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I have been extremely busy here as of late so I haven’t been able to write much. I am currently working on the next installment of “The Goth” and three other series that I think you will enjoy. However I have been given some stories from a friend of mine that wants to know what you think. Here is the third. Bedtime Story.

Sara smiled as she watched the pair of them leave on whatever adventures he had planned for them before turning her mind back to the task at hand. Even if she had seemed to just let it go in one ear and out the other she had taken every command to heart he had given her and she would make sure she completed them to the best of her ability, but for now she had to finish this up first. Knowing Erica was doing a perfect job in order to earn her reward she smiles that much more as she pulls on the strings to make their servant’s rear lift even more in the air, making her cry out even more because it gave Erica that much more access and the pulling on the chains and ribbons pulled at varous parts of her body though the rings and piercings giving her the pleasurable pain she so enjoyed.

Erica works diligently on the girl’s pussy and anus making sure it would perfectly cleaned and there for pleasing to Master and if Sara so desired she would do this daily to keep the girl in such a way. She didnt need to be told not to say the servants name anymore since the only ones she did speak were His as Master and Sara’s as Mistress, when she spoke at all in the home. She had learned her role well and knew that pets such as her and Anita did not need to speak unless spoken to. The only other times were in public when they were coming across more of a normalish family but never even seeing them could they be considered normal at least not together.

The servant once known as Tina knew nothing of who that person was anymore, she was Their servant and nothing more, nothing less, that was just who she was now. Even as she cries out in pleasure and pain as Erica works her tongue repeatedly over her sensitive and sore entrances even biting and pulling at the clit ring to change up the sensations, and as Sara worked the corset strings causing her to move only as she wishes, as well as pulling on the chains to her piercings she tenses and and trembles as more and more pleasure storms her body. It wasnt the same as his cock taking her roughly in the ass but exciting and pleasurable in its own right. It hits her suddenly as it always does, hard and fierce, her pussy tightents around Erica’s delving tongue as she cums, her pussy spasming again and again as Sara pulls harder on the chains and corsets making the actions harsh just to add to her pleasure. Her cries fill the bathroom and echos around the other empty rooms up the private upstairs as she screams out her body trembling against the side of the tub where she is being held in postion. Even as she begins to come down Erica contintues to clean her new excitement from her pussy and her upper thighs where the power of her orgasm and Erica’s tongue working in her had made it drip from her.

Sara reaches down and runs her fingers through Erica’s hair before grasping it to pull her away from the servants ass and pussy so she didnt have to clean her once more but instead to rinse the girl’s off once more. Having Erica stay put for the time being as she leads the servant to the bedroom to have her lay on the edge of the sprawling king size bed that was in the bedroom, cooing to her to rest for a bit as she goes back to tend to Erica who waited paitently still in the bathroom. Smiling once more she strips Erica out of her puppy suit, checking her over throroughly even making her lean over the tub so she could give her a minor inspection. Running her fingers into her pussy and then her anus to be sure she was not only as sensitive as Master would wish but also being sure there was no damage or any abnormalities to be concerned over. It wasnt a thorough inspection but good enough for her to continue with the girls reward. She had thought of bathing Erica first but deemed it pointless at this time just taking a damp cloth running it over her body in a ‘Bird bath’ type deal. Even as Sara had checked her Erica had whimpered and moaned quietly,pressing back into her fingers pressing the issue wanting more even if it was just a minor inspection, she always wanted more, needed more. When Sara stopped and gave her a quick wipe down she pouted a bit which earned her a slap to her bottom to make her behave once more. “Nuhuh, you want your reward you be a good girl now.” Which was enough to make Erica behave not wanting to loose the reward she had happily even enjoyed working for. “Yes, Mistress.” She answered quietly even if she had let her tone get more sultry in her want and need. One satisfied with her care and behavior Sara retrieved a light collar and chain leash and placed it on Erica letting her know just because Master was not here it did not mean her role would change any and lead her to the bedroom, with Erica on her hands and knees.

Once there she tugged on the leash to have Erica sit on the foot of the bed or more lay on it like a puppy curling up as she went to check on Their Servant. Seeing her almost asleep from the vigrous activities of the afternoon she smiles even more pulling on the chains to shift her more to the corner of the bed leaving the middle and ends open. She wasnt going to deprive her of the show if she could keep her eyes open. Satisifed with the current arrangement Sara moves to the closet to get some ropes to use on Erica, Erica’s gaze following her ever move and step from moving the girl to going to the closet and returning. Sara rembembered from Anita how extreme this could be and she was going to use the ropes to keep the girl in place for the toy to abuse her body, much as Master had the girls. Tossing the ropes on the bed she reaches for Erica’s leash once more, keeping it held where the girl had to crawl up the bed on her hands and knees to the center, before hooking the end of the leash in a hook at the head of the bed smiling more and more. Sara decided she was going to change it up just a bit knowing Master wouldnt mind once her learned of it and her plans, for all she knew he had cameras around the place so he could keep an eye on what was his when he was away. Half crawling onto the bed now as big as the bed is, she reaches over and catches the leash right at the ring on her collar and pulls her hard down on the bed, the corner of her lip quirking up just a bit as Erica collapsed with her face against the sheets leaving her hips in the air. Taking up one of the pillows from the head of the bed she tucks it under Erica’s hips before sliding off the bed once more to take her feet and pull them out from under her. With the pillow under her hips, even though Sara had pulled her flat down, it kept her hips and but in the air slightly exposing her to Sara as she then spread Erica’s legs out on either side of her.

Looking Erica over for a moment Sara grins a bit more quite pleased with the current position and she planned on keeping Erica in that pose until she was done. Hitching her sundress up just a bit she practically crawls over the top of Erica pressing down against her back, her own knees between the girl’s legs as she purred in her ear. “Now you will stay just like this and not move until you cannot move on your own little pet.” Erica shivers a bit at the purr in her ear nodding carefully as not to bump Sara’s face as close as it was, feeling Sara’s body pressing hers down more into the bed and on the pillow for a moment. “Yes, Mistress.” As much as their Master had been gone, he hadnt really seen how well Sara had moved into her roll, unless he did indeed of course have cameras around their private domain. “Good little horney bitch, you have earned your reward for following Master’s wishes and cleaning our servant well.” Slowly moving off of Erica letting her body brush against hers as she did, she reaches for the ropes once more and slides off the foot of the bed.
Starting at her hands, she binds both of Erica’s wrists securely together, but not tight enough to do any damage to her, depending on how hard the girl ended up pulling against her binds of course. She then pulls the up above her head to secure them into a ring placed in the wall there securing it tightly as well, even pulling on it roughly to check the hold. Moving then she moves back to Erica’s legs gathing up another piece of rope binding her ankle with it, shifting the servant a bit more she brings it to one corner of the bed tieing it off to a ring underneath once more checking the hold before doing the same with the other, leaving Erica’s ass in the air a bit from the pillow, arms bound above her head and her legs spread eagle tied to where the girl barely had any wiggle room to move. Smiling brightly at her work so far she takes the final piece of rope mimickign what she had seen him do before and ran it around and under Erica’s upper body above and below her breaths before taking the ends and running them under the bed to secure her even further tieing them together. She grins as she moves back to the closet getting a couple toys from it, one the machine that would be used to fuck her silly, a ball gag to stifle her cries, and a smaller dildo she would attach to the other device to use it her anus. Smiling happily at her plan she moves back to Erica’s head to place the ball gag in her mouth.
Erica had obiediently moved and allowed Sara do place her as she wished on the bed as she bound her making it almost impossible for her to move more than maybe an inch in any direction and that would cause the ropes to bind a bit on her breasts though not as tightly as it would have if Master would have done the figure eight on her just the pressure of the ropes on either side of her breasts. She whimpers a bit when Sara comes back around to her head with the ball gag, all of it so far making her extremly excited to the point she was already becoming wet in expectation for the fun to come even if she did not know about the addition to the device Sara was going to use on her. When Sara brings it to her mouth she opens it taking the ball into it and holding it with her teeth as Sara runs the straps to the back of her head to hold it in place. Once secured Sara runs her fingers through Erica’s hair leaning in to kiss her cheek ever so sweetly before disappearing from Erica’s sight once more.

From her spot on the bed the servant watches not making a move or sound except with Sara had her move once more, now position between the ropes going across the bed and one of the ropes securing her leg. She herself was physcially and mostly mentally exhausted from having her body heavily used and the rest of who she was stripped completely from her mind, but even in her current state she was ready at any given time for Mistress to request her help with the pet. Her half closed eyes watching everything as it took place. But it seemed that Sara did not need her assistance at this time, but the scene itself still making her body react a bit even as sore and used as she was especially the thoughts of the ropes binding her breasts.

Sara herself had moved back around to kneel on the foot of the oversized bed between Erica’s legs running her nails lightly along her bare thighs on the
outside then along the backs to the inside to rub her pussy massagingly smiling more feeling the dampness that was already forming on her petals making her lick her lips just a bit. She couldnt resist the urge to lean down and in to run her tongue along then between her petals letting it flick off the clit ring he had added the night he gave them his mark on their ankles making Erica whimper past the gag and her hips jerk a bit in need, her position making it that much easier for Sara to tease her a bit, Sara’s hair moving along Erica’s legs lightly making her twitch and squrim against her binds as it seemed to tickle even while Sara’s tongue teased her pussy. Sara purrs a bit as she slips her tongue inside the girls entrance tasting her making the girl squirm more in need trying to move towards her mouth, but the way she was tied not letting her making the teasing even more fun for Sara who had all the control on how much she got. Pulling back from her pussy Sara reached for the smaller dildo and ran it inside Erica’s pussy and along her walls coating it nicely in her excitement. Sara’s tongue and then the toy had the girl whimpering and moaning around the the ball in her mouth even making her bite down on it as Sara pumped the toy inside of her, it wasnt as big as what was to come but it was much more filling than Sara’s petite tongue. Sara was coating it knowing unlike the servant Erica couldnt hand a good dry fuck as Master had done to her her earlier, and once she had it coated nicely she pulled it from her leaving Erica squirming and whimpering in need trying to move for Sara to push it back into her pussy unsuccessfully. Erica suddenly gasps out as Sara runs it from her pussy up between her cheeks to her dark start slowly pressing and working it into her anus, opening her slowly to take the toy into her making her cry out around the gag until her body became more adjusted to it. Sara left it in her anus as Erica tried to shift about, her dark start tightening around it then loosening more as if trying to expel it as Sara quickly crawled across the bed to the side table extracting a tube of lube knowing she didnt want Erica’s excitement to wear off and end up leaving the girl raw and in pain. Pulling it from her after making sure she was opening up a bit Sara coats the smaller dildo in the lubricant before attaching it to the device holding the much larger dildo. Looking up and across the girls back to where her face was Sara smiles again purring out. “Hope you are ready for a fun ride my horney little bitch.” Even before Erica could even think about responding even with a nod, Sara pushes the tip of the bigger toy into Erica’s pussy making her whimper out. Pumping it bit by bit at first Sara puts more and more of the toy into her before the tip of the smaller reached her rear entrance once more, the in a slow steady push she presses both fully and completely into her pussy and anus making Erica cry out around the gag and squirm more against her bindings.

Setting the device up to where it would hold its postition on its own Sara turns it on low at first having it pump into her almost tenderly causing Erica to moan more , her hips trying to move as if she were riding both toys at the same time. Slowly notch by notch Sara turns it up until it is fucking Erica hard and fast making her moan and cry out, the soudns being muffled by the gag.

Erica moans as Sara starts with the dildo in her pussy the feeling of it filling her tight wet walls sending a wave of desire through her already hot body each pump of it making her needier. The sudden fill of the second dildo pressing against her anus made her whimper then moan out at it pushed and filled her anus in time with the other until both filled her entrances deeply. She heard the hum as Sara turned it on once it was deep in her, her hands curling up sending her nails even if short cut for the mitts dig into her palms as she tries to move with it, against it, her hips moving as much as they could as it began fucking her making her cry out more and more. The double penetration pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Sara spanks her making her but jiggle then rubs the sting out as tremors move through Erica’s body, Sara quite enjoying the show before her, even at first running her own fingers between her legs to tease and rub her own pussy, even that part of Master’s list of commands staying fresh in her mind, making her whimper even as she watched.

Sara looks over at the servant deciding she had plenty of time at the moment to rest and sent her after her own toy that he had gotten her so long ago that she had almost forgotten about until she watched both toys being pumped into Erica’s ass hard and fast from the device no longer needing her to control unless she since she had set it to randomly change its pace even to add vibrations to it randomly. All of which was making Erica cry out as Sara practically climbed over her pressing her body against hers as she took a nip at her neck right above the collar she had placed on her, before moving off to the side where she could lean back and into Erica from the side, but sitting up for the moment as she waited for their servant to return with her favorite toy. Just as the girl returned Sara had pulled her sundress up and over her head dropping it off the side of the bed to leave herself bare as well, having been the only one in of the three remaining girls to be dressed or be pleasured that day. Leaning back into Erica or more over her back she could feel the jerks and twitches of the pets body as her need grew and grew, felt her pulling on her bindings which just made Sara all the needier herself.

