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“What a crummy way to spend a nice spring day,” Linda thought to herself while staring out the window from her sixth period math class. Her mind was quickly snapped back to attention, however, when the sharp voice of Sister Mary Marie cracked, “Are you ready to join us now Miss Burton!?!” “Uhh, no, I mean yes,” Linda stammered, “I was just thinking, that’s all……….” “Well think about this,” the nun replied harshly, “if you don’t get with the program you’re going to be taking Algebra II all over again, do I make myself clear???” “Yes ma’am,” Linda answered quickly! She was getting ready for yet another verbal assault from the old biddy when thankfully the bell sounded ending the period. “…….problems 1-25 on page 77,” Sister Mary Marie called out to her exiting group of students while at the same time taking Linda by the arm while indicating for her to remain behind. “Shit,” Linda said to herself, “how long’s this gonna take?” After everyone had left leaving only Linda and the nun alone in the old class room, Sister Mary Marie turned to face the eighteen year old and offered evenly, “I’ve just about had it with you young lady.” “I-I’m sorry, Sister,” Linda replied contritely, “I promise to do better, I really will!” “I’m afraid that’s not good enough,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “so I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of days now and feel it’s time that I gave your mother a call and explained the situation to her personally!” “My mother,” Linda asked nervously, “w-why do we hafta talk to her?” The old nun stood with her arms crossed and an impassive look on her face while replying, “Because it seems that’s the only way to get your attention!” A feeling of desperation swept through her, and in a last ditch effort to keep her mom from becoming involved Linda blurted out helplessly, “Please, Sister Mary, I’ll do anything you asked, just don’t call my mother!” The Sister stood silently for a few moments while giving the whole matter a bit more consideration before asking, “Anything, you’ll do anything that I ask?” Sensing a ray of hope in the nun’s tone Linda literally blithered, “Oh, yes, anything, just name it!!!” The fiftyish women eyed the young woman for a moment while reaching out to gently rub her bare arm. “You’re a very pretty young woman,” the nun offered quietly while continuing her caressing, “and I’ve always had a weakness for pretty young women.” Linda was in a state of near shock at the sudden turn of the conversation since she had hardly expected a woman of the cloth to talk in such a trashy manner! “Now, as for the “anything” you were talking about,” the old nun said evenly, “I think that I have just the chore for you!!!”

“W-what are you doing?” Linda asked weakly while being led around the back of the nun’s large desk where she was pushed back down into the swivel chair. “I’m just making you more comfortable,” the old woman replied a matter of factly, “while I do this!” The “this” as she called it caused Linda’s eyes to widen like saucers, because as the young woman looked on with her mouth hanging open, Sister Mary Marie sat down on the edge of the desk and proceeded to pull the hem of her habit above her waist, exposing the hairiest pussy she had ever seen in her short life!!!” It was almost like witnessing an accident-everything was in slow motion but you were powerless to do anything about it! That was exactly how Linda felt when the old nun reached out and pulled her mouth directly to her gray haired cunt!

“Mmmmmmm, you young things know just how to make a pussy purr,” Sister Mary Marie sighed while holding Linda’s mouth tightly to her mons. The eighteen year old senior tried desperately to catch her breath, but all she managed to inhale was the semi acrid aroma of the older woman’s drooling organ. Her nose was thrust directly against the nun’s huge clit while her tongue probed in and out of the cavernous pussy. Loud sighs of pleasure escaped Sister Mary Marie’s lips as her young charge sucked and licked her steamy labia, and within only a matter of moments her pussy wrenched hard as an orgasm simply crushed her into submission. “Oh my god,” she sighed while savoring the wonderful sensation of young mouth on mature hot cunt, “you are indeed a wonder, child!” As Linda was beginning to regain her senses she pulled her mouth from the dripping snatch and said softly, “I-I think I’d better be going.” “Not quite yet, dear,” the nun replied sternly, “we still have some unfinished business to attend to.” “Like what?” Linda asked nervously. “Well, since you did such a wonderful job on me, it’s only fair that I return the favor,” the sister whispered urgently.

Sucking the old crone had been bad enough, but picturing in her mind the old biddy between her own legs made Linda nearly blanch. “Uh, that’s okay,” she replied quickly, “I’ve really got to be going!” “I wasn’t giving you an option,” Sister Mary Marie replied evenly, “now lift up your skirt and let me take off your panties!” Linda shuddered and closed her eyes while lifting her blue plaid skirt high above her waist, easily exposing her plump vagina which was encased in a pair of white cotton panties. “Very nice, very nice indeed,” the old nun muttered under her breath while dropping to her knees, “you seem to have a very well developed vagina, very puffy!!!” Linda kept her eyes tightly shut while trying not to think about what was happening in her nether region, but she moaned softly when the sister kissed her softly through her panties right on the lips. With her hands slightly shaking Sister Mary Marie hooked her fingers in the elastic waist band and tugged the skin tight undies down over Linda’s smooth slim thighs until they were down around her ankles. “S-sweet mother of god,” the old nun gasped when Linda’s mons came into view, “almost as smooth as a baby’s bottom!” And it was too, nearly hairless and bulging with her clit poking out obscenely between the folds of labial skin. “I’ve never seen anything quite so beautiful,” the sister sighed while leaning forward to plant several soft kisses on the young woman’s now dripping crack. Linda’s body stiffened for a second, but only for a moment as seconds later the sister’s warm tongue slithered into her crack and contacted her now very distended clitoris. “Oh, my,” the young woman gasped, “oh, oh, right there, yesssssss, right there on my clit!” Sister Mary Marie may have been and old woman, but she could suck pussy like nobody’s business and that is exactly what she proceeded to do! Like a bitch in heat she literally devoured Linda’s clit as she voraciously licked, sucked, and slurped her hard little organ! Wantonly Linda thrust her hips forward, offering her pussy to the hungry cunt lapper dressed in a nun’s habit! Wrapping her girlish legs around the sister’s neck, Linda locked her in place and began bucking her hips as her climax roared through her cunt, leaving her shaking and mewling like a new born baby!!!

With Linda still gasping for breath, Sister Mary Marie stood up and after lifting her habit out of the way, pressed her hairy cunt against Linda’s and began humping her for all she was worth! Both women were soon moaning together as their clits snapped back and forth over each other until in unison their bodies stiffened and simultaneous orgasms over took them both!!! “M-my god that was unreal,” Linda whispered into the nun’s ear, “just unreal!!!” “Mmmmmmm, yes it was,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “it was the best ever!!!” Both of them were quiet for a moment as they collected their thoughts, but finally the sister said softly, “Now, about calling your mother………..”

