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Four women dominating one girl

The muffle boom of the music playing inside the club could be heard as Karissa drove into the driveway. Not even the sound proofing windshield of her million dollar car could block out the thundering beats coming from the establishment. When she opened the door, the sound roared louder. She slid herself off the car, her thousand dollars Louboutin pumps hit the wet floor, and passed the key to the valet.

The bouncer, a large bulky frame of 6’4″ that dwarfed Karissa’s 5’6″ built, saw her and gave her a curt nod before opening the door for her to pass. The heart throbbing club music blasted out like a jet of air against her smooth olive skin. She strutted elegantly into the crowd of people dancing to the music, her perfectly slender figure formed a silhouette under the kaleidoscopic lighting.

Karissa walked towards the bar counter section, which was decidedly less crowded and was greeted with a waving hand. A smile tugged on her face. Melissa, the proud owner of this fine establishment was as beautiful as Karissa remembered.

“Hey, look who’s back.” she shouted against the music as she opened her to take Karissa into a tight hug.

“I missed you, bitch.” Karissa shouted back.

“Missed you too, whore.” Melissa released the embrace. “Here for the new pet?”

“Would there be any other reason why I am here?” Karissa smirked snidely.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I make one helluva cosmo.”

“Yeah, right. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Karissa remarked sarcastically. “So, the cellar?”

“Yup. You know the way.”

“You aren’t coming?” Karissa frowned.

“Are you blind? This place looked like a warzone.” Melissa gestured at the crazed crowd, jumping and humping their way to the music. “Maybe later. After things die down a bit.”

“Okay. See you then.” Karissa blew Melissa a kiss and walked towards a door guarded by two even bulkier men than then one outside.

The two men parted instantly and Karissa pushed open the door. She walked through a long hallway, the music gradually faded away behind her, until the only thing she heard was the clack of her heels against the cement floor. She turned to a corner and reached a metal door with digital lock mounted on the handle.

Karissa punched in the code and a buzz echoed. She opened the door and entered a room full of stocked liquor and wine, and barrels of beers. Her pumps clacked even louder against the wood flooring. She closed the door behind her and scanned the environment. Other than a few creepy critters lurking at the dark corners, she was the only other living thing in this room.

She strutted along rows and rows of wooden racks, housing the best wine and liquor in the state, until she reached the aisle between the fifth and the sixth row. She walked into the narrow spacing until she reached a brick wall. Her hand reached out to a bottle of wine placed just slightly out than the rest, and she pushed it in. A series of clicks echoed through the storeroom and the brick wall rotated at a ninety degree angle, exposing an entryway into a tunnel.

The faint sound of guttural moans and bark of degrading remarks drummed against her ears. Karissa sucked in a deep breath. It’s been ages since she heard such wonderful sounds and it hadn’t occurred to her that she missed it dearly until now. She walked into the entryway. The brick wall closed behind her.

The further she walked, the louder the sound got. She could make out the muffled pleas of someone being gagged. Light pouring out from a corner, illuminating the end of the tunnel. Her heart grew louder as each step she took. Blood throbbed, her eyes blurred, her sex grew unrest; each step was like injecting herself with a dose of aphrodisiac.

When she turned to the corner, she couldn’t help but smile as she was greeted by the chandelier lit, opulently furnished, completely carpeted, luxurious expanse of a room. Oh, it’s been a really long time since she had one of these sessions. Her presence was immediately greeted by Elsa and Jordan, whom were sitting by the bar counter, stark naked, sipping some kind of colored alcoholic beverage. The two jumped to their feet and came forth to hug Karissa.

“Dayum, bitch. Didn’t see you in a while.” Jordan exclaimed, her red colored beverage in her hand sloshed as she awkwardly maneuvered herself for a hug.

“Thought you were dead.” Elsa added jokingly.

“It’s been a busy year. The market crash, you know. I’m lucky I am not sleeping in the streets right now.” Karissa chuckled. She almost nearly lost all her fortune if it wasn’t for a tip from a confidant of hers. A minute later and she would have lost millions of dollars of investments. She didn’t go unharmed though. She did lost a two million dollars that took a year of hard work to get it back.

“If you ever find yourself on the streets, you know who to call.” Jordan said with a bright smile.

“Knowing what you keep in your basement, I would rather be on the streets.” Karissa rolled her eyes. Jordan had a massive collection of BDSM tools and instruments that not even Karissa dared to imagine herself inside Jordan’s basement, tied and gagged. She had, of course, been in her basement. A few times, in fact, with the rest of the group. And she had witness countless of innocent pussies subjected to ungodly torments inflicted by Jordan. The 6″2′ woman could put any smaller woman in her place with a glare and Karissa had no doubt that the woman could put her in hers too.

“You can call me instead.” Elsa offered.

“No thanks.” Karissa scoffed “You are no better than Jordan.”

“Well, that’s only true if you have a cock.” Elsa cast her a snide grin.

That’s pretty much it. Elsa was the last woman a man wanted to date unless he’s into bondage and edging. And not those softcore edging, no. Elsa was the flesh and bone of Satan when it comes to edging. She could make a man cried and begged for hours without release. Karissa had witnessed a few throbbing male flesh, swelled with desperation, subjected to the warmth of her mouth, the clenching of her pussy, and the grasp of her hand for hours without so much of a drop of cum spilled.

“Good thing I didn’t have a cock.” Karissa rolled her eyes.

She turned to the large expanse of the center of the room and saw what she came here for. A petite brunette about Karissa’s size, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth gagged, her body bent forward, her neck secured to wooden stock, her legs spread by a long metal pole, being fucked hard by Amelia from behind. Her nipples were clamped with a pair of weighted clips.

“That’s the one?” Karissa raised her brows.

“That’s the one.” Jordan affirmed.

“She’s gorgeous.” Karissa complimented.

“She is.” Elsa nodded in agreement.

The brunette was as young as she was beautiful. She could pass as a model for a runway show and Karissa would be surprised if she wasn’t already one. Her breasts weren’t large, but was large enough to attract the attention of men. Her body was fit as a gymnast, lean in the waist yet with curves in all the right places. A few strands of her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead while the rest of the curls swung back and forth to the rhythm of Amelia’s thrusts.

Karissa then met Amelia’s eyes. The owner of several properties, including marinas, golf resorts, and hotels, curved a smile and stopped humping on the poor brunette. She moved away and Karissa couldn’t help but to notice the shuddering of the brunette as Amelia vacated the dildo from her pussy.

“We’ll be back for you in a minute, sweetheart.” Amelia said sultrily as she glided her fingers on the brunette’s bare back whilst approaching Karissa.

Karissa took the frame of the woman as she looked at her from head to toe. Amelia was as powerful Karissa remembered, confident and controlling as always. And then her attention fell onto the black rubbery cock, glimmering with the brunette’s juice, hung massively between Amelia’s legs. She shook her head pitifully to whomever on the receiving end of that black monster. In this case, it would be the brunette.

“Took you long enough.” Amelia said when she was merely few feet away from Karissa.

“Been busy.” Karissa shrugged. “You seem to enjoy your new catch.” she nodded at the brunette.

“Yeah. Best one ever.” Amelia smirked.

“Care to share your secret on how you get your hands on that? She’s like what? Eighteen?” Karissa prompted, and then turned to the other two women. Their knowing grin told her that it was going to be an interesting one.

“Twenty.” Amelia corrected. “She’s one of my maids. A part time one. Caught her stealing my pearl necklace.” Amelia shrugged, as if it was nothing remarkable.

But Karissa knew better. It wasn’t that simple. Nothing was that simple when it come to Amelia. She cocked her brows and displayed a -bullshit!- look at her friend.

“Fine. I ‘accidentally’ placed the necklace on the top of the dining table.” Amelia rolled her eyes and gave Karissa an unapologetic shrug.

“And then planted a camera to catch the act, I presume.” Karissa speculated.

“Yup. The girl’s desperate for money. I gave her a job out of ‘kindness’. A small encouragement was all it needed to trap her in.” Amelia winked.

Karissa wanted to scoff at her mentioning ‘kindness’. There’s nothing kind about her intention. It was a trap set for the brunette to take. Amelia didn’t do kind. She would probably watch starving kids dying on the street while sipping a thousand dollar wine.

“And why is she desperate for money?” Karissa prodded further.

“A certain unpredictable circumstance that had her college scholarship revoked.”

“And I presume you have something to do with that too.”

“I might have made a few calls.” Amelia feigned innocence, but they both knew she was far from it.

“You evil bitch.” Karissa shook her head in utter disbelief. “Only you can planned something so sinister.”

“At least I pay for her college.” Amelia retorted.

“And a generous amount of monthly stipend too. No maid work required.” Jordan added defensively for Amelia.

“Oh, she must be beyond elated about this arrangement.” Karissa scoffed.

“She will be. I fancy her quite a bit. And I’m going to invest a fortune on her. By the time I’m finished with her, she will be sitting at the Bahamas beach sipping cocktails.” Amelia said.

“And how long will that be?” Karissa asked further, casting her sadistic friend an incredulous look.

Amelia turned to look at the brunette and the turned back to Karissa.

“TBD.” She finally said.

Karissa almost wanted to laugh. Whenever there’s a new pet, Amelia would immediately give an approximated duration of acquisition. A week, a month, a year. Never TBD. To Be Decided. This girl must be something to acquire the fancy of the great Amelia. And judging by the brunette’s looks, she couldn’t see why it wouldn’t.

“So how long have you all been at her.” Karissa asked.

“Oh, only a couple of hours.” Amelia answered.

Karissa turned to Jordan and Elsa and they both quickly smirked.

“Each.” the two of them said coherently.

Karissa curved a smile and approached the brunette as casually as possible. She didn’t want to terrify the already terrified girl. But then again, no sane person wouldn’t be under such circumstance. Helpless. Defenseless. Alone. A beautiful lamb trapped by a pack of wolves. Waiting to be devoured.

And that’s what made Karissa shivered in pleasure. She always loved the terrified ones. It made her feel powerful, in control and authoritative.

“Hello, sweetheart.” she whispered into the brunette’s ear. The girl instantly jerked away from her voice. Karissa smirked at the reaction.

Her eyes shifted from the woman and to the carelessly discarded strap-ons on the ground. There were seven of them, each with a strangely shaped dildo. Some with feelers around the shaft, some with a smaller extension at the base for clitoral stimulation, some are just not something one willingly put inside herself. Karissa had no doubt that each of those penile implement had spent plentiful amount of time inside the brunette’s pussy, eliciting countless of orgasm out of this tiny helpless body.

“Break time over.” she heard Amelia announced and the brunette shook violently in protest.

So helpless, Karissa thought. She must be exhausted by now. But she wasn’t the one to decide when it was over. No, she never would be. She would go on. She would take and absorb one merciless thrust after another. Her spread unprotected pussy would endure as long as Amelia pleased.

Karissa straightened and moved a few steps for a better vantage point that offered the view of the brunette’s pussy. Electricity surged through her body at the sight of the angrily red pussy. That must have been aching, Karissa told herself. And just a few inches away was the tip of the monster dildo poised for her reluctant pussy to receive.

Karissa pulled her dress up and threw it onto the ground. She then removed her bra and pulled down her panties. The lacy garments joined the pile. One hand immediately went for her pussy, taming the burning ache of her feminine flesh. The other went to her left nipple, teasing the engorged nub.

As if in slow motion, Karissa watched as the tip of the dildo pried open the brunette’s pussy, coaxing the tight lips to part and receive the monstrosity. A soft moan escaped the brunette when the tip burrowed inside her. Amelia closed the distance between her hips and the brunette’s ass. The dildo followed, penetrating further into the brunette’s wet folds until fleshes were connected and every black inch disappeared between those scarlet lips. The brunette groaned at the discomfort of forceful invasion. A invigorating sound to Karissa as her fingers delved into her pussy.

Amelia retreated, pulling every thick inch out of her pussy. Once it was out, she eased her hips forward again. The brunette’s quivering pussy reluctantly puckered, parted, and then absorbed the thickness. It was purposefully slow, just as Karissa preferred. The tame movement was a indication, a statement made for the brunette to understand through her pussy. There’s no escape. I can take as long as I want to fuck you and you will accept that no matter what.

“You like that, Eva?” Amelia asked sardonically. Her movement remained sedated, almost sultry.

The brunette moaned through the gag. If Karissa had to guess, it would be ‘no’. But her verbal input had no bearing on Amelia’s intention. None, what so ever. And that’s when Amelia thrust, hard! So hard the brunette rattled the stock holding her head. The weighted nipple clips swung back and forth, pulling hard against the already sensitive nubs.

The thrusts grew rougher. The brunette’s pussy was held in place and forced to take the blow as the thick dildo ravaged those lips. She cried in pain, or perhaps pleasure, it was hard to tell. Probably both. Karissa’s fingers hastened and drew more of her girly juice out of her pussy. It was so hot watching another person being fucked ruthlessly.

Finally the brunette shuddered against her restraint as what appeared to be an explosive orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenched tightly, spurting the invasive dildo out of her. Amelia smirked as she grabbed the moist dildo.

“I’m not done yet.” Amelia said sardonically.

She guided the tip of the dildo at the entrance and slid the monster back into the brunette’s pussy. The brunette arched her back as a guttural groan rumbled through her throat. Without much of a choice, her pussy was yet again subjected to a merciless torrent of thrusts, each one stronger than the last until yet another orgasm rocked through her body.

This time, Amelia stopped. The brunette was already panting breathlessly against the stock. Her chest rose and fell, tugging against the weighted clamps. Karissa was surprised the brunette hadn’t fainted yet, rocking through two orgasm within an interval of a minute. And Karissa couldn’t help but wished it was her that received the two orgasms.

She turned to Amelia, whom was taking something out of her designer handbag. After a while, she fished out a white square box. She tossed her bag to the couch where she had gotten it from and came back to the brunette. She knelt before her and opened the box. Karissa craned her head curiously and caught a glimpse of white pearls. The necklace, she presumed.

“I think this will suit you.” Amelia said sardonically as she pulled out a chain of exquisitely white pearls from the box. Each pearl was perfectly sized, glistening under the brilliance of the chandelier above, except the center pearl, which was three times larger than the rest and was held in a diamond encrusted platinum shell.

“No wonder she took it.” Karissa remarked.

“It cost more than half a million dollars.” Amelia winked at Karissa and then back to the brunette. “And you know what, Eva. You get to keep it.”

Amelia tossed the empty box to the ground and stood up. “And I know just the right place for it to be.” She strutted elegantly along her body, her fingers scrapped the sweat-covered skin, then down to the waist, then between the voluptuous cheeks, and finally on the anus. The brunette squealed through the gag as she realized Amelia’s intention.

Jordan and Elsa joined in to witness the ultimatum with Karissa. Amelia clipped the end of the necklace together and eased one pearl into the brunette’s tight opening. The brunette’s whimpered for mercy as Amelia proceeded with the second pearl, and then the third, so on and so forth. After a healthy number of pearls had been inserted, Amelia tugged the luxury item and watched a few pearls popping back out of the brunette. The scene went on between insertion and tugging, until every pearl except the largest was tightly packed inside.

“This one is going to be really painful if you don’t relax.” Amelia warned.

The brunette shuddered at the warning. There’s no way she could relax, not when she was helplessly restrained with three dozen marble sized pearls inside her rectum. She pleaded relentlessly through the gag. Unfortunately for her, none of her pleads could change Amelia’s mind of getting the final piece in.

With both thumbs, Amelia pushed the final pearl in. Her anus puckered and widened, and finally swallowed the diamond decorated piece deep inside her. She mewled at the fullness of her rectum and Karissa had no doubt that she wanted to expel the half million dollar jewelry like a big pile of shit.

“Grab me the strap.” Amelia told Jordan, whom hastily went to the cabinet and brought back a leather thong. The thong came with a belt tightening feature, which Amelia fastened it to the brunette’s waist. A black plug sown to the leathery garment was pushed into her anus, trapping the content inside her firmly in place. She then fastened the remaining pieces of straps around her until the whole implement almost resembled a classy underwear. Almost, but not entirely. Because the underwear had a strategically large opening that still kept the brunette’s pussy accessible. Every last tender square inch of it. Prepped and ready for more action. Whether the brunette wanted it or not.

“There. All perfect.” Amelia huffed. “Karissa, your turn.” she added with a sadistic grin.

“It’s almost nine. Someone may be missing her?” Karissa reminded. Even if it was a Friday today, there was a possibility that her parents might be expecting her return. The last thing Karissa wanted was someone to file a missing person’s report. This whole thing had certainly broken several state laws and countless of principles set in the Geneva Convention. The involvement of police was absolutely not allowed.

“Not to worry.” Amelia asserted and then placed her palm on the brunette’s head. “Her mommy and daddy have been assured that she would be staying at a friend’s house this weekend. Isn’t that right, Eva?”

The brunette whimpered in defeat.

“And we are going to spend those few precious days meaningfully.” Amelia added, two of her fingers plunged into the brunette’s drenched pussy, eliciting a moan from her.

“Well then, I guess I can work it out on her for a bit.” Karissa grinned.

She moved to the cabinet; an assortment of strap-ons laid out neatly in front of her. Eight empty spots; seven on the ground, one on Amelia. Twenty two more left to be tried out on the brunette. Karissa took the smaller one and wrapped it around her waist. It didn’t matter though, whether she chose small or large, because in the end, the brunette was going to sample each and every one of them.

Thoroughly…

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For the first time in my life I could understand how a broodmare feels when being serviced by a stallion after having a teaser to stimulate them.

And baby I really liked it, especially with his teaser watching! Don’t forget baby that was my first proper fuck for almost two weeks.

THURSDAY

Hello baby, I promised I would email you every day while I am away.

Arrived in Sydney at 6am local time and massive queues at Customs. Appears ten huge jets all arrive at the same time every day after curfew lifts.

Bill and Bec (an old and very close work colleague) have a lovely penthouse overlooking Hyde Park which is adjacent to the CBD and I have my own ensuite bathroom.

They are a very attractive couple about the same age as us.

Had a snooze this afternoon to try and wipe off some jet lag.

Bec was home early and invited me to have a sauna with her in their own private sauna. It seats six people in two rows facing each other and has a hand held shower.

She has a very sexy body that you would enjoy. Legs, ass and tits. She told me she loved my bald cunt lips and asked me whether I shaved or waxed.

When I told her you shaved me once a week as part of our foreplay that really piqued her interest.

She asked lots of questions about our sex life. I told her you had a thick eight-inch cock and that we thrive on outer sex (I had to explain that it was another name for oral sex though more touchy-feely).

Bec is very easy to talk to and obviously very uninhibited. She asked when I last had a fuck, so I told her about the one we had just before I left for my holiday in Sydney.

She was fascinated when I told her you licked me to orgasm six times before I gave you a full-on blow job (baby you were so horny and hard).

She was even more fascinated when I told her I gave you a golden shower after that (one of your kinky turn-ons for me – love it baby) in the bath before we had a spa together, then fucked like rabbits.

All the steam did wonders for my jet lag and I feel very horny for you already, very horny with a naked woman sitting opposite.

FRIDAY

Bec is home all day today though Bill has to work.

She took me on a tour of the sights, Double Bay, Rose Bay, Watson’s Bay, South Head (fantastic harbor and ocean views) then Bondi Beach before we drove over Sydney Harbour Bridge through Mosman, Manly and North Head (more fantastic harbor and ocean views).

Then local seafood and some wine on the pier at Manly while we watched the ferries coming and going.

As soon as we were back at their penthouse Bec suggested we have sauna and shower together to wear off the wine.

We watched each other undress, not sure who enjoyed it more, then sprayed each other with the hand held shower head.

After a while Bec set the head to a fine needle spray and directed it at my cunt lips: baby that was so nice and I did the same for her.

You have asked me a few times if I am bisexual, especially as I like you licking my cunt lips so much, but I have always denied it. However, in my current situation I just might be having second thoughts.

We were both enjoying soaking in the steam from the sauna then washing each other down with the shower-head.

Bec asked me how we went about golden showers (the methodology she called it in business parlance.)

I told her it was always far more exciting with a slow build up and some tension.

She told me she would love me to demonstrate for her, ‘pretty please Sarah, I want you to do it to me, now, right now.’

What is a girl to do when your host asks for a special request? And her naked body really was very appealing. And baby you know I always enjoy some sexual power and dominance.

I squatted over Bec’s groin area with my hands on my hips absolutely enjoying the sexual power I had at that moment as Bec watched with great anticipation.

To increase the sexual tension I told her how a few days ago I had you begging for a golden shower while I was in a similar position over your body.

‘Tell me exactly what you want me to do, tell me Bec, I need to know,’ I teased.

She told me she had never ever had a golden shower, ‘I have waited a long time for this, so make it good for me.’

I told her to count to five for me, then to tease her some more I asked her to count to three with me.

She wanted me to ‘make it good for me’ so I really did baby, not sure who enjoyed it the most, though she made lots of noise.

Bec told me her and Bill could probably learn a lot from me to improve their sex life based on the snippets I had told her.

Not sure where this going to go baby, but might be fun in a new country.

SATURDAY

Bill and Bec took me to Taronga Zoo to see kangaroos, emus, koala bears, goanas, wombats, platypus and few others. Lunch at Circular Quay on the way back with wonderful views of the bridge and Opera House.

While Bill was paying the account Bec asked me if I would like to join them in their sauna when we got back. They do it every Saturday she told me.

The exhibitionist in me was looking forward to seeing a new and attractive man naked for the first time as well as flaunting my naked body for him with his naked wife present.

I was determined to make an entrance and make the most of a new man seeing me naked for the first time so I let myself in a few minutes after they went in.

It took me a few seconds to focus because of the steam and I could see they were both wet from the shower.

As I focused some more I could see Bec on her knees kneeling between Bill’s legs licking his semi-erect cock.

‘Been waiting for you, glad you could join us,’ Bill smiled as he stood and sprayed me with the shower-head while ogling my naked body.

“Gorgeous ass and your nipples are like bullets,’ he told me as he sprayed each in turn.

‘Bec told me you were bald down there, love the look,’ he smiled as he sprayed there.

Then I watched him spray his cock with the shower-head.

‘Look what your sexy naked body has done to me Sarah.’

Baby why is it keep coming across incredibly well hung men?

He was all smiles as he told me Bec had told him in great detail about her golden shower as I noticed an ice bucket full of water bottles.

‘Bec told me you like a man to beg for your golden shower, so Sarah I am begging, I want it, I really want it so much.’

What is a girl to do when your host asks for a special request? And his naked body really was very appealing. And baby you know I always enjoy my sexual power and dominance over another man.

So to play the moment and create some sexual tension I told them I needed to drink lots of water, which I did very slowly.

When I walked in Bec was on her knees kneeling between Bill’s legs licking his semi-erect cock. So I asked them to keep doing it for me. I told them I wanted to watch some more before I performed for them.

Watching Bec pleasing his very erect cock with her mouth, lips and fingers while she told him she was going to enjoy watching me give him a golden shower was really turning me on.

I told them I was almost ready to perform, but I wanted Bill to lose his erection first. So Bec sprayed lots of cold water on it and applied some ice blocks out of the bucket to his cock as I watched his erection slowly fade.

The exhibitionist in me was really enjoying the moment as I squatted over Bill’s groin area with my hands on my hips absolutely enjoying the sexual power I had at that moment as both Bill and Bec watched with great anticipation.

‘Sarah, I am begging for it, Bec told me you like a man to beg for your golden shower, so Sarah I am begging, I want it, I really want it so much, right now.’

‘Tell me exactly what you want me to do, tell me Bill, I need to know?’

“Give it to me until I get my erection back. ‘I have waited a long time for this, so make it very special for me.’

I told him to count to ten for me, then to tease him some more I asked him to count to five with me.

He wanted me to ‘make it very special for him’ so I really did baby, not sure who enjoyed it the most, though he made lots of noise – and his erection came back instantly.

Big turn on for me while his wife watched.

Then she showered him off and told me to watch while she sucked his cock. Baby he was big, hard and throbbing.

Then Bec laid him on his back on the floor, sat on his cock and fucked him silly while I watched.

She kept saying, ‘Do it for Sarah, do it for Sarah, show her how good we are.’

Baby they were good to watch and the noise really was something as they orgasmed simultaneously.

Where was my vibrator when I needed it most?

Have been gone for five days and haven’t had sex with anyone. Aren’t I good? Hanging out for it though.

SUNDAY

Bec and Bill really are very sexy people with no inhibitions as you read from their antics yesterday. I wonder if they want to seduce me or are planning to seduce me?

This morning after breakfast Bec was walking around in heels with a tiny very short black silk dressing gown without a belt. As one does in Sydney perhaps?

As she walked I could see her nipples and her beautifully shaved cunt. Did I tell you I shaved her?

Bill was wearing just a jock strap and short t-shirt at one stage. His suntanned ass looked sensational with just two thin straps covering it, and the bulge at the front was a serious bulge.

Bec says they are going to suntan naked on the rear deck after we have yum cha in Dixon Street, a short walk away, and asked me to join them.

Yum cha was good and very Sydney with lots of venues to choose from. The duck was to die for.

Suntanning naked with a sexy couple in beautiful sunny clear blue skies high above Sydney with no one able to see us should be fun. Or perhaps people will be watching from the high-rise buildings a few blocks away?

The exhibitionist in me was determined to make a dramatic entrance as I joined them to suntan so I waited a few minutes.

As you know baby I enjoy a sexual tease and this one was very deliberate in the circumstances.

Apart from my highest heels and a large black floppy hat I was stark naked (and feeling very aroused) as I very confidently strutted to their deck area.

Bill and Bec were standing completely naked and rubbing suntan oil over each other.

I had their full attention as I strutted past them flaunting my ass for them especially.

It felt wonderful with four oily hands on my naked body when they both starting anointing me with their oil while standing in my heels with my legs apart.

