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my gf meets my fuck buddy

So, you use each other for sex, and nothing else? I thought only men can do that? Danielle said with one incredulous tilted eye brow.

‘Not all men!’ I started to protest but backed down realizing the fault in my logic. ‘She’s a scientist, she’s expert at clinical detachment.’

I had gotten a call from Shannon, my ‘release-valve,’ I’ll say. More to the point, we were each other’s relieve for primal needs. She’s busy in the lab, and I with my studies. But now my situation has changed a bit, to put it modestly. I’d made my mind to call off our ‘arrangement.’

‘Oh, I don’t mean you, sweetheart.’ Danielle pinched my cheek like an aunt would a child and quickly moved on.

She put her hands on her waist and walked to the end of her apartment without speaking, turned around, still not looking at me. Her heels clicked in time with her swaying butt. Looking at her red hair, her hour glass figure in that white sun dress and blue pumps is causing some stir down below.

‘So, you use each other for sex once a quarter for the past two years and, miraculously, you have no feelings for each other? She hasn’t fallen for you?’ She said with some interest with the other incredulous tilted eye brow. ‘How is that possible, I mean, come on, look at my man!’ She came over and pawed my pecs and abs.

‘She really is focused on her work, Danielle. Look, forget about her; I’ll drop you off at my place and I’ll her I’m done.’ I insisted; it’s the right thing to do.

‘Hmm,’ Danielle continued her pondering, ‘now I’m intrigued. I’d like to meet her, Liam. Your dad’s restaurant won’t mind if we were a party of three, would they?’ Now, I’m frowning.

Danielle moved in close, whispering while she smoothed my shirt. ‘You are not my first boy, but this Shannon could be my first girl.’ She smiled mischievously.

I swallowed hard. Oh hell, this is gonna get complicated…

Half hour later we were standing at the front door of Nighties-n-Naughties. I double checked the address; I was sure Shannon meant shopping for her lab, but it seemed she had other ideas.

Danielle and I exchanged looks. Hers was excitement, mine was uh-oh.

Someone waved to us from the back of the store; a blonde wearing a halter black dress and a huge smile. There was eager anticipation in her eyes and gestures, like someone finding a loved one at an airport arrival.

Danielle leaned over, ‘that is one confident woman wearing that tight top without a bra!’ I had also noted the protruding nipples.

Danielle took my hand and led the way in. She looked around and made comments about ‘later.’ I couldn’t hear much of it. I was putting the finishing touches on the introduction and my explanation why I had to stop our quarterly fuck meets. I took a deep breath unknowingly too loudly, I looked over at Danielle and gave her an apologetic smile.

‘Shannon? Shannon!’ I finally realized who the black dress was. My second thought was, wow, how did she get that size so quickly? She’s only, what, a size 4? 6,maybe? The only plus size about this hot blonde was her smile.

‘Hi, Liam! See anything different about me?’ Shannon and her huge grin skipped over to peck me on the cheek. She did a twirl on her heels that made her short skirt flutter, like Marilyn’s did when the train passed by. I now recall how I’d think about her mesmerizing smile and baritone voice, and the way she squirms and screams when she oozed her love lotion.

I snuck a guilty peek at Danielle, she gazed at Shannon; her eyes said she wanted more.

‘Shannon, you look great!’ I tried hard to keep my voice at Friendly. I held Danielle’s hand tight. I had a feeling Shannon was trying hard not to notice it.

‘Looks like all that time at the lab is paying off, Liam! You are looking at the next big thing. I stumbled onto a compound that dissolves cellulose and fats at a molecular level, oh listen to me ramble. My rats showed good results, but Dr. By-The-Book wouldn’t let me test it on volunteers, s..’

‘So you took the drug yourself?!’ Danielle burst out like a child who can’t wait to guess the ending of a story. My heart melted a little.

‘um…serum…you can’t call it a drug until you have completed petitions to the…um..Hi, I’m Shannon.’ Shannon said flatly. She was annoyed that she finally had to acknowledge Danielle.

‘Hi, Shannon, I’m Danielle.’ They shook hands; Shannon’s was a little limp.

OK, here we go.

‘Um, Shannon,’ I stammered,’ I need to talk to you.’ Shannon looked at our linked hands and lowered her eyes; they suddenly shined.

Before I can continue, Danielle said, ‘I think you look amazing, Shannon, you’d be totally hot in these.’ She handed her a small apple green strappy thing.

‘um, yes, you do, and, uh, you would.’ I chimed in on instinct.

I was completely caught off guard by Danielle’s interruption and wondered how to bring the conversation back on course.

Danielle shook my hand off and grabbed Shannon’s. Before she can refuse they were in an empty changing room. An older attendant with wavy brunette curls and great curves watched them then went back to her duties. She stole sultry looks at me adding to the awkwardness.

‘Shannon, Liam told me about your arrangement. You ought to know that I think it’s great that you found what you needed in each other.’ Danielle said matter-of-factly. She was untwining the green thing.

‘And you want me to stop, because he’s with you now.’ Shannon reciprocated the professional tone, wanted to finish Danielle’s thought.

Danielle looked in Shannon’s eye for a moment. Just enough to make both of them shake with excitement and anticipation. ‘Not exactly,’ Danielle stroked Shannon’s blonde hair, her glistening lips whispered, ‘I’m saying I want in.’ She leaned in and kissed Shannon ear and licked her lobe.

Shannon felt an uncomfortable erotic tingle, but the changing room was inconveniently small and Danielle’s hot cinnamony breath was so enticing that she gave up her resistance after only a limp attempt. She turned to meet Danielle’s lips with her own.

Shannon let out a breath as they gently kissed. Am I really kissing a girl? Her lips are so soft. She’s hot in that white dress. Is it ok that I’m so turned by this red head?

Danielle broke the kiss and quietly heaved to catch her breath. Shannon wiped the corners of her mouth and looking lustily at Danielle. Who IS this red head?

Danielle unfolded the negligee and said, ‘put it on.’ Shannon undressed slowly keeping eye contact with Danielle. She had gained confidence through her success in the lab. She didn’t mind showing her curves wrapped in white lace half bra and panties to a complete stranger.

A complete gorgeous stranger with curves as luscious as her own. A stranger who now owns her secret love. The secret love she corralled inside for the past year. The secret love she is now in danger of losing.

Danielle understood this but choose to ignore all the same feelings she’d felt from another time, a time before she gathered up the courage going to the study session with Liam as her true self.

Walking thru the door in her heels only to see Liam staring at underclass girls playing billiards made her chuckle, and the treasures her leap of faith exchanged is much more than she could’ve hope for. What she and Liam shared in their souls had to be what Jane Austen wished for her characters.

In shared silence Shannon put on the thong slowly, taking care to show off her round butt. Danielle giggled and put a hand on it. Shannon playfully shook in response.

Shannon had made sure she was extra smooth and soft before meeting Liam. She wanted to show him how a newly-thin girl can do the moves he loved with so much more nimbleness and agility. And now with Danielle’s fascinated stare, she felt her under-used love parts was about serve another purpose.

‘Smoke on the water; I like it.’ Danielle said.

‘Hmm? oh that.’ Shannon caught herself then blushed. The little tune she hummed when she was nervous had finally been called out.

Who IS this red head cutie?

Shannon’s breasts were really too big for the green lingerie top, and that was a convenient excuse to begin the next leap.

‘Can you help me clip this?’ Shannon gathered her breasts with both hands and presented them to Danielle. Danielle, as if never done this before, fumbled with the clips, then said, ‘oh, Shannon, I can’t get it clipped.’

‘oh well.’ Shannon let them drop.

Danielle stared at them for a while, and said, with all sincerity. ‘Shannon, you have gorgeous breasts.’

A soft cough came from the next dressing room. Danielle and Shannon looked at each other and stifled a giggle.

Shannon took a step forward. Danielle held them in her hands, lightly fondled them then lowered her head to kiss each gently. Shannon’s sigh was one part pleasure two parts apprehension. Was she really going to give Liam’s new girl the rights to those belong to him exclusively for the past one year, 10 months and three weeks?

Her attention was whipped back by the light pinch of Danielle’s lips on her nipple. She felt the same electricity when Liam played with them first. She let them get hard and felt the tingle down to her girl parts. It felt so good that she let out a loud sigh; she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath.

Danielle raised a hand to the breast she wasn’t kissing and rubbed the nipple. Shannon ran her fingers thru Danielle’s hair and pressed her head to her breasts. Danielle’s other hand massaged her now-toned belly, the belly she couldn’t wait to show Liam, and moved southward. Shannon tensed with each progressing millimeter. When Danielle’s fingers pried open the top of the g-string, Shannon thought, if she keep this up, I’m gonna have to buy it.

Danielle’s fingernails matched the color of her hair. They crept under the apple green barrier and felt the smoothness beneath.

‘So that’s what a girl feels like.’ Danielle whispered, as if to herself. ‘Hmmm, that feels nice.’

Shannon felt her face flush with and erotic heat. She put her hands on Danielle’s breasts and squeezed lightly. They weren’t big, but very firm. She felt the soft lingerie and erect nipples underneath. She secretly compared herself with Liam’s new girl. Breasts, advantage me.

Shannon continued her massage while Danielle’s finger touched her womanhood. She lightly took in a breath when her love bead felt a woman’s touch for the first time. She leaned back and Danielle’s hand moved a bit faster causing delicious friction on her clit.

Shannon whispered, ‘Danielle, you are making me so hot.’ Danielle smiled and hastened her pace, first up and down, then side to side. Her fingers glistened with her love juice.

‘Yes, Danielle, yes! Yes! Just like that, oh! Right there!’ Danielle quickened her magic down below while pinching hard her nipples.

Shannon was close. So close that she braced for the final delirious explosion. She needed to feel Danielle’s body. She pulled her close and caressed Danielle’s buttocks. Shannon only got hornier by Danielle’s soft moans and lust in her eyes. She moved a hand down wanting to reciprocate the favor.

Danielle pushed back suddenly and dropped to her knees. The red head disappeared under her skirt. Shannon stifled a scream when she felt a soft warm tongue on her clit.

From the next stall Shannon heard a loud moan.

She grabbed Danielle’s head as her tongue began a 2nd round of ecstasy. Up and down and round and round Danielle’s tongue moved. She switched between long slides and short darts. Her lips, her folds and her bead were treated with such attention that Shannon rolled her eyes back and thought she might faint from pleasure.

Shannon was really flowing now, she heard her suitor slurping her juices. The erotic noise stoked her wild fire within to new heights. Her insides tightened with the oncoming orgasm. She breathed, Danielle, oh god, I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming, keep going, right there, I’m cumming!

She came a split moment after Danielle’s tongue parted her lips and entered her hole. The sensation of another woman’s smooth warm flesh was too much for her to hold still. Her knees buckled and her head jerked as she spasmmed.

Danielle emerged from under her skirt glistening from sweat and cum. Shannon grabbed Danielle and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting her own must, which ran down Danielle’s cheeks and chin and dripped on their dresses.

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Shortly after the brunette watched my girls going into the changing room, she appeared at my side and softly said, ‘I would offer a ‘may I help you’ but it seems you will be helped plenty by those two.’ Her name tag said ‘Region Director Rose.’

I felt a hot flash streak across my face,’it’s not what you think,’ I don’t think she heard me as she entered the stall next to Danielle and Shannon’s.

Now she emerged from the tiny room with messy hair and crumpled clothes. She seemed to be out of breath too. She looked me over like a lioness looking at a herd of gazelles, ‘oh yes, you’ll be helped plenty by those two. Here’s my number, I get off at eleven thirty.’ As she breezed by I swear I smelled a woman’s musty cum on her waving hand.

I paced the store to prepare myself for what the girls had in mind.

Once Danielle got this fascination out of her system, I will end it with Shannon, I decided. Sure I would think about her occasionally; our sessions had become more fun and adventurous lately. Shannon’s scientist’s training meant she was willing to try anything once. We’d tried bondage, either of us liked it. Shannon liked spanking but I didn’t. I just didn’t see how pain can give her so much pleasure. She even designed an attachment on her lab tables to masturbate with. We experimented with rubber toys, and she didn’t care for it. She thought it was a little creepy to reverse roles. She did like another kind of toy, though. The vibrations got her thru until our next meeting.

I aimless wandered the store and found myself in front of a full length mirror. 6’2, 240 at 8% body fat. I had just maxed at 365lbs on the bench this morning. This black suit wasn’t tailored but the fit is good. I worked hard to keep my body in top form and condition. Not for vanity reasons, mind you. I simply believe that physical appearance played an important role in our dysfunctional society and I will take every advantage to be ahead of the curve.

Danielle liked going to the gym with me. She liked catching guys gawking at her in her cut off shirt and short shorts. I liked it that she had all the attention. My girl deserved to be lusted as her true self.

I also enjoyed the after-workout clean-up. Danielle would lather and wash me then treat me to luxurious torment with her mouth and hands. Being the loving boyfriend I always wanted to reciprocate. She’s not always in the mood, but when she was, we are usually late to our morning classes.

Danielle’s shapely hips looked even more tantalizing when she glistened with sweat. Her clitoris was deliciously alabaster with a pink top. She liked when I stroked it while…

I heard giggles and saw Danielle and Shannon hand in hand bounding towards me. Shannon’s blonde mane was no longer perfect, and Danielle’s dress was missing its top button. Their faces looked freshly made-up and I noticed a little bite mark on Danielle’s neck.

I’m not sure if I’m ready for what the girls had in mind…

‘Shannon looks stunning in these, Liam! Let’s take these also, sweets.’ A red number even smaller than the green one.

I turned towards the cash register. Regional Manager was waiting for me with hungry eyes. Behind me Danielle’s whispers made Shannon’s hearty laughter ring through the store.

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“Hi, Jake, it’s good to see you again.’ My father’s trusted captain had salt and pepper hair that paired well with a warm and knowing smile. ‘How are you, Liam!’ We shook hands; he smelled of an old fashioned cologne. ‘Sorry to do this to you; can you make us a table for three?’ I said sheepishly.

If he knew something was up with me and these two girls he didn’t let on. Years of dealing with people taught him the art of subtlety.

He led us toward the kitchen. I sighed a little, no, Jake, tonight is one night I would rather not be in The Grotto.

Sure enough, Jake sat me and the girls in a small booth near the kitchen. It’s the most coveted seats in the joint for its privacy.

Danielle slid in first, flashing plenty of her womanly legs that turned more than a few heads. Shannon, not to be outdone, bent over to fetch an imaginary thing on the ground only to show off her perfectly shaped ass to the south half of the restaurant.

I winced and gave Jake an apologetic look; I truly had no idea the girls would behave like a couple of girls-gone-crazy video sluts. Jake gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as he laid out the menus. I returned half a smile and said, ‘I know, I will.’

Our waiter, a newbie named Dylan, wasn’t so discreet. He dropped the butter dish when he caught sight of the two vixens. The poor guy didn’t know which to drool over as they were one-upping each other tickling his itch. When Dylan arrived with our waters Danielle had one dress strap off. When Dylan came back with our appetizers Shannon had two buttons opens giving Dylan a view of her right nipple, the larger pinker one. Shannon kissed Danielle just as Dylan delivered our drinks. I swear I heard a puppy-like whine from the guy.

Danielle insisted on riding with Danielle on the way here. It just made more sense, she said, instead of drawing a map and confuse everyone.

Now I see that I was the only confused one.

I’ll admit, when Danielle said she wanted Shannon to be her first girl my stomach fluttered with erotic possibilities. But the more I thought about it, the more dangerous the situation can be.

I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was Shannon’s to my left. ‘Liam, Danielle told me how you met.’

Gulp. Here we go.

‘Ya, Stats sucked. But we worked well together.’ I said quietly. Danielle to my left wasn’t paying attention. She was looking over her shoulder into the bustling kitchen.

‘Yes, you did. Look where she is now.’ Shannon’s tone turned a bit sour.

‘Hey, we agreed, no strings, remember?’ I argued.

‘Yes, but you are a hard habit to break, boy…’ she said sultrily. ‘I lay awake nights, Liam, thinking about you.’

I knew, because I did also. I picked my salad fork and remained quiet. Danielle was still turned the other way.
‘You know what I’d do when I get like that, Liam? You know what I do when you are all I want?’ She took my hand under the table and put it on her thigh. Her other hand slid up my own making circles with her nails.

I instinctively slid away at the suddenness of her move. Danielle caught me on the other side and whispered in my ear. ‘It’s ok, Liam, just enjoy this. I love you.’ She said my full name.

I was now glad we were at The Grotto where lighting hid us almost completely out of sight. The shock on my face would’ve made unsuspecting patron thought I found a bomb under the table.

This, of course, is exactly what happened.

Shannon’s hands moved up my thighs, found my half-erect penis and massaged it. I closed my eyes, let out a sigh allowing myself to enjoy it.

‘I miss you.’ She said my full name. I opened my eye, looking guiltily at Danielle. She kissed me full and lovingly. ‘It’s ok.’

Danielle reached over and opened my belt under the table to give Shannon access to what she craved.

That was the permission Shannon needed. Her hand hungrily slithered in my shorts and grabbed me like a baseball player handling his bat. She squeezed me up and down, feeling every pulsing vein. Her hand was a bit rougher than Danielle’s, but the nimbleness of her fingers made for exciting sensations.

Shannon pushed up against me with her eyes closed. Her heavy sighs said she’s getting close to what her heart had longed for.

With the hand still on Shannon’s thigh, I hiked up her flimsy skirt and moved closer to what I’ve dreamed about more and more lately. I smiled at her smoothness. I whispered, ‘you remembered.’ Shannon preferred to be au natural, but she knew I loved her bald.

Shannon whispered back, ‘it’s all yours, my love.’ I went ahead and assumed that this statement also had the consent of my lover to my right and let the sentiment envelop me.

Shannon’s hand continued to get reacquainted with my rod. First she lightly held it to feel the veins and folds, then she tightened her grip to feel it pulse. Finally she started stroking it. I moaned a little with every touch. Shannon knew I liked it when she took her time.

I was surprised to find the green strappy lingerie under her black dress. Had she changed on her way here? Danielle must have helped her – it’s just shy of sopping wet.

Shannon felt soft and smooth under the thong. I always liked women’s private area. The skin is always without blemish and smooth. It’s just nice to admire and feel. I like the way they giggle when you gently blow past their lips and clit.

My fingers felt Shannon’s lips and her shook a bit. Shannon sighed. I pushed her legs wider and stroked those fat luscious lips. My fingers were instantly soaked with her love potion. I parted her lips but took my time getting to her bead.

Above the table Shannon was stifling loud moans on my shoulder. I felt her teeth biting into me. I smiled knowing how much pleasure and pain this is bringing my lover.

I continued to run big circles around her lips, finally putting a finger tip on her clit. The squeal came out louder than she expected, but no one cared.

I tapped my finger on her clit as if sending love letters in Morse code. Shannon leaned back on the soft cushions to fully enjoy my treatment. I love it when I can make a lover quiver with excitement!

I felt a smaller hand with long fingers on my rod; I knew by now it was Danielle’s. Her head popped up between Shannon’s legs.

Without speaking, Danielle put her tongue on Shannon’s womanhood. She licked her first up and down, then in big circles. She left the clit to my finger’s massaging. Her big brown eyes looked up at Shannon. Her eye lashes batted each time Shannon squirmed with delight. Shannon looked down at Danielle with grinning eyes, ‘right there, sweetheart, right there.’

The ecstasy was too much for Shannon; she tightened her thighs around Danielle and wetted the leather cushions.

While Shannon heaved to catch her breath, Danielle focused on my bulging cock. My red headed vixen grabbed Shannon’s hand to stroke it while her mouth cupped my helmet and moved in opposite directions.

The sensation of two different touches was exotic. One from a quivering hand recovering from explosive ecstasy, another from lusty lips, calculated and gentle.

Danielle’s mouth took in as much and as deep as she could. Shannon returned the Morse code love letter pounding my cock with a full grip.

They worked wantonly at my rod. Sometime they moved in unison, sometimes in opposite directions. I moaned loudly when Danielle’s tongue flicked my helmet and folds while Shannon’s dark red nail tips ran the length of my shaft. I felt an involuntary twitch of my hips and leaked some more pre-cum.

Danielle looked up at Shannon, He’s ready. Shannon shuffled close and kissed me full. She stifled my moans while my girls marched me towards the inevitable explosion.

Danielle took herself off my rod replaced by Shannon’s tight grip over the entire length. My pre-cum was the lube Shannon wanted switching between long slow strokes and short quick ones. I felt Danielle’s heavy kisses on my scrotum then being cupped in her mouth.
I see; the girls have been exchanging notes! That was an accidental find during one of our experiments. I found the sensation irresistible, while Shannon found it strangely soothed her oral fixation.

Danielle’s tongue flicked and flung my balls in her warm mouth causing my hips to buckle. Shannon quickened her Morse code. My pained expressions must have been a curious sight for unsuspecting bystanders.

Shannon leaned down to lick up the clear pre-cum. ‘Hmmm, Liam, that is yummy, I want more.’

I croaked, I’m cumming! Danielle cupped her mouth over me just in time to catch the massive ribbons.

Shannon helped Danielle up beside her, kissed her full on the mouth sharing my thick cum.

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Hi, everyone, thx for reading! I’m sorry it took so long for chap 5. this new job is taking up all my free time! Thank you so much for your responses and ratings. Feels great to know you actually like my fantasies!

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To get the full story you start with the other chapters in the series titled Jay and Faith

Jay, Faith, and Friends (chapter 2, part 2)

Faith woke up Saturday morning and remembered where she was and smiled thinking about the fun she had the night before. She looked around to see if anyone else was awake yet but didn’t think so. She was snuggled in the side of Jay flat on her back, her head was on his chest and Liz was on the other side of her with her arm laying across Faith’s chest. Dana was on the other side of Jay and she had her arm across Jay also.

Apparently her looking around aroused Liz from her sleep and she began to move too. Liz realized where her arm was and she smiled at Faith and began to massage Faith’s tits a little playfully.

Faith returned the favor and took her hand under Liz’s shirt and went searching for the boobs she touched last night.

Liz turned toward Faith and sat up on her elbow to give her better access to her chest. Liz leaned in and kissed Faith on the cheek close to her lips. Faith had never had another kiss her before and she was intrigued by Liz’s kiss and wanted to explore it more.

Faith kissed her back on the lips as she cupped Liz’s breast in her hand. The two began to kiss more and with more passion. Soon, their tongues were touching and probing the others mouths.

Faith sat up, took off her shirt and rolled over on top of Liz. Their tits were pressed together and their crotches were pressed by each other’s legs. They began to kiss more and grind into each other’s pussies with their legs.

The movement had woken up Jay and Dana who were enjoying the show. Dana leaned over on Jay and began to kiss him as Jays hands went under her shirt and found her small breasts and played with her nipples.

Liz reached up and grabbed Faith’s panties and slide her hand down under them and squeezed her ass and probed her crack with her fingers looking for a hole to finger.

Dana tossed off her shirt and Jay sat up and began to kiss and suck on her tits. His hands went down and pulled her panties off to her thighs and Dana quickly shook them off with her legs while Jay cupped over her pussy with his hand and then began to finger her.