Parting her legs and pushing up a bit so that she balanced on Erica’s back holding the girl down that much more she motions for the servant to use her own vibrating dildo on her, gasping out as first the dildo slide into her tight wet pussy, staying tighter from not being used as much as the others so that when he did use her she wouldnt be as formed to him as they might be. Feeling the prong press against her dark start she whimpers out shifting more so that the servant would press it more into her ass just to moan out as it fills her anus and the other prong comes in contact with her clit. The servant having an understand of the toy turns the vibrator on then making Sara moan and whimper out even as she feels Erica’s body tense when she releases beneath her back.

Erica feels Sara moving about her body from behind making her jump and cry out at the light nip to her neck before she feels her position herself at her side, turning her head to watch as Sara’s nude form comes into view, the toy pumping into her entrances pushing her hard and fast towards her release, she cant take her eyes off the pair as the other girl comes back with the toy and Sara moves to balance on her back pressing her more into the bed even while her hips shift up lettting the devce move deeper into her own pussy. Watching as well as feeling just turned Erica on that much more as the servant began using the vibrating dildo on Sara causing her to cum hard and fast, the dildo pumping into her pussy making her excitement drip onto the sheets below her pussy.
The servant happily went and retrieved the toy to use on her Mistress knowing she was also following her Master’s orders as well helping Sara please herelf as to his wishes. She works the toy into Sara’s pussy and anus turning the vibrator on to make it all the more pleasurable, her own determination to serve them both making her work hard and fast to make sure her Mistress came and came again.

Feeling Erica’s release beneath her as well as the servant fucking her with her own toy, Sara reaches up and teases her own breasts and nipples, pinching and pulling at them bringing them to hard little nubs adding to her own desire and need. The feeling of the girl working the toy into her hard and fast soon leaves her moaning and crying out reaching for her own release as she still feels Erica trembling beneath, hearing her cries past the gag just adding to the erotic scene as she is forched to climax again beneath her. The device never letting her come completely down from each high of ecstacy, just makes Sara cum quicker and harder, her excitement dripping from her own pussy as the servant continues to working the vibrator into her pussy and ass, changing pace sometimes holding it still inside of Sara so the prong can slap her clit constantly pushing her towards a second release which she doesnt have until she feels Erica tensing beneath her back for a third time.

She motions for the servant to stop them, slowly bringing her down from her release, making her body tremble from aftershocks until she finally removes it from her and sets it aside. Without Sara indicating it but knowing how her Master had commanded such things before she leans into to clean the excitement from Sara’s pussy and thighs with her mouth and tongue, taking her time until every last bit of evidence is gone making Sara whimper and moan as she does until the last reminants of her ecstasy is gone from her body. Slowly sitting up she strokes the servants hair for just a moment before turning some to Erica looking down at her ecstasy filled, dazed as the device pushes her into another release them almost becoming constant now as her body withers in pleasure. After watching her face after the last release she moves back over her slowing the toy down to bring her down bit by bit before finally pulling it from her pussy and anus. Looking over at the amount of excitement on the sheets from Erica she smiles once more from her own release and knowing the girl had gotten a just reward for her actions. Handing the device to the servant to go clean along with her own toy, she moves to unbind Erica letting the girl curl up and rest a bit, curling up next to her laying her head on Erica’s side. When the servant returns she motions her over with them to cuddle and relax as she starts to drift off, in the back of her mind thinking it would be a good time to take a nap before finshing up the day with dinner and proper baths for her and Erica.

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From a friend.

I have been extremely busy here as of late so I haven’t been able to write much. I am currently working on the next installment of “The Goth” and three other series that I think you will enjoy. However I have been given some stories from a friend of mine that wants to know what you think. Here is the second. Hottub.

Later that evening when they had returned to the house once more, Sara decided it was as good a time as any to begin the next step in the training of Tina in her role as the Whore servant. The first thing she did was have Tina herself add the new tick mark to her apron, smiling as she did giving her an sharp pinch on her ass when she did as a reward. Tina happily added the new mark, biting her lip at the pinch as she shivered slightly from the sting of it, then looked to her Mistress waiting for her next instructions. Sara thought about it for a moment knowing she had to get Tina to where she did things on her own without being told per Master’s orders, but she knew that would be a process and not something that would happen over night. With that in mind she gave her a list of chores that she had to take care of daily, one of which being helping with the care and bathing of the their pets, that thought coming from his statement at the beach that her or Tina help with Erica’s angst during bath time.
When bath time came along, Sara had been thinking about another of Master’s commands about a new fit so she requested permission to use the computer so she could search for and order such an outfit. Assuming he gave her permission, she went about her search telling Tina to take Erica for her bath, keeping Anita close to her and him, one because she was accustomed to having them near, and two in case he decided he wanted Anita’s time. If he didnt in that space in time she would occasionally reach down and stroke Anita’s head or run her fingers along her back in a stroking petting way, conforting to both of them.
Meanwhile………..
Tina leads Erica to the bathroom in the bedroom before helping her from her new fit and setting it outside the door, calling for one of the other servants in the home to come and clean it while she bathed Erica. Setting the water tempeture in the jacuzzi bath, Tina assisted Erica in climbing in the deep spacious tub to relax a bit as the water filled it and she stripped herself to climb in with her to make her job that much easier. As the water took its time filling the tub, Tina took up a cloth and adding soap to it before sliding in behind her having her set up a bit, as she began slowly running the rag over her back and shoulders massaging deep into her tissue as she did causing Erica to groan quietly, feeling her muscles begin to relax. Leaning into her bare back, Tina runs the cloth around to soap up Erica’s breasts making Erica squirm back into her, grinding her ass against Tina’s crotch her desire already starting to rise. Since that wasnt enough to get Tina going alone since she had removed her clamps for the bath, which Sara had showed her how to put on and remove if needed, so she continues to run the cloth and her free hand over Erica’s body cleaning her torturously slow as the water level finally rose enough for the jets to become affective. Running the hand with the cloth down between Erica’s legs to run it over her pussy, Tina reached over with her other hand to turn off the water and turn on the jets causing the water to swirl around them, having a simular effect as the ocean did on Anita earlier in the day, Erica’s breats seeming to float along the surface of the water as she arched back into Tina, whimpering more, her breathing picking up more and more as Tina used the rag to clean and tease at her, running along the sides of her petals then up the center with enough pressure for the cloth to part her lips and run along her sex. Tina’s other hand comes back to Erica’s breasts to caress her them and tease at her nipple flicking them one at a time lightly before giving a pull to each, Erica now moving her hips with the movements of Tina’s hand on her pussy, who wouldnt keep it in one place long enough to give her much more than a tease. Riling her up heavily and on purpose having a plan in mind, as she nips and nibbles along Erica’s neck giving her as many sensations as she could at any given time. After a few minutes of the sweet torture Erica was groaning and whimpering needily pushing hard back against Tina beind her making Tina herself begin to squirm as Erica’s ass grinds against her exposed pussy since her legs were on either side of Erica, the almost constant friction affecting Tina even if she did like pain more, she could still be turned on by smaller things like any woman. Pulling her hand away from Erica’s pussy long enough to set the rag aside she reaches back down to tease her clit with her bare hand along, circling her clit with her fingers before rubbing it firmly and quickly causing Erica to move more against her making Tina whimper just a bit behind her. Sliding her fingers down along her sex, Tina suddenly begins fingering Erica hard and fast making her cry out more the sounds being able to be heard in the next room barely if one were listening. Tina refused to give Erica her release yet instead pulling her fingers from her to tease her clit once more, making her groan out in need seeming to almost beg now as she pressed hard back against Tina wanting more. Instead, Tina turns them easily in the water to where the are sideways in the tub now making Erica’s and her own legs bend to accomodate the shorter space. Tina ran her hand through the water in front of Erica judging just where one of the jets were before adjusting them a bit more. The current position made it easy for Tina to lean back and slide more under Erica causing her legs to come up more as Tina reaches around her to bring Erica’s legs complete out of the water and make her drape them over the edge of the tub itself. Erica squeaks in surprise not knowing what Tina has in mind by the movement but Tina just purrs in her ear before moving one hand back down Erica’s body her her pussy, cupping and massaging it as she shift her body even more, her hand covering any immediate effects of the water jet not giving Erica a moments notice before she reaches her other hand around to spread the girls legs apart even more. Suddenly she pulls her hand back and to Erica’s other leg exposing her pussy to the constant pressure of the water jet making Erica cry out and arch more against Tina as the water assaults her clit and pussy. Erica cries out more and more as the water abuses her sex the pulsing stream along with her own movements driving her desire hard and fast, leaving her withering against Tina, who had slipped one of her own hands back down between their bodies to play with her own pussy, pinching and tugging at her own clit before randomly plunging her fingers deep and hard into her own pussy groaning in Erica’s ear as Erica’s cries begin to fill the room, echoing in it to be heard clearly from the other rooms, at least those on the second floor. It doesnt take long before Erica screams out as she cums hard on top of Tina, her was beginnig to cry out herself, her fingers constantly working at her own pussy tugging harder on her clit, pinching it more sharply before driving her fingers back into her own pussy. Tina doesnt let Erica move, her position making it hard for her to do much more than push against Tina, knowing that even if she tried to close her legs she wouldnt get any relief from the position it would still assault her pussy and ass as if from doggy style, Tina brings her free hand back up to play with Erica’s nipples once more, pinching them and pulling on them as Erica continues to scream out the water jet forcing her into another orgasm almost on top of the other while Tina works her own pussy over making herself cry out in pleasure, both girls now crying out, the sounds echoing as Tina herself screams out her ecstacy. Tina not letting Erica move as she continues to finger fuck her own self bring her own pleasure against as Erica is repeatedly forced to orgasm, only stopping when she feels the girl becoming limp against her, her body trembling and shaking from the repeated releases against hers. After her last release she eases Erica back around away from the jets finally giving her a reprieve from the assault, Erica’s breaths coming in small shallow breaths as she groans in Tina’s hold, Tina herself trembling from her own releases but not to far gone not to be able to keep the other girl safely above the water. When both had been able to catch their breaths, Tina reaches for the cloth once more, finishing cleaning both of them before she lets the water out of the tub and dries them off. Checking to find the servant had descretely brought Erica’s outfit back cleaned, she dresses each of them once more in their prospective fits before returning to the office where their Master, Mistress and sister were waiting on them.

Sara had smiled hearing the cries coming from the bathroom knowing that Tina was thoroughly doing her job as she searched for her new fit, finally settling on one to place the order about the time the two girls returned to them, Erica obvioulsy exhausted by the experience, Tina not far behind her about worn from the days events. Erica moving to curl up in her Master’s lap while Tina moved to retrieve the red marker adding three more tally marks to her apron for a total of 21…..

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

E.G. Saunders here. By now you know there’s actually a deep story wrapped around the sex – and, yes, there is more sex coming. Pleasures come to those with patience – Subs know what I mean. I’m going to tease your mind, grip it tightly. I wasn’ t joking when i wrote that this is a suspense thriller. Enjoy yourselves.

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Chapter 7

I don’t know just how long I stood staring at that damn thing, but my legs started aching, so I figured it must have been a considerable length.

I couldn’t process my thoughts well. And, yes, I wanted a drink.

There was one thing about me, though; I could fast between drinks for days—even weeks—if needed. I had that much capacity, courage, and conviction. The toughest part was rallying my persistence against the onslaught of the need.

I had to use that ability now. The dark stiletto lying on the floor told me that I had to buck up onto the wagon or get run under it by a hot woman who probably wouldn’t break a sweat or shed a tear from my demise.

And if you don’t die between now and then…

Her last sentence held firm in the thick fog of my indecision.

I went over everything I had told her, all the people she had pulled from me.

I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed. I was still nude, but at least I wasn’t holding my dick in my hand. Thoughts of taking a little swig of rum—only one, just a little sip—went through me as often as I breathed. But I held firm. I knew I would be going through that for a while. I knew the symptoms. The ache.

I’ve been at this struggle many times. It was something I faced daily—more so on long gigs, which is why I tried not to take them: I won’t work drunk. Period. I wasn’t that bad, though. I would kill myself if it got to that point.

I had an uncle who carried a curved flask in his sock daily. Lifted his pant leg and took a little pop every time he got majorly stressed on the set. No, he didn’t do it in front of everyone, only me. Yes, he was the reason I got into the business. But he wasn’t the one who got me started on the drink. My parents were drunks. I mean “socialites.” They had money and connections. I think Mother is dead now, but I’m not really sure. They left for France and then greater Europe when I was still in my teens. I haven’t seen them since.