Bec was concentrating on my torso, tits and nipples especially, while Bill had his oily hands on my ass (he told me he loved it) then he was rubbing oil all over my cunt.

So good baby, especially when he ran an oily finger up and down my aroused cunt lips.

They told me to lie down and soak up the sun for ten minutes each side before we moved into the shade away from the sun (very strong UV in Sydney they told me and I could feel it).

After some small talk, we talked about sexual preferences and turn-ons.

I enjoyed telling them that one of my really big turn-ons was being licked to orgasm, could be a male or female I told them, while a well hung man watched and masturbated.

I even told them in some detail how you and I had done just that a few times, or is it many times?

I didn’t tell them I am multi-orgasmic, or that when very sexually excited I squirt, maybe they will find out?

Bec told me with a quaver in her voice that she wanted to tell me something that was bothering both of them.

‘You do realize that we both want to fuck you. You are an incredibly sexy woman and you really know how to turn us on without even saying a word.

‘When you walked in here today naked in just your heels and hat that was a magic moment for both of us, just magic.’

Half an hour later I was in the shaded area laying on my back, still with my heels on, legs apart as Bec was licking and teasing my cunt lips as she teased my nipples with her fingertips at the same time.

Baby, it was so good, especially with her man Bill teasing his huge erection with the tips of the fingers of both hands for my benefit while watching his wife pleasure me.

Before that Bec told me in a whisper she really did want to fuck me. ‘Today Sarah, right now,’ she said as she started kissing me on my lips while she teased my nipples with her fingertips.

Baby I was hooked, especially with her man watching.

He asked me if I wanted him to masturbate for me.

Yes please, I told him, do it for me, I want to watch you cum, but not until I tell you to I told him while I watched him fit an evil looking cock ring.

Baby, you know how cock rings on well-hung men turn me on!

Bec told me she had never licked a bald, hairless cunt before. She told be she loved the feel of it and was rapt.

Why is it women give better cunnilingus than men?

Maybe the same reason you claim men give better blow jobs, the person giving it knows what they like and how to give it?

Did you know In Chinese Taoism, cunnilingus is revered as a spiritually-fulfilling practice that is believed to enhance longevity?

A new woman pleasuring me, while a new man is watching and masturbating in a new city was very exciting for me baby. Isn’t that what holidays are about?

Bill stood close to me while Bec was licking me and he took my hand and put it on his cock, without asking or saying a word.

Baby, he was thick, could not get my hand around it.

He asked me if I liked watching him masturbate while his wife was fucking me with her tongue.

‘’Mais oui,’ love it I smiled as I orgasmed for the second time.

Bec told me I was very wet as she laid on her back and positioned me so I was sitting on her face looking down on her eyes with her tongue licking the full length of my cunt lips while I watched Bill masturbating very hard – really very, very hard baby.

He was very turned on watching his wife fucking me with her tongue with her hands on my ass as she dug her nails in (pleasure and pain baby, love it).

And I could see he was enjoying my very obvious sexual pleasure as his wife pleasured my cunt lips with her tongue.

To tease him I told him again, ‘I want to watch you cum, but not until I tell you to.’

I was very close to a huge orgasm and trying not to squirt as I formed a v-shape with two fingers and rubbed my cunt lips.

I was almost screaming, ‘baby yes, baby yes,’ (like I do for you) as Bill shot his load at the same time as I had a major orgasm and squirted – and I mean really squirted.

So good baby!

MONDAY

Bec and Bill are both working all day today so left to my own devices. Shopping in Pitt Street Mall in the morning and strolled around the Art Gallery in the Domain in the afternoon.

Then some nude sun bathing by myself but I feel I am being watched, though I like the thought of that.

They both came home late so very little social contact with them.

TUESDAY

Bec says Bill will be working until late but she will be home by two and wants me to meet one of girlfriends after that.

Some nude sun bathing by myself in the morning, I have a good all over tan now – tanned cunt lips even, just for you. Can’t wait for you to use them again for our mutual pleasure baby!

The thought of you licking and kissing my suntanned ass when I get back is turning me on.

Still feel I am being watched, but I like the thought of it and perhaps someone pleasuring themself while they watch me naked without me knowing.

Denise arrived at three and it transpires she comes to visit Bec on a designated Tuesday every month.

Denise is not attractive in the conventional sense but she exudes sex appeal. Sexy smile, sexy voice, sexy demeanor, size 8-10 dressed in heels, tight fitting slacks and a t-shirt with obviously no bra as I ogle her long nipples poking toward me.

Coffee, small chat and thirty minutes later the three of us were naked in the sauna.

It quickly became obvious Denise is bisexual as she tells us about her current man who can’t keep it up for her while sitting between Bec and I with her hands on both of us.

We took turns in spraying each other with the shower-head and I was enjoying two naked women spraying me in turn.

Denise is thirty-eight, very articulate, uninhibited, has never had children, has incredibly long nipples on small tits, a flat stomach and I like the way she shaves her cunt.

She was very flattering to me, as she sprayed me and ogled my body. She told me she absolutely loved my ass and asked if she could lick and kiss it.

Baby, how could I say no, especially with the hostess watching?

She told me to stand with my hands on the wall with my legs apart. Then she knelt behind me and I could feel her licking and kissing my ass cheeks, very nice, and I could see Bec watching with her fingers on her cunt lips.

She told me my ass was to die for as she kept licking and kissing it while she put an arm between my legs and ran her fingers up and down my cunt lips.

Then she told me she wanted to fuck me with her tongue as she sat me on sauna seat, sprayed me all over with the needle spray, then my cunt lips.

Denise told me my ass and bald cunt lips had really turned her on as she started licking my cunt as though there was no tomorrow.

While she was licking me she was fingering herself and I swear she had an orgasm within one minute, the first of many it turned out.

I had to tell her to slow down, though very nice when someone desires and wants you so much.

After she slowed down she was very good at teasing my clit.

Bec was smiling wickedly at me as she asked rhetorically if I liked what Denise was doing.

Then Bec came and sat alongside me and starting kissing me on the lips, then my nipples, then my lips again.

Baby, having two naked sexy women kiss and lick both your lips at the same time is sexual heaven.

Bec told me Denise usually has her first before she has her, though today Bec pleasured her after Denise had me. (Polite way of saying lesbian sex).

I enjoyed watching Bec fuck Denise with her tongue, rather exciting with all the commentary from both of them.

Your turn to fuck me tomorrow Sarah, Bec whispered to me as we wound down, just you and I, promise me?

Yes, I smiled with great anticipation though with perhaps some trepidation.

Do you like the thought of that baby?

WEDNESDAY

All night I was thinking about what Bec told me yesterday.

‘Your turn to fuck me tomorrow Sarah, just you and I, promise me?’

I know that I promised to be true to you baby, but it is not another man, and I will make it up to you. Which of my girlfriends would you like to have? But I insist on watching.

Bec told me she would be home from work early and Bill would not be home at all, he was in Melbourne overnight.

When Bec arrived home at two she asked me to meet her in her bedroom at three. Dress to impress she told me, no sauna today.

So heels, black garter belt and stockings, you love me in those, under a long cocktail dress with a long zipper at the back. Nothing else, less is more you keep telling me.

At the last moment I changed my mind and decided to wear a long dress with a zipper at the front, nothing underneath, and a good dose of expensive perfume and heels.

I felt really good naked underneath that dress, I have worn it for you and teased you as I slowly undid the zip, then shrugged it off.

Wasn’t sure if I was going to be seduced or if I was the seductress, though I was very excited yesterday when Bec told me, ‘Your turn to fuck me tomorrow Sarah, just you and I, promise me?’

First time I had seen their bedroom, like something out of a decorator magazine, full-length mirrors on all the walls and the ceiling, and a huge bed.

The only picture in the room was a very large landscape format framed photograph of Bec smiling at the camera, resting on her elbows totally naked.

Very similar to the one you took of me we have in our bedroom.

When I made my entrance Bec smiled at me and told me I was a pornographers delight. Fancy that!

As we sized each other up ’fully dressed for a change’ we were both looking closely at each other’s choice of clothing.

Bec was wearing a white two-piece knee length outfit, with slits at both sides up to the top of her thighs and a matching jacket with just a single button and her perfume was heavenly.

I told her she looked fabulous in white contrasted to her suntan, especially as she moved around and exposed lots of thigh.

Bec told me we had all day ‘so lets really enjoy the moment and each other.’

As soon as we touched hands the sexual tension was electric. I was determined to take control, after all Bec wanted me to fuck her, so I stood behind her and kissed and licked her neck.

When we started tongue kissing, Bec asked me to tell her what I was going to do to her.

First up I want to get you naked, then I want to lick you like an ice cream, then give you the best lesbian fuck you have ever had, I told her.

I was worried Bec would see my hands shaking as I undid her coat as we continued tongue kissing.

She was wearing the skimpiest white bra under the coat, highlighting her fabulous tits, (again fabulous contrast on her suntan) with her very erect nipples exposed.

I bent down and kissed and licked them in turn, just the same as I like you kissing and licking my nipples.

Then off with her skirt leaving Bec wearing nothing but heels and a very skimpy white g-string.

Could not resist kneeling behind her to lick and kiss her suntanned ass cheeks – looked fabulous in all the mirrors when I slid her g-string down over her ankles and she stepped out of it.

Just as her friend Denise did to me, I pushed her legs apart and slid and arm between her legs and started teasing her wet cunt lips with the tip of one finger while still kissing and licking her ass.

To tease her I asked, ‘Can I fuck you now? Are you ready for me? Do you want me naked for you? Do you want me to lick your cunt lips?’

She told me, ‘Yes, yes, yes, yes, now,’ almost her first words since I appeared as she pulled at the zipper on my dress and I shrugged out of it.

I was determined to tease her some more as we fell onto the bed together and kissed like teenagers as I teased her cunt lips with just one finger,

Then her nipples again.

Baby, I really was enjoying being in control and providing sexual pleasure.

I told Bec to lie on her back, open her legs and put her knees up as I put a pillow under her ass and licked my down from her nipples to her cunt lips with my arms wrapped around her legs.

To tease her some more I whispered, ‘Can I fuck you now? Are you ready for me? Do you want me to lick your cunt lips? Tell me I need to know.’

‘You know I do, ever since you arrived and every time I saw you naked I ached for you to fuck me, do it now,’ she moaned as I blew on her cunt lips.

As soon as my tongue and lips brushed her cunt for the initial contact Bec was groaning and moaning incoherently.

Baby, at that moment I was in awe of the sexual power I had over her, and I was enjoying it very much.

She told me over and over I was ‘so fucking good’ and that I was ‘a sex machine.’ Very flattering for me baby. Do you think I am a sex machine?

I had intended to really tease her and make her wait for her first orgasm, I was determined to give her at least five, but I had her screaming in what seemed less than two minutes.

So I moved so I could kiss her lipstick covered lips, we both had our mouths wide open, and our tongues in each others throats as I teased her cunt with the tip of one finger.

Bec told me she could taste her juices on my lips as we enjoyed kissing each other.

When we sixty-nined we were both moaning and groaning with pleasure. So good baby!

The bliss off the afterglow was broken by a phone ringing. I could hear Bec giving terse answers, ‘yes she did, yes we did, lost count of the times, okay I will tell her.’

She told me it was Bill, I thought it was, asking if I had fucked her and to remind me he wanted to have me before I left for home.

THURSDAY

Bill is still away and Bec was very late home from her work, so left to my own devices. Shopping in Oxford Street for something sexy to use on you when I return.

FRIDAY

Bill will be home late tonight so Bec is going to take me to some adult clubs. The entertainment was wild and very sexy. The men with huge cocks and gorgeous female bodies, with to die for tits on show were very appealing.

SATURDAY

What a week baby and today my host expects and wants to fuck me while his wife watches.

Three in the afternoon in our bedroom Bec told me earlier.

If I am going to be used I am determined to make it memorable for all three of us.

At two I asked Bec to help me choose something to wear.

I was not as bald as I was a week so I asked Bec to shave me before I had a shower, nice change from you doing it baby. She left a patch above my cunt – we agreed we liked it Mohawk style instead of Brazillian.

I enjoyed Bec watching me in the shower and then drying me off. She told me it was a strange feeling helping another woman prepare to fuck her husband, ‘Though I am looking forward to it,’ she said.

I enjoyed another woman looking at my naked body as she helped me try on various outfits to impress her husband.

We finally settled on me wearing my black silk garter belt, black stockings, black silk blouse heels and a good dash of perfume. Bec told me I looked ‘absolutely fuckable’ as I strutted around the room.

She told me I was turning her on as she licked my nipples, ‘The garter belt highlights your gorgeous ass and your Mohawk.’

‘Will call out when we are ready for you,’ she told me as she left.

On cue I strutted into their bedroom feeling very confident with a big smile as I shrugged off my shirt and posed with my hands on my hips.

To my surprise Bec was naked on her knees with Bill’s very engorged cock in her mouth.

‘Hello Sarah,’ Bill smiled at me.

‘Bec thought I might need some foreplay. No need with you dressed like that, love it, I want you now, right now.’

He took my hands, turned me around against one of the wall mirrors, placed my hands above my head, opened my legs, then licked and kissed my ass.

‘Now, Sarah, right now I want you bad, really bad,’ he was almost screaming as I felt his huge cock forcing it’s way into me as he grasped my hips.

For the first time in my life I could understand how a broodmare feels when being serviced by a stallion after having a teaser to stimulate them.

And baby I really liked it, especially with his teaser watching! Don’t forget baby that was my first proper fuck for almost two weeks.

In the mirrors I could see Bec standing behind him with her hands on his ass digging her nails into him.

I won’t tell you any more now baby, it was so good, that I almost feel guilty. Tell you all about it soon.

SUNDAY

At the airport baby, see you soon, lots to tell you and lots of catching up and making up to do (lots and lots).

Wait until you experience the really wicked toy I have for you. Then all will be forgiven I hope.

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Jordan takes Christina to buy clothes and she finds herself introduced to lesbianism and prostitution’

Jordan and Christina left her house with her locking the door. They got into her car. She noticed her elderly next door neighbor who was doing yardwork watching them. It gave her a thrill as she wondered what the old biddy was thinking about her leaving with a young Black guy at that time of the morning. After they were in the car, Jordan told her to pull up her dress and spread her legs so he could get a good view of her pussy as he drove. She promptly complied. They pulled out of her driveway and drove to a through street and turned onto it until they came to a main street. Jordan tuned onto it. He seemed to try to pull up beside trucks so that their drivers would be able to get a good view of Christina’s cunt. He would occasionally reach and stroke her leg or slit.

He drove into the black section of town until he came to s small store that sold sexy apparel. After parking, they got out and walked into the store, Jordan’s arm around her waist holding he tight. No one was in the store except the female proprietor. Jordan introduced her as his cousin Maddie. She was about the same height as Christina but had wider hips and was definitely better endowed being at least a C cup or mayne a D. “Maddie. This is my new slut, Christina,” he said. “I need you to help her pick out some things. You know what I like. I’ll sit over here and wait.” Christina was embarrassed at being introduced that way, but Maddie just smiled. “Let me lock up so we won’t be interrupted while we’re shopping,” she said. Then she took her hand and led to some racks and shelves where there picked out some dresses, tops, skirts, and underthings.

They took them back to a dressing room to try them on. The room had a hanging rack, a table, a mirror which allowed a person to see multiple angles at once, and a day bed. It also had concealed cameras covering the room from various angles that Maddie activated upon entering the room. They put the items down and Christina waited for her to leave so she could begin to try on the garments. But Maddie obviously intended to stay and help. Maddie stepped behind her and unhooked Christina’s dress and slipped it off her shoulders and down to the floor. “Oh ho,” said Maddie. “Going commando today are we?”Christina didn’t know what to do, awkwardly trying to cover her privates. “Lord honey, don’t be shy. I see nude ladies all the time. Maybe you’re just uncomfortable being the only naked person.” With that, she reached down and pulled the frock she was wearing over her head to reveal that she was totally naked also.

“I can see you’re still nervous. Let me see if I can help you relax.” Maddie said. With that, she stepped to Christina and placed her arms around her. She drought her lips to Christina’s and began a gentle kiss. Her hands started to caress and knead Christina’s ass. Cristina could feel her body begin to tingle as their breasts rubbed together. She had never had sex with another woman before, but this seemed to be a day of firsts. Slowly, her lips parted and she pushed her tongue out to meet Maddie’s. She hugged Maddie and then caressed her but she marveled at how Maddie’s skin felt. It had kind of a texture to it

Maddie guided her to the daybed and laid her upon it. She knelt on the floor and bent over Christina’s breasts. She placed her lips around Christina’s nipples, alternating between the two. Christina had never thought that another woman could sexually excite her, but it was happening now. Maddie’s left hand snaked down Christina’s abdomen and over her hips. Finally, it came to rest over her mound. She began moving it in circles and Christin could feel it stoking against her clit. Soon, Maddie put placed a finger in he pussy and began stroking. In and out, continuing to rub her clit. Then a second finger and then a third. Christina was feeling the tension building in her cunt. Indeed, in her whole body. Maddie got up and moved down to the end of the daybed and crawled up between Christina’s legs until her head was buried in Cristina’s crotch. She began using her fingers to penetrate Christina’s cunt. She used her tongue to lick the outer edges of it and exposed her clit to get better access. Christina was beginning to go out of her mind with lust. She’d ways thought that only a man could give her sexual pleasure, but Maddie was demonstrating that to be untrue’ Maddie raised her head ab=nd asked. “Would you like me to stop baby? If you want me to continue, tell me what you want.” Christina moaned. “Oh Maddie, please don’t stop. Lick my cunt and make me cum.” “OK baby. But once I do you’ll have to do me next. Agreed.” “Oh God yes. I promise. Just don’t stop.” Maddie resumed her licking and stroking. Christina reached down and pulled Maddie’s head closer to get the best contact. “Shit Maddie, I’m cumming!” Christina shouted as her juices covered Maddie’s face.

As the tension left her body, Maddie crawed up her body and gave her a deep French kiss. Once again, Christia was getting a taste of her own sweet cum. “Now it’s your turn to pleasure me,” said Maddie. Christina was nervous about this. It was one thing to have Maddie to do her because a mouth is a mouth regardless of the partner’s sex. But being a woman too and knowing what got herself excited, she felt she could get Maddie off.

She gave Maddie a tender kiss and eased her way down the daybed until her face hovered over Maddie’s tits. They were indeed larger than hers but proportionate to Maddie’s overall figure. She lowered her lips to Maddie’s right nipple and gently tongued it. She caressed Maddie’s left breast with her right hand while continuing to suck and nibble at the right. She marveled that Maddie’s nipples hardened under her manipulation. She felt thrilled that she could have this effect on Maddie and decided it was time to take the next step. She slid on down until her head was positioned over Maddie’s crotch. The aroma of Maddie’s womanhood was intoxicating. Extending her tongue, she placed it into Maddie’s cunt. God, she couldn’t believe it. She was performing cunnilingus on another woman. She licked up and down and side to side spreading Maddie’s lips wide. She pulled back the hood covering Maddie’s clit and rubbed it between finger and thumb, using fingers of her other hand to push into Maddie’s pussy. The manipulation was clearly having the desired effect on Maddie as she put her hands on Christina’s head to pull her closer, saying ” Oh my God, Christina. Eat my black pussy you white lesbian whore!!” Christina redoubled her efforts and Maddie orgasmed. She was a gusher and her juices covered Christina’s face and even into her bangs. “Shit honey, you’re a natural pussy licker. Come up and let me clean your face.” Maddie said. Christina crawled up and soon they were kissing again. Each had a leg between the other’s maintaining a pleasant pressure on the other’s clit.

“Honey, I’d like to keep on screwing with you, but Jordan is waiting for us to come out with you modeling clothes.” Maddie said. They got up and Maddie helped her get put on several combinations and Jordan approved them all. The last one was a push up bra with matching crotchless panties, a short skirt and band to cover her bra and left most of her torso bare. “She’ll wear this out,” Jordan said. “OK,’ Said Maddie. “The total for everything is $613.71. How do you want to pay for it Christina.” “Me?” squeaked Christina. “I’d have to charge it and Noah would want to know what I spent that much on when he pays the bill.”

“I have an answer for that. Come with me. Maddie, we’ll be back with the money shortly.” said Jordan. They left the store and Jordan led her down the block until they came to a bar. Jordan took her inside the dimly lit room. There were lights scattered throughout with the brightest over four pool tables. There was a least 2 dozen men drinking or playing pool. In a loud voice, Jordan announced “This slut needs to raise money. $50 to fuck the hole of your choice.” Christina stood frozen. Jordan was prostituting her with total strangers. A massive man approached and demanded to see what they were paying for. “Strip,” ordered Jordan. Christina did as he demanded. The man walked around poking her tits, ass, and pussy. “Get up on that table bitch.” he said. Christina climbed onto the pool table. He laid $50 on the table and removed his pants and underwear. He climbed onto her and shoved his cock into her cunt. He didn’t get far because she was still fairly dry, but he kept probing and she felt herself getting wetter. He managed to get all the way in. It wasn’t long before he came in her. A line had formed and the second man put down his money and had her get up on her hands and knees. He reached around and pulled cum from her cunt and used it to lubricate her ass. She screamed as he crammed his cock into her ass. Stroking hard and deep, he slapped her ass leaving red marks on her cheeks. Christina pushed back to meet his thrusts to try to get him off as quickly as possible. Soon he shot his cum into her ass.

This went on and on. Each man paid his money and fucked the hole of his choice. Christina lost count and felt totally spent. Finally, the last man finished and climbed off her. Most had cum either in her ass or cunt, but a few and came in her mouth or jerked off on her face or tits. Jordan collected the money and picked up her clothes. He led her to a restroom where she used wet paper towels to clean herself as much as possible. Jordan helped her get dress and they walked back to Maddie’s. Jordan counted out the money. There was $1350 meaning she’d been used by 27 men. Jordan gave Maddie $650, putting $500 in his pocket and giving Christina the last $250. “Now you’re a professional hooker,” he told her. “With your looks, you could get top dollar on the escort circuit. You could quit your job at the library if you want or just make extra on the side. But now, let’s get you home so you can clean up properly before your kids get home.”

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Senator Delilah has a naughty time with Frank’s bimbo wives at the big gala.

BimboTech
Chapter Ten: Bimbos Devour the Senator’s Pussy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“There it is,” squealed Becky, her face pressed against the limo’s window, staring ahead.

“There it is,” Alice agreed, her voice a low purr without a hint of bimbo excitement. She had a fresh injection of the intelligence serum flowing through her veins. And since we weren’t flying in an airplane, there wouldn’t be any mishaps like last night.

My wife shifted beside me, her fiery hair cascading around her flushed face, her large breasts stretching the low-cut, lacy bodice of her evening gown. It was dark-green, her hair contrasting with the color. Dark, thigh-high stockings clad her legs crossed before her. The skirt wasn’t as short as her normal wear, but still fell to mid-thigh. When she walked, the top of her stockings would peek out.

All the bimbos wore similar dresses in various hues, their faces made-up to look sultry and hot, their eyes wide with excitement, bubbling smiles on their lips. Senator Delilah Murphy’s gala to raise money for Autism research was tonight. I was looking forward to meeting the senator. I feared she would be an obstacle in getting out the bimbo serum to market, but maybe her speeches were more playing to her base than reflecting her true values.

There was money and beauty to be had. And if not her, there would be other powerful men and women, especially men, at the gala. The rich and powerful of Washington D.C. would be here. And my bimbos would be in circulation, advertising the delightful possibilities the Venus Serum would bring. The more support in Congress and the Senate we had, the better.

“It’s so pretty,” Becca said, the blonde eighteen-year-old bimbo wiggling on her seat, her breasts jiggling. “They have it all lit up. It’s like glowing, Frank. They made stones glow. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Wooooow,” Veronica cooed, leaning past me to peer out the window at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History.

The marble columns were lit up by spotlights, making them appear to glow in the darkening evening. A cordon of police officers directed traffic before it, lights flashing from their cruisers. Traffic backed up as limos and town cars queued to drop off their passengers to the party.

I had to admit, I was feeling as excited as the bimbos were acting. Donna clapped her hands together and Janet beamed. Nicole had huge eyes, her breasts rising and falling in her dress so fast I feared she would hyperventilate.

“Now remember,” I said. “You stick with us. Don’t go helping any man with a case of blue balls tonight unless I tell you.”

“But…” Janet said. “Good bimbos help men who are in need. And I’m such a gooood bimbo.”

“Yes,” Nicole said, her hands rubbing her lush thighs.

“And you will,” I grinned. “But when I tell you it’s okay. Most of them will have women who can take care of it if it gets real bad for them. This is a fancy party. You can’t just have sex wherever you want.”

“We won’t, honey,” Donna said, her hands moving to her belly to rub it. I had fired three loads into her pussy today. I couldn’t wait until she was bred. “We’ll be sooooo good and sexy and good.”

“And if you’re bad,” I added, “no orgasms for a week.”

“What?” gasped Becca, her head snapping to me. “A whole week?” She held up her right hand, all fingers spread. “That many days.”

“Add two more,” I said. “A week’s seven days.”

She blinked and counted her fingers, touching them with her left hand. “One, two, three, four, five.” She giggled. “You’re right. Only five fingers.”

“We’ll be good,” Nicole said, her tone solemn, her brown eyes wide.

“We’re always good,” Veronica beamed. “We’re your good wives.”

“And hot wives,” added Janet.

“We are hot, right?” Donna asked.

“Always,” Alice said. “So stick with Frank and me. Only do what we tell you tonight. It’s a game. And you don’t want to lose. Then you won’t get any yummy orgasms.”

“I love winning!” Becca clapped.