“I want to taste that pussy” said Liz as Faith knew what to do and she got up and flipped around where her pussy was straddling over Liz’s face. Dana said “you never tasted mine last night Mr. Wells”. She took the same position that Faith did over on Jay and turned to look at him. “Call me Jay Dana” he said as he raised his head to gain access to her pussy.

Faith watched Jay and Dana for moment before realizing that Liz had started to help herself to her pussy. Faith loved the thought of her best friend enjoying herself on her pussy. It felt just as good as the dog did last night. Faith felt her tongue part her pussy lips and target her clit over and over. She would bury her tongue deep inside her also.

Dana began to moan in pleasure as Jay pleased her. She took his hard dick into her mouth and began to suck on it while she was nearing climax. Faith watched and wondered what Liz’s pussy would taste like. She had tasted her own juice before but this would be different.

Faith laid down and brought her mouth to Liz’s pussy. It was cleanly shaven and her clit was poking out of her outer pussy lips. She gave it a kiss and then slowly probed her slit with her tongue. She began to flick her clit over and over again. Liz opened her legs wide to allow Faith to have better access.

Dana sat up and said “I want your dick in my pussy” as she turned around and lifted her pussy over Jay’s hard dick and lowered herself down onto it. Jay held her by her sides and watched as she began to move up and down ridding his dick

Jay felt his dick sink deeper and deeper with every pump into Dana’s pussy until her opening was squeezing the base of his cock.

After the foursome enjoyed themselves for a while they decided to mix it up and swap partners with each other. Faith got up and came to sit on Jay’s face facing Dana. She felt Jay’s big tongue start to lick her all over between her legs just like Liz was. Faith and Dana began to play with each other’s breasts while Dana continued to ride Jay.

Liz stood up on the bed and brought her tits closer to Faith and Dana and the girls leaned in to enjoy the nice big breasts of Liz. The girls began to suck and kiss her nipples. Liz moved behind Dana at Jay’s feet and reached in and started fondling Jay’s balls as Dana ride his dick faster and faster. Dana began to climax as she grinded her clit on the base of Jays cock.

It wasn’t long until Dana screamed out in delight “yes! Oh God I’m cumming.” Dana fell off Jay’s dick and crashed on the bed next to him. Liz quickly took the opportunity to start stroking Jay’s dick. She leaned in and cleaned off the pussy juice from Dana off his dick.

Faith watched her friend clean every inch of Jay’s dick off and then noticed Dana’s open legs on the bed as she laid their recovering from her orgasm. Faith had tasted Liz’s pussy and she was curious what Dana might taste like too. She hoped off Jay’s face and crawled on top of Dana in a 69 position. “Oh god, no! I don’t know if I can take more” said Dana as faith began to lick and kiss her pussy just as she had done to Liz. Dana gave in and began to taste the sweet nectar of Faith’s pussy.

Liz released Jay’s dick from her mouth only to sit on his hard dick and ride him. Jay reached up and placed his hands on her breasts and pleasured her while she rode him faster and faster. Jay reached over next to him and rubbed his hands on Faith’s legs and ass as he watch Dana dined on her pussy.

Liz soon reached her climax and came while riding Jay’s pole. She came so hard that she released a flood of squirts that leaked out all over Jay and his dick. Liz hopped off and said “ok Faith, it’s your turn with the dick”.

Faith crawled off Dana and over to Jay where she took his cum soaked cock in her mouth. She could taste the pussy juice from Liz and licked up as much as she could from his balls and shaft.

Dana had regained her horny self and saw Faiths ass up in the air at the end of the bed as she enjoyed Jay’s dick. She got up and went to the end of the bed and continued to lick and flick Faith’s clit. Jay reached over and massaged Liz’s tits and pussy as she was trying to catch her breathe from riding her new favorite teacher.

Faith couldn’t wait any longer and she positioned herself over Jay’s dick and slide down on it easily from all the licking on her pussy. Jay reached around and pulled her ass down on himself harder and then began to bounce up and down on his dick.

“I got an idea” said Liz as she laid on the bed parallel with Jay and she opened her legs. “Eat my pussy while you ride Jay” Liz suggested. Jay turned sideways and Faith fell toward Liz’s open legs and began to enjoy her pussy once more. Dana then took her place with her legs spread over Liz’s face and her head next to Jay. As soon as she began to kiss Jay she felt Liz’s tongue deeply probed her dripping wet fuck hole.

The foursome was enjoying each other and Jay knew he wouldn’t last much longer with his favorite student riding his dick and with Dana kissing him hard. Dana’s tongue was twirling around his tongue and he caresses her tits. “I’m gonna cum soon” Jay announced to Faith. “Cum in my pussy” Faith demanded “yes baby” Jay responded. Just about that time Jay felt his body convulse in pleasure as he shoved his dick as deep in as he could.

Faith could feel the streams of cum shot inside her ash she continued to lick Liz’s pussy and suck her vagina lips into her mouth. Faith began to climax over the thought of her teacher and best friends sex party.

Tired and exhausted the four cleaned up and had some breakfast and talked how much fun they had both times. Jay drove them back to the park and the girls each walked to their homes without their parents knowing anything.

(to be continued…)

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Sandra and her daughter-in-law get intimate with an unusual purchase from the novelty shop

There is a widespread belief, perhaps with some justification, that mothers and their daughters-in-law don’t often get on too well. If there is any truth in the belief then Sandra (Sandy) and her daughter-in-law, Kylie, are the exception to the rule. Sandy and Kylie are the very best of friends and as well as enjoying shopping trips together, going out for coffee and chatting they liked to share intimate secrets. Their husbands would have a fit if they had known what their wives said and did behind their backs. Both Sandra and Kylie agreed that when it came to sex, Dave and Jim were “fucking useless.”

Both women were avid readers of erotic stories and delighted in meeting up and sharing their latest discoveries. The two women, despite their age difference, found they had much in common when it came to sex. Their story swapping sessions always led to them getting hot and bothered and, uncharacteristically, using the most profane language. Normally Sandy and Kylie used only the most genteel and ladylike language. Everyone they knew, especially their husbands, would have been shocked to hear them in full flow.

“I love those taboo stories, you know, the incest stories. Especially the mother daughter ones.”

“Oh fuck, yes Sandy. I like the kinky ones too. Oh! I can feel my panties are getting damp already.”

“Your knickers are always damp Kylie.” As if to prove the point, Sandy reached up her daughter-in-law’s skirt.

“Oh, mummy! That feels nice. Will you take my knickers off please?”

“Of course, darling daughter.” Sandy loved it when Kylie called her “Mummy,” in their sex games. It added a further bit of taboo naughtiness. “Oh Kylie, your knickers are so wet. Are you sure you haven’t peed yourself?”

“No, I don’t think so Mummy. Can little Kylie take Mummy’s knickers off too please?”

“Of course you can love. Shall we play with each other’s naughty bits?”

“Oh yes, Mummy, you know I love that,” agreed Kylie in her best baby voice.

So it would go on with both women becoming more and more excited, finger fucking each other until they both came again and again, their fingers wet with each other’s juices.

The incident of the Novelty Shop started last week. After her husband had left for work, 52-year-old Sandy set off to visit Kylie who lived just two streets away. Kylie seemed especially bubbly as she popped a coffee pod into the Nespresso coffee maker.

“You seem very bright and bushy tailed this morning love,” observed Sandy.

“I am. Mum. Have you seen that new Novelty and Party shop in the High Street?”

Sandy thought for a moment. “Well, yes, I’ve seen it. They sell jokes and outfits for fancy dress and stuff like that, don’t they? I haven’t been in though. I don’t think that they’ll sell anything to interest me.”

“That’s just what I thought, Mum, but I had a few minutes spare the other day and took a look, out of curiosity. They had all the usual jokes like fake dog poo, whoopee cushions, itching powder, dressing-up things and party goods. But, and this is the interesting bit; in one corner there is a partition with a sign that says Adults Only. Of course, I just had to go in.”

At this point, Sandra began to share her daughter-in-law’s excitement. “So, what was in there, Kylie?”

“Mum, it was fantastic. There was every sort of sex aid you could think of and a whole lot that I had never even thought of. Some of them I couldn’t imagine what they were for.”

“Wow! That’s exciting. Did you buy anything?”

Kylie smiled and reached for a bag beside the sofa. “I got this, Mum.” Kylie opened the bag with a flourish and revealed an artificial penis.

Sandy’s eyes bulged. “Goodness, what a fantastic cock! It is the most realistic artificial prick I have ever seen. All those veins and ripples and those lovely balls,” enthused Sandy. And look at that German Helmet with the cute pee hole. Oh, can I touch it?” Not waiting for a reply, Sandy reached over and ran her finger over the beautifully sculpted cock head. “Oh my! It feels so real.”

“Mum, you wouldn’t believe how good it feels to fuck with. It vibrates and throbs in several different speed settings. It is literally fucking amazing.”

Sandy was beginning to feel an insistent itch between her legs and a tingling in her tummy. “Can I try it, Kylie? I’ve got so turned on; I need a good fuck.”

“Of course you can, Mum. So long as I can watch.”

“That’s fine, don’t we always watch each other?” Sandy took her tights and knickers off as she spoke.

“Oh, I almost forgot. For a limited period, they are giving a free gift with every purchase. I got this.” Kylie reached into the bag once more and brought out a small tube, about the size and shape of a tube of toothpaste.”

Sandy narrowed her eyes and squinted at the writing on the side of the tube. It was too small for her to read without her reading glasses. “What is it, Kylie?”

“If you smear a little on the dildo before you use it on yourself, it gives you the most fantastic feeling. I can’t really describe it. Why don’t you try it? You only need the tiniest amount. Here let me do it for you. You lay back in the chair with your legs over the arms.”

Sandy adopted the prescribed position while Kylie squeezed out a tiny amount of the colourless gel onto the head of the cock. “Right, Mum, are you ready for a fantastic fuck? Hold tight!”

Sandy’s legs were splayed lewdly over the chair arms so that her moist slit gaped, displaying the glistening pink interior. Kylie slipped in the gel-coated cock and Sandy shuddered as Kylie began a gentle in-out motion. “How does that feel?”

Sandy’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. She was temporarily deprived of the power of speech. Then she managed to stammer “It’s amazing. Best fuck ever. Oh, my cunt’s on fire. Brrr! Now it’s icy cool. Its all tingly. Ooh, don’t stop. I’m coming. Oh fuck!”

Kylie continued to slide the phallus into her mother-in-law, who was gripping the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She writhed and squirmed, pushing down, to meet the thrusts. Kylie dialled the vibrations up to a higher rate causing Sandy to scream out as another orgasm wracked her entire body. Kylie turned the dial again to cause the penis to pulse and throb.

“Stop it! Stop! I can’t take anymore. Oh fuck! I’m coming again. Turn it off.”

Kylie withdrew the device and allowed Sandy to recover a degree of composure. “I must have one of those,” uttered Sandy when she recovered the power of speech.

The following day Sandra paused outside the Novelty and Party shop. She looked both ways up and down the High Street to satisfy herself that there was no one about that she knew. Then she entered quickly and started to closely examine packets of “Red Hot Pepper Jelly Babies,”. Next a pair of goggle-eye glasses caught her attention. Gradually she sidled over to the special corner that Kylie had described to her. She entered an Aladdin’s cave of sex aids. There was everything from handcuffs to strap-on dildos; fruit flavoured condoms to anatomically accurate blow-up dolls of both sexes and, finally, artificial cocks.

Sandy examined them carefully until she found the exact model that Kylie had so ably demonstrated on her. She picked one up and moved quickly over to the sales counter. Sandy baulked at the price of £39.99. It would make a big dent in her housekeeping allowance, but she had to have it. Just think of all those luscious orgasms.

“Batteries madam?”

Sandy blushed at the question from the sales girl who must have been several years younger than Kylie. “Er, um, yes I guess so,” she stuttered. That pushed the bill up to £43.45.

“Oh we have a special offer madam that entitles you to a random free gift from our extensive range.” The girl plunged her hand into a box under the counter and dropped a little package into a plastic bag with the dildo and batteries. “Enjoy!” The young girl smiled knowingly at the red-faced Sandy.

When she arrived back home, Sandy opened her package and with trembling fingers loaded the batteries into the vibrating rubber cock. She tried the various settings and felt the penis throb to life in her hands. She could scarcely wait to try it out. She hastily pulled down her panties and was about to touch the vibrating German helmet onto her clit. Wait! What about the all-important tube of gel?

Sandy delved once again into the bag of delights and brought out a packet that clearly was not a tube of gel. No, it was a packet of what could have been seeds, such as might be bought at a garden centre. The packet had a lurid colour illustration of a muscle-bound young man and the wording: Grow Your Own Toy Boy”. What a disappointment that she had received such a useless joke, when what she really wanted was the lovely gel that Kylie had used on her.

Never the less, Sandy put the dildo to work. It was nice, certainly the best vibrating cock she had ever used (and there had been several). Without the special gel though, it just wasn’t quite the same. She still managed two orgasms. Once she had cleaned the rubber penis and put it away in her secret hidey hole, she turned her attention to the packet of seeds. She was about to throw it away in the garbage receptacle when she had a second thought. Sandy had a special knack of managing to kill off every houseplant she ever had. The most recent victim of her lack of green fingers had been thrown onto the compost heap just two days ago. Its sad demise had left a vacant flower pot that was still perched forlornly on the kitchen window ledge. Sandy shrugged and opened the packet. There was just one seed, about the size of a dried pea. Just one lousy seed. What a rip-off. Muttering to herself, Sandy part filled the plant post with compost, poked a little hole in the centre and pushed the seed into the hole and covered it over. She poured a little water onto the compost and placed the plant pot back onto its place on the window ledge.

Later she told Kylie of her purchase and the disappointment at not getting the wonderful gel.

“Don’t worry, Mum. We’ll go down to the Novelty Shop together and buy a tube of the gel each. I am sure they will keep it as a stock item. To be honest, Mum, I’m more that half-way down the tube already.”

A couple of days after planting the seed, Sandy was rewarded with a little green shoot poking up above the compost. She gave it a little water and promised herself that she would look after it this time and try not to kill it off.

By the end of the week the new plant was about three inches tall and almost an inch in diameter. A single, green stem with no evident sign of foliage or off-shoots. Sandy, no plant expert, thought it must be a sort of cactus without spines. A succulent of some sort perhaps. Within ten days the green stem was about seven inches tall and at least two inches in diameter. It was still absolutely smooth. How strange! Then something new happened – a sort of bulbous protuberance started to emerge at the top of the plant. Goodness, it looks like a green cock, thought Sandy.

Within a day or two the resemblance to a penis grew more pronounced. The bulbous head even seemed to have a little pee hole in the centre. Sandy touched the plant with her finger. It even felt like a cock. She stroked it gently. Yes, it really does feel like a lovely stiff cock. As if to prove the point, a clear liquid started to dribble from the little slit in the bulbous, mushroom-like head. “pre-cum,” whispered Sandy to herself. “My pet cock is dribbling precum. Do you like it when I tickle you, my lovely cock plant?”

Even Sandy’s hubby, Dave noticed the similarity between the plant that adorned the kitchen window ledge and a penis. He peered at the plant over his reading glasses. “That’s a weird looking cactus you’ve got there, Sandy. Looks just like an erection. At least there aren’t any prickles so you won’t prick yourself!” Dave wandered off to read his paper, chuckling at his own pun.

The next part of the story was inevitable. Sandy was no stranger to using all sorts of plant life to satisfy her needs. There had been carrots, bananas (which woman hasn’t used a banana to fuck herself?), cucumbers. On one occasion she had even shagged herself with a stick of celery. The most challenging vegetable she had stuffed into her voracious cunny had been a lovely purple aubergine. Her new houseplant, courtesy of The Novelty Shop looked so deliciously tempting.

Her heart beating rapidly, Sandy carefully placed her plant on the kitchen floor. She removed her knickers and cautiously lowered herself until the bulbous head of the stem was touching her slit. She held the green shaft and guided it into her eager cunny. The feeling was instantly sensational. The stem of the plant was a perfect fit, filling her beautifully. Strangely, she felt an intense tingling sensation. Something in the plant was evidently reacting with her own secretions, she reasoned. Whatever the cause the plant worked perfectly. Sandy quickened her movements and was rewarded with a delicious climax. As she orgasmed, she felt a spurt of sap from the head of the plant flood her womb. It was just like a real cock erupting inside her. As she carefully raised herself of the plant a creamy white liquid dribbled from her slit and down the shaft of the plant.

Sandy promised herself that she would look after her new houseplant.

When she met up with Kylie and told her of her marvellous house plant, naturally Kylie wanted one too. At the next opportunity the two women paid another visit to The Novelty Shop. Both of them purchased a tube of the special gel (large size) and Kylie found a packet labelled “Grow Your own Toy Boy” on a display board.

They took their purchases to the counter where the young lady sales assistant gave them a welcoming smile. As she packed their purchases into two bags she said “You are luck, ladies. Today is the last day of our special offer. You each get a special surprise free gift.” She reached under the counter and retrieved two small packets and dropped one into each bag.

“Have fun girls,” she said as Sandy and Kylie left the store.

To be continued…

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A woman helps her wife relax in a special way

Surprise
By Discreet Lover

Copyrighted 2011

The house was quiet as Len walked though the front door. She frowned as she walked into the living room and listened for any sound. Checking her watch she saw it was only 6:30. So where were the kids and Randa? Usually when she got home from work the kids were either running around or watching tv and Randa was working on the computer or making dinner. Walking further into the house she started calling out. “Kimmy? Ricky? Tommy?” She walked around the whole first floor but there were no signs of the kids. In fact it looked like they hadn’t been there all day, the house was spotless which was unusual when you have three 4 year olds running around. “Randa?” She called as she headed to stairs.

That’s when she heard soft music playing from somewhere upstairs. The raven haired woman ventured up looking in every room trying to find the source of the music. “Randa?” Se called once again but still got no answer. As she drew closer to the bedroom she shared with her wife Randa the music grew louder. When she opened the door she gasped.

Candles were lite all over the room lighting the room with a sensuous glow. The air smelled of lavender and was filled with the soft sounds of smooth jazz. The king size bed was made up with midnight blue silk sheets and in the middle lay Randa, dressed in a stunning red, body hugging, sheer nightie that left nothing to imagination. It showed off to perfection Randa’s 36 C breasts and was sheer enough to show her dime sized puffy nipples. Her pussy, with her neatly trimmed red curls, could also be clearly seen through the material. Her silky red hair flowed down around her shoulders. And sitting on the bed beside her was a tray with chocolate covered strawberries and two glasses of wine. “Wow.” was all Len could say as she took everything in.

“Welcome home baby.” Randa said in the sexiest voice she could muster.

Len walked over with a huge smile on her face. “What’s the occasion?”
Randa smiled back. “No occasion. I just wanted to do something special for my woman.” She sat up carefully so she wouldn’t knock down the glasses.

“Where are the kids?” Len asked refereeing to their triplets.

“They’re at mom’s.” Randa answered as she got off the bed and walked over to Len. She put her arms around her neck and kissed her. Len wrapped her arms around Randa’s waist pulling her tight to her body. “Mmm. You look beautiful baby.” She said softly.

“Thank you sweetheart. But I think you’re a little over dressed for what i have in mind.” Randa replied and started to undress Len slowly as she kissed her. She worked quickly getting Len out of her business suit, then lead her over to the bed pushing her onto it gently before joining her. Randa handed her wife a glass and they took a sip while looking the other in the eyes. So far the mood was relaxed which is how Randa wanted it. She took Len’s glass and set it on the night stand along with her own. Then she leaned over to kiss her again, a slow, long burning kiss. Their tongues danced around each other as their lips melted together. Their bodies were pressed together and Len could feel Randa’s hard nipples press against her. They moaned softly through the kiss as their hands explored each other’s body. Having been together for many years they knew just where to touch to make each other shiver and tremble with desire.

After what seemed like hours Randa broke the kiss. “Lay back darling.” She whispered and Len quickly obeyed. The redhead moved over to sit beside her and started feeding her the strawberries, kissing her between bite. Randa smiled as she watched Len slowly relax. She knew how stressed her lover had been all week over work. That’s why she planned this night, to help her relax and unwind.

Once the wine was gone and the strawberries all eaten Randa had Len roll over onto her stomach so she could massage her back. Len sighed as Randa straddled her back and started working the knots out of her shoulders. They both were quiet as Randa worked down Len’s back all the way to her ass. She massaged Len’s firm globes then started kissing them. “I love you Len.” She said quietly as she kissed and licked all over her ass making Len moan softly. “I love you too.” She replied.

Randa licked along her crack before spreading her cheeks and licked inside. Her tongue circled Len’s asshole wetting it then plunged inside making Len moan and arch off the bed. “Yes Randa!” She loved having her ass licked. Randa pushed her tongue in as far as she could and wiggled it touching as much of Len’s hot ass as she could. She thrust her tongue like a tiny cock fucking her wife’s ass. Len felt her pussy flood, she could feel an orgasm already barreling down on her fast. Her hips started to buck and her moans grew louder as she pushed back against her wife who was doing her best to make sure Len got off. Len’s body jerked hard as she screamed into her pillow, her juices flooding down her thighs as her orgasm rushed through her.

Randa kept licking until Len started to calm down. Only then did she pull away and smile. “I think you liked that.” She giggled and got off the bed to go clean up and let Len catch her breath. Once she came back she crawled between Len’s legs like a cat. Len had turned over so that she was now laying on her back but still had her eyes closed and her chest was still heaving a bit as she settled down. But before she could regain her composure Randa was on the attack again, this time she attacked Len’s clit. She put Len’s legs over her shoulders and her tongue started fighting with Len’s clit as her fingers slowly pushed into her entrance. Len pulled Randa’s face tight to her pussy. “Yes baby! Suck my clit!”

Randa sucked Len’s clit into her mouth and nibbled on it making Len cry out in ecstasy. Her fingers plunged inside and started finger fucking her lover hard and fast driving her quickly to her second orgasm. Len screamed as she climaxed, her body trembled and her breast heaved with her panting. She pulled Randa up kissing her deeply, tasting her own juices still on Randa’s lips but she didn’t mind. She pushed Randa onto her back and ripped the red nightie off her beautiful body. Her mouth captured one of Randa’s hard nipples and she sucked hard on it making her moan. Her fingers trailed down over Randa’s flat stomach through the downy red curls to her puffy lips. Len could feel the moisture there as she caressed the soft lips making Randa arch up. Then she pulled away and got off the bed making Randa pout and whine. “Where are you going?”

Len didn’t answer as she moved over to their dresser and got out their goodie box. She pulled out the strap on and turned around to Randa with a smile on her face she strapped it on. Randa smiled back and trembled with anticipation. The raven haired woman walked back over to the bed and settled between Randa’s spread legs. She rubbed the head of the dildo along her slit wetting it before placing it at Randa’s entrance. Their eyes locked Len pushed the whole thing in with one stroke. “God!” Randa cried out. They held still a moment savoring it, then Len slowly pulled out til just the head was left inside.

“Do it Len,” Randa whispered. “Please.” Len didn’t keep her waiting for long and plunged the thick dildo up Randa’s tight hole. “Ohhh fuck!” Len moaned as the strap on pressed onto her clit. Setting a steady pace she fucked Randa hard causing the head board to bash against the wall. “Ooohh YES LEN! FUCK ME!” Randa screamed out and clawed at her lovers back. The delicious pain made Len fuck even faster. “Oh fuck yeah!” Both were reaching the breaking point and were desperately fighting back from the edge. But it was a losing battle. Almost at the same time they both screaming out their passion so loud the neighbors could hear. It was a wonder no one called the cops.