THE END

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Is self, determined or predestined

As my fingers plunge in and out of my hot dripping pussy, stroking that pleasure spot deep inside, my thumb was rolling around a sensitively engorge clit. Laying face down my hips buck wildly towards the mattress while muscles clamp down, gripping, trying to entrap those stimulating digits. A spark jumps from my pussy, turning into a massive jolt running up my spine to end in an explosion in my fever brain. The bright searing light burns away any thought. Wave upon hot wave floods from my groin, washing through my abdomen, to break upon my rock hard nipples and aching breasts.
With my face buried in the pillow, muffling my voice as I scream, “I… ‘mmm… ccuuummmmiiinngg… Aaaahhhh.”
A shattering shutter racks my body as I gush out my slightly viscous nectar into the fluffy towel waiting beneath me.
Since the first time I came in my bed and had everyone except my sister, who knew the truth, thinking I had accidentally wet my bed in my sleep, a towel has been a part of my bedding.
Like an earthquake with after shocks, the powerful orgasm gave way to ever decreasing orgasms until finally I became aware my sister Carol’s soft moans as she masturbated in her bed.
Normally, as our nightly custom, I would turn away from her pretending not to hear her and fall asleep enjoying the whimpering gasps of her orgasms. But not to night. I’m just too turned on from the sounds of her enjoyment, knowing that she’s turned on and horny because I was playing with myself.
Naked, I stealthily creep over to her bed. In the dim light I see she is on her back with her eyes squeezed shut. Her pajama bottoms are down around her knees and her right hand resting on her auburn patch with the middle finger disappearing in glistening folds. Her pajama top is unbuttoned and her left hand squeezing and kneading the soft firm globe of her left breast, the index finger rolling and toying with the hard rubbery nipple.
I stood there a few moments, enraptured at the magnificent vista of my beautiful sister in the throws of pleasure. Then leaning over her bed, I simultaneously put my mouth over her opened gasping mouth and with right hand pushed her hand away taking over the care of her slippery wet pussy. My finger diving in immediately found her sweet spot at which point her eye flew open and a shocked looked broke upon her face.
Her hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed my up just enough to free her from my kiss.
“Wwwhhhaat are you doing,” she stammers.
“I would have thought that was obvious.”
“Nnnoo, I I mmeeaann I I why?”
I wiggle my two fingers that are inside her while my thumb strokes her swollen clit.
“Nnnggaaaahhhhhhh,” she squeals.
“Do you want me to stop? I will. Just say the word.” And with that I stop moving my hand .”
“Nnnnooooooo! Dddoon’t sssttoppp! Feeelsss ggoooodd,” she cries out as her left hand grabs my hand trying to get me to move it again.
She moans as I start administering to her needs. Her eye closed again and a satisfying smile brandished her luscious lips.
“You know Carol, I’ve been every mean to you. I sorry that I hadn’t realized it sooner. I actually thought teasingly showing myself off to you would make you happy. I didn’t know how much it tormented you.
You see for a long time now I’ve known that you like girls. And when you started looking at me the way the boys do, well it got me excited that my sister, who’s three years older then me, was getting as hot over me as our big brother Billy and his friends.
I thought of my being naked in front you as a reward for you finding your skinny almost shapeless sister so attractive. And I teased you and Billy by dressing kind of sexy, though I really do like wearing those clothes, just to see your nipple get hard and a bulge in Billy’s pants.
But now I can’t stop thinking about sex. I look at a guy crotch first before looking at the rest of him. And since the first time I licked my fingers after cumming I’ve been drinking my own cum so now when I look at a pretty girl, I find my self wondering how her cum might taste. I must be a sicko.”
My sister pulled my hand away. And while she was pulling it towards our faces she says in a husky lust laden voice, “I don’t think it strange since I think the same way when I see an attractive girl. So here see what you think of my taste.” With that she sticks my fingers, coated with her juice, into my mouth.
“Well what do you think? Is it good?”
“Mmmmm… Dewishes.”
Carol laughed. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Babygirl.”
By the way I think I should mention that my name is Nancy, but everyone calls me Babygirl because when I was born my original birth certificate registered my name as Baby Girl. My folks got it changed to Nancy but as a joke they called me Babygirl and it became my nickname.
“I said delicious,” I repeated after pulling my fingers from my mouth.
Suddenly something touched my pussy and looking down I see my sister’s right hand between my legs. After rolling her hand around my still wet pussy, coating it from wrist to tip, front and back she sticks it in her mouth.
“Fuway, woor foody fafey foo.”
I pull her hand out of her mouth. “And you talk about me? What did you just say,” I laughed.
“I said ‘say, you’re pretty tasty too.’” She chuckled.
She reached up and pulled me down on top of her. Her right hand again between my legs as mine dives into her pussy. With her left hand pulls my head to hers to partake in a long passionate kiss as our tongues explored each others mouths and we shared our moans of pleasure.
After a while I broke the kiss and started a trail of every wet licking kisses down her chin along her throat, then around each of her firm round breasts pausing to play and nip at those rubbery nipples before heading farther south across the flat plane of her abdomen, though the forest of auburn curls then ending up falling into the savory flow trickling from the canyon between two long curvaceous legs.
I straddled Carol’s face and lowered myself onto her hungry mouth. Our tongues and mouths explored and exploited each others juicy slots until I felt the start of another intense orgasm. Then…
“Oh god… Oh god, Babygirllll, I I I goooiinngg tooooo cccuuummm!!!”
“Mmmmmeeeee ttttooooooo.”
“Let’s cccuuummm ttooogeeetherrrrrr.” “Aaaahhhh” “Ooohhhh fuck yessssss”
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh. Gggguuuuhhhhh” Carol was gurgling as I gushed into her mouth. Afraid of drowning my sister I pulled away from her mouth and sprayed her neck, breast, chest and stomach. As I was showering me sister with cum I heard the ‘snick’ of the door to the bathroom that we share with our brother.
Was our brother watching? And how are we going to explain the wet bed. Well that can wait until morning for right now I licked my sister clean of my cum. She removed her PJ’s and we laid naked in my bed caressing each other until we fell asleep.

