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Julia Foxx slammed down the receiver and muttered under her breath, “Idiots, the world is full of idiots!!!” She rifled through the multitude of papers that were spread all over her large desk, and finally in exasperation punched the intercom button and ordered, “Marge, get in here, I need some help!” Marge Owens set aside the letter she was typing and went directly into Julia Foxx’s office. “What’s up boss?” she asked brightly. “You remember the Cambridge file?” Julia asked without looking up. “I know it’s here somewhere, but for the life of me I just can’t find the damn thing!” Marge slipped back out the door and retrieved the needed document from her own desk and returned while asking, “Is this what you’re looking for?” “Thank god,” Julia said while slumping back into her chair, “I was certain that I had left it at home.” Marge walked over around the back of desk and began rubbing Julia’s shoulders while whispering softly, “I think you need a break, your so tense!” Julia closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, “I don’t know how that fool Roberts ever became and attorney, if I ever have the urge to get involved with him again just shoot me!” “Let’s not think about him,” Marge said soothingly, “in fact, isn’t about time you went potty?” “Ohhhhh, you’re right,” Julia replied while getting to her feet. “I do have to go!” The two women disappeared into Julia Foxx’s private washroom, whereupon Julia pulled up the hem of her skirt, allowing Marge to carefully pull down her frilly white panties! “Mmmmm,” Marge hummed, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen these before, they’re very pretty!” “Thanks,” Julia replied while sitting her plump bottom on toilet seat, “I just got them last weekend.” With her legs spread wide apart Julia sighed as Marge gently opened the lips of her smoothly shaved vagina and held them apart while a stream of hot golden pee rocketed from her full bladder! “Feeling better?” Marge asked softly. “Ohhhhh, yes,” Julia said, “so much better!” As the last bit of pee dripped from Julia’s labia, Marge took a piece of tissue paper and gently dabbed at the full lips until it was clean as a whistle. As was usually the case, Julia caressed the young woman’s head in her arms while guiding her mouth directly to her bulging cunt! “Okay, baby, be a good secretary and suck Julia off!” “Of all the fringe benefits this job offered, “Sucking Julia Foxx’s pussy was number one!” Marge could never get enough of the over developed organ, and after taking in a deep breath of her intoxicating aroma she let her tongue slither into the gaping slit and find it’s way directly to her hard engorged clitty!!!

What was even better was how Julia Foxx framed her perfect pussy! Instead of wearing drab old panty hose she always wore a garter belt coupled with a shear pair of silk stockings! It was as if her pussy were in a picture frame, and even though she was on the north side of forty years of age, Julia Foxx had the kind of body that simply oozed sensuality! Slightly plump with a firm legs, a full ass, rounded tummy, almost huge breasts, and a very pretty face framed by a long mane of dark brown hair! On the occasions when she let her pussy go to seed, an incredible forest of pubic hair would cover her crotch from her ass hole all the way up to a super wide vee and then to a thin trail of fur up to her cute navel. It was her huge clit, however, that drove Marge completely mad! When it was engorged to the hilt it stood proud and strong, poking it’s glans out from between the folds of Julia’s pussy practically begging to be sucked! Marge bored in on the erect little organ, and while wrapping her tongue around it’s head, Julia’s body tensed up while long low moan escaped her lips as a stunning string of orgasms wrenched her pussy until it was totally spent!

“Good grief, someday you’re gonna kill me when you do that,” Julia Foxx sighed while the tingling in her pussy slowly subsided. “And what a delightful way to go,” Marge giggled while leaning up to kiss the her big titted boss full of the lips. “Mmmmmm,” Julia hummed while her secretary probed her mouth with her insistent tongue. “I have and idea,” Marge whispered after pulling their lips apart!” “W-what, what idea?” Julia asked hoarsely. “Hurry up and tell me!” “It’s just this,” Marge replied breathlessly while unbuttoning her boss’s white silk blouse. “I think it would be heavenly to rub our nipples together, don’t you?” “Oh yessssss,” Julia hissed through clenched teeth, “let’s do it!” Every time Marge saw Julia’s massive breasts encased in her sheer bras was just as exciting as the first time, and as a result she sucked a gulp of air and moaned softly while caressing the massive mammaries through the pretty fabric! “L-let me see yours,” Julia gasped, “hurry up and take your top off!!!”

As much as she loved Julia’s chest, Marge was sure that Julia loved hers even more! It was a game they never tired of playing, that being Marge teasing her boss with a slow strip tease that literally whipped her into a frenzy! First came the jacket, then the blouse, and then ever so slowly the black bra that contained her perfect 36C’s! “Jesus I love your boobs,” Julia said while reaching out to caress the pink nippled wonders. “I’m sure that you do,” Marge said lightly while backing up just out her boss’s range, “but you have to promise me one thing!” “W-what, just tell me what you want,” Julia stammered, “anything, just please let me touch them!” “Wellllllll,” Marge replied sweetly, “it’s just a little thing.” “Good fucking god, tell me!” Julia begged. “Ohhhhh, all right,” Marge teased while lifting the hem of her own skirt, “it’s just this, I want you to masturbate my clit with one of your big nipples!” At the sight of her hairy muffy Marge was sure that Julia would pass out, but instead she frantically ripped off her bra and offered a huge nub for her secretary’s use!

A wild look covered Julia’s face while she panted, “Here it is, come and get it from mama!” Julia’s normally pink nipples had taken on an almost purple hue as they stood out hard as little cocks, as if begging for attention! Marge’s pussy lurched at their mere sight, and as much as she wanted to keep on teasing her boss, she knew that it was hopeless to resist any longer! She sighed deeply, and after giving Julia a sweet little girl’s smile, stepped forward with her legs spread wide apart allowing the big titted bitch to run her huge dig up and down her hairy crack! The sensation was incredible! Julia’s hard nip snapped back and forth over erect clit, causing an electric shock to whip through her with each stroke! Now the shoe was on the other foot, so to speak, and it was Julia’s turn to have her way with the sassy cunt! While the fury in her pussy roiled out of control, Julia took her time and purposely avoided connecting her hard nipple with Marge’s hard clit! Desperately Marge tried to maneuver her pussy around to get positive contact, but the wily older woman managed to keep her nipple just out of reach! Finally in desperation Marge grabbed the fat tit from her boss and guided the excited nipple where it would do the most good, directly on her needy clit!

When it happened it washed over her like a waterfall as her pussy convulsed out of control leaving her crashing on the rocks of orgasm city! With her legs wobbly and her knees weak Marge let the huge boob slip from her hands as she leaned heavily against the wall for much needed support! Both women had the dazed look of a deer caught in the head lights of a semi, but Julia managed to pant, “And that is what it’s all about!” Marge dropped her skirt and began helping Julia put herself back together while sighing, I guess that will make you forget about Roberts, huh!” “Roberts who?!?” Julia replied with a chuckle.

THE END

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When her mother dies her step-father makes her a sex slave.

Chapter 1

My life has always been hard my name is Cinderella, but everyone calls me Cindy when I was little my mother died my father and I have never been close I think he married her for her money. When I was 15 he remarried to a woman Dena who had 2 daughter’s they were mean I had to give up my pretty fairy tale room to one of my two sister’s Kat her sister Daisy took the other one that left me with a room next to the maids. One night while I was sleeping my father and new mother came to my room and told me that from now on I was the maid I would be cooking and cleaning and that I was also the household sex slave as I begin to cry I asked my father why and he told me that he wasn’t my father he married my mother after he killed him and when my mother got sick he let her die he also told me that if I didn’t obey I would be punished has he backhanded me I slide to the floor. My step-mother took off her dress and told me to eat her pussy and I told I didn’t know how I was kicked and told to put my face in her pussy my father grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to her and pushed me face first into her he also tore my panties off and put his finger in me I was so scared I stopped and ask what he was doing and was slapped in the face because I stopped. I felt him putting his finger in my butt and I knew what he was going to do I listened to my step mother as she told me how to lick and suck her pussy and how to put my fingers in her as she bucked and convulsed I would later learn that she was cumming as she was yelling for me not to stop licking her that when I felt him putting his dick in my butt I screamed so loud as my head was forced back into her pussy I could feel myself about to pass out from the pain when he said if I pass out he will chain me up and whip me until I come to. He fucked me so hard that night that I was unable to sit down before they left I was told that I needed to be up every morning at 5 to make breakfast I was to help my step-sisters by licking and sucking there pussies daily and help them bath and get ready for school than I was to wake my step father by sucking his dick and licking my step-mother’s if I fail I will be beaten. I also had to keep the house clean do the laundry and cook dinner I will also be home schooled. My step mother told me that the doctor is coming to give me a shot that’s why my step-father only fucked my ass.

After they left I lay in my bed and cried I had no where to go and no money, so I couldn’t run away. I was about to go to sleep when I heard my door open I looked up to see Kat come in she gets in the bed with me and puts her hand between my legs I ask her what she is doing when she tells me that she wants to make me feel good and I tell her no she slaps me and I want to fight back, but I know if I do she will tell her mother and I will be beaten so I lay there when she gets on top of me she begins grinding her pussy on me and I begin to feel funny she starts kissing me and the feeling between my legs begins to grow and when she pulls what I later learn is my clit it feels so good I ask her what’s happening and she tells me I am going to cum and I do she slaps me hard across the face she tells me that I have to ask or wait to be told to cum she is grinding harder and harder on me and I know she is going to cum also when she is done she makes me lick her fingers the once she was touching me with and I like the taste. When she gets up Daisy sits on my face I didn’t even know she was in the room she grabs me by my hair and tells me to stick my tongue in her pussy and I try to do what she wants but I am having a hard time breathing then I feel someone playing with my pussy and I begin to throb down there when she tells me that if I don’t do what she wants she is going to get a belt and whip my pussy I begin licking her fast I need to get some sleep and I don’t want to be whipped when she cums I think she peed on me I would later find out that she is a squirts when she cums it gets every where even in my nose.