Exhausted Len carefully pulled the dildo out and flopped down beside Randa both trying to catch their breath. It took them several minutes before they were recovered enough to talk. The sweat drying on their bodies made them shiver so Len pulled the covers over them and Randa cuddled close laying her head on Len’s chest.

“That was wonderful baby.” Len finally said and kissed the top of Randa’s head. “Thank you, it was just what I needed.”

Randa sighed contently and smiled. “You’re more then welcome sweetie.” Cuddled close they fell asleep both completely relaxed and in love.

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A horny man and his horny wife, with many threesomes.

An event that sticks in my memory was the afternoon my lovely little wife asked me if I wanted to take part in a threesome with her best friend! She’d met, and befriended, a single-parent at the school our daughters attended, when they started Kindergarten the year before, and she wanted the pair of us to take the friend to bed. Sadie was only twenty-two, and her son was in the same year as our daughters. Sadie and Lyndsey had become friends right at the start of the previous school year and had talked on a lot of subjects; apparently including the size of my manhood! Sadie had only ever had one lover, who had abandoned her when she fell pregnant at the tender age of seventeen. He wasn’t well endowed, and she described him as a, ‘two pumps and a squirt merchant anyway’. I thought that was rather crude, personally, but she knew him, and I didn’t. They’d only been sleeping together for a few weeks before he did a runner. He hadn’t exactly impressed her with his bedroom performance either, and my darling little wife had offered my manhood to her best friend, ‘if I’d go along with it.’

I can remember asking Lyndsey, “Is this your way of buttering me up to get to bed another bloke?” I’ve always been the suspicious type, and that seemed like the obvious reason.

She looked hurt for a few seconds and then started to smile. “Shit, I hadn’t thought of that,” she said with a laugh, “but no, I just want to get my lips around Sadie’s nipples, and my tongue right up inside her juicy little pussy. You’ve always told me that mine tastes so sweet, and I would have to agree with you, from what I’ve tasted of myself, on your fingers or your cock. Now I just want to sample another honey-pot, so that I can find out if it’s as sweet-tasting as my own. Besides that, I want to watch you get her on her knees and slip your big salami right up her virgin back passage.”

She put her hand over her heart as she said, “I’ll not ask you to share me with another bloke; I swear I won’t! I don’t want to take the risk of being disappointed with a lack-luster performance,” and I took the oath as seriously as the one she swore in the church, wearing her white silk dress. “I’m just a little curious about bedding another woman, like Sadie, and now just seems to be the time to try it. You don’t object, do you, sweetheart?” When your wife introduces her best friend and asks if you want to fuck her in the ass, do you refuse?

I turned to Sadie and asked, “Do you feel comfortable with the ideas my sweet, innocent little wife is proposing, and do you swallow?”

“I always swallowed in the short period I sucked, although I won’t claim to be any good at it; it’s a skill one of you may have to teach me. I’ve been a little bi-curious for a while now, the way Lyndsey has, and seeing as I haven’t had any sort of fuck in the last five years, good, bad, or indifferent, I’ll do what the two of you want, for a little carnal pleasure, as long you promise to be gentle with me. Somehow though, I don’t think that your wife is anywhere near as sweet or innocent as you claim she is!” All three of us laughed at that, and Lyndsey offered to teach Sadie to, quote, “suck cock like a professional little slut, just the way I do!”

We promised, and, after Sadie went on the pill, and my darling wife bought a double-ended dildo, for the next five and a bit years, we shared the matrimonial bed with my wife’s best friend on a regular basis; at least once a week; sometimes far more often. For the first couple of weeks, it was every weekday; although only for a couple of hours when the kids were at school. Lyndsey took the kids to school on a morning, picked Sadie up, and brought her home for some fun.

Unknown to me, the two of them had been watching a fair bit of porn together, and Lyndsey had taken a fancy to the idea of being a dominatrix. She’d gotten Sadie to consider being the submissive, to her dominatrix, and when the two of them arrived for the first session, I offered Sadie a glass of wine, thinking that she might need it to steady her nerves.

Lyndsey gave me a considerable shock when she announced, loudly, not to mention indescribably crudely, that, “She hasn’t got fucking time to drink fucking wine! The only thing that filthy little whore has time to do, is get into the fucking bedroom, get her fucking knickers off, and get down on her fucking knees, with her fucking tits out. After she’s sucked on my cunt, she’s going to take my big rubber cock right up her tight little cunt, really fucking hard! While I’m fucking the little whore from one end, I want you to fuck her from the other end and unload down her throat. You and me are gonna pound both of her tight little cock-sockets, till she’s fucking sore, and begging for mercy!”

Wow!! That wasn’t the Lyndsey that I knew and loved, but someone entirely different; someone aggressive in the bedroom, in a way that I never seen, in somewhere around about ten years. She’d never been aggressive in the bedroom with me; always allowing me to be in charge. When we were alone after that, Lyndsey was just as meek and submissive in bed, as she ever had been before. She was only ever aggressive and dominant when we had a third partner in the bedroom with us, and not in all of the time that she did that, was she ever able to explain it, either to herself, or to me. I don’t think that Lyndsey actually knew why she was so aggressive with another woman. Still, I can’t deny that I found such behavior from my usually mild and meek little wife to be such a huge turn-on!

I don’t think that I had ever seen anything as erotic and arousing as when I watched my wife pushing her dildo inside her best friend’s vagina, groping her breasts and asking her, quote, “How does your tight little cunt like the feel of this big rubber cock shoved up it, in place of your last boyfriend’s little wiener, you dirty little fucking ginger slut-bitch?”

I discovered that Lyndsey quite enjoyed talking rude and dirty to her best friend, in bed, and it just turned me on even more; especially when she told me, quite bluntly to, “Come on sweetheart, feed that big cock right down the little whore’s throat, and squirt into her belly. Tickle the little slut’s nostrils with your pubes, and make her do what I won’t; make her swallow your foul-tasting fuck juice, before you feed that fucking huge cock up her tight little virgin ass. As you shag her up her ass, we’ll eat each others’ cunts, and between us, we’ll make the little slut scream really fucking loud!”

Lyndsey was certainly an effective dominatrix that morning, and many other mornings, getting anything sexual that she wanted from Sadie; either for herself, or whatever she wanted to see me do to her submissive little sex-slave. Sadie did what Lyndsey wanted, for sexual pleasure like nothing she’d ever known before. The father of her child hadn’t been able to compare with what we did to her, and in exchange for such pleasure, within reason, she was happy to do what she was told.

Eventually our fun stopped when Sadie found a man to love her. He was nearly twenty years her senior, and was quite well off. Lyndsey made the introductions, and a little later, told him a bit about Sadie. She told him, in no uncertain terms that the lovely young woman he fancied was “very dirty,” and had been “quite well trained by a skilled, well-endowed stud,” and “should not be a disappointment in the sack, although whether you can keep up with her appetite is another matter entirely!”

Sadie called round to see us the day after their first date and could barely believe that, “I fucked on the first date; bareback, too! You two have turned me into right little slut! When he took me home, he told me I was a dirty little bitch, which I suppose I am, and asked if he could see me, and more importantly, fuck me again! I’ve finally found a boyfriend who knows what to do with his dick, so I guess I can’t share your bed anymore. I’ll miss our fun together, especially eating Lyndsey’s minge every week, but I’ll have to be faithful to him. Can I come back to you, and be your little slut again, if it doesn’t work out?”

We told her that she could come back and be our little slut whenever she liked, but all in all, we’d prefer it if she didn’t need to come back; it would be better for her if she stayed with her sugar daddy for as long as he lived. They married eventually; her new husband adopting her son and getting her pregnant twice more. Lyndsey found us several other women to share over the years. All were younger than we were, attractive and full-figured. I never asked where they came from, or how Lyndsey got them to agree to share our bed on a regular basis, I just enjoyed having sex with them.

We replaced Sadie within three weeks. The replacement was Judith, a twenty-nine year old, large-breasted, red haired bisexual, just recently divorced.

Unbeknownst to me, Lyndsey had put ads in a couple of on-line personal contact magazines, the day that Sadie left us, advertising for what we wanted; or perhaps more accurately, what Lyndsey wanted for herself. I didn’t even get a say in the matter!
Wanted: An adventurous, bisexual, submissive lady, for a relatively well-off thirties couple to spoil. Male; 39, tall, slim, well-endowed and handsome, with blonde hair, blue eyes and ten inches of thick cock to play with. Female; 34, likes being spanked, very attractive, long brown hair, gray eyes, five feet tall, size eight, shaved pussy, hourglass figure, an ass like a peach, tits the size of watermelons with big, suckable nipples, and very dirty between the sheets.

Looking for someone with an adventurous spirit and an open mind, willing to try most things, and must be on the pill or with a contraceptive implant for bareback. Age, looks and race far less important than the size of your tits, the sweetness of your cunt-juices, and your willingness to obey your Mistress.

We got the first reply and a photograph within a few days. There were a total of four replies; three of which included photographs of the woman responding; the picture of the fourth one wouldn’t open up.

Lyndsey selected this reply, showed me the photograph that came with it, of an attractive red-haired woman, looking to be about twenty five or so, and asked my opinion. Her choice of words was pretty crude, as I had begun to expect. “Here, stud, how do think this red-head would look on her knees, with your cock buried, balls deep, down her throat, and one of my rubber ones rammed clit deep up her cunt at the same time?”

The advert read, “My name is Judith, I’m 29, and recently divorced. Since I married, I’ve been well-trained as a submissive by my dominant, cheating bastard of an ex-husband. I’m five feet three inches tall and I wear size four clothes. I have red hair, green eyes, and my contraceptive implant is good for at least another year. I have a nice ass, big, firm, juicy 46E tits, a tight shaven pussy, and I’m willing to obey my Mistress and do what she demands of me.

There’s little my ex-husband didn’t make me do at some point, so I’m as dirty as fuck and just gagging for a good shag. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I’ve always been at least a little bi-curious, interested in sex with another woman, and I’m willing to learn how to please my Mistress. I’ve always been broadminded when it comes to sex and I haven’t been laid in way too long, so I’m willing to start as soon as possible.

I can only play during the daytime, seeing as my daughter will be at school.”

We contacted Judith and invited her to have a meal with us, in a restaurant, on an afternoon of her choosing. We met up, and got on well. Lyndsey spelled out the terms and conditions to Judith, who agreed, quite readily, to be little more than our sex-slave slut, even addressing us as ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress.’ We arranged to meet up the following day, for our first sex session, but Judith insisted that we meet up at her house. It felt a little strange to me, having sex with a woman I’d really only just met, but the woman in question was quite willing. She did what Mistress demanded, and that included letting me have her, unprotected, and anally, quite willingly, that first afternoon, although Lyndsey did insist on having ‘first ride’, as she would with any woman she got to share a bed with us.

We spoiled our little sex-slave with gifts over the following few months; including what her daughter really wanted for Christmas; and that she couldn’t afford; the newest, not to mention ridiculously expensive, games console. We bought her some nice clothes, including silk lingerie, lace underwear, leather boots, satin blouses, and skirts. Our submissive slave was invited to have Christmas dinner with us, and to bring her daughter, who was only a few months younger than our own daughters, and the three of them got on well, fast becoming friends, the way children sometimes do.

Lyndsey cooked for all of us, as she insisted that a wife should, and the meal was substantially better than Judy would have cooked for herself and her daughter. Little Chloe’s face was a picture, as she opened the wrapping on the games console, and realized what she had just been given. Judy’s wasn’t much different either. Once the girls were playing together, we both found the opportunity to take Judy downstairs into the club and have sex with her. Chloe didn’t even notice that her mother was missing for nearly an hour and a half, as she serviced her Master and her Mistress! Lyndsey won the coin-toss, and went first, leaving me to keep an eye on the children. After a considerable time, she came back into the apartment and whispered into my ear, “Your turn to go downstairs and feed the little slut your meat. I left her bent over the bar, with her knickers around her ankles, waiting for you. Spank her ass if she’s moved! I got her to sling her cunt for me several times, but I left her ass alone for you, so that you can shaft her up there really hard, and make her scream as loud as you like! No one will hear, except the pair of you.”

When I got downstairs, Judy was still bent over the bar, with her panties around her ankles, and I made love to her. Lyndsey refused to use the term; insisting that she made love only to me; she did not, under any circumstances, make love to ‘squeezes.’ Lyndsey’s opinion of squeezes was pretty simple, and pretty crude. She said that, “All they are, are cheap, easy, sluts for us to fuck.”

Perhaps Lyndsey’s head said things like that about those attractive women, but her heart said otherwise. She cared for each and every one of them; she was always buying them presents, and as often as not, in the cases of those with children, buying presents for the children as well. Those children often got birthday, and Christmas, presents that their mothers couldn’t afford to give them; frequently with their mothers’ names on them, rather than her own. She always liked to see their faces as they opened the gift-wrapped boxes, and peered at what was inside.

We kept Judy for nearly a year, before she outgrew us, and moved on into the swinging scene for real. There was no way in hell that Lyndsey was going to put up with that. She liked seeing me ejaculate in Judy, but if Judy wanted to let other men do the same to her as well, then she had to go; too much risk of me getting poxed like that, and then of me giving Lyndsey the pox, too. We kept in touch with Judy over the years, because we parted on good terms.

It didn’t take Lyndsey long to get us a replacement, and I was very surprised to be introduced to Maria; an attractive, busty, five foot, nine inch, colored woman, in her mid twenties. Ever since Sadie, Lyndsey had insisted on big breasts on the second woman to be in our bed; she always claimed to be a ‘tit woman’. As Lyndsey joked, later that day, “I’m not racist sweetheart; I’m not bothered about the color of a squeeze’s skin. What is important is the fact that she gets her tits out, drops her knickers, bends over, and opens her legs when I tell her I want to fuck her with my big rubber cock.

If she gets her womanly parts out for me, when I tell her to, then she’s acceptable in my books. I don’t care what culture she’s from, what language she speaks, or what god she worships; I’m far more concerned about the size of her tits, the tightness of her pussy, and her skills at both licking my pussy, and at sucking your cock. I want to see you give her a milky facial, while I squeeze her tits and fuck her hard from behind, during the first fuck session we have. We need to make sure that she understands the situation quite clearly!”

When we were in bed that night, Lyndsey asked me if I’d ever bedded a black girl before, and then wanted the ‘dirty, juicy, details,’ when I admitted that I had.

(I was nineteen, and at a birthday celebration. My best friend and his twin sister were celebrating their eighteenth birthday, and had convinced their parents to leave them alone with some friends. One of those guests was a busty eightteen year old colored girl, Katie. The drink flowed, along with the music, and Katie seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with me. I figured that she fancied me, so I decided to take a little risk. I kissed her, and stuck a hand up her blouse to fondle one of her breasts. I didn’t get slapped, so I put the other hand up her skirt, running my fingers over the gusset of her panties. When that didn’t get my face slapped, I put my other hand up her skirt as well, pulled her panties down a few centimeters, to slip a single finger inside her vagina, and I still didn’t get slapped.

That was like a red flag to a bull, really; groping her at a party; blatantly so, and not getting kicked in the crotch or slapped around the head. Deciding that I wanted to have sex with her, I took my reputation into my hands and asked her if she wanted to go somewhere far quieter to continue what we were already doing, and I could barely believe it when she said ‘yes’.

On the way to my home, I asked Katie how far she wanted to go, and she told me that if I had condoms, for the first time in her life, she’d go ‘all the way’ with me. I’d never slept with a virgin before, and it felt really dirty somehow; bedding an inebriated virgin like that. We didn’t bother with a great deal of foreplay, because we were both so turned on, and before too long, I had Katie on her back, as I gently penetrated her for the first time. Katie admitted that she hadn’t expected my manhood to be quite so big, and was a bit scared. I couldn’t do much, other than offer to let her back out, and then promise to be gentle, when she wanted to continue, but I still hurt her a little, with the first penetration. She left me later that night, after a romp of about three and a half hours, quite satisfied, but came back in the morning, admitting that she’d enjoyed the previous night, but begging me not tell anyone about what I’d done to her.

The effects of the alcohol had worn off both of us by then, and to be honest, I felt like a bit of a bastard for what we’d done; she was somewhat drunk after all. I felt a bit sleazy, so we decided that we wouldn’t tell anyone what we’d done, and we’d deny it if we were asked.

Whether anyone would believe our denials was another matter entirely, seeing as several people had seen me feeling her up, and noticed that we left together. We decided to tell the story that we had intended to have sex, but when she saw the size of my manhood, Katie got cold feet and backed out before giving me her cherry. The story was accepted, the way we wanted, by the majority of people.)

There were several more ‘squeezes,’ as Lyndsey called them, over the following few years. Lyndsey brought home no less than fourteen of them, possibly a couple more. By comparison, I got all of one, and in all fairness, that one got me. She was twenty one, married, and five months pregnant. She’d only just discovered that her husband was cheating on her. She agreed to forgive him, if she could have an affair, too. Just a one night stand would do; simply to make him feel the way she did.

She simply wanted him sitting at home, knowing that his darling wife was off out, getting screwed by another bloke. Therefore, she walked into the nearest bar and looked around for someone suitable to bed, and for whatever reason, she picked me. When I told her I was married, she suggested that I could share her with my wife; if my wife didn’t mind, then neither would she. I wondered about whatever chance we could have to bed the pregnant woman, seeing as our daughters were in our home! They were in their mid teens by then, so I invited Lyndsey down into the bar level, and then took the two women into a quiet room in the building. It was the only time I ever bedded a heavily pregnant, not to mention married, woman, (apart from the one who was married to me, and she didn’t want to make love when heavily pregnant), and felt a little funny. It also seemed dirty, somehow. I think it was due to the fact that she was carrying her husband’s child, as much as the fact that she wanted to be ridden bareback. She wanted her cheating husband to see the evidence of her infidelity when she returned home and got into their bed with him.

Our prize catch was a girl Lyndsey first described to me as, “A tall blonde, with a pretty face, an ass I desperately want to spank, big tits I can’t wait to get out and suck, and a mouth I want clamped around my pussy lips in the next few minutes. I want to fuck her into the middle of next week!” Boy, was she something else!

Lyndsey had originally been in the bar I managed, seeing as our daughters were away on a school trip, and the manager’s job came with a four bedroom apartment above the bar. The blonde had made a clear play to get Lyndsey into bed, despite the wedding ring. Lyndsey had approached me, pointed out the blonde and asked me, with no preamble, if I would allow her to take the blonde to bed that night, for the sole purpose of having extra-marital sex with her. I was reminded about the two weeks I spent slipping Sadie my length while Lyndsey was in hospital, so I agreed to let her, “shag the blonde girl senseless in our bed tonight, sweetheart. If she’s still there when you finish, and if she fancies it, then I’ll share her with you; I promise I will!” the way she wanted. That was about nine o’clock.

When I got into the apartment at about one o’clock the only thing I could hear from the bedroom were orgasmic groans as the two of them were still at it. The two of them were on the bed, Lyndsey on top, and her first words when I walked in were, “Hey sweetheart, what do you think of the tits on this teenage slag? Have a feel and tell me what you think.” I noticed that the owner of the breasts hadn’t even been asked whether she minded me feeling her up, but I also noticed that she made no protest. They were big and firm and I commented as such after having a good feel of them. Then I settled down to watch in the corner of the bedroom, and it was quite entertaining. The blonde girl was completely bald down below, and I could see the way her vagina was turning red from the way my darling little wife had been using it for her own pleasure.

As I sat, watching, Lyndsey instructed the blonde girl; neither of us knew her name at the time, to, “Open your mouth, darling, it’s time to have it filled full of cock.” She refused at first, eventually agreeing when she was told, “If you want to be on this bed with me, ever again, you’ll suck my husband’s cock, and swallow his cum, and you’ll do it right fucking now, you dirty little blonde slut! You knew that the price for sharing my bed was servicing my husband if you were still here when he finished work. I told you that you’d be taking sperm in at least one of your tight little teenage holes tonight. I expect that you’d prefer it in your mouth, rather than in your sore little cunt, or up your virgin ass, but if you prefer it in either of those ways, I’m sure that it can be arranged.

I’ll give you twenty seconds to have one of your cock-sockets full of my husband’s cock; I don’t suppose he’ll care which hole he sticks it in, as long as he sticks it in one of them; otherwise, you know where your clothes are. You can put them on, and piss off home, and it’s the last time you’ll ever get to sit on my face, the way you enjoy so much. Now, get your fucking mouth open you dirty little cheap whore!” Whoever she was, she didn’t like it, but she did what Lyndsey told her to do; opening her mouth for me to place my manhood in.

When Lyndsey saw the blonde, with her mouth full of my penis, her eyes seemed to light up with amusement, as her fingers wandered, and she talked dirty to the girl, telling her what to do.

Once the girl had gotten dressed and gone home, I asked Lyndsey what her name was, and was quite surprised when she didn’t know. “You fucked her for more than four hours, and you don’t know her name?” I asked.
“Nope,” she replied, as if she couldn’t have cared less, and to be fair, she probably couldn’t have cared much less.
“So what did you address her as,” seemed like a reasonable question.
“Whatever I felt like! She answered to ‘bitch’, ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, and they did for me. When she was in the elevator up to the apartment, and I told her to get her fucking knickers off, I told her that with her attitude, she really was a dirty little fucking slut, and she didn’t complain. Later on, I got her to admit what she was. She answered to ‘dirty bitch’ so I made do with that.” I was stunned, at that. I knew that Lyndsey had played a dominatrix before, but never quite like that. “She was the most fun I’ve ever had with a squeeze before, and I’m gonna have plenty more fun with her if I get my way; and judging by the noises she made, I am gonna get my way. I’m gonna make her moan, groan, and scream a whole lot more. From now on, that blonde teenage bitch is gonna be my little fucking whore, and she’s gonna do whatever the fuck I tell her to do.”
“Whatever you tell her?”
“Like tonight, sweetheart. I don’t think she was a virgin, but she hadn’t had a big cock up her cunt, before she took my big strap-on, all the way in.”
“You gave her the big one?” I asked, because I figured it would be unusual for Lyndsey to use that one on such a young girl.
“Fuck yeah; I gave her the big one all right; all eleven inches of it, hard, and from behind; like the dirty little bitch that she is; and the way I love to take your cock. If only you’d been there to watch, because you should have heard the way the little slut moaned, and squealed, as I shoved it all the way up her! She originally didn’t want me to use the big one on her, but when I showed her how easily it went up my cunt, she bent over to take it up hers when I told her to. Of course I neglected to mention the fact that I’ve had two children, and therefore am nowhere near as tight as she is.