“I know you do,” I grinned, taking a deep breath as our limo pulled into the driveway before the Museum, approaching the drop off point. Spotlights danced through the skies. Banners hung on either side of the museum’s grand entrance, proclaiming the name of the event. “Okay. And remember, you’re my mistresses tonight. Right? Not my wives.”

“Because polgummy is not legal,” Nicole nodded. “But it should be.”

“Maybe it will be,” I smiled. The world would change soon.

The limo slowed to a smooth stop. Our driver climbed out and raced around. The door opened. I stepped out first, straightening my suit jacket. I wore a tux for the first time since my wedding, and this one was far nicer. Photographers lining both sides, reporting for various gossip magazines and blogs, took pictures, cameras flashing. I felt like a movie star. I held out my hand, helping Alice, Donna, Veronica, Janet, Becca, and Nicole out of the limo, my bevy of beautiful bimbo-wives crowding around me.

With Alice on my arm, I strode up the stairs, my heart racing with excitement. Alice put on a giggling smile, making her eyes wide. For all the world, she would act as much of a bimbo airhead as the women around me.

“Oh, look, it’s soooo super-duper beautiful, Frank,” she gushed with breathy excitement as we made the top of the stairs and passed through the open doors.

A couple waited to greet people just inside. I recognized Senator Delilah Murphy at once wearing a black evening gown as she turned to greet us. She was a sexier woman than she looked on TV during her campaign adds. She was tall and fit, a mature beauty with bleached-blonde hair and piercing, blue eyes. She filled out her dress beautifully. She would be hot if I wasn’t surrounded by six bimbos.

But she came close.

She stood beside a man in a tux, a polite smile on his lips. Her smile was different. Her eyes were calculating as they studied me. And then they flicked to my wife, eyeing her in the way that women do. Her smile changed as she nodded at us.

“Frank Jackman and your lovely wife, Alice,” she said, her voice twanging with the mid-west accent of Indiana where we lived, though Alice and I were not natives of the state. “And my, oh, my would you look at his guests, Alex.”

I recognized the man now from her campaign ads—her husband. He turned, his eyes widened. His grin was no longer polite but rapacious as he looked up and down my women. “That is quite the escort you have, Mr. Jackman. I wouldn’t have expected the CEO of a chemical company to travel like a rock star.”

“Just my lovely assistants,” I grinned. “They’re helping me show off our new revolutionary beauty product we’re hoping to bring to market in six months. It will change cosmetics forever.”

“Well, whatever they are using, it is working.”

“Indeed,” his wife answered, her voice both brittle and hot.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Alice gushed. She broke away, gave an excited squeal, and hugged Delilah like they were old, bosom friends. My wife’s hips shook back and forth as she rocked the woman, their breasts crushed together. Delilah blinked, then returned the hug, her eyes closing for a moment, her cheeks growing with a touch of color. “Oh, this is just amazing. Just the most super-duper amazing party I’ve ever been to. Right, Frank?”

“Certainly,” I nodded.

My wife broke away.

Delilah took a deep breath, then she glanced at the bimbos. “So, this product, what does it do?”

“It makes us into bimbos,” Becca said. “See how sexy we are. And how big our boobs are.”

“I was so fat and dumpy before,” Donna said. “But now I’m so much more sexy and beautiful and hot and yummy.”

“And happy,” Veronica added. “I was so unhappy before. Just all mean and nasty because I was so ugly. And now…” She clapped her hands. “I’m so hot. Aren’t I, Frank?”

“Very hot,” I agreed.

The Senator’s eyes narrowed. “You’re…Veronica Beigh, right. The former president of BT Chemicals.”

“Then I made Frank president and he made me like this! Isn’t it super-duper awesome. Frank is super smart. I was such a dumdum for firing him.”

The senator’s husband blinked. “You’re Veronica Beigh?” His jaw dropped. “Jesus, that’s a change. Just what is this product?”

“Something that will change the world,” I said. “Every woman will want it.”

“It improvised me!” Alice giggled. “I used to be so fat. Like this fat!” She spread her arms wide. “And now look at me.”

The senator’s husband did. A surge of pride shot through me. No man had a hotter wife than me. And no man had five more just as sexy.

“I’m the most beautifulest woman now,” Alice continued, doing a great imitation of her bimbo self. “And it’s all thanks to my super smart sciency husband.” She threw her arms about my neck and gave me a hot, enthusiastic kiss, her body pressed tight, her tongue wiggling hot.

My dick throbbed in my boxers. Part of me wanted to hike up her dress and fuck her right here and now. We had grown so used to our own domain at BT Chemical where we could do whatever we wanted.

But we were in public.

People were watching us, especially the older, powerful men of Washington D.C., staring at my women with hungry eyes, glancing at their wives, girlfriends, or paid escorts for the evening and realizing they didn’t quite stack up to a bimbo.

“Isn’t he just the bestest husband?” Alice beamed when she broke the kiss, pressing up against me. “He improvised me into a hottie.”

I smiled. “Just giving my Alice what she always wanted. And hoping to help other women insecure about their appearance.”

“I can see that,” nodded the senator’s husband.

“Yes, it is…interesting,” Delilah said, her eyes hardening on me. No, she did not approve one bit. Well, there were plenty of others who would. “Enjoy the party, Mr. Jackman.”

“I will,” I grinned and led my bimbos into the gala.

Lights shone down from above, but not as bright as this place would be lit during the day. The exhibits were all in shadows, and it had a deeply, romantic feel about it. A string quartet provided the music and waiters, male and female both, moved through the room in black slacks, white dress shirts, and black bow ties, their hair slicked back and conservative. There were no extra piercings or visible tattoos or strange hair colors on any of them.

“Delilah is gay or bi,” Alice murmured as I snagged two flutes of champagne, handing one off to my wife. “The way she hugged me. The way she looked at me… Oh, she wanted me and the other bimbos.”

“Really?” I blinked. “But she’s always talking in her campaign ads about how happily married she is to what’s his name.”

“Politicians lie, Frank,” she said then sipped her champagne. She looked so elegant as she did it.

“Right,” I nodded. “Foolish of me to forget that fact.”

“Very foolish,” she agreed.

“So, you think we can use it?” I asked.

“She has the look of a woman that takes what she wants. And she wanted me and the other bimbos.”

I glanced around the gala, nodding to people as we moved through the room, our bimbos still moving around us, gushing and cooing and giggling as they sipped at their champagne and nibbled on horderves. I looked past the other guests, the women in their gorgeous gowns, and spotted a dark wing with a velvet rope over it, a sign saying no guests. Above it was another sign proclaiming the name of the exhibit.

“Sex and Archeology,” I murmured.

“What?” Alice frowned.

“The closed off exhibit.” I nodded towards it as I spoke. “I’ve heard about it. Supposed to have stone age dildos and sex toys found in excavated convents. That sort of thing.”

“Naughty nuns,” she giggled.

“The perfect exhibit for curious bimbos to poke into without understanding they shouldn’t be in there. Alone. Maybe the woman who threw the party will want to chaperon.”

“There’ll be a guard,” Alice said. “I’m sure Becca will keep him entertained.”

“And have fun doing it,” I grinned. There were men watching me, nodding to me. “I think the powerful want to talk. Take Becca and another of the bimbos with you, and I’ll introduce the rest to the rich and powerful.”

“Have fun,” she husked and kissed me on the cheek. Then, in a girlish voice, “Oh, look, Becca and Janet, sex!”

She snagged the pairs’ hands and the trio of giggling women moved across the floor. Veronica, Donna, and Nicole pressed up around me as I headed towards a few powerful Senators I recognized from TV, their eyes burning with interest as they stared at my bimbos.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

“He brought them all,” Magnolia Savage hissed when she walked over to me, her own bimbo on her arm. “An entire harem of the poor things.”

“Indeed he did,” I said, trying to maintain my outrage. It was so hard. All six of Frank’s bimbos were spectacular. Beautiful and busty and just as yummy as my Natasha. I wished I could parade mine in public with such brazen disregard as he did.

But he made his wife one. And the other women, probably without their consent. He was just as disgusting as I thought. I would relish stripping the bimbo serum from him.

“I hope you are still committed,” Magnolia said.

“Always.” I gave her a look, eyes narrowing. “What makes you think I’m not?”

“Politics are politics,” Magnolia said. “You never can be too sure these days.”

“I just met his wife. He made her into one of those.” My eyes flicked to Annalee as she gawked at an exhibit towering over us, her large tits bouncing in her dress. Of course, she too used to be a regular woman, an enemy of Magnolia on her company’s board of directors. Magnolia had gotten her hands on the bimbo serum from a spy at BT Chemicals and used it on the poor Annalee. “If he could do that to someone he loves, he’ll destroy the world.” Then she let out a retching sound. “And look at that. There are Democrats circling his women like sharks. Not just those Neanderthal Republicans.”

I chose not to comment that the difference between most politicians was who they turned to for support. Republicans and Democrats were far more similar to each other than they like to pretend in public. Compromise broke everyone’s backs in DC.

Even mine.

“And your beard is drooling over them, too,” Magnolia scathed.

“Alex is a virile man,” I answered, glancing at my husband. “He has two mistresses I know about.” That was a fear of mine, that he would be too lax in hiding his mistresses. There had been a close pregnancy scare with one of them two years ago. “He can ogle any bimbos he wants.”

“I expect that bimbo I pointed you towards will be testifying soon.”

“Soon,” I smiled. Natasha was in my secret penthouse, masturbating with her new sex toy. I burned to bring her here. She was intoxicating. “The committee meets in a month. I’ll bring it up then.”

“I’m sure you will,” scathed Magnolia. Then she grabbed her bimbo and stalked off.

She was such an acerbic woman. If she wasn’t so great in bed and knew just the sort of women to bring me, I wouldn’t tolerate her. Worse, I needed her. The bimbo serum was very intriguing, and she owned a cosmetics company. I just needed to make sure it wasn’t in the hands of a man like Frank Jackman. He turned his own wife into his eager bimbo slut.

Monster.

Alice’s vibrant, red hair stood out as she walked across the room, arms hooked with two more bimbos. The trio giggled, pointing towards the closed off sex exhibit. They were making a beeline towards it.

Knowing bimbos, the word sex had them thinking they would actually get laid in there. They reached the velvety ropes, ducking beneath and moving deeper. There would be a security guard. A young man.

He wouldn’t resist when they started flirting with him.

I needed to keep an eye on those three. Make sure they didn’t get into trouble. Escort them in the closed off hall. Such a private place. Luckily, I knew a different way back there. It was my event, so I had access to the support hallways.

I headed for one, a hot thrill racing through my pussy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

I grabbed the velvet rope, excitement bubbling through me. Even though I was only pretending to be a bimbo, that giddy, warm exhilaration bubbled through me. If Senator Delilah Murphy, champion of family values, not only cheated on her husband but was a lesbian, it would be perfect. If I could turn her into an ally, get her eager for the possibilities that the bimbo serum would provide…

“This is so naughty,” Becca giggled. “We’re being bad, Alice.”

“But Frank and I say it’s okay to be bad right now,” I grinned at her as the blonde girl ducked under the velvet rope. Her big tits swayed, almost falling out of her top.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be going in there,” a nasally voiced woman said.

I grinned at her. “We’re bimbos. Look at how hot we are. We can do what we want.”

“Yep,” giggled Janet. “So long as our husband says so.” Then my busty best friend ducked under.

The woman stared at us in shock. She was a pretty enough woman. “If you want to be like us, wait until the Venus Serum comes out. Then you can be just as naughty, and just as hot, as we are.”

Then I ducked beneath, the velvet rope swinging behind me. Janet and Becca, both giggling almost out of control, pressed their curvy bodies against me. My pussy clenched, juices dripping down my thighs as I led us deeper. I was so horny. And there were dildos in there.

I wondered how ancient dildos stacked up to modern ones.

We moved down the dark hallway, the sounds of the party growing softer and softer. There was another set of doors. I gasped as a guard rose out of the darkness from the chair he was sitting on. He wore a blazer, maybe blue or black, I couldn’t say in the dark. He was tall and fit and young, holding his hand up.

“I’m sorry, Ladies, this area is off limits.”

“What?” I pouted, staring at the doors. “But we want to see the dildos.”

“We looooooove sex toys,” Janet purred. “Just adore them.”

“They make our pussies cum and cum,” Becca giggled, bouncing beside me.

That drew the guard’s attention to her big, heaving breasts.

He cleared his throat. “Still, parties that way. You’ll have to find dildos to play with somewhere else.”

“Oh, that’s no fun,” I pouted as I placed my hand on the small of Becca’s back. “Can’t we do anything to persuade you to let us through.”

He swallowed, eyes flicking across her cleavage. “Sorry. Off-limits.”

I pushed Becca forward. “Whoops. She’s so clumsy.”

Becca, giggling, fell into the guard, her arms slipping around his neck. She pressed her curvy body against his, wiggling and grinding on him as she stared up at his handsome face. He had his hands out to the side, like he was afraid of touching her.

Probably afraid of someone crying out sexual assault on him.

“Oh, my, you caught me,” Becca giggled. “I’m such a ditzy girl. My boobs are just so big. Do you think they’re too big?”

“No,” he groaned.

“No, because you like my big boobies.” She gave a happy squeal. “I can tell. You’re getting so hard. Ooh, yes. I bet you must be in so much dis…discom…pain!.”

“Ma’am,” he said.

“Ma’am, that’s not my name, silly.” Becca giggled. “It’s Becca. Don’t you know that?”

“How could I know that. We’ve never met?”

“But…” Her eyes were so wide wife confusion. “How could you not know my name? I’m such a hottie. Can’t you tell? Feel my boobs. Or my ass.”

“Ma’am.”

“Becca,” she gasped, sound offended, her voice rising an octave. “And you’re not feeling me. Go on, touch me.”

“This isn’t appropriate…Becca.”

“How hard is he?” I asked, my body on fire. Watching the guard squirm was so exciting.

“He’s sooooo hard, Alice.” Then Becca let out a gasp. “Oh, no, he must be in so much pain.”

“You should help him.”

“Yes! I’m a good bimbo!”

“What?” the guard gasped as Becca fell to her knees.

With the deft skill produced only by unzipping and pulling out cocks hundreds of times, she produced the guard’s dick and practically inhaled it. He groaned as her hot mouth wrapped about his shaft, her moans muffled as she sucked.

“Holy fucking shit,” he groaned.

“See,” I grinned, hooking Janet’s arm. “I told you there was something we could do.” I grabbed the door’s handle and pulled it open. “Just enjoy her. And if her mouth isn’t enough to satisfy you, then her pussy will be.”

“She has an amazeball pussy!” Janet squealed. “I love licking it, and Frank just loves fucking it and cumming in it.”

“Have fun,” I winked and led Janet into the exhibit.

“Wait,” the guard groaned but didn’t follow. “Oh, fuck, I’m so getting fired.”

Becca’s wet, sloppy sucks grew quieter as we moved into the large hall. It was dark, the only light coming through the many windows. The floodlights outside the museum pouring in, splashing blue-white light across some of the exhibits and plunging the others into shadows.

Our heels clicked through the empty halls as we moved deeper and deeper. We found an exhibit of stone age dildos. They were rocks smoothed into rough shapes of dicks. I grabbed one, feeling how polished it was.

And how heavy.

“Your arm must get tired from using it,” I muttered even as my pussy clenched, eager to give it a try.

“A double dildo,” Janet gasped. “Oh, wow, Alice! Look at it. It the most awesomest thingies! They made a two-headed dildo out of stone. Isn’t that super-duper awesome?”

I blinked at what Janet held up. It was a yellow, stone dildo that had two shafts thrusting up from the base in a V fashion. It was perfect for two women to use. I had no idea how naughty our prehistoric ancestors were.

“Ooh, I bet this is so much fun,” Janet said. “Can we play with it! My pussy is so wet and drippy and achy. I need it in me, Alice.”

“I don’t know,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. “It’s so old. We might break it.”

“But…but… Isn’t your pussy on fire?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I need to cum!” gasped Janet. “Let’s cum! Together! We’ll moan and gasp and go kaboom together!”

“Yes,” I groaned, my nipples aching.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” a new voice purred in the darkness. “You dumb bimbos might break a priceless artifact trying to satiate your hot, little cunts.”

Senator Delilah Murphy stepped out of the shadows, looking just scrumptious in her tight, black dress. The sequins on her dress flashed in light streaming through a window. She had that hungry gleam in her eyes.

And she called us bimbos. Did she know? How?

“You two shouldn’t be here,” she grinned. “You’ve been naughty.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

“Oh, no,” Alice said, her eyes going the way Natasha’s always did when she was caught being naughty. “We just wanted to look at the stone dicks. Look at it! A V!”

“Yes!” Janet giggled. “We could both play with this.”

“It’ll pet our pussykitties so wonderfully amazingly awesomely!”

I blinked. Pussykitties?

“Yes, yes, we love petting our pussykitties,” Janet giggled. I had learned all the names of Frank’s women. Rumors were they were his wives, maybe not legally, but that’s what he believed. He thought he was above the law.

“Don’t you want your pussykitty petted?” Alice asked, her hands reaching out, grabbing my skirt. “It’s so wet and hot and itchy and just needing to be scratched.”

The redhead’s breasts bounced in her low-cut, frilly top. They were so lush and beautiful. It took all my self-control not to grab them. And then I grinned. No one knew I was in here. And these airheads were too dumb to even know who I was.

I seized her breasts, squeezing them.

“Oh, no, you shouldn’t do that,” Alice gasped. “Those are my boobies. You need my husband’s permission to touch my boobies.”

“She does?” Janet blinked.

“New rule,” Alice nodded. “Only if Frank gives the secret password. Then we know if they have per…per…permissing.”

“Permission.”

“That’s it,” she giggled. “You’re smart.”

“And you’re just a dumb bimbo.” I squeezed her breasts through her blouse. “And what it the secret password?”

“It’s secret,” Alice said, her voice a hush whisper.

“I know,” I told her, shaking my head. The bimbos would need something simple to remember. “That’s why I said secret password. Frank told me I could play with your boobies. And that you two should do whatever I tell you.”

“He did?” Janet said, beaming. “Oh, yay, because my boobies need to be squeezed, too. My nipples are so hard.”

I moved my right hand to Janet’s breasts, squeezing them through her blouse, her nipples so hard. Neither wore bras. But they were bimbos, and they didn’t need support for their large breasts. Alice and Janet both let out giggly groans, their hips wiggling from side to side.

“Oh, you’re making my pussykitty purr,” Alice moaned. “Oh, she’s so hot and wet.”

“Just soaking your panties,” I grinned, finding her nipple and pinching through the thin cloth.

She shivered. “I don’t wear panties.”

“They just get in the way,” Janet nodded.

“Are you wearing panties?” Alice asked, falling to her knees before I could stop her. She pushed up my skirt.

For a moment, panic shot through me. My head whipped around. We were alone in here, deep in the exhibit. But this was so risky. So dangerous. If anyone found out about my true desires that couldn’t be trusted…

Alice’s fingers slid up my inner thighs. Heat shot straight to my pussy. The bimbo grinned at me, her lips so wet. I groaned, my pussy clenching. It was hard to worry about anything with my blood screaming through my veins.

And then her fingers brushed my panties. I groaned as she rubbed the silken cloth, pressing the smooth folds into my pussy. I shivered, sucking in deep breaths, my right hand squeezing Janet’s breast through her top.

“She’s wearing panties,” Alice gasped. “That’s so naughty. Frank says women should never wear panties.”

“So you bimbos are always ready to fuck?” I asked, putting a sneer in my voice.

“Yep!” I beamed.

“I love fucking,” Janet said. “Men, women. It’s so amazeballs.”

Alice’s fingers hooked my waistband. She dragged them down my thighs. I shivered as the rolled lower and lower then dropped down my knees to bunch around my ankles. I stepped out of them as Alice pushed her head beneath my skirt.

And licked my pussy.

“Oh, you naughty bimbo,” I groaned as her tongue dived through my folds. She churned through my pussy, brushing my clit, making me shudder.

“Such a tasty pussy,” moaned Alice, her voice muffled. “Mmm, just so yummy. Gumdrop good.”

“Yay!” Janet clapped. “She’s such a nice woman. And Frank told her the magic word.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, Alice’s tongue so skilled, so eager. She ate pussy with abandon. She was so wasted as Frank’s slave. I would rescue all his women, give them a place to be safe and sheltered, where they didn’t have to serve a man’s brutish lusts.

“And Frank wants you to lick my ass, Janet,” I groaned.

“She knows my name, Alice,” giggled Janet, her hands clapping together. “Did you watch me in a movie? We’re movie stars.”

“Were super-duper famous,” Alice moaned between licks.

“Yes,” I moaned, not caring what they were talking about. “Now lick my ass, you bimbo-slut. Frank told me the password. You have to obey me.”

“I do! I’m a good wife!”

Janet moved behind as Alice’s tongue wiggled into my pussy, swirling around. My skirt lifted over my waist and then Janet’s hands gripped my butt-cheeks. I groaned as she spread them apart. Her breath washed over my asshole.

I loved being rimmed by a hot woman. And another woman licking my pussy at the same time only made it sweeter.

I shivered as Alice’s tongue licked through my pussy and Janet’s tongue found my asshole. The two women sent delicious shivers racing through my body. Janet’s fingers clenched on my butt-cheeks as she swirled about my asshole, teasing it.

“That’s it. Lick my sour asshole, you bimbo-whore. Oh, yes.” I gripped Alice’s red hair. “And flick my clit. Make me cum. I want to explode on your mouths.”

“Oh, yes, it’s such a cute clitty,” moaned Alice.

And then her tongue flicked my clit. Sparks shot through me, my asshole clenching about Janet’s probing tongue. Flutters of bliss shot through me followed by burning delight rippling out of my asshole. The bimbo’s tongue probed deep into my bowels, her lips pressed tight around my sphincter. She wiggled it, stirring me up.

My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure built and built. I was using Frank’s women for my own pleasure. I would destroy him and claim them for myself. They would be so happy licking my pussy and asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my hips shifting. “Oh, that’s amazing. Oh, flick my clit. Oh, you naughty bimbos. Oh, yes. Oh, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Yay,” Alice moaned so breathy between flicks of my clit with her tongue.

She batted it, swirled it, and sucked on it. The little nub drank in all her sensations as I came closer and closer to exploding. My body twitched and shuddered. My eyes rolled back into my head as I the pleasure surged through me. My pussy clenched.

I trembled on the verge of erupting.

Their tongues were so amazing. Alice sucked on my clit, Janet on my asshole. I shivered, my moans echoing through the exhibition hall. My back arched, my tits heaving in my dress. I squeezed them through the black material, my nipples throbbing.

“You fucking nasty dyke-bimbos!” I moaned as my orgasm exploded through me.

Pleasure rushed through my body. Hot waves of bliss that surged from my pussy, washing down my legs and up my torso before spilling down my arms. My fingers clenched in Alice’s hair while my brain bathed in ecstasy.

My asshole clenched beneath Janet’s wonderful ministrations. Her tongue kept swirling and licking and teasing me while Alice sucked so hard on my clit. My pussy clenched. My eyes fluttered with delight.

“Oh, god, you two bimbos are so sweet. I wish I had a dildo to fuck you.”

“So many dildos around us,” moaned Alice.

“No, no, we’d be so bad if we ruined these artifacts.” And leave our DNA behind on them.

“Alice,” Janet gasped, eyes wide with excitement, “you brought a dildo. In your purse.”

“I did!” giggled Alice, pulling her dripping lips from my pussy and looking up at me with such rapt delight. “It’s one of those U dildos. No straps needed. Just two pussies.”

“Yes, yes, then you can feed our pussykitties,” moaned Janet.

“You need to feed hers,” Alice gasped, hopping to her feet and reaching into her purse slung over her shoulder. She pulled out a gel-pink strapless dildo, rubbery and thick, bent in the middle with one end shaped like a real cock and the other bulbous to be gripped by a pussy. “She’ll love it. She needs a special reward for licking your ass.”

Alice shoved it into my hands, licking her lips.

“Yes,” I agreed, my pussy clenching.

I shoved the bulbous end into my pussy, groaning as it slid into my juicy depths. Trembles rushed through me, my flesh still sensitive from my orgasm. There were little bumps on the ball at the end, teasing my pussy and giving me more to grip on. The other end thrust from my crotch like a pink cock, wiggling as I turned to face Janet.

“Such a big cock to feed my pussykitty,” moaned Janet as she leaned in and sucked on the tip like it was a real dick.

“Oh, you bimbos just love sucking cocks,” I groaned as she slobbered over it. “But get on your hands and knees. Let me fuck you.”

“Yes!”

Janet rolled over and hiked up her skirt. Her pussy was hairless, just like Natasha’s. Bimbos, it seemed, didn’t grow pubic hair anymore. Nor did they have hair anywhere on their body except their heads. It made them so sleek and sexy.

I fell to my knees, not caring about running my thigh-high stockings. I was so horny right now. I brought my dildo to her pussy. I rubbed it up and down her flesh, listening to her grow more and more excited.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “I need it. I’m so wet and drippy and wet and horny!”

“She is,” Alice moaned, hugging me from behind, her breasts rubbing on my back.

I slammed into Janet’s depths.

I groaned as the dildo shifted in my pussy as the other end sank into Janet’s cunt. The bimbo’s back arched. She moaned her pleasure, eyes rolling back into her head. Her hips rocked back hard, stirring the end of the dildo in my cunt, sending pleasure fluttering through me.

I gasped and moaned, fucking her harder, faster, her juicy ass jiggling as our flesh slapped together. My cream trickled down my thighs. I was so wet. This was so hot. My excitement built with every stroke while Janet just moaned louder and louder, rocking back into my thrusts.

“Mmm, isn’t she such a hot thing to fuck?” Alice moaned, her voice low, throaty, sounding nothing like a bubbly bimbo.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love fucking women with dildos. Their pussies and especially their asses.”