When I finally get to sleep I almost over sleep I begin making breakfast only to be stopped my step father who tells me he must go out of town and wants his dick sucked now. He forces me to my knees right in the kitchen he tells me that when he returns he is going to fuck me in the pussy when he rams is large dick down my throat and holds it there I am gagging, and tears are running down my face he pinches my nose and it causes me to swallow around him and he cums sending spunk right into my belly he I want to throw up and she tells me to hold it. When he is done he tells me to tuck him into his pants I hate him he slaps me and tells me to get his breakfast. After I lick and suck both my step sister’s pussy I help each one shower and dress they are both off to school I go to my step mother who is mad because it took he so long she tells me that for now on come to her first after making her cum three times I am cleaning the kitchen when the doorbell rings it’s the doctor who has me take my clothes off in the dining room and get on the table he begins looking at me down there he ask about my cycle and puts his finger in me and tells my step mother that I am a virgin and he gives me a shot and tells her that he will be back in three months and that he wants to fuck me and I am scared he takes his dick out and stands by my head and tells me to suck him off and then I feel my step mother put her mouth on me she is sucking pussy hard and fast and the doctor tells her he needs to fuck one of us she raised her dress and he gets behind her and I am shocked she makes me cum over and over when the doctor leaves she tells me that if I say any thing she will lock me up for a week as she is grabbing my nipple twisting it and it hurts bad. When the girls get home, I have cleaned both of their rooms and ironed their clothes dinner is in the stove I hate this my whole body hurts I am so tired I ask if I can go to bed early and she says after the kitchen is cleaned after dinner and if the girls don’t want to use me. After I serve dinner and I eat myself I have cleaned the kitchen and did both girls homework I get to my room and take a shower and crawl into bed and wait to see who is coming or calling me. I wake up when I my alarm goes off I dress and get to the kitchen only to be met by my step mother who tells me that I father was killed last night, and I don’t know if I am happy or sad because was so mean so I ask what’ going to happen to me and she says I have to do what she tells me to do because she is my guardian now because he didn’t leave a will and I know my life will be harder.

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One of my girlfriends Liz, had just turned forty and kept on telling me she didn’t have a sex life, though she really wanted a sex life, a new lover in her life. Over time Liz had let her appearance suffer, though she still had a killer body. I knew she had a killer body because I had made a point of watching her trying on clothes when we went shopping together. Flattered when she watched me trying on clothes while almost naked for her and the reaction on her face.

Over coffee with her one day I was holding her hand when I told her, “You are still an attractive woman Liz. Would you like me to help you turn you into a drop dead gorgeous woman, a woman who is attractive to men, boys and women. Yes?” At the time Liz didn’t realize I wanted her to be a new sex object for me and some of my friends, men, boys and women.

I started by taking her to a hairdresser, hardly recognising her with a new, glamorous. hairdo. Then some new sexy, skimpy, black, lingerie for her. Garter belts and stockings a must have. Killer high heel shoes another must have.

We were shopping for dresses together the next time. I had helped her make choices while I watched her trying on dresses. Admiring her lush, almost naked body, just as the mature age woman shop assistant was. Both of us admiring her gorgeous big tits as she removed her bra to try on a dress and see how it looked and felt without a bra. The shop assistant and me both muttering, “Oh wow,” before she watched me fasten her bra and run my fingers down her back.

Finally that day, a visit to the waxing clinic, explaining the look I wanted Liz to have. Lusting after her as I watched her being waxed, before she watched me being waxed. Incredible, teasing foreplay for me without Liz realising it.

Coffee after the shopping. Liz had aroused me. I wanted to have her, that day, now. Holding her hand when I told her, “You always were an attractive woman Liz. Your new look has turned you into a drop dead gorgeous woman, a woman who is attractive to men, boys and women. You are so fuckable, you know I am gender fluid. I want to make love to you, give you cunnilingus, fuck you with my tongue.”

“Why has it taken you so long to ask me Morgana. Your place or mine?”

After all the shopping we decided to shower together, part of our mutual seduction, slowly undressing each other, with our hands all over each other. “The way that shop assistant looked at you earlier made me jealous. Did you realize she was admiring your lush, almost naked body, just as I was?. Both of us were admiring your gorgeous, big tits when you removed your bra to try on a dress and see how it looked without a bra.”

“I did realize Morgana, I did it deliberately to tease you, and the shop assistant,” she told me as I licked and sucked her wondrous, big, tits as her nipples responded.

Liz really was an incredibly fuckable woman for me, obviously not her first lesbian seduction. Fucking her with my tongue, my ego and libido in overdrive as she climaxed for me. Twice.

Cuddling together in the afterglow when Liz told me, “You promised to help me turn you into a drop dead gorgeous woman. I feel so confident now. You also told me you would make me into a woman who is attractive to men, and boys. Can I start with the boys. I have always wanted to seduce a young boy, Can you help with a boy or boys?”

The next Friday night I had organised two boys, one for Liz and one for me. Insisting the boys book a room in one of hotel chains. I had carefully explained the situation to the boys. “My girlfriend Liz has just turned forty. I have helped turn her into a drop dead gorgeous woman, helped her reinvent her sex life. I promised her she would be attractive to men, boys and women. She has never had a boy. She wants to learn if her new look really is attractive to boys.”

I met Liz at her condo before we caught a Uber to meet the boys in the hotel. Explaining to her It wasn’t the first time I had met with these two boys. Telling her they were both twenty-years old with wonderful, six-pack, masculine bodies, gorgeous taut asses and large, thick cocks.

Checking out the way we had dressed for the boys. Wanting to maximise our impact on the boys. Both of us agreeing we wanted the boys to give us cunnilingus, fuck us with their tongues, pay their dues, before they fucked us.

The boys were visibly relieved when we arrived at the hotel fashionably late. They were dressed in white hotel robes, obviously naked underneath. Liz carefully studying the boys before she made her choice. The boys teasing us as they opened their robes to flaunt their large, thick cocks for us, before shrugging off their robes to show us their wonderful, masculine, six-pack bodies, gorgeous taut asses and large already tumescent cocks.

Liz and me were looking at ourselves in the huge mirror opposite, leaning back against a table, kissing with our tongues when the boys lifted our skirts, sliding our thongs down past our heels, before they licked our clits. How could young boys that age be so good at cunnilingus, tongue fucking women twice their age? Beautiful foreplay before they fucked us. A little over an hour later swaps with the boys. The boys trying to outdo each other while Liz and me talked dirty to them. Liz thought the boys were outstanding, just as I did.

The next time I met Liz she was starting to fully realise just how much I wanted her to be a sex object for me and some of my women friends. It was a Thursday afternoon when I took her for coffee to meet Sandra. I had forewarned her Sandra was a married, closet, lipstick lesbian. My warning turned out to be a challenge for Liz.

Before I introduced them I had told both of them about my casual relationship with Sandra, telling them what a wonderful lover she was. They were both dressed to impress each other. Heels and sexy designer clothing, every person in the feminists coffee shop looking at them. Some of the women immediately recognising them as two lipstick lesbians, envious of them.

Instant sexual attraction between Sandra and Liz even before the coffee arrived as they sat side-by-side. While waiting for our coffees to arrive it was obvious they were going to become lovers. I was listening in to them telling each other in detail how they like they liked to be seduced. Their hands inside each other’s short skirts. The conversation raising several notches when they started talking about how they like they wanted to be seduced. I was envious and jealous when I heard them making arrangements to meet on the Saturday.

The next day Liz phoned me. “Sandra was a wonderful lover. She wants you to join us next time. Does this Friday work for you?” It did work for me, agreeing to meet in Liz’s apartment. I wanted to be the centre of attention for two of my bi-sexual, lesbian lovers. I knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it to play out, to maximise the sexual pleasure for the three of us.

Minutes after I arrived the three of us were almost naked, apart from our heels, black stockings and garter belts. The other two women, Liz and Sandra holding hands as they stood with their backs to the wall, their sexy black triangles the centre of attention for me.

“Like anything sexual, getting good at cunnilingus is about a strong dynamic between the people involved, and you don’t get there by accident,” I whispered to them.

Oral and manual sex are a dynamic combination, when hand in hand, adding my fingers to the mix, playing with her thighs, lips, and clit while kissing, breathing and sucking.

I was using my fingers, fingering Liz while licking Sandra’s clit, wanting to provide intense, explosive sexual pleasure as my finger brushed against her g-spot inside her vagina.

Talking to both women, a sexy conversation. “I love to tongue another woman, you are a real woman, such an exciting woman Sandra, so good. Even better with Liz watching, while you are kissing each other.

“Tell me what you want Sandra? Slow and sensual or rougher, harder, or faster. Tell me and I will give you what you want.”

“Just fuck me with your tongue.”

“Writing the alphabet with my tongue on her clitoris while running a fingertip along Liz’s cunt lips. Letting them guide me for pressure, location and intensity, having them let me know when they feel something they really like.

“I love capital T after foreplay has me aroused, but I prefer capital U if I haven’t gotten completely aroused yet’ Sandra told me.

Some women, myself included, love mouth suction on the clitoris while a partner uses their tongue. Learning to create suction and go through the technique without losing the seal takes practice. I had had enough practice not lose the seal. Giving each woman mouth suction while the other watched with my finger teasing them.

“Would you like to have two men, men not boys,” I asked Liz a few weeks later. She was keen on the idea, so was I, when I arranged three men for the next Friday night. Two men for her, one man for me, insisting the men book a room in one of the hotel chains.

“Do the men know each other?,” was the first question she asked. Then, “How old are they?”

Reassuring her when I told her the men did know each other and they were very comfortable with each other. And all around thirty-years old, ten years younger than us. Though I omitted to tell her they were talented, bi-sexuals.

Liz and me decided to meet in the hotel lobby before we met the men in their room. Asking the concierge to phone and tell the men we were about to take the elevator. Lightly kissing each other on the way up when I told Liz, “You look wonderful, and very fuckable. I told you I would help you turn you into a drop dead gorgeous woman, a woman who is attractive to men, boys and women. Tonight two men for you.”

When we opened the door the men were naked, standing close together with their hands on each other’s ass, almost clones of each other with a black silk collar around their necks, all with toned, muscly, six pack bodies. And all with much larger than average, neatly trimmed, thick cocks, very much larger than average.

The two men Liz chose made it obvious they were going to share her as they undressed her. Both of them feasting on her wonderful tits, arousing her nipples. One of them worshiping her big ass while the other was licking and sucking her clit, wonderful teasing, foreplay for me and my man while watching.

One of the men fucking her from behind while she was sucking the other’s erection. My man fucking me from behind so we could watch and enjoy Liz with two men.

The next time I met Liz she had two women with her. I was so pleased with her arrangements. A light, seductive lunch in her apartment. Just enough excellent wine to be relaxing and to raise our libidos. As soon as I was in the door one of the women, Patricia had made it apparent we were going to be lovers that afternoon. Instant attraction, lightly kissing with our tongues before we kissed with all of our tongues. ”Liz has told me so much about you and your sexuality. I think we are two kindred spirits. Later we were two kindred spirits. Two bi-sexual, lip stick lesbians, making love, wonderful sapphic pleasure.

I couldn’t wait for the lunch to finish while I learnt more about Patricia. Around my age, a gorgeous blond, married, a bi-sexual lipstick lesbian with an obviously wonderful body under her designer outfit. A new sexual challenge for each other. Her hand inside my thighs for most of the lunch, kissing like teenagers while Liz and her partner were imitating us on the other side of the table.

I had always wanted another woman to watch a woman seducing me, making love to me. Two women watching a woman seducing me was a huge bonus turn on. Electric sexual tension while Liz and her woman watched Patricia seducing me. Slowly undressing me, my dress around my ankles, so pleased I had worn really sexy lingerie that day. My tits spilling out of my cup-less bra. Moaning in pleasure as she licked and sucked my nipples.