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The next morning the door knob rattled followed by a soft knock.
“Girls time to wake up. Breakfast will be ready in a half hour,” coo my dad.
“We’re up daddy. We’ll be down soon,” I cheerfully chimed back.
“Babygirl are you already up? Are you feeling OK? Is something wrong?”
“Daddy!! Really!! I don’t always sleep in.” OK, so most of the time I do. He doesn’t have to be so mean.
As our dad’s footsteps diminished down the hall I went back to lapping up my sister juices from between her legs.
“Carol.” Shlrup. “I suppose…” flick, lick. “We should…” shlurp.
“Aaaahhh… Yyeeaahhh.”
“Is that ‘ah yeah’ an agreement to get ready or your enjoyment of my mouth?” “HUH?”
“Carol, daddy said breakfast will be ready soon. Should we get ready?”
“He did? When?”
“While you were moaning in my crotch. And it’s a good thing you locked the door.”
“Why?”
“Because daddy try to open the door?”
“Oh. I see. Well thanks to you Babygirl I need a shower.”
“Me too.” A fun thought struck me. “Uh… sis how about taking a shower together?”
“OK”
I grabbed my ‘Cum Cup’ off the dresser and head for the bathroom. As I’m sitting on the toilet, I start to pee in the plastic Halloween Vampire goblet that I use to catch my cum so I can drink it. I think I’m addicted to my own cum though I do like my sister’s its just that she doesn’t produce much.
My sister joins me in the bathroom just in time to see me pull the pee filled cup away and bring it to my lips.
“Wwwhhaattt are you doing???” she cries out in a horrified look.
“It’s OK. I already went earlier so this is the second time.” I said in a mater-of –fact way.
She look torn between gagging and a terrified, confused look. “Why? I take it back you are a certifiable sicko!!”
“I read that drinking pee is good for your health. But it should be the second time you pee and you should drink a lot of water first.”
“That’s disgusting, Babygirl, how can you? Gggaaagghh.”
“At first I couldn’t but I remember reading about a hypnotist that gave a subject an onion and told them it was an apple. The person ate the onion like it was an apple and when they woke up they could still taste the apple not an onion.”
“So what.”
“I made a self hypnosis tape telling me pee tastes like apple juice.”
“And it worked?”
Without a word I drank deep the golden elixir from the goblet. When I finished I look into her hazel eyes and asked, “Does that answer your question?”
I wanted to laugh at the stunned expression on her face. “You might want to close your mouth. Besides looking like a fish out of water, your mouth is making such a perfect circle any guy seeing it would get hard in an instant.”
Her mouth slowly started to move as a puzzled look washed across her face.
“Huh… whaaa…”
Mimicking her opened mouth I stuck my middle finger in and out of my mouth. The gesture sank in and she cracked up laughing. “You little perverted slut.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of your baby sister now.”
“What? Are nuts? WHAT do you mean?” Again with the confused look.
“Well you called me a perverted slut, right.”
“Yeah, so. That’s not a compliment.”
“Are you sure? A pervert has a broader range of sexual enjoyments than say a prude. And a slut or whore by the use of the term, one is acknowledging that she enjoys sexual encounters more frequently. So from a lusty standpoint it is a compliment.” And with that my fingers dive deep into her pussy as I clamp down around her pubic bone from both sides.
As she gasps at the harsh gesture as I blatantly say “So are we taking a shower before breakfast or not?” I pull her to the tub.
She grabs a tuff of my hair and pulls my head back, hissing, “SO miss tough guy, you want breakfast huh. Then get in the tub!” on her command I do as she orders. “Now get on your knees.” I do so. “You want breakfast then open your mouth, you fuckin perverted slut.”
For some reason my nipples were getting hard and my pussy is getting wet. I was getting turned on by my now dominatrix sister. God I must be a pervert. Oh well I might as well just enjoy it and see were it goes from here.
“So the bad girl likes this.” She says as she leans over, her face against mine.
“No. I don’t like it,” I cried out.
She licks my face and jerks on my hair.
“Such a bad wittle girl, lying to your big sister like that, your body doesn’t wie, see how hard those wittle nipples are?” she says in a child’s pouting voice. Sticking her fingers into pussy and pulling them out, she hold the slick coated digits in front of my face, sliding her thumb across them. “And your widdle pussy doesn’t wie ether.”
“Are we weady fow our bweakfast? Now open wide,” she say as she stands up. “Since the wittle pervert likes ‘wee wee’,” she hold me so my mouth cover her pussy. “Then here breakfast. And dwink it allll up.”
She lets louse a steady steam of pee. I try to drink as much as I can but there’s way too much and the rest of the warm scented, golden liquid washes over my neck, breasts and body.
When she finally finished I lick her pussy clean. I was so into the golden shower that I don’t even know when Carol had released me. She bent over and slipped her arms under me, helping me to struggle to my feet all the while laughing.
When I was finally standing unsupported she echoed my earlier thought, “My god, Nancy, you really are perverted. You should have seen your face as my pee flooded out of your mouth. You looked like you were in heaven.”
Carol turn and started the shower, the real shower, and a stream of ice cold water hit my face and chest. “Aaahhhh! That cold,” I shout.
“EEEEEEeeeeeee. You right.” And she adjusts the temperature.

‘SNICK’

“I think Billy has been spying on us, Carol,” I said in a conspiring whisper.
“What you just now finding out about our peeping tom brother.”
“No I know he was watching last night.”
“Was that the first time?”
“Ah, yeah. Why?”
“Because the boy has been watching you for ages now. I think the only reason he hasn’t tried to rape you is because you’re his sister. He watches you in the bathroom, when you run around naked in the bedroom; I even caught him pulling back your covers while you slept naked. You have no modesty, you shameless hussy. But ever night he watches you masturbate. And it’s your own fault Babygirl. You encourage him with what you wear or rather what you don’t wear like the short skirts and no undies.”
“I didn’t knowww… thank you for telling me. Hey, big sister I got an idea. Will you help cure our big bro’s problem,” I said in a meek childlike voice.
“Oh, oh. Now I’m scared. I’ll do what ever you need, but I don’t know whether to be happy for Billy or feel sorry for him. Babygirl, what is going on in that deviously perverted, slutty mind of yours?”
With that we finished washing each other, which took a little longer than normal and went down for breakfast.

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Some time ago an older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services.

She even measured my cock with a tape measure she ‘just happened to have handy’ while I had a full on erection, while she was sucking me. Her girlfriend was watching and wrote down the measurements. “Wow, incredible, almost ten-inches long, and seven inches in circumference.”

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight. They were often a long way from home on business. Almost without exception these women would be very good communicators, uninhibited and able to articulate their sexual preferences. And if they enjoyed what I had to offer and recommended me to others that was an added bonus.

“I have a proposition for you. You might recall that I won a night with you, a lucky door prize at a hen’s night some time ago. I often think about that night and I still enjoy telling my girlfriends about it.

“One of my girlfriends turns forty-five next week. She has never ever had oral sex, from either sex, though we talk about it and our sex lives all the time,” Fiona told me over the phone.

“To show her what she has been missing out on I want to demonstrate some Oral Sex 101 positions to her with you while she watches, in one long session.

“I am bisexual, and I want her to watch me blow a well hung man, that’s you, after you lick me to orgasm while she watches.

“And a few other variations as well perhaps? Hopefully she will learn something and join in.

“I love a challenge and I have always wanted to have her, so maybe it will happen and you can watch. We are both well off and turn men’s heads when we are out. I am a Libra and she is a Taurus if you are into that stuff.”

We discuss arrangements and I ask her to book the honeymoon suite at the five-star hotel I often use.

“What should we wear?” Fiona asks with a touch of irony as we finalise arrangements.

“Leave it to you, but less is more in these circumstances.”

When I arrive Fiona opens the door, she is a knockout and determined to make an impression.

“Remember me?”

“Of course. You were my door prize.”

“Like my skirt?” she smiles as she lets me in and turns on her heels to show me.

The shortest skirt I have ever seen on a woman, or is it a shirt, and obviously no knickers. It stops just half way down her pubic area and I can see lots of pubic hair poking under it and the start of gorgeous ass cheeks.

“Candy is in the sauna-shower room waiting totally naked for us.

“We arrived early deliberately so we could discuss our plans for today.

“In light of the circumstances we got naked to discuss them.

“Without knowing it we both bought a vibrator with us.

“We were both so horny and excited with our plans for you that we used them on ourselves, one at a time, while the other watched, while I told her about our previous encounter when I won your as a lucky door prize.

“I told her you were ten years younger than me. I told her you had the biggest and thickest cock I had ever seen or had.

“I told her how you licked me to orgasm before I sucked your cock. Then I told her how you fucked me every which way for almost an hour in a room with mirrors on all the walls and the ceiling.

“Candy enjoyed listening to my story and she had two orgasms before I had one.”

“Come and meet our man Candy,” Fiona smiles as shrugs out of her dress or shirt as she leads me to the dressing room.

“Do you want to undress now, or in front of both of us?”

Ever the exhibitionist I wait until Candy appears.

“Did I choose well Candy?” Fiona asks as Candy appears stark naked.

I have a formula I use for sizing up new women: would I be comfortable giving her oral sex and receiving oral sex for twenty minutes?

In this case very comfortable. They are both very attractive and very fuckable women in their forties with good bodies.

“Show Candy what you have for us, and you can remind me.”