“Oh, she loves it up the ass, Senator.”

I froze. She remembered me from our hug earlier.

“Senator Delilah Murphy is a lesbian,” Alice continued, her hands sliding up my body to grope my breasts. “Who would have known it the way she pretends to be such a loving wife and good, Christian woman, voting with her conscience in Washington, D.C.”

“What?” I gasped. “You don’t sound like…”

“A bimbo?”

I swallowed, my heart racing. What was going on?

“And you know about the bimbo serum, don’t you?” Alice whispered. “Interesting.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

“As you can see,” I said in the private room cloaked off by security belonging to the powerful men around me, “the bimbo serum has transformed these women into perfect specimens of beauty.” Republicans and Democrats both ogled Vanessa, Nicole, and Donna as they stripped naked, baring their bodies.

“They are beautiful,” a senator with a thin, dark beard said, an American flag pin on his collar. “But…bimbos? Transformed from overweight and ugly women.”

“We were so ugly, and then Frank improvised us,” Nicole said. “He made us all sexy and hot and curvy and yummy.” She cupped her big boobs. “Look at them. Look at how beautiful and hot and big my boobies are.”

“They are beautiful,” laughed a republican who led the Christian family values. “Indeed.”

“I’m so happy you like them,” Nicole said, beaming. “You want to feel them?”

The man reached out with his left hand, his wedding band gleaming in the light, and groped her tit. “They are great. You found some great whores, Frank.”

“We’re not whores,” Donna huffed. “We’re his wives. I mean, misteresses. I’m his misteress and so is Nicole and Veronica.”

I knew they would forget to keep quiet about being my wives.

“Polgummy is wonderful,” Veronica nodded. “Frank loves us and takes care of us and makes sure we can cum and cum and cum.”

“We love cumming,” Nicole said then giggled. “Ooh, I can cum just from having my big boobies played with and…” Her eyes widened. “Oh, no, you’re in pain.”

“What?” the congressman said then gasped as Nicole fell to her knees before him.

“Your cock is so hard. You have blue balls. That’s not good. I’ll help you.” Her hands unzipped his black slacks.

“Jesus, where did you get these whores?” another man asked.

“I made them,” I grinned, my dick growing hard as Nicole produced the man’s cock and practically inhaled it, sucking so hard and loud. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and loaded up a video. “Here’s footage of our test subjects being changed. This is real. The FDA just approved. We’ll be going to market in six months.”

“And it makes women into busty airheads?”

“Horny, busty airheads,” I grinned. “Of course, there is an intelligence serum for those men who want to have a conversation. Or for those women who don’t want to be bimbos all the time. But even with the side-effects, women will be lining up for this to look like them.”

“Jesus,” the congressman groaned as Nicole sucked his cock. “Why did she just start sucking my cock? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Because she’s been told that when men get hard, it’s a bimbo’s job to satiate them. After all, a man’s in discomfort because of her busty body.”

“Oh, no,” Donna said, “Frank, you’re getting hard.”

“So are the other men,” Veronica gasped, falling to her knees, her big tits bouncing. “I’ll take care of you.”

I grinned, seeing the lust in these men’s eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

“What is going on?” Delilah asked.

“Bimbos don’t have to be airheads,” I whispered in her ear. “There’s a way to be as hot as Janet and still have your faculties.”

“You were just…pretending?”

I nodded my head. “Did you really think my husband would turn me into his sex slave like the other women? He loves me.”

The senator shivered.

“Now who told you about our serum?”

“I can’t…” Delilah shivered. “I…I… This isn’t… I can’t let Frank have this. Men will abuse it.”

“And women won’t?” I purred in her ear. “I made Janet into a bimbo. I wanted her to be just like me. And isn’t she sexy? She’s so happy now. She was so unhappy in her marriage and being overweight. Trust me. Being a bimbo is wonderful. You don’t care about anything but being loved and cumming. Even now, I just want to cum and cum.”

Delilah’s hips started pumping again, sliding the dildo in and out of Janet’s pussy. “She is so sexy.”

“Enjoy Janet,” I purred. “Find me and my husband later when you’re done. And we’ll talk. Discuss things. You can have your own harem of bimbos. You can be one yourself, but smart, like me. We’re going to change the world.

“Then you won’t have to hide that you’re a lesbian just to be elected.”

I stood up, leaving Delilah to fuck Janet. I pushed down my skirt and tucked away my boobs. I was so horny. I had to find Frank. And extract Becca from the guard. I bet Frank was showing off the bimbos to all those powerful men. They would get hard, horny. So many cocks would need to be sucked. So much cum squirting.

Frank needed my help. He only had three bimbos with him.

I shivered, my pussy on fire as I strode through the exhibition hall. The sounds of Janet and Delilah’s pleasure dwindled as I came closer and closer to the exit. A shiver ran through me, my hands sliding up to squeeze my breasts.

Frank and I would change the world. I wanted every woman to be a bimbo. To experience that joy. They all deserved the sheer pleasure of—

A gloved hand grabbed my mouth. A form pressed into me from behind. Something blunt pressed into my side, like a tube. No, a barrel. I stiffened as I heard the unmistakable click of a gun cocking. My heart raced in terror.

What was going on.

“Not a word,” a man whispered, “or I’ll put a bullet in your side.”

I nodded my head, whimpering. What was going on?

“Good,” he said. “This way, Alice.”

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Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.

My burner phone chirped.

I pulled the prepaid cell phone out of my purse and read the text message. “Success.”

I smiled. Dick Miller, my head of security, had Alice in the trunk of his car and was leaving the museum. I wanted the formula to the bimbo serum. And I would get it from Frank Jackman one way or the other.

“Annalee,” I purred to my bimbo-slave, “this party is boring. Want to go home?”

“And fuck?” she asked, her blonde locks swaying about her gorgeous, vapid face. “I’ve been such a goody tushy, right?”

I laughed as I led her through the party.

To be continued…

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A purely girl on girl story. Takes a bit long to get to the good parts, but is interesting enough, I think, so you don’t notice.

Danni and Alexis

Danni was over at my house, spending a Friday night to keep me company while my mom was away on a business trip. My dad had run out years ago, and with only one child, and a great job, she saw no reason to remarry so it was just the two of us. Only problem was she had to travel out of town a lot.

No worries, Danni had moved in down the street a year ago and we quickly became good friends. We were senior co-captains of the high school Lacrosse team, she was a goalie, I was an attacker. We both looked our positions, she was a bit shorter than I was, but with a wider, more filled out frame and bigger, c-cup breasts. She wasn’t fat by any means, just a generally bigger girl. She was a natural redhead, keeping this crazy short, spiked looked that attracted everyone’s attention.

I on the other hand was taller, thinner, shiftier…more agile. I had three inches on Danni, standing 5’10,’’ but at 120, probably weighed 20 pounds less. I had straight easy-to-manage shoulder length hair that couldn’t figure out if it wanted to be blonde or brown. My skinny frame and modest 34B breasts drew a good amount of attention from the opposite sex as well. Only problem was, they didn’t draw a lot of attention from me.

Even at this point, I hadn’t really considered dating and relationships, my mom didn’t seem to need them, so why should I? I knew, though, that I definitely wasn’t interested in the crude, boorish creatures that passed for guys at my school.

Anyways, we were watching some movie late at night in my basement, with both of us periodically zoning out. A full-frontal nude scene involving two women captured my full attention, as I shifted up in my seat, and slightly closer to Danni. I watched mesmerized as their breasts bounced with every movement and tried to ignore the pubic hair. I always found mine disgusting, and once I started shaving my legs…well I didn’t stop there. I sighed disappointedly as one of the girls pulled a bra out of her drawer.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

I’d been rubbing Danni’s leg unconsciously while watching the movie. She looked at me, her face starting to match her hair. I moved away from her on the couch, giving her some space.

“Danni…I…I think I like girls, don’t tell the team, the locker room is uncomfortable enough already!”

“You’re a lesbian?” Each word came out slowly, as though she had difficulty getting the sentence out.

I nodded, “Yeah…well, I don’t know, I’ve never done anything with girls, I don’t know.” She got up and started up the stairs. I was on the verge of tears, a few seconds lapse and I’d killed a friendship, possibly my high school life as I knew it.

I heard the footsteps stop for a few seconds, then slowly plod back down. Carefully she sat down on the couch. It was like seeing a turtle without its shell; it was a side of her I didn’t know existed. The tough-as-nails goalie I knew was gone.

“I am…a lesbian I mean. I’ve always known, but, what do you do with something like that? I mean you can’t really come out with it, not in our high school. And of course you can’t find someone without saying anything…”

I nodded, but couldn’t find any words. Neither could she and we both sort of stared at each other. “You’re hot!” I blurted, then immediately buried my face in my hands, I was such an idiot.

She laughed, but not derisively, it was a comforting sound, not quite as arrogant as an “I know,” sort of laugh, but close. All of a sudden all these new possibilities were open. “You wanna be a couple?” She asked.

“I don’t know…” Too many things were in my head at once, I was having trouble sorting them out.

“You want to be a couple,” a statement this time, not a question. Things cleared up a little. I nodded mindlessly for a moment, and then smiled when I realized what it meant. She was watching me, showing the same grin I felt on my face.

All of a sudden I was in her arms, kissing her, sliding my tongue around hers in a warm, wet embrace. She moved to my cheek, quick kisses sliding down until she settled on my neck. I rolled my head back happily as she kissed away. “Finally,” I wanted to breathe, but no words came out.

After that burst of passion, we sat on the couch and talked for what seemed like forever, about everything, our lives, how we figured ours homosexuality out, when the conversation suddenly stopped.

She eyed me mischievously, “you want to have some fun?”

I didn’t get it at first. “What do you mean?” She began sliding her grey lacrosse shirt up her body. My heart began to pound and I froze. She raised her hands invitingly above her head, and I could see her breasts rise beneath her shirt. For the first time I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Neither of us was as were decked out in our sleeping clothes.

I slid closer to her and nervously grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She smiled at me, so in one swift motion I pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. The sight of her large round breasts and quarter sized nipples made me stop and stare. She slid a hand in behind my neck and drew my lips to hers.

Copying her earlier, I moved to her cheek then down her neck. She moaned softly as I kissed a spot directly under the side of her jaw and kept moving down. She laid back on the couch and I climbed on top of her, continuing to kiss my way down. Finally I could hold back no more, and moved swiftly to her nipples. Kissing them gently at first, I decided to experiment with my tongue. She let out a pleased moan when it touched skin, and smiled down at me.

I circled the areola slowly at first, watching her reactions. Her eyes were half rolled back in her head with pleasure. I started running my tongue up and down over her now hard nipples.

“Ooh,” she squealed, “that feels good.”

I started moving faster and faster up and down over her nipples, and her reactions began to grow more and more chaotic. Her breath grew ragged, and her body twitched with each pass. Her one hand rested above her head, the other gently stroked my hair.

More curious than ever now, I continued my kissing journey down her body.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed as I went lower and lower. Finally my hands slid under the waistband of her sweatpants, and slid them down her legs. Once they were off and on the floor, she spread her legs to reveal no panties, and a completely shaved pink pussy.

I kissed and felt my way slowly up her deliciously strong athletic legs, grabbing everything I could get my hands on, finally nearing her pussy. I took in her sweet scent for a moment, slowly kissing her inner thighs over and over. Just before I was about to take my first taste, Danni stopped me.

She stood up beside the coach and pulled me to my feet also. Standing behind me, she started to slip my shirt off as well. At first I stopped her, I’d never been naked in front of another girl before, well, except the locker room, but no one was really looking then. After a moment, I lifted my arms and allowed her to slide the shirt up and over my head. I also wore no bra, but when she pulled down my sweats, it revealed a simple black thong.

“Cute,” she said, kissing my cheek from behind and running her hands through the fabric over my lips. I started to go weak at the knees, I’d never felt anything so good. Too soon, she stopped and slid them off. I stepped out of them, and she spun me around, kissing me, running her hands all up and down my body. Mine made a feeble attempt to enjoy hers, but I was too frozen, too afraid. Her hands slid down my arms, and she gently pulled me towards the couch, sitting down and spreading her legs.

I bent over and gave her a gentle, smiling kiss on the lips before dropping to my knees in front of her. Still nervous, but curious enough to keep the feeling at bay, I lightly licked her vagina, starting at the bottom of her lips and moving slowly upward over her clit.

She shuddered as my tongue washed over her clit, so I moved to lick it again. Another shudder, deeper this time, as I put more pressure on it. Her hands slid to the back of my head and she gently pushed me down. I started kissing and licking her clit some more, softly at first, but harder and harder as she pushed me down more.

I opened my mouth over as much of her vagina as possible. This gave me a wide range of possibilities with my tongue, licking her clit some more, running it up and down her lips, even penetrating her.

She let out a long, low moan as my tongue ran slow, hard circles over her clit. Her hips began gyrating against my pace, trying to put even more pressure on her sensitive spot. I quickened my pace, trying to keep as much of my mouth on as much of her pussy as possible.

We stared at each other for a moment, her lips parting into a smile, and my eyes answering. I went faster still, and her head fell back against the couch. Her eyes shut, and her hands moved from my head up to her breasts. She started to moan with my licks, louder and louder.

Finally, her movement stopped, and she let out a long low, “Ooohhhhh,” her muscles tensed and she bit down on her lower lip for several seconds. Finally she opened her eyes and guided me to my feet, her breathing still faster than normal.

I sat on the couch next to her and kissed her for several minutes, her tongue dancing wildly around mine, tasting her juices and thanking me for the orgasm. Slowly her hand began to creep towards my pussy. When it reached my clit, my tongue fell dead, I couldn’t help it; it felt so good I couldn’t move.

I let out a half squeal, half yell as her middle finger entered my pussy. She lowered herself to her knees and went to work. Her one hand thrusted in and out of my pussy, the other groped my breast, all while her strong tongue washed all over me.

Unlike her, I couldn’t move, I could barely breath. My arms lay limp at my sides, my eyes shut, my mouth twisted into a look of utter ecstasy. Every once in a while I was able to let out a soft moan, or a contorted, “oh god,” but that was all.

She immediately worked fast and hard, sucking on my clit and kissing it repeatedly. I felt this warm, amazing sensation rising within me. She started to moan and grunt hungrily while she licked, sending me even higher. I felt my orgasm coming on and for some reason tried to hold on, tried to fight it. It was no use as her tongue just kept coming and coming.

Finally it washed over me like a blissfully warm ocean wave. I felt my vaginal muscles tighten, and my pussy drip like it never had before. For several seconds I sat paralyzed, unable to move, unable to breath, unable to think. At long last the pleasure subsided so I could let out a long throaty moan.

Danni was already sitting next to me kissing me. A few seconds later I snapped out of my daze and kissed her back. Tasting myself on her lips was one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever felt. She lay on her back again, and I fell on top of her. We slept that way, her on her back, and me resting my head on the soft cushion of her breasts.

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Angela and her companions reflect on how their lives changed during the quest and begin their new journeys in the conclusion to The Knight and the Acolyte.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman
Chapter Thirteen: Discovered Love
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Xerathalasia – The Free City of Raratha

My fingers dug into the cracks in the rotting mortar of the abandoned tower, my ears prickling. From the top, our destination, I could hear the passionate moans of sex, the plunge of hard cock into wet pussy, the slap of flesh on flesh.

But despite those lusty sounds, no desires stirred through me. Our business tonight was dark.

Minx climbed above me, the halfling scampering up the side of the tower with ease. Despite her smaller limbs, she moved faster than I could manage. Her daintier fingers more suited to gripping the crumbling masonry than my longer digits.

Over the aromas of the salty harbor of Raratha and the musty stone, I smelled the lavender scent of halfling pussy. Not Minx’s. This scent came from the tower. The women I heard moaning in rapturous delight.

The nixie Spray was enjoying her harem of halfling thieves.

Once, Minx belonged to the group. I remembered the night as we plotted to break into the Doge’s palace. One of the halflings had spied on us and reported back to Spray. The nixie had been scared into silence by Thrak’s intimidation. He’d fucked Minx on his cock, demonstrating his ownership of her.

I had no idea just how treacherous Spray was at the time.

Light poured through a window at the top, the flickering inconstancy of a sputtering fire. Minx scrambled faster and faster. She reached the windowsill, peeking over it, the light illuminating her metallic-red hair.

In moments, I joined her, peeking through the window down at the sight. Inside, Spray fucked one of her halflings, her blue tits, her skin the shade of the sea, heaving as she rammed her nixie-cock into the halfling’s cunt. Her lover moaned and gasped, her small body writhing beneath Spray. Unlike elves, our nixie kin were blessed with having their dicks permanently.

I licked my lips, my ears twitching. The other halflings writhed around the pair, their metallic-bronze bodies naked. Nude, their tiny bodies could not be mistaken for children, their breasts round and hips curving. They frolicked with each other, licking and nuzzling each other’s cunts as they waited for their turn to be fucked.

Minx had spent so many nights down there.

I glanced at my lover. She stared down at them, her hand gripping a dagger she had drawn. Her face hard. My heart thudded. We were here to kill Spray, to avenge Minx’s sister Fox. I didn’t approve, but I understood.

And I would help justice be meted out on Spray for her role in Fox’s death.

Minx’s breath quickened. I could hear her heart thudding away in her chest. She stared down at the orgy, the halflings moaning, Spray fucking her lover harder and harder, approaching her orgasm. Minx’s hand shook, light glinting off her blade.

A tear fell down her cheek.

And then she scrambled down the tower, climbing with a reckless disregard. I blinked in astonishment. She was a third of the way down before I even reacted. I followed her, my heart thudding. What was she doing?

I scrambled after her as fast as I could. She hit the street, her bare feet slapping as she raced off into the warren of alleys that snaked through the poor dock district of Raratha. I cursed, working my way down, the mortar crumbling. One misstep would plunge me to my death.

I pushed down my fear. I had to find her.

I jumped down the last ten feet, landing in a crouch, my breast slapping together, my feet aching from the jarring impact on cobblestone. I sprang down the alley, chasing after Minx like I had months before when she pickpocketed Chaun. My ears twitched, listening for the slap of her bare feet.

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Minx

Tears fell down my cheek as I ran. I couldn’t do it. I was so prepared, so ready to plunge my dagger into that bitch’s back. And then I saw her writhing with Owl, Mouse, Kitty, Flit, Giggles, and Quick. I knew them all. And they all looked so happy. They were all content to just survive with Spray, to be her wives.

I lost my nerve. I…didn’t want to bring them pain by killing Spray. I’d hurt so much after Fox’s death. I could still see my older sister dangling from the noose, her feet kicking as the life strangled out of her. It haunted me.

I collapsed onto my hands and knees, the cobblestones hard beneath me. I shuddered as I cried in the alley. Tears rained down to my hands. I pounded my fist on the cobblestones. I hated this. I wanted to kill her. But…

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I shouted, despising myself for being so weak.

A form dropped down before me. I looked up at Xera, her cheeks flushed dark. She crotched before me, staring at me with such concern, her ears twitching as they thrust out of her long, green hair. She cupped my face, wiping away my tears.

“This is all your fault,” I accused as I shuddered.

“My fault?”

“Your fault that I’ve changed. You made me love! You made me care. And…” I shuddered. “Seeing them all so happy with Spray, I couldn’t take it away from them!”

Xera’s smile became sad. “You always cared.”

“No I didn’t!” I wanted to kill Spray so badly. But… “You changed me! I wouldn’t have cared about hurting Owl or Flit or Giggles before. I only cared about myself before I met you.”

“You cared about Fox.”

I flinched beneath her words.

She pulled me to her, pressing my face into her soft breasts. She stroked my hair. “You always cared, Minx. You just liked to pretend you didn’t. It made surviving easier. But… You don’t have to pretend. You can be who you always were.”

“I want to kill her!” I shrieked. “She deserves to die! Fox is dead because of that treacherous water-slut!”

“And then Owl and Flit and Giggles will think you deserve to die. They’ll hate you like you hate Spray.”

“See!” I looked up at her. “You’re making this complicated. It should be easy! Why isn’t it easy?”

Her arms tightened around me. “Since when has life ever been easy?”

“I…I miss her, Xera.”

“Fox?”

“Lynette.” I shivered. “That’s the name her mother gave her.”

“Her…mother?”

I rolled my eyes. “We don’t have the same mother. Our father had five wives. Lynette.”

“It’s a beautiful name.”

“We’ll name our daughter that,” I said, waiting for her reaction.

“Daughter?” Xera frowned, her pointed ears twitching. “What?”

I shivered. “I’m…pregnant. And I haven’t been with a halfling male,” I quickly added. “I think…that’s what the plant-elf did to me. Right before she died. She changed me. I’m pregnant, and you’re the father. Or mother or whatever you say in your tongue.”

Speaking those words, naming my unborn daughter after my sister, lightened my heart. Fox was gone, but she wasn’t forgotten. She would live on in our daughter’s name and in my heart. She was fearless. She was amazing. I tried so hard to be like her.

“Truly?” Xera asked, trembling. Tears beaded in her eyes.

“Truly,” I nodded. “No lies. This time, you’re the mother.”

Her hand moved down to my belly, rubbing it in slow circles. I shivered, loving the feel. It had taken me a week to finally admit I was pregnant. I just couldn’t believe it when I missed my period. But I didn’t want to get up Xera’s hopes either. What if I was wrong?

But now I was sure of it. The elf-plant had changed me for Xera.

“This is wonderful,” Xera whispered. “Lynette. I love that name.”

And then she kissed me on the lips. Hot and passionate and loving. I shuddered, closing my eyes. I clung to her neck, our tongues writhing together, her hand still rubbing on my belly, feeling the new life growing inside of me.

The life we created.

My pussy grew hot at the idea. I couldn’t believe how…exciting that was. How much of a turn on it was to admit I was pregnant with my elf-lover’s daughter. My cunt clenched, the heat burning, my juices trickling out into my britches.

Xera broke the kiss, her nose twitching. “Mmm, someone’s growing excited.”

“I am,” I smiled as her hand moved higher up my flesh, cupping my breast through the band of cloth I wore wrapped around it. She squeezed, my nipple throbbing.

“Maybe I should do something about it,” Xera purred, licking her lips. “After all, you’re the mother of my child.”

I shivered, nodding my head in agreement. “I think you should.”

I stretched out on the cobblestones, the autumn sky dark overhead. Raratha had a mild climate. It wasn’t too chilly, and I was too excited to feel it anyways. Especially with Xera’s lips kissing and nuzzling at my stomach. How long until I grew round with our baby?

Her fingers untied the laces of my britches as she nuzzled at my bellybutton. I gasped as her tongue dipped into the divot. I squirmed, her ears twitching as she swirled her tongue in slow circles. My eyes fluttered as the delight rippled through me.

I lifted my ass, letting her slide off my tight britches and exposing my shaved pussy to the air. I kicked off my britches as her lips moved lower and lower. She nuzzled at my strip of metallic-red pubic hair leading to my dripping, pregnant pussy.

I grinned and giggled.

Her eyes flicked up to me, reflecting the starlight. “What?”

“You’re about to eat my pregnant pussy,” I grinned.

“I am,” she smiled, her ears twitching more. “Mmm, we made a baby.”

“I did most of the work,” I told her, a huge grin on my lips. “You just spurted your seed into me.”

“I had to pump my cock in and out of you,” she grinned. “I had to make that little cunt cum over and over.”

“Nope, I did most of the work,” I laughed, feeling so alive right now. My hands rubbed at my belly as she dipped her head down, her silky hair brushing my thighs.

I groaned as her tongue ran across my pussy, my small breasts jiggling beneath the cloth. I kept massaging my belly. I loved touching it as my lover’s tongue licked through my pussy, dragging through my folds.

“So we’re married now, right?” I groaned. “Since you bred me.”

“We are,” Xera purred between licks.

“So, having a harem of hermaphrodites is out, huh?”

“Sorry,” Xera purred. “You’re my wife now.” Her forehead tightened. “You can’t…”

“I won’t cheat on you!” I said with such force, anger shooting through me. “I love you, Xerathalasia.” I managed to say her full name without tripping over my tongue.

Her entire body trembled. She let out such a heart-felt sigh, her ears blurring as they spasmed in joy. Then she buried her face into my pussy and licked me so hard. I groaned, my cunt clenching as her tongue dragged through my folds, flicking my clit.

I squirmed on the cobblestones, savoring their hard, cold surfaces. Her hands reached beneath me, grasping my ass as she pulled my pussy tight against her lips. Her tongue thrust into my pregnant depths, swirling through me, making me shudder in delight. I groaned, my voice echoing between the buildings.

We were wanted criminals in Raratha, and we were fucking in the street. I loved it.

“Oh, my sweet Xerathalasia,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, just tongue my pussy. Oh, I have such a naughty elf-wife.”

She licked harder. Then she fucked her tongue in and out of my pussy, so aggressive. She moaned her pleasure into my pussy, her hands clenching my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes, Xerathalasia is the most beautiful elf in the world! She’s my wife! I love her so much!”

My voice echoed back, “…love her so much… …so much… …ch…”

My thighs locked about her face. I reached down, grasping the ends of her pointed ears in my fingers, massaging them. She moaned, shuddering as she devoured my pussy harder. Her ears were so sensitive. It was like playing with her clit.

I stroked her ears as the pleasure built and built in me. My wife’s licking tongue drove me wild. I humped into her licking tongue. She churned through my pussy, whipping my cunt into a froth. I groaned, arching my back, staring up at the starry sky bracketed by the buildings on either side of us.

“Xerathalasia!” I squeaked. “You’re so amazing. I… Yes!”

I came on my wife’s licking tongue.

My juices flooded my elf’s mouth. She drank them down as I bucked and writhed. I shuddered, my eyes squeezed shut as the rapture rippled out of my pregnant pussy. The delight had me heaving and moaning, gasping out my pleasure for all of Raratha to hear.