My uncle, Tim, took care of me. As I said, he didn’t start me on the drink, but he did nurture me into the alcoholic I am today. Helped me craft my particular habit in a way that didn’t disrupt my work.

All in all, he was the best parent I could’ve had. He actually cared what happened to me. In turn, I cared for him. I ended up putting him to bed more than any man should, but it was our way. He took me under his wing, gave me the skills with cameras and lighting, pointed me out to the right people. I helped get him to bed so he wouldn’t end up on the front end of someone’s bumper staggering home at night.

It was our deal.

He was the only one I didn’t mention to Candy.

I would protect him until the day I died. I owed him that.

He was dead, too, but I knew about his death. Cared that it happened. I was at the funeral. Gave a good eulogy, from what I recall. Yes, I drank a bit before and after, but he truly would’ve wanted it that way. I didn’t disappoint.

Candy wasn’t going to know about him.

But then I got to thinking, standing there nude staring at the stiletto, did he know about Candy? I don’t mean in that way—she would have been…probably twelve by the time he died.

What I meant was, were there other Candys around?

I got to thinking about a ton of other things, too, but that one stuck in my head almost as long as her implied threat. Or warning.

Fuck, I didn’t know which one it was.

I’ve seen some crazy shit in my time. Everything you might think is fucked up and weird in life gets multiplied by fifty when you add stupid amounts of money to the mix. And the film industry has plenty stupid amounts of money.

My skin was starting to crawl; my lips and mouth were dry.

Yeah, you go ahead and fuck yourself, demon. I got your tail. You can have mine when I’m dead.

I would be repeating that thought often over the next…lifetime. But, as I said, I was stubborn. I could tell myself and my demon to fuck off as many times as needed.

I think the only thing that made me even the slightest bit successful with the demon was that he and I both knew I would be returning to the bottle eventually. I had accepted that fact. Embraced it, you might say.

Yeah, I was fucked up. I accepted that, too.

But as it turns out, I didn’t know what fucked up truly was. Candy…she was about to fuck me raw.

And not in the good way.

CHAPTER 8

What the fuck was I going to do?

I got dressed, after sticking a bandaid on my chest from where she had poked me. She had drawn blood, but not much. It stung, but it would sting a hell of a lot more after I pulled the bandaid out of my chest hair. I thought about that part too late.

I fended off a phone call from Thad, my agent. He had work for me, but I didn’t want to work.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t leave that.

I stared at the stiletto resting on the carpet as if it was waiting for something.

A part of me thought that Candy had planted it in my apartment for the very simple reason that it was a plant—evidence from some crime she had committed. She was passing blame to me.

Evidence.

I knew it had been used before, too. There was no doubt about that. Certainly not now.

It was filthy. Sin filthy.

Coming from me that was rich. But then again, if there was anyone who knew anything about sin…

I would have to watch my wound, no telling who she had stabbed before me. Or where she had stabbed them.

I rubbed the bandaid through my shirt.

Rum. It was alcohol. It would kill germs.

Fuck you, demon.

The last thing I needed now was having a bottle of that shit in my hands.

My cell phone buzzed. Thad wasn’t going to leave me alone. If he had work for me, it was because he was in debt to someone. And that meant that he was going to try and call in debts from me.

I didn’t owe him a goddamn thing. I didn’t owe anyone a goddamned thing. And that’s how I lived my life.

I looked at the stiletto. It looked back at me, daring me to touch it. Daring me to put it somewhere and add more of my DNA to its surface.

I had to wash it, clean off all traces of…well, anything that might be on it.

And that was when my paranoia started in on me. I looked at the door to my place, slowly. Carefully. I was listening, too. For footsteps—and not the soft kind with the spike heels dripping with sex.

I was listening for the heavy boots of my paranoia. Police. SWAT. All dressed in heavy gear with shields and stun grenades and barricade busters…

Shit.

I was going to drive myself insane.

My heart was beating faster, and I was sweating.

I exhaled slowly when all I wanted to do was scream and curse…fucking curse everything!

I did this to myself.

I did it to myself, and I would have to get myself out of it.

I went to my nightstand and pulled open the deep bottom drawer. I stopped for a second to breathe again, to slow everything down. No one was coming.

No one.

Slowly, don’t fuck this part up.

At the bottom of the drawer was a box of latex gloves. Well, nitrile gloves. When you’re shoving your hand up a woman’s ass you just met, you don’t want to chance an allergic reaction to latex.

And they weren’t even mine. Sistine. That was her name. Well, the name she gave me. She liked to dress up as a nun, and everything I did to her had to be clinically sanitary—which even didn’t make sense in the long run, as she swallowed everything I gave her. I just had to shoot it from a distance is all, no skin on skin.

I reached in to pull out a glove, only to stop myself before touching the purple thing.

I had to be careful. I couldn’t touch anything but the base of the gloves. No oils, sweat, or fingerprints could contaminate its surface. Funny how clinical sex with a nun-fanatic prepared you for something like this.

I pinched the slightly ribbed end between my index finger and thumb and pulled one away from the others. I angled my other hand into it with a bit of ease. Powdered. And lots of practice. My fingers found their right places and…and it felt good. There was something about having your fingers protected from all the bad in the world, from anything that could harm you. It also felt like I could do anything with impunity, never leave a mark…it was anonymity of the best kind. Why, you could spank a nun’s ass black and blue with it and not leave evidence you had even been there.

I plucked out another one and worked my other hand into it.

I was safe. As long as I didn’t touch my face with it.

I went over to the sharp thought that was Candy’s farewell gift to me. My Berber carpet had enough of a pattern in it to disguise many kinds of dirt. But there was no way to disguise the stiletto.

I then went over every possible location where that thing had been, what it could have touched. And then I got angry at myself for how stupid I was. While I was in the shower, Candy could’ve rubbed that thing all over the place. Hell, she could have planted tons of shit all over to implicate me in…something.

Calm down.

Breathe.

One thing at a time.

I would have to sterilize the damn carpet, that was for sure. It was the one reason I got berber—it could take a scrubbing with harsh chemicals. Between my occasional spilling of booze and body fluids from my guests, I had practice in that department.

I walked over to the stiletto, giving myself enough room so that I wouldn’t step on any place else it might have been. I was shooting in the dark in that regard, hoping Candy hadn’t smeared it across everything. If I gave in to my fears, I’d have to burn down the whole place.

So, I pretended. Candy had only dropped it on the carpet as a message, that was all. She probably just played with that wonderful pussy of hers while I was in the shower. Thinking of me the whole time.

That’s what she did. Yep.

That’s all.

See? Drunks are good at creating stories to hide from the truth.

I reached out and picked it up by the thumb and finger again, finally adding all my fingers—I didn’t trust myself not dropping it. In the background, my cell phone rang again and again. Thad was persistent.

I stopped what I was doing. Anyone walking in at that point would have seen a somewhat paranoid, thin man holding a stiletto looking like he was waiting for the world to come to an end.

What if it wasn’t Thad this time?

I looked over at the bed where the phone flared to life and hummed incessantly. I had a sour ball in my stomach that wasn’t entirely from not drinking—or from drinking too much.

My paranoia said it was the police. My brain said my paranoia was stupid, the police wouldn’t call first. It was Thad. Poor little desperate Thad…

I walked over to the bed, the stiletto pointed away from my body and away from the chance of it possibly touching anything else.

It wasn’t Thad.

I didn’t recognize the number. Candy hadn’t given me hers. I had given her mine. We met for drinks before coming back here, there had been no need to call.

All I could see in my head was Candy smiling at me as she put her hair up so beautifully. I knew that if I touched my phone now, I would get my DNA on the glove. I would just have to get another glove is all.

I picked up the phone and pressed the button to answer. I put it to my ear and listened.

At first, there was nothing. Then I heard a smack that might’ve been someone chewing gum or a tsk of frustration.

I kept silent.

They kept silent.

Then, “Don’t do anything stupid, Gail.”

It was Candy.

I gripped the stiletto tightly, my body tense. I was caught. At what, I don’t fucking know, but that didn’t help get rid of the feeling that she could see me and knew what I was going to do.

I couldn’t say anything. Up until this point, I actually believed deep down that I wouldn’t ever hear from her or see her again.

“Leave it where I put it, Gail,” Candy said. She was calm, clear, in control. “I’ll come back for it. It better be in that same fucking spot or you’re on my bad side. Understand?”

I nodded my head and felt really stupid for that. “Yes. Wait, what-“

“You’re going to meet me at J’s at midnight. Don’t be late.”

“Hold it a fucking minute!” I said, but she had already closed the line.

I looked at the phone, angry at it as if it were Candy.

“Fuck you!” I said, and threw the phone against the wall.

I calmed down enough to realize I could just call her back, bitch her out for…well, for everything. Tell her I wasn’t going to do a damn thing she said, and that I was going to melt her fucking stiletto down into a dildo and fuck her with it until she screamed for me to stop. And then I’d do it for another hour after that.

I looked at the nice dimple in the wall where the phone had ricochetted before landing on the bed.

Goddamn it.

If I couldn’t control myself, then she would.

I looked at the stiletto in my hand. I looked at the phone.

I stepped over to the place where I had picked up the stiletto and then put it down in the same spot as best I could remember it being.

Fuck it all.

Fuck me.

I peeled off the damn gloves, knowing I was damned either way to Sunday.

Fine. I would meet her tonight. And then I would get her to talk.

Yeah.

I would get her to talk.

I stopped talking like I had any control. It was masturbation in its purest form, and my dick was too sore as it was.

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I assist young University girls with their studies

Sarah had a class soon, and I had some chores that were not going to wait any longer, so we exchanged emails and cell phone numbers and got dressed to leave.

“Did I pass the test?” grinned Desiree, still naked. She rubbed her clitoris absently.

“Well. . .” said Sarah, looking at me. “Given the unusual circumstances, I would have to say ‘yes.’ But I’ll need to be sure the other girls approve.”

“If you need me to provide other demonstrations of. . .” Desiree raised her eyebrows at me “. . .bringing an older guy to orgasm, I’m anxious to comply, as I wouldn’t want there to be any shadow of a doubt. In fact. . .”

“That will be enough for now,” said Sarah. We were both fully dressed. She turned to me. “Let’s go.”

The next few days were a melted jumble of work obligations and daydreams. I had no idea whether the commitment Sarah had promised for would hold for real, but either way vivid pink, brown, and curly red-haired fantasies made it difficult to concentrate on menu hierarchies and mouse clicks for my job. Working remotely I had a lot of flexibility, but I still did need to produce useful documentation.

I half expected her to freak out, and never to hear from her again. I didn’t hear anything the next day, but the day after I got a text.

From Sarah: “u free 2nite?”

That woke me up. My heart raced. Emotions were mixed between a cringe at the spelling and a feeling that the world had become lighter around me, and I along with it was now buoyant, nearly weightless.

“Yes,” I replied.

“meet w kelly?”

I blinked and shook my head. No, I wasn’t dreaming.

“Affirmative,” I typed.

“7pm meet at secret gate combo 34969” she replied, along with a set of map coordinates.

“I will be there,” I typed.

End of conversation.

It was 10:23 in the morning when I got the text. The nearly nine hours that lay ahead loomed like nine centuries. Those hours hung like an invisible oppressive barrier between myself and the world of my dreams, my heart’s desire, and ideal contentment. Were I more literary, I would convey each microscopic millisecond in detail, explaining with glacial precision how slowly each one crawled by, like a parade of slugs gradually making their way to plunder the tomato plants.

However, my literary talents are limited, so you’ll just have to imagine, and put up with my terrible metaphors.

At 6:49 sharp, I found the gate of the secret entrance. It was on a weird side street I had never heard of before, with a giant unmonitored parking lot opposite which, as far as I could tell, was always nearly empty.

Standing before the lighted keypad was a short Asian girl, who was studying it with a sheepish smile.

She looked up as I approached. “Can I help you?”

“Er, I was supposed to meet someone here.”

She stepped away from the keypad and I punched in the code. The lock clicked and I unfastened the gate, looking at her.

“I forgot my combination,” she said. “It’s all electronic. They can add them or delete them for security.”

“Couldn’t you just go in the front entrance?”

She blushed. “You do not see me here. If you EVER see me in public, I was never ever here. OK?”

“See who?” I said.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want me to tell someone you’re here? I suppose you could probably just come on in.”

“I’m going to see Caroline. Do you know her?”

I shrugged. “No idea.” I considered. “You seem OK. I guess I can let you in with me. Actually, you can show me the way.”

“OK.” She brushed past me cozily, and I followed her down an alleyway as the door clicked shut behind us.

Then she stopped abruptly, causing a pleasant collision with the crease between her soft full buns a little below waist level. “Hey, are you that guy that’s seeing Sarah now?”