Always a buzz undressing for two naked women, and I enjoy both of them gasping as my almost erect cock bulges out of my skimpy black crotch-less g-string as I pose with my hands on my hips.

“I thought you and I could start by having two-way oral sex while Candy watches, then try it both ways with her,” Fiona teases as she dries me off after a quick shower I had while they both watched.

“Sit and watch us Candy. Relax and enjoy,” Fiona smiles as we all move to the bedroom.

Mirrors on all the walls, and the ceiling, with naked flesh on show in all directions.

“Tell Candy what you are going to do to me,” Fiona whispers as I kneel between her legs and lick my way up both her wonderful, firm thighs, stopping just short of her cunt lips.

“I am going to lick your cunt lips with my tongue, tongue fuck you, until you have an orgasm.”

“Hear that Candy, he is going to lick my cunt with his tongue, tongue fuck me, until I have an orgasm.

“That is fucking heaven Candy, you don’t know what you are missing out on.

“He is teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Now he is licking all the way along my very wet cunt lips.

“And I love the way he is holding my big ass off the chair with his hands while he licks my cunt.

“Want to try that later Candy? Is that exciting for you?

“I want to lick your cunt, tongue fuck you later Candy while he watches.

“I have been wanting to lick your cunt ever since I first met you Candy.

“It’s very exciting for me, having my cunt licked while you watch.

“I can’t hold out much longer Candy.

“Come and tongue kiss me, drive me over the top so I can suck his huge cock while you watch.

“Fantastic, fucking magic, that really was something Candy, you don’t know what you are missing out on,” Fiona groans as she tenses, shudders and orgasms.

“Now watch me pleasure him. He is rock hard for the two of us,” Fiona smiles as she licks the sides of my cock with one hand cupping my balls.

Candy watches fascinated as Fiona slowly and expertly brings me to orgasm, always a huge turn on for me with another sexy naked woman watching as another woman blows you!

“Want to try that later Candy? Was that exciting for you? It was for me, pleasuring that huge cock with my lips, tongue and mouth.

“Did you enjoy watching? We enjoyed you watching. Did it turn you on?” she asks as Candy sprays her naked body, then mine with the hand held shower.

Fiona takes the hand held shower from her, tells her to sit back and enjoy as she sets it to fine needle spray and aims it directly onto her cunts lips.

“It really is time you shrugged off your inhibitions Candy. Relax and enjoy, today is your voyage of discovery, put your heels and crotchless thong on. “Turn all of on.”

“I have wanted to tongue fuck you and lick you to orgasm since the day I met you. And I want our man to enjoy watching. And join in.”

“Lots of time for us to give you oral pleasure Candy, from both of us,” Fiona whispers as she motions for me to stand behind her and wrap my arms under hers.

“Your shaved cunt looks wonderful, a huge turn on. And fuckable, very fuckable with my tongue,” Fiona whispers as the tip of her tongue finds her engorged clit and her body jerks. Do you want me stop?,” she teases as Candy tilts her head so she can tongue kiss me.

“I love it, so good,” Candy tells her, her body arching forward as she soaks up the sexual pleasure. “So good. fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt.”

“I have waited years to hear those words from you. Keep telling me.”

After what must have been ten minutes, Fiona and I swapped positions. Fiona and Candy were tongue kissing passionately as I grasped Candy’s ass cheeks and pleasured her with my tongue.

Later Fiona organized Candy on the bed with a pillow under her ass. “Put your legs over my shoulders. I am going to tongue fuck you some more while you suck our man’s cock.

“Is that a relief for you Candy? A huge milestone in your sex life,” Fiona asked as we unwound, naked in the large shower room together.

“Though we do have some unfinished business,” I told them as I stood behind Fiona and wrapped my arms under hers.

“I have waited so long to have my cunt licked and pleasured by you Candy. But worth the wait. Put a finger in me, two fingers. I love it.”

“Can we share you again soon?,” Candy asked with a smile. “I still have lots of unfinished business to catch up on.”

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I’m a member of a great sorority for a school in the Big

10. Pledge indoctrination takes place in the fall. Our house

goes for real lookers; the hot ones who make guys cum in their

shorts. Anyway, each established member gets one pledge in her

charge. Mine was a real nice , innocent girl named Aimee. I

intended to change that.

Sorority girls can do anything they want to pledges, so

spontaneous spankings are frequent and commonplace. Luckily for

pledges this hazing period lasts only two weeks. In the evenings,

after classes, I’d make Aimee strip down to her bra and

panties or make her wear some equally humiliating outfit while

she slaved away at the chores given to pledges. If the assigned

chores weren’t satisfactorily completed (which was nearly

always) it meant going over the barrel for a spanking.

The “barrel” is a large drum shaped cylinder on short legs

with handles and fastening straps. Girls are put naked over the

barrel with their ankles strapped in place and their bottoms are

in the uppermost position. This is a terrific device for

impromptu punishments as well as ceremonial spankings. An

interesting variation on the barrel is one that I used frequently

with Aimee I’d make the pledge straddle the device lengthwise

as though riding horseback and have her lie forward and hug the

barrel to keep from sliding off. This position naturally

stretches the bottom good and tight and is extremely embarrassing

for the “rider”. I never inflicted any permanent damage to

Aimee. I usually would hand spank her until she’d start

crying.

As a deviation of the above sorority practices I’d like to

relate the sexiest and most memorable incident of spanking that’s

ever happened to me. After a boring day of classes I was itching

for some entertainment in the form of spanking Aimee’s all too

appealing bottom. In order to make the experience an intimate and

exciting one, (for me, anyway) I left word for my little pledge

to report directly to my room. In time the coquettish underling

appeared as commanded. Aimee is a petite little dumpling with

rich brown hair shortly bobbed in a becoming hairstyle. The girl

was still in her street clothes and carried a handful of books.

Faking a truly bitchy mood I ordered her to lock the door behind

her and to strip naked. Knowing the punishment for disobedience

to a superior, Aimee began to instantly undress. In two

minutes she was standing before me in her birthday suit. She was

especially nervous and trembling visibly. I told her to bring me

the hairbrush from my bureau and to drop face down across my

thighs. She did so with a gasp of mixed fear and humiliation. She

had never been spanked over my lap like this and was obviously

terrified. I applied the first spank with great vigor, the

hairbrush smashed down on one tender bottom. Aimee flinched. I

then announced that she must count aloud each spank and thank me

for it!

“SMACK!! One…Oh, t-thank you…SMACK. T-Two. Thank

you…,” and so on.

This was kept up to my great delight for nearly thirty hair-

raising spanks. By now the pledge was crying and stammering, but

I didn’t let up. At last the despondent pledge begged for mercy

and offered to do anything else rather than have the spanking

continue.

The girl stimulated my curiosity and I asked her what she’d be

willing to do to have me stop spanking her. I was surprised when

she offered to lick my toes for an hour. I was justly intrigued

by the depravity of her suggestion. “You’ll have to lick more

than just my toes,” I responded.

“All right, anything. ANYTHING!,” cried the unhappy pledge.

This was too good to be true. I immediately had Aimee

stand up. Her bottom cheeks were solid red. I quickly kicked my

shoes off, then pulled off my knee socks. I lifted my skirt and

lowered my panties, removing them. I lay back on the bed with my

legs spread wide and pointed to my snatch, ordering the girl to

lick me.

