all around me. Teal Constance appeared, of course. She was the first one to get her hands on my tits. The freshman futa looked like she’d died and gone to heaven as she groped them, her fingers digging into my flesh.

“Don’t be shy, Teal,” I purred as another futa grabbed my rump. “Get in there.”

Teal buried her face between my titties and rubbed back and forth. I groaned and shook, her hair brushing my hard nipples. Her pale hands contrasted with my bountiful, golden flesh. I shuddered and smiled as other hands touched me.

Stroked me.

My skin felt so alive.

I purred in delight as a dozen hands caressed over my body. They stroked my sides and hips. My thighs. My ass. A bold hand thrust between my legs, rubbing at the hot flesh of my pussy. I melted right then and there.

I was just so horny to finally be naked. It was the best thing in the world. I shuddered as those delicious fingers ran up and down my pussy lips. My ass clenched, two different hands, one with long fingernails, squeezed my rump.

“Oh, you wicked futas,” I moaned in throaty delight. “Whoever is rubbing my twat, don’t be shy. Get those fingers in me.”

I gasped as they thrust into my pussy. A futa groaned, “Holy shit, she’s so wet. Goddess, that’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, you naughty puta,” I purred, my accent growing stronger as the pleasure rippled through me. “A bunch of futa-putas all playing with my body. Mmm, yes, yes. Work those fingers in and out of me.”

“I’m so hard for you, Xochitl!” a futa groaned.

“You’re tits are incredible!”

“So incredible!” groaned Teal from between my breasts.

“Damn, I love your ass!”

“Blow me?”

“If you’re in one of my classes, I’ll do more than blow you!” I gasped. “I’m using all my chances for relief. Mmm, I am going to get wild in all my classes!”

A mighty cheer whooped around me.

I trembled as the fingers in my pussy thrust in and out of me faster. Another futa found my clit, her finger massaging my bud as my lusts urged through me. A mouth latched onto my nipple. Teal was sucking hard. I gasped, my rump clenching and my twat tightening on those digits. The friction increased, swelling my orgasms.

“¡Ustedes futas malvadas!” I howled, the pleasure surging through me. “¡Mierda!”

My body bucked and shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. It was incredible. All these futas touching my body, teasing me. Teal sucked hard on my nipple. My cunt spasmed around the digits plunging into my depths. Juices gushed down my thighs.

The pleasure surged through me. Stars burst across my vision as the rapture bathed my mind. I trembled beneath the futas’ touch, my moans echoing through their cheers. A camera flashed, Lizaveta Kuznetsov recording this moment.

“She’s cumming on my fingers!” a futa shouted.

“Damn, that’s hot!”

“I have to fuck you, Xochitl!”

“My cock’s so hard! Do me right here!”

I just howled out in rapture, trembling through the bliss that rushed through my system. It was incredible. The best bliss in the world. My nineteen-year-old body trembled and bucked, drinking in the wild pleasure.

These sexy futas took me to the height of rapture so fast. I swooned and groaned, my eyes fluttering. I shook my head, grabbing a futa’s boob to keep from falling over. Her hard nipple rubbed at my palm through her sweater.

“Xochitl,” the futa moaned. She was a sophomore named Augusta Pryor, her eyes bright.

I grinned at her. “You’re in my math class, right?”

She nodded.

“You’re getting pussy today,” I told Augusta. The look on her face sent another orgasm rippling through me.

It was a magical moment. I moaned and gasped. I swayed and—

“Isidora, yes!” a girl squealed. “Fuck me! Pound that girl-dick in me.”

My stomach twisted. My futa-sister was fucking some slut. I shook my head and moaned, “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I need to breathe, futas.” I shuddered, Teal’s mouth popping off my nipple. “Whew, you futas are a sexy bunch. I’m about to swoon.”

“Xochitl!” they all cheered around me, crying out my name. They looked so damned sexy. I could just eat them up.

I had pussy juices when I showed up to my first class (the second period since we never had first on Mondays thanks to the Program assembly). I shuddered when I walked into Intro to Drama. Ms. Tyrell, a pale-skinned futa with black hair, smiled at me. Her eyes flicked up and down my body. She often found an excuse to fuck girls in the Program to teach “sexual acting.”

Maybe she would fuck me.

“Ms. Tyrell, I am in need of relief,” I told her.

She arched an eyebrow, staring at my bush. “I can see that. You have pussy cream running down your thighs.”

“I know!” I said. At the start of all my classes for the week, I could ask for relief. A ten minute period in which I could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to get me off. Every futa in the classroom stared at me with such hunger in their eyes. There were futas from all four years, the elective open up to everyone.

My eyes settled on Pearle, a blonde futa with round tits. She wore a jean skirt and a long-sleeved sweater, her nipples poking at the purple weave. I grinned at her and said, “Since the swim team kicked so much ass last week, you get to fuck me.”

“Practicing for you and Letizia?” asked Ms. Tyrell.

I winked at the professor as Pearle bounded to her feet. Letizia, a cute freshman, was playing Romea, the dashing futa who would sweep Juliet—me!—off her feet. I was looking forward to rehearsing our sex scene this week. It was going to have full penetration and end with a creampie. A futa could cum in me since I was on the shot.

A year without any worry of getting pregnant.

Relief wasn’t the sort of time to get all lovey with your partner. It was pure and carnal passion. I sank down on my desk and spread my legs wide. Getting fingered in the auditorium had me primed. I had no idea which futa had her fingers in my clam, but that sexy futa had gotten me off.

“Mmm, come on, Pearle, let me see that gran verga,” I purred. “My juicy concha needs it.”

“Don’t use Spanish around Pearle, you’ll just confuse her,” said Meadow Paulines, a bright smile on her face.

I winked at her. “I think she’ll figure it out.

Pearle had her sweater off, her breasts round and jiggling. Most futas didn’t wear bras. She hiked up her jean skirt, her thong barely constraining her futa-dick. She just shoved it to the side, flashing her shaved pussy lips as she advanced on me.

“Just plunge it in,” I moaned. “Feed my clam and give me all that pearly jizz.”

“Damn,” the futa groaned as she reached me. “It’s your first day. Most girls don’t go wild this fast.”

“Why waste time?” My large breasts rose and fell before me as I squirmed. “Just get in me. We’re running out of time.”

“Mmm, watch them, class,” Ms. Tyrell said. She had her phone out and aimed right at us. “It’s important to study how people look in the throes of passion so you can replicate it on stage. And for you two, remember this bliss so you can reach into yourself and express it. That is the core of method acting.”

“Yes, Ms. Tyrell,” I groaned.

My hand shot out. I grabbed Peale’s cock and pulled her to me. She groaned as I pressed her into my bush. Her thick tip rubbed up and down. I grinned at her, my eyes sparkling. Her hands went straight to my tits. She grabbed them, hefted them.

I brought her cock to the entrance to my pussy. She did not disappoint.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I gasped as her cock thrust deep into me. She was long. My pussy clenched around her shaft as her round breasts jiggled before me. I smiled at her, leaning back on my desk. Her hands kneaded my tits. “Fuck me, puta. Ram that big dick in me and fill me with cum.”

“Dirty talk is really important in wild and uninhibited scenes,” said Ms. Tyrell. “But don’t use them in more romantic ones.”

“Yes, this is just fucking,” I moaned as Pearle drew back her cock.

My pussy clenched about her girl-dick, savoring that wonderful girth. Then she thrust back into me. I gasped as her cock buried to the hilt in me. Her fingers tightened in my tits, her face twisting with pleasure.

All the class watched us. They were shifting, moving their heads, all craning to get better views. I savored the attention as I hooked my right arm around Pearle’s neck. I grinned at the futa as she drilled her cock deep and hard into my pussy.

My cunt squeezed and relaxed on her dick, drinking in the friction. My juicy cunt rejoiced with every thrust. My clit ached when she buried to the hilt in me, her pubic bone rubbing on my bud. I whimpered, my breasts heaving in her kneading grip.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I moaned. “Ooh, just get that dick in me. Fuck me hard. Pound me. Oh, yes, yes, Pearle. Such a sexy futa-puta! Mmm, make me cum. Make my pussy milk out all that delicious cream from your dick. All that yummy, salty futa-milk!”

She thrust faster, harder into me. The dirty talk inspired the futa. Her girl-dick plunged deep and hard into me. That wonderful flesh filled me. I groaned, squeezing around her flesh, my heart thundering in my chest as I reveled in her girl-dick plundering my cunt.

The desk creaked. My breasts jiggled in her massaging hands. Then she slid a hand around my side, cupping my back. My left tit now heaved as she fucked me even harder, her fingers digging into my back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned.

“Goddess, you’re so hot, Xochitl!” she groaned.

“Bust your ovary in her!” groaned Kenya Short.

“Oh, wow, Pearle, you are hot!” gasped Lucy Barr. “Ooh, fuck her!”

“Ram that dick into her!” groaned Jaylin Jill in envy. She preferred taking cock instead of giving it.

“Yes, yes, fuck her,” moaned Ms. Tyrell. “That’s it, class. That’s raw passion. Remember it, Xochitl when you’re on stage.”

“I will!” I howled, my pussy coming closer and closer to my climax.

That thick prick slammed into me. The friction burned silky and hot in my cunt. My pussy clenched around her thrusting dick. I shuddered, gripping her, the pleasure building and building in me. My breasts heaved as she plowed deep and hard into me. She fucked me with all her passion. Her strokes buried to the hilt in me.

It was incredible. I groaned and gasped. My pussy clenched and squeezed around her dick. It was the best. I bucked into her strokes, my clit sparking against her pubic bone. I shuddered as she buried faster. Hotter. She pounded me. I gasped, my breasts heaving with every powerful stroke of her girl-dick into me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Madre de Diosa! Stir up my pussy. Come on, futa-puta! Ram that dick into me and make me cum on it!”

“MAKE HER CUM!” cheered some of the futas. “MAKE HER CUM!”

The claps and whoops only fed my orgasm. My clit throbbed as I humped against her. My left boob heaved, my right jiggling in her squeezing hand. Her face twisted with passion. Her brown eyes burned with lust. The sexy futa buried her dick deep into my cunt.