She lay on her back first, with those gorgeous tits out, and I teased her until she was just begging to be fucked; promising me any position I wanted. After that, I got her onto her knees, with her tits in my hands, and I slowly fed that big rubber cock right up her tight little teenage cunt. It took me a while, and lots of lube to get it right up her the first time, but once it was in, I saw to her good and proper; making her scream out loud with her first orgasm! After that, she got on her knees and she begged me to fuck her again. As you saw, her pussy was turning red, when you arrived in the bedroom. I wasn’t surprised though; seeing as I had shoved the biggest of my strap-on cocks, right up her, for about the eighth or the ninth time by then; I kinda lost count after what I think, although I’m not sure, was the fifth go up that tight teenage cunt. You’re going to enjoy plowing her, too, and cumming right up her cunt; you’ll love how tight her cunt feels around your cock! She’s also very noisy in her pleasure; as you no doubt noticed, she screamed a lot as I rammed her sopping hole! At the beginning of next week, I want to watch you ram the blonde slut, hard, before I nail her up her virgin ass as well!”

We saw the girl again the following week, and after learning a little about her, properly saw to her in the bed, as Lyndsey dominated her properly; making sure that she knew who was Mistress, and who was the submissive bitch who was going to do whatever she was commanded to do. It was very clear, when Lyndsey pushed Leigh into her second act of anal sex, with me, that Leigh was always going to be submissive to Lyndsey. Originally she wanted Lyndsey to make me wear a condom, but Lyndsey wasn’t having any of that, pointing out that, “I have an implant you stupid little cunt; what do we need rubbers for? You will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, and now I am telling you to take my husband’s cock up your almost virgin ass, bareback! I want to see him shoot his load right inside you. Obey, or suffer the punishment!”

Leigh obeyed, although I had little idea of what the punishment might have been.

I was surprised to find that Leigh was an eighteen year old student, at university here in D.C. with one ex-boyfriend, who had seduced her at the age of sixteen, and who had never slept with another woman before she met Lyndsey. However, it was lust at first sight, with a sensual older woman. Despite being in her early forties though, I don’t think that Lyndsey liked being referred to as an ‘older woman.’ We arranged for Leigh to come to our place on a Tuesday morning, and a Friday afternoon, as those were times when Leigh wouldn’t be at university, and our children wouldn’t be home, and the three of us had sex for a couple of hours. Occasionally, Leigh came around to see us for reasons other than sex, if she was feeling lonely, because she never had many friends, although on those occasions we did try and get sufficient peace somewhere to have sex with her at least once.

That first morning, Lyndsey basically dictated to Leigh that she was going to be Lyndsey’s sex slave. She could agree to obey her Mistress, in whatever ‘depraved sex acts’ Mistress demanded, or she could go home; it was her choice. Like any woman though, ‘No,’ was always in her vocabulary; any time she wanted to leave, we would open the door for her. She would never be made to do anything she didn’t want to do; Lyndsey called that ‘rape,’ and pointed out that we weren’t that way inclined. She admitted to knowing what it felt like to be raped, and said that she never wanted to feel as if she was doing that to another woman. We wanted a willing partner; one we would give pleasure to, when she was in our bedroom.

It was clear to both Lyndsey and myself, right from the start, that Leigh’s interest in sex with the two of us, centered entirely on Lyndsey; I just got in the way of that. Leigh knew though, that if she wanted Lyndsey, then she had to accept my participation in events. That changed within the first couple of months though, as she realized how much pleasure she could get, from letting me make love to her, in a way that her ex never really managed to do.

The change in attitude manifested in an unusual way. One day I was sitting in my office, up to my ears in paperwork; which I’ve always hated, when there was a knock on the door. I figured that there would only have been myself and Lyndsey in the building, seeing as our daughters were out, and would be out for hours. Besides which, it wasn’t as if any of those three ever knocked on the door, anyway; they just barged right in! I got up to open the door, quite puzzled as to who I could expect to find on the other side of it, and was quite surprised to see Leigh standing there, wearing what she called her ‘I’ve just been on the receiving end of a big rubber dick,’ look.

Clearly Lyndsey had arranged the outfit for her, and brought her to me, quickly leaving after knocking on the door, because Leigh would have been unable to reach the office, wearing that blindfold, and she wouldn’t have been able to knock on the door, with her hands cuffed behind her back.

She was a lovely, sexy sight, I must admit. She was wearing a short skirt, high boots and a silk blouse; and they were all she was wearing. The skirt had been turned sideways, with only the top button fastened, and the material was pulled up and pinned to the lower portion of her blouse, baring her vagina, which had clearly been recently put to use; there was artificial lubricant spread around the outside of it, and spread around the top couple of inches of her thighs. The blouse had been opened all the way to the collar button, and the bottom button fastened behind her back, baring her magnificent firm teenage breasts. Written in Lyndsey’s elegant handwriting, on the area of skin where her pubes should have been were the words ‘Insert cock here, sweetie’ with an arrow pointing down to her vagina.

I grabbed one of her arms, pulled her into the office, and shut the door. Then I pushed her back against the door, cupped her breasts, and kissed her. It was something that Lyndsey never liked to see me doing. To this day, I haven’t figured that one out. I never figured out how it was worse for Lyndsey to see me kissing another woman, than it was for her to see me having every kind of sex imaginable with that same woman, but that was how it was.

“Mistress’s compliments,” Leigh said, after I’d stopped kissing her. “You must be getting bored with paperwork by now, so Mistress sends some entertainment, and I’m ready to serve.”
“Serve?” I asked.
“Yes Master. I have my orders from Mistress. I’m to have one load of cum shot up into my slit, and another load splattered all over my face, and then I’m to be sent back upstairs to Mistress, so that she can see that I’ve been an obedient slave.”
“You didn’t say anything about being on the pill, before.” I observed.
“I’m not,” she answered.
“You’re not on the pill, and you want unprotected sex?” I asked; quite surprised, as you might expect.
“Mistress commanded it of me, so I will do as I am told. If I don’t, I’ll be punished again.”
“Punished?” I asked.
“Yes Master; punished. When I told Mistress that I didn’t want to have your baby, she promised me an abortion if I fell pregnant, and then she bent me over her lap and spanked me for questioning her order. Mistress spanks hard, too! Then she repeated her order, threatening me with another spanking if I didn’t do what I was told.”
“What was the order she gave you?”
“I can’t repeat it; I’m not allowed to use such foul language.”
“She won’t hear you, and I won’t tell her.”
“You promise, Master?” Leigh asked.
“Of course,” I assured her.
“Ok then. Mistress reminded me that I’m no better than a dirty little fucking blonde slut-bitch from the projects, where Mistress says I would be popular among the locals; especially dressed like this. Mistress said that she only keeps me around for the pretty face she likes to sit on, the big firm tits she likes to squeeze, and the fact that I’m a dirty, obedient little cunt who takes cock any way that she’s told to. She told me that I’m only good for one thing anyway; spreading my legs for cock, and then she told me to get my cute, shapely, tight, whorish little ass into your office, and beg you to fill my barely legal little cunt with spunk, and then squirt more spunk all over my pretty face. I have to do both, to avoid being punished, so, please Master, fill my cunt with spunk, and then squirt on my face, because really I am just Mistress’ filthy little blonde slut-whore. I suppose that I may as well be your filthy little slut-whore, too.

How do you want me, Master; bent over the edge of your desk, or on my back, on the floor; I’ll let you do it to me any way you want.”
“Up against the wall,” I replied, figuring that it would be more comfortable for her than being bent over the sharp, wooden desk edge. There wasn’t a great deal of space on the floor either, so I maneuvered Leigh into the correct position, with her back up against the office wall, and then, keeping hold of those magnificent big firm breasts, I began to make love to her.

Before too long I decided to turn her round, rolled up the back of her mini-skirt, and got her to keep hold of it in her hands. Then, pressing her breasts into the wall, I pulled her hips away from it, and eased myself back inside her, telling her that, “You’re right about what you are, Leigh; you’re a filthy little eighteen year old whore. But you’re a downright beautiful, filthy little whore. If I wasn’t married, I’d love to do this to you every day.” From the angle of her face, I swear that she blushed slightly from the compliment on her beauty, and on her desirability. Feeling the moment of climax approaching, I withdrew most of my manhood from her vagina, and I gave Leigh another chance to back out, before I ejaculated inside her. The feeling of Leigh pushing her hips back to push my penis back inside her vagina, and the whispered instruction to, “Just fill my tight little teenage cunt with spunk, Master, please. I’ve never had a man spunk in my cunt before and I don’t care about the consequences. I want you to be the first to initiate my cunt, and I don’t care if you get me up the duff because of it!” was one of those feelings; the description of which just can’t be put into words. Therefore I took a firm grip on Leigh’s hips, and buried myself right back inside her.

It felt a little strange to me, to be ejaculating inside Leigh; knowing that we weren’t using any contraception, and knowing that I could get her pregnant, but she wanted me to, so I did.

After I had sex with Leigh, I got back to my paperwork, but I left my pants around my ankles, and a few minutes later, Leigh maneuvered herself around my desk, with my directions, difficult though it was with the blindfold still on, inviting me to hold out my manhood and guide her open mouth around it. Then she went down on me; reminding me to ejaculate all over her face, after which she asked for my assistance in operating the elevator, so that she could go back to her beautiful Mistress, to be inspected for obedience, and as I watched my semen trickling down her face, dripping onto her breasts, she looked just so dirty, that I could quite happily have taken her again, and again and again. I failed to resist the temptation to slip a couple of fingers inside her, and then gently put them into her mouth to have them sucked clean. I’d have kissed her again if it hadn’t been for the semen that I’d squirted on her face.

Apparently Mistress was pleased with her little slave’s obedience, and didn’t spank her again. Lyndsey sent Leigh into the shower to clean the ‘disgusting mess’ off her skin, ready to take her back into the bedroom, tie her to the bed, and sit on her face for a sixty-nine. I had been surprised at first, both that Lyndsey would go down on her slave, seeing as she had semen in her vagina, and that Leigh enjoyed letting Lyndsey treat her so badly, obeying Mistress’ commands, but it was quite clear that she did enjoy it. The worse she was treated, the happier she seemed to be.

Later that night, I tried to tactfully get Lyndsey talking about what we’d done with Leigh earlier on. I guess I wasn’t quite tactful enough, because Lyndsey figured out what the conversation was going to be about and said, “I know I spanked her a bit too hard, so I apologized when you sent the cum-splattered mess back to me. I asked what she wanted from me, to make up for my bad behavior. Next time she’s here, she wants to see me with my mouth full of your sperm, and then I’m to swallow the lot. Clearly she really wants to punish me, because after that, I’m to bend over, and take the big dildo, rear entry, as she squeezes my tits and spanks my buttocks, while you fire another load down my throat.”

Rear entry was one thing squeezes weren’t allowed to do to Lyndsey; that was the one thing that she reserved for me alone, but she must have been feeling guilty at her treatment of Leigh, to allow that; especially with the biggest of her double ended dildos. That was bigger than my real penis, and so far it had never been fed into her anus; into several squeezes’ anuses, yes; including Leigh’s, but never between the halves of Mistress’ lovely, plump little peach.

Two days later, that changed. We got Lyndsey onto the bed, naked, and I settled down above her head, feeding my penis into her mouth, as Leigh eased two fingers into her vagina, and began to talk dirty to her. I’ll probably never forget the way an eighteen year old girl told my darling wife to, “That’s it, you filthy little fucking slut; you take that cock to the back of your dirty mouth, and milk it for all it’s got. Take every drop down into your belly, like the good little whore that you are!”

When Lyndsey had swallowed my semen, Leigh got her onto all fours on the bed, and demanded that she part her plump buttocks, to be lubed up for the big rubber prick; she wasn’t going to get away with taking one of the smaller ones. Just the sight of that big rubber penis being fed into my little wife’s anus was enough to turn me on again, and listening to the way Leigh talked to Lyndsey, the way Lyndsey usually talked to Leigh, just made it even better; especially when she told me to, “Come on stud, it’s time for the dirty little bitch’s second helping of man-milk. Stick it as far down her throat as it’ll go; she’ll deep-throat you now, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’d better fucking swallow!”

Within an hour, Leigh had also taken the big rubber phallus, rear-entry, as she sucked on the real phallus, and that was probably one of the best sessions the three of us ever had, especially the moment that Leigh took front and rear entry at the same time. Within a month, Leigh missed a period, seeing as her Mistress had demanded to see her with a vagina full of semen on a regular basis. She missed the next period, too, so she was clearly pregnant. She swore that I was the only man she’d had sex with, so the baby must have been mine. She needed an abortion, which we paid for, as Mistress promised we would, and we got her a supply of the pill at the same time, so that I could have her unprotected, whenever Mistress demanded it, and Mistress demanded it quite frequently.

We bedded Leigh all the way through her university course, until she went home, and, as my darling little wife put it, ‘If a girl could get a qualification for slutiness, she’d get whatever the top mark was.”

We got a single letter from Leigh, about six or seven months after she went back home, to take her place in the family business. She told us that she’d missed us terribly, until she found a new Master and Mistress to serve. Apparently Leigh’s new owners were an experienced dominatrix, in her early thirties, and her husband, and the pair of them had put Leigh through her paces at the end of their first ‘date’, and had pronounced Leigh the best little slave they’d ever had. Leigh also conveyed the thanks of her new owners, to the couple who had trained her as a submissive, so well. She was already pregnant with her Master’s baby and was going to be rewarded for going full-term with the child and giving it up to her Mistress to adopt, because Mistress couldn’t have one of her own. There was no return address on the letter, so we were unable to send a reply, and there were no more letters. Leigh was our last little squeeze; we just never did get around to replacing her.

I think it was simply the fact that we knew we’d never get any better than Leigh; anyone else would be an anti-climax.

At one point, I had offered Lyndsey a threesome with another bloke, or a foursome, with another couple, if she wanted it. It was, I said, only fair, after the amount of other women I’d gotten to have sex with, while I was married to Lyndsey. She wouldn’t hear of it, despite being curious as to the amount of pleasure she may have been able to get from another man. A couple we’d known for years had always been into the swinging scene for as long as we’d known them, and they’d talked to us about it many times; offering to take us with them one night, because they thought we’d both be well received at one of the parties they attended. She liked the look of me, and he liked the look of my wife, and both figured that the opinions would be shared by many of the other swingers. I knew that Lyndsey was curious, solely from her facial expressions; I could read her like a book by then! To be fair, though, she could also read me like a book, and she’d been able to do it for far longer than I had been able to read her. I asked her why she didn’t want to do it, because I could clearly see that she was interested, and received a reply I would not have imagined, even though I had known her more than twenty years by then.

She took me by the hand and silently led me into the bedroom, before picking up one of her rubber penises and saying, “If we bring another woman into this bedroom, and I put this on, I can have as much fun with her as you can. I can orgasm from sticking this into her pussy, in the same way that she can orgasm from you putting the real thing into hers. If we bring another man to bed, you don’t have that option. I can’t see you wanting to bugger another bloke; nor him wanting to do that to you, so it would simply be unfair to you, for me to have the fun of a second man in the bedroom, while you got nothing in return!

I’ll do it for you, if you really want to watch another bloke fuck me; I’ll kneel on the bed and let him fill me with his sperm if you want me to, but I’m not really bothered about it myself. I don’t need extra-marital cock, sweetheart, considering the size of yours, and the ability you have to pleasure me with it, whenever you feed it to me. After all, I have you, and you’re all I’ll ever need!”

She knelt down at my feet, and said, “I appreciate the offer though, sweetheart, and I’ll not forget the consideration that prompted you to make it. I promised you, before our very first threesome, that I would never ask your permission to bed another man, and it’s a promise I will keep until the day I die, or the day you get another woman, and don’t share her with me! I’ll be content with using one of my rubber cocks on whichever women you or I can get to drop their knickers for us. If you fancy some extra-marital cunt, sweetheart, then as long as you bring that self-same cunt home, for me to have my share of, with my big rubber cock, I’ll let you have first ride; I’ll contentedly watch you spray your load inside her, if she’s dirty enough to let you do that. I might even lick it out of her afterwards, as you ride me. That’s the closest we’ll get to fair fun for both of us; a bi-babe we can both fuck, and I’ll be content with that.” Then she reached into the bedside cabinet for a condom, to thank me for the offer I’d just made!

I explained to my darling little wife, that it wasn’t something I wanted to see; I just thought that after she’d brought so many women home, and permitted me to have my wicked way with them, that it would be mean of me not to allow her another man, on occasion, if she wanted to permit one to have his wicked way with her. For the next couple of days, Lyndsey bent over backwards to please me; she was so moved by my willingness to let her have another man, regardless of my thoughts, if it was what she wanted.

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Slave cunt is displayed and used at a private bdsm party with male and female slaves and their depraved owners.

Chapter Sixteen: A Private Party

It had been a month since I felt the warm sun on my skin at the farm and I hadn’t since left the quaint single story abode that my Master inherited after his mother died. I was comfortable with my routines as they gave me structure and comfort. Sometimes he would even generously dump the scraps from his plate into my dog bowl, providing me with variety beyond my usual broth and cold oatmeal. I felt special and loved when he would charitably share such gifts with me. I was a lucky little cunt indeed for having such a caring Master.

I never ventured back into the basement after that night at the party. Master still went down there a few times a day to get things from storage or deal with house issues but it was made clear to me that my area was upstairs and venturing back into the basement would result in a severe punishment. I certainly didn’t want to face a harsh reprimand, but more so, the thought of disappointing my owner filled my flat little tummy with dread.

It was the early afternoon and I had just finished eating my lunch of cold chicken broth while in the eat position. As always I ran my soft pink tongue over the smooth gleaming surface of my bowl, lapping every drop of the delicious liquid. I crawled to the bathroom and was squatting over my bucket, the warm yellow pee spraying out of me with force loudly striking the gray metal interior of the container when my Master appeared in the doorway.

“You may remember meeting Lady Kara at that party we went to a while ago,” Master said as he gazed at the flow of yellow liquid streaming from between my legs. “She’s having her event tonight and I told her that we’d attend. Does that sound like something you’d like to do?”

My eyes lit up and my heart started pounding wildly. Another chance to get out of the house and see people was thrilling news indeed. “Oh yes Master, yes please Master,” I exclaimed excitedly as my stream of salty urine turned into a dribble and finally a few errant drops before stopping entirely. “Please may the Cunt go with its Master tonight?”

“Since you’ve been such a good little fucktoy, I’ll allow it. Start getting yourself ready my faithful bitch in heat, hair, makeup and the works. We want to look your best to reflect well on your owner. You have permission to forgo the remainder of your edging sessions and pose work for the rest of the day in order to get ready.”

I quickly scurried on all fours to my Master’s feet and got into ‘thank’ position, kissing his slippers profusely while raising my plugged ass and arching my back just as I had been trained.

He leaned over and gently pushed on the plug that stretched my rectum, reminding me of how filled I was. “Go ahead now, my little toy, get ready and make me proud.”

I spent several hours preparing myself. I showered, washed and styled my silky long dark hair and applied makeup to make myself look beautiful for my owner. Master left out the shiny black latex dress and stripper heels for me to wear. Whatever clothing adorned my body was the choice of my Master and if it pleased him for me to be seen in this outfit again, that was all that mattered.

After inspecting me thoroughly including having me twirl around several times to give my Master the full view of my little body, he clipped a leash to the O ring at the front of my collar and led me to the garage where his chariot, the familiar rusted Toyota, sat waiting to escort us to the party. On the journey to our destination I enjoyed the beauty of the orange sunset. The way the sky lit up in bright bands of pink and purple as the clarity of daylight gave way to the mystery of darkness. We drove through the brightly lit gates of a large house just as the digital clock on the dashboard struck six and travelled up the cobblestone driveway, parking near the front next to a variety of fancy European luxury cars.

Master helped me out of his compact Corolla and held my slim arm as I adjusted my latex dress, pulling the hem of the slick shiny garment down until it barely covered the round cheeks of my firm behind. I took small strides on the smooth stones, careful not to slip while wearing the platform stripper heels that were tightly secured onto my small feet and the slender chain leash dangled freely from the heavy steel collar that graced my slender neck. My lithe little body felt sexy, slutty and desirable in my fetish friendly attire and I had spent the entire day ensuring that my hair and makeup were perfect. Master on the other hand was disheveled; his weighty figure dressed as if he picked up the wrinkled clothes from a pile of dirty laundry on the floor and put them on. We approached the walkway where an intimidating looking bald man wearing a dark suit and a headset kept a watchful eye over the entrance.

He held one of his thick arms out to block us from proceeding and with a disinterested monotone voice inquired “name?”

My Master cleared his throat and weakly answered “Arnie…Arnie Pierce.”

The daunting gatekeeper stared at Master dismissively before reluctantly scanning a piece of paper attached to the clipboard in his hand. “You’re not on the list.”

“What do you mean I’m not on the list,” Master pleaded. “Lady Kara invited us. Check the list again. Arnie Pierce.”

“You’re not on the list Sir. Perhaps you would like for me to check under the lady’s name?”

“It’s not going to be under her name.”

“Then I’ll have to ask you to leave Sir.”

“Fine,” Master capitulated. “Her name is the Cunt.”

“Seriously? That’s her name?”

“Yes, that’s her legal name. I’m telling you the truth!”

The menacing guardian rolled his eyes and shook his head before returning his gaze to the register before him. “Well what do you know; I do have the Cunt on the list. ” He gave his headset a tap and said “I have a young lady at the front named the Cunt.” He bobbed his hairless head in a nodding motion, tapped his headset again and turned to us. “She’ll be out momentarily, please step to the side.”

Master played with the handle of my leash with one hand as the chubby fingers of his other hand found their way under my dress and gently caressed my firm rear. We didn’t have to wait long before Lady Kara clad in black leather and thigh high boots strode confidently down the walkway with her little blonde slave following dutifully behind. “Oh there you are, you stunning creature,” she said as she opened her arms and gave me a strong hug, pulling me into her ample bosom. She then grasped my willowy frame by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. “You are even more spectacular than I remember. I’m so glad you decided to attend tonight. You remember my slave Holes don’t you?”

“I thought her name was Drink Holder,” Master interjected.

“For that party it was. For this party it’s Holes you silly man.” She said dismissively as she turned to her pierced pet and said “tell them why your name is Holes.”

“My name is Holes because I am a worthless trio of holes,” she answered obediently.

“Good girl! Indeed that is exactly what you are. The Cunt here is going to be serving with you tonight. Why don’t you welcome your new slave sister properly and take her in the back to help prepare her for the evening’s festivities.”

“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess,” she said as she bent her petite body into a respectful curtsy. Holes approached me and placed her small hands on my arms, pulling her beautiful form against mine, only a thin layer of latex stood between our tits which seemed to melt together. She looked into my crystal blue eyes and slowly pressed her soft crimson lips against my own. Her pierced pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and into mine, exploring my gums and dancing joyfully with my soft saliva coated tongue. I breathed deeply of her scent and indulged in the flavor of her mouth as we held a long passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever.

“Where are all the other guests?” My Master inquired.

“Oh they’ll be along soon enough. No need for you to worry about that. Thank you again for lending your beautiful slave to me for the evening, truly I’m grateful. You may come to collect her at midnight.”

“What are you talking about? I’m coming to your party,” he protested.

“Oh dear Arnie, I simply must apologize. I fear we’ve had a bit of a miscommunication. The invitation was only for your slave, it was never for you. I mean seriously dear, you could not have actually thought that offer could have included you. Just look at you. You simply don’t belong here and you wouldn’t fit in at all. How a man like you got a gorgeous slave like your Cunt is beyond me. At any rate there you have it and if you will excuse me, I must take my leave as I have a great deal left to do to prepare for my soiree.”