I nodded, “I’ll be seeing her very soon, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That sweet little girl — I’ve had a crush on her, like, forever.”

My eyebrows raised. “What would Caroline think?”

She laughed. “Never you mind that. Caroline would want to join in!”

“I can mention it to Sarah and see what she says,” I heard myself offer, unbelievably.

“Let me get your cell number. . .” she pulled out her phone.

I told her, and she sent me a text. It pinged.

“And your name is?” I said.

“You can call me Annalee,” she said. “Around here they know me like that. Sounds like ‘anally,’ huh? I like to ride along behind. Along with other things. . . I’d love to ride along behind you,” she said. “I hear it’s a lot more fun with someone who has a prostate, but I’ve never tried it before. Or I could ride along behind her while she has a massive double-penetrated orgasm around your cock. I tell you, being connected with a girl’s asshole when she cums is like nothing else. . . gives me massive orgasms every time.”

“Er, I’ll pass that along,” I said.

We continued down the alley, and reached a doorway to the cellar of the sorority building. There were two trap doors set at an angle. She opened one, lighting the flashlight of her phone, and stepped down the stairs. I got my phone out as well and did the same.

“Close the door behind you,” she said, and I did. We walked for a ways down a long narrow corridor. It was wide enough for only one person really, though two could get by each other if they squeezed. “The story goes that they put in this secret tunnel during the war with the British, but it was never used,” she said.

A light appeared at the end of the tunnel, and I heard my sweetheart’s voice. “Someone there?” called out Sarah.

Annalee took a sharp in-breath and put her hand to her heart, glancing back at me devilishly. She grinned, then kept on walking. We were almost to the light.

“Sarah?” I said. “It’s me. Someone is showing me the way in.”

“You’re early,” she replied. “I was just about to come get you.”

The opening at into the Sorority building turned out to be a bottom panel in a hallway, so we had to get on our hands and knees to crawl through. Fortunately, it had been done often enough that someone had thoughtfully put in soft padding and carpet.

Annalee climbed through, and waved goodbye, disappearing around the corner as I was climbing through.

On my hands and knees, I found myself glancing up under Sarah’s dress for a moment, at a familiar-looking wet spot. I stood.

“You’re here!” said Sarah.

“So are you!” I replied, gathering her in my arms. Her soft warm body felt good against mine. So gentle and fragile. We kissed and caressed. “Are you nervous?” I asked.

She nodded. “A little.”

I pressed her to me. “Oh, Sarah. I’d love to lie in bed with you all night long. Do nothing else, just pass the time being together.”

She smiled. “Sounds wonderful. I should come by your house sometime.”

“I would love that,” I said.

“I confess, though,” she said. “I’m feeling pretty horny right at the moment.”

She guided my hand under her dress to her pubic arch. The panties were sopping. She gave a little yelp of pleasure as I touched her. Then smiled at me.

“So you talked to Kelly?” I asked.

She gave a little wriggle of pride. “I did. Can you believe how brave I am?”

“What did she say?”

“First I reminded her of the time she asked me if I liked other girls. You know, really liked other girls, wink wink. She said ‘yes,’ and I think she knew where I was heading. I told her you’re my boyfriend now and would she like to get together, just the three of us sometime to explore. She made all kinds of teasing objections, but I think she had decided from the beginning the answer was ‘yes.’ She was just getting back at me for saying ‘no’ the first time.”

“So she finally did say ‘yes?’”

“She did.”

“Did she say anything else I should know about? Any particular fetish she likes or doesn’t?”

Sarah thought. “No, just meet me at seven. That was it.”

I laughed. “Then what are we waiting for?!”

I followed her up the stairs. Kelly’s door was open. Indigo Girls was playing quietly in the background. Kelly was lying on her queen-sized bed, was covered in a fluffy purple quilt.

“I was wondering if you’d show,” said Kelly, smiling. “Come in, both of you, and close the door.”

We did.

Kelly was wearing turquoise yoga pants that matched her big blue eyes and a tie-dye shirt of rainbow colors. Her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair was gathered in a bright red headband. She sat up and put down the book she was reading. Dorian Gray.

I heard faint noises from the sex room, next door.

“How’s it going?” she said.

“Good as it gets,” I replied.

Sarah sat down next to Kelly, and motioned for me to sit next to Kelly on the other side.

Sarah was gazing into Kelly’s big beautiful eyes, and Kelly was gazing back. They were caressing each other’s faces, when Sarah leaned in and kissed Kelly on the lips.

The first kiss was brief, but when Kelly kissed back, it lasted longer.

The were in each other’s arms, groping all over each other obsessively, then they fell back on the bed with Kelly on top. She was pulling off Sarah’s shirt, and Sarah was pulling off hers. Neither had big enough boobs to merit wearing a bra really. Perfectly curved little bulges, four beauties in facing pairs, nipples erect on both sides.

“I’ve determined the cause of inflation,” I said.

“What?” exclaimed Kelly, glancing back at me. Both of them were shirtless now, and Kelly was sitting on Sarah’s crotch, having pinned Sarah’s arms to the bed.

“Inflation,” I said, pointing to the bulge in my pants. “It’s not the prime interest rate. It’s caused by watching my girlfriend make out with another girl.”

“Ugh!” exclaimed Kelly, covering her face with her hands. “That’s terrible!”

“I forgot to mention,” said Sarah. “About being with an an older guy: dad jokes while having sex.”

Kelly pinned Sarah again.

“Ow!” said Sarah.

“Now I need to punish you for the dad jokes.” Kelly stole another glance at me. “Or maybe I could pretend to be your daughter. That’s right, making out with her girlfriend.”

“Bad girl,” I said. “Very naughty.”

“Oh daddy,” she said. “Don’t punish me!”

The word “daddy” set off some kind of taboo fantasy sparks. Even though I had no real daughter.

“You were going to punish Sarah, weren’t you?” I commented.

Kelly grinned. “That’s right!” To Sarah, she said: “Now what should your punishment be?”

“Do I get to choose?” replied Sarah.

Kelly cackled. “That depends. What do you suggest?”

“Let’s see. How about you sit on my face until you cum, while. . .”

Kelly reacted with joyous shock. “Who would have thought? Sweet little Sarah! Go on.”

“While he cums inside of me.”

“A cock and a pussy at the same time! What fun!” Kelly hopped up and tore off her turquoise yoga pants, tossing them aside to reveal her skinny legs and cute little blonde pussy, the sight of which gave me new reasons to be alive. Now that she was standing, I could see how tall and thin she was.

Kelly saw me getting off on her, and leaned over, tapping the bulge of my cock. “Need some help with that?” she offered.

“Some wardrobe adjustment is in order,” I mumbled, unfastening my pants. Kelly helped me pull them down and off, and knelt, fully naked face to face with my sex as I sat up on the bed. Sarah, still with her dress on, propped herself up to watch.

I was pretty stiff and long by that point. Kelly cupped under my balls and took my tip into her mouth, circling her tongue a few times, tasting the drops that had emerged.

“Spicy,” she said, then plunged her mouth over me, deep. I must have been hitting her tonsils back there.

I turned to gaze at Sarah, and our eyes locked.

“Kelly’s saliva as lube,” Sarah murmured, ”all up inside me.” She gave a little tremor, absently stroking her clit.

Kelly continued for a while. Drops of her drool crept down to my testicles.

Then she withdrew abruptly, and pulled off her bright red headband, deftly wrapping it around my cock and balls. The gentle pressure from the elastic was pleasant. “Now you can fuck her through my headband. Is that hot, or what? I’ll put it on in public and you’ll know where it’s been. Now go over and get on top of her. Must I show you everything?” She gave a little chortle.

I complied, and Sarah spread her legs so I could pull her panties off.

“Take off the dress?” I asked.

“Nah, leave it. It’s due for washing anyway.”

Taking the arrow of my cock between thumb and index fingers, Kelly guided me to Sarah’s opening. Her warm, soft, squishy love grip surrounded me, as I pushed in easily, greased by Kelly’s slime.

Sarah fell back with a sigh of gratitude as I sunk myself gradually into her. We made love for a bit, Sarah’s juices soaking into Kelly’s headband. I almost felt like I was fucking Kelly’s head at the same time.

Kelly sat up at Sarah’s head, facing the two of us as our rhythm continued. Kelly spread her legs. “Hey Daddy! How you like to taste your daughter’s little pee-pee hole? While you’re fucking my best friend?”

The nice thing about being taller than Sarah is that I can reach over her head while I’m inside her to kiss another girl’s pussy. Sarah’s eyes were closed anyway, as she was lost in her own pleasure dome.

I lapped at Kelly’s pink pearl with my pointed tongue, tasting her sweet pussy while I thrust into Sarah. Kelly moaned. Sarah moaned back.

After a bit, I had to come up for air. Sarah noticed, and reaching behind my back, forced me to bend down and kiss her.

“Mm, mm. Do love that taste!” she said, licking Kelly’s pussy juice off my lips.

“Two pussies at once,” I murmured. “Amazing.”

“That’s my theory: trick for hanging onto a man is to make sure he has enough other pussies to play with so he doesn’t get bored.”

I laughed. “Or maybe is it so that you don’t get bored?”

Sarah smiled. “Well, that too. It’s a nascent theory. We’re still working out the details.”

By now, Kelly had got up on her hands and knees facing us still, and began lowering her pussy down to Sarah’s mouth. I had to angle diagonally to get out of the way. I planted little kisses on Kelly’s abdomen.

Kelly gave a big “Yesssss!” of approval once she set down onto Sarah’s lips. I could see Sarah’s tongue working where mine had recently been. She put a pillow under her head to reach better.

I straightened out so I was face to face with Kelly and her big blue eyes. We stared at each other as I fucked my girlfriend through her red headband, and she sat on my girlfriend’s face.

Kelly’s face was haloed by her blonde hair, out loose now. She was indeed as beautiful and charming a young lady as ever there could be. So cute I could simply devour her.

Gradually, our lips approached, and we kissed delicately and lovingly, arms wrapped around each other for support.

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered in my ear, “Our first kiss! While your hard cock is penetrating another girl! So romantic!”

“Who said chivalry was dead?” I whispered back.

“Pump up my best friend with your seed, Daddy! She’s been a bad girl, tonguing other girls’ pussies and all — uh, uh, uh. . . giving them org. . . OMG! Ahhh!”

And with Kelly’s orgasms, I felt and heard Sarah cum around me in chain reaction. It wasn’t long before I became part of the chain, pumping sweet cream into Sarah’s sacred love channel, leaving slimy secretions deep within her for her body to cherish, while Kelly’s love juices were oozing all over her face.

And the night was just beginning.

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This story is an explicit erotic thriller, full-length novel. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults and murder.

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you.

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Chapter 9

The only J’s I knew of was down on shit street by the shipbuilding yards. The only reason I knew that was because at one point I used to make “deliveries” down there because a chick I let move in with me took off with my savings I had stuck in the mattress.

Yes, I actually did that. Shut up.

My logic was that no one would be stupid enough to do such a thing, so who would actually look there? In my brilliance, I crammed the mattress with 25k of my hard-earned.

I wasn’t completely stupid, though, I cut into the Sealy and shoved packs of 20’s and 50’s everywhere around the springs and to the four corners. I figure it must’ve taken my live-in a good 25-30 minutes to get all of it. My only consolation was that she had cut herself in the process and left a little trail of blood.

Yeah, she got all of it.

She was persistent, the little fucker.

And I do mean little. Thai. A nipple over 4 1/2 feet. Walking in the bars, everyone thought I was bangin’ a child. I almost broke up with her for that reason. I don’t normally give a fuck what other people think, but in this case, it was almost warranted. Even with all my twisted sexual behavior, pedophiles are the one group of people I’d cross the street to kill. I didn’t want to be grouped in with them in any way.

So I kept her mostly secret. That was another stupid move. Few people saw me with her. I didn’t mention her to anyone. Hell, I didn’t even brag about fucking her—and she was tight. And hairless. Everything a guy would find brag-worthy. At the time, I don’t know if her hairlessness was genetic or not, but I never saw her shave. I never felt stubble. Even her ass was hairless. And man, I never tasted better ass.

Yes, I had enough sense to make sure she was actually of age. Shortly after meeting her, I pretty much demanded that I see her ID. I wasn’t going to take her word—not with her broken English and diminutive form. It turned out that she was 20 and had just gotten her work permit. She had come directly from Thailand. Had family there who were going to receive most of her paycheck, once she got a job and started making some good money.

After that first hairless sex experience, I checked her ID again to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. She was legit. Turns out that a lot of Thai girls were like that. Some Filipino’s, too.

Reassured, I honed my pussy-eating skills on her. That was about the only thing of worth I got out of her.

When I came home one day and found all her clothes gone and my mattress torn up, I took two days off to cuss at her and at myself. I walked the city in a fury hunting for her, then I notified the police. Then I spent another day cussing, drinking, and missing that pussy.