A most obedient Aimee quickly knelt down in front of me and

without the least hesitation buried her face in my crotch! She

began working her tongue around like a pro. That girl really

knows how to eat hair pie. Aimee does it better than any guy

on campus. I came in two minutes flat. I had made a friend for

life. I felt so good I wished to reciprocate, but I couldn’t

bring myself to perform oral sex on another woman. Aimee said

she’d be satisfied if I diddled her with my finger. The only

trouble was that her bottom was so sore that she couldn’t lie on

her backside.

Thinking quickly I told the girl to climb in bed on all fours. On

hands and knees Aimee scampered onto the bed with her legs

wide apart. From behind I fingered her slit and gave her a real

cool finger-fucking with one hand, while I reach around with the

other and squeezed her nipples. It was wild. I never thought I

would get off on this sort of thing. Aimee clipped when she

came. Her hips were going a mile a minute. She was actually

fucking my finger instead of the other way around. You’ll think

I’m nuts, but we were going at it so hot and heavy that the

windows of the room were getting fogged.

As you can see I made a lasting friendship all because of my

participation in spanking. I can’t even think of spanking in any

other terms but sex now. Every time I see a girl’s ass being

spanked, it really turns me on thinking of the subsequent

possibilities. Aimee is a full fledged member of the sorority

now, but she still visits my room on those occasions when I don’t

have a date.

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The futa’s desire for hot, Arab wives lands her into danger!

The World’s First Futa’s Daughters – Futa’s First Arab Passion

Chapter Three: Nova’s Hot Wife Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

August 27th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

I strolled through the market with Wahida, people talking around us. Vendors hawked their wears, displaying fruits, vegetables, trinkets, cookware, and more. People, men and women both, bustled through, shopping, laughing, enjoying life. There was a spicy scent in the air from a booth dangling with cloves of peppers and sticks of cinnamon. It was so different from America.

So much more alive.

My wife walked beside me, both of us wearing dark dresses, mine a midnight-blue, and hers a deep maroon. We had on our hijabs, modestly covering our hair like proper, Muslim women. Of course, I was a futa. My clit-dick was twitching in my panties, hidden by the bulky folds of my dress. Other than the pale features of my face and my blue eyes, you’d hardly know I didn’t belong here.

“Look at her,” Wahida whispered, nodding to a woman moving through the crowd in a full burqa, the black cloth hanging over her body. It was clear she was a willowy woman even wearing the bulky clothes. Her hands looked delicate as they peeked out the sleeves. She turned her head, dark eyes peering out through the slit of her veil. “Imagine what sort of underwear she has on beneath that.”

“Lacy bra and panties,” I purred.

“Mmm, maybe a thong,” Wahida answered. She had changed since my marriage to Talib. She was such a wicked thing now that she had blossomed. She had shared more than a few women with me, including the imam’s two wives. The last month had been amazing.

Wahida was pregnant, maybe with my child, and so was Fahima, the imam’s young, naughty wife. I hoped they were both mine. I wasn’t my randy futa-mother. I didn’t breed every woman on the first try. But I hoped so.

I was so glad to be an ambassador of futas to the Arab world. Imam Karimi was a big supporter. He had written the fatwa that declared futas to be a miracle from Allah and the Muslim world should embrace us. More than a few husbands found it kinky to watch me fuck their wives, to pump my cock in and out of their pussies and turn them into my slut.

Then they would enjoy the sloppy seconds.

I hoped more of my futa-sisters would come to the Arab world. I was the first one to accept King Njam’s invitation. The Saudi Royal family was fully behind this move. After all, several of his wives were raising my little futa-sisters, products from my mother’s visit last year.

“Let me go speak to her, my wife,” purred Wahida. “See if she’s interested in the charms of a futa.”

“Wonderful,” I purred.

My futa-dick swelled harder, growing to a slab of iron in my pants. I stood there, trembling as I watched her navigate through the crowd, heading to the burqa-clad woman as she browsed the stall of a merchant selling dates. I licked my lips, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I was so ready for this fun.

Behind me, traffic flowed down the street. Cars honked at each other. Someone shouted out in angry Arabic, the words understanding lost. I was still mastering the language, but getting better every day.

Wahida reached the stall. She struck up a conversation with the woman. They were nodding to each other. I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing in anticipation. I knew we would have a wild time. We could find a cozy place to love each other.

Tires squealed behind me.

The sound drew my attention. I turned to see a beige van stopping right behind me. I frowned as the side door flung open, clattering on its rollers. Then I gasped at the sight of the two men with black turbans, the cloth wrapped around their faces to hide all but their eyes. Fear surged through me.

I screamed before a strong hand clasped over my mouth. Then I gasped as the second man seized my waist and hauled me into the van. I kicked, shouting into the hand clapped over my mouth. I landed on the musty floor of the vehicle, held down by the men. The van lurched forward, the bazaar speeding past before the door was slammed closed.

Terror seized my heart as a rough bag was pulled over my head. I shuddered, unable to breathe. It was so hot and stuffy in here. I squirmed and thrashed as the men barked at me. Blood screamed through my veins, pounding hot in my ears. They flipped me over, pulling my wrists together. They were so strong. I couldn’t resist them.

Rope went about my wrists. It pulled tight, biting into my flesh.

I cried, sobbing in the bag as they held me to the floor, a knee in my back. What were they going to do to me? The van drove, bouncing over the crown. I trembled, struggling to breathe through the heavy cloth over my head.

Tears spilled down my face. My body shook. Hiccuping sobs rippled through my body. I didn’t know what they wanted. Why they had kidnapped me and…

Kidnapped me…

Were they terrorists?

I sobbed to Allah to protect me as the van drove and drove. When it stopped. My stomach clenched. What were they going to do to me? I trembled as the men lifted me by the armpits and dragged me out of the van. The toes of my shoes scraped across gravel then hit the threshold of a house. I was carried inside, feeling carpet beneath my shoes.

A door open.

I was thrown to the floor.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” I moaned in Arabic, struggling to speak. I sat up and heard the door slam shut.

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August 29th, 2038

Two days later, and I was still locked in the room. I had a cot and a large, porcelain bowl to relieve myself in. They changed it twice a day when the brought me food. The window was boarded over, only trickles of light peeking through.

I was numb with fear. Two days, and I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. I just lay on the cot, resting my head on the hard pillow they gave me. I still wore the same dress and hijab as before. They hadn’t hurt me, but they wouldn’t talk to me. Wouldn’t tell me what they were going to do to me.

Would they kill me?

The door opened, and I flinched. I sat up and curled my legs to my chest. Was this it. I blinked raw eyes and licked chapped teeth. I needed more to drink. A man walked in, all in black, his turban wrapped about his face to hide his identity. He held a tray with food steaming on it. It looked like spiced lamb wrapped up in pita bread with some rice on the side and a large glass of water. I swallowed and relaxed a bit.

If they were going to hurt me, they wouldn’t feed me right before they did. Right?

I slid my feet to the floor, the old carpet rough beneath my bare feet. The tray thrust at me. I took it, staring into the man’s eyes. They were the only part of him I could see. I stared into them and frowned. There was something familiar about them.

“Imam Karimi?” I said, furrowing my brow.

The man stiffened. “No, no, not this man.” His voice was gruff like he was trying to lower it. “Mistaken.

“No, no, it is you, “ I said, shocked by the fact he was here. “I thought you liked futas. You married me.”

“You fucked my wives!” he spat out, his eyes going wild.