As she drew back, that magical moment happened. My pussy convulsed around her futa-cock. I gasped at the rush of bliss that shot out of my cunt. My flesh spasmed around her clit-dick as she buried back into me, sending another wave of rapture through me.

“¡Yes, yes! ¡Dame tu futa-leche!” I howled, lost to the rapture surging through me.

“Xochitl!” Pearle groaned, ramming her cock into my writhing depths.

Her cum fired into my pussy. I shuddered as I savored my first load of Program-sanction futa-cum spurting into my cunt’s depths. Her jizz splashed against my cervix and filled my spasming twat with such warmth.

“Yes, yes! All that milk! Mmm, mi hermosa futa-puta!”

“Damn!” she groaned, her body heaving, her round breasts bouncing as she trembled. Her face burned with passion.

The class exploded in cheers as I collapsed back on my desk. The sound echoed around me. A standing ovation. I smiled, loving it. It was such a hot delight. I couldn’t wait to be out on stage playing Juliet.

To be taken hard by that sexy, Italian futa. I watched Letizia swimming the week before. She won a single medal, but she looked hot doing it in her purple swimsuit. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on Pearle’s cock as she pulled out of me.

“Okay, okay,” Ms. Tyrell said. “I know that was hot, but we have to get back to the fundamentals of acting. It’s about adopting a role and…”

I drifted for a moment, cum running out of my cunt and pooling on my desk. I felt so wonderful right now. I could just float away. I licked my lips, my eyes fluttering. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping such hot and delicious blood through my veins. My fingers flexed and relaxed. My toes curled.

“What’s that?” gasped Jaylin. “There’s an ambulance out front.”

“What?” Miss Tyrell said.

I frowned and sat up, blinking. The class was rushing to the window. “There’s someone getting loaded into the ambulance,” said Pearle. “Anyone see who that is?”

Heads were shaken.

“Well, they’re with medical help,” said Ms. Tyrell. “Come on, we’re talking about using inner pain. That’s the heart of acting.”

I flowed through the halls after Intro to Drama ended. I had so much wonderful sex. Every class, I asked for relief.

Just like I promised, I rocked that futa’s world in math. During lunch, I enjoyed two futas at once, Shelena took me in the ass while another futa on the tame enjoyed my pussy. I was pinned between the two, loving every second of their cocks plundering my holes.

I was dripping with cum all day. It was wonderful.

While I was lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss, I did hear the buzz about a futa breaking her leg doing something dumb in PE. However, I was having too much fun enjoying my week of hedonistic pleasure to really get a fix on it.

In my biology class, Mrs. Jordan used me to demonstrate a lesson. I had such a sweet orgasm as Jaylin’s fingers plunged in and out of my sloppy cunt, full of Mbali Arendse jizz. The Black futa’s cum leaked out of me as Jaylin fingered me to a climax. I had two wonderful orgasms in that class.

On my way to my fifth-period class, I spotted my futa-sister. She had a pair of White girls draped over her golden-brown flesh, both stroking her cock, looking all excited. They squealed in delight as they made her cum right there in the hallway.

I shuddered and walked faster.

Fifth period, I opted for another round of anal sex. The incredibly slutty Kalena Apikalia who was in the Program the week before even provided the lube for Lalita Singh’s swarthy futa-cock. She flipped up her cheer skirt and let my partner plunge. I had a great orgasm on that pussy-lubed futa-cock.

I didn’t have to attend my sixth-period class because of the play. I was exempt so I could attend practices instead. It was a delightful bonus. I headed to the performing arts center where we were rehearsing on stage. The sets were almost all complete. It was so incredible. Cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole.

“Hey,” Isidora said as she came up alongside me.

I rolled my eyes as my naked futa-sister walked beside me. “Tell me you’re not heading to rehearsal.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “I see you’re having fun.”

“Ugh, don’t lecture me. I’m not doing anything you’re not.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, raising her hands. She flashed me that lush smile she used on the girls.

I raised a frosty eyebrow.

“You’re just the understudy,” I muttered. “The play’s on Friday. You’re not needed.”

Her head cocked. “How much sex have you been having today?”

I gave her a wicked grin. “So much. I even did two futas at once.”

“Yeah, Shelena’s telling everyone how she broke in your ass. Took your anal cherry.”

“I gave my anal cherry to my ex last year,” I huffed. “Goddess, Shelena’s such a pendeja.”

“You fucked her.”

I shot a glare at my futa-sister as we approached the performance arts center. Our college was all connected by buildings, thank Diosa. If I had to go outside in January naked…

I tried to ignore her and her small breasts as we reached the backstage doors. Before she could even try to hold them open for me, I shot ahead and burst through. I took the two steps that lead upward to the stage area and looked around.

My understudy, Meaghan Carter, had puffy cheeks and red eyes. The poor thing was crying again. It sucked that Stacie had cheated on her, even if it was with the amazing Miss Castellano. If I was a hot professor, I’d be fucking my futa students, too. But one who had a girlfriend…

Nope.

“It’ll be okay,” I told Meagan, moving away from my smirking futa-sister. “I bet Miss Castellano gives Stacie gonorrhea and rots off her cock.”

“Gonorrhea’s extinct,” muttered Meaghan as she squirmed. “Every STD is.”

“Naw, her pussy’s been brewing a nasty strain that will rot off Stacie’s cock, you’ll see.”

Meaghan sniffed and then gave me a hug, her hands gripping my naked back. I held her tight, my large breasts rubbing into the fuzzy texture of her sweater. My nipples throbbed and a naughty tingle raced through me as I gave her this friendly embrace.

More cum leaked out of the depths of my pussy and trickled down my thighs.

“Ooh, maybe we should have two Juliet’s in this play,” said Christina Beck who was playing Mercutia.

I broke away and glared at the futa. “Just because we’re both girls and hugging doesn’t mean we’re going to lez out. That only happens in pornos.”

“Or when Adile hugs you,” said Iesha Faulkner. She was playing Tybalt. “Ain’t that right, Marianna?”

Marianna Petras blushed. “She just started kissing me and had her hands up beneath my shirt and before I knew it was I was having sex with her right there on the basketball court during PE. Coach Hamps blew her whistle, but when Adile starts eating your pussy, she doesn’t stop. Then she just hopped up and said it was her relief time and ignored Coach Hamps when she claimed you could only do it at the beginning.”

“It was so hot,” Iesha said, a big grin on her face. “I rubbed one out at home just thinking about it.”

I giggled. Adile was wild. She spent last week naked and showed more than a few girls that they might have a bit of bi in them. Not me, I liked my pussy to come with big, throbbing clit-dicks. Where was the fun in just fingers and tongues? Toys were the same as a dick spurting hot jizz into you.

“Okay, we’re all here,” said Ms. Tyrell. She swept in from the far side, her tall and lanky body clad in a pair of tight jeans and sweater that hugged her round breasts. Her hazel eyes swept over us. “I think we’ll start with the love-making scene. Get us all warmed up. I know that our Juliet has been eagerly waiting for it.

“Sure,” I said. I flashed my gaze around. “Um, where’s Letizia? Don’t tell me she’s missing out on the chance to do me before all of you?”

Snorting laughter burst around me. I knew in an instant I had said something dumb. That confused embarrassment rippled through me as I stared around at my fellow cast members. My futa-sister smirked at me, her girl-dick thrusting hard from her shaved pussy. A gleam of excitement coated her thighs.

“What?” I asked, hating this. “Why is it funny that Letizia isn’t here?”

“It’s not funny what happened,” said Ms. Tyrell, a faint smile on the futa-professor’s lips. “I’m just surprised you haven’t heard what happened to her today.”

“Well… I’ve been… programming,” I said.”

“Fucking every futa in school,” Iesha said with a grin.

“Not every futa if she missed you,” Meaghan said. She came up beside me and took my hand. “Letizia broke her leg being an idiot in PE this morning. They took her to the hospital in an ambulance.”

“It’s a bad break,” said Ms. Tyrell. “Compound fracture. She’s going to be out of school for a few weeks and it’ll be months before she’s recovered.”

My jaw dropped. “Then…” My eyes fell on my futa-sister in horror. “Oh, no.”

“Hey,” she said, sauntering to me, her small breasts quivering. “’What light through yonder window breaks?’”

“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head. “This can’t be happening. My futa-sister can’t be playing Romea. You know what she’ll be doing with me?”

“Kissing you, fondling your breasts, eating out your pussy, and then cumming inside of you at the climax of your love scene,” said Ms. Tyrell. “And? You are certainly not a stranger to that activity. I seem to recall you auditioning for Juliet so, and I quote, ‘I can get fucked by a hot futa while everyone watches.’”

My cheeks burned. “But not my futa-sister!” I shook my head. “We came from the same womb!”

“And?” Ms. Tyrell frowned. “Are you prejudice against incest attracted persons? It’s a protected part of sexuality now.”

“Of course not,” I said. “Charisma and Krysten can have their weird, BDSM, open relationship, sex-slave thing they have going on, and Audie and Dina can boff each other’s brains out during lunch, but I’m not having sex with her!”

Isidora arched her eyebrow. “No girl’s ever complained about my performance.”

“Oh, I know!” I hissed. “The wall between our bedrooms is thin. I can hear them gasping and shrieking and moaning their pretty, little heads off while they writhe on that disgusting cock! I’m not doing it! Get someone else to play Romea.”

Ms. Tyrell came up to me, a soft smile on her lips. She grabbed my arms, turning me to face her. “Is this just normal sibling rivalry?” She lowered her head, her eyes peering into mine. “Is there something more that I need to know about? Has she ever abused you or hurt or…?”

“No!” I hissed. “She’s just a selfish cunt!”

Ms. Tyrell arched an eyebrow.

“I’m not apologizing for that!” I glared at my futa-sister. “She borrows my skirts. She steals my lipstick. She is always flirting with my friends when they come over. They’re supposed to be staring at magazines and gossiping with me, not riding your cock!”

Isidora shrugged. “You keep bringing home White girls that want to know what it’s like to have a Latina futa devour their pussies.” She winked at me with all that disgusting arrogance. “Not my fault.”

“No,” said Meaghan as she stood nearby.

“Cast someone else,” I told Miss Tyrell.

“I can’t do that,” the professor said. She gave me a soft smile. “We’re days away from opening. No one has rehearsed the part beside your futa-sister.”