Patricia motioning for me to undress her, admiring and wanting her wonderful, naked body with her designer outfit on the floor alongside. Naked for me when she pushed me back against the wall opposite a huge wall length mirror. Watching in the mirror as she slid my thong over my heels, naked for her apart form my heels and bra, pleased she hadn’t removed it.

“Tell me what you want Patricia?”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you Morgana?,” she answered.

“I want to climax for you while my friends watch. Make love to me, make me wet for you, really wet.”

She did make me wet, really wet, a bi-sexual, lipstick lesbian, a married woman giving me exquisite sexual pleasure. Licking my clit, running a fingertip along my cunt lips while two other women watched. I was so aroused, hardly realizing I was urging her to, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,”

“Are you going to climax for me while our friends watch? No pressure,” Sandra told me while her tongue was doing wonderful things to my pussy. “No pressure, no pressure.”

The way she told me ‘no pressure’, with such a wonderful inflection in her voice was a huge, extra turn on for me, increasing our sexual pressure.. An extra challenge for me with Liz and her new lover watching. Both of them standing alongside me, Liz and me kissing with our tongues, her new lover licking and sucking my nipples. So good, trying to hold back my climax. Right on the edge. So close. Almost embarrassed with the noise I made while I pushed her head into my vagina. A climax I hope the four of us will long remember.

Then my turn to sexually satisfy Sandra wth Liz and her new lover alongside. Recalling this all came about when I offered to help turn Liz into a drop dead gorgeous woman, a woman who is attractive to men, boys and women. Mission accomplished. Her sex life and mine greatly enhanced.

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Zoey slowed her car to crawl as she checked the house numbers as she slowly rolled down the quiet shaded street. “Let me see now,” she muttered under her breath, “115, 121, 127, ahhhhhhh, here we are, 133!” She parked her car in a under the shade of a large oak tree, and after checking to make sure that she had everything in her black attache case she headed up the front walk to the large colonial house that stood proudly amongst the large stand of trees surrounding the property. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty red haired pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside. “You must be Zoey,” she said with a smile while extending her hand. “And you must be Mrs. Gordon,” Zoey replied while setting down her brief case. “Call me Lisa,” the rotund woman answered while ushering Zoey into the large well appointed living room, “please, have a seat.” Zoey picked out a large plush easy chair and plopped herself down while Lisa did the same on the long sofa. “I was a little reluctant to call your company,” Lisa began, “but it’s gotten to the point where I just need some help!” Zoey smiled her radiant smile and replied gently, “Well, it’s good that you called us, that’s what we’re here for!” “How long have you been with the company?” Lisa asked. “I’m a senior at State U.,” Zoey replied, “this is just a summer job, but I certainly enjoy it, so what do you say we get down to business.” “So, what exactly is it you want me to do?” Zoey asked softly. “Well, uh, you see it’s like this,” Lisa stammered. “My husband is a very busy man, and since I became pregnant…….” “Since you became pregnant,” Zoey interjected, “he’s become shall we say less attentive to your needs.” “That’s exactly right,” a grateful Lisa replied. “Do you think you can help me?” Of course I can,” the young woman replied, “that’s what I’m here for, so if you don’t mind I’d like you to remove all of your clothing!” “Y-you mean right here?” Lisa asked nervously. “Why not?” Zoey asked. “Are you expecting someone else?” “Er, no,” a red faced Lisa replied, “I guess not.” “Okay then, let’s get started,” Zoey ordered. Lisa struggled to her feet and began removing her clothing. When she was finally naked she revealed a pair of huge breasts that rested on her distended belly, which in turn hung over a crotch full of fiery red pubic hair. Zoey crossed the room and ran her delicate hands all over Lisa’s lush body, taking extra time to examine her huge boobs. Right away Zoey could see that the first thing that needed to be done was to ease the pressure in Lisa’s incredibly engorged breasts via the use of a breast pump. “Please sit down,” Zoey said while fishing the pump out of her bag, “this should make you feel better right away!”

After the hoses where firmly attached to Lisa’s turgid nipples Zoey flipped on the pump. Almost instantly the milk began surging through the hoses and into the collection bottle. “Oh, my” Lisa sighed, “that feels so nice, you can’t believe how heavy they feel.” Zoey sat down on the couch next to Lisa and while gently caressing her round tummy asked, “How may months are you along now?” “Ohhhhhh, about seven and a half,” the overly ripe woman replied. “You look very beautiful,” Zoey commented. “When’s the last time you and your husband made love?” “Over two months ago,” Lisa replied sadly while tears welled up in her eyes, “I don’t think he loves me anymore!” “I’m sure that the pregnancy has thrown him off his game,” Zoey replied, “now just relax and let Zoey take care of everything!”

With the pump humming softly in the back ground Zoey reached into her bag of tricks and produced a short but very thick dildo that had a small vibrator hidden inside. “Now I’m going to help you get rid of all that pent up tension,” Zoey whispered while gently pushing the red head’s thighs apart, “and I think this will do the trick.” She carefully spread the hairy mound apart and slowly worked the fat head inside of the now drooling organ. “O-oh goodness gracious!” Lisa moaned. “That feels just wonderful, please, don’t stop, more, more!!!” Zoey always used a short dildo in the cases where pregnant women were involved, but it was the diameter that usually got them going as it was at least two and a half inches thick! With about four inches of rubber cock stuck in Lisa’s pussy, Zoey caressed her cheek and whispered, “Now, how does this feel?” At that moment Zoey turned on the mini vibe, sending poor Lisa’s pussy pin wheeling completely out of control! Lisa automatically arched her back and shoved her fat cunt forward as a tidal wave of orgasms build deep in the pit of her stomach!

“So that feels good, huh?” Zoey asked softly. Lisa was barely coherent, but she managed to nod her head in the affirmative as a small river of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth! Zoey continued to push the thick little invader in and out of Lisa’s pussy, and just as the passion was building to a crescendo pitch Zoey whispered into the panting woman’s ear, “Do you remember the day you got pregnant?” With her head spinning like a top, the poor woman could hardly comprehend a thing Zoey was saying and stammered, “W-what did you say?!?” “I just ask if you could remember the time when you hubby made you pregnant?” Lisa made and audible gulp as the suction on her nipples and the humming in her pussy drove her ever so close to the edge, but after giving it a moment’s thought replied, “Y-essssss, I remember, it was after a party, Dan took me right inside of the entry way, we never even made it to the bedroom!”

Zoey gave the dildo a couple of quick thrusts before continuing on, “Did you cum hard, I mean when he stuck his cock into your pussy did you have a big one!?!” “Oh yes,” she gasped, “h-he came in my mouth first though, and then after just a minute or two he leaned me face first against the wall and fucked me doggy style! “Is he hung?” Zoey asked. “Does he have a nice big cock!?!” “God, you should see it,” Lisa panted, “he’s eight inches long and thick as my wrist, he makes me cum so fucking hard!!!” “Do you love his pecker?” Zoey asked. “O-oh yesssss, I just love his big cock, it makes me feel like such a pussy!” Lisa stammered. Lisa was now so close to orgasm she could almost taste it! Zoey sensing that this was it, flicked the little vibe to the high setting and watched in wonder as the pregnant woman’s eyes nearly popped out of her head while a devastating climax literally shredded her poor pussy into confetti!!!

Lisa was so shell shocked that she was unable to move even a muscle! Zoey turned off the breast pump and detached the suction cups from puffy nipples and then carefully removed the fat dildo from the red haired cunt! “Thank you so much,” Lisa managed to mumble softly, “y-you don’t know how much I need that!” “I think I do,” Zoey said with a smile after putting everything back into her bag. “Shall I put you down for the same time next week?!?” With her pussy still gaping wide open Lisa sighed, “Same time, same channel!!!”

THE END

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It was a Tuesday night when Keshia came to visit Veronica and me.The day before Veronica had confessed to me Keshia had seduced her the previous Thursday. “I feel guilty because I hadn’t asked your permission, I knew she wanted to seduce me and I wanted her to seduce me, a mutual seduction. Before you ask, yes she was incredible. However, I promise I will make it up you James. Keshia has promised to help me make it up to you tomorrow night.”

What can you tell me about Keshia,” I asked.

“The same age as you, obviously gender fluid, she is very exotic, blond, English, almost six-feet tall in her heels, she has a voracious sexual appetite and the best pair of tits I have ever had. The way she dressed for me under her black negligee was an absolute turn on for me when she asked me to remove it, heels, black stockings, garter belt, no knickers and a cup-less bra. A very exciting woman, wonderful long legs, a sexy, beautifully trimmed, black triangle above them, and magnificent bare thighs above the tops of her stockings.

Veronica and I are both gender fluid, she in her early forties, me in my late thirties, both of us with good bodies that appeal to both males and females.

Instant chemistry when we first met at a cocktail party. Veronica a little taller than average, shoulder length blond hair, attractive facial features, inviting smile. She told me she insists on wearing heels to accentuate her legs for matters sexual and kept them on that night while we fucked.

After a few weeks she commenced introducing me to some of her friends. Initially female friends, from early twenties to fifty, She loved showing them how big I was when erect and telling them, “I promised you he was almost ten-inches,” before they had me and I had them while she watched. Then she started introducing me to some of her male friends.

The first time she watched another man giving him a blow job was a tipping point for both of us. The previous week I had watched a man tongue fuck her while she watched his lady partner give me a blow job.

When Keshia arrived she had a twenty-year boy with her, their body language making it obvious they were in a sexual relationship of some kind. I could hear Veronica whisper, Oh wow,” as she admired his good looks and toned body in skin tight white slacks and a white t-shirt.

When I looked at Keshia I was instantly reminded of what Veronica had told me, ‘under her black negligee, the way she dressed for me was an absolute turn on for me, heels, black stockings, garter belt, no knickers and a cup-less bra,’ I was hoping she was dressed like that under her black knee length dress for me.

“Hudson was jealous when I told him about our mutual seduction last Thursday Veronica,” she told us while introducing him. “Very jealous when I told him in detail about you and what we did together, though he was turned on while he listened. He brightened up when I promised to make it up to him. So here we are Hudson,” are you comfortable with Veronica and her man James,” Keshia asked him.

Instead of being comfortable he was nervous and edgy as he alternated looking at Veronica and me, both of us enjoying his discomfort, and speculating why. Perhaps the sexual tension?

“Let me explain Hudson,” Veronica smiled as their gaze locked. “I feel guilty because I hadn’t asked James permission for Keshia to seduce me. I knew she wanted to seduce me and I wanted her to seduce me. I promised James I would make it up to him. Keshia promised she would help me make it up to James tonight. However James and me weren’t expecting Keshia to bring another man along, just a boy actually. Perhaps a bonus for all of us Hudson?,” Veronica told him, teasing him with her words and her eyes.