Holes quickly broke off our kiss with several clear strands of saliva continuing to connect our mouths together and she took my hand in hers. Lady Kara swiftly turned and marched back up the path toward the front door of the house with Holes and I keeping pace behind her.

Master started to follow but the large gatekeeper stepped into the middle of the path to prevent him from proceeding up the walkway. “I’m sorry Sir, I can’t let you inside.”

“That’s my slave, she belongs to me! Give her back now!”

“I can’t do that Sir, you need to leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until you give me my slave back.”

“As Lady Kara said, you may collect her at midnight. This is private property and you are trespassing. If you don’t leave now I’ll be forced to contact the police service. Is that really what you want?”

The voices became muted as I reached the doorway and I glanced back to see my Master’s shoulders slump in defeat as he turned and made his way back to the corroded heap that sat out of place between the elegant vehicles.

Holes pulled me into the opulent entryway and led me down the hall toward the back of the house. The sound of my high heels clacking on the smooth white marble floors echoed throughout the lavish residence with each step I took. Holes was barefoot and seemed to glide along in her exposed natural state. I admired her little body which looked not too dissimilar from my own. Except for her hair color and the fact that her tits were slightly larger, our willowy bodies and pierced flesh could have easily passed as mirrors of each other.

We reached a large marble bathroom and her posture and facial expression suddenly became more relaxed as she closed the door. “I thought you were really cute when I saw you at the club; I’m so glad Goddess invited you to join us tonight,” she said with a bright smile as she spoke with a slight lisp due to her tongue piercing. “My name is actually Cara but obviously Goddess calls me whatever she wants. I like it; it’s a lot of fun.”

We stood together in an awkward silence before Holes spoke again. “You are able to speak right? I mean can you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am, the Cunt can speak and understand you.”

“Whew, you had me worried for a minute. Are you just the quiet type?”

“No Ma’am, the Cunt may not speak unless spoken to.”

“Okay first of all I have that same rule but it only applies when we’re in the presence of our owners or other superiors. When we’re alone together we can speak freely. Second, I’m not a Ma’am. I’m an owned animal just like you. Since we’re equal slaves, why don’t you call me sister and I’ll do the same for you, okay?”

“Yes sister, the Cunt can do that.”

“So sister, what’s your real name?” She asked as she unclipped the leash that dangled freely from my gleaming steel collar.

“Its real name is the Cunt,” I replied with a look that showed my confusion about the meaning of her question. “Master even showed the paper to the Cunt that was filed with the court that made it so.”

“And the court accepted that? That’s just wild. Such total dedication to your owner is something I really respect,” she said as she unzipped the back of my shiny latex dress and slid the straps off my shoulders, gently gliding the garment down my slender body and over my toned legs until she was at my feet and I stepped out of the gleaming outfit. While she was down there she unstrapped the black stripper heels from my dainty feet and removed them. When she stood erect again I saw that we were nearly the exact same height. She embraced me once more, our breasts pressing directly into each other, our nipple rings colliding and my glimmering silver bells pushing into her soft white flesh. “We are going to have such fun together tonight, I promise,” she said with a comforting smile.

Our lips came together once more and we spent a few more minutes enthusiastically discovering each other’s mouths with our tongues. I sensed the large ring that dangled from the tip of her soft pink organ as it occasionally hit my teeth and I wondered what it would feel like to have such a decoration in my own tongue. Finally our kiss broke again with even more saliva strands connecting our soft mouths.

“Have you ever had an enema?” She asked with her mouth so close to mine that I could feel her sweet warm breath on my skin.

I nodded “yes sister, my Master gives me one every day.”

“Excellent, then you already know what to expect.” She said as she prepared the enema bag and corresponding hose and nozzles. “First let’s get that plug out of you sister, you won’t need it tonight, Goddess has other plans for our asses,” she said with a wink.

The willowy blonde slave motioned for me to bend over and grab the edge of the tub before she gripped my jeweled pink princess plug and twisted and turned it, pulling ever so slowly and gently until it escaped the confines of my rectum with a pop. “I wish you could see how beautifully your ass is gaping right now. Goddess is right, you really are stunning and so exotic looking too.”

She lubed up the end of the nozzle and inserted it deep into my anus before injecting the water deep inside my bowels. She released a reasonable amount of fluid then directed me to the toilet to expel the water before washing my insides another two times. Since I didn’t have to hold the water inside me for very long I didn’t even have to suffer the usual cramping that I had on a daily basis when my Master cleaned me out nor did my belly become distorted as was the case when I had to hold a much larger volume of fluid.

“There doesn’t that feel better? You’re all clean inside and out and ready to be used.” Suddenly the bathroom door pushed open and Lady Kara stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Holes quickly fell to her knees and pressed her forehead to the shining marble tile at her feet in a sort of greet pose. I swiftly followed her example and pressed my head to the floor next to her. I felt the Mistress’ fingers dance along my stretched spine as I dutifully held my position.

“I’m very impressed with you Cunt. You are a very well trained animal,” she said as her fingers continued to gently rub my skin. I felt waves of tingles flow from my tummy and through my body at her praise. “Kneel up Cunt and stick out your tongue,” she commanded.

I obeyed quickly not wanting to disappoint the beautiful dominatrix. I swiftly moved to my knees, arching my back and thrusting out the udders that I cupped in my small hands before pushing my pink tongue through my lips. She grabbed the tip of it with her thumb and forefinger and inspected it closely. “It’s so unfortunate that you lack a ring in this organ, my pretty little pet. If you were mine we would have remedied that failure long ago.” She released my soft saliva soaked tongue and her delicate digits fluttered to my slender neck where they brushed over the cold metal collar that was a part of my being. “It is unfortunate that this ridiculous thing is locked on,” she said with a sigh. “Stand up Cunt and bend over.”

I followed her commands, obediently standing and bending. “I do so love your vaginal piercings but this mess with the little chains is simply not appropriate at all for my event.” Lady Kara carefully unclipped each of the slender silver chains from my labia rings before unbuckling and removing the black leather straps from my lean thighs. For the first time in recent memory my sensitive pink flesh wasn’t being pulled and stretched and the sensation of not being spread and open was a strange one at first. “Turn around little Cunt and let me look at you.” I straightened up and faced the beautiful dominant. “Much better; have my little pets finished preparing themselves?”

“Yes Goddess, Holes and Cunt are cleaned out and ready Goddess,” Holes quickly responded from her position on the floor.

“Excellent, such good toys you both are. Then on your feet Holes and both of you may follow me to the foyer.”

“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess,” Holes said as she quickly hopped to her feet. Lady Kara spun around on the platform of her boot and exited the room with her two naked female pets following obediently behind.

We reached the front foyer where the Mistress instructed my new slave sister and I to stand on a small marble platform facing each other while she brought in a small bag from the next room. She had us hug each other and affixed thick black leather cuffs to my wrists, securing my hands together behind Holes’ back before applying the same method of bondage to Holes, forcing our bodies into a tight and warm embrace.

Lady Kara hooked a small luggage lock through the shiny silver ring that penetrated my left nipple and connected it through the gleaming golden ring in Holes’ right nipple and clicked it closed, locking Holes and I together by our stiff little pink nubs of flesh. Our other nipple was also locked and even our clit and labia rings found themselves secured together with a series of small locks, our pink flesh brought together as one.

She pulled out a bright red ball gag with a tangle of black straps leading from it and held it in front of our faces. “I actually wanted to lock your tongue rings together, but obviously that plan won’t work so feast your pretty eyes on the backup plan; a double ball gag.”

Holes obediently opened her mouth wide the instant Lady Kara held the gag in front of her, anxious to demonstrate her obedience for her owner. The device was pushed between her soft ruby lips and the dominatrix deftly fastened the straps to hold it in place. She then gently pushed my head forward toward Holes’ gagged orifice and I instinctively opened my mouth to allow the soft rubber device to lodge itself between my lips. Buckles were fastened and I found myself staring in Holes’ beautiful green eyes, the breath from her nose and mine commingling as our mouths were locked together in a permanent kiss denied.

Indeed the two of us were now a singular organism, existing together in one connected body. We breathed together as one, our chests rising and falling in unison. I could feel the tug on the various nubs of sensitive flesh that connected to hers with each slight movement she made.

It wasn’t long before Lady Kara’s kinky guests began to arrive. She stood at the doorway and greeted them with enthusiasm and warmth. The first was an elegant looking older man with dark hair and olive skin who entered with a gorgeous redhead on a leash who was wearing only her collar and restraints. Her ample tits jiggled with the movement of her hips and her beauty electrified the room.

“Ricardo, thank you for coming, it’s been far too long!” Kara exclaimed as she moved in to give the cultured gentleman an air kiss on each side of his face. “I see you still have the lovely Flame, how are you dear?” She inquired as she stepped forward to give the willowy pale skinned submissive a firm hug.

“I’m good Goddess Kara, happy as always on the end of my Master’s leash.”

“You’ve had her for four years now, haven’t you Ricardo?”

“Six actually, she’s been a delight to own and we’re always finding new things to explore together.”

“Oh my, where does the time go?”

“I know what you mean my dearest Kara. I must compliment you on your choice of décor for the evening, what a beautiful pair those two make. Are they both yours?”

“The blonde is mine, her name for the evening is Holes and if at any time when she’s free you address her by her name, she’ll gladly display all of her orifices for you.”

“How clever you are indeed Kara. Your creativity never ceases to amaze me. What of this stunning brunette that you have so ingeniously attached to the lovely Holes?” My skin turned flush as the conversation became about me and I found myself enjoying the way the dominants were discussing me as if I had no capacity to understand them.

“Unfortunately she’s merely a rental for the evening. Indeed I wish I could own her, for I’m afraid her current dominant and I use that term in the broadest possible way, is simply not up to the task of training a thoroughbred like her properly. How he convinced her to become his slave is beyond me.”

“You never know my captivating Kara; it took two years to convince Flame to submit to me. She was concerned about our age difference as well as the discomfort she was feeling with regard to her own submissive instincts. Eventually she came around. Perhaps one day your raven haired beauty here will realize that she can do better and find herself at your doorstep.” Flame slid her dainty hand down her Master’s arm in a display of love and devotion, clearly content to be on his leash.

“One can only hope, my friend. Please enjoy the parlor, I’ve left out some equipment to serve as appetizers to keep you occupied in the meantime.”

Lady Kara continued to greet every guest with equal passion. The dominants were generally dressed in elegant suits and dresses or in high quality fetish attire. Both male and female submissives on the other hand were usually naked and leashed and most had leather or metal restraints locked upon their bodies. Every guest upon entry took note of the beautiful pair of girls on the pedestal who were locked together by their various parts. They enjoyed the way our saliva flowed freely from behind the ball gag that Holes and I shared, the slimy sticky liquid dripping down to where our tits smashed together, making our skin glisten from the moisture.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that a group of four had arrived in the foyer. A middle aged man in an Armani suit and his stylish blonde wife entered, each with a leash in their hands. The gentleman was controlling a naked male with wavy blonde hair who crawled ahead of him while the wife held the lead of a very pretty university aged blonde girl who slinked alongside the male. Both pets were naked except for their dog collars and the shiny black rubber tails that stood at attention at their rears attached via plugs that filled their rectums. Further, their noses had been painted black to give them a pseudo canine appearance. The male’s erect cock swung freely between his legs as he skulked along and the female’s large tits swayed beneath her with each movement.

“Oh Bethany and Tom, you have unequivocally outdone yourselves tonight!” Lady Kara squealed with excitement. “Are these the new pets that you acquired? I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Indeed they are new,” Tom confirmed. “We just got them about a month ago so please forgive us if their training is not yet complete.”

“No worries Tom, I’m sure they’ll perform just fine. How did you obtain them?”

“The girl, we named her Fluffy, contacted me on a sugar daddies website,” Tom explained. “The poor thing was drowning in student loan debt, could barely make rent and had become rather desperate. Naturally the humane thing was to take in her and provide her with the opportunity to have her financial troubles erased in exchange for a mere two years of servitude.”

“Fluffy is a wonderful little animal too, just a joy to own,” Bethany piped up. “Spot here was her boyfriend and somehow he ended up becoming a part of the package. Of course their relationship status has changed rather dramatically, now they’re kennel mates though we do allow them to earn coupling privileges on special occasions.

Fluffy extended her pink tongue and lapped Spot’s face, generously licking his lips and leaving a gleaming layer of her saliva around his mouth. “Woof woof!” She proudly exclaimed as she wiggled her firm tanned ass back and forth.

Spot moved quickly behind Fluffy, licking her anus around her tail before wiggling his tongue over the moist folds of her exposed sex causing Fluffy to let out a series of deep moans of pleasure. As Spot moved his torso up on to Fluffy’s back, his hard cock bobbed about to find the entrance to her fuck tunnel. Tom gave the leash in his hand a sharp yank and Spot swiftly abandoned his attempts to mate with Fluffy to return to her side. “Down boy!” Tom exclaimed. “Sorry about that Kara, Fluffy is in heat and Spot is constantly trying to mount her.”

“Truly brilliant,” Kara declared with admiration. “You always were skilled at staying ahead of the latest trend Bethany. Soon everyone will want to own puppies like yours. You will simply have to give me a demonstration of the tricks they’ve learned since becoming your faithful pets.”

“You can count on it Kara,” Tom replied. “And may I say I love your sculpture, simply breathtaking. I recognize your adorable little slave but who is the other dazzling creature attached to her?”

“That my darling is the Cunt; she is such a delight isn’t she?”

“Most certainly she is and what a wonderfully de***********ive name as well. You consistently have an eye for quality my dear,” Bethany interjected.

The dominants chatted for a few more minutes, exchanging pleasantries and catching up before Lady Kara escorted them into the parlor. Holes and I stood as still as we could in the empty foyer though being so close to her and feeling her breath on my skin had me in a heightened state of arousal. I wanted so desperately to taste her and her eyes spoke volumes about her desires for me, but in our current bondage our sexual needs were as denied as the kiss that was thwarted by our shared ball gag.

After a while Lady Kara entered the foyer and deftly began to remove the locks that held Holes and I together. “It’s almost time for dinner so we need to get you two positioned properly,” she said with a comforting smile.

She held out a delicate leather gloved hand to help each of us down from our pedestal before motioning for us to follow her into the opulent dining room. A long table was set with expensive looking plates and cutlery. The Mistress pulled out a chair which we used to climb on to the table and kneel in the empty space in the middle. Holes knew to get into what was essentially an eat pose with her tits down, arms out front, spine arched and ass raised. I saw how Holes was positioned and I quickly emulated her, backing my ass up until it touched her silky smooth skin in accordance with Lady Kara’s instructions.

“Raise your rear ends girls; I need for your anuses to point to the ceiling,” she said, directing us into the proper position. We both shifted to try and point our back holes properly.

Lady Kara pulled out a large purple double headed dildo that flopped about as if it was looking for a home or in our case, two homes to penetrate. She tenderly touched Holes between her legs, feeling the how moist her little hole was before I sensed her warm fingers at the entrance of my love tunnel as well, spreading my soft pink labium and making contact with the copious amount of slick pussy juices that my lithe body was happily producing.

I felt the head of the silicone invader push my sex open and stretch me as the beautiful Mistress pushed it deeper and deeper inside me. She carefully inserted the other end into Holes and pushed it deeper inside both of us until the entirety of the intruder was shared between our two bodies. “Beautiful my little pets, simply stunning. You are going to be a gorgeous centerpiece for our little dinner.”

Her next accessory required me to open my mouth as wide as possible. Upon complying I found my orifice filled with a bright red apple. My teeth sunk deep into the meat of the fruit and I could taste the sweet juices dripping into my mouth causing me to produce even more saliva than before and for a brief moment I experienced a fuzzy memory of my life before I was acquired when such treats were common. I overheard the Goddess give a similar order to Holes so I knew we were both similarly gagged.

The final touch was two tapered black candles that must have been close to half a meter long. The Goddess carefully lubed up the end of one which she introduced to the entrance of my anus. She pushed slowly and forcefully as I relaxed my body, letting it drive deep inside my rectum. She pressed on my spine to force my ass to rise even further, thus ensuring that the candle would stick straight up in the air. “There Cunt, you will need to hold this exact position. Do you think you can do that for me?”

I moved my head slightly in a nodding motion before the Mistress repeated the procedure with Holes whose rectum easily accepted the waxy visitor before lighting both candles. Upon completing the scene, she took a step back to admire her handiwork. “You both are just dazzling my pets. I know you’re going to make me very proud of you.”

The praise sparked a pleasurable wave of tingles to my little body. That combined with the way my hyper sensitive little clitty was rubbing against the ring in my fleshy hood as the huge dildo slid back and forth between my body and that of Holes, I thought for certain I was going to cum.

“I believe its time our guests enjoyed the view of the two of you as much as I have.” She stepped out of the lavishly appointed dining room, leaving Holes and I unsupervised to push back on each other ever so lightly. We found ourselves reveling in the feel of the double headed dildo that filled our wet little whore holes; enjoying the silicone monster as it slid easily between our petite bodies. My little puckered anus pulsed and sucked on the candle that filled me in an attempt to ensure that it remained perfectly straight and upright.

It wasn’t long before the guests entered the luxurious room; dominants took their seats at the table while slaves knelt obediently on the floor at their feet. The room was abuzz in admiration of Lady Kara’s beautiful centerpiece; the two girls holding their position while sharing a large rubber toy and illuminating the room with their anal candles were a huge hit and Kara felt a sense of pride that the evening was shaping up to be far more successful than she imagined.

“You have outdone yourself Kara,” said Ricardo as he used his fingers to slide a small piece of meat into Flame’s eager mouth. “Your girls are even more spectacular as a table decoration than they were as statues in your foyer.” Flame fervently licked and sucked her Master’s fingers clean and held her mouth open for the next treat that her Master would bestow upon her.

The dinner was humming with excitement as the superiors enjoyed their gourmet meal. It smelled delicious and while many of the slaves were fed scrumptious morsels from their owner’s hands, Holes and I were tortured by the delicious sights and smells of the food that our gagged mouths and restrictive positions would not allow us to partake in.

As the evening wore on, I felt the hot wax from the candle drip on to my smooth skin where it cooled and hardened, sealing my anus and coating the top of the rubber intruder that filled my fuck hole. I struggled at times to remain perfectly still in light of the way the hot material ignited the nerve endings in my sensitive skin, forcing me to steel myself and breathe heavily through my nose.

After a couple of hours of delicious wine, delectable food and riveting conversation, Lady Kara invited the attendees to retire back to the parlor room for the evening’s festivities. As the last of the dominants and their slave pets had vacated the space, Lady Kara attended to Holes and I. She blew out the candles that had burned halfway down and removed the apple from my sore jaws. Withdrawing the waxy intruder from my rectum was another matter however, as the melted wax that coated my skin had to be peeled away before the Goddess could grip the candle by its base and give it a sharp tug outward. She directed me to move forward until my side of the double headed dildo popped out of my juicy little love canal before extending her hand to help me off the table. I stood obediently behind her as she repeated the process with Holes.

“Both of you are to proceed to the bathroom to clean yourselves up and then you will report to the parlor room, is that understood?”

“Yes Goddess,” Holes and I said almost in unison.

She quickly turned and headed to join her guests in the parlor as Holes took my hand and led me back to the well appointed marble bathroom where we diligently removed the remainder of melted wax from the pleasurable little parts that resided between each other’s legs until we were once again clean and presentable.

“You are such an incredible sister,” she said as her lips brushed against mine, her love and adoration sending flutters of delight through my little body. “I hope you’ll consider serving Goddess more often, that way we can be together.”

“I like you too sister,” I replied as I brushed an errant strand of hair from in front of my eyes and stared longingly into hers. Indeed I loved being with her, but I had no say in what my future might look like. Certainly I had no choice with regard to who I might serve or pleasure. I quickly leaned forward, closing the few centimeters that separated our lips and kissed her. Holes opened her mouth and slid her pierced tongue out until the shiny silver ring on the tip was deeply embedded in my mouth. Our soft pink tongues danced together for a few glorious minutes until our kiss broke off with strands of clear saliva connecting our bodies.

“We should rejoin the party sister; we wouldn’t want to anger Goddess, now would we?”

I shook my head and we walked hand in hand to the parlor room which was abuzz with activity. Dominants sat comfortably on leather chairs and sofas engaged in lively conversation while some pets knelt quietly and others sniffed, licked and played with slaves who were nearby. We approached Lady Kara who was perched in a red high backed chair that resembled a throne that befitted the queen that she was. Holes knelt at her owner’s feet with her head bowed and I moved quickly to emulate my slave sister. Lady Kara gently stroked each of our heads, her delicate fingers running through our silky hair like a comb while enjoying interactions with her guests.

Suddenly she stood and clapped her hands and the clatter of conversation died to a whisper. “My friends, we have a couple of fun activities planned for the evening. The first is a creative exercise that I think we will all enjoy. I am lucky enough to have a beautiful blank canvas upon which we may express our desires. At my feet is the Cunt, please rise for us dear and stand on the coffee table.”

I quickly moved to stand on my bare feet and stepped upon the large wooden table that resided in the center of the room. I felt dozens of eyes on my naked form; nevertheless I kept my arms at my sides, remembering that the Cunt will always display its body without modesty. I could feel them watching the way the little silver bells on the rings that were embedded in the hard pink nubs at the ends of my firm tits swayed and jingled.

They stared at my slender little body which was completely exposed and vulnerable. Surely their eyes caught the way the rings that pierced the sensitive flesh between my legs glistened in the light. Perhaps they could even see the moisture of my little pink slit leaking out; an obvious sign of my arousal. Part of me felt humiliated and ashamed to be viewed like this. To have not only my bare form but my sexuality on display for the room, yet another part of me reveled in it. The more I was viewed, the more aroused I became. My body had already figured out what my brain was still trying to comprehend; that the more people who enjoyed the sight of my naked form, the more pleasure I felt.

“I have for you a box of Sharpie markers in a variety of colours and I’d like to ask you each to write whatever you desire on our dear Cunt’s body. Holes please fetch the box of markers,” Kara said as she stepped forward and approached me, her graceful fingers gently flicking my bells before squeezing my firm tits. Holes immediately jumped on to her bare feet, pulled a plastic container from the side cabinet and upon reaching her owner, knelt down and held the box above her head. The beautiful Goddess chose a black marker and I looked down to see what she was writing on my hairless pubic mound. “Now, now dear, keep your eyes straight. Understand?”

“Yes Goddess, thank you for correcting the Cunt Goddess,” I quickly uttered as I straightened my head, focusing on the sensation of the tip of the marker on my skin. Upon completion of her message, Lady Kara returned to her seat while Holes remained in position, offering the container to anyone who may choose to partake in the activity.

Another dominant rose and grabbed a red marker, drawing what felt like circles around my hard pink nipples. One by one each dominant had an opportunity to leave their mark on my silky skin. It felt like every inch of me must have been covered in ink. My back, rear, legs, arms, breasts and pubic area all received attention. Even my face became covered in markings, but what it all looked like I had no idea.

Finally when everyone had enjoyed an opportunity to mark my slender form, the Goddess directed Holes to return the markers and kneel at her feet. “That was all good fun wasn’t it?” The heads of everyone who participated nodded and their smiles made it obvious that in fact they had greatly enjoyed the activity. “I think I know each of you well enough to know that you’ll enjoy our next activity. Since our slaves exist for our pleasure, they should entertain us with a display of their sexual desire. “May we have all of the submissives kneeling in the middle of the room? I’d like for that coffee table to be moved out of the way as well. Cunt, you may join them on the rug.”