“Well, I’m not fucking her!” I said.

“Of course.” A sad expression fell across the futa-professor’s face. “That’s why we have Meaghan.”

My stomach lurched. “What?”

“She’s your understudy. I will not force you to have sex with your futa-sister, or anyone, but I’m not changing my artistic vision of the play. Romea and Juliet deserve to have their full passion shown off in ways that they couldn’t in the past. Young lovers writhing in passion is such a beautiful thing.”

“But… but…” I shook my head. “I’m playing Juliet. I worked hard for this. I… I…” I struggled to breathe. Suddenly the room was spinning around me. I grabbed Ms. Tyrell’s arms for support. Her fingers gripped me. “This… Not fair… I…”

I wheezed for breath. Black spots rippled across my vision. I found myself drifting, almost floating to the floor as Ms. Tyrell lowered me onto the hardwood. She spread me out, her hands sliding up to cup my breasts. She squeezed them.

“What?” I gasped, managing to suck in a breath.

“Let me calm you down,” she said. “Relax you. You’re about to ruin everything. Okay. I’ll take care of you. I know what you need.”

“What?” I groaned as the professor’s thumbs massaged across my bountiful breasts, coming closer and closer to reaching my nipples.

“Why, you need to cum, don’t you?” asked Ms. Tyrell. “You need a nice orgasm or two to clear your head and let you think. Let you understand the decision you’re about to make. I’ll take care of you.”

I gasped as the futa-professor engulfed my nipple. She sucked on the brown nub with hunger. I groaned and my pussy clenched. This heat surged through me as I squirmed on the floor. My toes curled. It felt so wicked.

“Ms. Tyrell,” I groaned. Should I stop her? But… but… I was starting to relax. My nipple felt wonderful in her mouth and…

Isidora stared down at me, her face tight.

“Yes, Ms. Tyrell, that’s what I need!” I moaned, surrendering to the drama professor’s touch. To her naughty tongue dancing around my nipple.

The professor lifted her mouth from my nipple, a smile on her lips. She then peeled off her sweater, her round breast bouncing free, naked and unencumbered. Her mauve nipples thrust hard from her areolas. She tweaked one as she leaned down again and cupped both my large tits with her pale fingers.

She purred as she licked and flicked my nipple with her wet tongue. My brown nub throbbed while the rest of the cast watched. I smirked at them, loving their attention. This was what I wanted, but with even more people watching.

The entire student body. Members of staff. People from the community who wanted to watch a play and see me cum hard on a sexy futa’s cock.

My futa-sister’s cock flashed through my mind.

I groaned and pushed it down as Ms. Tyrell licked at my nipple and areolas. Her hands squeezed and massaged my tits. I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. My nubs were so sensitive. My pussy clenched as I shuddered, juices flowing. Cum from deeper in my pussy was trickling out as my excitement built.

Ms. Tyrell’s hazel eyes gleamed as she swirled her tongue around my breast, her beige fingers clenching into my brown flesh. I groaned and gasped as she kissed and licked while her digits massaged me. Little tingles raced down my body. My heart beat faster and faster.

Then she went lower. She kissed down my stomach, her lips leaving hot trails.

“There’s no way she’s going to eat out her pussy,” whispered Christina. “Xochitl’s been fucking every futa at school.”

“She’s going for it. Maybe Ms. Tyrell likes creampies.” I caught a glimpse of Iesha grinning over at Marianna. “Don’t you?”

“I’ve only eaten out Adile, and she doesn’t let futas mess with her.”

As they spoke, my lusts swelled. They were watching Ms. Tyrell kiss across my stomach to reached my shaved pussy lips. Isidora leaned against the wall like she was pouting. I was getting all the attention, not her.

My futa-professor’s lips reached my pubic mound. I groaned as her tongue licked across my hot flesh. She went lower and lower, nibbling on my cuntlips. She teased me, my pussy drinking it in while her fingers clenched and squeezed my tits.

I groaned at the excitement of her touch. At how she made me groan and shudder. I bit my lower lip, my heart pounding in my chest. This was so hot. So exciting. My pussy clenched as I squirmed on the floor.

Then she was at my pussy.

“Ms. Tyrell!” I groaned as her tongue lapped through my folds.

She caressed me. She licked and lapped and teased my pussy. I groaned as she licked up the other futa’s cum leaking out of my depths. That was so hot. She was eating jizz out of my twat. It was a mix of such wicked delight. Her tongue jammed into my folds.

“Ms. Tyrell, yes!” I moaned, her fingers digging into my tits. “Ooh, you’re such a naughty futa-professor. Just eating my concha. Mmm, just full of all that futa-milk. You just love it. ¡Te encanta la futa-leche!”

“It’s a treat,” she purred. “Just relax. Calm down. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I gasped as she thrust her tongue into my pussy. She swirled around inside of me while she fondled my tits. I gasped and shuddered. My pussy squeezed around her tongue fluttering through me. My fingers flexed and throbbed. This heat surged through my body.

My hips wiggled. I undulated from side to side and ground my pussy on her face. My breast jiggled in her massaging grip. It was just so exciting. I grabbed her hair and humped against her hungry face. Her tongue thrust deep into my twat. She danced her tongue around through my hot folds, teasing me, driving me wild.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I groaned. “Oh, Miss Tyrell, you really love pussy!”

“Only schoolgirl pussy!” Iesha called.

“Such a delicious treat,” groaned my futa-professor. “Let yourself go. Just cum and you’ll feel so much better!”

“¡Si!” I gasped. “Get your tongue in me. Ooh, yes, yes. You’re a pervy futa-professor!”

My orgasm swelled faster and faster. Her tongue was everywhere. She stroked my clit. My labia. She swirled through my sheath. She caressed my taint. Her fingers massaged my tits. They slid up and found my nipples.

She twisted them.

I gasped, my back arching. My pussy convulsed as my orgasm suddenly crashed through me. My ass rose up from the floor. I bucked as my cream flooded my professor’s mouth. My hot juices rushed out of me, bathing her lips.

“Madre de Diosa!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes! You love my clam! You love eating it! Oh, keep licking!”

Her tongue lapped at my pussy. She feasted on me as the pleasure surged through my body. Wave after wave of delight sloshed through me. It was another orgasm. Another wonderful heave of gasping pleasure.

My eyes danced around, stars bursting over me. Isidora’s arms were folded tight beneath her small breasts, her cock throbbing hard. I shuddered, unable to think. My eyes shot to the ceiling as the futa-professor sucked on my sensitive clit.

Then she rose. “You need more, don’t you?” she asked as she unsnapped her jeans. “You need more orgasms, Xochitl?”

“Mierda, I do!” I gasped. “Ram that dick in me. Give me all that futa-milk. Let me see if you’re better than all the little futas running around the college!”

She smiled s she shoved down her jeans. Her cock tented her pink panties, cut to hold her throbbing futa-dick. She pushed those down next, her cock springing out from her black bush. The dark hair contrasted with her pale skin.

I grabbed her futa-dick before she could seize it. I pulled her to me, hungry for that big dick to feel my naughty clam. I stroked her, smirking in delight as the other girls and futas watched on. Meaghan leaned over, her cheeks flushed. Iesha groped her hardon through her skirt.

“Wow,” muttered Marianna. “I’d never screw Ms. Tyrell, but you’re going for it, Xochitl.”

“I need to relax and think!” I panted.

“Yes, just helping my student to focus on her lesson,” groaned the drama professor.

I pressed her pale cock against my hungry clam. With a hard thrust, she rammed into me. I gasped as her futa-cock spread me open. She buried into me, her bush tickling my pussy lips. I gasped, my big tits heaving as she loomed over me, her round tits swaying.

I grabbed them. Played with them. I fondled her tits as she drew back her cock and then plunged it into me again. And again. She penetrated my pussy. She rammed her girl-dick into my cunt. I grinned up at her, reveling in her thrusts. I shuddered as she buried into my twat.

“Oh, you have a nice dick,” I purred. “How’s my pussy?”

“Succulent,” groaned Ms. Tyrell, her face twisting with pleasure, her cheeks flushed with her excitement.

“Perfect,” I groaned, my pussy clenching about her girl-cock.

I grabbed her breasts. I groped them and massaged them. I loved the feel of them bouncing in my hands. I shuddered, squeezing and kneading them. Her dick buried hard into me. She rammed to the hilt in my cunt.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned, my pussy drinking in the friction. The silky delight surged through me. “Fuck me, cabrona!”

She grinned and rammed faster. Harder. She drove her girl-dick into my juicy twat. I was still buzzing from my first orgasm. Another built. That wonderful thrill surged through me as everyone watched me.

They squirmed. They bit lips. Glossy eyes stared at my bouncing tits and the futa’s dick ramming into my juicy cunt. I groaned, squeezing around that wonderful cock. My professor stirred me up. She brought me closer and closer to that boil with every plunge of her girl-dick into my pussy.

I humped against her. My clit drank in the feel of her wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. I loved it. My breasts heaved. My hands kneaded her tits. I found her nipples, fat and hard between my fingers. I tugged on them.

“You little schoolgirl-slut!” she moaned.

“Mmm, I am,” I moaned. “Just a big puta. Now ram that cock into me. Give me all that yummy futa-milk!”

“Fuck, yes!”

Ms. Tyrell’s face twisted as she rammed her girl-dick into my pussy’s depths again and again. Sparks flew from my clit. The pleasure rippled through me. I gasped, my tits heaving. This wonderful bliss surged through me.

Her cock felt incredible in me. My clit throbbed and ached. I tugged on her nipples. Pinched them. Twisted and played with them. Her head tossed back. Her cock slammed deep into my cunt, the friction feeling incredible.

“Cum in her!” groaned Iesha.”

“Oh, yes, she wants it,” Marianna whimpered.

“Big time,” moaned Christina.

“Do it!” Meagan whimpered, squeezing her tits through her fuzzy sweater. “Do it, Ms. Tyrell.”

“Yes, do it!” I howled as her cock slammed into me again.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” the professor moaned and buried deep into me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths.

My futa-professor unloaded her passion. Her back arched as that wonderful, hot delight flooded me. My pussy squeezed around her cock as she howled out her pleasure. I was so close to cumming. I undulated my hips, grinding my clit against her pubic bone as she filled my cunt with her jizz.