While we made small talk and sipped coffee, Veronica whispered to me, “I want you to take control, tonight is all about my promise to make it up you. Remember Keshia has promised to help me make it up to you. Don’t forget she bought a young boy along who she wants to appease. When I see you again I want you to be wearing that very short black silk dressing gown I left on your bed, nothing else apart from some oil on your torso.

“James won’t be long,” she smiled at Hudson, then Keshia, as they watched me leave the room.

I stood naked in front of a wall length mirror rubbing oil over my torso, teasing my nipples as my flaccid cock partly responded, wondering how this might play out, before I put on the very short black silk dressing gown, no belt, I felt sure Veronica had done that deliberately. My exhibitions streak was in overdrive as I walked back in, my manhood on display for a new woman and her twenty-year old boy / companion.

Keshia and Hudson were now sitting alongside each other, while I stood in front of them, flaunting my semi-erect cock for both of them, both of them staring at it.

When Keshia stood and whispered to him, “Take my dress off for me, I want to show James what his lady had,” I didn’t have a full thick, almost ten-inch erection until then. Keshia’s almost naked boy was an instant, absolute turn on for me, heels, black stockings, garter belt, no knickers and a cup-less bra, my erection at full strength as I ogled her body.

Wonderful long legs, a sexy, beautifully trimmed, black triangle above them, magnificent bare thighs above the tops of her stockings. highlighted by the straps of her garter belt, her very good, firm ass highlighted by the garter belt. Veronica had told me, ‘the best pair of tits I have ever had,’ indeed they were just magnificent, spilling out of her cup-less bra with very erect nipples.

“I promised Veronica I would help make it up to you, James, is there anything special you would like,” Keshia teased as she ran her fingertips along my erection while Hudson and Veronica watched on, as he held my gaze, a wonderful sexual frisson for the four of us.

“Don’t be jealous baby,” she whispered as she licked my nipples, before she teased the tip of my erection with her lips while running a fingertip underneath it.

“Don’t be jealous baby,” Keshia told him again, you know your kinky side likes watching me teasing another man before I give him fellatio. And I know you like watching me giving another man fellatio, a blow job. Are you jealous because James has the thickest, largest erection I have ever had?

“Take your clothes off Hudson and show Veronica and James your naked body.

“Oh wow,” I could hear Veronica whisper, as she watched Hudson remove his shirt while admiring his toned, six pack body, their eyes locked. Hudson was teasing Veronica – and me as we watched him turn his back, slide his skin tight white slacks off. “Oh wow,” I could hear Veronica whisper again, obviously very aroused, as she ran her fingertips over his impressive ass cheeks, bulging out of his black, male g-string.

Hudson was standing with a self confident smile, his legs spread, hands on hips as he willed Veronica, without saying a word, to remove his g-string, his erection poking out of it.

“Oh fuck,” I could hear Veronica whisper as she and I both admired his thick, almost hairless erection. He really was an impressive boy, Keshia’s attraction to him, a twenty-year old boy now obvious, From experience I know size is important for Veronica. A buzz for me watching her compare Hudson’s erection to mine, then Keshia making comparisons. “Oh fuck, you are a big boy Hudson. He is almost as big and as thick as you baby” I could hear Veronica whisper.

“Do it for me Hudson, fellatio, suck his cock, blow him. Make your jealousy go away. I set this up for you,” Keshia told him.

“Which way, which position James?,” he asked, as he licked and sucked my nipples, now fully in control with two women watching.”

Before I could answer Veronica interrupted. “On his back on the bed, with his legs hanging over the end of it, then I can give you reciprocal fellatio, a blow job at the same time.”

“Is my boy good?,” Keshia asked me, teasing me and him, as she tongue kissed me while I had a hand on her ass. “I think so, look at the size of your erection.”

“I promised I would make you feel better Hudson. Is Veronica good? She is a nice bonus for us. Is that what you needed baby?” Keshia asked her boy, teasing him and Veronica.

“I have a voracious sexual appetite,” Keshia told me as she watched, very aroused, as Hudson was edging and teasing my rock hard erection, while Veronica was edging and teasing Hudson.

There is nothing quite comparable for me as the pleasure and frisson of an aroused, naked woman watching her man giving me a blow job, So good, so good.

“I am so horny, I love to watch, fuck me with your tongue while I watch the others,” Keshia told me as she sat on my face.

It seemed like Hudson lasted only five-minutes as Veronica demonstrated her advanced fellatio skills on him.

After his brief recovery he had me stand, legs spread, kneeling in from to me, my throbbing erection at ninety-degrees, my favourite way to receive a blow job, even better watching in the mirrors. Then the wonderful sexual pleasure and frisson of two aroused, naked woman watching a hung and talented twenty-year old boy giving me a blow job, bringing me to orgasm. So good, so good. Teasing me, edging me, lips tongue fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I was moaning involuntarily, the sexual pleasure mounting, fighting to hold my orgasm back, the size of his erection and extra turn on for me. And an almost perverse pleasure looking at his lady’s almost naked body in sexy lingerie, no knickers, while I teased my nipples.

I had my hands behind my head as the two women watched Hudson bring me over the edge, running just a fingertip along the vein in my erection while exquisitely sucking and licking just the tip of my erection.

When Keshia asked me, “Are you going to cum for my boy? Are you? Tell me,” while kissing me with the tip of her tongue, all I could mutter was, ‘yes, yes, yes,’ as I had the most tremendous, long orgasm. Teasing, “Are you two men still jealous.””

“What jealousy?,” Hudson and I smiled to each other, admiring each other’s equipment.

“Your lady Veronica told me I have the best pair of tits she has ever had. I want you to have them one day James. Would you be happy to have me while Veronica has Hudson. A conventional swap? How about you Veronica and Hudson, would that arrangement be acceptable? Or perhaps a less conventional swap?,” Keshia asked me

We all agreed we would go with the flow and set a time, date and place soon.

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Hikaru has always strived to be a perfect slave to her Master and is proud her daughter is following in her footsteps.

The Devil’s Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru: the Perfect Slave

Note: Mark’s friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers High School.

June 6th, 2056 – Hikaru Hojou – Kyoto, Far East District

I knelt in my fuku: a plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom’s first slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given eternal youth and beauty by them.

The rice door slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few months had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Mary’s control over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

“Good evening, Master,” I greeted him, then the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison.

“Good evening, slaves,” Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his hands slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

“Minami, Chiyoko, attend our Master,” I ordered.

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom’s sandals one by one, kissing his feet after removing each one.

“What would you like first this evening, Master?” I respectfully asked.

“A massage, then dinner, and finally a bath,” he answered.

“Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,” I barked, clapping my hands twice. “Attend our Master. The rest are dismissed. Dinner will be in one hour.”

“Yes Hikaru-sama,” the girls said, all rising in unison.

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button nose; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen last February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

“Nothing would make me happier,” he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Mark and her training as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father’s lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom’s round eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

“Oh, Master,” she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the order I called their names. “I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron.”

Tom groaned, “My beautiful flower!”

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko’s skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father’s cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I didn’t. I was a perfect slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom’s pleasure is what mattered.

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko’s cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise; Tom ripped Miyoko’s blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

“Oh, yes, thank you, Master!” she moaned as he sucked a nipple into her mouth.

The fire grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

Three days tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so helpless, so at Tom’s mercy. If I didn’t have so much responsibility these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

“I love you Master!” Miyoko moaned “May I cum?”

“No,” Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom’s hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could make out her brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped. “Oh, fuck! Please Master, may I cum! You’re stirring me up!”

“No!” he ordered, fucking his fingers in and out of her hole even as she rode his cock faster and faster.

“Oh, Master! Oh, my god! You are driving me crazy!”

“Good,” he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter’s youthful cunt.

“Thank you Master for you gift,” Miyoko panted.

Tom kissed her gently, tenderly. “You didn’t cum?”

“No, Master.”

“Hikaru will attend to you,” Tom said.

“Thank you, Master!” She climbed off of him, turning to face me; my eyes fell on her exposed breasts wet with Tom’s saliva. “Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me?”

“Of course, Miyo-tan,” I smiled, using my pet for my daughter.

I knelt before my daughter, so proud of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her dark, thick bush was messy with Tom’s cum and her pussy juices; a beautiful sight, and I didn’t hesitate to bury my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

“Oh, mother!” she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a tart, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole. “Oh, mother! Oh, fuck! Oh, my Gods yes!”

She drowned me in her passion; a flood of juices poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

“Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your gift,” panted Miyoko as I stood up.

“You’re welcome, my daughter,” I answered her and gently kissed her on the lips.

“You did a good job with her,” Tom told me, his eyes closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His arms wrapped around me and I smiled; I loved being held in his strong arms.

“There was another protest in Beijing,” I told him.

Tom grunted. “I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their auras were silver. Someone freed them from Mark’s control. I guess that confirms a nun’s interference.”

“It’ll be alright,” I told him. “Mark and Mary have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the Demon Wars.”

“We had soldiers then.” He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, unease ringing through my stomach. “Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slaves in combat. You still have your sword.”

I nodded.

During the Demon Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles. “I will start wearing it again.”

He relaxed, smiling. “Good.” His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a thick, natural bush. “Would you like to cum, Hikaru?”

“Only if you want me to, Tom-dono,” I answered.

His finger rubbed through my labia and brushed my clit; I shivered. “I want you to cum for me, my little slave.”

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his fingers massage me into paradise. “Oh, Master!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, I love you so much! Please make me cum!”

His lips kissed at my neck. “I love you too, Hikaru. Cum for me!”

“Yes, yes!” I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing forth a flood of passion; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger. “Thank you, Tom-dono,” I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to address our Master by his name.

“You’re welcome,” he said, kissing me deeply. We never married, but we were as close as any husband and wife.

Dinner was a simple affair. Tom wasn’t one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the ground in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping sake while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other’s backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a fling every few years with a girl that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side area. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the water and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

“Who needs discipline?” Tom asked me later that night. “No veterans.”

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, straps, and crops. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom’s comment about no veterans sent more fearful chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be free tonight.

“Mika,” I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was ready to receive her punishment.

“Strip,” he commanded.

“Yes Master,” she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan lines covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her bush was a mat of thick, black hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

“What should I use on you?” Tom asked her.

“The switch, Master,” Mika answered. “It is what I deserve.”

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The crack on her ass was loud and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

“One, thank you Master,” Mika moaned. Crack! A second red welt appeared, a line of fire across the plain of her butt. “Two, thank you Master!”

Dew dampened her bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth stroke landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

“Five, thank you Master!” Her voice was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her pussy. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and grunt inflaming his lust. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika’s ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight.

Her tart arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she wouldn’t. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom’s permission. This wasn’t the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

“Thirty, thank you Master!” she gasped after the last strike landed again on her pussy.

“Candle,” Tom said.

“Yes, Master,” I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl’s inflamed ass, Tom’s cock hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my mouth and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug candle holder into Mika’s ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all night to feel helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my legs and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his hard cock inside my pussy and I would have to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hours, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and full of his spunk.