I squirmed. I writhed. I bucked.

The pleasure surged through me. Such happy delight shot through me. I played with her ears, making her moan and sigh into my pussy. I embraced the ecstasy. I held onto it as long as I could, wanting to keep cumming and cumming forever.

But, bit by bit, the rapture escaped from me. I groaned as Xera lifted her face, my juices dripping from her lips and chin. She smiled at me, her heavy breasts swaying beneath me as she nuzzled at my stomach again.

“Ooh, now it’s your turn,” I groaned.

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Xerathalasia

“Minx!” I squealed as she rubbed the ointment on my clit.

I lay on my back now, my ears twitching as my halfling wife continued rubbing the alchemical concoction onto my aching clit. It burned and throbbed. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. She grinned at me as she knelt naked between my thighs.

“This is my favorite part,” my pregnant wife said.

Pregnant. I would be a mother this time. I knew it was true. I believed her. The elf-plant had promised me a gift as she died. This was it. Tears burned in my eyes as my clit sprouted into my elf-cock, thrusting hard from the folds of my pussy.

And aching with need.

She grabbed my dick with both hands, her tiny fingers hardly able to wrap around my full girl. She stroked my shaft as she leaned down and licked through my folds. My toes curled and my ears twitched as the pleasure raced through my body. She stroked my cock as her tongue dived through my folds. The tip throbbed every time her small hands brushed the sensitive crown.

My moans echoed. Around us, I could hear the sounds of the residents living the building as they slept or ate or talked or fucked. I breathed in the scent of the city combined with our pussy juices, mine flowery and hers lavender-scented. I loved it. My eyes fluttered as I writhed on the cold, hard cobblestones.

“Oh, my sweet Minx,” I groaned as her small tongue lapped through my pussy folds, shooting delight to the tip of my cock.

She giggled. “You’re the sweet one.”

I groaned as she thrust her tongue into my pussy folds, swirling it around, her hands stroking faster and faster. My eyes rolled back into my head. My back arched as I squirmed. Precum bubbled out of my cock, her stroking hands smearing it down my shaft until it glistened.

Her tongue licked through my folds, starting at my taint. She reached the base of my cock and lapped up it. I groaned as she dragged her tongue up my shaft, her hands moving out of the way and grasping my cock’s base as she climbed. I trembled as she went higher and higher.

And then she flicked the sensitive crown.

“Minx,” I groaned in throaty delight as the pleasure raced down my cock.

“Mmm, I love this dick.” She licked my spongy crown again, her tongue sliding over my slit. “So much.”

“Yes, you do,” I panted as her tongue probed into my slit. It was so small she could fit it in an inch, swirling it around my urethra. It was such a strange sensation, making my pussy clench.

Her left hand kept a grip on the base of my cock as she tongued the crown. Her right hand slid lower. Her small fingers stroked my wet pussy lips. I shuddered, sensations rippling through my body as she teased both my sexes.

Her fingers penetrated my pussy, three wiggling digits, while her mouth latched onto the tip of my cock. She couldn’t open her mouth wide enough to suck on my dick. But she could wrap her lips around the top of my crown and suck hard as she stroked my shaft. The pleasure shot through me, my pussy clenching on her probing fingers.

“Oh, Minx, I love you,” I moaned, not caring if anyone heard us. “Oh, you’re so wonderful.” Better than Atharilesia and my bitch-sister.

Her fingers pumped in and out of me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. I groaned, twitching on the ground as she loved me. Mirth danced in her sapphire eyes as she pleasured me. My pussy clenching on her digits.

I groaned as she added a fourth finger, stretching out my pussy. She pumped her hand faster and faster, pressing her digits in deep. My pussy swallowed them, the pleasure racing up to the tip of my throbbing cock.

Her fingers curled into a fist in me.

“Matar’s cock, yes!” I howled as she fisted me.

Her small fist pumped in and out of me. My pussy clenched down on her, the pleasure shooting through me. I groaned, my cock aching. The cum boiled in my ovaries, aching to flood her mouth. She sucked so hard, cheeks hollowing as she fisted me harder and harder.

She pumped her fist into my depths, stirring my flesh up. I spasmed and groaned. My back arched and my large tits heaved. My ears twitched violently as my orgasm swelled and swelled through me. I shuddered, stiffened.

And flooded her mouth with my girl-cum.

Blast after blast of jizz flooded out of me and into her hungry mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she swallowed my cum. My pussy spasmed about her fist reaming into my depths. Rapture shuddered through me.

“Matar’s cock, I love you, Minx,” I groaned, my voice echoing through the streets. “Yes, yes, yes!”

She gulped down my cum as fast as it spurted from my cock. She drank it with such eager delight. I spasmed, my body bucking out of control. My big tits bounced as my pussy writhed about her plunging fist. The pleasure kept washing out of my cunt and crashing through my mind. I loved it.

I loved her.

She was pregnant with my child. What a miracle.

“Love you,” I groaned again.

She popped her mouth off my cock, cum staining her lips. “I love you, too.” Then she grinned. “And I love your cock so much, Xerathalasia.”

I loved hearing her use my full name.

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Minx

I writhed in anticipation as Xerathalasia mounted me, her huge, pillowy tits swaying over my head as she brought her big, thick elf-cock to the entrance of my pregnant pussy. I shivered as she rubbed that thick shaft, my hands grasping her breasts, the right drenched in her flowery pussy juices.

“Fuck me!” I moaned to my wife. “Ram that big, thick elf-cock in me, Xerathalasia.”

“Yes,” she moaned as I brought her nipples to my hungry lips.

I latched onto a fat nub, sucking so hard as her thick dick speared into my tiny pussy. I was a halfling. We could take huge cocks, our pussies stretching. I shuddered as she filled me, my wet flesh clinging to her huge cock.

This cock made a baby in me.

I shivered at that, sucking harder and harder on her nipples. I nursed so hard as she drew back and speared into me again and again. My body shuddered. Delight shivered through me as she hammered my pussy with her huge dick.

I moaned about her nipple, her cock churning heat through my body, making me ache and tremble as she rammed over and over into me. I shuddered, my pussy clenching on her huge cock. My body undulated, fucking up into her as she slammed over and over into my depths.

She was so amazing. I loved her cock so much.

“Minx,” she panted. “Matar’s cock, yes! Your pussy’s so tight. So hot!”

I clenched my pussy on her thrusting dick, bucking into her thrusts as I nibbled on her fat nub.

She groaned and gasped, hammering me, her passions swelling. I loved using the ointment on her. It made her so passionate. She had to cum over and over, her dick even more sensitive than when her cock sprouted naturally.

Her breasts swayed in my hands. I gripped them so hard, my own smaller tits jiggling. She rammed that cock in me so hard. The friction burned through me. It had me trembling in delight. My thighs gripped her hips, eager for the flood of cum to spill into me.

I loved this cock in me so much.

“Minx!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re so hot. Oh, I’m going to dump so much cum in you.”

“Good,” I panted as I switched nipples. I nipped her other one before sucking hard.

She thrust so deep into my pussy.

I shivered, my clit aching as her pubic bone hammered into it. My pussy clenched over and over on her dick, the heat swelling in me. I groaned and writhed on the cobblestones loving her over me. I felt so small beneath her, so tiny as she heaved over me.

Her cock rammed into my depths. My eyes widened. I moaned so loud about her nipple as her cum flooded in hot spurts into my depths. That hot splash of jizz spurting against my cervix. I groaned as she filled my pregnant pussy with her jizz.

And she kept fucking me.

Her dick pumped in and out of my sloppy depths. I felt the cum forced out around her big, thick elf-cock. It ran down to the crack of my ass as she kept hammering me. My orgasm swelled as she groaned and grunted.

“Matar’s huge cock, yes!” she hissed. “And Henta’s prowess. Oh, yes. I’m going to cum again, Minx.”

“Do it,” I moaned. “Flood my pregnant pussy with all your cum, Xerathalasia.”

“Yes!” she gasped, pounding me so hard.

My orgasm built and built as more and more of her hot jizz spurted into my depths. I groaned, shuddering. My pussy clenched so hard on her dick as the pressure built and built in my core. I sucked so hard on her nipple, loving the almost continuous splash of jizz against my cervix.

Cum ran out of my pussy. I loved it pooling beneath my ass and dribbling through the crack of my butt. I shuddered, my thighs tightening about her dick. Her thrusts were so hard, so fast. Stars burst across my vision. My pussy spasmed about her cumming dick.

I orgasmed hard.

“Xerathalasia!” I squealed in delight as my pussy milked her cock. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I loved her so much. I was so glad Lady Delilah had recruited me to steal from Angela. I never would have discovered this joy, this love. I spasmed beneath my elf-wife, holding her tight with all my limbs.

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Warlock Faoril – Red Eye Tribe Winter Camp, Larg Federation

The snow fell heavily around me as I sat atop the hill. Steam rose around me, the snowflakes striking the bubble of hot air I maintained. Traveling through the tundra in winter wasn’t that much fun. Well, it wasn’t even technically winter yet. But up here, the snows had already fallen two feet thick, burying the grass.

I tried not to listen to Bruk’s screams of pain as Thrak…inflicted his justice upon his brother. I focused instead on the ancient map I’d procured in the Free City of Orcona at the mouth of the Tingul. We’d left the Golden Hunger there, charting a river boat to sail us up the mightiest river in the world. It was far faster traveling by boat than by horse.

And far more comfortable.

We disembarked at Tet-Morn in the Princedom of Zeutch, traveling the rest of the way on horse. Once, bounty hunters had tried to arrest me, holding one of the Doge’s wanted fliers. Thrak had…persuaded him to try his hand at other bounties.

I winced at a particularly loud scream, shifting my shoulders I really did not want to know how my husband dispensed punishment on his brother. The other orcs of his tribe were down at the base of the hill, watching impassively. Thrak had beat his brother in a challenge with ease, and they respected that.

The map was much more interesting to stare at. It purported to have been made by a scholar three hundred years ago. His ship had survived crossing the Vilianth Ocean, though it almost sank. He’d sketched out an archipelago called the Ryuko Islands.

It probably was a fake. But what if it wasn’t? There were places across the ocean, the legendary Okuwa Shogunate, the Oppain Empire, and the Great Steppes. I traced my finger across the islands, noting the name of cities. Such strange names: Shugora. Kosaki, Ankyo, Fujitara.

The screams ended. Footsteps crunched up the hill. A shadow fell across me. The skies were clear and blue, no clouds to block the sun. They looked like summer skies until you noticed the snow piled in mighty drifts everywhere you looked. Thrak stood above me, the blood steaming off his bare chest as he eclipsed the sun.

“Ready?” I asked. I understood why my husband had to not only kill Bruk, but hurt him, torture him. I didn’t approve. It was so messy, but Thrak needed to inflict an equal amount of pain on the murderer of his wife.

He grunted, nodding his head. “I’m done here.”

I held out my hand, not flinching at the sticky blood coating his. He helped me to my feet. I carefully folded the map. I felt the eyes of the orcs watching us. Thrak didn’t look back as we trudged down the hill.

He had nothing left at his home. And neither did I at mine. The Doge wasn’t the only place that sent out wanted posters. The Magery Council had official declared me a Warlock. It was death to set foot in Thosi, and any mage I encountered would try to arrest or kill me.

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Thrak – The Free City of Orcona

The Golden Hunger sat at the dock, though she had another name painted on her bow to hide her pirating nature. I had no doubts she’d be waiting for our return from my lands. We crossed the bridge over the canal, Orcona was a city built on The Tingul’s estuary, half the city built under the water in canals and lagoons. The nixies lived in there. They rode giant seahorses down their watery streets.

Thyrna appeared on the stern deck and leaned on the railing. She twitched like a curious cat. If she had a tail, it would be wagging back and forth. But rakshasas didn’t have tails. A hungry smile grew on her dark-brown face, her hips wiggling in her tight, leather pants.

“Master,” she purred as Faoril went ahead of me up the gangplank. She still wore her red robes.

“Pussycat,” I grinned at my slave. “We’re putting to sea.”

“Wonderful. It’s been soooo boring waiting for you. There’s only so many times I can lash my crew before it becomes tedious.”

The gangplank creaked beneath me as I strode up it onto the deck.

“So, where are we pirating?” she asked, staring down at the sea.

“No pirating,” Faoril said. “Exploring. We’re sailing across the Vilianth Ocean.” Behind us, the porters we hired to the carry supplies we bought for the voyage gasped in shock.

“Really?” Thyrna asked. “And brave the monster-infested waters?”

“Do you doubt my wife’s abilities?” I asked, my voice stern.

“Not one bit.” She glanced to her right at a Thlinian pirate. “Castor, I want the hold stocked with supplies. We sail tomorrow.”

“Cap’n,” he nodded, his red back marked by scarlet lashes. I dominated Thyrna, and she dominated the rest of her crew.

My pussycat climbed down to the mid deck, her hips swaying. She had such a naughty smile on her lips as she knelt before me. Her hands stroked my kilt, sliding to brush my cock through it. I hardened at her touch.

“Do you need my…services?”

“Oh, we are going to play,” grinned Faoril. “Move that pretty ass. I want you naked in your cabin now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thyrna purred. She hated women, so it was exciting witnessing her submit to my wife.

Thyrna rose with smooth grace and opened the door leading to the cabins. She walked before us, ass swaying in those tight, leather pants. She reached our cabin, the largest on the ship, and opened it. Our bed rested in the center, the walls covered in whips, flails, manacles, and all manner of other fun devices.

She peeled off her blouse with a smooth motion, exposing her round, brown breasts. Her right nipple pierced by a golden ring. It made her immune to Faoril’s magic, an artifact from Thyrna’s home in the savage Queendom of Naith. She removed it so Faoril’s spells could affect her. The pirate’s hips wiggled as she peeled off her leather pants, exposing her gorgeous ass. She bent over, wiggling her hips, her pussy flashing between her thighs, her lips freshly shaved and gleaming with her spicy excitement.

Naked, she knelt while Faoril shrugged out of her red robe. She hung it on a hook, her body exposed, her nipples pierced by a pair of gold rings. A new piercing adorned her clit, the gold ring nestled among the curls of her soft-brown pubic hair.

“Choose a flail,” Faoril ordered, her fingers tugging on her clit piercing. She loved playing with it now that it had healed. It was such torture for her on the voyage down the Tingul. We didn’t have Sophia to use her magic.

“Yes, Mistress,” Thyrna moaned, rising.

My dick was hard. I removed my kilt, stroking my dick as I watched. Thyrna grabbed a flail made of black leather and studded with small rivets of steel. It would hurt a lot. She turned and handed it over to Faoril.

Wind swirled through the cabin. Thyrna gasped as air seized her wrists and ankles, yanking her into the air and holding her spread eagle. Her body trembled as she dangled, pussy juices dribbling down her body.

Faoril smacked the flail into her hand, a loud thud. “Oh, this is perfect, Pussycat.”

Thyrna purred in delight.

I groaned as Faoril flogged Thyrna’s tits. Those round breasts jiggled as her brown skin flushed red. The flail thudded over and over, slapping the tits. The rakshasa shuddered each time, moaning and squirming as Faoril’s magic held her in the air.

My wife’s free hand kept tugging on her clit piercing, her cream dribbling down her thigh. She shuddered, her breasts jiggling as she smacked the flail down over and over. The thudding impacts echoed through the cabin.

“That’s it,” I growled. “She’s been a bad pussycat.”

“So bad,” Thyrna moaned, her back arching, thrusting her tits out for Faoril to flog.

Pleasure crossed her face, warring with the pain. Faoril flicked the flail, cracking against Thyrna’s sides now, the leather straps wrapping about her body to smack her back. The thuds grew louder and louder. The metal rivets left puckered marks on her body, dimpling the red stripes.

My balls ached. Part of me wanted to stroke my cock faster, to erupt as I watched the hot sight of my wife flogging our pussycat slave. But I had control. I kept it a slow stroke, savoring the delight in Faoril’s face as the flail kissed Thyrna’s body over and over.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Thyrna moaned, her voice throaty with pain and pleasure. “I’m so bad. Keep flogging me, Mistress.”

“Mmm, yes,” Faoril groaned, tugging hard on her clit piercing. Her body shuddered. She could cum just playing with it.

Then Thyrna turned in the air, the flail still cracking across her skin. Faoril flogged the rakshasa’s back now, the lashes striking Thyrna’s shoulders and caressing down to her ass. She squirmed in her invisible bonds, loving the kiss of the flogger.

Her moans grew throatier as Faoril whirled the flail in an X pattern, smacking Thyrna’s body over and over, the lashes a black blur. The thuds came so fast, striking the shoulders and round ass. Thyrna shuddered more and more, moaning louder and louder.

“Do it,” I growled to Faoril, my dick aching, my balls boiling. I stroked my thick cock faster now, brushing the bone ring piercing the tip.

Faoril let out a moan as she changed the way she twirled the flail. She swung it upward this time. The ends hissed as they flashed between Thyrna’s things. The wet smack of leather striking dripping pussy echoed through the cabin.

“Mistress!” screamed Thyrna, her entire body bucking.

“You naughty pussycat,” moaned Faoril as she swung the flail upward again and again, striking wet cunt.

My dick throbbed as I watched Thyrna tremble. The flail kissed her pussy over and over. She bucked and gasped. Juices gushed down her thighs, making the smacks even louder, as she came hard. She screamed out her pleasure, yowling like a cat as she trembled and moaned through her orgasm, her entire body heaving.

I grunted, my muscles clenching. And then my cum erupted. White blasts splashed on Thyrna’s red ass, dribbling across her puckered welts. Pleasure surged through me with every blast of cum. I groaned, shuddering, the delight shooting through me.

“That it! Cum on her naughty ass,” Faoril moaned, tugging on her clit piercing. She shuddered. “Yes!”

My wife joined me in trembling passion. The flail fell from her fingers as she shuddered. Juices flooded down her thighs, adding her spicy musk to the air, mixing with the hot scent of Thyrna’s cream. I groaned, squeezing out the last blast of my cum to paint her ass.

“Oh, yes, I was so naughty,” moaned Thyrna as Faoril lowered her to the deck. The rakshasa staggered, but her natural grace kept her upright. She shuddered, running her hands through her hair, my cum dripping down her back.

“Now, in my pouch is a new toy,” Faoril purred. “I bought it just to play with you. It’s been enchanted. Something I came up with. Xera and Angela inspired me.”

Thyrna moved with an eager grace, opening up the pouch hanging from Faoril’s robes. She produced a thick, black dildo made of polished stone attached to a leather harness. Thyrna shuddered, licking the tip with her pink tongue, her entire body shuddering.

“Put it on my wife,” I growled, my dick still hard. “Then we’re going to fuck you hard.”

“Yes, Master,” Thyrna moaned in pure delight as she hurried to Faoril.

Thyrna’s breasts bounced as she knelt before my wife, holding the harness out before her. Faoril stepped her sleek, ivory thighs into the harness. The ship rocked, and she swayed and kept her balance. It was natural to lean with the moving ship now. Thyrna dragged the harness up my wife’s thighs and over her hips. She tugged on the leather straps, buckling it tight to my wife’s waist.

“Oh, that feels wonderful against my clit,” groaned Faoril. Then she stroked down the length. Arcane lettering burst to life with green light, the markings impossible to see until she activated her enchantment on it.

“What does it do, Mistress?” Thyrna asked.

“It lets me feel through the dildo,” she groaned.

Thyrna leaned forward, licking the stone tip. My wife groaned, feeling the tongue lapping at the stone dildo like it were her own flesh. She shivered, her brown eyes smoldering as she grinned at me. She was eager to fuck our slave.

I seized Thyrna and pushed her down onto the bed. She didn’t resist as she stretched out on her side, purring in eager anticipation. I stretched out behind her, my hands grabbing her welted asscheeks, squeezing them.

She let out a whimper of pleased pain.

“Oh, yes, we’re going to fuck you so hard, pussycat,” Faoril purred, her gold piercings glinting at the summits of her quivering breasts as she moved to the bed. She stretched out on Thyrna’s other side. “I know you want it.”

“I do,” Thyrna moaned as I parted her butt-cheeks, my cock nudging between them.

I shuddered as my dick became wet, lubed by Faoril’s magic. I groaned, pressing the tip of my dick into the rakshasa’s asshole as Faoril pressed her body against Thyrna’s front. The two women kissed, Faoril’s pale skin pressed against the rich brown of our pussycat. My arms engulfed them both, my left shoved beneath their bodies, my right draped over their writhing forms. Faoril already pumped her hips, fucking her dildo into Thyrna’s depths, moaning into their kiss.

I grunted as I buried into the tight depths of Thyrna’s asshole. The rakshasa purred louder as her velvety bowels embraced my dick. She clenched on my shaft as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her body writhed between us as I drew back and hammered into her bowels’ depths.

“That’s it, pussycat,” I growled, my hips pumping away, pleasure racing up my cock. “Please me and my wife. Make us cum so hard.”

Thyrna broke the kiss with Faoril. “Yes, Master,” she yowled, her body shuddering, her supple back pressing into my scarred chest. “I’ll make you both cum so hard.”

“Yes!” Faoril moaned, her silver nose ring flashing as her face scrunched up in pleasure. “Oh, Thrak, this is intense. I can feel her pussy wrapped about the dildo. Is this what you feel when you’re in me?”

“Hot, tight silk massaging my dick?”

“Yes!” she moaned, her ass writhing beneath my hands as she fucked our pussycat.

We slammed into her together, reaming our slave’s holes. Thyrna’s ass was so tight on my cock, squeezing it as she shuddered between us. Her yowls and whimpers echoed through the hold. I could feel Faoril’s dildo plunging hard into our pussycat’s cunt, massaging my cock in her tight bowels.

I squeezed my wife’s ass, smiling at her over Thyrna’s shoulders. She smiled back, her brown eyes smoldering. It was like I made love to Faoril through our pussycat. That she was just a conduit, nothing more than a toy.

Faoril’s hand reached across Thyrna, rubbing at my muscular side, fingernails scratching. “Pound her,” she hissed. “Fuck her so hard. Make her explode, and then flood her naughty ass.”

“Yes,” I growled, so happy to share this with my wife. She was such a remarkable woman. Different from Serisia, but just as amazing.

For a moment, I thought I felt eyes watching me from beyond, Serisia sharing in our joy from the Astral Realm.

My hand squeezed Faoril’s ass, her muscles bunching as she rammed her dildo over and over into our pussycat’s cunt. Thyrna’s ass tightened on my dick as she shuddered. She bucked and squirmed between us, yowling louder and louder.

“Use me!” she hissed. “Use my body.”

“Such a good pussycat,” moaned Faoril, joy flashing in her eyes. “We are going to use you. I want to feel that pussy cumming on my dildo. Massage it, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Thyrna’s ass clenched so hard on my thrusting cock. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered as I slammed into her bowels. Her asshole burned around my cock. I shuddered, burying into her flesh.

She came.

Her asshole writhed on my plunging dick. Faoril gasped, feeling the delight of Thyrna’s convulsing pussy around her enchanted dildo. My wife’s squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering in pleasure. Her hand clenched on my side as she rammed her dildo into Thyrna.

And came, too.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Faoril. “Oh, Thrak, my spell worked. This is amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I growled, burying my cock into Thyrna’s cumming ass. The satin delight burned around my cock. It left me trembling as I growled. I fucked her so hard. I pounded her. Her bowels rippled around me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled, my head snapping back.

“Cum in her!” squealed my wife.

I squeezed her ass as I buried into Thyrna’s writhing bowels. My balls smacked into her taint, laden with cum. I growled. My body tensed. And then my jizz spurted into my pussycat’s asshole. Her tight bowels milked my dick, drinking all the cum.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she yowled, trembling between us. “Oh, Master, yes! Yes! You’re using me!”

“Take his cum, slut,” hissed Faoril, her body trembling through her orgasm. “You’re just our toy. We’re going to use you on the voyage. We’re going to fuck you, spank you, abuse you. And you’ll love it.”

“I will, Mistress,” Thyrna purred, nuzzling against Faoril’s face. “Such an adventure. We’ll be corsairs plundering distant shores.”

“Explores,” Faoril hissed.

“Scholars,” I groaned, panting, holding both my slave and my wife. I missed Serisia and was happy I had Faoril.

I would have been lost without her.

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Aurora Xandra – Dragon’s Rest

Our inn was coming along wonderfully. My elementals worked so diligently over the winter to build it, Chaun sang songs, keeping me focused on the work. It was his design. A warm and welcoming tavern, like all the ones he’d played at in the years after he fled Zeutch.

It faced the growing temple. Dozens of workers hauled the stones under the pregnant Sophia’s watchful gaze. Dragon’s Rest grew larger and larger every day. Already other homes were erected, the workers and traders, lured in by the dragon’s gold to help us build our community, needed places to live. Angela already had her training grounds marked out, eager to teach her own knights, the Knights Dragoon, to defend against the Shizhuth Empire over the mountains.

A giddy thrill shot through me. I was so horny. I rubbed my smooth belly as I darted through the common room. A few blonde and busty Zeutchian girls swept and cleaned the tables, our employees moving with grace, wearing dresses with scandalous blouses, showing off all their impressive attributes.

“Ma’am,” they curtsied to me.

I smiled at them. “Is my husband in our rooms?”

“I believe so,” Heidi said, her golden hair in pigtails, her cheeks rosy.

The barmaids were quite popular with the laborers. It made me blush the first time the girls paid me the inn’s cut of their whoring. Prostitution was such a foreign concept to me. There was a part of me that even wanted to join them.

But only if Chaun was my customer.

I moved to the back of the inn, past the kitchens where our cook, a grouchy Thlinian with one eye, worked, and into our private quarters. Chaun and I had a small sitting room, our bedroom, and a nursery that was still unused.