I stepped off the heavy table just as two of the male slaves were preparing to pick it up to relocate it to the side of the room. I found a space to kneel next to Fluffy who was squatting on her haunches on one side of me and a dark haired male slave with a fit muscular body kneeling on the other.

“I thought it would be fun if our slaves got to have a free style sexual romp, within whatever rules you as their owners agree to of course. As for Holes and Cunt, you both may cum as many times as you can, but you have to make your fellow subs cum as well,” Kara instructed. The other dominants communicated similar commands to their pets and before I knew it, an order had been given for us to get to it.

Suddenly the male next to me had his hand on my left tit and was squeezing it as his tongue circled the edge of my ear. Fluffy pushed me on to my back and buried her face between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit with fervor, immediately sending me into the first of the many orgasms I would experience over the course of the evening. The rest of the night was a blur of tongues and teeth, cocks and cunt. Fingers tickled and explored, my own mouth licked and sucked and cocks entered all of my available orifices over and over again. We had become a twisted tangle of a dozen slaves engrossed in our own carnal pleasure. I lost all track of time or even awareness that the dominants were watching us intently, enjoying our display of hedonistic gratification as they sipped cognac and conversed.

At one point the male slaves were penetrating all my orifices at the same time. At another my mouth was filled with the dripping wet pussy of one slave while another female darted her tongue in and out of my anus. Our bodies glistened with sweat as we slid around against each other. There was no morality or repression; it was pleasure without guilt in its purest form. I had never in my existence felt as free or as sexually content as I was in that moment. All I knew were the constant tingles and flutters in my body as my nerve endings exploded with near constant stimulation. By the end of the party I collapsed on the red oriental style rug exhausted. My muscles continued to quiver long after my last orgasm and my tits heaved with each deep breath of air that filled my lungs. Every inch of my body was coated in a heady combination of sweat, saliva, cum and pussy juice. I could barely see much less think. All I knew was that I was in heaven.

After the orgy was complete I knelt obediently next to Holes in the foyer as Lady Kara warmly bid her visitors farewell and a safe journey home. The last of the guests, Tom and Bethany, stepped through the front door with Fluffy and Spot crawling on all fours in tow. Fluffy’s glistening pussy dripped with the cum of half a dozen slaves and Spot’s cock was finally spent, hanging flaccidly between his legs as he moved on all fours next to his beautiful blonde kennel mate.

Shortly thereafter the clock struck midnight and Lady Kara ordered me to my feet. She held me by my shoulders and gently pressed her lips to mine. “It’s time for you to go, Cinderella. I truly treasured your company Cunt, you are an exquisite submissive and I hope I get to enjoy you again soon. Don’t ever forget how special you are,” she said with a bright comforting smile.

Holes stood up and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her warm little body into my own. The bodily fluids that coated both of our naked forms rubbed together as we embraced. She moved her lips to mine and we engaged in one final passionate kiss. Our pink tongues flickering against each other as we tasted the remnants of cum and juices that had previously filled our mouths until it was finally time for me to leave.

Lady Kara handed the pile of my dress, shoes, accessories and anal plug to me and gave my bare rear a playful smack as she sent me through the front door and down the walkway to where my Master stood next to his corroded compact car. His arms were crossed and his face was red. He stared at my naked little body, carefully reading the various messages that coated my skin, becoming increasingly more hostile as he did so.

He eyed me with anger and animosity as he opened the car door for me, slamming it shut as I barely cleared the doorway. He got into the driver’s side and we proceeded down the driveway and out onto the street. I had spent the past six hours in a state of sexual delight that was heavenly, but he had spent the past six hours seething. Six hours of outrage and fury. Six hours of bitterness and resentment. Six hours of hell. We came to a stop at a traffic light where ours was the only visible car. My Master turned to me and shouted “You fucking disloyal whore!” Droplets of spittle sprayed from his lips and splattered all over my face as he spoke.

I felt nauseous. A pit of dread filled my little tummy. I had disappointed my Master and myself. His rage with me was only equaled by the anger I felt with myself for having put him in this unhappy position. I didn’t know what I could say or even if I should say anything at all. None of it mattered though; I never saw the fist coming toward my face. A sharp burst of pain filled my cheek as my head smacked hard against the passenger side window and everything went black.

Look for the exciting conclusion coming next in Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 09

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 18
BEN VISITS AGAIN

When Claire got home, her father quickly discovered her pierced clitoris.

‘What’s this?’ he demanded.

‘Work made me get it,’ Claire mumbled. She was lying on her father’s lap with her legs spread, ready to have her cunt spanked.

‘Don’t lie, young lady,’ said her father. ‘This is something you did so you’d look like your slutty friend Kitten, isn’t it?’

Claire didn’t know what to say so she just nodded.

‘And you did it knowing that the only person who sees your slutty little twat is your father, didn’t you?’ he asked.

Claire could feel her father’s dick hardening underneath her buttocks, his erection pressing against her ass. She still didn’t know what to say. She certainly couldn’t say that other girls saw her twat. She just nodded again.

‘We’re going to have a talk about this tomorrow night, Claire,’ her father said. ‘Tonight you’ll just get a spanking but tomorrow we’ll do something more.’

‘Tomorrow?’ asked Claire.

‘Yes. Tonight your friend Ben has come to visit; he’s upstairs in your room. Now spread your legs so I can hit your pussy.’

Claire did, letting her father slap her twenty times on the twat, driving her ass down against his hard cock with each slap. When he was done his hand was wet with her juices; he placed it against her face and Claire licked it clean, sucking her slut honey off each finger.

She was dripping wet and she wanted to masturbate but she had to go say hello to Ben. What was he doing here?

As promised, he was waiting in her bedroom. Claire gave him a hug, and per her Titcage instructions, didn’t release until he did. It felt good, hugging a man, given how wet her cunt was. She wanted to just grind against him. She contented herself with mashing her tits hard against his chest.

Ben held her for a long time, clearly expecting her to let go and being prepared to enjoy the hug until she did. Finally he let go.

‘So you weren’t at school today,’ he said. ‘I was worried and thought I’d come see how you were.’

‘I’m still at Titcage,’ said Claire. ‘Mum and dad pulled me out of school so I could keep working.’

‘What, for the whole term?’ asked Ben, incredulous. Claire nodded.

‘Are you still… you know, going bare?’ he asked.

Claire blushed. ‘You mean my panties?’ she said.

‘Yes,’ said Ben.

Claire blushed harder, and nodded.

‘And… oh, wow,’ said Ben. He had seen her ID. He was staring at the pictures of her bare tits and cunt on it, and her printed name of Fucktwat.

‘That’s the ID they make me have,’ said Claire. She wanted to curl up and die. She couldn’t believe her friend was looking at pictures of her pussy and boobs, or seeing that disgusting name Titcage had given her.

‘Are you… are you okay with this?’ Ben asked incredulously.

Claire wanted to say, ‘No!’ But she remembered her rules, and remembered what would happen if she didn’t make the next grade on schedule. ‘It’s what’s appropriate for me,’ she said. ‘I deserve it.’

‘You deserve to be called Fucktwat?’ Ben asked.

‘I… yes.’ Claire could feel herself starting to cry.

Ben moved over on the bed and put his arms around Claire. It felt good but at the same time it was exactly what Claire didn’t need. She was upset and still horny and her pussy was throbbing and having a boy so near to her just made her confused. She moaned. She intended the moan to be a “no” sound but it just came out like slutty lust.

‘It’s okay, Claire,’ said Ben. ‘I don’t know what’s going on with you but it’ll be okay.’

Claire looked up at Ben, her face very near to his. And then he leaned in and kissed her.

Claire had never kissed a boy before. She’d kissed Sluthole and kissed Kitten but never a boy. Now Ben was kissing her, and it felt good. She moaned again and kissed back. Ben began to push her backwards onto the bed and she let him. Soon she was lying on her back with Ben on top of her, still kissing her.

She could feel Ben’s hard cock against her groin, through his trousers. Of course his cock was hard; that’s what happened to men who she spent time with. Her father, Jim, Michael – she made them all want to fuck her. Because that’s what she was good for – being fucked.

The thoughts in her head sounded like her training tape but they sounded right. She wanted Ben to fuck her. She was just a waste of space if she wasn’t being fucked, just a little cocktease who deserved to be raped. She spread her legs, and the motion pushed up her skirt, so that now her bare cunt was rubbing directly against the front of Ben’s pants. She kissed him harder, moaning, as her tits were crushed against his chest.

And then suddenly Ben pushed himself off her.

‘No, I’m sorry,’ he said, gasping. He looked down at Claire’s exposed cunt. Claire blushed and closed her legs.

‘What? What’s wrong?’ asked Claire.

‘You’re vulnerable, you were about to cry a moment ago,’ said Ben. ‘God, Claire, you’re so sexy, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.’

Claire wanted to cry again. She was so horny and she’d just completely offered herself to Ben and now he was looking at her nude pussy and telling her he didn’t want it.

‘I’d better go,’ said Ben. ‘I’ll come back later in the week and check on you, okay?’

‘Okay,’ sniffled Claire. ‘I’m sorry, Ben.’

‘It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.’ And with that, he left.

Claire immediately lowered her fingers to her pussy. She needed to masturbate. She needed to cum. She fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt. Remembering the standards for W grade, she brought her fingers to her lips every ten strokes and licked them clean. Her cunt juices tasted good, a little like the Titcage cordial. She sucked her slut honey off her fingers eagerly.

Suddenly she realised someone was in the room with her. It was Steph. Claire jerked her fingers away from her cunt and hastily pulled down her skirt.

‘Oh, it’s okay,’ said Steph, grinning. ‘I know what a colossal slut you are, you don’t need to hide it.’

‘I wasn’t…’ started Claire.

Steph sat down on the bed and hugged Claire. ‘It’s okay, I’m not going to tell mum and dad. If I was going to say something I would have said it last week when you were falling asleep with a vibrator in your pussy.’

‘You knew?’ asked Claire.

‘I’m not stupid, sis,’ said Steph. ‘You grind up against in me in your sleep, you know. And you wake up smelling like wet cunt.’

Claire was mortified. ‘I’m so sorry! Steph, I’m…’

‘It’s okay!’ insisted Steph. ‘I used to do really slutty stuff with Jenna too so I know what it’s like to just be really horny and dirty.’

‘It’s Titcage,’ said Claire. ‘They make me.’

‘Really?’ asked Steph. She looked interested.

And just like that Claire found herself telling Steph everything – about the way the men looked at her tits, about her work, about Kitten, about Sluthole, about Jim. She cried for some of it and Steph held her and cuddled her. The only thing she left out was the cameras in the house. She just couldn’t bear to tell Steph she’d let Steph be recorded and seen by strange men.

‘And I need to sleep naked tonight,’ she finished, ‘for my W grade rules.’

‘Okay,’ said Steph. ‘But only if I get to too.’ She smiled, and Claire smiled back.

And so that night Claire went to bed naked, next to her equally naked sister. Steph watched as Claire put her vibrator in her twat. Claire knew she didn’t need it now, with her clit ring attached, but she also remembered Michael saying that good sluts kept their pussies full, and besides she had come to like the feeling of it stretching her cunt as she slept.

Steph put her arms around Claire and held her close as the earbuds started up with their soundtrack. ‘You’re a slut,’ they said. ‘Claire likes being raped. Claire likes the taste of cum. Claire is a little rapetoy.’ And as promised, her clit-ring started to buzz along with the words, even as the vibrator hummed inside her twat.

Claire moaned and hugged her sister tighter, feeling her tits mash against her sister’s. Steph just giggled a little and hugged her back.

Claire didn’t fall asleep for a long time – not until after her first orgasm. All through that time she was aware of her sister’s naked body up against her, and all she wanted to do was rub against it. As she came close to orgasm she started to fantasise about kissing her sister, about having her sister kiss her breasts, about Jim cumming on her sister’s face. She orgasmed to that image – Jim’s sperm dripping from her sister’s cheeks.

‘You are a disgusting slutty fuckpig,’ said her own voice in her ears as she fell asleep.

Chapter 19
SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

Instead of the next day, Slutkitten took Claire out to buy new clothes. Michael had given the two of them the day off for the purpose. Getting the money for the clothes out of her father wasn’t easy, but when Slutkitten turned up to pick her up, and promptly hugged her father, kissed him on the libs, and rubbed his cock through his pants using her hand, he’d reluctantly parted with several hundred dollars.

As she wasn’t going to work, Claire wasn’t wearing any panties. When she got in Slutkitten’s car, Kitten leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and then reached down and touched Claire’s pussy lightly, playing with Claire’s new clitoris ring. ‘You’re so pretty,’ she sighed, and Claire blushed. ‘Why don’t you play with your cunt while we drive?’ she added. ‘You can get one of your masturbations done.’

Claire reluctantly followed Kitten’s advice, rubbing her twat as Kitten drove to the mall and frequently bringing her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean. By the time they got to the parking lot Claire was dripping wet, so she quickly used her hand to wipe up as much of the slut nectar as possible, licked her hand clean, and then followed Slutkitten across the parking lot and into the mall.

Inside, Kitten established the routine for the day. They would both go into a shop and find the sluttiest clothes they could. Then they’d go into a change room together, and both get completely naked. Then they would kiss each other, entwining their legs and rubbing their pussies till they were on the verge of orgasm, before separating and trying on their clothes. Whoever had the sluttiest outfit, in Kitten’s opinion, would win a “point”. Whoever had the least points at the end of the day would have to stay completely naked in the car as they drove home.

Claire worked hard to not lose the game. She found tops that were too small for her, which her large tits stretched out obscenely. She found cleavage tops that almost exposed her nipples. She found crop tops that revealed underboob and two bikinis that were so tight they were painful to wear. Along with these, she found short skirts of all varieties, some of which didn’t come down far enough to fully cover her pussy mound.

The whole day she was soaking wet and desperately horny. She kissed Kitten passionately every change, mashing her naked boobs against Kitten’s and exploring her mouth with her tongue. She soaked Kitten’s knee and thigh with her cunt juices and towards the end of the day started begging Kitten in a quiet voice to let her cum. But Kitten had more self-control, and wouldn’t let her orgasm. She repeatedly had to clean her cunt by wiping it with her hand and then licking her hand, and her mouth was full of the taste of her own pussy the whole day.

Early in the day Kitten gave Claire a water bottle filled with cordial to replace the juices they were leaking out their cunts. Claire drank it quickly and Kitten gave her another. By afternoon Claire badly needed to piss.

‘I need to go to the toilet,’ Claire whispered as they walked to another shop.

‘No you don’t,’ said Kitten. ‘You need to piss in public for your grade.’

Claire was mortified. ‘I thought I’d do in front of you, in private.’

‘No,’ said Kitten. ‘But here, put these panties on, they’ll catch some of it. I won’t tell your dad.’

Claire was almost crying but Kitten was adamant. They borrowed a nearby shop’s changeroom for Claire to slip the pair of lacey panties over her twat, and then they headed back out into public.

‘Piss,’ said Kitten.

‘Everyone will see,’ said Claire.

‘No, they won’t, unless they’re looking at your legs,’ said Kitten.

‘I’ll leave a puddle on the floor,’ wailed Claire.

‘Put your shopping bag between your legs and piss into that. You can always wash the clothes.’

Starting to cry, Claire obeyed. In the central thoroughfare of the mall she stood, her shopping bag placed between her feet, and tried to pretend she was alone as she released her bladder.

Soon her urine started to flow. She felt it spurt into her panties, soak through the material, and then dribble and gush between her legs down into her shopping bag. She could hear it splattering onto her new slutty clothes, soaking them in urine.

I’ll never be able to wear those clothes without thinking about how I pissed on them, she thought. She looked around, blushing. Surely someone could hear her? Or smell her piss? Or see her blushing? Or at least weren’t they wondering why she was standing so still?

And sure enough a couple of people were looking at her. But they didn’t seem to understand what was going on. They didn’t see her urine dropping from beneath her skirt into her bag.

Finally her bladder was empty. She picked up her shopping bag and heard the urine slosh around in the bottom. She felt her warm, wet panties cling to her cunt.

‘I’m done. Can we go home now?’ she said, tearfully. Kitten nodded, and led her out of the mall to the car.

She could feel her piss-wet panties against her twat the whole drive. Kitten took both of them back to Kitten’s house. As soon as they got inside, Kitten pushed Claire up against the wall and started kissing her again. Kitten’s hands massaged Claire’s vagina through the pissy panties, pushing the sodden material up between her labia into her sluthole.

‘Please,’ moaned Claire, ‘I need to cum.’ She felt so slutty asking for permission to cum like this, but it never occurred to her to just bring herself to orgasm without permission, after Kitten had told her not to.

Kitten was as hot and horny as Claire. ‘You can cum if you do something for me.’ She poked at Claire’s cunt, stroking her be-ringed clitoris.

‘What?’ asked Claire.

‘Change back into one of your new outfits,’ said Kitten.

‘But they’re all pissy!’ protested Claire.

‘I know,’ said Kitten.

Claire knew it was slutty, but she felt like at Kitten’s house different rules applied. It wasn’t as slutty to do things here. It was just friendly. And she needed to cum so much. She stripped naked as Kitten watched, and then pulled one of her new tight tops out of the bag. It was soaked, dripping with piss.

Kitten was already undressing as she watched, and fingering her own twat. Claire unhappily pulled the soaking wet cloth over her head, wrinkling her nose at the smell of her urine and gagging as she inadvertently smeared some of the wetness on her face. She pulled it into place over her tits. The cloth clung to every curve, covering her tits in warm, acrid wetness. It felt slutty and it felt hot.

She reached for a skirt but Kitten couldn’t control herself any longer. Naked now, she pushed Claire down on the ground and started kissing her. Her hand dove between Claire’s legs, and Claire responded by reaching for Kitten’s own twat. Kitten’s fingers felt amazing, pumping in and out of her sluthole. Her piss-wet tits rubbed against Kitten’s boobs, and she sucked enthusiastically on Kitten’s tongue.

But something wasn’t quite right. And she knew what it was.

‘Say things,’ she mumbled to Kitten.

‘What?’ said Kitten, breathing heavily.

‘Like my tape. Say things to me like my tape,’ said Claire.

So Kitten did. ‘You’re a slut,’ she whispered. ‘You’re a whore. You deserve to be raped.’

Claire’s cunt exploded and she started cumming immediately. She moaned and licked at Kitten’s lips as she kept talking.

‘You’re a pissy lesbo slut,’ said Kitten. ‘You’re a big boobed piss cow. You like to have your tits abused.’

‘MMMM! MMMM!’ moaned Claire deliriously, cumming again and again. Her fingers spasmed against Kitten’s cunt, and then Kitten had to stop talking because she was orgasming too.

Afterwards Claire felt enormously dirty and guilty. She almost cried at how slutty she had been. She held still as Kitten pulled off her pissy top, and then licked the urine from her breasts. She watched as Kitten put the top back into the shopping bag, and then pissed in the bag as well. It felt right to Claire. Her clothes were for pissing on. Because she was a slut. A lesbo, pissy slut.

(To be continued…)

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This is part three. Please comment on if you’d like a part four and what you think I could do better, thank you for all your votes and all your advice and comments, its greatly appreciated ALSO note that most of this is true. I and ‘Nikkie’ are in love with each over greatly. Please don’t steal this story and say it was your own. Thank you.
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As soon as we heard the knock we both jumped off each over. I stood beside Nikkie, as she walked to open her door. “Oh my god.” I heard Nikkie say, “CAYLA? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Nikkie Practically shouted, but tried to keep calm. I held her hand without Cayla seeing to help her not lose it. “Well, Nikkie. I was just wondering why I wasn’t invited to this “SLEEPOVER”? I thought we were Best friends! And look at what you go and do, you selfish bitch!” Cayla raised her hand to slap Nikkie, but I stepped in front of Nikkie and grabbed Cayla. “No Cayla. Don’t touch her. Hit me if you want, but not her.” And there I go again….with the protection. Soon everyone would know about me and Nikkie if I kept this up. Cayla pulled her hand from me. And slapped me. “I thought we were friends Tyler. I thought we cared about each over…how could you?” I was getting angry. “How could I WHAT Cayla? How could I try to get to know Nikkie better? How could YOU even think about hitting her?” I said disgusted. “go home Cayla!” I said starting to turn, she went to hit me again, so I grabbed her hand and twisted her round, so her back was to my front “You know what Cayla? I do care for you! You’re like my sister. Maybe You just want to be a little more huh?” I said, running my hand down her tummy, tracing her hips, touching her thigh before I pushed her forward, and carried on till we were at the front door. “Go home Cayla. Come back tomorrow. Well sort this out then” She looked like she was about to cry, as she turn’t and walked down the street. I walked back inside, closed the door and ran upstairs back to Nikkie.
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She was standing up the window. Staring out toward the night. With the window open and her hair blowing in the breeze. She was leaning up the side of the window. I walked over to her, and realised she hadn’t noticed me come back “Nikkie?” I whispered, as I Stood behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. Pulling her closer to me I rested my chin on the top of her head, and realised her hair smelt of apples, my favourite fruity smell. “I’m sorry about that. Would you like me to leave now? Or would you like me to leave you so you can sleep?” she sighed. “No” she said turning. “I feel bad for Cayla, Tyler the reason I wanted to carry on kissing you is because, Cayla’s a lesbian too, and she’s madly in love with you, and you’re such a sweet person! I wanted you all for myself” she said, looking toward the floor. “I stole you from her” I felt like someone had jumped all over my heart then thrown it in the trash. “Nikkie. I wasn’t Cayla’s in the first place. I don’t love her back” I said, I put my finger under her chin and lifted it, until she was looking at her. “I, I love you Nikkie” I said, kissing her again, my hands slid down her back and wrapped round her waist, pulling her up to me, I lifted her legs up till she was wrapped around me, suspended in the air, and gently leant her against a wall, out tongues started to entwine each over again, as Nikkie started gripping my hair, in that vicious passionate way. It didn’t hurt, and didn’t bother me. So I let her carry on. “Nikkie” I said gasping for air. “I love you” I said. Kissing her neck and collarbone. I wanted to kiss every part of her I could. And I would, I vow, that I will. I turn’t round and went to the bed. Nikkie still clinging on to me. I turn’t and fell, so I landed on my back onto her bed. “I love you too Tyler. My Tyler. Oh Tyler don’t stop!” She said, kissing me again. We were kissing so passionately it felt like fire. I wanted to make this last forever. No end. Just the beginning. I rolled so I was on top of Nikkie. I traced my hands over her bare legs, and pulled her knee against my body. “Nikkie, you’re so beautiful” I said between our kiss. Eventually I stopped kissing Nikkie and we both started laughing. I started kissing her neck before I stood up. I ripped off my jumper and put my hat on Nikkie. “Suits you” I said smiling. “Keep it” I continued saying. I ripped my socks off, and my jeans. Till I was just left in my top and underwear. I leant back on the bed next to Nikkie. “Want to get inside the covers?” I said “Sure” Nikkie replied, she pulled up so she was wrapped around my neck again. I pulled the covers back and layed in them, before pulling them back over us. “You know Tyler? When I saw you yesterday, I knew I loved you. That’s why I asked you to come over today” she said giggling. “Can I do something?” I asked her. “Anything” she replied staring into my eyes. I slid down the covers and parted her legs. I could feel the heat coming from her Vagina. I put my hands on the top of her underwear, and slowly began to pull them down……

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Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who lived with her parents on a small farm by the edge of a forest.

Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who lived with her parents on a small farm by the edge of a forest. Everyone called her Red, because her grandmother, who the girl loved dearly, had given her a red riding hood, that was her favourite piece of clothing and which she wore every day. And also, because her real name translated to something like “Dawn of the Earth Serpent”, which is not only a whole mouthful but also somewhat intimidating. Red blamed her mother, though, who was something of a strange spiritualistic woman and into that sort of thing.

One day, the sun tickled Red’s nose, waking her when it was just getting light. Even though she was already a grown woman, she was still living with her parents, mainly because she couldn’t afford a place of her own and, since they lived somewhat secluded, she also had not met a suitable husband who would take an interest in her. So, she did what she did every morning: Reach over to her nightstand, grab the candle from its holder, run it between her legs and gently, but firmly, insert it between her wet, wide labia.

Oh how she enjoyed those early morning fucks. No one would disturb her giving her ample time to finish while her wet dreams still lingered in her mind, providing her with multiple images to feed upon. The sun shone through her window, feeling warm on her naked skin and giving her brunette pubes a slightly golden glow…

She pushed the candle deep, thinking of the tall, dark stranger of her dreams. No, make that a group of strangers. A whole army. Tall, strange men, chasing her, ripping the clothes off her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable, then taking her hard and forcibly. Oh god, they were all over her, their hands grabbing her small, petite breasts, pulling her legs open, their cocks entering her deep, from the front, the back, her mouth. God, her mouth. She would definitely want one in her mouth.

“Red?” Her mother’s voice from outside her door startled her. Hastily, she hid the candle.

“Y-yes,” she replied squeaking, hoping to sound sleepy.

“Hurry and get up,” was the reply. “You need to go see grandmother today.”

Red sighed. She loved her grandmother, but getting torn prematurely from her early morning masturbation was not a good start for the day. Nonetheless, if she had to go see her, she would need to leave soon since the old woman lived deep in the forest, all by herself. The girl put the candle back into its holder, eyeing it one last time with a sorrowful look, then got out of bed.

She dressed herself in just a simple, lose dress. It was summer after all, and warm, and since she wanted to wear her red riding hood she didn’t want to wear anything hot underneath. When she climbed down from her small bedroom in the attic, her mother handed her a basket filled with cake, a few vegetables and a bottle of wine for grandma. “Now, remember to stay on the path and don’t delay,” said her mother. “Bad things happen to young ladies who don’t listen to their elders and just go wherever they want. Don’t be like that, my little Earth Serpent Dawn.”

Red sighed. She wished her mom would just stop with the pagan stuff already. She hurried to get to the door, mumbling something like “Yes, of course, I’ll be good and go straight to grandma’s, don’t worry” as she put on a pair of sandals and her hood. Then she was ready to go.

Red had wandered for a while on the path through the forest when she finally stopped. The sun was shining so nice and warm, the birds were singing and everything was peaceful and quiet around her, so she decided to take a little break and just enjoy herself and a little clearing just right off the road seemed like the perfect place to rest. The young woman pranced there and just let herself fall down into the soft, green grass, the sun shining into her face and a soft, warm breeze blowing across her body. A familiar urge began to stir within her.

Surely nobody was watching her? This old road was so remote and secluded that she had never encountered a soul in all the times she had visited her grandma, so finally, Red began to disrobe, stripping off her thin, flowing dress and letting it fall to the ground, until she all that remained was her hood. The breeze was blowing softly across her naked body, giving her pleasant goosebumps and Red felt as free and as light as the wind. She spread her legs, and emptied her bladder, still full from her breakfast, enjoying the freedom to just pee wherever she liked and at the same time strangely turned on by the possibility of a stranger watching her.

Glancing around, she reached between her legs where a trickle of piss still ran from her labia, and slid her fingers between her slit, beginning to feel once more, inside of her tingling little hole, itching for the sweet relief that she had been denied earlier in the morning. Her eyes fell on the basket.

Certainly, grandma didn’t need all those vegetables? That one carrot looked like it was just the right size. Red took it out, turning it over and over in her hand, before bringing it up to her mouth. Without taking a bite, she started to suck on the thick, orange stick that got bigger and bigger the farther down her throat she pushed, until finally she took it back out and with a relieved groan, inserted it into her muff. Looking down, she liked the contrast of the orange stub with her bushy brunette pubes, and even more how the rough surface of the carrot was rubbing inside her, reaching deep up her little unfucked twat.

Red stood with her legs spread, fucking herself hard for quite a while until she became frustrated. As nice as the carrot was, it didn’t reach deep enough. With the vegetable plugging her hole, she frantically went through the basket in search of something more suitable and finally just grabbed the bottle. It was smooth and hard and the neck was thick and long. It looked like it could go all the way up her baby chute. Hastily, she sat it on the ground, pulled the carrot out and then squatted down on the cold, hard glass.

It slid up inside her easily, lubricated by her sopping, wet cunt juices. Red would get embarrassingly wet just from thinking about sex, and when she was actually engaged in it, her pussy became a river of differing juices, all flowing together into a big, grand, smelly, slick mix. She began riding the bottle, grabbing her tits and rubbing them hard, moaning loudly. Nobody would be able to hear her for miles around and she felt no shame in yelling her lust out into the wild. Right there, in the forests, she was nothing more than a little bitch in heat, fucking herself as wild and free as any other animal.

Suddenly, she became aware that she did have a stranger watching her after all, for when she turned her head in ecstasy, she saw a lone, grey wolf, standing at the edge of the clearing, quietly eyeing her. When she didn’t show any sign of fear or indeed made any attempt to stop, the large, muscular animal slowly came closer, until his nose began to sniff between her legs. Red shivered, excited from the attention and the prospect of finding an actual mate. “You like my little cunny?” she asked the dog, teasingly. “You want to join in?”

Turning around, Red noticed the wolf’s penis already growing underneath him, thick and red, almost purple, bursting with pride and lust. She bent over and reached underneath him, stroking the large member gently with her hands, before taking the tip into her mouth. The wolf held still and let her pass. Red began to suck on the dog cock eagerly, keeping the bottle lodged inside her and still riding it rhythmically while trying to get the big red dick into her mouth as deep as possible. This was better than she had expected.

Soon, she lost all inhibition, just lusting for more, stronger, harder fucking. She grabbed the sticky carrot again and pushed it up her puckered asshole, making sure to have all her orifices stuffed, while nibbling ferociously on the wolf’s pulsing member. A strange, sharp taste began to fill her mouth when the wolf started ejaculating, only slightly at first, its semen erupting in little spurts. Red swallowed it quickly, but didn’t let up, as she felt there was a much more in there just waiting to come out.

She would not be disappointed. His cock began to swell up and finally shot large, gooey, sticky loads of cum into the young woman’s hungry mouth, making her gag and drool some of it out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, but gargling and swallowing most of it down. She was the fuck-mare of every wild animal and proud of it. Rolling onto her back in the grass, she let the rest of the wolf’s semen run across her face and tits, rubbing it on her skin and then dozed off, filled and satisfied, her holes still stuffed, the smell of cum in her nose.

When she awoke, the animal was nowhere to be seen, and time had progressed considerably. The sun was already past its zenith and she was growing hungry. With a sigh, she sat up, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm rays of sunlight on her naked skin once more, as she released her hot urine down into the cool, soft grass.

She was still horny and began rubbing her pussy while the warm stream shot out of her slit. She smeared some of her pee across her tits and belly. She loved the smell and the smell of cum which still lingered on her. It seemed to create an intoxicating mixture of unreserved horniness, making her feel free and alive. She loved being out by herself and finally being able to do all the things she always wanted without having to worry about interruptions from her parents.

Longing for yet another thing to fuck herself with, she began to rummage through her basket, discovering a nice, rough cucumber and a thin, hard sausage that her mother had packed, both of which looked like they were just the right size for her. Oh Red, she thought, you’re such a filthy harlot, and your holes are always itching for more, but, oh … does it feel good. Still dripping from pee she started drilling the thick green vegetable into her twat, pushing it deep inside her all the way. It slid in easily from all her wetness and the rough, spotty skin of the cucumber was rubbing against her insides so good, making her feel every little push and drill.

She bent over in the warm, soft grass, sticking her butt up in the air and started to fuck herself with the cucumber fast and deep, while her other hand was just gently playing around with her asshole. Oh, how she longed to get that one filled as well, but for a while she restrained herself, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. Finally though, she replaced her fingers with the thin, hard sausage and pushed it in hard, forcing her anus open as it entered her. With both holes stuffed once more, she gasped and moaned, without restraint, not caring who would hear her lustful yells in the depths of the forest. And who would? There was no settlement anywhere around here.

Panting and sweating, she fucked herself rhythmically, alternating between the vegetable and the sausage, getting the long thin shaft deep up inside her ass, until she came again, slowly riding it out, her legs shaking until she rolled over and lay on her side in the grass, both holes still plugged deep.

Hungry. She was hungry now, and reached for the basked to satisfy her grumbling belly. Going through its contents she settled on a small slice of cake and an apple. Surely, grandmother wouldn’t miss those and she still had a long way to go. She needed to regain her strength, after all.

As she was still nibbling on the apple, a pony came trotting by and began to sniff at her cautiously. It must’ve ran off from one of the grazing grounds by the village, Red thought, and was probably hungry as well. She held out the rest of the apple and the animal gobbled it down quickly, whinnying gratefully in return. She stroked his mane and whispered calm, sweet things to the small horse, when she noticed his already enlarged member dangling between his legs, currently dripping something.

“Mmh, you need to get some relief down there too, huh?” she giggled gleefully as she got down on her knees next to the back of the pony. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m so thirsty.”

She reached out and grabbed the long, grey shaft of the horse’s cock and began to stroke it gently. She ran its mushroom-shaped head between her wide, full tits, feeling it pulse gently while it lubricated the gap between her breasts with its secretions. It became long and hard very quickly, and Red found herself licking all around the head of the cock with pleasure, experiencing yet another different taste. It was less pronounced than the dog cock but still clearly beastly, with a musty, leathery smell, and something else…

Before she had time to figure out what it was, the cock suddenly erupted and sprayed warm piss all over her like a water hose. Laughing, Red directed the long shaft down at her tits, getting soaked all over her torso, showering in the horse’s pee. That’s what made him hard so fast, she thought and gently stroked along his shaft as the stream subsided, resuming the caresses with her tongue and lips. She managed to get all of the thick, bulbous head into her mouth and was finally sucking on it like it was a wine flask, rubbing and stroking the long, hard, grey dick in front of her, feeling the animal push and thrust against her, as if it was ready to fuck her throat.

She relaxed and let him pound against her shoving his cock deeper into her mouth, until she felt as deeply penetrated in all three holes as she could ever be. This is what she wanted to do, she thought. All day, every day, get stuffed in all her cunts, forever. She rocked with her crotch to the floor, riding the cucumber between her legs as best she could while serving the pony which now whinnied excitedly and stomped his legs. Some poor farmer’s wife won’t get her dose of horse cum today, she thought amused as she began to milk the thick hard shaft for all it was worth.

And she was right. The horse exploded, cramming its seemingly endless load of cum into the young woman’s mouth, until she gagged and sputtered, letting go of the grey shaft as milky, creamy cum sloshed from her lips and down her tits, where it continued to run until it was seeping into her pubes. The horse continued to squirt and pumped a few more thick splotches of semen into her face and hair, leaving her sticky, smelly and wet all over her body.

When Red arrived at her grandmother’s door an hour later, she still smelled of animal cum, even though it had all dried on her skin. She had put on her dress again and straightened the riding hood before she knocked. There was no answer, which was strange, as her grandma wasn’t usually known to go anywhere. Her vegetable garden looked neat and orderly, like it had just been watered a while ago, so she couldn’t be far. Red knocked again, harder this time and then pushed the door open.

The hut of her grandma was quite old, and didn’t even have locks on the doors, so she let herself in to the small, crowded room inside which was dimly lit by the sun shining through the small windows. She carefully stepped through the kitchen and around the corner, where her grandma’s bed stood, alarmed by a movement she saw there. As she came closer, she noticed the older woman rolled up under her blankets, with barely her head sticking out.

Worried, Red began to touch her gently, feeling her hair soft and warm, but short and thick in places. “Grandma?” Red whispered cautiously, running her fingers across the features of her face. “Are you alright? You seem to have larger ears and eyes than usual?”

“Mmh, I’m okay,” the woman replied, hoarse and muffled. “Don’t worry about me, just sit that basket down over there, ok? I can’t get out of bed right now.”

Red stepped a little away from the corner and bent down to put the basket on a low stool, when she heard some heavy breathing behind her, accompanied by a low moan: “Uhhhhhh.” It sounded like her grandma.

Before she could get back up, she felt a warm, wet sensation at her crotch, like something soft and wet was running along her slit. She turned her head and saw, again, the wolf, just as she remembered him, his head underneath her dress as he licked her pussy, drawn by the scent of semen. But what startled her was his dick, which was thick and swollen, and still stuck inside the older woman, who he dragged after himself from her bed. She was naked and bent over, the hard red cock stuck firmly inside her round butt. “Grandma!” Red exclaimed surprised, finally realizing what it was that she had been trying to hide from her.

“I … I’m sorry,” the woman stuttered. “I was just…”

Red smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said and turned to pet the large animal, carefully running her hands down to his balls, where she got a hold of his swollen member. “I had the same urges not too long ago. I know how it is.” She began to move the cock slowly inside grandma’s stretched, puckered ass, while the older woman moaned and gasped, her saggy, thick breasts swinging heavily underneath her. Red had to admit that her grandma looked still quite good for her age. She didn’t have many wrinkles and her skin was still quite firm, especially around her butt. She was tan and freckled from all the work she did outside, while her hair was straw blonde, on her head and between her legs. And her breasts … well, it was clear where Red’s big round tits had come from.

The young woman moved in closer and felt the cock slowly pull back, the anus retreating around it as it was about to slide out of its confines. It came out with a squishing sound, followed by a torrent of thick, creamy cum that oozed out of the gaping asshole. All that delicious sperm, Red thought, and instinctively leaned in to lick it all up. It was heavenly; strong, slick and spicy, just like before, and the fact that it came from her grandma’s ass just made it all the more hot. Soon, she found herself munching and licking on the mature woman’s holes, sucking and slurping up all the yummy goodness.

The older woman gasped and moaned, especially when her niece started probing her, digging into her insides for more of the copious wolf sperm she had just acquired. As embarrassing as it was that Red had caught her in the act, finding out about her long held secret and what dirty, perverted practices she was involved in out here by herself in the forest, the young woman didn’t seem to mind at all and showed no signs of hesitation to just participate in it. Soon, Red’s slender hand stretched wide with all four fingers in her grandmothers stretched and cum-soaked asshole, fucking her slowly and deeply, while the young woman turned around on her back and put her head between her grandmothers legs, sucking eagerly at her thick, hairy muff.

And what a muff it was! Red had only tasted a few pussies so far, mostly from the goat herding girls in the neighbourhood where she lived, but none of them tasted as strong, sweet and yummy as her grandma’s. Soon, she sucked the older woman’s labia deep into her mouth and munched on them, while pulling up her skirt and rubbing her own little snatch, which was itching once more, still craving for sex. The wolf seemed to notice it too, and after he stood aside for a moment, unsure of what to make of all of this, he finally joined in once more, running his long tongue across Red’s slit.

That was just what the young woman wanted. She arched her hips up to push against him, wanting to feel him even deeper, more intensely than before. However, even though she had wanted it, she did not expect him to jump on her so quickly and thrust his still hard, throbbing member into her dripping twat, fucking her just as hard as he had been fucking her grandma before. She yelled in surprise and grabbed onto the older woman’s wide butt, trying to steady herself from the assault, as the large animal began to pound her tender, young pussy raw.

As the wolf was finally, gloriously, taking her just like the little dog bitch that she was, Red thrust her hand hard into her grandma’s ass as she gasped and moaned, passing on the fervour with which the wolf was raping her on the dirty floor of her Grandmothers house. The older woman’s pussy began to rain down juices on her innocent young face, and was soon squirting entire wet streams onto her granddaughter. The wolf continued to fuck Red’s pussy over and over, pumping it full of thick, creamy dog sperm, until he finally retreated and left her there on the floor, soaked and filled, deep in the woods. Yes, Red thought, out here, in the forest, with all the horny animals, this is where I will live happily ever after.

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When a girlfriend discovers my fantasies we see how far we can push them

Me and my partner Beth have always had an adventurous sex life. I think that most of it stems from the fact that her ex had very little interest in anything more than a missionary hump once a week. I still can’t believe that there are men like that! I mean who doesn’t want his wife or girlfriend to act out our fantasies!! Who knows maybe he cheated on her without her finding out or maybe his fantasises were so out there that he could tell her and he got his rocks off without her. Honestly I don’t much care. What I do know is that after they spilt up she found her wild side and I was lucky to be the guy in the right place at the right time. We met in a bar got drunk, went back to my place and fucked all weekend. She let me do whatever I wanted and got off on it all. As the weeks progressed I got to live out everything I had ever wanted, she would come over on a Friday night and we wouldn’t stop until she left Monday morning.

I would usually start off Friday afternoon when I got home from work with a few beers while watching porn and reading the pervy stories getting plenty of ideas of how far I could push her. However one week she had decided to surprise me by coming over and hiding and was going to jump out of my closet wearing her new latex outfit she had purchased ready for the weekend. What she had planned as a surprise for me turned out to be a shock for her. She had had it in her head that I got home from work, took a shower, and had a beer while I waited for her to come on over. What she saw through a gap in the wardrobe was to see me walking into the room naked, hard and fire up the pc.

She watched as I played vid after vid of cumshots, lez, group sex and much, much more. While the vids played in the background she saw that I was reading but couldn’t see what. The sounds of the vids and the sight of hard and ready got her too horny and wet to wait any longer and she jumped out making me spit beer everywhere. Lust was written all over her face and she hitched up the short latex dress that only just covered her arse anyway and rode me hard. It wasn’t sex as such, more just two people using the other as nothing more than a toy to cum with. It didn’t take long until we were both temporarily sated, just enough to take the edge off before we really got the weekend started.

As we sat there my cum dripping from her pussy, and me sitting in a puddle of hers drinking a beer. She began to look through all the recent stories I had been reading. Most of the stories were about incest, pissing, pregnant women even some bestiality stories. “ This all gets you off does it?” “Fuck yes” I replied honestly. “As long as the sluts want it the more perverted the better” My dick was beginning to regain life as we began to talk about the fantasies I had so far only read about.

“So” Beth asked me “ you want to all this for real? You want to fuck me while I am pregnant? You wanna piss all over me and in my mouth and have me do the same to you? And what about these vids, you wanna watch me fuck some other slut and then have both do you at same time?” “shit yer, is the pope a catholic” in replied as I slid another finger inside her already dripping cunt. “Well you know that I’ve done my baby making and I’m not eager to start that again but the others we can explore. And baby, don’t hide anything from me. Can’t say that I will do it all, but doing new things just turns new on. Even if we can’t do it we can still talk about them. I wanna do everything you want, any where you want. I want to do things we ain’t suppose to be doing and fucking in places that we may well be caught. The riskier and dirtier we are the better. I love it when I get a knot in my stomach when we doing something new. Like the other day when u had me take my panties off on the restaurant and made me play with my self under the table. Fuck I loved that”.

And so our weekend fun took a new and perverted turn for the better. Each of us tried to find new ways to shock each other, new places to fuck in. Beth would flash me her shaved pussy whenever we were in public as much as possible. On the tube she would always sit opposite me with her shorter and shorter skirts riding up even when others were nearby. On the rare occasion that we went out to dinner she would always wear something to turn me on. Even if it was just a blouse she would make sure that it was sheer and that she was no bra on underneath. Her hard nipples clearly visible to me and anyone else that cared to look. Many a time did we nearly have our dinner dropped in our laps as the waiter noticed. Even doing the groceries became much more fun as she bent down in the shop. She always wanted something on the very bottom shelf! Many a spotty 18 year old we knew would be going home to wank over the sights of Beth ‘innocently’ squatting down legs spread and knicker-less to get bird food on the lowest shelf, we didn’t even have a bird!

After 6 months of exciting weekends we decided to make it a weekday thing as well and Beth moved in with me. The only downside was that she felt she had to tell her daughter and then also to invite her over to meet me. And so it was arranged that her daughter Lucy would come over for the weekend with her boyfriend Mark.

Lucy was everyman’s dream when it came to the image of their girlfriends daughter in everyway but one. She had a tight fit body with about C cup tits and a fine arse. But she was so shy and reserved it crushed any fantasy I may have had of had about a little flirting if given the chance. Mark was your typical college jock even wearing the college football jacket. He never let Lucy leave his side for more than a few minutes, and never lifted a finger over the weekend, expecting Lucy to wait on him hand and foot. He seemed a dick to me and Beth was much of the same opinion as me but she didn’t say anything to her daughter, not wanting to interfere.

We hung out in the backyard for the day, planning on firing up the BBQ later for dinner. Hot as day was, any hope I had of seeing Lucy in a bikini, were dashed as the most flesh I saw was when she changed into some not so short shorts! I could tell she had the body for it, but seemed reluctant to show it off. All in all the weekend was turning out to be a fucking waste. Not a fuck on the horizon, and not even a bit 18 year old flesh to keep my perverted mind happy. Beth could see my disappointment in the weekend and promised a great session Sunday night after they left.

I remember it being a long wait, but finally we were alone as Beth waved them off. “ Why don’t you get into bed while I have a shower. Take the tablet with you a read some of your filthy stories, get yourself ready for me. I won’t be long” she promised.

So there I am, naked in bed reading various stories all getting me so horny of not getting any all weekend, stories of slutty whores with tits dripping milk being bent over and fucked hard by a huge black cock while hubby sits and watches, or being fisted by another slut. The story I was reading as Beth entered still naked from her shower was about a man with a 18 year old slut, he was her master and did whatever she told her, she promised never to say no to anything he asked of her. The man had made it his mission to find something she wouldn’t do! I lay hard as rock think of all the thing I would do. “Mmm something got you all turned on, eat my pussy while I have a read and find out what’s got you all hot under the collar!” Beth said laying back and spreading her legs wide, tempting me with her already glistening pussy. Never one to give up the chance to eat her glorious cum I happily began to lap away as she read my filth.

It wasn’t long before I felt her getting close to cumming so with my tongue deep inside I started to rub her clit with my thumb and within moments she was thrusting into my face, still reading from the tablet. She had a huge orgasm, no doubt from building up all weekend just like me and needing release. Her cum gushed into my mouth and soaked my face and lay there shaking as moved up the bed and kissed her so that she could taste her own cum.