I was still a guy. Pussy like that was rare.

I then had to take a few side gigs for Thad. “Deliveries.”

I’m sure the deliveries were dirty. I didn’t look in the packages I carried, I didn’t want that knowledge. When you’re meeting guys named Olag in the shipyards at 2 in the morning, the less you know, the better. Olag, Chancy, Creen, and Jon. Dirtiest fuckers you ever laid eyes on. I made my deliveries and got the fuck out of there.

I didn’t make back all my money with those gigs, but I got close. That’s why I knew they were dirty. No one pays that amount of wad to hand off an envelope or a brown paper bag.

I dropped Thad after that. Didn’t want him thinking I was his bitch. But Thad did have his fingers in the porn industry, and I wanted steady work. Seems I was his bitch just a little.

J’s…I didn’t want to go down there. I didn’t want to meet Candy. Fuck her, yes. Taste her again, yes. Feel her…

Oh, fuck it.

Now, I only had to figure out what to wear. And whether or not I was going to take a weapon. It was still a seedy area. Her stiletto, maybe. She’d be pissed if I brought that.

Yeah. Really pissed.

Now I only had to figure out where I was going to hide that damned thing.

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Chapter 10

J’s was as shitty as the the shit street that ran past its front door. Deeper in the city, you have clubs for the Cadillac gays hoping for a hop and pop and chic baritones with a surprise for you under their skirts. J’s was S&M for those who didn’t know any better. It was for minds still stuck in the 80’s with assless chaps, flat leather caps, and horseshoe mustaches. Torn, threaded denim—the kind you earn—rounded out their less than trim figures.

I parked my car about three blocks away in a large broken parking area with a tattered rag fence. The lot was a joke, but the guy holding out his hand for the cash to park was not. He didn’t care if anyone saw the blade at his waist or his bad attitude. I understood hiding his gaze under his ray-bans, but it was fucking dark. The single pole light above was anything but illuminating. I gave him my money and stopped myself from commenting. I had the stiletto, but I hadn’t any practice or skill using it. Joe Cool with the glasses would probably cut me for being the smart ass I thought I was…show me how to use a blade from the inside out and then ask me for a twenty for his trouble.

I made it out of the lot and down the street without managing to kill or partially gut myself. This was harder than you think: I had the stiletto wrapped in a thin towel shoved down the front of my shirt and pants. If I fell, I’d end up shivving my gut.

I agonized about how best to bring the thing. I ended up romanticizing how slick it would be to have her reach down and grab my dick, only to find the end of the stiletto there. There would be the surprised look to her face and then the resultant animal lust from her because I had disobeyed. I wasn’t anyone’s bitch.

But as I walked, I was terrified that I would fall and kill myself. I must’ve looked like I was seriously constipated.

I thought about putting the thing down my pants point first, but between stabbing myself in the gut or taking the chance of piercing my dick all the way through and chance making it useless—I chose the gut. I think any man would make the same choice. I had the sense to wrap the stiletto in a towel. It made me look like I had a good bulge in my pants.

Sure, I could’ve put it down my sock, but I didn’t own any. I barely had pants. Most of my Florida wear was sweatpants and sandals in the coldest of weather. The gigs I worked didn’t have a dress code. I was spoiled in that.

So, it was black sweatpants, sandals and a loose black shirt—I wanted her to be able to rip my clothes off quickly.

As I walked, though, I could feel the tip of the stiletto work its way through the towel a bit. It rubbed my stomach sharply.

I looked ahead and saw a few club members hanging outside. One gruff dude actually had a toothpick—at least I thought it was a toothpick—hanging off the corner of his mouth.

I wanted to adjust the stiletto, but I didn’t want anyone seeing me doing that. And by now everyone was looking at me.

Yeah, I didn’t fit.

Leather and denim. Have to remember that for next time.

Fuck next time. She was meeting me somewhere else.

A woman stood next to the guy. She could have been his mother. She wore an opened vest that displayed her drooping cleavage down to a grey honey trail that dipped below a thick black belt studded with silver. Her belt wrapped a leather bikini, and those were wrapped in chaps. She wore dark eyeliner.

Next to her was a thinner, younger woman who was stroking the older woman’s thigh. This one could’ve come out of a Madonna video. As I approached, she looked at me and let her hand slide up the older woman’s crotch. She whispered something in the older woman’s ear.

I resisted the urge to close my eyes tightly and wish it all away, but that would have been insulting people who did life like this because they believed in it. I was not one to criticize another person’s life. I required the same of the rest of the world for my own choices. Walk on, old and young babe; I got your back.

With all that before me, I wasn’t being truly honest with myself. I actually was turned on a little. It had more to do with the excitement of what I was expecting or, rather, wishing to happen, and the fact that this stroking woman was doing this out in the open for anyone to see.

Anyone who happened to be crazy enough to walk out this way in the pit of night.

Still, sex was sex. On a set with cameras and lighting, there was a specific plan of action. Out here, anything could happen. That was the undercurrent that woke my dick a little. Nothing full-fledged, mind you, (I did have some control), but enough to make an outline happen in my sweatpants that ran right along the length of the stiletto.

Yep, I was looking like a two-dicked man about to get him some.

This wasn’t lost on the man. He looked down at me in a little confusion, then grinned. He reached up to his collar, on the side I couldn’t see, and then pulled down a mic hanging from a curly cord. He kept an eye on me and put a hand out to stop me.

I stopped.

“I think he’s here,” the man said. “Dorky. Thin. Has more than one hard on.”

There was silence for a few seconds, then he nodded and waved me over to him. He let go of the mic and put a hand on my chest to stop me as the two women moved toward me, one in front, the other in back.

I found it difficult to keep my tongue in check, but I managed. I was ready to challenge that dorky comment, but figured it wouldn’t help me get inside any faster—and might just have the opposite effect.

It wasn’t long before I had expert hands probing all over me, the best frisking experience I’ve had. They knew their way around a body and even lingered on the crease where God split me, traveled up there to cup my balls. I couldn’t keep my soldier from standing at attention through that. Hell, they were fine rubbing their own creases in public, what was a hard-on between friends?

I opened my mouth to say something when I noticed that these women weren’t quite what they appeared to be. I mean, older, yes, and younger, a little overweight and thin, but they were practiced. Strong. They moved with purpose and subtle strength.

I looked at the man and realized that he wasn’t just a lump of a guy either, but probably an old powerlifter. He had a little more flab on him than I’m sure in his heyday, but I wasn’t going to bet against him in a confrontation with me—or even three of me. The toothpick? It was a sharply pointed sliver of steel or some other metal. I don’t know if it was a weapon or a lock-picking tool.

The older woman got my attention again with a good, hard feel of my cock. She was damn good. I wanted more of that and gave her a smile indicating so. The younger one was against my back and then feeling up under my armpits and then hairline.

Finally, the older one felt all along the stiletto and then lifted up my shirt. She peeled back the towel some to reveal the rest of the stiletto’s tip. I was ready to protest and object them taking it from me, powerlifter or not, when the old woman let my shirt fall over it. She gave the powerlifter a small shake of her head with a look that said I was stupid.

I was okay with that. I’d let her think anything she wanted, if she’d just go back to caressing my dick again, Hell, I’d even insult myself for her.

But she didn’t do that. She went back to her place by the side of the door and her younger friend moved right back with her and resumed her caressing.

Beside me, the powerlifter touched his mic again and spoke into it. “He brought it,” he said. He waited again and then got his reply.

I didn’t like the reply he got in his ear. I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t like it. The guy smiled at me in a way that said I was in for something. That I had crossed a line somewhere I shouldn’t have.

He kept his smile while opening his arm wide to let me pass. I heard the door ahead unlock.

Yep. It was at this point I thought I should probably have gone in the opposite direction. Head back to my car with my tail between my legs and consider myself lucky.

But it turned out, I was as stubborn as I had always been. My youth hadn’t left me after all. Nobody was going to scare me away. It just wasn’t going to happen.

I looked at the three of them, and I stepped to the door and opened it.

And yes, it turned out that I was stupid, too.

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Knock, Knock. “Can I come in?” John Cena asked.

“Yeah you can,” said the 10 divas at once.

“Hello lad…,” was what he was about to say.

He was; however, cut off half way through when he saw all the ladies completely nude and he was dumb stuck. “I’m so sorry. I thought when you said I could come in that you were decent, but I guess not. I’ll go.”

“No, it’s okay. We don’t mind,” they all said ,as they giggled ,which made all their tits bounce a little.

John Cena’s 10 inch cock started to stir as he saw their tits bounce around. He tried to move around a bit to hide his arousal.

“Looks like you don’t mind much,” Candice said laughing as she looked right at the bulge in his pants

“Oh my god! I’ll go and leave you guys alone. I’m sorry about all this,” he said.

“No don’t go. We don’t mind. Come on over here and sit. Pretty, please,” said Ashley as she walked out of the bathroom. She let the robe go that she was wearing after the shower she just took before he came in.

John always had a thing for Ashley since the first time he saw her in the auditions. She had the most perfect body and the most fuckable tits he had ever seen.

“Ok I guess I can stay,” he said trying not to seem so excited about being invited to stay.

He walked over and sat on a chair that faced all of the girls. They were doing what each one had to do and that was put on lingerie since there was a lingerie competition next. All the girls looked amazing in their lingerie but Ashley looked especially hot in her very skimpy number. He got so aroused by her that it looked like he had a tent set up in his pants.

“My, my, my John it looks like you sure are enjoying the show. What do you think girls should we help him out or let him suffer?” asked Ashley.

“Let him suffer and we will help him out putting away that tent after the contest,” Trish Stratus said as she put on her skimpy pink bra.

“Well I guess I can wait as long as I can get some help from all you lovely ladies,” he said as get got up and readjusted his cock in his pants.

“Aww thanks you are so sweet,” they all said as they got up and put their robes on.

They each gave him a kiss on his lips as they left for the stage. Ashley was the last one out and instead of just giving him a kiss on the lips she took his head and shoved her tongue down his throat kissing him as hard as she could. She took a hold of his right hand and guided it to her panties and he could feel the wetness starting to form there.

“That is all from seeing the tent in your pants and thinking of what is under there. I need to go now but I will se you later, k?” she asked as she let his hand go and stood looking deep in his eyes.

“MMM I can’t wait,” he said. He was just about to rub her panties some more but she backed away and left for the stage.

John took a chair and placed it in front of the big screen TV sitting down. He turned it on and was shocked by the channel it was set on. It was an adult channel. Showing was a gangbang with 20 well hung black guys fucking 10 white girls. They were really nasty with cum everywhere. Even though he wanted to watch further, he knew he could see that anytime, but he might not have the opportunity to see Ashley strutting her stuff half naked on stage, so he turned it onto Raw.

Trish Stratus, the first diva in the lingerie contest, was just walking down the runway in her robe. He decided he should make himself more comfortable so he went to the dressing room door and closed it. He removed his shirt and unzipped his shorts and slid them off along with his underwear. He sat down; his dick only semi hard at 5 inches. He got there just as Trish was disrobing.

“God I can’t wait to disrobe her fully and explore her whole body. Wait is that what I think it is?” he asked himself as he looked at the screen closely at her pussy and saw some wetness.

He was shocked but also turned on by the fact that he was probably the one that made her wet. His cock grew an extra inch. The rest of the girls came out and all disrobed and his cock was almost hard. The last one to come out was Ashley. Just when he heard the music his cock went to full mast.

He didn’t stroke his cock because he knew he would cum just from touching it. She did her routine and he thought his dick was going to explode but it didn’t it just leaked some pre-cum. Ashley won the competition and the ladies were on their way back to their locker room. He thought about putting his clothes back on but he was too horny.

“Man I thought this new lingerie I got would ensure me a win,” Trish said as she opened the door to the locker room.

“MMMM looks like he kept himself busy while we were gone girls,” she said as she saw him naked in the chair as she walked in.

“Any of you want to join me in the nude?” John asked as he got up and turned the TV off and faced the girls.

“I sure will,” they all said unanimously as they all took off their bras and their tits bounced out. Taking off their panties a drop of juice ran down their legs.

“So who wants to have fun first? Don’t worry though you all will get a turn,” he said as he stood there stroking his cock. “I want to go first and have fun with that fuck stick of yours,” Candice said.

She stepped toward him and started to kiss him and then she opened her mouth and they started French kissing. The other ladies started taking seats watching the show. He started to grope her ass and caress her back.

“Mmm you have a fantastic ass there Candice. I can’t wait to fuck it,” he said as he groped and squeezed her ass.

“Neither can I,” she said as she brought a hand to his cock and started to stroke it.

“Mmm you better stop that or start sucking on me cause I can’t stand much more of that or I will blow,” he said as he started to tense up.

“You got it,” she said as she bent on her knees.