I threw open the door into our bedroom and found Chaun idly strumming on his new lyre, a gift Sophia had purchased for him. I glanced at our fire, nodding my head at the white egg, speckled with blue dots, in the nest of soft cloth by it. I approached our egg, turning it to keep our son well-warmed.

I knew it was a boy because Chaun could only have sons. Our child would start out looking like an avian, but come puberty, he would awaken to his true heritage as a changeling. A changeling who would know his father.

Chaun couldn’t wait to raise his son.

“There’s my pretty wife,” Chaun said, strumming a final note. “And what has you in such a rush?”

“There’s a new laborer working at the temple,” I said. “And, well, I am such a naughty wife.”

My pussy clenched, my hips wiggling. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“Indeed,” Chaun grinned. He set his lyre against the wall and stood from the bed before striding across the room. His naked body rippled, the firelight glinting off his obsidian skin. His cock hardened before him.

I hoped this laborer had a cock as big as his hands.

Chaun parted our curtains, peering out at the temple across the street. Our quarters were to the side of the inn, letting us see the main road and watch the people passing to and fro. Chaun planned it so I could point out any men who made me horny.

He was such a loving husband.

“There he is,” I squealed, pointing at the man lifting a large stone. He was shirtless despite the drizzling rain, his pale, muscular body glistening. He had a long, shaggy mane of dusky-blond hair, his shoulders almost as thick as Thrak.

Chaun laughed. “You like them big, don’t you, Aurora?”

I grasped my husband’s large cock. “Mmm, I do.”

“I’ve seen him in the mind of the new seamstress that set up shop.”

“His wife?” I asked, my thighs rubbing on my clit. “Is she beautiful?”

Chaun just grinned at me. Then he opened a chest and pulled out a pair of leather pants far too big for him to wear. He strode naked from the room. I shivered, pulling off my long-sleeved blouses—I discovered just how cold winter truly was; the seasons never touched the Island of Birds—baring my small, firm breasts. Then I wiggled out of my wool skirt, my pussy so wet.

A loud knock pounded on my door.

I shivered, racing to it. I opened it a crack and flushed at the big, burly Zeutchian, his chest wet from the rain. There was a thick carpet of soft, blonde down covering his muscular chest. His wet hair fell about his chiseled face. He towered two heads over me, his blue eyes so piercing.

“Yes?” I asked cautiously.

“I hear for a gold dupondius, you’ll give me quite the tumble.”

I shivered. “I am a married woman,” I hissed. “Who told you?”

“Gustav,” he answered. “He told me you make a little extra selling that sweet peach between your thighs.”

My pussy clenched. I felt so dirty as I moaned, “Hurry inside. People can’t find out. No one can know, least of all my husband.”

He gave me such a bold and hungry grin as he pushed the door open. I stepped back, his eyes falling on my naked body. I shivered, a wanton lust rippling through me. I was such a bad wife for being so wet for this man.

“I can see why Gustav recommended you,” he groaned, his eyes stopping at my pussy, shaved save for a blue line of public hair leading down to my tight lips. “What a tight, sweet peach.”

I shuddered as his rough, calloused hands, so different from my husband’s, rubbed at my pussy.

“The gold,” I hissed. “Then you get my peach.”

His finger thrust into my cunt, feeling how wet and juicy I was. I shuddered, trembling as he pumped his finger in and out of my depths. His thumb brushed my clit, making me sing in pure delight. His leather pants creaked as he shifted.

“Definitely ripe,” he laughed. The Zeutchian produced the gold coin from his leather pocket. It flashed.

I snatched it up in my eager hand, holding onto it tight. I felt so wonderfully dirty as I sold my married body to his lusts. His arms swept around me. I groaned as he pulled me close, my nipples rubbing against his muscular body. His head leaned down, claiming my lips. I swooned as he kissed me hard. His tongue thrust into my mouth, stirring around.

My heart hammered in my chest as I fenced with his tongue. His dick felt so hard in his wet, leather pants. I hugged him tight, my right hand clenched tight around the coin. I wiggled against him, savoring his hard girth.

He broke the kiss, panting. “Damn, you are one wicked wife.”

“So wicked,” I moaned, falling to my knees, feeling his girth.

He felt hung.

A wicked rush shot through me as I deftly unlaced his leather pants. I shoved them down his hips, exposing his cock thrusting from a mighty forest of blond curls. He was so thick and long, bigger than my husband.

He even rivaled Thrak.

I missed the orc and Faoril.

The brief pang of parting vanished as I stroked his cock with my left hand. I opened my mouth wide, salivating for this dick. I licked and swirled around the tip, making him groan. He seized my sky-blue hair, holding me tight as I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock. I could barely open my jaw wide enough to take him.

Drool dribbled down my chin as I pleasured him. I hummed a naughty song as I sucked. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue danced around his spongy cock. He made such wonderful, manly grunts and groans.

“Gods, what a mouth, whore,” he panted. “Your husband has no idea, does he? That you’re a hot-mouthed slut.”

“No idea,” I moaned, popping my mouth off his dick for just a moment. I sucked again.

He groaned, hand tightening in my hair.

I bobbed faster, stroking his dick with my free hand. More drool leaked down my chin. I was such a bad wife. So naughty to cheat on my husband, to sell my body like a filthy whore. I was a prostitute. Dizzy waves of delight rushed out of my dripping pussy.

I pressed my thighs so tight together, taking the ache off my clit. I shivered, my right hand clenched so tight about the coin. The edges bit into my palm as I loved this dick in my mouth. I bobbed faster, trembling with my excitement.

“Gods damn, you want my cum badly,” he growled. “Pater’s mighty cock, enough.”

“Enough?” I purred, popping my lips off his dick. “Don’t you want to spill your cum in me?”

“I paid to enjoy that sweet peach, not your hungry mouth,” he growled. “I want to violate your married cunt.”

“To cuckold my husband?” I asked, arching my eyebrows.

“Yes,” he growled.

My pussy clenched so hard.

He seized me, lifting my light body with ease, and draped me across my marital bed. He spread my thighs apart, exposing my married peach. I shivered, my pussy clenching as his hands stroked up my thighs to my wet cunt.

And then, with a hungry growl, he buried his face into my snatch. I groaned, his whiskered cheeks rubbing on my hot flesh. His tongue plundered my married depths. I spasmed, right hand clenched on the coin as the pleasure surged through me.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat my married cunt,” I moaned. “Eat the peach you paid for.”

“What delicious treat,” he growled between licks, his blue eyes staring up at me. “Such a sweet whore-cunt.”

“Luben’s sacred oath!” I gasped as he sucked on my clit.

His thick fingers penetrated my pussy while he nibbled on my nub. He plundered in and out of my pussy, his tongue caressing my clit. Pleasure rippled through me as I chirped and sang out my delight, humping against the bed.

I squeezed my small breasts, rubbing the gold coin into my right tit, sliding it up over my nipple. I pressed it down, massaging the metal into the nub. Delight raced through my pussy, my quivering flesh bursting with passion.

He tongued me so hard.

“Slata’s juicy cunt, you are divine,” growled the Zeutchian hunk, his blue eyes staring up my body, his sandy-blond hair spilling about his broad shoulders.

“Keep feasting,” I moaned. “You paid for this peach.”

He grinned at me, his thumbs stroking up and down my pussy lips. “I did.”

He spread me open. I shuddered as he leaned down and buried himself back into my pussy, tonguing me so hard. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back into my head as I writhed against him.

This was so naughty. I pressed the gold coin harder into my breast, the edges biting into my soft flesh. My back arched. Naughty chirps exploded from my lips as I shuddered. My ass clenched, the pleasure burning hotter and hotter through me.

“Luben’s sacred oaths, yes!” I moaned as I came. “I’m such a bad wife!”

My orgasm was hard, fast. It rushed through me. Bubbling delight washed over my thoughts. I trembled as he kept licking and tonguing and driving me wild. He devoured me. He kept me heaving and bucking.

I chirped and sang. A wordless trill of bliss issued from my throat, the melody so complex as the rapture shot through me. And then he was on me. That muscular body looming over me. I shuddered at how strong he was and…

His cock… Oh, his cock nudged at my spasming pussy.

And then he was in me, violating my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down to me. His muscular chest crushed my breasts as he plowed his thick dick into my married depths. He churned my convulsing sheath, rapture rushing through me.

“Gods, what a peach,” he groaned, driving so hard into me.

“Worth the price?” I chirped.

“Yes!”

I came again, spasming on that cock driving into me. I humped against him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. My thighs locked about his waist. I shuddered beneath him. My pussy convulsed on his dick as he churned me up. It was wonderful. Amazing.

Wave after wave of bliss shot through me. I groaned, rubbing the gold coin into his back with one hand the other clawing at his rippling muscles. He was so big. So strong and brawny. The opposite of my husband’s slim, almost effeminate form.

“Keep fucking me,” I howled. “Keep fucking me until you cum! Flood me!”

“Yes,” he grunted, driving harder, my marriage bed creaking, the headboard thumping.

My pussy spasmed so hard on his dick as he rammed into me. The orgasms crashed one after the other as I exhilarated in my naughty behavior. His cock stretched me so wide apart. My toes curled in bliss.

And then, with a mighty grunt, he buried into me. I shuddered as his cum fired into my depths. Hot splashes of jizz flooded me. My eyes rolled back into my head as he pumped load after load into my married cunt.

“Gods, yes!” he grunted, sounding almost animalistic as he rammed his cock one last time into me. So hard the lips of my pussy throbbed.

A wonderful throb.

“What a whorish wife,” he growled. “Pater’s cock!”

“Such a whorish wife,” I sang, my orgasm peaking in me.

And then his body changed, shifted beneath my hands, the cock shrinking in my pussy. Not much. His body grew slimmer, his fair skin darkening to the deepest black. I squeezed my husband lithe, muscular form. He went from ruggedly handsome to breathtakingly gorgeous.

Sometimes I thought he was prettier than me.

“Thank you,” I breathed, smiling at my husband.

“I always love fucking a married woman and cuckolding her husband,” he grinned.

His lips caught mine in a kiss, seasoned with my sweet pussy juices. I shuddered, glad I forgave him for what happened with my mother. He had changed so much since we first met. We both had. We had discovered so much about ourselves. About love.

I was glad Lady Delilah interfered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warlock Faoril – Shilter Strait

There was a…difference. I could see it in the roll of the waves as we neared the end of the Shilter Strait and stared out at the unexplored Vilianth Ocean. The domain of powerful sea serpents, schools of deadly sirens, krakens, and monsters unknown to any scholars. Strange lands were purported to lay beyond, if the map I found could be trusted.

It would be an adventure. Thrak and I would learn so much. We had crates of journals in the holds for us to fill out about our discoveries. A shiver of excitement ran through me as I stared at those deep-blue, verging on black, waves rolling out there.

“See that, boys,” Thyrna called down from the stern deck, wearing her leather pants and ruffled blouse, looking like a pirate queen, her hip cocked to the side. “That’s real adventure. That’s waters no one else has the balls to sail but us. But by Vedr’s queef, we’re going to do it. We’re going to find treasure on the other side beyond our wildest dreams.”

I grinned at her excitement.

Thrak came up behind me, wearing only his kilt, his hair ruffling in the spring wind. It was warm here. We were far south. The stars were different in the sky. There were new constellations to be named and even a strange, milky cloud we could just see, like an island of stars that drifted across the sphere of the heavens.

I shivered in giddy anticipation.

“You ready?” Thrak asked, folding his arms across his scarred chest.

“Not quite,” I said, licking my lips, my hips shaking beneath my red robes. “I need one thing.”

He arched a bone pierced eyebrow.

“Cum,” I grinned.

His laugh boomed across the deck as I fell to my knees before him, my hands going to the ties holding his kilt on. It fell off his body, his thick cock, pierced by the bone ring, hardened beneath my skilled touch.

“Do I need to organize a gangbang?” he asked, staring down at me.

“Maybe,” I said. “But we’ll just start with your cum for now.”

I felt the pirates’ eyes on me and shivered as I licked my lips. I hungered for cum. I may be a Warlock, but I was still a female mage—still a slut for cum.

I loved the creamy texture. It was wonderful no matter the source. I had sampled so many different varieties. And I couldn’t wait for the monsters and beings that lived in the fabled lands across the sea. New cum to explore.

Thrak groaned as I licked the crown of his cock and flicked his bone ring. He shifted as my tongue swirled around the throbbing nub, his precum salty and delicious. The ship rolled as it plowed into the swells of the ocean, plunging into the unknown.

My tongue dove through the slit of Thrak’s cock, making him groan again.

And then I swallowed it. My mouth opened wide, my lips sealed tight. His bone ring rubbed on the roof of my mouth as I bobbed my head. He groaned again, his large, swarthy hands grabbing the sides of my head.

I relaxed as he growled, his hips thrusting, fucking his cock into my mouth, using me. I shuddered, my pussy so hot. My right hand slipped into my robe and found my clit ring. I pulled on it, groaning around his dick as pleasure throbbed from my nub.

That metal ring stimulated my clit every time it touched it. It was so amazing. My pussy clenched, juices flooding out. My tongue danced about his cock plunging over and over into my mouth as I tugged harder on the piercing.

“Yes,” Thrak grunted. “Gewin’s mighty cock, suck it. Suck the cum out of my balls. Such a cum-hungry slut I married.”

I moaned my answer, my left hand gripping his thick thigh for support. I pulled harder on the clit ring, pleasure shooting through me. I twisted it, convulsions racing through my body. My toes curled in my shoes.

Thrak fucked me harder. His cock reached for the back of my throat. He grunted, his scarred chest rippling. His hips drew back until only the crown remained in my mouth. He thrust hard. His cock hit the back of my throat and kept going.

He slammed down my gullet.

My throat burned wonderfully as I sucked air through my nose. Dizzy darkness washed across my vision. I kept tugging and playing with my piercing as my nose pressed into his wiry pubic hair. I smelled his wonderful musk: a mix of sweat and leather and iron. My orc’s wonderful scent.

He drew back his cock and fucked it back down my throat. His balls smacked into my chin, so full of his cum. I moaned so loudly, my orgasm building in the depths of my cunt. It was so hard to breathe, and that made the pleasure in my snatch even more intense.

“Yes,” he snarled. “You’re going to get so much cum!”

I shivered, sucking so hard as he slammed his cock down my throat again and again. The bone ring rubbed on my flesh. I shivered. He was so strong. His fingers tightened in my hair. He snarled out his passion.

His cum flooded into my mouth.

He pulled back his cock, letting it splash along my tongue so I could enjoy the salty flavor. I savored the thick cream, gulping it down as my pussy shuddered. My back arched. My clit exploded as I pulled hard on the piercing.

My orgasm rushed through me.

I swallowed his cum as rapture burned through my body. Dizzy waves washed through me. My vision fuzzed. I savored his cum and the bliss shooting through me. Power reservoirs swelled, energy I could tap to power my magic and protect the ship on our perilous crossing.

Nothing would stop us from reaching the other side, from the discoveries we would make. Nothing.

I stared up at my husband as my orgasm peaked, his red eyes staring down at me, glossy with his pleasure, burning with his love.

Failing the test wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to me. Not even close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chaun – Dragon’s Rest

“Husband,” the blonde, Zeutchian woman said. She shifted her hips. “This is a surprise.” She glanced at my wife standing beside me. I wore the laborers form again.

It was a virile body.

“Wife,” I answered, staring at the lovely and buxom Ingrid. “Aurora is one saucy wench.” I smacked my wife’s ass, pushing her into the laborer’s house, Ingrid blinking in surprise.

“Saucy?” Ingrid frowned as I shut the door behind her. Then I caught the wife, my cock so hard to cuckold the laborer. Hans may not have fucked my wife for real, but there was a part of me that was eager to fuck his wife to get him back anyways.

“Passionate,” Aurora chirped, her hips swaying. She hummed a lusty song, hitting all the notes just right to lull a woman into passion.

Ingrid’s eyes dilated. Her nipples pressed at the front of her dress. Her white aura shone around her, the form I wore dancing in her thoughts. My cock ached to be in her. To fuck her so hard. Her hips began to sway, matching Aurora’s.

My wife caught Ingrid, pressing her slim form against the busty Zeutchian lass. They danced together, my wife humming louder and louder. I stripped off the rough laborers clothing I wore as Aurora kissed Ingrid.

Ingrid didn’t resist. She sighed into the kiss, the lusty song washing around her. My wife’s hands already worked at the bodice of the Zeutchian beauty’s dress. Ingrid’s blue eyes closed as her tongue played with Aurora’s.

The dress slipped off her body, exposing large, pillowy breasts. My dick ached as I stared at those lush pairs cupped in my wife’s soft hands. Ingrid shoved down Aurora’s skirt. It fell off her slim ass, her hips still swaying as she worked the woman to the bed.

I stroked my cock, watching them. Ingrid had a thick, golden bush that brushed my wife’s crotch as they danced. Then they reached the bed, falling on it, disturbing the quilted blanket. Ingrid was on top of my wife, her ass clenching as she ground against Aurora.

“What a sight,” I groaned, bending down and grabbing her ass. They were at the bed’s edge. I knelt on the rush-strewn floor, staring at two pussies grinding together, my wife’s shaved bare, Ingrid’s half-hidden by her burnished straw.

I leaned in, licking from sweet to tangy pussy. The two flavors merged on my tongue as both women shuddered. Aurora still hummed her lusty song. She couldn’t create her own bardic tunes, but she could recreate any she heard me sing, emphasizing the notes just right like she’d spent a decade at the College of Az studying musical theory.

Ingrid broke the kiss as I flicked my tongue at both their clits as they ground together. She let out a lusty, moaning gasp of: “Hans, this is so wild. Oh, Slata’s motherly tits, yes!”

“Your tits are motherly,” Aurora giggled, abandoning her song. It wasn’t needed. Truthfully, it never was. Women could never resist a changeling in their husband’s appearance.

“Oh, just suck on my nipple, you naughty avian.”

I heard my wife’s noisy suckles as I lapped through the women’s pussies. Aurora’s sweet and Ingrid’s tart musks mixed on my tongue as I feasted on them. My nose brushed Ingrid’s wet curls, my dick aching so much to bury into her.

I couldn’t wait. We didn’t have long. The real Hans could return at any time.

I rose and slammed my cock into Ingrid’s pussy. Her back arched, supple and naked, as she moaned, “Husband, yes!”

I shuddered at the deception. My balls ached with a fresh load of cum for her pussy. I pumped in and out, my balls smacking into my wife’s pussy as she suckled. Ingrid squirmed harder, her ass rippling from my strokes.

Then she moaned in disappointment as I yanked my cock out of her pussy and rammed it into my wife’s snug cunt. Aurora hummed her pleasure around Ingrid’s nipple as I pumped away, my crotch smacking into Ingrid’s wet cunt.

“Oh, you naughty man,” Ingrid groaned, looking over her shoulder. “Plowing another woman while my pussy needs your cock.”

“Oh, do you?” I grinned, ripping my cock out and slamming into Ingrid’s marry cunt. “My wife’s just so wanton she needs my big, thick dick in her.”

“So big!” she groaned. “Pater’s cock, but that is a dick the gods must envy.”

“Uh-huh,” Aurora gasped.

“You like it, too.”

“I do,” Aurora groaned.

My dick throbbed in Ingrid’s hot pussy. But my wife needed my attention, too. I ripped my cock out and rammed it into her cunt, the married woman’s juices coating my dick. My wife moaned, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick as I rammed it a few strokes in her.

Then I rammed back into Ingrid’s sweet treasure.

I went back and forth between the two women, savoring the differences between their pussies. Both were wet and silky, but they gripped me in different ways, were tighter in different spots. They both moaned, kissing and grinding on each other as I pumped a few times in each before switching.

“Gods, this is amazing,” I groaned, my hands sliding up and down Ingrid’s side.

“Luben’s sacred oaths, it is,” moaned my wife.

“Uh-huh, keep fucking my pussy and… Hans! I was so close to cumming!”

I rammed into Aurora’s pussy. “You’ll get there. I’ll make you both explode.”

“Yes!” both married women moaned.

I shuddered, sliding back and forth faster and faster. My balls boiled, slapping into their wet flesh. Their mixed musks scented the air with heady delight. I groaned, thrusting harder, faster. Their tunnels were both so amazing.

“Gods, yes!” sang Aurora as her pussy spasmed about my cock. “Oh, Hans, yes! That’s so good! Churn my married cunt.”

“Naughty slut!” Ingrid groaned. “Cumming on my husband’s cock before me.”

I ripped my cock from the heaven of Aurora’s pussy and slammed it into Ingrid’s. She shivered, her pussy writhing about my dick as she joined my wife in orgasmic bliss. I grit my teeth, burying into her, and flooded the married woman’s pussy.

Such a rush shot through me as I cuckolded Hans. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into his wife’s cunt. I shuddered, hoping I bred her. My race could only breed with married women. I grunted, my voice so deep and booming.

“Gods, yes,” Ingrid moaned. “Oh, that was good.”

“Yes,” I grunted, stroking her back as the pleasure buzzed through me.

I wanted to stay, but that wouldn’t do. I couldn’t. If the real Hans came back, things would be awkward. I shuddered, drawing my cock out of her pussy. My cum dribbled out afterward, coating her golden curls.

“Wife, always a delight,” I grunted.

“But you have to go and work,” she pouted at me, still grinding on Aurora. “But I can still play with Aurora.”

“I would love to,” Aurora groaned. “But I have to get back to managing the inn before my husband comes back.”

“Isn’t he right there?” Ingrid asked, rolling off my wife. “That is you, right, Chaun?”

I froze.

My wife’s sapphire eyes widened.

“Mmm, that was fun. I won’t tell my husband. I don’t mind you spilling seed in me. I’ve already quickened my womb.” She stretched her back. “It was hot pretending you were him.”

Aurora giggled again.

I was out of sorts on the walk back to our inn. That had never happened before. Women didn’t know I was taking on their husbands’ appearances unless they already were my lovers. But I had never lived so openly like this. And I never had a wife.

Bringing Aurora along must have given me away.

But it was still hot, even if I didn’t breed Ingrid. And there would be other married women, new immigrants, guests passing through, adventurers seeking glory. I shivered as I walked into the inn. I blinked at the sight of four figures seated at a table, three women and a…

I knew them. Kevin, two priestesses, and a female knight.

Aurora squeaked beside me. “Go get Angela,” I hissed, my heart racing. What was Kevin doing here?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Acolyte Sophia

I held my pregnant belly. Six months along made me quite round. I glared at Kevin and the two Slata whores with him. One of them was pregnant, too, holding her stomach the same way I did, a big smile on her face.

I glared especially hard at her.

“Angela,” Kevin smiled as he rose from the table. He wore traveling clothes, a sword belted at his side.

“Kevin,” my Knight said, folding her arms beneath her breastplate.

“We are not here to cause problems,” Kevin said, his hand resting on the female knight’s shoulder.

“Then why are you?” Angela asked, still wary. The last time we saw Kevin, Angela broke his heart, choosing me over him.

Me!

“People are talking about this place,” Kevin said. “Angela Dragonslayer and her new order of knights. A new temple of Saphique. A place to defend the kingdoms against the shadow of the nagas.”

I kept glaring at him.

“And?” Angela asked.

“Why, Mary and I want to enlist,” Kevin said, glancing down at the woman sitting beside him with such a fond look.

Anger surged through me. He loved Mary now? And the two Slata priestesses? He looked at them with equal affection. They preened for him. And he clearly had knocked one of the sluts up. He abandoned his love for Angela and moved on so fast?

Disgusting!

I gave him the hardest look I could.

“Join up,” Angela frowned.

“We aren’t Knights Deute any longer,” Mary said. “We abandoned our duty when Kevin let you go. We never should have interfered to begin with.”

“You were trying to kill Dominari,” the pregnant slut said. “Your dedication was obvious.”

“You spared us when we were at your mercy,” the other said.

Angela studied Kevin, then the women. “You and the three of them.”

“Yeah,” Kevin nodded. “They…were very comforting.”

Again, the three women looked at him with such fondness. Men were such pigs. Not even six months to forget about Angela! It would have taken me years to get over her. Years! He never really loved her.

“Then you’re welcome at Dragon’s Rest,” Angela said. “More experienced knights are always a boon.”

“They’re priestesses of Slata!” I hissed, unable to hold in my anger. “Their bitch goddess is the reason Lady Delilah is dead.”

“Slata was not…happy with us,” the non-pregnant slut said, her face growing tight. “We are no longer her priestesses.”

“We serve Biaute now,” the pregnant one said. “And since the Goddess of Beauty is sometimes a paramour of Saphique, there should be no problem with us being here.”

“She’s a paramour of every god and goddess,” I muttered.

“Acolyte,” Angela said, her voice tight. “Be polite. Everyone who wants to protect and defend are welcome here. Even if they serve Slata. The Goddess is the jealous bitch, not her servants.”

I flushed. “Yes, my Knight.” I took a deep breath, staring at the women. “Welcome to Dragon’s Rest. I am sure a Temple to Biaute would be welcome.”

Before anyone could answer, an impish, mocking voice said behind me, “Wow, Sophia, you have gotten fat.”

Indignation surged through me. I whirled on the offending person, my mouth open, and…I blinked.

Minx stood beside Xera, a huge grin on her face, her hands cupping her round stomach.

“You’re pregnant!” I gasped instead. “Minx! You and Xera?”

“Me and Xera,” Minx nodded, looking around. “But at least I’m not as fat as you!”

Laughing, I fell to my knees and hugged the halfling.

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Xerathalasia

I left Minx with Sophia, the pair chatting about their pregnancies, and exited the inn. Everything had changed so much in six months. What was once a field was now trampled by human activity. The mound where we buried Dominari was still there, carpeted in flowers. Sophia’s temple grew before it, dozens of brawny men setting stone. I moved past it to where I planted the bulb.