Sparks flared.

My orgasm exploded through me.

I threw back my head and surrendered to the rush of pleasure. I whimpered, my breasts jiggling and bouncing. The passion surged through me. That hot delight pumped rapture through my veins. Stars burst across my eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Ms. Tyrell. I love your big cock!”

My pussy wrung her cock dry as the pleasure surged through me. That wonderful, mind-melting bliss spilled across my thoughts. I welcomed it as the stars burst across my vision. I twisted my futa-professor’s nipples as I bucked through my orgasm.

Isidora watched with a scowl.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I howled as my orgasm carried me so high. I hit that wonderful peak.

Then I fell back into buzzing bliss. I trembled, panting. My breasts rose and fell. My eyes fluttered. I groaned and mewled. The rapture rippled through me. My fingers flexed and relaxed. My heart thundered in my chest.

It was incredible.

I was so glad I got to experience that passion.

“Feel better?” Ms. Tyrell asked as she pulled her softening clit-dick out of me, leaving my pussy dripping with her futa-cum.

“I do,” I said, my body buzzing with delight. “Mmm, you’re a good fuck, Ms. Tyrell.”

“Well, coed pussy always does inspire me,” she purred as she rose, her cock slipping out of me. “Now, I want you to go home and see if you can’t work things out with your futa-sister.”

I glanced at Isidora. She still leaned against the wall, her girl-dick thrusting hard before her. My bliss blunted as she refused to look at me. Could I do it? It was hard to be so angry when I was feeling so good from the professor’s cock. Her cum leaked out of me.

I loved that feeling.

“If you show up tomorrow,” continued Ms. Tyrell, “and say you’ve worked it out and you’re okay with making love with your sister, merely as part of the play and not out of any romantic interest, then you can keep playing Juliet, but otherwise… I’m sorry, I have to let Meaghan step up. She doesn’t have any problem with it, right?”

“Oh, no,” Meaghan said, a flushed look on her face. “I mean, I don’t have a problem at all.”

“Fine,” I muttered.

Could I do it? My futa-sister was such a cunt. I hated being around her. I’d rather claw out my heart, but… It was just acting. It wasn’t real. I mean, yes, it would feel real but it was no different from making a porno.

I took a deep breath and rose. Tonight, at home, I would try to make love to my futa-sister.

To be continued…

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The Sheriff of Caissa County enjoys the changes to the world as he molests a young woman. When the Cult arrives, he’s eager to molest their nubile bodies. But the Cult isn’t about to let any man but the Ghost touch their bodies.

The Devil’s Pact, The Cult of the Ghost
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Two: The Sheriff of Caissa County

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

The roads were still wet from the rains that had swept in. It had been a warm winter so far. But snow was coming next week. I drove my official, Sheriff SUV down Interstate 84, heading north to Burly. I was returning to the station to have a briefing with my officers about this strange plague out of Seattle.

All ready there had been a few cases up in Boise, the state’s capital. Wormwood was supposed to be dangerous as hell. Hundreds had already died out in Seattle. The news medias were all blaming Lilith, the demon that the Living Gods had ousted out of Seattle last week. Of course, it looked like she had wormed her way back into the city.

“Praise the Living Gods,” I muttered. “And let their loving gaze protect us from Lilith’s foul plague.”

I had never been a religious man until I had been glued to my TV watching the events unfold in Tacoma, Washington at the end of September. The Living Gods had been so imposing and majestic as they stood triumphant over the False God. I had cheered with all of my deputies as He gave the order for Brandon to be executed.

How could you not be a fervent follower of the Living Gods after witnessing such majesty?

Farms flashed by my SUV as I sped down the highway, and wooden fences were transformed into brown blurs. The fields were golden with winter wheat, dirt roads muddy, puddles glistening. There was a flash color ahead. Something pink on the side of the road. I frowned, squinting to figure out what it was.

A girl.

Hitchhiking.

I grinned, flipping on my lights and pulling off to the shoulder. It was illegal to hitchhike on the interstate. She was a lovely, young woman, her ass filling out a pair of tight jeans. She had her hands in the pocket of her thick, pink jacket, the hood lined with fur.

That was the other nice thing about the Living Gods. A man could enjoy a young woman that was ripe for the plucking.

She jumped when she noticed me, scowling with annoyance. Her eyebrows wrinkled, silver flashing above her right eye—a piercing. Her mouth was lush, pursing as she swallowed. Her green eyes shifted and her hand pushed back a lock of sandy-blonde hair.

“Hi, officer,” she smiled, trying to hide her fear. She wasn’t happy to see a cop.

“You okay?” I asked, climbing out and adjusting my gunbelt.

“Of course. Just walking to my Aunt’s farm.”

“Oh, yeah. Who’s that?” The gravel on the shoulder crunched beneath my feet as I walked over to her. “I bet I can give you a lift.”

“That’s okay.” She pointed at the dirt road ahead leading to a farm house just visible on a distant hill. “That’s hers.”

“So you’re Becca’s niece?”

She quickly nodded. “Yep. Me and Aunt Becca are real close.”

“Well, that is remarkable.”

Her smile slipped a bit. “Um, I guess.”

“Because there ain’t no one by the name of Becca at that farm.”

“Oh, no.” She covered her fear well. “Um, I must be mistaken. It’s the next one down.”

“Well, I think you’re lying to me.” I grasped her shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not gonna bite. You running away?”

“I’m eighteen. I don’t need to runaway.”

I cupped her chin, stroking her fair cheek. She was delicious. I was going to enjoy her. I didn’t have to hold back like I used to. So many years I had been dealing with troubled or drunk teens, their nubile bodies just begging to be touched.

Praise the Living Gods.

“What are you doing, sir?” The fear returned, a tremble passing through her.

“I don’t care if you ran away,” I smiled. “I think I can help you out. If you help me out.”

My cock bulged my blue jeans. I wore the beige shirt of my deputies’ uniform, a big, silver star pinned above my heart, but I always opted for the more comfortable jeans than the dark-tan slacks the deputies were issued. I was the Sheriff. I could dress how I wanted.

“H-how?”

I took her hand, bringing it down to my bulge. “I think you know how.”

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Things change. You know about the Living Gods, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Then you should know that it’s okay for us to love each other. Let me love you, and I’ll give you a nice, warm place to live and a job helping out around the station.” My deputies would love a morale boosting piece of ass they could fuck. Particularly if this plague grew out of hand.

“I…don’t know. I’ve never…you know.”

“Bullshit,” I laughed. “A girl with a piercing is a girl that likes to have fun. And I bet you’ve had a lot of fun.”

She shifted, looking down. I put my arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to my cruiser. She resisted a little, then allowed me to guide her over. She was young enough to be molded by a strong hand. My cock ached to start doing just that. At my cruiser, my hand drifted down the back of her fluffy jacket, resting on her bubbly butt. I gave a squeeze and she jumped, casting me a fearful look. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“Sheriff,” I corrected. “And why aren’t you wearing panties?”

“Because…a woman should always be ready to be fucked.”

“Praise the Living Gods,” I grinned and squeezed her ass. “I bet you’re just ready to be fucked.”

“I…I guess, Sheriff”

“Then drop your pants.”

She glanced at the highway, cars streaming by, leaving trails of mist behind. “People’ll see us.”

“And?” My hand squeezed her again; she yelped in pain. “I gave you an order, slut. Drop those pants and start earning your keep.”

Her hands reached down, fumbling at her jeans. They snapped open. Her cheeks were crimson as she wiggled them down her slim hips. Her ass was glorious, pale and plump, a hint of her smooth vulva peaking between her sleek thighs as she pushed them down. A nice, tight slit. Girlish. Beautiful.

“Unzip me.”

“Yes, Sheriff.”

She shuffled her feet to turn around, her jeans bunched around her ankles. She gasped as I ran a thick finger through her slit, her pussy lips engulfing my digit with warm silk. She shuddered, her eyes flashing up at me for a brief moment, then she looked down. Her hands trembled as she unfastened me. Her fear made this all the sweeter.

My cock fell out thick and throbbing. Her hand hesitantly grabbed me, shockingly cold. I groaned, savoring the sudden difference in temperature as she stroked me. She knew what to do. She had given a man pleasure before.

“That’s it,” I growled. “You’re doing good.”

“Thank you, Sheriff.”

My cock throbbed as her hand stroked me. Her hand grew warmer and her grip grew more sure and certain. Precum beaded the tip, bubbling out as she worked up and down on me. Her thumb brushed the tip, a shudder passing through me.

I worked my finger through her slit more. Moisture began to leak out, her cheeks growing flushed. “That’s it, slut,” I grinned. “Your cunt’s heating up nicely. Are you getting eager to perform your duties and service me like a good whore?”

“Yes, Sheriff.” Her voice was so sweet.

“Good. Cause it is time for me to violate your tight cunt. Lean against my SUV’s hood. You’re going to love every inch of my cock.”

She shuffled around, waggling that delicious rear at me. She leaned her arms on the hood. It was too high for her to lean over proper. My cock nudged her ass, leaving a trail of shiny precum as I savored her silken flesh. I dipped between her thighs, brushing the wet warmth of her youthful cunt.

I shifted, guiding my cock. She let out a slight gasp as I explored her lips. And then I found that wet hole and I thrust in. She squeaked in shock, her back arching and her pussy sinking around my thick dick. She was so tight. Far tighter than my ex-wife ever had been. Were the girls as tight back when I was eighteen? I tried to remember, but that was over thirty years ago.

Who cares. She was tight right now and that’s all that mattered.

“Take my cock, whore,” I grunted, slamming her against the side of my vehicle as I pumped in and out of her juicy depths. “Take every last inch! You love it, right.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she gasped, throwing a fearful look over her shoulder.

That made me fuck her hot depths even harder. She grew more wet as I slammed into her cunt. Her pussy squeezing down, surrounding me with her hot velvet. There was no way I was going to last long in her depth. My balls tightened as they swung and slapped her clit.

“So good. You were made to be the station whore! Everyone of my deputies is going to enjoy fucking you.”

She let out a slight moan, her lips pursed. She was fighting the pleasure, denying her body the bliss of my thick cock. That wouldn’t do. I reached around her, shoving my hand down between her stomach and my SUV’s fender. I wormed between her thighs. The little slut gasped when I found her clit, stroking it hard. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock and more sweet moans escaped her lips. I groaned, fucking her harder, pushing her against my car with each thrust.