“Fuck I needed that, but also that story gave me an idea, for the treat I promised you. Pass me the baby oil, lay back and let me talk dirty for you while I play.” She slowly dribbled the oil over my cock and balls gently rubbing it in, sliding a finger lower and playing with my arse hole only just slipping inside. She used her other hand to play with the end of my cock, just barely rubbing it. “ So you fancy having a teen to fuck do you? To feel her mouth around your cock as she sits on your face?” My cock jerked in her hand spitting precum to join the oil lubing my cock. “Oh yes I think so! So tell me what she would look like? Give me the teen of your dreams! Would she be slim?” Beth asked as she oh so slowly wanked me off.
“Yes slim and fit” I answered.
“And I bet she would have nice toned legs and an arse that just begs to be groped?” I could only nod as she did amazing things to my cock and the finger sliding slowly deeper into my arse. “Now to her tits. If I know you at all then she wouldn’t have huge tits. A flat-chested slut in pigtails would turn you on no end, but I am betting that you are imagining your teenager with about a C cup or small D! Am I right?”
“God yes she sounds so hot. I am going to cum so hard!” I told her. “Not yet my perv, I want this to last” and with that she went back to just gently rubbing the head of my cock but the finger in my arse was joined by another. “liking your arse fucking aren’t you, we will have to explore this some more, but that’s for another time” she promised. “So what does she look like? A nice fit body with nice perky tits begging to be sucked and legs that need to wrapped around you. What about her hair long or short? “Long” I answered having managed to calm down a bit “Talking about hair what about her pussy? Hairy, trimmed or shaved?”
“Shaved defiantly” I gasped as she once more slowly slid her wrapped hand all the down my cock.

She carried on for a few minutes more no longer talking, getting me closer to cumming and then slowly down again bringing me back from the brink. “Well I don’t know about whether she shaves her teeny pussy but it seems to me that your fantasy teen slut, is my daughter Lucy!”
Oh crap I thought, now I’ve fucked up. I am so in the shit! “Sorry baby I didn’t think what I was saying. I didn’t mean it! We were just talking dirty. I didn’t think what I was saying. Don’t be mad!”

“But it’s true isn’t it? I saw the way you looked at her all weekend. I even saw the look of disappointment after she said how hot it was and came out in long shorts. I bet you were hoping for her to come with not much on weren’t you?” It was then that I noticed that she was still stroking my cock.

“You’re not pissed at me?” I asked

“Not at all, she’s an adult, if only barely! I can’t believe I am wanking you off while you fantasize about my baby girl! I bet you wish she was single and desperate, and while I am work you could seduce her into your bed so that you could have your wicked way with her tight young body! Is that want you want baby, tell me what u want to do with her. Be honest with me!”

Her hands had my mind numb in ecstasy and my defence is that it wasn’t my fault. She had opened a can of worms that I couldn’t stop what I said.

“I would prefer it if she joined us in bed, baby”. “What” she gasped “You want us to have a threesome with my 18 year old daughter! And I bet you would want more than getting to fuck us side by side, wouldn’t you babe? I know you! That wouldn’t be enough! You would want to watch us in some mother-daughter action!”

“God yes, I need to cum so bad. You have me so close”

“Do it babe cum over the thought of me and my daughter Lucy 69ing with her on top and then you sliding your cock into her pussy as I suck on her clit. Cum deep inside her. Shoot your load deep inside her and knock her up. Make my daughter pregnant with your cum. Do it, Do it NOW!!”

And I did! Boy, did I cum! Never before have I came so hard or so much. I came so hard I think I blacked out for a few moments.

The next few months were wild as ever but now we seem to go further in every thing we did, talking dirty about Lucy had broken some sort of dam and now nothing was held back. And not just in our fantasies our physical sex life had taken a big ol’ jump. We were giving each other oral in car parks, Beth even used a vibe in a restaurant as we tried to eat (she came at the table during dessert. We got some weird looks from those near by, but she was able to keep control well enough not to get us kicked out or arrested. We continued to talk about Lucy and the few times they visited for the weekend Beth encouraged me to look and wanked me off at night telling me how close her daughter was to us, just in the next room. That always made me cum. I worried that she must being doing this all for me and that it could drive a wedge between us. I said this to Beth and she assured me that this was as much a turn on for her as it was for me. We had both gotten into anything that was extreme and taboo, and nothing fitted the bill better than talking dirty about her own child.

Something else that we had discovered was that we both enjoyed being dominant and submissive and often took turns being slave to the other fulfilling their every wish and desire. Beth said to me one week that for the whole coming weekend she would my slave and that everything I said she would do between 8pm Friday and 6am Monday and no matter what I was her master. If a neighbour came over we would obviously have to be careful but still she would be mine.

Now you can imagine how excited we were as the weekend approached. Beth even started giving me suggestions on what I could make her do. One thing we had talked about before was her posing for dirty pictures for me, now we had done that many times before but this was to post on an on-line chat room. And she heavily hinted that this would be a great weekend to do it!

Friday night arrived and I drove home with a raging hard cock, Beth text me to say that she was stuck in traffic but she was so horny that she had started to play with herself as the cars crept along. When she finally arrived home I said that I had booked a table at our favourite restaurant and that she should change into her most daring outfit for a night out.

She said that she had bought a new dress that would be perfect, and perfect it was. It was a tight fitting blue dress that plunged, almost indecently between her tits. She was wearing a quarter cup bra that push her great tits up and out, but gave her nipples the chance to stand up and be noticed. The outfit was completed by a pair of killer heels in bright white. They wouldn’t be a bloke around who wouldn’t need to adjust himself after one look at her.

The table I had booked was in a corner relatively far from any other. We were seated at our table by a cute looking waitress with tits almost bursting from her uniform. After we had ordered Beth said “so master, I am yours for the weekend as I will do everything I can not to say no to anything you ask, just like the sluts in your stories that get you so horny for me.”
“Good” I replied “because I want you to talk dirty to me throughout the meal. The only time you can stop is when the waitress is right by our table”
“About anything in particular?” she asked. I replied that was up to her but it had to be the dirtiest she has every spoken. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned with our drinks. Just before she reached the table Beth suggested I get a eyeful of this sluts huge tits and to imagine the tit wank she could give me. Beth even managed to knock her napkin off the table so that the waitress had to bend over to pick it up giving me a great view down her top.
“So did you get a good look? Can you just imagine what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your cock, all oiled up and sliding in between. I could be there fingering your arse, or maybe it is time to take it to the next stage and it is time for you to get fucked in the arse with my dildo! Don’t worry, will take it slow to start with, but I want you to be able to take any dildo that I can.”
“fuck yes babe, you got me so hard”
“Good cause I really want to fuck your arse with a strap on dildo, I want you to bend over and fuck you hard. Treat you like my gay slut, mmm bet you‘d like that! Maybe I will make you suck a guy off, remember next time I will own you for the weekend!”
“Fucking hell, you know I will try anything you tell me, but just keep that in mind this weekend if you do everything I ask, how can I not do the same”
“REALLY? You would do that for me”
“Babe, you know that I trust you completely, and if you ask me to do something I’ll know that you really want me to do it. I can’t think of anything that I would say no to you about!”

The look of lust on her face was plain for all to see, and the waitress noticed plenty “don’t what you promised her honey, but she’s gonna give you a great night.” The waitress said as she placed our meals on the table.
“You have no idea how right you are!” Beth replied.

As the waitress left Beth asked me if this was the sort of talk I had in mind, and was I enjoying her talking about what she may do to me.

“God yes, I am loving it. I almost wish it was you in charge this weekend! I’m so horny that I would do it all!”
“Be careful what you promise me, you have no idea how far I want to push you!”
“Really?, tell me!”
Definitely would make you suck a guy off! Now who would it be? A stranger or someone you know. MMM I know I would make you suck Mike!!!”
“Mike, you mean Mike my brother!?!”
“Yes baby, take your baby brother all the way down your throat!. Then bend you over and have him fuck your arse while you have to eat your Mum’s slutty cunt”

“Fuck Babe, you are bad, so nasty, I love you”
“Not sure about you baby, but I have eaten enough…. Well food anyway! Lets go home and I’ll show just how nasty I can be!”
“Tempting, but we ain’t going home yet. But you’re right, it’s time to move on”

We settled up with the waitress, who gave us her number along with the change! Outside we grabbed a taxi and I gave the driver an address to take us to. We pulled up outside the strip club I had previously scouted out. We walked inside and every man eyed Beth up and down as we were shown to a table by a long legged blond wearing nothing more than panties and bra.

“Did you notice their eyes baby? Everyone watched you walk by, wouldn’t you just love to know of all the things they wanted to do with you?”
“I did, and fuck, it turned me on. I just wanted to lay down and let them do what they wanted with me!”

“You are such a slut, but not tonight. Tonight you are mine, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it”

The same blond brought us our overcharged drinks, but tonight I didn’t care. It didn’t even register, I was having way to much fun, and it was only going to get better with all I had planned. As she placed the drinks on the table she bent right over giving me a good eye-full of her cleavage, and asked if I wanted a table dance.

“Not right now thank you and it was my wife that was here to have lap dance and I want to let her have a look and see which of you lovely ladies she wants to dance for her.”

“Anything you folks want, you let me know, it’s always great to see couples in here for a change.” With that she left to attend another table.

Beth looked at me as she ran her hand up and down my leg her finger tips gently brushing my cock. “Your wife? Something you want to tell me?!” she giggled “You want me to have a lap-dance? I thought you wanted to have me watch you have one of these slut rubbing all over you! And believe me I would have been happy with that. It’s really turning me on to watch your eyes wander. Maybe we can pay more to go to a private room and I can have one of them sit on your face, while I suck you deep in my mouth?” I just shook my head and said “not tonight, tonight you are indulging my lesbian fantasy! If that’s ok?”
“Ok? Tonight you own me! Tonight anything you want is OK by me! So who do you want to dance for me?

“Mmm tonight I own you? I like the sound of that! But if you can, I would like you to choose.”
“OK honey, lets see what’s on offer!”
Beth caught the eye of the hostess that had shown us to our table and beckoned her over, then asked if it would be OK if she had a wander around to see the ladies on offer?
“We don’t usually allow that but I think we can make an exception in your case if it is just you. Just don’t interrupt any of the dancers.”

Beth stood up and said “ That’s real sweet of you, one more favour, would you be good enough to look after my husband while I wander? I would hate him to get lonely!” Beth leaned closer to her and whispered to her just loud enough for me to hear “If he’s not still rock hard when I get back, I’m going to be real disappointed”

“That I can do. Don’t worry, I will take great care of him” and sat down beside me, really close so that we were touching.

With that Beth left on a slow walk around the club. Slowly sauntering past tables with groups men who looked at her and made crude suggestions and offers to join them. As she past the hostesses she gave them a good look up and down. Meanwhile the hostess sitting beside me, was telling what a sexy lady my wife was and how she could almost sense the horniness radiating from Beth and how she would love to spend some time with us outside of work and that she just knew that we would all have a great time together. She whispered in my ear of all the things she wanted to do Beth, when she could really let loose. True to her promise to Beth, my cock was bursting in my pants.

It seemed that the hostesses around the club had cottoned on to what Beth was up to, and as they past her they brushed up against her, or stroked her arm. One even pulled her close and slowly danced with Beth and hands sliding down her back to rest on my wife’s arse. It seemed as if eye watched as they gently swayed in the middle of the club. Moments later another dancer joined them sandwiching Beth between them all three bodies rubbing against each other.

Just as I started to worry that I may just cum right there and then as the the two hostesses kissed Beth’s neck, even in my fantasies had it ever been this hot, Beth removed herself from between the two and walked towards the bar. I couldn’t see what was happening because the two hostesses were blocking my view. The next time I saw Beth she had a sexy young lady’s hand in hers and was bringing her back towards our table.

“Looks like your sexy wife has made her choice! I had better make sure I have kept up my end of the agreement..” With that she slid her hand over the front of my jeans, her finger tips circling the end of my raging erection. She carried on like this as Beth sat down on the other side of me.

“It seems like you have been looking after my husband wonderfully, but it would be wrong of me not to check, just to make sure, you understand!” Her hands joined the hostesses hand gently playing with my cock through my jeans. I was in heaven, my cock spitting pre-cum. “So what do you think of my choice? Sexy isn’t she?” Beth asked.

“One of our newest is Sara, and you are right she is very sexy, but what was it that you made you choose her? I could have bet that you would have picked either Indy or Mia as they were all over you!”

“I thought that my man would like us to see us together, because she reminds me of my daughter! And he has already confessed that he has fantasised about that!”

“Fuck, you are the kinkiest couple I have ever know! I’m not supposed to do this but fuck it. Can I give you my number?” And for the second time tonight we had the number of a hot women wanting are threesome with us. Of course, we took it!!!
“Well I’ll leave you three to your dance, but don’t forget to give me a call. You’ll make my day!” With a final squeeze of my cock she got up and left. We watched her walk away and Beth said” She does have a great arse, we definitely have to call her!”

Our attention focused on the lovely young women, Sara who was standing before us. “Please sit down in between me and my husband” Beth said patting the seat and making room. “Let us get you a drink, you heard why I choose you?
“Yes”, Sara replied shyly “you want me to give you a dance, as your daughter would”
“That’s right, and nice sexy dance that is going to get my man so horny watching you tease and gyrate in front of me that he drags me home and fucks me raw.”
“ Does Daddy want me to dance for him as well?”
“Not tonight, but I like you calling him Daddy! Maybe we will come again so that he can have the same!” Beth replied as she squirmed and rubbed her legs against Sara’s

A new tune started playing and Sara got to her feet and started swaying in front of Beth to the slow beat of the music. I dragged by eyes from Sara to watch Beth, who’s right hand was tightly clamped between her thighs. I could see how horny she was, if I had bent her over the table and fucked there in front of everyone, she wouldn’t have minded one bit.

Sara had began to run her hands over her chest, her fingertips sliding over her breasts that were lightly covered in a white shirt that was tied below her small breasts leaving her stomach bare. It was obvious that she wore no bra underneath as her nipples were clearly visible as they hardened under her own ministrations. As her hands trailed down her body feeling her short skirt covered derrière she slowly turned so that her back was towards Beth. She bent over low, her short skirt riding high, giving just the barest glimpse of white panties. Slowly standing up she sat on Beth’s lap grinding to the time of the music. Sara took Beths hands in hers and directed the to slide over her thighs, then up the sides of her tight young body. With Beth’s hands still underneath hers she slid them across her flat stomach to the knot of her blouse she turned her head leaning back on Beth’s shoulder she said “Undo it” Now I thought patrons weren’t allowed to touch but Beth wasn’t gonna say no! And did as she was told, slowly pulling the lightly tied knot open until it was free. “Now open it and take it off” Sara purred to Beth. After opening the thin blouse Beth then slid it down her shoulder. As she did Sara slowly stood up, leaving the shirt on Beth’s lap, and turned around showing us her naked chest. We noticed two things, first the sight of a pair of beautifully succulent breasts topped with rock hard rosy nipples, just begging to sucked on. The second was that somehow the short skirt had risen to be noting more than a belt around her waist revealing a pair of white skimpy panties. Sara carried on dancing to the music sinking low and spreading her legs wide, our eyes drawn the her pussy barely covered by the thin strip of material between her legs. Standing up Sara leaned forward placing her hands on Beth’s shoulders and slowly rubbed her nipples across the lips of a panting Beth.

The music ended and unfortunately so did the dance. I knew we needed to get home now, that neither of us could wait any longer so I passed Beth a £20 note to pay for her dance. Sara smiled and pointed to her panties indicating that Beth should place the money there and tucked the note into the band. “ I would hate for that to fall our, would you mind tucking it further down” Sara asked. Beth simply nodded and slid her hand all the way inside Sara’s panties and kept it there. It was obvious by the way that she grinded her pussy against Beth’s hand that she was fingering her. After what seemed like ages but must have only been moments Beth slowly removed her hand and immediately started sucking on her own fingers. As Sara left, Beth turned to me and kissed me, allowing me to enjoy the taste of another women for her mouth. Breaking the kiss she simply said to me “Take me home now”.

The short trip home, felt like it was taking forever and it was all we could do to prevent from fucking right there in the back of the taxi. But before long we pulled up outside, I paid the driver not caring about the change, but as we walked up the drive our hearts sank there was a car parked outside. It was Beth’s daughters car. I felt like screaming, and I could tell Beth felt the same way. The whole night was all about teasing and building up to this moment, and now this moment was going to have postponed until we could be alone again.

Inside Beth called out to Lucy but no reply came. In the kitchen there was a note.
“Mum and Si
So sorry to do this to you both. Guess you are both out for the night. Hope I am not going to ruin your evening, but me and Mark broken up I caught him cheating on me. I hope you don’t mind that I stay for a few days. Anyway I’ll talk to you both about it tomorrow. I am fine about it but, just need a few days to clear my mind. I haven’t slept properly for weeks. I have taken a couple of sleeping tablets, they are strong ones that will knock me out till probably tomorrow lunch, just need a good 18 hours sleep. Don’t worry about waking me, I will be dead to the world till tomorrow.
Speak to tomorrow and don’t worry
LUCY X”
“Bless her, though I can’t say I am disappointed, Mark was a dick. Get us a drink while I get comfortable, maybe we can still rescue the night, if not how we were hoping.”

Beth found me in the kitchen pouring wine, she was wearing a red silky short night shirt buttoned up the front, a pair of matching shorts barely covering her arse. She took her wine and drank it down, she then took my glass and emptied that as well, and said “now come with me”.

Taking my hand in her she led me to the bedroom, her other hand rubbing my cock through me jeans. “ You have given the best night of my life, but you have woken something in me that just wont go away….and I don’t want it too! I need to live my life like tonight, I am so horny. Every sensation is so heighten, I can feel the silk caressing my nipples, my pussy needs to be filled. But I am even horny in my brain, I can’t think of anything but perverted and sordid thoughts. I hope you can cope with me, because I can’t stop, I have changed deep inside. We stopped outside the spare room, outside Lucy’s room. I had best check she is asleep, don’t you think, I would hate us to wake her. I nodded, but encouraged her to be quick that I needed her in the worst way. She slowly open the door, the light in the hall allowing just a little light into the room. Beth crept inside, but shocked me by not letting go of my hand and pulling me inside. “Lucy, Lucy” Beth whispered. Through the low light we could only just make out the bed. Beth moved closer pulling me behind her. Beth called our her daughters name again, though this time louder. Still no response came as she stroked her hair all the while talking, now in a normal voice. Even a gentle shake of her shoulders didn’t interrupt the sound of gentle breathing.

“She seems ok, guess these tablets really do knock her out” I gasped as she let go of my hand and grasps my cock right there in front of her sleeping daughter. She unzips my jeans, taking my rock hard cock in her hand. My hands move by themselves to Beth’s tits caressing her nipples though the silky material. “ This turning you on isn’t it? Here we are wanking and groping while we talk dirty about my daughter like I know you love too, but this time she is right here. I could get on my knees by her bed and suck you till you shoot your hot cum in my mouth and she would never know, or maybe you would prefer it that I leant forward bent over her bed while you ram your cock in me as my tits sway over her sleeping body. I bet you could tell me to touch her sleeping body while you watch and wank and she wouldn’t even stir.” I couldn’t help myself and I groaned out loud. “That’s what you want is it? I knew it would be and I also know that you would never ask me. So I am just going to do it! If you want to tell me what to do, then tell me, if not just stand there and wank while you watch and enjoy”

She ran her hands lightly over the sheet that cover her daughters sleeping body. I could see the outline of her legs and her mother gently stroked them, sliding up the inside of her thighs, but not quite reaching her pussy. Then she moved to just her pussy, all the time running her finger tips up her body. I gasped as she ran over the outline of her tits, then again as she started to slide the sheet towards her daughters feet, giving me the sight of her daughter in nothing more than silky pj’s. “ I think we need a little more light, don’t want you to miss any of the action!” Beth said as she turned the bedside light on and giving me a dirty look.

I took the opportunity to have a good perv at her sleeping form. “Mmm, I just love the look of pure lust that you have in your eyes” Beth said to me. “Feel me, touch me, while I fondle my daughter” I could only nod as I stood behind her my hard cock rubbing against her arse my hands on her tits. Beth leaned back and kissed me deep and hard. “How about this, anything u do to my body I will do to hers.” Beth’s hands returned to
Lucy’s silky covered breasts and gave them the same gentle groping to Beth’s. I began to feel braver and began to twist Beth’s nipples, gently at first and gradually harder eventually grasping her hard nipples and pulling them away from her body, gentling pulling her breast away from her chest. Everything I did Beth copied. I couldn’t stand it any longer, what little remained of my sense of morality left me and I had to go for broke. I let go of Beth’s nipples and instead my fingers found the buttons of her silky night shirt, I unbuttoned it. Beth looked deep in my eyes, the look of lust was plain to see. And slowly she grasped the top button of Lucy shirt and nimbly undid it. “Keep going” she said. And I did, all the way down the front until every button was undone, sliding my hand slowly up from the waistband of her shorts, across her naked skin till my hand cupped her naked breast. Beth said simply “Watch” as she copied the same motion, the front of Lucy’s shirt falling open revealing the two perfect globes of Lucy’s breasts Beth’s hand gently cupping them. “ Can you feel how hard my nipples are? My daughter’s are just as hard. Give me your hand so that you can compare our nipples.

She took my hand under hers, and guided my finger to brush her daughter nipples, and she was right they were rock hard. I was doing all I could not to rub my cock over Beth’s arse cause I knew I was ready to explode. Here I was groping an 18 year old with her mum encouraging me and getting off on it just as much as me. With one hand on Lucy’s perky tits my other slid down Beth’s body into her silky shorts and couldn’t believe how wet she was. She was panting like a dog on heat as my fingers gently circled her clit. “You perv, you know that now I have to do the same to Lucy!” As she slid her into Lucy’s silky panties and I could see the outline of fingers coping mine. “Damn, she’s as wet as me! Guess we are giving her a real filthy dream”
“Really? I can’t believe it, but I am sure loving this filthy you!”
“I bet you are! Now slide a finger inside me, cause I want to finger my daughter!” Who was I to disappoint, and slid a finger deep inside Beth’s dripping pussy. I could see from the angle of her hand that she truly was fingering Lucy. She brought her fingers to my mouth rubbing the over my lips and said “taste her”. After sucking as much cum from her fingers as I could get Beth said “you’ve tasted my daughter cum it’s only fair that I get to as well. Help me take her panties down.” Lucy’s was shaved bare except for a small patch above her clit. Beth gently spread Lucy’s legs, knelt down between them and began to eat her. I could believe what I was seeing, but Beth didn’t stop there. “Now get behind me a fuck me hard, I know you won’t last long and I don’t care. I just need to feel you cum inside me while I suck on my daughter cunt.

She was right I could barely hold on long enough to slide into her, but I managed. It was obvious that I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes and soon enough with the feel of velvet that surrounded my cock and the sight in front of me, I gave up to the inevitable and with one last hard thrust I shoot every once of me into Beth as she came with me.

I expected the realisation of what we had done, just sink in. But Beth seemed happy with what we had done to her daughter as she gentle re-dressed Lucy.
“She’ll have no clue to how much pleasure she has given us tonight, but maybe we can give her something to make her wonder. Rub you cock over her lips, let her taste us in the morning. But this time you do it on your own I just want to watch this!” What could I do? So slowly leaning over Lucy’s face I rubbed the end of my cock over her lips, giving them a gentle coating of our combined cum. Not able to resist I pushed a little harder until I slipped just inside her mouth. “Come on perv, don’t get any more ideas, save that for next time!”

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