“May I relieve my bladder?” I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the time, he’d make me stand there, straining to hold in my urine while he worked on something, until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could stop myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be ready to fuck again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the stone floor while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

“Dirty whore!” he would growl. “You’re just a filthy animal with no self-control! A bitch!” The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my face down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

“Who else has been bad?” Tom asked, snapping me out of my fond memories. He must be stressed if he feels the need to discipline another slave.

As I was about to open my mouth, a loud noise came from outside. Fireworks? Was there a festival today? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a hard working people and took any excuse to blow off steam and have a holiday or party.

There were more pops detonating. That didn’t sound like fireworks.

“Get the swords,” Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The bodyguard’s Mark sent us were fighting someone.

“Free her,” I snapped at Miyoko. “Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel.” Fear shone in my daughter’s eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp. “Now!” I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were fierce behind her glasses.

“Master,” she said, tossing him his katana.

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a short silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a look of alarm on her face. “Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed.”

“Get to the escape tunnel!” Tom barked, his face grim.

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadows in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a demon’s spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, light gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the enchantments still work after thirty years of lying in the armory?

“We fight our way to the escape tunnel,” Tom ordered.

“Yes, Master,” we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice paper walls. Never had my blade tasted a human’s flesh. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The attackers had guns; blue nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullets would have found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die; her perfect breasts marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the tight quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her ribs breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

My back was pressed against Tom’s. We were cut off, surrounded.

“I love you, Tom-dono,” I said, suddenly calm. Death had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

“I should have freed you,” Tom answered. “You were the only one that was forced to be my slave.”

“Then I wouldn’t be your slave.”

Death walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness; an eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, deeper and deeper. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the highest layer of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the sluts and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old friends: Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sisters. I could see other forms in the darkness. A blonde woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

“Usako, Minami,” Tom’s voice said from behind.

“Master,” Minami smiled, falling to her knees. “Even in death, we serve.”

Usako prostrated herself. “What do you wish of us?”

“To hug you,” Tom said, tears in his eyes. “You were missed.”

As our Master was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. More bodyguards appeared. I didn’t recognize many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servants; Tom’s old friend Chris and his busty harem materialized; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy Bishops of the Church appeared.

“They attacked us everywhere,” I whispered in horror.

Tom looked up from his reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise. “How did this happen?”

“We had thirty years of peace,” I answered. “Thirty years to grow soft, to grow lax.”
I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our souls for eternal youth and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to fire, to the anguished screams of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to Mark and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom’s slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

“What are your commands, Master?” Violet’s voice rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

“Well, I’ve heard it said that it’s better to rule in Hell,” Mark answered.

Tom laughed. “That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him govern the Earth, why not Hell?”

Around us, lesser demons and shades of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the power of all the greater demons: Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my hands. “You heard our Master, we fight!”

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom’s slave for all of eternity, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in Hell.

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This is just the first 5 chapters, and I’ll write more soon.

*Please note: This story deals with the american western frontier, and western expansion. It shows some of the good and not so good aspects of this era. I don’t condone the attitudes of all of the characters in this story in regards to race, homosexuality, and our relationship with the natural world. I did a great deal of historical research, but I probably got some things wrong. Feel free to let me know in the comments.These are just the first five chapters, and I’ll post more soon.

*Also: These chapters do not contain any sex scenes, but are meant to introduce the characters, the setting, and the romance budding between them. This actually has a somewhat complicated plot by my standards, and there will be more erotic parts of the story in later chapters. I’ve gotten some hate for posting stories like these in the past because lots of people here would rather just jump right to the fucking without much character development. so if this isn’t your cup of tea, leave now. These are the kinds of stories I enjoy writing, and I hope it resonates with at least a few people. If you don’t like it, read something else. So without further ado:

Chapter 1)

The mayor was puffed up and pompous, and had it not been for the circumstances it might even have been funny. He cleared his throat importantly and read their names, as it was customary. This formality was hardly needed and their names were surely no secret. Still he made and impressive ceremony of unfolding his spectacles and holding the parchment in front of him.

“Leander and Eleanor Blythe.” His voice droned on like an engine but Eleanor could scarcely hear him.
Eleanor felt her husband’s hand in hers. She gripped it and numbly realized that the crowd was cheering. She could remember a time when she used to listen to their innermost secrets but she accepted that those days were long gone.

They were cheering.

She looked into the crowd and could see the faces of some of her regulars.

Cheering.

These were once her friends and she had known their sorrows. They had once entrusted to her, their most intimate dreams and sufferings. She listened. Now they cheered.

It didn’t matter anymore, really. She looked over to Leander; resolved and ready to die. She was ready too. They’d had a good run.

The last sound that Eleanor heard was the clatter of stools being kicked. In unison their necks snapped.

2)

The saloon was closed until further notice. There were three men inside. Two solemnly gazed at a third whose head rested on the counter. Sheriff Blake scrutinized him while Sheriff Arnold focused his efforts into looking clinical and stoic. Hard as the young man tried, Arnold was finding it difficult to keep his composure. The man on the counter lay quite still, and with summer in its prime, he was beginning to smell.

“This,” said Blake, not lifting his eyes “is Charles Walter.”

Arnold had to look away. He was out of his element. He’d never seen this before. His mind hadn’t yet even worked out what was an appropriate reaction. In shock, he remembered something else just then. His eyes drifted to a sign hanging above the bar. It read, “Dead man’s Pearl Saloon.” Dead Man’s Pearl … Dead man’s pearl… Of all the places to die!

He laughed. It happened before he or could stop himself or even realized it, and he immediately wished he could take it back. Why had he laughed? He’d surprised himself.
Blake was not amused.

“Most people called him Chuck. He was shot in he back of the head and found around 11 o’clock pm last night. Our primary suspect is Blythe. Leander Blythe, the bar owner. His wife probably played a hand. We can’t seem to turn her up either. ”

“Was there a clear motive?” Asked the young man, keeping his voice even. He needed to redeem himself from his recent blunder. Up until then he hadn’t dealt with anything worse than a drunken brawl and felt an overwhelming urgency, to prove himself up to the task.

“Well…” said Blake finally meeting his colleague’s eyes. “As it turns out… Leander might have been…” he looked over his shoulder conspiratorially as if someone might be listening. “….Queer.” That explained everything. Arnold raised an eyebrow. He’d never encountered anything like this in his career as sheriff. He couldn’t help but recoil.

“And to think I sat right here every night after work and drank a mule-skinner and cactus wine poured by the likes of him.” He and Blake shook their heads. “I guess you never really know a guy.”

“And that’s not even the strangest part. He was caught by Chuck here.”
Blake paused for dramatic effect. “With the nigger.”

Arnold had definitely never seen anything like this. “You mean Ely?”

“Yeah, Ely. The ferrier. Lived in a shack in the bushes, and seemed to prefer horses and mules to people. I couldn’t gather much information on Him. Nobody seems to know where he came from. I would guess that he was either once a runaway slave or a buffalo soldier who deserted. Anyways, Chuck caught the two of them…” Suddenly his voice broke, as though about to say something too disgusting for words. “-Kissing…” he finally managed. “So Chuck and some of the church-folk beat the ever-loving tar out of those two. Chuck said that they both ran off, and he tried to kill Leander but he missed.” Arnold looked taken aback.

“Chuck never missed. Everybody knows that. He used to shoot pigeons through the eye and could shoot the tail right off a buffalo in full gall-”

“Everyone misses,” Blake interjected, uninterested. “He said he shot Ely dead, but his body was snatched up by Indians.”

“…Ely seemed like a nice enough fellow. Seems a shame.” Blake had not heard (or pretended not to hear) his colleague.

“I figure that Leander didn’t take too kindly to being run off. Came back for a bit of revenge and bed him down, poor bastard. Eleanor Probably played a hand, but we can’t be certain how much of a hand. They’re both on the run and they’re wanted for murder. And robbery. They went to his house and took off with most of his earnings and all of his silver. When the law finally catches up with those two it’ll be the old three legged mare, I suspect.” The gallows. “Tit for tat.”

Blake looked from Chuck back to Arnold and suddenly regarded him with grave intensity.

“There’s something else.”
Blake fell silent, and seemed to have great difficulty figuring out what to say. The longer Blake stayed silent the more it bewildered Arnold. ‘What on God’s green Earth,’ he wondered ‘could be terrible enough to have Sherriff Blake tongue-tied?’

“And kidnapping. They took his wife. And I hope to God we find her before it’s too late.”

“Good lord. After what they did to Chuck… Christ only knows what’ll happen to her…”

Arnold was slowly gaining confidence. He knew what he had to do. There was no room to for squeamishness. He would need to look at the body at some point. He was the law after all.

He lowered himself shakily towards the counter and gazed into the face of the corpse. He could tell immediately what Chuck felt the instant he died. Fear.

His eyes were wild and fixed eternally into the distance. It was odd, considering he’s been shot close range in the back of the head and most likely, never knew what hit him. Behind his swollen lips, his mouth gaped wide. Arnold wondered what he’d been looking at, but couldn’t ask him.

Suddenly his insides gave a lurch. He saw movement. Something made a leap towards his face.

“Why it’s a locust,” said Blake. He looked down at his young colleague, his expression severe. Sheriff Arnold realized dejectedly that he was on the floor. He had fallen to his ass. And he had yelped like small dog. He’d screamed like a woman. He could sense scorn from miles away. He saw no option but to try and laugh it off. He couldn’t let Blake think that he was faint-hearted or affected by the sight of the corpse. He quickly caught the locust in his hand.

“Well! How did you get in here? You just about scared the everlasting piss out of me!” He grinned, and hoped that he could downplay it. Just chalk it up to being spooked. He was caught off guard, that was all.

3)

Leander Blythe had finished polishing the tables and now stopped to admire his work. He was just like any proud father. He and Eleanor had built The Dead Man’s Pearl from the prairie, up.

He had once come across a man’s body lying out in the prairie. There wasn’t much left of him but his clothes and his bones. He was wearing a coat so maybe he’d frozen to death. Maybe He and some Indians, or even his companions had had some disagreement and settled it the hard way. Leander didn’t know. He’d hoped to find some way to identify the man, or contact his family, but instead he found only a small envelope. He ripped it open and to his astonishment, a single pearl rolled out to rest in the palm of his hand; probably a keepsake from some girl back east.

The Dead Man’s Pearl.

Leander could not think of a more beautiful name for his legacy. Never in his life had Leander laid eyes on a sight so haunting. He had somberly closed the pearl back in its envelope and put it back where he’d found it; in a pocket next to where his heart had been. That moment would stay with Leander for the rest of his life. For some reason he just couldn’t shake that pearl from his memory no matter how hard he tried. The Dead Man’s Pearl was a small ray of hope in the middle of the wilderness. It brought comfort to the man in his loneliness. It was all the beauty in the world married to all that was dangerous; like the prairie itself.