“That’s it! Enjoy my cock! You’re just the Sheriff’s whore now!” I rubbed furiously on her clit. “Say it, cunt!”

“I’m the…the Sheriff’s whore!” she moaned, her body shaking. “I’m…your slut, Sheriff!”

I buried into her, my cock aching. My cum erupted out into her delicious cunt. Her pussy clenched about me, her sighs louder, more throaty. Her head threw back, pushing into my chest as she came hard, accepting her new place in life.

I leaned against her, breathing hard. “You are a good fuck.” I pulled my cock out, shiny with her juices. A thick dollop of my cum leaked down her thigh. “Pull your jeans up. We need to get to the station.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” she whispered, looking down as she pulled those jeans up her wonderful ass. I opened the passenger door and she climbed into the warm cab.

I walked around and hopped in. There was a missing person alert on my computer. Corina Jennings, 15 yr old, 5’4”, 96 lb., blonde hair, green eyes, piercing in right eyebrow, last seen wearing a pink jacket, thought to be heading north from Wyoming into Cassia County.

I grinned. “You’re going to love the station, Corina.”

She gave me a sharp look.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let such a sweet piece of ass go.” I pulled back onto the highway, stepping on the gas. I was going to be late to that meeting. But it was so worth it.

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Ursula Ayers – Paris, Texas

It was chaotic in the Walmart. Everyone was buying supplies.

“What’s going on?” I asked a guy.

“There’s a case of the Wormwood Plague down in Austin and two in Dallas.”

I blinked. “Wormwood Plague?” I had been staying away from TV and the internet. I had been worried about the Ghost so much the last few days I hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on in the world.

“Yeah. It broke out in Seattle on Friday and since then it’s killed hundreds.”

“Great,” I muttered, glancing at my shopping list. The Cult of the Ghost wanted to get out of Paris as fast as possible. I was sent to the Walmart to buy supplies with Carla and Marybeth. We split up to cover more ground.

Everything had gone crazy thanks to Mark and Mary. Texas itself had tried to secede from the Union. That lasted one hour, and then our Governor was executed on live television. That’s the last time I watched the TV.

“You just need faith in the Living Gods,” a woman said behind us, pushing her shopping cart.

I turned to see Happy Roberts pushing a grocery cart. I had attended the Paris Revival for Christ—led by Reverend Meriwether, Happy’s husband—until the Ghost and Marybeth seduced me. Having a lesbian girlfriend was really frowned upon by the strict born-again Christians. At least it had been until Meriwether and Happy had become converted to the Living Gods and the Paris Revival for Christ became the Revival for the Living Gods. Happy, who used to dress like a school marm, wore the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen, her skirt barely covering her ass and her blouse was see through, her nipples dark patches.

She was finally dressing like the slut she was in secret. The Ghost had boasted how he had Happy wrapped around his cock, revealing that she loved to cuckold her husband. Now she did it openly. A hunky man walked behind her, one of her many lovers.

“Hello, Mrs. Roberts,” I politely nodded.

“Are you falling into this panic?” Happy asked, eyeing my cart.

“Yeah,” I said, giving her a sheepish grin.

“You haven’t ever come back to the revival since you started dating Marybeth,” Happy sighed. “Don’t you know how the revival has changed? We don’t look down on lesbians anymore. We welcome them.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “I love being with women. Even before the Living Gods showed us what true love was.” She gave me a wink. “I’d love to share my devotion with you and your delicious tits.”

“Well, I, uh, haven’t felt the need. Marybeth and I do a lot of loving.”

She gave me a grave look. “You are one of the faithful, right?”

“Of course,” I lied.

“You’re still not hung up on that dastardly Ghost.” She shook her head. “He was a disgusting Warlock. I’m so glad the Holy Slut Alison ended his life.”

Bitch! I wanted to claw her eyes out. She had the Ghost’s child growing inside her and used to be a complete whore for him. Now she hated him.

I kept my cool. “No. I’m not still hung up on him. I…er…love the Living Gods.” I did until I swore to the Ghost and was freed from Mark and Mary’s disgusting powers.

Happy’s hand suddenly yanked up my cheerleading skirt. I gasped, my naked pussy on display for the hunky guy with her. He leered at me, licking his lips. I pushed my skirt back down, giving Happy a glare. “What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you’re following the precepts.” She lifted her skirt up, showing off her pussy covered by a thick, brown bush. “I’m always ready to fuck, right, Zack?”

“Yeah,” he grinned.

“My brother-in-law has some nice tackle.” Happy patted Zach’s bulging jeans. “And Bella and I taught him how to use it proper. Wanna give it a try?”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m in a big hurry.”

“You sure? He’s quite good. I know you’re a cock-hungry slut. All you cheerleaders are.” Her hand pushed beneath my skirt, petting my pussy. I shuddered, my eyes closing. A few guys stopped to watch, grinning as I moaned.

“Cheerleader slut,” one guy called out.

My nipples dimpled the front of my black top as her fingers probed my pussy. I was still dripping wet from the orgy and her fingers were breathing life back into me. She stroked my clit with her thumb as two fingers worked into my depths.

“You have such a hot cunt,” Happy smiled. “I bet you want to just bend over, pull up that pleated skirt, and let one of these hunky guys go to town on this twat.”

“I…” I wanted to say no, but the faithful were supposed to be about free love. I glanced at the guys, all grinning at me, bulges tenting the front of their pants. I couldn’t fuck them. I was the Ghost’s. I swore myself to him just an hour ago. I couldn’t let them fuck me.

But I had no idea how to get of this mess without doing just that.

Happy’s fingers dug in faster, her thumb rubbing harder. My hands reached out, pushing into her blouse and to squeeze her round tits. She smiled as I thumbed her hard nipples, her lips leaning in and planting a hot kiss.

“Oh, yeah! That’s so hot! I love watching lesbians!” a guy groaned.

“Finger the slut! Get her ready for my hard cock!” a second man called out.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a cheerleader.”

An orgasm swelled inside me. I drank in the attention of all these guys. I missed the Ghost’s cock. My resolve weakened as Happy curled her fingers, touching my G-spot. Nerves exploded, bliss roaring through me.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Happy, yes!”

“That’s it, whore!” she hissed in my ear. “Cum on my fingers!”

I shuddered, bumping my shopping cart as stars danced before my eyes. She knew how to give a girl pleasure and leave her panting for more. Her finger withdrew, my pleasure receding as I gasped for breath.

“Thanks, Happy.”

“My pleasure,” she grinned, licking her fingers clean of my juices. “So, which of these studs are you going to pleasure?”

“Um, well,” I swallowed. “I’m really only into girls now.”

Zack’s jeans slid down, his thick cock appearing. My pussy clenched, a trickle of juices running down my thighs. I licked my lips, wanting to feel that cock inside me. It was just part of the lie, pretending that I was one of the brainwashed Thralls who bought into that pervert Mark’s lies.

I turned around, presenting my rear. It was just to keep them from finding out I was immune to Mark’s powers. My soul belonged to the Ghost.

The Katy Perry song that had been blaring through the Walmart suddenly cut out. “Standby for an announcement from the Living Goddess,” a woman purred into the speaker.

“Oh, yes,” gasped Happy, an almost orgasmic smile crossing her face. “What a momentous day.”

The others around us also looked eager, but a few looked fearful, bolting for the exit, not wanting to get caught hearing one of their voices. I pretended to be eager, looking up while I slowly backed my cart away.

“You are all loved by us,” Mary announced through the store. “Do not be afraid. Do not panic. A dark time is coming. The foul Lilith has unleashed a plague to punish men. She hates men. She doesn’t appreciate all the wonderful things they do. But we are fighting back. The CDC is working diligently. We will contain this plague. Remember to obey our commandments and to follow the orders of our representatives. We are the only, true Gods and we love you all. And you love us. You worship us. You want nothing more than to obey us with joy. Love each other and do not try and take advantage of any confusion. Do not break any laws or commit any crimes.”

It was so eerie. The fear melted out of the Walmart. Mary had given her command, and all these people had to obey. It was too much power. The Patriots had the right idea. The Tyrants, as they called the Living Gods, needed to be stopped.

But the Ghost needed rescuing more.

Mary ended the broadcast and the Katy Perry music started playing back up. I met up with Marybeth and Carla. “We need to get out of town,” I hissed at her. “Things are getting so crazy.”

My girlfriend nodded, giving me a quick hug and a kiss.

“This plague is getting out of hand,” Carla whispered. “There are cases popping up around the world. And it kills fast. We need to leave tonight, not tomorrow like we planned. If things fall apart bad enough, they might start quarantining the states and cutting off travel.”

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Wednesday, November 20th, 2013 – Lizzy Garfield – Wyoming/Idaho Border

The back of the RV bounced about as I stretched out on the bed. Ms. Huff, my chemistry teacher, was pressed in my back. She had enjoyed the Ghost in the middle of a class in October. I wish I had seen it.

“Hundreds of bodies are being burned in San Francisco,” the announcer on the portable TV said. She was a buxom, Black woman. “The Gods are ordering every man to stay inside. Last night, the Living Gods healed dozens of dying men in Omaha.”

It cut to a clip of the Living Gods before a hospital ringed by their soldiers, the Legion, and a smaller ring of scantily clad bodyguards, all dressed in slutty, Halloween cop outfits. Those women may look like eye candy but they were deadly.

“Everythang’s fallin’ apart,” I whispered, wondering if my brother was safe. I knew I would never see him again. I had made my choice.

“I know, sweetie,” Ms. Huff whispered, holding me tight. We were both naked, the back of the RV reeking of pussy juices. There wasn’t a lot to do on the long drive across the country but watch the satellite TV and fuck.

“Are we there yet?” muttered Zena, rolling over and hugging me tight, her breath warm on my tits.

“No. We’re nearin’ the border to Idaho. About an hour, I think.”

Despite Mark and Mary’s power, they had surrendered the City of Seattle to Lilith the very day we founded the Cult. That evening, we had left Paris in our convoy of three RV’s and a few SUV’s. This RV was being driven by Ms. Howard. She had owned Pink Boutique in the Paris Mall, my favorite clothing store. I heard the Ghost had spent a day in one of her dressing rooms and she steered all the pretty girls to his cock. Her daughter, Mercedes, was stretched out on a couch playing with her phone.