She took his cock in her hand and raised it and licked it from the base to the tip slowly, then started licking it all over. While she was doing this, the other ladies were playing with their clits while sitting down with their legs spread. Candice took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it hard.

“Mmmm tastes good. You like?” Candice asked as she let his cock head come out of her mouth.

“Mmmmm I sure do. Suck it all bitch,” John said as she stroked his cock.

She took his cock and slowly slid the whole shaft in her mouth. With her right hand she started stroking and messing with his balls. With her other hand she started to caress her left breast and pinch the nipple.

“Mmm your mouth feels so good on my cock I am really close,” John said as he moaned.

Candice took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it a few times and then she slid his whole cock to his balls in her mouth. That was as much as he could take.

“Ohhh fuck. I am cummming!” John said as his body tensed and he came in her mouth.

She was able to swallow the first shot but the second shot seeped out and ran down her chin. The next few she couldn’t catch either and those ran down her chin and dripped to her tits. She licked and sucked the rest of the cum from his cock and he then sat down. She looked down at her tits and started rubbing the cum into them.

“Mind of I help sweetie,” Ashley asked Candice as she got up and was walking over to her.

“Yeah I would love if you would help me clean myself up,” Candice said as she was starting to take her left tit and lick the nipple.

Ashley sauntered over with her tits bouncing and when she got to Candice she squatted down and they started to French kiss. John sat back and stroked his cock. Candice reached out and started to rub the outside of Ashley’s pussy.

“Mmmm nice and wet,” Candice said as she felt up Ashley’s pussy.

“Oh God your hand feels so good on my pussy,” Ashley said as Candice rubbed her clit with her palm.

Candice and Ashley stopped kissing and Ashley sat down and they both just started to grope around each other. They grabbed breasts and felt up pussies and French kissed. Ashley started to get dominant and placed a hand on her chest and slowly pushed her down to the ground.

“Don’t worry Candice let me take control for a bit and you can just enjoy,” she said as she slid up her body and spoke that seductively in Candice’s ears.

Candice sat back and relaxed as Ashley leaned in and kissed her deep with her tongue probing all over her mouth. She let her hands roam over Candice’s body where they ended up at her tits. She kneaded them and squeezed them. She rolled her nipples and pinched them.

“Oh please pinch them really hard. Suck them!” Candice said as she started to rub her clit slowly.

Ashley sucked her nipples and pinched them some more and kept kneading them while she slid down her body kissing and licking the whole way down stopping at her belly button and tongue fucked it which made Candice get more wet.

“Mmmmm you naughty girl. You like that don’t you?” Ashley asked after she heard Candice moan from tongue fucking her belly button.

“Oh God yesss, I do love it!,” she squealed as she rubbed her clit faster.

Ashley slid down even further and avoided her pussy licking and kissing down her leg and then up and then down the other and up the other.

“Please lick my cunt,” Candice begged between her moans.

Ashley backed her head up and then dove down into her pussy. She started licking like a cat at the top of her pussy and then she worked her tongue inside of her pussy starting to tongue fuck her. She brought her right hand to her pussy and started to rub her clit really fast. Candice was really getting wet and was really moaning and purring. While she was doing this, the other girls were licking each other and fucking each other with dildos and cumming all over each other. John was fucking Stacy Keibler with her on her back and her long sexy legs on his shoulders and him pounding her fast.

Candice’s body started to tense.

“Oh Fuck Ashley I am about to cummmmm!” Candice said as she tensed up and came moaning and squealing.

Ashley took her fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth sucking on them and said, “Mmmmm you taste so good Candice.”

“Let’s go and help John out and maybe give his stick a ride or two,” Candice said as she got up and grabbed Ashley’s hand pulling her with her as she walked over to John.

“Oh Fuck Stacy your pussy is so tight,” John said as he pounded into her; his balls bouncing at her ass.

“Your cock feels so good in my fuckin pussy,” Stacy said as she rocked back on his cock.

“Can we help?” Candice and Ashley asked at the same time.

“Mmmmm okay,” Stacy said as she moaned.

Candice went up to Stacy and knelt down with her pussy on her face and Ashley went back behind John and started to caress his balls as he fucked Stacy. Candice started to ride Stacy’s face as Stacy moans into her pussy. John said that he was about to cum from Candice’s caressing.

“Oh my god. I am about to cum so hard,” John said as he pounded into her one last time. Judt then she came thrashing and moaning and purring and squealing.

John pulled out and stepped up to her face as Candice and Ashley sat right with her waiting for some of John’s cum. He stroked his cock as fast as he could.

“Here it comes,” John said as the first stream shot out and hit Stacy right in the forehead. He turned toward Candice and his second stream hit her right in the mouth. He then turned toward Ashley and she took his cock and sucked it in her mouth and cleaned his cock off. They all look up and see all the girls standing around them watching.

“That was really hot to watch,” they all said once.

All the girls went to the showers and cleaned up and made plans with others to meet for more fun later. Everyone asked Ashley to meet them but she said no to everyone and John was surprised. All the girls said goodbye to John with a French kiss and left. When the last girl left, he noticed that Ashley was still there.

“Why didn’t you make any plans with the girls? Don’t you want to have some more fun?” asked John.

“I sure do want to have more fun but I want to have it with you later,” Ashley said as she slipped him her number and French kissed him and grabbing his cock before she left. John couldn’t wait till they met again

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*** This story is fan fiction and not endorsed by the WWF or any of the characters involved. ***

Debra wrestles Luna to the mud, and Luna feels Debra’s thigh as it presses against her bare pussy. Debra rubs her thigh between Luna’s legs, making Luna’s pussy hotter and wetter. Debra’s hand slips between Luna’s legs, and she lightly brushes against Luna’s swollen clit. Luna moans softly. Tori grabs Debra’s bra strap and rips it from her shoulder. She tugs firmly on the mud covered lace bra until it rips from Debra’s body. Debra’s large firm breasts stand proudly, Tori grips both breasts with her hands, and firmly pinches Debra’s large pink nipples. Debra screams in pain. Luna grunts as Debra’s finger slips into her mud covered pussy. Debra furiously pumps her finger in and out of Luna’s wet pussy slit.

Tori places her mouth on Debra’s large breast, and begins to bite her nipple. Debra’s free hand slaps at Tori, knocking her to her back. Luna quickly seizes the opportunity, and she quickly pulls from Debra’s hand, and straddles Tori’s face. Tori resists as Luna presses her mud covered pussy against her mouth. She spits the slimy mud from her mouth, but Luna rubs her pussy furiously against Tori’s face. The referee moves closer to the women, but no one will submit. Debra pulls Tori’s panties from her mud covered body, and tosses them to the crowd. The place goes wild. Debra now thrusts her hand between Tori’s legs, and begins to paw at her pussy.

Suddenly, out comes Jacqueline..she picks up a firehose from beside the mud pit, and begins to spray the 3 ladies. The crowd goes even wilder as the slimy mud is washed away, revealing the 3 naked lady wrestlers. Luna is grinding her pussy against Tori’s face, and has her wild blonde hair waving wildly as she thrashes her head. Debra quickly jumps from the mud pit, and tackles Jacqueline to the floor. Jacqueline hits the concrete quite hard, and is momentarily knocked breathless. Debra seizes the opportunity, and quickly tears Jacqueline’s bra from her huge ebony tits. Debra sits on Jackie’s chest, rubbing her pussy against the large black breasts. Her clit rubs against the cocoa colored nipple, making it quite erect. Jackie grunts, and tries to toss Debra.

Jackie thrusts upwards, throwing Debra to her back. Jackie quickly sits on Debra’s face, holding her blonde hair in her strong hands. Debra can smell Jackie’s aroma from her hot musky pussy. Debra’s breath feels so hot on Jacqueline’s pussy. Her clit throbs against her panties. Tori quits resisting, and her tongue slips against Luna’s wet pussy. Luna moans, and grinds her pussy even harder against Tori’s face. “Oh God” Luna moans as she climaxes. Tori can taste her pussy juices as they flow from Luna’s shaved pussy. Luna furiously grinds against her, as Tori’s tongue works on her enlarged clit.

Jacqueline quickly peels her panties off, and Debra’s tongue slides into her hot black pussy. “Oh yeah, lick me baby” Jacqueline moans. The referee is stunned as Tori and Luna pull him to the mud. His pants are quickly removed, and Luna takes his semi erect cock into her mouth. He quickly grows hard, and Luna expertly deepthroats his large thick cock. The ref is moaning loudly, as Luna works on his aching cock. Jacqueline quickly pulls Debra into the 69 position, and slides her tongue into Debra’s sweet wet pussy. Debra moans loudly, and she hungrily sucks on Jacqueline’s hot pussy. The 2 ladies furiously grind against each other’s mouths, working each other to quick, hot climaxes.

The smell of pussy fills the arena, and Debra rides Jacqueline’s face wildy, collapsing on top of the muscular ebony wrestler. Jacqueline’s tongue is still lapping at Debra’s hot sweet pussy. Jacqueline softly moans as she tastes Debra’s wonderful juices flow from her beautiful pussy. Jacqueline hungrily sucks on Debra’s clit, making her cum again. Debra moans loudly, and her body quivers as her pussy explodes with pleasure. The ref slides his cock into Tori’s muddy pussy, and Tori moans loudly. Luna continues rubbing her pussy against Tori’s face. The ref thrusts wildly into Tori, moving her body with each powerful push of his large cock. Luna’s body begins to shake, and she begins to play with her own nipples, as she climaxes.

“Oh fuck yeah” Luna yells. The ref moans, and quickly pulls his cock from Tori’s hot tight pussy. He faces Luna, and with one pull on his cock, his hot cum erupts. It shoots with great force, and splashes against Luna’s face. Luna’s mouth opens widely to accept the hot sticky treat. The ref roughly shoves his cock into Luna’s mouth, and she groans as the hot sweet cum shoots into the back of her throat. Luna hungrily sucks the man’s cock with wild lust. Jackie quickly picks Debra up, and placing her on her shoulder runs backstage with the naked blonde. Tori slips from beneath Luna, and runs backstage also. Luna continues to fuck the ref with her hot mouth, milking the remaining cum from his hot cock.

As the ref’s cock begins to soften ,Luna releases it from her mouth, and rushes back stage. The ref waves his arm, and shouts “It’s a draw”. Backstage, the 4 women are in the shower, washing the mud from their hot bodies. Jacqueline is washing Debra’s body, covering her with hot soapy bubbles. Luna and Tori are washing themselves. Shane McMahon is hiding, behind the shower walls, watching the 4 women as they play and wash. He calls out to Ivory who quickly comes running into the room. “Here, I need you to take care of something for me” he says. Ivory looks down at Shane, who has his cock in his hand, furiously stroking himself. Ivory quickly drops to her knees, and takes her boss’s son’s cock between her lips. Shane moans as Ivory begins to swallow his 8 inch cock. “Oh yeah, suck me baby” Shane grunts. Ivory works Shane’s erect cock with her mouth, making him moan. Shane slips his hand between Ivory’s legs, and feels her wetness thru her panties. He begins to rub her pussy through her cotton panties, making her wetter and hotter. Ivory grunts as Shane’s finger slips inside of the thin cotton panties.

Shane easily finds her swollen clit, and begins to rub it in small circular motions. Ivory thrusts against his finger, while still hungrily sucking his cock. Shane thrusts his cock deeper into her mouth, gagging her. “Oh god” he yells. His cum erupts into her mouth, and Ivory coughs. Cum spills from her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She continues sucking him, and holds his hard cock in her hand, stroking him wildly. Shane furiously rubs her clit, and she climaxes, her juices gush from her pussy, soaking his hand. “Mmmm, you are so hot and wet” Shane moans. Shane quickly pulls her panties off, and dives between her legs. Ivory grunts as his tongue slides between her wet pink pussy lips. Shane’s tongue wiggles wildly inside of Ivory’s pussy. His finger rubbing on her swollen clit, she climaxes again. Her pussy sprays, as she climaxes, and Shane noisily slurps at the spewing pussy cum. “Mmmm” Ivory moans. Shane continues working on her pussy until she pushes! ! his face from between her legs.

“Mmmm, fuck me big boy” Ivory moans. She pulls her pretty pink pussy lips widely apart, and Shane thrusts his swollen cock into her. Ivory grunts as his cock slides all the way inside of her. Shane fucks her wildly. He quickly removes her bikini top, and his mouth finds her erect dark colored nipples. Shane hungrily sucks on her pretty nipples, as he slams his cock deeply into her tight pussy. Ivory moans loudly as she climaxes. Her pussy grips Shane’s cock like a vise. Shane moans and his cock erupts into her pussy. Ivory cums again as she feels Shane’s thick hot cum shooting inside of her. “Oh yeah, give it to me baby” Ivory yells. Shane thrusts wildly, filling her pussy with his cum.