Other saloons sold rotgut liquor cut with gunpowder, ammonia and turpentine; often referred to as coffin-varnish, for good reason. He only sold the best tequila, ale, and even whiskeys from back east. The glasses were spotless, the floor was always swept, and the counter was wiped to a polish.

There were some establishments that didn’t allow women. The Dead Man’s Pearl welcomed women to drink at the bar stools as well as saloon girls who were paid handsomely. As far as he was concerned they ran the finest establishment in the entire west. He would often think of the dead man and wonder if anyone back east still missed him. He even caught himself wondering at times; if the pearl had been his heart.

He and Eleanor worked in the noblest profession in the world.

Eleanor. His eyes drifted back to the counter to discover that no one was there. Where on earth was Eleanor? Then he saw her. There was a young woman at her side and they were headed into the brewing room.
He didn’t need to be told. He knew Eleanor too well, and knew some things would never change. He was going to have to tend the bar for a while.

The girl was pretty. As he stepped behind the counter he found that he was smiling in spite of his annoyance. His wife had such a way with women.

He checked his pocket watch and remembered that soon he and Ely would be galloping through the cactus and sage. This cheered him up, and he gave his wife a knowing smile and a nod.

He reached under the counter and removed a leather-bound book with a silk ribbon. It had finally arrived. The edges were new and crisp, and gilt with gold leaf.

“Shakespeare’s complete poems and sonnets.” He hoped Ely liked it.

It was he who had taught Ely to read, and Ely who had taught him to ride properly. Before he had met Ely he had sat in his saddle like a lump concrete, and from Ely, he learned how move with the horse; how to feel the horse. Horses had become wholly new to him.

4)

Eleanor looked across the saloon in plain disgust. She hated every single thing about Chuck Walter. He had just gotten back from marrying some blue-blooded Yankee girl back East, and she had gotten to enjoy a few weeks of peace and quiet. She had expected that his wife would be every bit as foul as him, because she assumed that a man like Chuck surely had awful taste in women. But instead she found herself intrigued by this timid young woman who sat at a table all by herself looking miserable.

Eleanor guessed that this girl had never set foot in a saloon in her life. She definitely looked out of place. She looked no older than twenty and was probably just a little over half Eleanor’s age. She was much too young. When Eleanor sat down in front of her, she regarded her timidly.

“Having a rough night, are we?” For a while neither of the women spoke, and the girl simply looked miserably back towards her husband. His arm was linked with one of the saloon girls and they spun with the music.

“What kind of a man brings his wife to a place like this?” she said at last. “This is no kind of place for women!”’

“Actually, it’s the best place in the world.”

“Look at him prancing around with that little harlot!”

“She’s not so bad. Just doing her job. Margaret’s a pretty nice girl once you know her.” The girl had seemed almost to be talking to herself, and looked at Eleanor as though noticing her for the first time, and looked embarrassed.

“Oh s-sorry. Please don’t take it personally! I-I have nothing against people in your profession!”

“My profession…”

“It’s just-“ Her eyes fell back on Chuck. “What do you think they’re going to… do?”

“Just dance. Listen to me, sweetie.” Eleanor leaned forward and gently turned the girls chin towards her, commanding her attention. She briefly noted to her satisfaction, the girl didn’t shy away from her touch. “Margaret is not a whore. She is a saloon girl. And I am not in Margaret’s profession, so I have no reason to take it personally. I,” She gestured towards herself. “Am the Matron of the house.”

The girl looked back at the saloon girls, obviously not understanding. “I’m sorry I offended you. I didn’t mean to.” It wasn’t that Eleanor was offended by this faux pas. She felt a sense of duty to educate her. It was her moral obligation to make sure that no one entered a saloon without being versed on proper etiquette.

“I know you’re not from here. East of the Mississippi they have taverns.” She explained almost distastefully. “Taverns only allow men, but it just so happens that you’ve entered the very cornerstone of the West. This is a Saloon. And everyone is welcome. And A Saloon Girl’s job is serve drinks, dance with patrons, talk to them if they need cheering up, deal cards, and generally just look pretty. They get paid handsomely, and it’s a completely respectable line of work. Saloon girls, like Margaret, do not get paid for those kinds of services. Not that there’s anything with that either. Probably some of the wealthiest women in the whole west.” The girl continued to gaze dumbly in the direction of the saloon girls, clearly at sea. Eleanor waited patiently.

“But- doesn’t she want to get out of here? Those men are practically pouring liquor down her throat. Probably wanting to take advantage of her.” They watched as Margaret’s glass was filled and Chuck handed her a handful of crumpled bills.

“No. I’d never allow it. No self-respecting bartender would; at least not here in the west. Men buy drinks for the saloon girls all the time, and unless the girl asks for something different we pour tea into her shot glass. The men think they’re buying her whiskey and she charges them a little over full price. She gets to pocket the tip money. Margaret is not going to be made to do anything she does not want to do, and she is not the one being taken advantage of.”

“Oh.” She looked back towards the saloon girls seeming to get little joy out of the idea of her husband being taken for a ride. Eleanor took the opportunity to scoot her stool closer to the girl, trying to gauge how close she would let her get.

“And Chuck wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of her.”

“He wouldn’t?”

“No. Every western man knows that if he doesn’t treat saloon girls with the utmost respect, the bartender will kick him to the curb faster than he can say ‘coffin varnish.’ Chuck at least knows what’s good for him. Believe you me. He will act like a proper gentleman, and he will treat Margaret like a lady.”

“So.” Eleanor scooted closer and the girl didn’t seem to notice. “Got a name do ya, honey?”

“Olive.”

“Olive… I’m Eleanor. How bout some whiskey, Olive? It’s on the house.”

“What? N-no!” Eleanor poured the drink regardless and held it out to her, smiling. “I don’t drink- Whiskey!” she sputtered. As if the word alone was sinful.

“Tea, then.”

Eleanor winked and continued to offer Olive the same glass, until she finally took it from her. “Will it get me drunk?”
Eleanor had to smile. “It’s ok, little one. I promise not to take advantage of you. Bartender’s honor.” She chuckled. “It’s not enough to get you drunk.” Olive brought it to her mouth. It was horrible. She felt like her throat was being eaten raw. If Eleanor hadn’t encouraged her to drink it, she would have wretched it out, swearing that humans simply weren’t meant to drink this stuff.

“There you go, sweetie. Warms you up, doesn’t it?” Once her insides had stopped smoldering, she found that it faded into an agreeable warmth that was not at all, unpleasant.

“So, Olive-” Eleanor had deliberately intensified her gaze, making eye contact with Olive, unflinching and forceful. She lowered her voice slightly and it had the effect of compelling Olive to lean closer into it rather than away. Eleanor’s unyielding stare had its desired effect. Olive seemed to shrink slightly, and tried not to fidget. She lowered her eyes demurely to her hands, seeming incapable of raising them to meet Eleanor’s. Eleanor immediately softened, satisfied with this small sign of submission, which had been brief enough that Olive couldn’t be sure that it had been on purpose.

It wasn’t that Eleanor wanted to demean the young woman. Eleanor demanded respect from everyone. It needed be understood that Olive knew she would not be tolerated to act like Eleanor or the saloon women were beneath her ever again. She would have absolutely no patience for it. Eleanor was satisfied when she saw that Olive was taken down a peg, that she wouldn’t make the mistake of insulting their hospitality again.

“What makes a sweet girl like you marry a man like Chuck Walter?” Her tone was quite serious with a trace of coyness, insinuating that Eleanor might be teasing her just slightly. She lowered her voice to a mischievous whisper. “You marry him for his money?” Again the young woman couldn’t meet her eyes and Eleanor clucked her tongue in mock disapproval. “You did, didn’t you? And what makes a smart girl go and do a thing like that?”

And to Eleanor’s slight amusement, Olive hadn’t seemed to catch on that Eleanor had been toying with her. “M-my mother.” Olive looked absolutely beside herself. “I-I tried! I wanted to make it work! I-I thought- I could learn to fall in love with him, and that I could make him love me! I-I just can’t seem to make him love me! I don’t know what I’m doing wrong…”

“Nothing, honey. You’re not doing anything wrong.” Eleanor quickly put her hand over Olive’s protectively.

“But I-it’s just no good… Chuck… H-he’s just… no good.

“No?” Eleanor raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

“He’s… An adulterer!”

Eleanor brought her hand to her mouth in exaggerated pretend shock. “No!” She gasped, and Olive nodded vigorously. Such a helpless little creature.

Eleanor realized with a pang of remorse that she was enjoying herself way too much. It wasn’t that she wanted to belittle the poor girl, nor was she amused by the idea of any woman having the misfortune of calling herself Chuck’s wife. It wasn’t really about her. She just found the idea of someone crying over Chuck way too funny to even try and act serious about it. There was no way she could listen to anyone talk about Chuck Walter falling in love – or falling in love with Chuck Walter –and keep a straight face. There was simply no way.

She had to remind herself that to Olive was absolutely for real. She wasn’t kidding about this. She actually believed that she had been tied for better or for worse, with Chuck Walter. Until death do them part. And they had to live happily ever after. Olive looked down, determined to keep her composure, but her lip was beginning to tremble. “I-I don’t know what to do.” Western girls weren’t this innocent. Eleanor needed to remind herself that Olive wasn’t from here, and that she would need to be especially gentle with her. Tears began to fall from her eyes, and the effect was immediate. Eleanor hated seeing women cry. She quickly put an arm around Olive, and pulled her to her feet.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go get some water.” She cast a backwards glance at Chuck; still dancing without a god damn care in the world. It would be a couple hours before he even notice that his wife was gone. She kept her arm around Olive wishing she could protect her.

Some men hunted. They hunted for sport, food, or to make their living. Chuck Walter didn’t hunt. He killed. Whenever a newcomer sat down at a bar stool, Chuck would reach into his pocket and produce a tuft of shaggy hair.
“Say, partner d’ya know what this is? It’s the very tip of a buffalo’s tail. You know how I got it, friend? Do ya? Shot it right off the beast in full gallop. Then the next shot hit him right dead in the heart and he was beefed before he even hit the ground. Then the whole rest of the herd bit the ground in a flat five minutes. Buzzard food.”
“It’s true,” would say his companions. “He’s an ace-high shot. And he can make the pigeons fall thicker than rain. Gets em right through the eye every time.”

Eleanor didn’t believe that flack for one second.
Most of all Chuck was fond of proclaiming himself fearless. “Chuck Walter ain’t a’feard a’ nothing!” he reminded everyone that would listen. She hated liars. She had nothing personal against cowards, so long as they were up front about it. She was a bartender and she could read people. Every so often, she would see it on his face: Fear. Well-hidden but it was there.