“Can you turn the TV off,” I whispered, shivering as they showed a graphic of the United States burning with red. There were deaths across the entire country.

“Yeah, sweetie,” Ms. Huff said, finding the remote buried between our naked bodies and flicking it off. “It’ll be okay.” She stroked my face then leaned in and kissed me. It was so weird making out with my teacher. Her tongue probed my lips, brushing my braces. I turned, rolling over to face her. A pair of round breasts brushed my perky tits. I moaned, letting her touch banish all my fears.

“That’s hot,” sighed Zena, still snuggling up to me, her caramel hand stroking my pale belly. The Ghost had fucked Zena up the ass the same day he had taken my virginity and knocked me up. She dozed as I made out with Ms. Huff, my pussy growing wet.

“You are such a cutie,” purred my teacher. “I used to think you were just a beautiful doll in class. Always dressed in such pretty outfits, your black hair combed straight, framing this gorgeous face.” She kissed me again, her hands cupping my cheeks. “And your braces…” She shuddered. “You are such an irresistible girl.”

“And you are a hot teacher.” My cheeks grew crimson. Even after two days traveling and reveling in lesbian sex with Mercedes, Ms. Howard, Ms. Huff, Zena and the other ladies in our RV, I still felt a little embarrassed saying such shameful things. My pa would be furious with me.

My hand slid down her side, dipping between her thighs. She was hot and flushed, sticky with her passion for me. I licked my lips, eager to give her pleasure. I pushed in. She gasped, her eyes fluttering.

The RV slowed.

“Everyone get dressed!” Ms. Howard called out.

“What?” I asked.

“There’s a roadblock at the border.”

Fear hammered in my heart. We were so close. Ms. Cheshire’s ranch was in Cassia County just on the other side of that road block. Everything was going to fall apart. We scrambled in the back, everyone searching for clothes, pulling on skirts and sweaters, not bothering with underwear.

I followed Zena out, the air cold, peering up ahead. Several police cars, their lights flashing, manned the border, cops in beige and tan uniforms wore gas masks, aiming assault rifles at us. A man with a megaphone, tall and dignified, though he wore blue jeans.

Ms. Cheshire was standing up at the lead RV, staring at the blockade.

“Are there any men?” boomed a voice through the megaphone.

“No!” Deidre shouted. “We’re all women.”

She walked forward, unafraid. I huddled with the others. The cheerleaders formed their own clique, arms folded and tapping their feet. “What if we can’t cross?” I whispered.

“We’ll find away,” whispered Ms. Huff. “Have faith in the Ghost.”

But he was in Hell. How could he help us?

Deidre returned, accompanied by three cops and the man in blue jeans. The three cops had their rifles slung, ready to be used on us. Ms. Huff put her arm around me, her hand giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“What a fine bunch of women,” the man in blue jeans nodded. He was older, his hair black speckled with white, his jaw square cut. “Fine bunch.”

“As you can see, we’re all women.”

“And why are you coming out here to Idaho?” he asked.

“We’re Sapphicist,” Deidre answered. “Just lookin’ to find a nice, quiet place so we can love each other.”
“Sapphicist?” mulled the man. He had a silver star on his chest that read “Sheriff Barends, Cassia County.”

“We’re lesbians wishing to dedicate ourselves to a pure contemplation of the Living Gods.”

The Sheriff’s eyes swept across us. “Mighty shame that you’re all lesbians.” His eyes lingered on me, and I squirmed in Ms. Huff’s arms. “Mighty shame.”

“Yep,” a Black cop nodded. “We could use a few more fine looking women to assist us back at the station.”

“Well, I can’t let anyone cross the border,” the Sheriff sighed.

“But we need to reach my Aunt’s ranch,” Ms. Cheshire protested. “It’s just down the highway.”

“An Aunt, huh. Lot of that this week. Who was your Aunt?”

“Ester Cheshire. She left me her ranch when she died last year.”

The Sheriff squinted his eyes. “You do look a bit like Ester, now that you mention it. Your Aunt was a fine lady. But I can’t be letting you through.” He walked over to me. “Unless you can prove that you’d be valuable members of the community.” His hand was strong, pulling me from Ms. Huff.

“Ms. Cheshire?” I asked, trembling as this strong man pulled me to him, his crotch bulging.

“You want to be a good follower of the Living Gods,” he grinned, reaching beneath my skirt. “Me and my men have been doing a lot of stressful work, and you could help us relive some of that stress.”

I shuddered as he touched my pussy. The Ghost was the only man that should touch me there.

“Ms Cheshire!” I called out, throwing her a frightened glance.

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Sheriff Caleb Barends

I stroked the cute girl’s cunt. She looked younger than sweet Corina. Her pussy was wet and she trembled, braces flashing between her teeth. I looked at Deidre Cheshire, grinning at her as I wormed a finger into the slut’s pussy.

“So. Will you help us out? Give us some satisfaction? Lesbian’s aren’t much help in Cassia County.”

“Fine,” Deidre muttered, then smiled. “I would be glad to help out such devoted servants of the Gods.”

I grinned, pushing the black-haired girl against the RV. My three deputies all pulled out girls they liked. Deputy Jarvis had his ebony hands down the blouse of a busty, blonde cheerleader. Deputy Mathews was kissing a pretty, red-haired woman with a large set of tits. But Deputy Celeste took the cake. She pulled a pair of twins out of the group of women. For a dyke, Deputy Edgars wasn’t all that annoying. And it was hot watching her make sweet Corina lick her pussy in the middle of the station.

I shoved my cock into the young woman’s cunt. She was tight and hot, her body shuddering beneath me. “You like that, whore?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “It’s…nice.”

She was soaking wet. So wet I bet my cock was lubed to fuck her pretty ass. “I bet you want my cock up your ass.”

“If that’s what will make you happy,” she whispered.

I spread her asscheeks apart as I ripped out my cock. I slid the tip between her perfect asscheeks, teasing her sphincter. Her asshole was cute, wrinkling as she tensed when I brushed it. Gods, but I needed to fuck her hard. I thrust my cock in, loving her gasps of pain as her virgin asshole was split open.

“Take it all, whore!” I groaned, pounding her hard. “You’re just a slut for the Gods’ servants. You need to be ready to always serve.”

“Yes, sir,” she panted, her face turning red as she gasped and moaned. She was so tight, hot and velvet. “Use me how you want. Fuck me, sir! Cum in me!”

Her sweet voice saying such filthy words made my hips hammer her harder. I pushed her black hair to the side, sucking at her white neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted these Sapphicists to know that I had owned their precious, lesbian cunts.

My men enjoyed themselves as well. The blonde cheerleader bounced on Deputy Jarvis’s thick, Black cock while Deputy Mathews received a titty fuck from the busy redhead. Then I saw the twins sucking at Celeste Edgar’s round tits. I wish I had spotted them first. Well, there was always next time.

I’d fuck them when I’d visit their ranch. These Sapphicists were going to earn their keep in my County. A bunch of women this hot didn’t deserve to keep to themselves and deny the men of Cassia County their love. Especially not my deputies.

“Do you like my cock fucking your ass, whore?” I hissed in the slut’s ear.

“Oh, yes! It’s so good! Fuck me harder!”

I pounded her ass. It was so wonderful. Being Sheriff was so worth the headache of the election. My balls tightened, ready to unleash a thick load of cum up her ass. My thrusts grew frantic, that wonderful moment nearing.

I shuddered, grunting as my cum flooded her ass. She mewled, her ass clenching on my cock. The little slut came from getting her ass fucked. She was definitely wasted on a colony of lesbians. I ripped my dick out, leaving her asshole gaping open for a moment, my white cum leaking out.

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Deidre Cheshire

“I think you earned the entrance,” Sheriff Barends grinned. “Me and my men will be sure to visit your ranch. Make sure you and your women are well taken care of.”

His grin told me exactly how he wanted to take care of me.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” I forced myself to say, exhaustion pulling me down. Sweat beaded my forehead and my sweater stuck to my breasts, the light from my amulet dying down. The spell had been so hard to maintain for so long.

He nodded to me, flashing me a lusty smile, then he and his three deputies sauntered back to the barricade.

“What just happened, Ms. Cheshire?” Lizzy asked, frowning. “They were all humping the air.”

“He thought he was fuckin you,” I told her. “I conjured an illusion.”

“Thanks,” she smiled. “I didn’t like his hands on me.”

“You’re the Ghost’s,” I nodded. “No man should lay hands on you again.”

I glanced back at the barricade. It had taken all the energy the Cult had generated the last two days to fool all the cops. Fear trembled in my heart. What would happen when the Sheriff and his cops came poking around looking for more loving?

We will face that problem when it comes. Hopefully, the plague will keep them busy.

“Let’s get into the vehicles, ladies,” I shouted. “We’ll be at the ranch in an hour.”

To be continued…

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Monique and Lize, Mark and Mary’s stewardesses, find a naughty way to pass the time with a married, Muslim woman.

The Devil’s Pact Servants’ Chronicles
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

Chapter Two: The Naughty Stewardesses

Note: Takes place between Chapters 41 and Chapter 42

Thursday, October 31st, 2013 – Monique Lavoie – Lansing, MI

“Everyone take your seats,” Joslyn announced over Air Force One’s loudspeakers.

“Pity,” I sighed, breaking my kiss with 53, one of Mark’s bodyguards. She was a petite, Asian woman with a gorgeous pair of breasts that my hands were currently fondling. We were leaning against one of the bulkheads, furiously kissing, her hands between my thighs, rapidly fingering me.

“Guess we’ll finish up on the flight home,” 53 shrugged. She pulled away from me, buttoning up her blouse, all business. Now that we’re landing, she was back on duty.

I straightened my skirt, what little of it there was. It barely covered my asscheeks and, when I walked, my pussy would flash beneath the hem. My bustier had slipped, and I adjusted it, pressing up my round tits into an impressive cleavage. I tweaked my hard nipples, left bare by the bustier, and made sure my red-and-blue striped tie fell between my lush mounds.