“But you wrote the fatwa saying it wasn’t adultery for a woman to lie with a futa,” I said. “You said—”

He darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leaned back against the wall, shocked by this revelation. I thought he enjoyed it when I fucked his wives. He always stroked his cock as he watched, furiously masturbating as I pleased his wives. As I made them cum and cum and cum.

My world reeled.

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September 1st, 2038

Another two days passed in boredom. I thought about every time I was with Imam Karimi’s wives over the last two months. From the first time when he walked in on me fucking Rizwana from behind as she ate out Fahima, to the last time the day before my kidnapping when he jerked off his cock as Fahima rode my mouth and Rizwana my cock. I left the older wife full of my cum as she begged me to breed her.

“Yes, yes, give me a child like you gave Fahima,” she’d moaned. “I want a baby. I need one!”

“Yes, yes, breed my wife!” the imam had moaned and came as he jerked his cock, crying out in pleasure.

It baffled me. He seemed to like being cuckolded. I remember him fucking Fahima so hard once after I finished with her. His wife was mewling with delight then smiled as her husband mounted her. She had this big, satiated grin on her face as she enjoyed a delicious dessert after the feast I’d given her.

The door opened. It was time for me to eat. I sat up and blinked. It was the imam again. His shoulders were hunched. He didn’t look at me. I hadn’t seen him in two days. I thought he wasn’t coming back, that shame had driven him away.

For a moment, anger surged through me. He must have been the one to arrange my kidnapping. He knew what I looked like. He might have even been in the van. Maybe he grabbed me that day. I should let him feel the brunt of my anger. I was still American. I wasn’t a meek, simpering woman.

Rage boiled through me, but… That wouldn’t get me out of here.

“Imam Karimi,” I said. His shoulders tightened. “How are your wives doing?”

He flinched, the plate covered in rice with chicken shook in his hand. I heard him swallow as he approached me.

“Fahima is pregnant,” I said. “Probably with my child. Rizwana might be, too. You should be happy.”

“Why?” he growled. “Why should I be happy that you bred my wife?”

“I thought you said that I was Allah’s special miracle,” I said. “A gift to mankind. That every Muslim woman should be honored to bear a futa-daughter. That every Muslim man should marry a futa so that she may breed his wife.”

“I did say those things.” He handed the tray to me and then shifted on his feet.

I wanted to press him more, but he seemed on the verge of flight. His eyes were bloodshot. Dark bags looked beneath them. I took a sip of my water, struggling to work out my next move. What I should say.

“What is going to happen to me?” I asked.

“We’re negotiating with King Njam to have him ban futas from the kingdom.” He shifted his shoulders. “They want me to retract my fatwa.”

“You haven’t?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Until the king changes his position, I can’t change mine.”

“Right, don’t want to look like you were behind this,” I said.

He shrugged.

A chill ran through me. I knew Karimi was with the kidnappers. Would they… dispose of me.

“So it’s jealousy, huh?” I said through the fear bubbling through me. This cold dread that I wouldn’t survive. It angered me. I was just trying to spread love and joy. To give passion to all these women that lacked it. “That’s it? You are just such a pathetic man that you couldn’t handle me fucking your wives.”

He looked down. His feet shuffled from side to side.

“They enjoyed me!” I said. “You know that. Your wives are happier. You were happier. You were enjoying them as much as me.”

“I…”

“Don’t lie. I saw you jerking your cock. And I know how much you enjoyed my sloppy seconds.” I shook my head. “But you’re such a pathetic man, you grew jealous of a futa. You couldn’t follow your own teachings. How sad is that?”

“They are my wives,” he whispered.

“And?” I stared at him. “Talib has the balls to enjoy me making love to Wahida. Shafaqat asks me to come over and fuck Duha. He wants to follow your words. To be a good Muslim man, but you… You had a guest kidnapped.”

He flinched back at that.

“I was invited to Saudi Arabia by King Njam,” I said. “I am a faithful, Muslim futa. I worship Allah and believe Mohammad is his prophet. I plan on making the Hajj and see the Kaaba. I follow the pillars!” I rose, my anger burning through him. “You welcomed me! And then you betrayed me! What is going to happen to me, truly?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, looking away.

A terrible chill rippled through me. “They’re not letting me leave here alive.”

He backed up.

“That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, retreating faster. He reached behind him for the doorknob.

“You do!” I said. “You can do something about it, too. Can’t you.”

“I can’t.”

“Bullshit!” I glared at him. “You welcomed me in your home, and you’re going to let them harm me? What sort of Muslim man are you, huh? Let alone an imam!”

“I’ll be in trouble,” he said, staring up at her. “You know who I am.”

My stomach rippled. That cold chill shot through me. His eyes were desperate, afraid. “Then what if you saved me. What if you set me free. I can tell the authorities that you forced me. That you didn’t have a choice. They threatened your wife.”

“Why?” he asked, staring at me, his eyes wide.

“Because I like your wives. They like you. I don’t want them to suffer.” I swallowed, reaching out. “’O My Devotees, who have committed excesses against their own selves, do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Surely, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed He is the most Forgiving, the Merciful.’” I spoke the words of the Quran with confidence. “That’s Sura 39:43. Right? It is not too late to do the right thing.”

He trembled.

“You’ll never get to see me with your wives again,” I purred. “I know you found it hot. That’s why you turned me in. You were shocked by how much you enjoyed seeing your wives cumming on my dick. I know you loved it. You fuck your wives so hard after I’m done with them. You’ll miss out on that. You’ll regret that.”

“It is too late,” he croaked. He turned the doorknob. “I am sorry, Nova.”

He darted out of the door, slamming it shut. The lock clicked a moment later.

My legs sagged. All the passion I felt deflated out of me. I stumbled back and sank to my cot. I stared at my food, the steam rising up. I was starving before he entered, but now… My stomach felt so cold and empty.

They were going to kill me. I wouldn’t get to see my Wahida again. Or Talib. He was becoming my friend. A wonderful person. Fahima and Rizwana, Duha, Shazi, Fathiyya… I would miss them all.

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

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September 2nd, 2038

The sounds of shooting brought me out of my sleep. It was early the following day. I groaned, feeling groggy. I had such a hard time finding rest. I kept thinking those dark thoughts. Bleak, depressing, hopeless thoughts. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to see my futa-daughters being born. I wanted to hold them in my arms.

Angry shouts echoed. I trembled. Something had gone wrong.

My door exploded open in a burst of splinters. I screamed, kicking at my covers and pressing into the wall. My blonde hair swayed loose about my shoulders. I should cover myself. That strange thought screamed through my fear-addled mind as the dark shape rushed at me, looming, swathed in black.

He shouted something in Arabic and grabbed me, throwing a hood over my head.

This was it. I groaned as the man hauled me out of the room. I wanted to be strong, but the terror was so great. More shouts echoed. I heard the pops of guns. I cringed, my shoulders hunching inward. The strong hand guided me forward as the tears spilled down my face.

I was pushed against something cold. Metal. A car. The door was wrenched open and I was shoved into the backseat. The man hopped into the driver seat. The car started as I shuddered in the back. More gunshots erupted behind me as the car drove forward.

“A-are you…?” I trembled. “I…”

“It’s okay,” the man said, his voice soft. It sounded like the imam. “Take off your hood, Nova.”

I pulled it off, blinking. It was still night. Flashing lights danced behind us. I turned to see cop cars before a building. Figures were surging in. Gunshots cracked inside. I gasped and then looked ahead to see the imam, his shoulders hunched.