Every time a cloud blew in front of the sun his eyes scurried towards the sky in mute panic. Everyone heading from the east had heard of the infamous passenger pigeon. The flocks were so thick they often could turn the whole sky black. She’d seen easterners leap and duck for cover, because rarely in their lives did nature ever make them feel so inconsequential. She’d seen it in Chuck’s eyes too; he was afraid of the flocks. Locusts and horses, as well; they had a way of making chuck freeze in an icy sweat, Discernible only to Eleanor. She saw it on his face surprisingly often and could only guess at what else he was afraid of, but she suspected there was a lot.

“And if you think I’ve killed lots of pigeons,” he bragged much to her disgust “you should see how many Indians I’ve killed!” She would glower at his scalp of ruddy blonde hair and bitterly hope that some day he might be found lying in the prairie without it.

“You jus’ wait! In a couple years there won’t be a single buffalo on the prairie or a goddamn pigeon in the sky! And not one Indian left in the world.”

On this last remark, Eleanor had would have to admit cynically that he might be telling the truth. It made her hate him even more.

She watched in revulsion as Chuck sat down to her counter and ordered another drink. She hoped Olive hadn’t been forced to sit through that tirade of his, but Eleanor suspected that she had. Many times.
Olive followed obediently as Eleanor lead her into the brewing room and through another door into where she and Leander slept.

If Chuck had done her the kindness to drop dead that very second she would pour shots of their finest tequila to everyone in The Dead Man’s Pearl. If he would just drop to the counter and suck in his last breath of air. She would raise her glass and make everyone toast.

5)

When Chuck Walter was as small boy, his father noticed with scorn that his only son was terrified of locusts. So Calvin Walter thrust a handful of insects down the collar of the boy’s shirt as Chuck writhed and screamed, and he’d never been quite the same since. How he hated the insects.

He hated birds. Still to this day he had to stifle the impulse to cower and cover his eyes as at the very idea of a flock. A murder.

After all these years he could hear the voice of his grandfather clear as day in his mind.

“Fly from the cinders”
Fly from the ash.
The chimney’s where the blackbirds hatch
Cinder makes tail
And ash makes beak
A flock on the gable and a flock in the wheat
Fly from the ember
Fly from the blaze
The crows are hatched from the fireplace
Ember makes wing
And flame makes feather
A murder in the trees and a murder in the heather.
Coins that shine
And buttons that shimmer
They fly off with the pins and silver
So Far away
Should children play
Or they’ll also snatch your eyes away.”

A murder, he explained to his wide-eyed grand son, is a flock of crows. His grandfather had learned the rhyme when he was Chuck’s age and had probably just meant to entertain him. “I-is it t-true?” he asked.

“Sure. How do you think I lost old leftie?” His grandfather pulled back his eye-patch and Chuck instinctively turned away. He’d seen the empty eye socket only once in his life and it had been enough. It knotted his insides and the very thought sent tremors down the length of his spine. He remembered, also being told about an old man who “went to bed and bumped his head and didn’t wake up in the morning.”

“Why didn’t he wake up?” he asked, and his grandfather looked perplexed.

“I don’t know. I guess I never thought about it.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I s’pose he must of died!”

Horrible.

Not long after that his father caught him huddled on the ground with his hands over his eyes, whimpering something about murder as a flock of passenger pigeons flew overhead. His father had beaten him for it.

“Get up! What are you, yellow of pigeons? By James, I’d jus’ die of shame if anybody caught wind that I had a son scared a’ birds! Is it that tarnal stupid old rhyme? It’s just a hare-brained old nursery rhyme to keep kids from playing too close to the fireplace! Your grand-daddy got himself throwed from a horse and poked his goddamn eye out on a stick!” Now Chuck found himself in a new predicament. He didn’t whether he should be more afraid of birds or horses.

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Collared , leashed & hypnotized moms

Blank street featured only 4 cottage like homes & was a dead end street often called Motherfucker Lane, there was a reason , the residents called it that . Four friends , 20 year old Peter, 21 yr old Paul , 22 yr old Max & 23 yr old Jeff were master hypnotists & 1 year earlier all 4 for them had decided to use their skill to enhance their sexual enjoyment

Chapter 1 – Peter & mom Sharon

The backyard featured an enclosed inground swimming pool , so Peter was lying on a lawnchair getting a wicked blowjob from Sharon, she was a thin blonde 49 year old with big tits & a fat round ass . Wearing a lime green bikini & short heels , she was deepthroating her son/master’s man wand. This was her first responsibility , it was to keep Mr. Pete as she called him now satisfied. Her husband Harvey , Mr. Pete’s stepfather only got the sloppy seconds .

Chapter 2- Paul & mom Sonia

The stacked english wench , was getting dpd , her master /son Paul was being generous today & was allowing his father Charles to fuck her with his small dick while Paul shoved his monster 10inch prick down her throat. The action was taking pace in the living room , the short-haired , greyish short-haired brunette had no gag reflex after all the bjs she had given this year. 56 yrs old with 44dd slightly saggy natural tits , Sonia was wearing a dog-collar with the word House-Slut on it . Paul unloaded her favorite dessert down her throat & she swallowed it all

Chapter 3- Max & mom Denise

Denise was licking Max’s behind , while Max wacked off . They were in her bedroom , watching nasty goldenshower porn videos fro Germany, they had just finished watching a granny , being peed on by her 20something grandson . Dee as Max called her , assumed she would soon receive a golden shower , because Max loved intimadating what he saw in xxx movies . At least once a day he had her drink urine & receive a pissfacial . Also Max was very much into bdsm,fisting etc. She would go days on end , just wearing a collar, leash & spiked heels and nothing else just serving his sexual desires in the basement ( aka the dungeon which Bill Evans , Max’s stepdad had converted , he like the other dads were hypnotized cuckolds)

Chapter 4 Jeff & mom Sandra

Sandra was an ex-stripper with massive fake tits & fat ass, her husband Ernie was a limp-dicked cuckold & Sandra’s second husband. Sandra was the first of all the moms to be hypnotized. Jeff had a twelve inch dink & was finding it difficult to find women his own age who could take care of him & his monster dong . So raven -haired , part-time real-estate agent & mom Sandra was perfect , Her 48dd fake , stand at attention were great for tit-fucking & her fabulous ass was great for anal . Jeff was always horny ,so even when his mom was out trying to sell houses , he would wack off to the films , his stepdad Ernie had recorded of him using his mom as a sex-toy. He watched them fucking in all positions , her giving head , drinking his piss & of course , he had many pics of Sandra’s face covered in his jism . Some he kept ina photo album , while others , Ernie & Sandra kept framed by their bedside to remind them that Sandra was owned by her Master/son Jeff

Chapter 5

Once a month the guys & their mother/slaves get-together to party. Since it was summer , they decided to have it at Peter’s place. Sharon , Sonia , Dee & Sandra were all wearing thin thong bikinis & 4inch spiked heels . All the guys were drinking beer & immediately told the four moms to strip down but leave on their heels . Once they were naked , all four were ordered to take a stroll around the pool deck so the young gentleman could check out their racks . The masters loved seeing their mom whores strutting their stuff. All 4 had hardons . So next they were gonna see why they loved getting together. As , Paul, Peter, Max & Jeff motioned for their moms to pair up & begin french-kissing .. 51 yr old Sandra began tonguing the the 49year old hostess Sharon , while 56 yr old Sonia & 54 yr old Dee also french-kissed. As the moms started to get more & more turned on , They formed a daisy circle where Sharon licked Sonia’s pussy,Sonia licked Dee’s cunt,Dee ate Sandra ‘s pie & Sandra did the same to Sharon. As the ladies all reached orgasmic bliss . The Masters watched in amazement at the horniness of the ladies that had given them birth. They were still drinking beer but Harvey Pete’s stepdad (who owned the house & pool ) was filming the lesbian ction for prosperity. Once the moms were exhausted from all their orgasms . The guys decided the end was near so they collared & leashed the sex slaves , but what was different this time was that . The moms went with non-related Masters , Sharon was being led by Paul, Sonia was being led by Peter , Denise was being led by Jeff & the ex-stripper Sandra was being led by her neighbour’s son Max. All the whores were pulled by their leashes into the bathroom in the poolhouse where all received a pissfacial , once they were covered in urine they thanked the men who had used them as their own personal toilets. Harvey filmed the final scene where his wife Sharon , still naked mopped up all the piss off the floor . Once everyone took a water-shower &cleaned up. Dinner was served in the dining room by the hostess who had changed into a french-maids outfit. The masters ate first , as they sat down , each mother got down on her knees & blew her son’s /master’s penis & ate his cum

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Lisa has just quit her job.

Hello my name is Lisa. Im about 5’4 and a size 36 DD cup. I just quit from my last job, because my boss keep looking at my huge tits. So I was looking through the newspaper and stopped at the wanted section. I saw the perfect job, a receptionist at the local pound. I get paid 6 bucks a hour to answer some phone and make appointments. But i will soon find out that I have to do more then that.

I called the pound to tell them that I saw they ad in the paper. They told me that the interview will be about 5 ‘o clock p.m today. I was really nervous about the interview. There is one thing that clams me down, Porn ! I put it in the dvd player, sat down and took off my pants and pulled out a 9 in. dildo. I put my favorite scence on. Two black girls are beside the pool eating each other out. I was getting so wet. Then one of them pulled out a two way dildo. I started fucking my self with the huge dildo. I felt a huge orgasm come. oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh that feels so good, i said. Then i had a orgasm all over my bed. I took the covers from my bed and put them in the washing machnie. Then I took a shower I got the showerhead and aimed right for my pussy. I had a other orgasm, then finish taking a shower. I put some pants on and a shirt, locked the door went to my car. Then I was on my way to the interview.

It took me about 20 mins. to get to the pound. I went through the double doors. and sat down. About 5 minutes late some white woman with a sexy legs and a cute ass wearing a small shirt and a beautiful skirt, called my name. So I got up and followed her. We passed all the dog’s and cat’s cages. We went to back of the buliding to her office. We introduce each other. I handed her my resume she looked through it for a couple of seconds then put it down. So Lisa, said Ms. Narian. You have a good resume. Your hired. All you have to down is answer phones, make appointments, lock the doors after you leave the buliding, and fuck me when I tell you to. What, I yelled out! I have to fuck you.

Yes you have to fuck me said Ms. Narian. As matter a fact I’m horny right now. But I have never be with a woman, I tell Ms. Narian. But she doesn’ t listen she went around her desk and kiss me long and passionately right on the mouth. Oh My God, I said to myself. I kissed her back. I’m a lesbian I keep thinking to myself. I kissed her again and ran my hand over Ms.Narian tits. Ms. Narian started taking off her shirt and skirt. She had a silk bra and throng on. She keep kissing me, while I took off pants. I rised my arms so she could take off my shirt. Ms. Narian had cute tits, I could tell she really wet because it started leaking from her throng. She started playing with my huge tits. Ohhhhhh that fell good, I said. Suck on them you little cunt. Ms. Narian bent down to suck on them. Ms. Narian started sucking them and biting them softly. I got up from the chair and told Ms. Narian to sit. She sat down and started playing with her tits. I got on my knees and slid off Ms. Narian throng, she smelled so good.