I walked back to the main cabin, sitting down on a jump seat near the door. Lize—one of my many lovers, and my fellow stewardess—sat down next to me, her large breasts jiggling in her bustier. She wore the exact same outfit I did; our official uniforms that I had chosen last June when Mark and Mary first made us their stewardesses. I had been married then, but I dumped my husband in a heartbeat to serve a pair of actual Gods. Lize, on the other hand, had brought her husband with her, and Franklin worked as the Gods’ webmaster now. That had surprised me; I thought Lize didn’t actually love her husband. I figured her for another gold digger like me, marrying a rich executive for the easy life. Well, her feelings for her husband had never stopped the blonde from cheating on him at the drop of a pin.

“What shall we do for fun, my sweet, little Lize?” I asked, toying with a lock of my curly-black hair.

“Shopping, of course,” Lize giggled. “Let’s spend my husband’s money on clothes to look beautiful for our lovers.”

We laughed wickedly.

The Gods appeared out of their back cabin, dressed in simple clothes. It was Thursday, and that meant they were spending the day healing sick children. Every Thursday they traveled to a random Children’s Hospital in the US, and this week Lansing, Michigan had been selected. They sat next to each other, cuddling up. Korina and Lillian, the two sluts that had attended them in their cabin, came out with broad smiles.

“Do you think they have good shopping in Lansing?” I asked, unable to keep my distaste for the provincial mid-west out of my voice.

“We’ll find out,” Lize shrugged. “Either way, we’ll find something fun and naughty to do.”

The plane began its descent. I took my little Lize’s hands, soft and delicate. She had come a long way from the shy trophy wife I met at that party two years ago. I had introduced her to a world of decadent pleasures: young, muscular men; the pleasure of a woman’s lips; multiple partners; anal sex; the thrill of public sex—she had been a virgin to it all. And serving the Gods just meant there was no limit on our decadence. We could do what we wanted, wherever we wanted, and the Gods would protect us. We served them, and had earned whatever amusements we desired.

The plane tires screeched, the thrust reversals roared, and my seat belt dug into my waist as we landed. The plane rattled, shook, groaned, and then we slowed to a crawl, the thrust reversals died down, and the plane made a gentle turn. Through the window I could see the other planes landing, part of the fleet of aircraft that followed the Gods around. They carried soldiers, vehicles, spare parts, and there was one plane that was simply their back-up ride, decked out identically to Air Force One. That was power. That’s why I ditched my billionaire husband to serve Mark and Mary.

The plane pulled up to the advance troops; a company of the Legion and a squad of the scantily-clad bodyguards had arrived yesterday, making sure everything was safe and secure for their arrival. Beyond them stood the media with their cameras. We unbuckled our belts and walked over to the airplane’s door. A staircase was maneuvered up, and then we opened the door. The bodyguards streamed out, joining their sisters, and then the Gods walked up, standing at the doorway and waving for the cameras.

“Have fun, ma chérie,” I purred to Mary, embracing her. My Goddess took the moment to fondle my breasts while Lize gave Mark a similar farewell.

Then the Gods walked down the stairs to the roaring cheer of their worshipers and the flashing cameras of the reporters. The sluts descended the stairs with Leah, the chauffeur, followed by a few of the maids who would serve the Gods during this trip, then we descended with the last of the bodyguards. The air was frigid but, lucky for us, our ties had been enchanted by Sam. The Vizier had whipped up a spell that turned them into mini-heaters, and they’d keep us warm even in a blizzard. The Gods were giving a speech while their convoy was readied. A fleet of SUV’s and Humvees pulled up, the Gods and their servants and bodyguards piled in, and they were off.

“So, what naughty fun are you two going to have?” 53 asked me, a grin on her youthful, Asian face. Her partner, 52, stood next to her, a buxom Mexican woman with honey-brown hair and a pair of aviator shades on.

“Shopping at what passes for a mall in Lansing,” I declared.

“And fucking?” 53 asked, her grin turning sly.

“Of course,” Lize nodded. “Preferably the nastiest, most depraved fucking we can have. Shame you can’t join in.”

“We’ll have the plane ride back to relieve ourselves, right, 52?”

“Absolutely,” purred the Latina bodyguard.

Lize and I piled into the back of another waiting, black SUV. 53 jumped into the driver seat, and 52 slid in the passenger seat, what the Americans called ‘shotgun’, though I never had the faintest idea why. Then again, there was a shotgun and an automatic rifle secured next to the passenger seat on the console.

52 pulled out a GPS. “Let’s see what sort of malls there are around here.” The device made an annoying beep every time she pushed the keys. “Ahh, here we go.”

“Go straight 100 feet and take a left,” a cool, feminine voice spoke from the device.

It turned out the mall wasn’t far away, merely a ten minute drive through Lansing’s streets. It was a depressing sight. A one story, sprawling mess, without the hint of high-end boutiques where we could buy some designer clothes. Oh well, there were other ways to spend time in the mall. 53 maneuvered the SUV right up to the front, lights flashing, parking in front of one of the entrances between a Target and a Sears, how positively gauche, and the two bodyguards exited the vehicle and opened the doors for us.

The shoppers gawked. It wasn’t every day you saw two barely dressed women step out of an SUV guarded by two cops that would be more at home on a porno set than walking a beat. They recognized what women dressed like slutty cops meant, and backed away, not wanting to impede the Gods’ servants. I didn’t pay them any mind, and strode into the mall, my exposed breasts jiggling.

It opened onto a garish food court. Cheap Chinese food abutted cheap Mexican food abutted cheap Italian food, with two hamburger joints and a Shawarma shop thrown in for good measure. The tables were flimsy Formica, and accompanied by uncomfortable, plastic chairs. I looked around for anyone to have some fun with. A hunky, Black man accompanied by a rather plain-looking, overweight, White woman caught my eye. He deserved better than that dumpy woman. A pair of young women giggled when they saw us, and my eyes appreciated their short skirts and chokers about their throats. Another man, his forearms as thick as my thighs, walked by, his yummy butt clad in tight jeans.

And then I saw her, wrapped head to toe in black cloth, a hijab, I think it was called, protecting her modesty by leaving only her hands and and her eyes exposed. She trailed after an Arab man dressed in a suit, his head covered by a white headwrap, the keffiyeh with intricate, red designs, the type of headdress you’d see in Saudi Arabia. He was young, early twenties, and the woman was probably his wife, and struggled to carry their purchases while her husband chatted away on his cell phone. Asshole!

I nudged Lize. “How would you like to unwrap the Muslim woman?”

Her eyes fell on the woman and sparkled with mischief. “Umm, you always get me the best presents.”

53 groaned. “He seems the possessive type.”

“That’s why we brought you along,” I giggled, hooking my arm through Lize’s and striding across the food court towards them.

The man stopped, his eyes falling upon our exposed breasts, and a smile crossed his lips. A few years ago I had been a model, and I was very acquainted with Saudi men. They were all pigs, loving us Western women and our uninhibited sexual ways. They would shower you with gifts: jewels, money, clothing, anything to get you to spread your legs and fuck them so they could boast to their friends about the slutty, Western girl they defiled.

We walked right past the Saudi man, his eyes whipping around to watch us, and we split apart to flank the Arabic woman. Her eyes—dark pools—and hands looked young, but it was hard to really tell. She looked down, and I could almost feel her flush through the black veil, and her entire body stiffened like a ramrod had just been shoved up through her body.

“Don’t be scared, ma petite chérie,” I purred, reaching out to take her hand. “We won’t hurt you.”

“We’re just going to eat you up,” Lize cooed, taking her other hand.

“Sharmuta!” roared the man. I knew that word, I had heard it often enough from Arab men. Whore.

“Umm, you have no idea,” I smiled at him, grasping the woman’s hand. “And she’ll be one, too, once we’re finished.”

His dark face flushed with anger, his nose flaring as he snorted like a bull, and he charged at me. He didn’t get far. 53 whipped out her collapsible baton and slammed it hard against the back of his knee. With a cry of pain, he fell forward. 52 grabbed one of his hands and 53 the other one as the Arab man thrashed like a fish flopping about in the bottom of a boat.

“Stop resisting, sir,” 53 calmly said, yanking his hand back.

“Let me go, bitch!” he snarled. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“Sir, you just tried to assault one of the Gods’ servants. So I’m placing you under arrest. Now stop resisting, or it will be much worse!”

“They touched my wife! Why don’t you protect her!”

Pulling out her handcuff, 52 ratcheted one end around his wrist. “I’m not paid to protect your wife.” 53 pushed her knee into the man’s back and he yelped in pain, and she managed to haul his other wrist over and secured his free wrist.

The woman yelled something in Arabic, too fast and fluid for me to understand anything, and struggled in my grasp. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “He won’t be hurt. So long as he doesn’t resist.”

“Secure him in the chair,” I told them. “I think he should watch his wife finally become a free woman.”

The woman flinched as I grabbed her veil and pulled it over her face. She was beautiful, long, black hair framing a round, delicate face. Her lips were lush, her cheeks full of color, and her neck graceful. Such a shame to hide her beauty. Her husband was a selfish creature, wanting to hide her away from the world.

I touched her cheek gently. “Don’t worry. I won’t harm you.”

Then I leaned in and kissed her. She tried to pull away, but I still held onto her right arm, and Lize had her left. I tilted my head, working my lips against hers, letting my tongue slide out and caress her lips. Lize’s free hand slid up her body and found her breasts beneath the shapeless hijab. I wondered if she wore a bra under there, or if she was completely naked. She stiffened a second time; Lize had found her nipple, pinching it through the fabric. I kept kissing her, prodding her lips with my tongue, hoping she’d open up and let me in.

“Stop molesting my wife!” bellowed the man.

Her body relaxed; a soft sigh escaped her lips. My opening; I shoved my tongue inside her lips. A tremble passed through her; Lize nuzzled her neck, kissing the creamy skin. I relaxed my grip on her arm, only lightly holding her, ready to grab her again if she tried to break away. She didn’t. Her lips were moving instinctively. Had her husband ever kissed her like this? She was so awkward and unsure; that made the kiss even sweeter.

I smacked my lips when I broke the kiss. Her eyes were wide, eyelids fluttering, and her chest heaved with awakened passion. “This…isn’t…” I silenced her with another kiss. Her mouth opened up right away for my tongue.