“I… I made a mistake. I didn’t know they planned on hurting you. I just wanted you to leave. To never come back, but…” He swallowed and stared back at me with raw eyes. “You were right. I felt jealous. Inadequate. You are so much more than me. Allah created you futas to replace us men. I see it now. We’re too brutal. Too violent.”

“That’s just being human,” I said. “I don’t know if us futas are any better.”

“Your mother, President Woodward, seeks to unite the world. She wants to make peace. End the violence. It is a good idea. That was why I accepted King Njam’s possibility. I wanted a world of peace, but one where Islam survived. It will, through your children. Allah sent your mother to change the world. For all of us. I believe that. I should have embraced it, but I was weak. Scared. I am sorry, Nova.”

“You did the right thing,” I told him, my body trembling. Everything shook. I came so close to… I didn’t want to think about it. “You realized what you were doing was wrong before it was too late. Thank you.”

“No, no, don’t thank me,” he groaned. “This is all my fault. I listened to those men. I… I helped them. Not out of fear, but cowardice. Jealousy.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. I squeezed him. “We all make mistakes. We all do the wrong thing, but… today, you did what as right. I meant it. I will say you were forced. That you didn’t have a choice. I will see you protected.”

His shoulders shook. Then I realized he was crying. He stopped the car and pressed his face into the steering wheel. It wasn’t long before I joined him. I leaned back into the car seat and shuddered, the tears spilling down my cheeks.

I almost died, but he found his way back to being a good man. He made it right. I had to work hard to be a shining example. I had to show the world that futas were important. That we were going to bring about a change. Maybe Allah did send us.

It was as good a reason as any other.

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I emerged from the bathroom bathed and refreshed. It was hours later. I had an emotional day. I had to speak to the police and tell them what happened. Then I saw Talib and Wahida for a few moments before I had to appear with King Njam and his queens, standing with them as he gave a speech about the importance of futas and not letting the fundamentalist hold Saudi Arabia in the past.

Imam Karimi was there, looking stunned. He stammered through an address and wept as he was thanked by the king. I would keep the man’s secret. I wouldn’t tell anyone. Every one of us had that dark jealousy in us. Every one of us could make such a poor decision that might not hurt people physically, but emotionally…

Forgiveness was something important.

Now I was feeling alive. The shock was wearing off. I spent five days as a prisoner. I wasn’t abused, but I was terrified. I thought I would never see my family again. I emerged wrapped up in a dressing gown, my blonde hair wet. I felt alive.

Talib was there. My husband cupped my cheeks, staring into my eyes. “I was so terrified. I had my cousin ripping apart the Kingdom looking for you.”

“He didn’t sleep for days,” Wahida said. She had such a gentle smile on her lips. “When I saw that van drive off…” Tears beaded her eyes.

Talib kissed me on both cheeks then stepped aside. Wahida threw her arms around me. She held me tight, trembling against me. Our lips met in a deep kiss. I held her tight, loving the feel of her against me.

I broke the kiss and stared in her eyes. “I’m here. I’m safe, my Wahida.”

“My shining Nova,” she said, still holding me.

Beyond her, Fahima and Rizwana held each other, staring at me with wide eyes. “Our husband won’t talk about it,” said Rizwana. “They took him, too?”

“To force him to recant his fatwa,” I said. “But he refused. He helped me escape. He was a hero.” The lie came easily. I had forgiven the imam. I didn’t need to cause him more pain. He had saved me, tipped off the police and pulled me out before they could arrive so I wouldn’t be in danger during the raid. “He’s a hero.”

“Wow,” said Fahima.

“I know,” said Rizwana. “Our husband…” She smiled so brightly, such pride in her eyes.

I could never tell them the truth. It would break them. He made a mistake, but he fixed it.

“You must be tired,” said Wahida, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bed. I noticed then that she was wearing a light nightgown, the linen clinging to her dusky body, her flesh bleeding through in spots. Her nipples were dark shadows, and the flesh of her hips and thighs darkened the fabric as the cloth hugged her curves.

“Well, I am tired, but…” My futa-dick throbbed, pressing against my own dressing gown.

“Well, I shall let you rest and leave you in the hands of our wife and our friends,” Talib said. He had a twinkle in his eye. He wouldn’t watch me make love to Rizwana and Fahima out of respect for the imam. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you, my husband,” I said, smiling at him. He was a good man.

“My heart, take care of her,” he said to Wahida.

“Always, my husband,” Wahida purred, smoky passion in her eyes.

He shuddered then slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. The click of the latch made me shudder. A wicked thrill ran through me. My eyes flicked to the three women. Already Rizwana and Fahima were pulling off their hijab, revealing their silky, black hair. So different from my blonde locks.

I didn’t get my futa-mother’s hair coloring, but I got her lusts. My futa-dick was hard now. It had been so many days since I had orgasmed. Not since I discovered the joys of masturbation had I gone longer than half a day without erupting.

Five days… My poor ovaries must be so full, just ready to unload.

I sank down on the bed and groaned as all three stripped naked. My wife pulled off her nightgown, revealing her nude flesh beneath. Her skin had that dusky, olive hue of the Middle East. Not quite brown, but darker than my beige skin. Her eyes were dark, her small breasts perky and delicious. She had a brown birthmark shaped like a heart on her left tit.

The source of Talib’s pet name for her.

My eyes drifted down to her shaved pussy. She was pregnant with my daughter, or so I hoped. My futa-dick throbbed as my eyes flicked to the other two. Fahima and Rizwana had their dresses off. The imam’s wives were both lovely, the older Rizwana ripened to perfection, the younger Fahima a budding flower of delicious delights. They wore colorful bras and panties, Rizwana’s a bright orange with white lace, Fahima’s a passionate red with a black bow on her panties.

Their bras came off together as Wahida caressed her flesh. I licked my lips, my heart pounding as the imam’s wives unveiled their delicious tits. Rizwana had such large, lush breasts. They were so big, so perfect for burying my face into. Fahima had round breasts, her areolas oval, her nipples fat and dusky brown. She had a perkiness to her tits. They swayed as she wiggled out of her panties.

“You three are so beautiful,” I moaned. “I am so glad to have you as my lovers. My wife and friends.”

Rizwana smiled. “Fahima and I are honored. I hope you’ll kindle a child in me, too. I’ve wanted one for a decade, but…”

Fahima shifted. They didn’t like to talk about their husband’s infertility issues. I had a suspicion that Rizwana thought she was the problem for years until the imam married Fahima. When the younger women failed to conceive, it was clearly the imam who had the problem.

Not that he would admit it.

Well, I would give her all the futa-daughters she could want. “Mmm, let’s get her ready for me,” I purred as the three naked wives advanced on the bed, their pussies all shaved and gleaming with her passion. “What do you say?”

“We’re here to take care of you,” said Wahida, grabbing the hem of my nightgown. I shifted, letting her draw it out from beneath my legs and rump. My futa-cock came into sight, throbbing hard as it thrust from my trimmed, blonde bush, my pussy soaked.

“Well, breeding you will take care of me,” I purred. “Help me feel recovered.”

“She just wants to cuckold our husband,” Fahima purred, slipping on the bed on the other side. She grabbed my nightgown, helping Wahida pull it over my breasts.

My round tits came into view, jiggling. I groaned as Rizwana grabbed both my breasts, squeezing them as the others pulled my nightgown over my head. The world went white for a moment then my blonde locks spilled out of the neck hole and around my face.