I smiled. She’d sprouted, a pink flower poking out of the ground from a vine. It was open, a small baby in the midst of the petals. I knelt down, brushing the flower. The infant opened her eyes. I heard gurgling coos in my mind.

“You are just beautiful,” I told her in elven. Her flower petals rustled. “Just like your mother.”
She would be happy here, just like my unborn daughter Lynette would be. I could feel it as I told the blossom about her mother. There would be such life here. It would be something special.

I would help Angela, Minx, Sophia, Chaun, and Aurora build something that lasted. Something that mattered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Knight Angela

“I can’t believe Kevin is here,” Sophia said when she walked into our temporary rooms in the inn. Our quarters would be in the temple once it was completed.

“Strip,” I said in a commanding voice. I was already naked, holding ropes in my hand.

“Yes, my Knight,” she gasped, her white robes flying off automatically.

They fell off her body, revealing her breasts, swollen larger by her pregnancy. Her belly button piercing swayed across her round stomach as she moved, her green eyes wide. There was a hint of question in them. She knew she was in trouble, but she didn’t know why.

And, really, she wasn’t in much trouble at all. I just wanted to tie her up and discipline her.

She was so beautiful. Her tits jiggled with firm beauty as she moved, her belly swaying. I loved the curve. Our daughter grew in her. It made my clit throb, aching to transform into a hard, throbbing dick as she walked to her position. In the heavy, wooden rafters above were set rings for running rope through.

They were so much fun.

I moved to her, letting my cock sprout. I shivered as my clit swelled, growing thick and hard, thrusting out before me. It bounced as I walked, the tip throbbing so hard for my acolyte. I stared at her sleek back down to her curving ass, the swell of her belly peeking around her side.

The rough fibers of the robe slid through my hand as I pressed behind her. My cock nudged her ass, the tip sliding between her butt-cheeks. She groaned, shivering as she raised her arms up to be bound, so submissive.

“Do you know why you are being punished, acolyte?” I asked in my commanding voice.

“No, my Knight.”

“You were rude to Kevin and his women. This is a welcoming place, and you kept glaring and being hostile to them.”

She shivered. “I am sorry, my Knight.”

I leaned in, nipping her ear. “You will cry out your sorrow. Twenty lashes.”

She let out a moan, her butt-cheeks clenching on the tip of my cock. My pussy ached as the delight rippled down my shaft. I just wanted to fuck her. But not yet. I wanted her ass glowing red before I enjoyed her.

With practiced skill, I bound her right wrist. I threaded the rope through the first hook and then the second before bringing it down to her left wrist. I tied it about her then I looped a second rope around the length running between the two hooks. I pulled on it, snugging her arms, forcing them over her head. I tied this rope to a third hook. She swayed, on her tiptoes, her breasts and pregnant belly jiggling.

I had to be careful of her belly. No flogging her whole body. What a pity.

She sat there, juices dripping down her thighs as I walked to our wall. Inspired by Captain Thyrna, I’d covered it in my growing collection of paddles, floggers, riding crops, and whips. I grabbed a flogger then changed my mind. I grabbed a riding crop, the stiff leather-wrapped stick would leave delicious welts on her white ass.

Sophia moaned when she saw it.

I walked back to her, my cock and tits bouncing. I was so hard for her. I wanted to fuck her so badly. Maybe it was seeing Kevin. It hurt, just a bit, seeing that he’d moved on. And onto three other women.

But I was also happy for him. We had shared something for a while, loved each other, but we just weren’t right for each other. I thought we were, but life took us in other directions and to new discoveries. And he looked so happy with his three women.

While I was happy with my woman and my cock.

The crop hissed as I swung it.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched at the sound. A red welt rose across both of Sophia’s butt-cheeks. Her scream of pain made me so wet. She loved the agony. And I loved to hurt her, to mark her body, to prove my ownership of the woman I loved.

My acolyte.

CRACK!

I flicked the crop again, painting a second stripe that crisscrossed the first. The puckered welt rose fast. Her ass wiggled as the ropes creaked. I groaned, loving it. I stroked my dick with my free hand, admiring my work, listening to her whimpers.

“I’m so sorry, my Knight,” she groaned.

I rubbed my crop up her thigh, brushing the juices. “I can see that.”

I pulled it back and flicked it across her upper thighs. Not as hard as I landed on her ass, but enough to make her jump, her body shifting forward. She swayed, her hips shaking, that gorgeous belly swaying.

I bred her. Our daughter growing in her belly was such a wonderful gift.

CRACK!

I savored every smack.

CRACK!

Every welt.

CRACK!

Every whimpering cry.

CRACK!

“I’m so sorry,” she moaned, her brown hair swaying, tears falling down her cheeks.

CRACK!

Juices flooding down her thighs.

CRACK!

She loved the pain.

CRACK!

She loved the submission.

CRACK!

She was mine.

CRACK!

Juices dribbled down my own thighs. My cock was so achingly hard as I stared at her welted ass. It would be days before she healed. Days of feeling her punishment every time she sat down. Days of being reminded that she was mine.

CRACK!

Her hips wiggled, pressing back, eager for the crop’s next kiss.

CRACK!

I shivered, my breasts heaving as the passion surged through me. I flicked the crop upward. It hissed between her thighs and smacked wetly on her pussy. She bounced off her feet. She screamed out in pain and pleasure.

Juices gushed down her thighs.

“My Knight!” she howled as pain exploded across her shaved pussy. “I was so bad! So naughty!”

“Yes,” I groaned, watching her cum, her paingasm flowing through her. They were always the strongest.

I had to feel it.

I threw the crop to the ground and grabbed her hips. My cock rammed into her pussy. I groaned as her tight sheath spasmed about my dick. Her heat massaged my cock. I groaned, hugging her, my hands roaming her pregnant belly as she thrashed.

“That’s it,” I panted. “That’s what you get for being bad.”

“So bad,” she moaned, her voice throaty with passion, her pussy spasming so hard on my dick.
I drew back and plunged into her spasming depths. Rapture burned around my cock. Pleasure flooded through my body as her hot silk massaged my shaft. I pumped my hips, pressing my pillowy tits into her back.

My nipples throbbed as I fucked my acolyte so hard. She swayed as I rammed into her, the ropes creaking over our heads. I nuzzled at her neck, my hands caressing her round belly. I slammed over and over into her pregnant pussy as she kept cumming and cumming.

My juices dribbled down my thighs. My pussy clenched every time I buried into her. My dick throbbed in her depths. My flesh slapped into her ass, making her gasp and moan. Pain and pleasure burned in her passion.

“Keep fucking me, my Knight!” she moaned. “Use me! Dump your cum into me!”

“Yes,” I groaned, ramming my dick so hard into her pussy. “I’m going to flood you. You made me so hard. Your ass is so red!”

“Yes!” she howled, bucking harder.

Her stomach shifted beneath my grip as she thrashed. Her pussy spasmed so hard. The pressure built in the depths of my pussy. I shuddered, fucking her as hard as I could, ramming my dick into my slave, my love. Her cunt churned around my dick.

The friction was intense. Her spasming silk so hot. I groaned, my hips pumping out of control, desperate for my orgasm. I kissed at her neck then sucked hard. My teeth nibbled. Another mark on her flesh.

“My Knight!” she howled over and over, lost to the pain and rapture as she kept cumming.

I buried into her depths. It was too much. Her pussy sucked at my cock. My ovaries clenched in the depths of my body. Pleasure exploded out of my cunt. Juices gushed down my thighs as the rapture rushed through me.

And my girl-cum flooded her pregnant pussy.

I held onto her pregnant belly as I pumped my seed into her. I moaned into her neck, loving her so much. The pleasure burned through me. The dual delight of a pussy spasming bliss and a cock pumping ecstasy. The twin rapture reached my mind, swirling through me, leaving me gasping and panting. I slumped against her, shuddering.

“Sophia,” I groaned. “My sweet Sophia. I love you so much.”

“My Knight,” she gasped. “Love you. Love you so much.”

I held my wife, my cock buried in her pussy, sharing our love. This wasn’t the life I ever pictured. But it was the life I had, the life that brought me such fulfillment. From Dragon’s Rest, I would protect the kingdoms of men from any threats.

With my acolyte at my side.

And it was all thanks to her. The Flaming Woman. Tears burned in my eyes.

“Delilah,” I groaned.

“What, my Knight?” Sophia asked, her words slurred. “What about her?”

“I want to name our daughter Delilah.” My hands rubbed her belly. I felt our daughter shift.

“That’s beautiful,” Sophia said, her voice cracking. “Delilah.”

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Epilogue – Two Hundred Years Later, The Freehold of Dragon’s Rest

Knight-Errant Delilah knelt in the shrine. She wasn’t the Lady Delilah, or even the firstborn daughter of the Dragonslayer and her Acolyte. But she was Angela and Sophia’s descendant, and the name Delilah was passed down through the generations. She was young, her red hair falling about her shoulders, brushing the pauldrons of her armor, her green eyes staring up at the sword clutched in the statues hand. The Flaming Woman stood proud in her armor, holding the sword thrust point first at the shrines floor.

Delilah could feel the power of the Dragonslayer’s sword. The adamantium blade had a silvery shimmer about it, the gold handle burnished. No hand, save stone, had touched it in nearly two hundred years.

Like every Knight Dragoon before her, she prayed before the sword on the eve of embarking on her Quest, her own acolyte of Saphique awaiting her at the temple. Delilah’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at the two statues flanking the sword and it’s protector: the Dragonslayer looking so strong and proud, and her Acolyte looking so submissive and beautiful.

“Be with me,” Delilah prayed to her ancestors, hoping they watched her from the Astral Realm. Their bodies rested beneath her feet, Angela and Sophia together always.

Six other statues ran down the length of the room. Their companions. Thrak and Faoril, Chaun and Aurora, Xerathalasia and Marianne. Together, they accomplished something amazing. They killed the last dragon and saved the world, losing only the valiant Lady Delilah in the savage fight.

I hope I do even a fraction of what they did, Delilah thought, her eyes turning back to the sword.

“Do you think you’re going to wield it?” a chortling voice asked.

Delilah jumped, half rising and turning to see a halfling perched on one of the pews. The knight-errant’s eyes widened. “Marianne?”

“Do you think you’re the chosen one?” the halfling asked, jumping to the next pew, perching on it with graceful dexterity. Of the nine, only she and her elf-wife still lived. “Faoril’s spell is mighty powerful. Might lose a hand if you’re not certain.”

Delilah glanced at the sword clutched in her namesake’s hand. “No, I don’t think I am. My Quest isn’t that perilous.”

“You never know,” Marianne shrugged, her metallic-red hair swaying. She had the same minx-like grin from the bardic songs. “Maybe you have your ancestor’s fire. You look like her.” The smile turned sad. “You look like them both.”

“What were they like?” Delilah asked, eagerness surging through her. She should be praying, but Marianne and her wife, Xerathalasia, did not often appear in public any longer. Their children tended the Living Garden, elves with the stature of children and the beauty of goddesses.

“Chaun could tell you better,” Marianne said, leaping from the pews and landing beside Delilah. She crouched, her breasts jiggling in the cloth band that contained them. “Though that epic he composed is only half right. Poetic license, he called it. Left out all the bad stuff. No mention at all of how boring it was crossing Vyman Plain.”

“Please, tell me,” Delilah smiled.

Marianne shrugged. “Why not. I’m sooooo bored.”

It was such a strange thing to hear from one of the nine heroes. But Delilah listened eagerly as the halfling launched into her tale. The knight-errant drank it in, inspired by the story of her ancestors and their friends.

Maybe I’ll fall in love with my acolyte, thought Delilah. She is cute.

Her clit ached beneath her chainmail loincloth, wanting to throb into a girl-cock, proof that she was Angela Dragonslayer’s descendant. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she would be the one to draw the sword.

Or maybe it would be another.

Either way, Knight-Errant Delilah knew she would protect and defend with her own acolyte at her side.

The END of the Knight and the Acolyte

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I am Julie, I am blessed with a high sex drive. My man Charles and I are in our early forties, we are both bisexual and we enjoy an open relationship with an extra man or woman on a regular basis.

We have recently enjoyed a range of sexual experiences including, two men for me while my man watched, we both blew a drop dead gorgeous trannie while the other watched. And on both those occasions Lu Xi sexually pleased both of us in the honeymoon suite of her hotel.

“You and your man are a very exciting couple and very uninhibited,” Lu Xi tells me over coffee a few weeks later. “Is there any special sexual pleasure I could arrange for you and your man Julie? Any special combination?”

“I would love to be sexually pleasured by two women while my man watches, even better if he masturbated while he watched. A favourite fantasy of mine is being pleasured by two lipstick lesbians, both younger than me, perhaps one barely twenty, a blond baby doll.

“Lu Xi has arranged two lipstick lesbians, both younger than me, for my pleasure next Sunday. I want you to watch and enjoy, my pleasure is your pleasure. And I want you to masturbate for me, are you fine with that honey?” I asked my man Charles a few days later after Lu Xi confirmed she had arranged just what I wanted.

“Tell me again what you are going to do on Sunday, again in detail, you know that will be a huge turn on for me, huge,” he moaned over and over as he fucked me long and hard. And I loved his turn on.

On the Sunday afternoon we are in Lu Xi’s five-star hotel again, this time a huge lavish room we had not seen previously with soft lighting, seductive night jazz music and mirrors on all the walls and the ceiling.

“What are the rules today honey?,” my man Charles asks as we shower together an hour before my lipstick lesbians are due.

“This is all about my sexual pleasure, I want to be pleasured by, as well as pleasure two lipstick lesbians while you watch and enjoy. I will be disappointed if you don’t masturbate for me while you watch honey,” I tell him as we tease each other’s naked bodies with our lips and fingertips. “When they arrive I want you to let them in before I make an entrance. What should I wear for them?,” I ask.

“Something very feminine, you always look sensational in heels, stockings and a garter belt, nothing else under a coat as you make your entrance,” he tells me as I watch him put on a jock strap.

“Can I wear this for your guests?,” he asks as I ogle his body while I enjoy watching him put it on.

Charles is in his element as he lets our guests in wearing just his jock strap as he flaunts his naked ass for the two women, who I decide are bisexual the way they ogle his almost naked body. They all make strained small talk as I bide my time to make my entrance.

Gloria is a tallish brunette with wonderful long legs, Ria is a sultry looking Asian woman and as I soon learnt, a fantastic pair of tits.

I am the center of attention for three people as I walk into the room. I feel very sexy and extremely horny as I confidently walk in and flash my coat open with my legs wide apart for two younger women and my man. All I am wearing are heels, stockings and a garter belt, nothing else under a light, thigh length coat as Gloria and Ria size up my body. Determined to play the moment I turn my back on the two women as Charles helps me remove my coat. My voluptuous ass does look good I muse as I admire it in the mirrors.

“Lu Xi speaks highly of you and your man Julie,” Gloria tells me as we size each other up. “She also told us you have a magnificent ass, she was absolutely correct,” Gloria enthuses as she has her hands all over it.

“Undress us while your man watches,” Gloria tells me as she moves my hand to the zip on the back of her short black dress. Slim figure and even better long legs than I first imagined.

Ria is wearing a similar dress and is also naked when she steps out of it. “Do you like my tits Julie?,” she asks as she as teases her nipples with a fingertip.

“Yes, magnificent. Thirty-six C?”,

“Today, we want to sexually pleasure you Julie, you are given permission to simply enjoy and surrender to both of us. How far would you like us to stretch the boundaries?,” Ria asks with a wicked smile.

“As far as you wish, I want to be sexually pleasured by two females as never before with my man watching. My sexual pleasure is his pleasure.”

Sexual bliss as I am standing, legs apart, with Ria behind me and kissing me as Gloria is teasing me with small kisses from my neck down to my pelvic area.

Then Ria is licking and sucking my nipples while Gloria is licking my cunt lips with her hands on my ass. I love having my cunt licked while standing, even better by a talented female with my man watching and edging his very erect cock.

“I am going to start slowly Julia,” Gloria whispers as she gently parts my outer labia and licks up from my vaginal entrance to my clitoris. Then she licks up and down my labia. She is obviously very experienced as she is focused on my clit and licking around it in a circular motion. She is varying the pressure, then she inserts a finger in my cunt adding an extra frisson for me. I love it.

Then some teasing with sensual kissing up and down my inner thighs. I want her to find my clitoris and pleasure it. My clitoris is super sensitive with lots of nerve endings, it’s the source of my orgasms. My man can make me convulse with pleasure like a demon is being exorcised out of me, especially when he uses his fingers to rub my clit with his face between my thighs.

Gloria commences by licking all around my clitoris, licking it up, down, and all around, focused on the pressure of her tongue on my clitoris. I love the way she starts off lightly and builds up pressure and speed as my body responds. She plays with the shape of her tongue on my clitoris and mixes it up. A broad flat tongue, then a more pointy tip. She really is very good.

New levels of sexual pleasure when she places her index finger and thumb either side of my clit to raise and steady it, then instead of licking up and down my vulva, she went from side to side, licking straight across my clitoral hood, stimulating a wider area of my clit than ever before.

An extra turn on for me when Gloria asks, “Do you like what I am doing to you Julie? Do you prefer it slow or hard, or in circles, or up and down?,” as she runs her fingers down my thighs, as Ria grabs my hips, and licks my tits.

“Is that okay?,” she asks as she slowly inserts a finger into my vagina and waits for my response, moving it in and out slowly to start with, curling her finger up towards my stomach to hit my G-spot, massaging it gently, as she asks, “Harder and faster?”

“Anything special you would like Julie?,” Ria asks

I am laying flat on my back with Gloria’s arms wrapped around my thighs as I enjoy her delicately teasing my cunt lips with her tongue. Ria is laying along side her as she alternates between tongue kissing me and licking my nipples.

At the same time I am enjoying an extra turn on as I watch my man teasing and edging his throbbing erection with just a fingertip. He is still wearing his tiny jock strap though he has dragged it down just enough to release his cock and balls.

“Room service, may I enter,” I can hear a muffled a male voice calling.

Then as he enters with a drinks trolley I hear him saying, “I am Jamie, is there anything I can do for you? Something special perhaps?,’’ as he briefly looks at three naked women before turning his full attention to my man Charles who quickly slides his jock strap up to try and cover his erection.

“Before we started we asked how far would you like us to stretch the boundaries Julie? You told you as far as you wish with your man watching, his pleasure is my pleasure,” Ria teases as I look closely at Jamie. Late twenties, a pretty blond toyboy with a good body as he ogles Charles almost naked body and runs his hands over his chest as he asks again with a knowing smile, “Is there anything I can do for you? Something special perhaps?,” as Charles looks to me for my tacit approval.

“Yes, Lu Xi has obviously set this up. Get naked for me and the three women.”

As he slowly undresses Jamie keeps eye contact with my man and me in turn, as Gloria and Ria watch.

He really has a good taut, athletic body and a very impressive cock which is already erect as I watch my man mentally compare it against his.

“Now undo the clip of my jock strap for me,” Charles tells him as Jamie ogles his naked ass.

“Lu Xi told me you were hung, she was correct,” Jamie smirks as Charles lets his jock strap fall to the floor and poses with his hands on his hips.

“Something special like this perhaps while your lady and her two friends watch? I want her to watch me blow you while she has two women,” Jamie smirks as he kneels in front of my man and licks his nipples, then his balls, then his rock hard erection before he commences sucking it with a hand wrapped around his balls.

Stretching the boundaries has a new meaning for me as two women are pleasuring me while I watch a blond toyboy blowing my man. And I like it very much.

“I have never had two women pleasuring me while watching another man blowing my man,” I whisper to Gloria and Ria as I sit on a chair close enough to the two men to touch them.

“We want to watch Jamie blowing your man, he is very good,” Gloria tells me as they both stand behind me. Gloria is running a finger along my very wet cunt lips while Ria is kissing my neck and teasing my nipples.

Both of the men are glancing at us as Charles moans, “I have always wanted this honey, watching two women pleasuring you while a toyboy blows me. So good, so fucking good,” he is moaning as we watch Jamie licking, swirling, spiraling, and blowing on his throbbing erection.

‘Look at what Jamie is doing to my cock, he is a pleasure machine. Nearly there, cum with me honey, now, right now, now,” he is almost screaming as he shoots a huge load.

“Lu Xi told me you are a squirter Julie. Can I masturbate while I watch you squirt?,” Jamie asks as he commences masturbating.

“Lu Xi also told us you are a squirter Julie, do it for us,” Ria tells me with a huge smile. “What can we do to get you there?”

“I want sexual pleasure from three people, lick my nipples Ria while Gloria licks my cunt, as my man licks and kisses my ass while I watch Jamie masturbate.

“Now Jamie, take me over the edge, show us how you masturbate, I love watching a hung man masturbate. I want a huge orgasm as I squirt for you, I am hanging out for it, really hanging out for it,” I tell him as I stand and have two women and a man pleasuring my naked body.

Two hung naked men and two naked women is wonderful eye candy as Jamie holds my gaze, the veins in his cock are bulging as he strokes his erection. I am right on the edge, so close, so close, as Jamie places one of my hands on his erection, then slides it along the his full length as I wrap my hand around it.

I can see and feel his erection twitching as he is breathing very heavily. I want to orgasm, a huge one, and squirt at the same time he blows. I want to do it and enjoy it immensely with four people watching, two males and two females.

Then sexual relief for both of us as our bodies tremble, we are both groaning noisily, as we orgasm, then my ultimate sexual satisfaction as I squirt like never before with an audience of four people.

“Did you realize Jamie is my partner? Perhaps just us three soon?,” Ria whispered as we departed.

“Perhaps,” I smiled full of anticipation at thought of a twenty year younger bi-sex woman and her hung bi-sex man pleasuring me.

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Teen TV stars slut it out in and Elavator

The entire week of the joint iCarly/Victorious episode was the most intense time of Miranda’s life. Miranda, had never had more fun doing a taping. Victoria brought such positive energy and professionalism to the set, Miranda felt swept away by the whole experience. To top it off Victoria had arranged for a party in an exclusive club for the cast members of both shows. The theme of the party was “Hot Shorts, and Hawaiian Shirts” which raised the temperature in the room by about sixty degrees.

Miranda dressed a tad conservative with a floral shirt tied off to show of her midriff and kaki Capri’s that hugged her hips and ass. Victoria on the other hand was taking a walk on the hot side, she was wearing a skimpy bikini top with images of coconuts over her firm breasts, and her shorts were so short that the bottom half of her ass was visible below them and they were so tight that everyone in the room was aware that she wasn’t wearing panties since her cunt line was clearly visible the crotch of the shorts.

Victoria did everything right, she booked the tightest DJ in LA and the crotch buzzing music never stopped all night long. It was the best party Miranda had ever been to. Her heart was beating more quickly, she saw Victoria approach. Victoria swung her arms around Miranda’s neck, and said loudly, “You Randa are the hottest bitch in this room,” then she gave Miranda a sloppy kiss on the mouth.

Miranda could tell that Victoria was kind of drunk, but she gave her a one thousand watt smile. She loved that Victoria had a pet name for her.

“Vic I have a call to the set at 8 tomorrow morning, I should really go.”

Victoria took her hand, “You listen to me hot little Randa, you aren’t going anywhere until you dance with me!”

Miranda shrugged her shoulders and took Victoria’s hand as she lead her into the throng of dancers in the middle of the big club. The mix was tight and both of them were into it immediately. Still holding hands Victoria pulled Miranda in closer, she put her hands on her hips as began thrusting her crotch in rhythm to the music. Miranda glanced down and felt her pussy tingle at the sight of the crotch of Victoria’s short shorts outlining her slit as her friend began rubbing a finger up and down over her pussy lips. Then suddenly Victoria swirled around and began grinding her perfect little ass into the crotch of her friend’s shorts. Miranda groaned and grabbed Victoria’s hips to steady herself. The friction of Victoria’s ass on her pussy was amazing but she was embarrassed as well. Yes she wanted to make love to Victoria, but not in front of everyone. She turned away from Victoria and headed for the elevator to leave.

Miranda was surprised to discover she was actually crying, without really knowing why. Finally the elevator opened and she went inside, a hand slammed against the door. Victoria stepped in the elevator and the door closed. Miranda brought a hand up to shield her face not to show Victoria the tears.

“What, what is it Randa babe?” Victoria said in an almost whisper. Victoria gently took the hand from Miranda’s face and saw the tears, which were now running down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry Vic, I’m not a party girl, I just can’t do that in public. If you only knew how I feel…about…you,” there were more tears.

Victoria took a key from the back pocket of her shorts, put it into the panel of the elevator and turned it. The car stopped suddenly.

Victoria turned and took Miranda’s face in her hands, “Oh sweet Randa babe I am so, so, so, sorry. The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you. It’s just that this week, being close to you, seeing how beautiful you really are and how I came to want you, to want to be with you, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I guess I was so nervous I drank too much and…oh babe…”

Victoria leaned forward and kissed the tears from her friends face. Miranda closed her eyes and sighed as Victoria kissed her nose her eyelids and finally pressed her soft full lips on her mouth. Miranda, sighed as her mouth opened and flicked her tongue to meet Victoria’s. The feel of their two tongues sliding together pressing together was divine they both moaned, as Victoria’s fingers unzipped Miranda’s shorts and put her hand inside, rubbing her soft wet pussy lips through the white satin thong.

They broke of the kiss and looked each other directly in the eyes. “You do me Randa, I need your fingers inside me babe. “

Writhing from the pleasure of Victoria’s fingers, which were inside the thong and were tracking circles over her clit. “Oh fuck Vic, that feels so good,” she moaned as she managed to unbutton and unzip the skin tight shorts and thrust her down cupping Victoria’s dripping cunt with her the palm of her hand. She used the heal of her hand to grind hard on Victoria’s clit then she curled two of her long slender fingers and twisted them slowly into her friend’s tight cunt.