“It is right,” purred Lize into her ear, her pink tongue tracing the dusky lobe. “We’re going to show just how right it is, cutie.”

“When I get free, I’m going to beat you, Aaliyah!” snarled her husband.

The Arab woman, Aaliyah, quailed in my embrace, a piteous moan broke her lips. I turned and looked with disgust at the man sitting on the chair. He was handcuffed to it now, a pair on each wrist attached to the back frame of the chair.

“Gag him,” I commanded 53. “I’m tired of hearing his pathetic whines.”

“You have to free him,” begged Aaliyah, tears in her eyes. “You are just making him more angry and…”

I placed my finger to her lips. “He won’t beat you ever again. You know whom we serve?”

Her head nodded.

“They are true Gods, and you have my word, okay?”

She nodded, a tear running down her dusky cheek. I licked her salty cheek, then captured her sweet lips for a third kiss. It was her tongue that wiggled into my mouth this time. She was a quick learner. Her hand hesitantly touched my hip, trembling. Lize kissed across her cheek, then pressed her lips against ours, thrusting her tongue, and we devolved into a sloppy, three-way kiss.

“What are you going to…” Aaliyah murmured. “Are we…”

“I’m going to fuck you right in front of your husband,” I hissed in her ear. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you’ll shoot right to the moon.”

She looked around. A crowd of people, mostly young men, were watching us, holding up their phones. “But, this is…there are…we’ll get…”

“We serve the Gods, we can do what we like,” I grinned. “Look at how we’re dressed.”

Her eyes darted down, widening, her flush deepening.

“I know, she has a great pair of tits,” purred Lize. She took Aaliyah’s hand and raised it up to my chest. “Why don’t you give them a squeeze.”

“This is wrong,” the Arab woman breathed as her fingers massaged my heavy tit.

“Sex is never wrong,” I answered. “Haven’t you heard the Gods’ message?”

She shook her head. “The Imans have declared fatwas on them, calling them Shaitan and forbidding all faithful Muslims from watching TV and listening to the radio to avoid their evil spells.”

“Well, Aaliyah. Sex and love are never wrong. No matter whom you want to do it with. As long as it’s consensual, it’s never wrong.”

“But you came up to me and…”

“And set about seducing you,” I laughed. Her fingers found my nipple, stroking my hard numb; tingles skittered across my skin down to my sopping pussy. “And it worked, didn’t it? You’re going to let us do whatever we want to you.”

“I…” her voice faltered, then she lowered her head. Too many years submitting to her father and then her husband to have any real fight in her. They had beaten all the dominance out of her, the poor thing.

“Let’s get this horrible tarp off you,” I purred. “I bet you have a sexy body. You shouldn’t hide it. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. You’re a woman, be proud. Show off your assets; take power in the effect you have on men and women.”

Lize and I bent down, grasping the thick, black robe, and pulled it over her head. She lifted her arms, meek and submissive; my cunt contracted and fresh juices leaked down my thighs. She wore no bra for her large, heavy breasts topped with fat, dark-brown nipples that were hard from Lize’s deft fingers. The only thing she did wear was a pair of white granny panties, loose and unsexy.

“Ma petite chérie, these have to go.” I bent down and pulled those disgusting, unflattering panties off. They were practically shorts. She stepped out of them, and I looked up and was face-to-face with her bushy groin.

My mouth watered, and I couldn’t resist leaning in and taking a swipe through her bush, gathering a faint, tangy flavor. She shuddered and moaned, looking down in awe at me as Lize fondled those luscious mounds. I took another swipe, and gathered more of her dew on my tongue. Her pussy hairs tickled my cheeks as my tongue found the entrance to her pussy, and shoved deep inside her.

“Oh, wow!” she moaned, her hips spasming on my lips.

I found her clit, hard and pink, peaking out of her cinnamon skin, and I sucked the sensitive pearl into my lips. The effect was electrifying. Her hips bucked and she cried out in Arabic. A fresh flood of juices splattered on my chin and cheeks as her orgasm sent her pussy muscles spasming. I drank her nectar, slowing my licks. Her gasps softened, her climax dwindled.

I stood up, staring into her flushed cheeks, an awed smile on her lips. “I have never…”

“Cum?”

She nodded.

“I bet you want another one.”

“Yes!”

“I bet Lize would love to taste your sweet pussy, ma petite chérie.”

“I would,” Lize nodded, and kissed me, her tongue flicking out to taste Aaliyah’s tangy musk. “She tastes delicious.”

Lize grabbed Aaliyah’s hand, leading the naked Arab woman. She had a nice ass. I glanced at her husband, his face dark with rage, eyes bulging with murder. I smirked at him, licking my lips, savoring his wife’s delicious cream. He strained, the chair bucking. The two bodyguards placed hands on his shoulder and shoved him back down.

Aaliyah gasped behind me; her husband tried to lunge a second time. 53 shot me a glance; she wasn’t pleased. I’d have to make it up to her on the plane ride home, and I think I knew exactly how. In the meantime, I blew her a kiss.

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

I spun about, curious to find out just how Lize made Aaliyah gasp. She had the Arab women laid out on a table, her large, cinnamon tits jiggling as she gasped and moaned, and seemed to be working something in and out of her cunt. I walked around, and smiled; Lize had grabbed a cylindrical ketchup bottle, the plain type you’d find in a cafeteria. Aaliyah’s pussy was stretched wide as Lize slowly pumped it in and out; the Arab woman’s pussy lips clinging to the red shaft.

“Hmm, I bet that’s bigger than your husband’s cock.”

“Oh, a lot bigger!”

I shot a glance at her struggling husband. “She’s finally getting some satisfaction.”

“Oh, yes!” she purred. “Umm, wow! Harder! I didn’t know I could feel this amazing!

I climbed up on the table, leaning over to kiss Aaliyah on the lips. “You’re going to eat my pussy.”

Her eyes widened; her tongue licked her pink lips. “I… Yes.”

“Good, ma petite chérie.”

I straddled her face, staring her angry husband right in the eye. I smiled at him, and lowered myself ever so slowly to his wife’s eager lips. Her breath exhaled rapidly on my pussy; I could feel how nervous she was. Her husband’s eyes narrowed, full of hatred and humiliation, fanning my lust. Aaliyah’s tongue took one slow swipe across my pussy. Wonderful. She smacked her lips, purring appreciatively, then her mouth buried into my cunt.

“I think she likes pussy,” I cooed at her husband. “Your wife’s gotten a taste, and she’s going to want to indulge!”

He grunted, muffled by the gag.

Her tongue was unfocused, licking everywhere around my pussy. She brushed my clit, then shoved deep into my pussy. “She’s a natural. Your wife’s my new, lesbo slut! Once I’m done with her, she’ll be a slut for any pussy she can bury her face into. And then I’ll teach her to love cock! I bet you can’t wait to see another man penetrate your wife? She’ll gasp and moan and cum all over his cock, and love every second of it!”

Aaliyah dug her tongue deeper into me. The Arab woman was getting into it. She moaned and purred into my snatch, and her delightful tongue flicked and probed. I stared her husband right in the face, smirking as he glared daggers at me. I pinched my nipples, writhing my pussy on her mouth. My breathing quickened, and I moaned load.

“Lick me, slut!” I purred. “That’s it! Make me cum! You’re my lesbian bitch! You don’t belong to your husband anymore! You’re mine!”

My orgasm built and built. Her tongue flicked my clit. I exploded. My pussy clenched, and a jet of girl-cum splashed on her face. My stomach spasmed, bending me over, but I kept looking him in the eye.

“Oh, yes! Your wife just made me cum! And she loved it. I can hear her moaning. She’s happy. She’s my lesbo slut now.”

I climbed off Aaliyah; a big smile painted on her lips. My cunt juices drenched her face, running down to mat her black hair. I leaned over and kissed her, savoring my tart flavor. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I made sure her husband had a good look at our tongue-fencing.

“You loved my pussy, didn’t you?”

“I did,” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Keep fucking my pussy!”

Lize grinned, working the ketchup bottle deeper into Aaliyah’s cunt.

“I want you to look at your husband and cum while Lize fucks you.”

She craned her head, smiling at her husband. “Watch me cum, Samir! I never came for you, but I came for them! I loved her pussy! I’m going to eat Lize’s next. And I’m going to fuck another man!”

“That’s my slut!” I laughed, bending down to suck her nipple.

Aaliyah gasped and moaned, working her hips into Lize’s thrust. My lover leaned over, sucking the Arab woman’s clit as she reamed her cunt. Aaliyah’s moans grew louder and louder, than her body writhed on the table as her passion swept her away.

“Good, no?” I smiled at her as she stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.”

We played with Aaliyah all day long. I never did find that man to fuck her, but I had the perfect someone in mind. I did enjoy her sweet mouth licking my pussy in a changing room, and in the women’s restroom she was able to sample quite a number of different pussies, munching on each with great relish.

Our time at the mall soon ended, and we drove back to the airport to greet Mark and Mary. Aaliyah joined us, dressed nearly identically to us, though her skirt was a little too long—I could only catch a hint of her asscheeks peering out as she walked. She savored dressing up like a slut, finally able to flaunt her body the way she always had desired, no longer afraid of her father and husband.

Mark walked up the stairs, his beautiful wife on his arm. He saw Aaliyah, and smiled with a boyish grin. “Our newest flight attendant,” I told him, pushing the young woman at him. “If you approve, sir.”

His blue eyes ravished her. “What do you think, Mare?”

“I think she’ll fit right in,” Mary laughed.

Mark caught Aaliyah with one arm, and his wife with another. “You’re going to have to serve us personally on the flight home.”

“I’d like that,” Aaliyah murmured in awe. “Sir.”

I smiled, glad that I had pleased my Gods, and looking forward to all the fun Lize, Aaliyah, and I would get into at our next stop. “I think we need to get her gang-banged,” I whispered to Lize.

She laughed, “I bet she’d look so exotic dripping in white cum.”

53 pulled me down in the seat beside her. “I’m off duty now. And I need to relax.”

“I’m here to serve,” I purred, sticking my hand between her legs. “It’s a stewardess’s job to see to the comforts of her passengers.” My fingers penetrated her pussy and 53 laughed.

“You’re quite dedicated to your work.”

“Of course I am. I love it!”

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