They continue fucking until his cock begins to soften…”Damn, you are so good” Shane says to her. Ivory smiles brightly at Shane, and he slaps her on her firm ass. “Mmmm, you too, Shane” Ivory softly moans. Shane watches as the female wrestler begins putting her panties back on. He watches as her firm ass wiggles wildly as Ivory struts from the room. Shane quickly dresses, and notices the showers are now empty. In another room the Godfather and De’lo Brown are sitting, smoking a fattie while watching the “HO’s” as they enter the room. “Mmmm, will you look at that” The Godfather says. “Damn, you sure know how to pick them” De’Lo says, watching as the bevy of beauties strut into the room.

To Be Continued…

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her day to begin

This day was just after my sixteenth birthday I was visiting an art museum; I love to go and visit the galleries. My family has just moved here from overseas a few months before and I wanted to visit the new show going on. After six months of waiting I was able to go by myself.

This place is converted from a long ago palace, bigger than the ones in france or russia. It took some time to find the new displays, and I got to talking with one of the young displayers. It was so nice to make a new friend, especially one who was in the process of showing off the displays. He stated that he did “living artwork in process of continual action.” By this I just assumed he meant growing plants in different ways of patterns and the like.

As the afternoon groups broke up, he asked if I would like a look-see at his displays. I jumped at the chance immediately. He led me through a back way to the middle of one great gallery. “I have to go for a bit, but take the tour and hang onto this,” he handed me a badge marked VIP Participant, with his mark on it, “It will get you into some of the more interesting of places, and be sure to join in the action if you get invited.” I agreed and thought nothing more of it.

The gallery covered many rooms on three floors. The highest floor was marked with a sign for “Adults or VIP badge holders only.” The guard at the entryway shook his head at seeing my badge, and commented to his friend as I passed by about the “fresh meat winding up on the table.” The rooms showed displays of nudity and of people engaged in various sexual acts. Most of the acts were of a very explicit and frank nature of display. Even as embarrassed as I was, the sights got my curiosity up and I went deeper into the exhibit.

One side room held a small series of futon like matts, covered in silky sheets and pillows, along with filming or broadcasting equipment for a live web production. I went inside and looked around. Several people were there, and one man came over and opened a book “There you are, I am glad someone finally was sent to the shoot, now this is the standard action form, just sign here and you will be paid today after the show is done, You understand, 500.00 cash for your praticipation just as promised. All you need to do is sign here.”

He handed me a pen, and I put my signature to the paper without thinking of it. That is a lot of money to be offered for a bit of work. A lady led me to be outfitted, or as I soon learned – lack of outfit – for the shoot. It took some doing, and a hell of a lot of pressure of the boss, but I finally came out wearing only a large towel wrapped around me. I was now really wondering what the hell i have gotten myself into this time.

One guy came over and asked several very direct questions… “Now then, just to make sure that we have the right information, have you ever had sex with a man before? ” i answered that i am still a virgin, and replied yes when asked if i wanted to lose it. I just assumed he meant later when I found the right guy… “now have you ever given head before?” No. I am getting nervous and tense with the activity around me, the director is running commands to others, saying to hurry it up as showtime is fast approaching.

“Now have you ever done muff before?” At the look of confusion on my face he became exasperated, and his assistant, a young curvatious lady explained “what he wants to know is have you ever eaten/or been eaten out by another woman?” I asked as if she meant at lunch or at dinner… “Man you are really an innocent one. No, what i mean by that is have you had sex with a woman before, you know, have you ever had pussy for a snack or main course?”

Now I knew I was really in trouble, I explained to the lady I just wandered in from outside and the events happening from there. She talked quickly with the boss, who explained that in this country, at sixteen I can legally make binding deals; and in this case the contract is clear, I have consented to be filmed in an sexually explicit means for payment of service.

A minute later action was called, and two ordinary ladies came into the room, wearing only the skimpiest of bra and panties. They led me by the hand onto the matts, and took off my towel. The two of them, Julie and Lisa, commenced to rub my sides, back, stomach, and then moved up to my small breasts. Their hands moved and squeezed in rhythem, I got the feeling they have done this quite a lot.

Julie looked at me wickedly as she stepped back, and undid her bra. Lisa did likewise with hers. Next off came their panties, and they started erotic dancing and touching of me between them. Soon enough, they started again on me, sucking and kissing me all over, putting my hands on their bodies, especially the breasts and butts. Julie came up behind me and locked her arms about my chest, while Lisa slowly smooched my lips. There was a warm firey sensation building in my body, unlike anything i have felt before.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, Lisa started her way down to my breasts, locking her lips upon them each, one at a time. Julie smiled at me, as she rubbed her hands over my stomach. “Its nearly showtime for you little one, soon no more innocence for your body.” I asked her what she meant by that…Lisa had gone to her knees and set my legs slightly apart…”Simple, she is going to eat out your pussy and make you into a properly bred woman.”

Lisa went in at me hard and fast, like there was no tommorow, I reached my first real climax in nothing flat, much to my disappointment. I was told to leave soon afterward, as the movie shoot was called “Innocence denied” in which the virgin girl (myself) is made to cum, yet denied the right to do it with others.

When I left the museum later, I felt totally ashamed, even though I had 500.00 for a short time of working. My real humiliation (to me at least) came when I got home early, and found my aunt watching the show on a web sight. She looked at me, and I was waiting for the explosion to occur. “Come here my girl, I saw how they treated you, and want the full story of this hypocracy.”

I explained all down to the minutest details. Looking at me, deep in thought, it was as if she reached a decision. “Listen Imo, there is a way to do it right, and I can help you if you want me to.” I looked at her, and she smiled, nodding her head yes. She led me to the couch, and slipped out of her skirt and panties. Spreading her legs, she used her fingers to open herself up. Her eyes drew me in, and she declared “If you want it done right Imo, just put your face down there and start licking me. I’ll guide you through it step by step.”

It took me only a moment to decide on this choice. She was as sweet tasting as i could have imagined (though i never thought of how a woman tasted before now). She has turned out to be a great teacher.

This day was the first of many such lessons of life for me.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

mandy and i go to crete for a holoday, she isnt very outgoing sexuakky but she is fucked in every hole, body modified, and life will never be the same again

We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the
afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from
the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting
on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with
their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and
sex. The sex we got was not what we had in mind and this is our
story.

The apartment had a shared pool with one other villa, when we
got out of the cab, the couple in the other villa were laid out
on sunbeds, we could only see the back of the beds and the
topvof their heads over the backrests, other than the two of
them it was really quiet,at least no kids about we
thought.

We went to the apartment via the pool area just to say hello
and do the right thing, set the mood etc. As we rounded the
corner, we saw they were both completely naked. The bloke,
later identified as Michael was sporting the biggest cock I had
ever seen, I jokingly nudged my wife and told her to close her
mouth. It must have been over 10 inches long and fat, my first
thought was it wouldnt have been out of place on a horse. His
wife, a slight woman, slim, nice tits was also naked, she had
her feet on the floor one one either side of the sunbed, she
had one hand in her pussy playing with herself and the other
hand was stroking Michael’s massive cock. She was laid back,
eyes closed and blissfully unaware that we were there at
all.

Calm as you like Michael said, Helga darling we have company
and she opened her eyes, looked traight at us and said hi, nice
to meet you, without stopping what either of her hands were
doing. She asked.with a smile how long we were staying and said
this pool area was nice and private, adding that we could
pretty much do whatever we wanted while we were there.

With that,she rolled off of her sunbed and on to Michael’s
taking his huge cock straight down her throat in one simple
movement. My jeans were bulging as my cock was nearing half
mast and she sucked him while continuing to slide most of her
hand in her wet pussy while her arse was high up in the
air.

Mandy, my wife, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into
our apartment saying that she couldn’t believe the front of
that woman. We then unpacked, Mandy moaning the whole time
about how unbearable this week was going to be. For me, the
jury was definitely out as I could quite fancy watching Helga
play with herself all week and she looked like she could give a
damn good blowjob too.

We finished unpacking, walked into town for dinner and ate,
Mandy gradually unwinding and in the end actually managing to
laugh about it.. oh my god, would you believe it.

Anyway, tired from the journey we walked back to the apartment,
no sign of Michael and Helga, we went to bed and slept soundly,
it sure was peaceful.

In the morning I awoke, no sign of Mandy, not unusual as she
was normally up early and cooking breakfast,but I couldn’t
smell cooking. I went to the bathroom, no sign, not concerned,
splashed water on my face I wandered downstairs, still no sign,
no activity in the kitchen, this is very odd.

I walk out to the pool, can’t see her anywhere, not overly
concerned as she likes her morning walks, I wanderd outside.
Helga was on her sunbed in a skimpy bikini and she said hi,
sorry if we embarrassed you guys last night but they both have
a high sex drive.

No problem I said, we were abit taken aback but hey, live and
let live.

She laughed but said no more. I walked around the pool and sat
on a sunbed, wondering where Mandy was but as I said not
concerned.

After about an hour three Germans arrived, said hi to me and
spoke to Helga in German, she replied in German, nodded toward
her room and laughed. They laughed to and went on in.

About half an hour later, Helga walked over to my bed, she had
removed her top by then and asked if I knew where my wife was.
I thought this was a bit odd and said no, probably out for a
walk. Helga replied that she had gone for a ride, leaving her
comment out in the open. Then she sat astride my sunbed and
slipped her fingers in her bikini bottom.

I got up to walk away and she said as I left that my wife was
in their room. Can’t be I thought but she added I should go and
look.

So, I did, their patio door was open so I glanced in and sure
enough there she was. On her hands and knees on their coffee
table with Michael sliding his huge cock in and out of her
arse. She had one of the other guys cocks down her throat and
two others stroking their cocks to the side of her face.

As I watched, she stopped sucking that cock and started on
another. I was furious, she won’t ever suck my cock and won’t
let me within a mile of her arse and here she was with complete
strangers sucking and taking A for all she was worth.

I charged into the room yelling at the top of my voice, what
the fuck is going on. Michael tugged his cock out of mandys
arse with an audible pop, it was bigger than I had thought the
day before and her arse was left gaping, it looked like it had
been permanently stretched. My god I thought.

Quick as a flash one of the Germans slammed his cock balls deep
in her arse and I heard her groan as he bottomed out. Michael
put his hand on my chest,his cock waving ominously before
me,wet with lubrication from my wife’s arse. She asked for it
he said, he was actually claiming that my missus who never
sucks my cock and never let’s me anywhere near her arse had
supposedly come in to their room and asked him to do this to
her.

He said something in German and the guy fucking her throat took
his cock out. Michael said to Mandy, as calm as you like, tell
your husband how you got here please Mandy.

Mandy turned her head to face me and said that she had gone
outside this morning and had been chatting to Helga and that
Helga said her husband’s cock was so big and fat it was amazing
and he cums like a fire hose. Helga apparently told Mandy that
she didn’t mind if Mandy wanted to try it for herself, that
Michael was in the kitchen, they had an open relationship and
that their rule with each other is that they would only fuck
someone else if that person asked for it. So mandy went into
the kitchen and asked Michael to fuck her and then one thing
lead to another and here they were.

The guy fucking her arse came at that point, Mandy just groaned
as he slammed his cock in deep and pumped gallons of cum into
her bowels. After he stopped he pulled out and a string of his
cum stayed connected to her arse.

I truggled to process this and stood there shell shocked, only
then realising that her hands and knees were tied to the table
and she couldn’t move. She said she had asked for that too,
again, she always refused to allow me to tie her up, I was
gutted.

While i stood there in shock, in strolled Helga, she saw the
cum dribbling out of mandy’s gaping arse and yelled oooohhh
cream pie and immediately dropped to her knees and started
licking the cum out of mandys arse. Mandy groaned and pushed
back onto her face, my god, did I even know this woman now she
is reacting to being eaten out by a woman.

Michael just smiled, then Helga got up, walked over to me,
pressed her ample breast against my chest, took my hands and
cupped her breasts with them and kissed me passing cum into my
mouth while rubbing my hardening cock with her hands.

Michael smiled again and moved behind Mandy whilst looking at
me and Helga, he slid his huge great monster of a cock deep
into her arse and fucked her so hard she just moaned and
moaned.

Iwalked out, I pushed Helga off me, my head was spinning, did
I now that woman on the table with that huge German cock
rutting her arse. I could hear the squelching noises made by
the load of cum that had already been dumped in her arse. I
was in turmoil, I walked and walked. Eventually ending up in
a bar in town I drowned my sorrows before convincing myself
that I must have imagined it all. So wearily I trudged back
to my apartment.

When I got there, my apartment is in darkness but unlocked,
exactly as I must have left it earlier. I don’t remember
walking out, I guess I must have left it open. Next doors
patio door was open and I stuck my head in. What I saw
confirmed I hadn’t imagined earlier, there was my darling
wife Mandy who until today had never had cock in her arse,
never been with a woman, never tried bondage and never sucked
my cock.