“Oh that is so fucking good Randa, yeah, fuck me like that, oh fuck I’ve wanted this all week.” In turn Victoria brought two of her fingers to the entrance of Miranda’s pussy then slipped them deep inside her in one fluid motion.

The two leaned into a passionate spit swapping kiss, as they finger fucked each other. Sloppy cunt sounds filled the elevator along with the hisses and moans of the two lovers. Victoria nibbled a Miranda’s sensuous lower lip and Mirada gave out a cry while speeding her fingers in and out of Victoria’s sweet wet cunt.

“Oh Randa, lover, I need to taste you baby, I need to feel your slick clit under my tongue, get undressed and lay on your back , thank god this elevator has a carpet.”

Within seconds the two petite stars were naked and Miranda laid down her Capri’s and shirt, she stretched out her slim body spreading her legs to show Victoria her shaved pussy. Miranda looked up at Victoria’s hot body.
“Oh fuck Vic I want to eat your pussy so bad, give it to me please, “she pleaded.
Victoria smiled down on her new fuck buddy, as she straddled Miranda’s sweet face. She bucked her hips in sensual dance as she squatted over Miranda’s face. Victoria reached down and with her fingers parted her slick pussy lips showing her the pink walls of her cunt hole.
“Is this where you want to put your tongue Randa babe, right here in my tight little cunt? You wanna taste Victoria’s sweet pussy juice?”
“Oh fuck yes,” whimpered Miranda, as she reached for her friends hips to pull her pussy down.
“Randa, you are so fucking gorgeous when you are desperate for pussy,” Victoria said with a lustful grin.

She didn’t keep her friend waiting she placed her knees on either side of Miranda’s body and pressed her cunt to her friends large hot mouth. The feeling was one of ecstasy ass Miranda’s fingers parted the wet lips and plunged her long firm tongue deep into Victoria’s cunt. Victoria hissed in wonderment at the dexterity of her friends tongue as it curled and jabbed deeper into her hole then jumped out and flashed up and down her slit running circles around her engorged, fleshy clit.

Victoria was spurred on to lean forward between Miranda’s long lovely legs and slowly dig her tongue into her pink pussy hole, the taste of the sweet, tangy juices gathering on her tongue was incredible, Victoria couldn’t get enough of it slicing her tongue deeper and deeper into Miranda’s pussy to gather the nectar, then kissing her way up her friends cunt lips and sucking her sweet Randa’s clit hard against her hard white teeth.

The two were rocking back and forth on the floor lost in a trance of lust as their mouths danced jazz and hip hop in and out of their cunts, lavishing their clits with riffs and solos each of them had never thought possible.

Victoria’s mouth made loud popping sounds as she plucked Miranda’s clit into her mouth and then blew it out, sending her friend into bouts of ecstasy each time. Miranda retaliated by taking Victoria’s slick love button between her long false nails and pulling and scratching at it like a cat in heat. Both girls knew that they were getting so close to having the greatest climaxes of their lives.

“I want to see your face,” Miranda cried from the lower position, I want to see your face when I cum.”

Victoria instinctively knew what her friend was saying. She achingly lifted her pussy from her friends’ lavish attentions and sat back on her bum.”

“Alright randy Randa, bring it on, cunt to cunt, I am dying to see your cum face too.”

In the centre of the elevator the two beauties, glistening with the sweat of their love making , interlocked their legs so their shaved pussies were together.”

The two kissed passionately, gasping for air grapping at each other’s breasts, mercilessly pinching and twisting nipples until the pain was almost unbearable. They took turns licking and sucking aching nipples in anticipation of what was about to happen, each feeling the heat of the others cunt only an inch apart.

Finally Victoria could stand it no more, she shifted her hips forward slamming her sloppy cunt lips into Miranda’s gaping slit. Miranda grabbed her friends soft thigh for leverage to meet the nest thrust with a surge of her own.

“Look at me,” Miranda screamed at Victoria, “I am the hottest bitch at this party, fuck I’m th hottest bitch you have ever seen, am I right!”

“Oh fuck, Randa, there is no one, just you baby, your hot cunt on mine baby is the most amazing thing I have ever felt.”

Victoria was now the one shocked by the tears that came unbidden rolling from her eyes like salty promises she never kept until this very moment. Victoria looked into Miranda’s eyes with a look of unadulterated love, and Miranda’s eyes smiled back at her reflecting the same love. Suddenly Victoria’s engorged clit shuddered and her cunt exploded sending a fine spray of hot creamy flooding into the folds of Miranda’s grinding cunt.

Miranda’s mouth opened on a silent scream as her cunt lips convulsed, her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and she came as never before, squirting a river of thick girl cum all over Victoria’s highs and cunt. The two clutched at each other as their bodies lost, writhing with a pleasure the girls never imagined possible on earth. Miranda griped her friends face in her hands and kissed her, and seeing the tears licked each one up with the tip of her curling tongue. As she did Miranda slammed her dripping cunt against Victoria’s for three then four final strokes, bringing them off again cum sluicing from their cunts in waves as they moaned lowly, no longer able to imagine that this was something as insignificant as love, or that the building or even the city of angels remained standing.

Finally spent, the two fell into each other’s arms, their lips barely able to form a kiss, but kiss they did.

How long did they been lay there, mewing wordless love songs to each other, both unaware that they had the same thought at the same time. For at that moment each had come to a new understanding of exactly why the French insisted that the lovemaking of true lovers be given a name, “a little death”.

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My first lesbian experience with a woman in college. Lisa takes a large strap-on and ravages her sorority sister pussy

I am a member of one of the top sororities at a college in San Diego CA. I had an awesome sexual experience that I needed to put on paper.

I have a roommate who is absolutely beautiful with a perfect body. She pretty much gets any guy she wants. We know a lot of fraternity guys and through the sorority grapevine get to know a lot of details about them like who is good in bed, who is terrible and other stuff.

One night we were sharing details with other girls in the sorority house when a girl said she had some details on a guy we all know and think was is very cute and nice.
He had a great reputation as not being a love em and leave em kind of guy. He also does not appear to be a big trash talker who will try to spread rumors after he has sex with a girl. Some guys will talk about a girl for months after he has sex with her. There are so many guys in the fraternities that just want sex and nothing more. Sometimes that is all I want, but it is nice to think that sex with a guy at least has the possibility of being more.

Shaun is nice and a total hottie. I had not heard many details about him because he does not sleep around much, or maybe just because he does not talk shit about girls after. We all knew that a little sister named Ann had been getting on him but she was not talking much. And now we know why. She wanted him all to herself. She finally let the cat out of the bag and said that he has a huge cock. His penis is supposed to be very very thick and long, not too long so as to rearrange your intestines, but described as the perfect length. It was supposed to be between the thickness of a beer bottle and a Soda Can. And he is awesome in the sack.

That night back in our room Lisa and I started talking about how we both had dated many guys with nice and mostly average sized cocks. Lisa said she had been fantasizing about having sex with a guy with a very large cock. In bed with the lights out we shared a few stories of our bigger penis experiences. I was getting turned on by hearing about Lisa getting fucked by these big members and I started to rub myself under the sheets.

Lisa said “ Have you ever wanted to have sex with a guy with a monster cock”

I giggled and said “ Oh yeah! that sounds hot” I didn’t tell Lisa that was a secret fantasy of mine

Lisa noticed that my voice was shaking “ Are you ok Cindy?”

I tried to regain my composure after rubbing my clit. “Um oh yeah I am just a little tired and hot after hearing your stories”

“ I am going to flirt with Shaun next time I see him and hope he takes an interest” Lisa said smoothly

“ Lisa you are such a naughty little girl “ I joked. While thinking maybe I would try him on for size also.

“ Yeah I really want to feel his monster “ we both laughed really hard.

We both settled in for bed. Then I really started to fantasize about Shaun and me together. I was thinking how hot it would be to have my hand on that huge penis as I guided it into my hot dripping wetness and feeling stretched as he entered me. I reached down for my nub. I really needed some sex. I had not been with a guy for months and was really feeling horny.

I guess I must have been making some noise as I was in my little fantasy world because I opened my eyes to see Lisa in the moonlight standing next to my bed. I could see through her tank top nightie and see the outline of her perfect large breasts.

“I heard you moaning Cindy and you are making me hot” Lisa whispered as she sat on the edge of my bed. I had heard rumors about Lisa, that she had some trysts with girls but hell it seems like most girls have experiences with other women in college . Sex with girls is trendy in college today. It seems almost common. I must admit when we were picking roommies I thought I might as well room with a hottie like Lisa. I would rather look at a beautiful girl with a great bod rather than any other kind of girl. I was secretly hoping the rumors I heard were true.

“Oh shit Lisa I am sorry .. its just that I am so horny “ I stammered “ and all this talk about Shawn and his monster dong got me so hot”

“ Me too sweetie “ purred Lisa as she reached her hand toward my breast. Mine are not as big and perfect as Lisas but I sure do get lots of looks from both guys and girls when I wear revealing tops.

Lisa seemed so confident just like she always is, as she found my erect nipple poking up from under my nighty, she began to rub it between her thumb and forefinger.

“Does that fell good” I felt a surge of energy in my wet pussy.

“Oh fuck yes Lisa” I moaned as I reached up to feel Lisa breast through her nightie. My stomach was so full of butterflies. My trembling hand grasped at her large breast. I could not get my hand around it but I sure did get a handful.

With this Lisa knew I was ready. I could see her beautiful face lean toward me as she moved in to kiss me. I did not think I could feel anymore excited than I already did but as soon as her lips reached mine I felt a jolt of excitement shoot from my tummy to my sopping pussy.

After a long hot passionate kiss Lisa reached under the covers and I thought I was finally going to get some much needed penetration into my wetness. But instead she grabbed my nighty and pulled it up over my breasts. She then took a nipple into her mouth and ravaged my fully erect nipple with her toungue and lips.

“ Oh my god Lisa I am so turned on….I think I am going to cum” I could not hold back. I was already so hot from my own fantasy about Shawns large cock and then to have Lisa doing this to me was too much. I had to come right now. I reached down to my clit and rubbed it a few times. Lisa knew what I was doing. She pushed my hand aside and slid her long fingers into my tight little pussy while rubbing my clit with her thumb. That brought on my first huge orgasm of many to come. “ Uhhhhh…ohhhh Fuuuccckk” my voice shook with the tremor of my orgasm.
“ Oh Cindy that is so fucking hot” Lisa pulled her fingers away from my moist opening and removed her top. I managed to fumble and get my top off also with a little help from Lisa. Good thing she helped because I was in another world from the huge orgasm I just had. Lisa then stood to remove her panties, I could see her naked form in the moonlight. I was so excited to think that I was going to be able to explore Lisas naked body I could not wait to return the favor. Lisa climbed on top of me. I spread my legs to let her on. Her huge breast came down slowly onto mine as she kissed me. I reached up to massage those beautiful tits.

“ Cindy you are so sexy” Lisa cooed “ I have wanted this for a long time “ I was still so excited I could not believe that I could or would be turned on so much by the touch of another woman and feeling her body and breasts upon mine.

Lisa paused from kissing me for a moment and looked at me “Lisa please make me cum again” I moaned.

“Have you ever been with another girl before?”
“No “ I responded I could barely get any words out because I was feeling this strange combination of nervousness and total excitement.

“Well if you thought Shawns big cock would feel good, You might be surprised how good a woman can make you feel” Lisa whispered confidently into my ear. As she said this she was grinding her pelvis against my wet pussy. It was a familiar and unusual feeling all at the same time. I had felt this before but there was always a penis attached. I liked her grinding more.

I was rubbing her perfect ass as she nibbled on my ears and neck. Lisa then moved to my nipples again. I managed to rub the sides of her breasts as she worked on mine.

Lisa slowly turned around and kind or rolled onto side. We were now in a semi 69 position. I had never seen a woman from this angle before. One of Lisa breasts was resting on the bed and the other was
formed around my hip as she moved in to lick me.

For the first time I could smell her pussy. It was very near my face, shaved bald, smooth and glistening in the night light. The smell was intoxicating.

‘Oh my god’ I thought I had never been eaten like this before. My head was spinning. I felt so good and so nasty at the same time. I was so excited I was up for anything. I was rolling my head from side to side with my eyes closesd the feeling was absolutely wicked. I rolled to the right and suddenly my face was practically in Lisa dripping crotch. She must have moved her hips closer to me because my face was practically in her. I opened my eyes and it was beautiful. Lisa moaned with me as I licked her an had my first taste of another woman.

I don’t know how she did it but we were in a sixty-nine and I was enjoying my first tast of a woman and I really liked it. Lisa must have been pretty hot because she was really responding to my inexperienced tongue. I was really just mirroring what she was doing to me. We were both moaning and I was almost ready to explode again. Lisa was right, I was surprised that she could eat me so well. Only a woman know a womans body.
She found all the spots my boyfriends did not know about. I came again, hard.

I knew Lisa was really liking what I was doing but after my juices rushed out onto her face there was no doubt that I came again. Lisa stopped and got up on one elbow.

“ Cindy, sweetie, I have a wonderful surprise for you”

“Lis tonight with you has been one of the best surprises of my life… you are so beautiful “ I couldn’t believe I had the nerve to say that.

Lisa disappeared into the closet. She turned the light on and I could clearly see her naked body. I could not really believe that we had just been together and it felt so right, so exciting.

She found what she was looking for and turned the light off in the closet. My eyes were still adjusting to the moonlight when I realized what Lisa was up to. She had this huge monster penis that was attached to her body with straps she was on me before I knew what was happening. I could see her little hand guiding that thing to my very wet opening. I was as wet as I had ever been if not more. That thing was fucking huge.

“You are really really going to like this” she said as I could feel the tip attempting to enter me.
“OH my GOD” I gasped as the top had barely slid into me. It was so unbelievably thick. I had to reach down to understand how big it was. I could not wrap my hand around it. It seemed to be as thick a a beer bottle. The butterflies were back in my tummy and I was shaking as Lisa slowly penetrated me with her cock.

“You look so sexy, you are so stretched” Lisa growled as she pushed further into my little pussy.

“Stop” I protested It felt so fucking good and it hurt at the same time.

“God it feels unfucking believealbe” I groaned “ Let me get used to it”

“sweetie you can’t really get used to it” Lisa declared knowingly “just take it” She insisted as she pushed the cock further into me.

Lisa then carefully began to withdraw her monster. I was even more turned on. I was so hot and turned on it felt like I was on some kind of drug. I never felt close to being this hot with lust in my life.

Lisa began to work it back and forth and I was letting out a kind of gutteral groan. I looked down and could not comprehend that it was only halfway into me. It was already stretching my pussy like never before and reaching depths never before touched by any guy.

One of my hands was grasping at the sheets to keep me in place on the bed as an anchor to Lisas slow thrusts. I reached the other up to Lisa, she leaned in, and I pulled her onto me. I began to kiss her wildly. I felt another orgasms come out of the depths of my womanhood like a freight train.

The feeling was overwhelming being stretched like this, while her large breasts were bullying my much smaller breasts under the weigh of hers. I shook as yet another awesome orgasm pulsated through my body. A new wave of my wetness came through my pussy. Not like it needed anymore and Lisa sensed this as she pushed up off me to feed me more of her cock.

I did not think she would get much more than half in but I could see that now she was up to ¾ of the way in. So this is what Shaun would feel like I wondered in my mind which was still spinning under the force of what Lisa was doing to me.

I half thought, ‘that poor Lisa was all the giver and not getting much from me’ but I could tell as I watched her glide in and out of me that she really seemed to like fucking me. Her large breasts were swaying freely in all directions as she worked on me. What an amazing sight. I had never come this many times in my life from having sex and another was on the way. We were both sweating and the sheets under my hips were very wet from all my juices and the sweat from both of us.

Lisa sensed I was ready to come again from my short rapid breaths and she really began to thrust faster. My head was spinning and I felt numb and tingly I just went limp as the last orgasm ripped through my body. Lisa sensed it would be a good time to stop since we had been at it for over an hour. In my daze I could see Lisa standing next to me on the bed removing that monster. I could not believe that was inside me. Lisa leaned in and gave me a peck and said “nighty night”. Like that she was gone to her bed.

I could not speak I just smiled and went to sleep.

I slept like a rock. When I woke up I would have contemplated whether it was all a dream or not if it were not for the massive wet spot on my bed and the soreness between my legs. I looked over and Lisa had already slipped out to class.

Being the shy type like I am I wondered what it would be like when I saw Lisa again later in the day. I knew I did not need to worry too much as Lisa is so confident and comfortable she will be able to make both of us feel at ease about one of the most awesome experiences in my life. You can be sure Lisa wanted some help in return. I may write those stories in the future.

I have another story about Shaun. I’ll have to tell that one later.

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A mother discovers her daughter is kinkier than she thought

This is another Deirdre tribute from 1994. Enjoy!

Voicemail
by Virtual Scott

I was in my daughter Mimi’s room balancing the phone handset on one shoulder and trying to paw through the stack of college admissions paperwork. I’d gotten a busy signal again. I cursed the guidance counselors under my breath as I almost dropped the entire file on the floor. My finger, which had been headed for the “redial” button on Mimi’s fancy phone, jerked and hit the last, unlabeled, speed dial setting instead.

I realized my mistake when instead of hearing Mr. Walkerson answer, a sultry voice purred, “Slut! I command you-” I started flailing for the switchhook but before I could reach it the voice was interrupted by a beep and several more tones — the speed dial sequence was still running! A new voice, of the type beloved by phone companies, mechanically announced, “You have — one — new message. Touch ‘7’ to hear the next unplayed message.”

The temptation to just hang up was great, but I wanted to find out what Mimi was up to. She’d always seemed so normal and well-behaved. I had to know more. After sitting down, I punched the button and listened as my illusions were shattered.

“It’s Tammy. Oh God, Mistress, I want to cum so bad,” cooed this young-sounding girl — I could hear the capitalization of ‘Mistress’ in her tone — “just thinking about you! You shouldn’t have whipped me so hard, I’m scared my mom will notice and I can hardly sit down, but it feels so good!” She sounded breathless, and I was getting that way quickly myself, although not from arousal! “I haven’t brushed since so I can keep the taste of you in my mouth, but oh I want to be with you again so much! Please, I’ll be your slave whenever you want. Call me soon! Bye!”

Mindlessly I followed the machine’s instructions to discard the message and exit the voicemail system, then hung up. The previously-important paperwork sat unnoticed on my lap while I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of my problem. What had happened to my little girl, the high school honors student and Sunday school star? It sounded like she had turned into some whip-wielding lesbian slut and I hadn’t even noticed!

“Hi, Mrs. Gianelli, I was looking for Mimi. Is anything wrong?” I jumped and the entire file cascaded to the floor. Muttering a curse, I dropped to me knees and began collecting the papers. Juliet Miner, Mimi’s best friend from down the street, came over to help me. I thought about what to say as we cleaned up the mess; Mimi and Juliet were nearly inseparable and certainly she was nearly a second daughter to me.

I knew Juliet was really bright, probably even smarter than Mimi, and had a good level head on her shoulders. (My husband Barry had said more than once, in his usual sexist fashion, that the rest of her was pretty good too.) I’d already decided I couldn’t tell Barry about this — he’d probably get excited about it, the pig — but I had to talk it over with somebody. And Juliet was planning to major in psychology, wasn’t she?

She took it well, better than I had, actually. Juliet remained calm, worked to get me to talk it out, and managed to clamp down on the shock I was sure she must have felt. Finally, though, I burst out, “What am I going to do?” Her answer was interrupted by the slamming front door and Mimi’s call, “Hi mom, I’m home! Is Juliet here yet?” Juliet sssh’ed me and promised we’d talk more tomorrow, but to act normal for now.

It was nearly the hardest thing I’d done to pretend nothing had happened and let Mimi hug me and give me a peck on the cheek before she departed with Juliet. Barry, as usual, was oblivious to my mood that evening and wasn’t interested in doing anything when we went to bed. It was just as well. I didn’t think I could have done anything with visions of Mimi letting some girl lick her running through my mind.

My impatience was rewarded the next day when Juliet showed up unusually early for our talk. “Don’t worry,” she reassured me when she saw my expression, “I ditched calc but I’m acing the course. And Mimi is important to me, too. This way we have time to chat without being interrupted.” She dumped her bookbag on the floor and plopped on the couch across from me. “What do you think we should do?”

I was relieved to note her unconscious use of “we” — it meant a lot to me that I wouldn’t be on my own in this. “I think I should just confront her and ask her to explain,” I started. It was obvious Juliet didn’t completely agree.

“But how?” she asked. “You can’t just accuse her. What if she denies it? And what will you do — punish her?” I was sure Juliet could see from my expression that if that was what it would take to straighten out my wayward daughter, I’d do it. “No,” she mused, “we need to be more clever. Hmmmm… You said the message sounded like Mimi was whipping this other girl?” I nodded.

“Well, what if we turned the tables on her? I mean, maybe if she was on the receiving end of that kind of treatment, she’d realize how cruel it was and want to stop on her own. Then she’d be working with us instead of against us!”

The idea had possibilities. It had sounded like the girl, Tammy, had liked being beaten; but I remembered Mimi crying when we’d spanked her long ago when she was just a little girl. She hadn’t liked it then, no doubt about it. Besides, if she was doing that kind of thing to other people, she deserved it. But — “Who would do it? Me?”

“Sure! You are her mother.” Juliet looked more confident than I felt. “I suppose spanking her again wouldn’t be a problem.” She shook her head. “Oh no, Mrs. G., you’d have to whip her. Otherwise you wouldn’t be making the point properly.”

Maybe we’d need another plan. “I’m not sure I could do that.” Juliet appeared unconvinced, so I added, “besides, where would we get a whip?”

She smiled gently at me before responding. “Mimi’s lucky to have a mother like you, Mrs. G. Look, you don’t have to do it hard enough to really hurt, just so she gets the idea. And I think you probably could get by with just a belt.” Her expression brightened as if she’d suddenly had a brainstorm. “That’s it! I bet your husband has a belt that would be perfect! And you could try it on me first, just to make sure you wouldn’t do any harm!”

I couldn’t let her do it. “Thank you, Juliet, really, but I couldn’t put you through that…” She reached out and squeezed my hand briefly. “Please, Mrs. Gianelli? I’d do anything to help Mimi, you know that. Besides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me. C’mon, we have to try!” With that, she shifted her grip and pulled me to my feet, then towed me towards the master bedroom.

Reluctantly I poked through Barry’s side of the closet until I found an old leather belt from his “biker-wannabe” days. It now was too small for his expanding waistline so I knew he wouldn’t miss it. I turned to find Juliet bent over the foot of the bed, watching me. I walked closer to her, but couldn’t bring myself to lift the belt.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, just the barest tremor audible in her voice, “I trust you. Go ahead.” I swung clumsily at her, but my half-hearted attempt resulted in the belt barely brushing her thigh. Embarrassed, I tried again, with more force, and connected solidly enough to generate a faint slap.

Juliet jumped up, causing me to yelp and drop the belt — I’d hurt her! “No, I’m fine,” she reassured me, “but I can’t feel a thing through these clothes. I’m just taking them off so I can get a better idea of what to expect.” She started stripping naked right there! I tried looking everywhere in the room except at the trim girl who very nearly was my daughter, but I could feel the heat of my blush. Closing the curtains gave me something to do, but all too soon she was in position and I was holding the belt again.

We worked our way up through perhaps half a dozen strokes, each followed by Juliet’s observation that I should be hitting harder. When she flinched after the last stroke, I couldn’t bring myself to hit her slightly reddened buns again. “Really,” she insisted, “it hardly hurts at all. I’m fine, Mrs. G.” Disclaimers aside, I was still concerned enough I’d tuned out her nudity. “No, Juliet, I won’t do any more. Look at your… you, it must hurt awfully. We’ll have to stop.”

“I wish I could convince you,” she pleaded. “Look, I’ll hit you just the same way, and you can feel it for yourself. Then you’ll know it’s okay.” I definitely wasn’t ready for this! “Please? It’s for Mimi.”

Somehow I found myself removing my clothing while Juliet watched! I would never have been able to do it if she’d shown any reaction, but her earnest desire to help and incredible focus worked to calm my own fears. I even realized I was comparing our bodies and not coming out as badly as I might have thought. Then I was bent over the bed, listening for the belt.

Thwack! I twitched, but the fear was much worse than the sensation, and I motioned for Juliet to continue. Thwack! THWACK! THWACK! The last stroke really burned! It sounded louder than when I’d given them to Juliet, but that probably was due to our change in positions. Anyway, she hadn’t complained about what she’d gotten. If both of us could survive the experience, so could Mimi.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gianelli! I didn’t mean to hit you so hard that last time, I got off balance. Are you okay?” The cool palm of Juliet’s hand softly stroked my burning rear, and drifted down towards-

I quickly turned, to reassure her, and found myself facing Juliet’s bush at very close range. It was neatly trimmed, probably for her swimsuit, and didn’t do much to obscure her lips. They looked a little flushed, too… “She made that girl lick her, didn’t she?” Juliet demanded in an intense voice. I wanted to back away, but I was pinned against the bed. “Do you think we should make her lick me? Would she like it?” She moved closer to me, now her body was filling my field of view!

Her hand was brushing my hair, and I caught a hint of a fragrance I knew must be hers. There was none of the “fishiness” Barry always complained about; did it taste as good? “You’d like to lick me, wouldn’t you?” I was so embarrassed! How had she guessed? “Try it.” Juliet pulled me into her, and I couldn’t resist darting my tongue out for a tiny taste. “Harder!” she hissed, and the belt landed on my rear again!

By mid-afternoon, my tongue was sore. So was my rear, from the belt, then the whip, and finally the dildo that was stretching my rear hole. I’d realized much earlier it hadn’t been Mimi’s voicemail I’d stumbled onto. But I knew she was going to be punished anyway; Mistress Juliet had told me I could watch.

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