I started licking her pussy she tasted so sweet. Like all the candy in the world. I just keep licking and licking . Then Ms. Narian told me to stop, why i asked her. You will see, she said. She got up and went to a filing cabint and open in. She took out the biggest and longest strap-on i ever seen. She told me to come over to the desk. She put everthing on the desk on to the floor. She told me to bend over the desk. I did what she told me to. She put on the strap-on. I was so excited ! Then she slid of my panties. She aimed the huge dildo right for my ass. She put it in. Oh that hurts, I scream in pain. She keep humping that monster in my ass. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I yell in pain and pleasure ! She takes it out and told me to turn around. I did it. She put it right in my waiting pussy. Yes Yes Yes, I scream ! I had the biggest orgasm in the world. I was thinking to myself how i’m much going to like this job.

TO BE CONTINUE……………………

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This is the ending, I really hope you enjoyed it.

Stephanie blinked softly to find herself in a white room. There were some monitors around the room and a bathroom in the corner. She assumed this was a hospital room and was undergoing treatment. “How am I still alive?” She was curled up on top of Ashley who was fast asleep holding her tightly. “Guess it was a long night for you.” Stephanie managed to break free out of Ashleys arms and stumbled towards the bathroom. She only made it halfway and collapsed on the floor. Her energy to get up was gone. “Stephanie!?” Ashley was awake.
“Oh sweetheart let me carry you, do you want a shower? To go to the bathroom?” Ashley timidly asked.
“I really need to pee.”
“Don’t worry I’ve got you.”

Ashley picked Stephanie up and carried her to the bathroom, She held the hospital gown while Steph peed. She stayed at the hospital for another night just for observation. The nurse was really kind and helpful but way too inquisitive for Stephanie’s likings. She asked all sorts of questions about what happened to her. She seemed really concerned about Stephanie’s safety. She assured the nurse she’ll be fine so the nurse could go back to her policy of benign neglect. That’s how everyone acts. Nobody helps her up until she gets hurt. They listen but they won’t help in the ways she needs. They’ll help in whatever way is convenient to them.

Ashley took her home the next day. She was especially nice to her little doll. “She does have a heart somewhere.” The quiet thought rolled through her head like a soft cloud rolling through the sky on a beautiful day. Stephanie always loved looking at the mountains. “Maybe one day my knight will ride down those rolling hills to whisk me away to a beautiful new home.” The idea of that made her heart flutter briefly. That was a thought she couldn’t think about. “I’m so sorry about what happened, please don’t hate me for it.” Ashley said softly. “I’m not allowed to hate you, my body is yours and what happens to it is because you weren’t careful enough with me. But I do not hate you. I am scared of being in that position again; If that answers your question.”

Ashley carried her back into the house. The living room smelled like bleach. The house seemed different in some way Steph could not place. She walked into the bedroom and stepped into the closet to put on her maids suit. That was her usual attire at home. Stephanie had a part time job but mainly she did whatever Ashley wanted. “You don’t have to work anymore, I’ll cover your half. You can just stay at home and be a housewife.” Stephanie was instantly confused at that. “Housewife?” Stephanie asked inquisitively.

Ashley dressed Stephanie in a cute ruffled short skirt and a band tee that matched her long red hair. She curled up against her lover getting the love and attention she needed for recovery. “BDSM is hard on a girl and scary. I understand that. That’s why I always held you afterwards because when your lover goes through that you have to cradle them and make sure they know they can trust you. And they need to know that at the end of the day they’re safe. Its pleasurable but horribly stressful on a girl and” Stephanie interrupted Ashley. “The sex I have to participate in isn’t pleasurable, it’s painful and scary. The love I get from you is what I aim for when I give my body up.” Ashley looked horribly angry. Stephanie got up and backed away slowly. That look of anger was something she had never seen before. It terrified her, she wanted to get away as soon as possible. “I uh think we are short on some groceries may I leave to go restock the fridge?” Ashley looked so miserable and angry. “Are you scared of me?” Stephanie looked down. Inside she was absolutely petrified. She figured at the very least she looked a little spooked. “You are scared..” Her sentence lingered in the air making an awkward silence between them. Stephanie sat in front of Ashley. The gloomy look on her face made Stephanie sad. Even after all the wrongs Stephanie walked over and held Ashley’s shaking body against her own. Ashley’s head rested against Stephanie’s breast’s as it shuddered in fits of crying. Stephanie pulled her head so they were face to face and kissed her softly on the lips. Their tongues entwined, playing a game of cat and mouse. Their lips being softly sucked and tongues exploring the new mouth they found themselves in. The mood was intimate and loving. “Please be safe while I get some things for dinner okay?
I’ll be back in a little bit dear.”

“What should I get for dinner?” Stephanie thought to herself. “Maybe I should make us a pizza?” She picked up the supplies and headed home. She found Ashley on the floor crying her heart out with an empty carton of ice cream. “Oh sweetie it’s alright. I’m alive and that’s all that matters. Want to help me make pizza for dinner?” She looked so miserable. “I should be the one making dinner for you.” Stephanie walked into the kitchen and started the preparations and Ashley walked in a few minutes later. “What would you like me to do?” Stephanie turned around and stated “Play with me.” She gave this incredulous look. “Cup me while I put the pizza together.” Stephanie went back to what she was doing. Ashley came up behind her and even though she knew her lover was behind her she instinctively jumped. Ashley grabbed her and squeezed her tightly. “Oh sweetheart I promise I will take the best care of you I am physically capable of” Stephanie bent over a little farther and spread her legs a bit. She felt a hand pull her skirt up and softly creep into her panties. A soft moan escaped her mouth as Ashley’s hand pinched her clit softly. She felt her panties being pulled down and she knew she was dripping wet. She stepped out of the panties and put the pizza in the oven. She turned around and Ashley picked her up and sat her on the counter.

Stephanie had never felt a feeling like this before. Sure she had felt orgasms but this one was different, it wasn’t out of lust. Guys and girls have all used her but this was consensual and it was beautiful. Not forced nor blackmail, it was purely bliss. Stephanie pulled Ashley’s hair forcing her mouth against her pussy. Her tongue circled Steph’s clit making her moan even louder. She was in a world of pleasure as her pussy was being licked then a finger slipped into her pussy and she bucked her hips trying to get it in deeper. A second finger slipped into her other hole and she reached her climax. She screamed in pleasure as juices flowed out of her pussy. She slowly eased herself off the counter but her legs were jelly and her juices were leaving puddles on the floor. Ashley picked her up in her arms and carried her to the couch. “Hang here while I finish dinner okay?” Stephanie looked up at here with pleading eyes. “When you come back I wouldn’t mind if you had your package.” Stephanie had only seen the strap on once. She knew it was kind of big but something inside told her that Ashley would be careful. She laid there for a bit as she heard the timer go off.

“There you go my sweetheart, I hope I cooked it long enough.” Stephanie was suddenly flooded with memories. She started to shake and cry. Ashley instantly went into protective mode, but Stephanie bolted up the stairs. She locked herself in the bathroom with Ashley softly knocking asking if there’s anything she could do. Her body was beaten and battered. Her long red hair was always a target for grabbing. She wasn’t anything special really, she only had C cups. Maybe the freckles were a turn on? Why were guys always rushing to rip her clothes off? Her pale skin certainly couldn’t be a turn on. She looked into her dead green eyes. They had witnessed so many horrible events, trauma’s that weaker girls would off themselves for. She was only alive because of the hope she would be held at night. That was the drive that pushed her to get up in the mornings. She sat on the floor and cried. Her wails left Ashley with an aching heart. They were the cries that left you trying to get away because the pain they portrayed is too much for a normal person to handle. Ashley couldn’t erase the past but she could bear witness to the pain Stephanie endured.

Stephanie came out an hour later to find Ashley waiting at the door. “Your pizza got cold.” Stephanie nodded and walked downstairs. She put her half in the microwave and turned it on. The timer beeped and she pulled it out and walked into the living room. In front of her was a sight she never thought she would see. Ashley was on her knees in front of the couch naked. She held a small pink remote in her hand. “This is the remote to the vibrator tapped to my clit, you can turn it on anytime and you decide when I can climax.” Stephanie held the remote in her hands. This was a new feeling for her. Power never was something she was given. She wasn’t even able to earn it. Now she had full control over her lover. She sat on the couch and asked, “Please just cuddle with me, I want to be your submissive girlfriend not the dominant one please. I don’t want that kind of responsibility, I trust you to take care of me.” Ashley looked up at her. “You’re seriously going to trust me again?” Stephanie knew deep down she loved being submissive, she preferred giving permission but it was never needed.

Stephanie curled herself up under Ashley’s arm. This was her favorite spot with the exception of Ashley’s chest. She loved curling up next to Ashley with her head on Ashley’s chest and Stephanie loved grinding her pussy against Ashley’s outer thigh. Curled like that there was nothing that could make her sad. They watched some show Ashley enjoyed. Stephanie didn’t care for T.V really, but she did enjoy the love she was getting. Ashley had yet to put clothes on and Steph wasn’t complaining. She got up and left the room leaving Steph waiting like a little puppy. She came back wearing a strap on. Stephanie sat cross legged. She knew exactly what the goal was, to show some things to her lover. Ashley sat on the couch. Stephanie got on her knees in front of her and started licking the strap on. She looked up lovingly and she seductively licked it, savoring the moment. Stephanie got up and lowered herself onto the cock and slowly let it slide in. Ashley helped ease her down. “You doing okay sweetheart?” Stephanie nodded.

She has felt a lot of things sliding into her wet pussy but this was a beautiful loving object going inside her. It was bigger than she’s used to but it made her feel full and she kissed Ashley passionately on the lips. Their tongues playfully pushing and rubbing against each other was always an amazing feeling for Stephanie. Ashley’s hand slipped down and started rubbing her clit. Stephanie moaned loudly, asking for more. She started moving up and down on the cock bucking her hips wildly. Ashley picked Stephanie up and carried her into the bedroom. She laid Steph down on the bed. “You look absolutely adorable with a dildo jammed in your tight wet snatch. I love my little princess.” Stephanie wrapped her legs Around her lovers waist, forcing the strap on deeper inside her small pussy. “You can get a little rough with me.” Ashley started to move her hips slowly, then faster gaining speed. Stephanie was letting out short ragged breaths as she was slowly pulled to climax. She grabbed her right boob and started fondling herself. She reached down and started playing with her clit. Ashley, noticing that Steph was seconds from orgasm, gave one final thrust plunging the cock deep inside Steph. She screamed out in pleasure and went limp, her body gave some soft shudders as she laid there. Ashley took the dildo off and pulled Stephanie closer. She was completely spent from having her pussy pounded in a loving manner and an orgasm that fulfilling. “Please never leave me again, when I need you.” Ashley looked into her lovers eyes.
“Never.”
And with the promise hanging in the air, unending, they fell asleep.

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