There she was with 6 Germans around her now, all naked and
all hung like horses. One was laid on his back, his cock
buried deep in her arse, another one between her legs balls
deep in her pussy and fucking her for all he was worth, she
had one cock in each hand and her head was buried in helgas
pussy eating her out. All were oblivious to my arrival except
Michael who was there with a video camera filming it, he
turned saw me and invited me in, I walked away and went into
my own apartment. As I reached my door, I heard Mandy scream
that she was cumming, and she moaned like a banshee a noise
that started and got louder and louder, clearly she was
cumming like I had never been able to make her cum, and she
had been a virgin when we met so she had probably never cum
like that before.

I pushed the door up but not latched and I could hear her
moaning on and on. I was lost for words, my head was thumping
and I just crawled into bed wanting the world to swallow me
up.

I could hear the regular thud of fucking going on next door,
I pulled my pillow over my head and tried to hide away.

At some point I must have fallen asleep as I heard a noise
and it was dark now. I felt the bed move and realised someone
had got on the bed. Slightly panicked I flicked the light
switch and there was Mandy laying on top of the bed, cum in
her hair, dried on her face, her lips, on her belly and
dribbling out of her arse and pussy. She seemed out of it,
not moving so I covered her over and went into the lounge. I
laid on the sofa in my dressing gown and drifted to sleep
again.

I awoke in the morning thinking that Mandy was giving me a
blow job, I could feel her soft lips sliding up and down my
cock, felt the flick of her tongue on the head of my cock and
felt it push gently into her throat. I laid there, enjoying
the moment, the previous days activities slipping out of mind
as she sucked harder and pushed her head down my cock more
urgently, harder she sucked again and there I was pumping her
mouth full of my cum. Aaaahhhh, I groaned as I shot load
after load, eventually I stopped and still without opening my
eyes I said, god I love you that was amazing.

Then she kissed me, hard and deep, I could taste my cum on
her tongue, our tongues fought, she kissed harder then she
bit my lip quite hard. Ow I thought and opened my eyes to
realise that it wasn’t Mandy but Helga, she had slipped into
my apartment and given me the most amazing blowjob.

Morning lover she said in her sexy german accent. I love the
taste of your cum.

I pushed her off, feeling guilty, where’s Mandy I said what
are you people doing. She said Mandy was outside on a sunbed
by the pool and why was I being such a prude?

Up I jumped and ran to the patio door,certain that this was a
bad dream. Sure enough there was Mandy outside laid on a
sunbed, what she hadn’t said was there was a line of about 15
blokes, all naked and mostly hung like horses. Under her
sunbed was a huge puddle of cum, one Greek looking bloke was
fucking her pussy like a train and there she was legs wrapped
around him scratching his back and urging him to fuck her
harder and screaming with every orgasm. As soon as he pumped
her pussy full of his cum, he pulled out and was swiftly
replaced by the next bloke, a younger guy, didn’t look more
than 18, young enough to be her son, but she didn’t seem to
care, she was fucking like her life depended on it, with wild
abandon.

I stood mesmerized, this whore was my wife, my wife of 18
years, innocent Mandy, fucking all and sundry like a banshee.
While I stared in disbelief Helga walked up beside me and
said see, told you she was on the sunbed. She cupped my balls
and stroked my cock which despite my horror started to
respond.

Again Mandy came, then the young guy filled her with his seed
grunting as he slammed into her. His cum, with hers squirted
out of her pussy, soaking his legs and the sunbed and
dribbling through to increase the size of the puddle below
her.

Michael was sat smiling to himself, cock in one hand and
video camera in the other filming it as Helga knealt before
me and once again took my cock into her warm and welcoming
mouth

Helga sucked my cock deep into her throat and made me cum, nothing I could do about it, she sure had a magic mouth.

Mandy meanwhile fucked round the clock, they never stopped, occasionally they would flip her over and fuck her in the arse, her puddle of cum grew and grew drying in the afternoon and evening sun.

Helga lead me to my bed and cuddled up to me stroking my back until I slipped in to a fitful sleep.

In the morning, the sun rose, Helga again was giving me an amazing wake up blow job, this time though she stopped short of making me cum and she got up,squatted over my cock and slipped her silky pussy all the way down my cock, nestling down she ground her clit into my bush, back and forth round and round sliding up and down my full length, god this woman was good. She came, once, twice, three times before I finally came deep inside her.

She sat briefly on me, breathing deeply,her breasts rising and falling and her nipples huge with arousal,this woman was a goddess. What could I do?

At this point I realised that Mandy was asleep next to me in my bed,Helga still sat with my cock deep inside her. Helga slapped mandys arse, she twitched and cum dribbled out. Wake up bitch said Helga, you’ve got cleaning to do.

I was confused until I saw Helga pull mandys hair and drag her head toward her pussy. She pushed Mandy down until she was laid on her back, I could see cum dried around mandys pussy and arse and still more dribbling out of both holes.

With Mandy on her back, Helga raised herself up and off of my cock and squatted over mandys face, pulling her hair Helga ground into mandys mouth and I could see mandys tongue working overtime to get all of my cum out of helgas pussy and she was eating it all.

When Helga was clean she got off the bed and said now him bitch. Mandy didn’t hesitate, there was no reaction, no recognition of who I was, she just rolled over and sucked and licked all of the cum off of my cock. When done, she rolled back over and just lay there eyes closed.

At that point, in walked Helga followed by Michael, how’s my little English whore doing today he said as he casually strolled up to my bed. He grabbed her head, tilted it back and plunged his cock deep into her throat. Immediately I saw her throat muscles working to suck him in deep and within seconds he was thrusting and groaning. Helga had a huge double headed dildo in her hand, it was as big as my forearm round. She pushed one end of it straight into mandys pussy then folded it double and pushed the other end into her arse. Mandy never flinched. Then Helga put a belt round mandys waist and pulled a strap between her legs fixing back onto the belt effectively locking the dildo in place in her pussy and arse. They were so big, it must have stretched her wide open. Michael then grunted and I saw him push deep in her throat and his cock spawned, her throat tried to cope but his cum poured out of her nose and onto his cock.

He appeared angry and he pulled out, called her a worthless whore and told her to clean him up. While she did that he told me that this bitch was his now and that she needed tagging, he said he knew people and that I would be going home alone and she was staying there with him.

She finished the clean up, he pulled her upright by the hair and slapped her face. He made her walk around with the double headed dildo rubbing inside her. He made her put on some 6 inch heels that Helga bought and put a collar round her neck with a 10 foot lead attached.

He roughly dragged her from the apartment by the lead, she shouted but he hit her again before thrusting a ball gag in her mouth. He then wrote whore in 3 inch letters on her chest and back and dragged her away in the direction of town.

Once again my head was spinning. Helga comforted me and said it would all be ok and that Michael was a kind man really. She held me stroked me and eventuallly pulled me on the sofa and kissed me, sucked my cock and slid it deep in her arse. I spent the whole afternoon fucking Helga every which way, in my mind saying over and over that I was getting one over on Michael by fucking his wife. But every time I fucked her hard, she fucked me back even harder. This woman was insatiable.

Late afternoon I heard a comotion in the street outside the villas, I walked to the wall and looked out and there was Mandy. She was tied up to a pole, bent over at the waste, two guys fucking her,both really old and wrinkly and a line of locals paying Michael a 100 euros each to fuck the English whore. There must have been 20 guys in the line and a mini bus of mine workers pulling up, 15 big ugly horrible blokes got off that bus, all pulling out wallets and thrusting money into Michaels hand.

I watched as they pushed their cocks into her, two in her pussy and one in her mouth then one in her arse,one in her pussy another in her mouth, she was a broken woman and they all shouted abuse as they came inside her every hole.

I walked over to try and comfort this woman, as I approached I saw that her pussy hair had been shaven off,her labia had been pierced with gold rings, 4 in each lip,a bar was through her clit and her nipples had large iron rings through them. Weights were hanging off of her nipples and her boobs were stretched so long, her nipples massive under the weight.

Her fingers and thumbs were all touching so that her thumb and fingers formed an O on each hand, I turned out that they had superglued her fingers and thumbs together so that her hands could be fucked if all of her other holes were full. And the locals were starting to fuck those hands.

As I reached her, her body was pummelled by one cock in her arse, one in her pussy, one in her mouth and one through each hand. My god, what had they done to her?

Tears ran down my face, Helga lead me away and deep into the night people, locals and tourists took turns to fuck the English bitch again and again. Michael made a fortune that night and Mandy was fucked red raw. When I woke in the morning, after Helga sucked me off and fucked me with her arse, and after I had eaten her pussy out I looked over the wall and there was Mandy still tied to the post, the ground around her soaked with spent cum. She was still leashed and I could see from here that her arse and pussy were bleeding.

Day 4 had begun, Mandy was cut from the pole by Michael and
taken into his apartment, she was laid on their bed,
battered and bleeding. Fucked to within an inch of her
life. Her hands glued together, her pussy and arse
bleeding.

Helga attended to her wounds, cleaning the cuts and
wiping away the blood, she looked to be very gentle. As
the day progressed, Mandy just lay there, not moving,
perhaps exhausted, more likely her spirit broken.

Mid afternoon a local doctor came, he checked her over
and spoke in German to Helga and Michael. I thought it
concern but I didn’t understand.

When it became clear, the doctor was negotiating a fee
for work to be carried out. He fucked her in every hole,
he came in mandys arse, her pussy and her mouth. He
pushed his massive hand deep into her pussy, it had
little resistance and entered easily she had been
stretched so much.

He pushed his second hand Into her arse, same again, no
resistance, again she was stretched. He muttered
something in German to Michael who shrugged and shook his
head.

What they had planned was to take her to Germany, this
doctor was a skilled surgeon. He closed her ears, folding
the lobes inwards and put a glue onto the skin, it
sizzles and melted the skin, her ears now forever closed.

He cut off all of her long hair, rubbed an adhesive on
her head and pulled a rubber hood over her head, now
forever bonded to her skin. Only her nostrils and mouth
visible.

He stitched her mouth closed and put a feeding tube
inside her mouth. Then he threaded strong cable through
her nipple rings and pulled them tight threading the
cable though her pussy rings too until she was almost
doubled up.

Then he took a humongous double headed dildo, coated it
liberally in glue and slipped one end deep into her pussy
and the other deep in her arse. He didn’t need to strap
this in as it wasn’t going anywhere. He attached a small
solar panel to the back of her head and ran wires from it
into the dildo. Shining a light onto the panel the dildos
began to thrust and expand in her arse and pussy and she
moaned as it happened.

Then he wrapped her in a shroud and lifted her into a
crate. The crate was loaded onto a truck and the truck
drove away. I figured I had seen the last of Mandy. I
spent the rest of my week fucking Helga, sometimes with
Michael doing her too, two cocks in her pussy, sometimes
two in her arse, she sucked and fucked like her life
depended on it and maybe it did?

At the end of the week I flew home, told our friends and
children that Mandy and I had split up, said she had met
a Greek guy and was living in Crete with him. No one
questioned, no one asked, they all felt sorry for me.

About two weeks later, a news bulletin caught my eye.
Famous artist Michael something or other from Hamburg had
caused a major political row by unveiling a piece of art
which he called English bitch whore.

It caused national unrest as this art appeared to be a
woman, suspended 50 feet above ground by cables which
appeared to be threaded through her nipples and pussy
lips. She appeared to have a rubber hood over her head
and massive plugs stuck in her arse and pussy.

Local people were reported to have said that at night
they thought they could hear the artwork moaning and
occasionally as people walked beneath the artwork they
thought it dripped what felt like cum onto their heads
and there was almost always a puddle beneath the
art. 

Mandy, I thought, your alive…

I campaigned for a year to have the art taken down,
eventually winning the argument and Michael said he would
gift it to me. When it was delivered, wrapped in the same
shroud as before, I cried. The cable was welded to the
rings in her nipples and pussy, they were super strong
and couldnt be cut. The solar panel came off, the dildos
came out but they did cause internal damage because of
the glue. The hood was welded to her skin.

I couldn’t unwrap the art, but I could fuck it. Every
year on the anniversary of our holiday to Crete, Michael
and Helga visit for a weekend. They bring all of their
friends, Helga wakes me with the world’s best blowjob and
we fuck til dawn. Michael and his friends fuck my Mandy
in her pussy and arse as her mouth is sealed now except
for the feeding tube. Helga and my friend Billie race to
see who can get all of the cum out of her arse and pussy
fastest, Helga always wins and I get to fuck her anyway
she chooses as her prize. Mandy, she moans gently while
we fuck her senseless every year.

My girlfriend Billie and I are going to Crete next year
to prepare for an art week in Germany later in the year.
She has no idea…

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