“I think she does,” Rizwana purred before engulfing one of my pink nipples in her hungry mouth. My cock throbbed and ached as she sucked. This wicked heat shot through me. I groaned, my futa-cock twitching and throbbing.

Her tongue darted around my nub, teasing me. This wanton heat flowed through my body. I groaned, my heart racing. The pleasure twitched and throbbed at the tip of my cock, my pussy clenching as the wicked imam’s wife nursed at my nipple.

“That’s not getting her ready for me,” I moaned. I cupped her face and pulled her mouth off my nipple. “This is.”

I kissed Rizwana hard, savoring the feel of the older woman against my lips. She felt so delicious. So hot and wonderful. My futa-dick throbbed and ached, my pussy clenching as my tongue dueled with hers. My heart raced as I savored this wicked treat I was about to enjoy.

My hands cupped her breasts. I massaged them as I pushed her back. They were so big and pillowy. So soft. My futa-cock, throbbing before me, brushed her stomach. The tip caressed her. Pleasure shot through me. This wicked tingle that had my heart racing. She stretched out on her back her hair piling around her face as my hands squeezed her tits.

They were just so lush and lovely. I broke the kiss, smiling down at her. The older woman had a wicked grin on her lips. She flicked her tongue across them like she was savoring the taste of me. I winked at her then squeezed her tit and ducked down.

I sucked on her nipple.

“Nova!” she moaned, squirming on the bed.

My futa-cock throbbed and ached as her fat nipple filled my lips. A bead of pussy juices ran down my swaying shaft, the ticklish trickle making me moan about her nub. I groaned, my heart racing as I sucked harder. My cheeks hollowed as I loved every bit of her. I savored this wondrous moment, enjoying playing with her.

I sucked harder and harder. My cheeks hollowed. She gasped, her head tossing back and forth as she squirmed on the bed. Her hands clenched as she trembled. Her eyes fluttered. She groaned and moaned.

I nibbled on her. I sucked with hunger on her wonderful nub. Beside us, Wahida and Fahima kissed, their tongues dueling. They moaned as they enjoyed each other, hands playing with the other’s breasts.

It was a delicious sight to watch out of the corner of my eye.

I loved Rizwana’s nipple as my cock throbbed harder and harder. My dick pulsed and ached. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. I sucked hard then my mouth popped off with a wet plop, leaving her pillowy mound jiggling.

“Mmm, Nova, you are such a wicked thing,” she purred. “Thank Allah for sending you to us.”

Fahima broke the kiss with my wife to groan, “Oh, yes. I never would have found these delights with other women.” She smiled. “Especially your miraculous cock.”

“Mmm, yes,” Wahida said, placing her hand on Fatima’s flat belly. “We’re going to have her daughters in nine months.”

“Sisters who shall be so close,” purred Fahima, her eyes sparkling as her hand went to my wife’s belly.

“They need a third,” I said, scooting down Rizwana’s body. I kissed at her dusky stomach as I smooched lower and lower. “Don’t you think?”

“If Allah in his mercy wills it!” moaned Rizwana, her stomach quivering beneath my kiss. The scent of her sweet pussy swelled in my mouth.

“I pray that he does,” I moaned. I licked past her bellybutton, savoring the salt of her skin. She tasted so delicious.

Then I was at her shaved pubic mound. I pushed her thighs apart, her sweet musk filling my nose. It was such a sweet treat to inhale. An intoxicating musk that made me shudder. I took a deep breath, a quiver racing down to my aching futa-dick.

“Ooh, we have to help my futa-wife get your wife ready,” Wahida said, breaking away from Fahima.

“You’re right,” Fahima purred. She turned and then lowered her head. The silk of her hair spilled over Rizwana’s large boob. I heard Fahima latch on and suck.

What a wicked sound.

Wahida shifted over to join me as I leaned into feast on Rizwana’s married pussy. My wife had a bright gleam in her dark eyes. She licked her pink lips, her dusky cheeks blushed bright. I smiled as she settled down beside me, her body rubbing against mine.

Our cheeks pressed together as we nuzzled down and licked at Rizwana’s married twat. The imam’s wife moaned. She shuddered as our tongues danced through her folds. Her sweet musk coated my tongue, making me ache and throb.

I was so lucky to be here. To love these three women.

Tears burned in my eyes for a moment. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. I trembled, then I buried my face back into her twat, licking with Wahida. Our tongues danced past each other, caressing Rizwana’s labia and each other. It was so exciting to brush my wife’s tongue as we ate out the older woman.

“Allah, yes!” groaned the imam’s wife. She shifted on the bed as we feasted on her. “You three… all of you are such houri.”

I smiled. Divine maidens.

My tongue caressed up and down that wonderful slit. I feasted on her, sharing the sweet cream with my wife. Wahida’s cheek rubbed against mine. It was such a wicked thing to feel. My heart raced as I enjoyed her touch. My hips wiggled back and forth. This naughty sensation shot through me.

Juices spilled down my aching futa-cock.

My lips brushed my wife’s as we shared the same pussy. The sweet cream of Wahida anointed our mouths as we kissed. Our tongues darted out, loving each other as we still nuzzled into that juicy pussy. I groaned, my heart racing.

Wahida broke the kiss. “I asked Allah for your safety during all my prayers,” she whispered. “I love you, Nova.”

I kissed her again while Rizwana moaned in delight. I savored kissing my wife for a second, then broke it, turning to the older woman’s twat. My lips latched onto her clit, sucking it. Wahida nuzzled in lower. I think she had her tongue plunging into Rizwana’s depths.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Rizwana moaned. “Oh, you three… You’re getting me ready for Nova’s cock. For her miraculous seed to quicken in my womb!”

She spasmed, gasping in orgasmic delight. My wife squealed in bliss. I knew she was licking and lapping up that sweet delight flooding out of Rizwana’s twat. I shuddered, my futa-dick aching, my pussy clenching in delight.

I sucked hard on Rizwana’s clit, giving her all the pleasure I could. Fahima’s mouth popped off her sister-wife’s nipple. The younger woman trembled in delight. She then did something wild. She threw her leg over Rizwana’s head and straddled her.

“She’s ready!” moaned Fahima, lowering her pussy to her fellow wife’s face. “You have to breed her! Allah sent you to us to give us babies!”

“Yes!” Wahida moaned. “My wife, my sweet Nova, you have to give her that gift.”

“Damn,” I groaned, my mouth popping off that sweet nipple. “You’re right, I do. Allah sent me here with a mission.”

I raised my head. My tongue licked across my lips, gathering up the wonderful cream. This wicked delight surged through me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. This passion pulsed from my pussy to the tip of my girl-cock. I had to be in here.

Wahida rose with me, her face dripping with sweet cream. She shifted to the side as she seized my dick. She stroked my shaft as she kissed me, her lips tasting of delicious pussy. I groaned into her mouth while Fahima whimpered nearby.

“Yes, yes, Wahida’s lining up Nova’s cock at your pussy, my delight,” moaned Fahima. Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed her squirming on her fellow wife’s mouth. “She’s going to breed you, Allah willing!”

I broke the kiss with my wife and moaned, “Allah willing!”

My wife grinned at me as she pressed my cock against the hot, silky embrace of Rizwana’s pussy. I groaned at the caress of the older woman’s silky flesh against my dick’s crown. My breasts quivered, my blonde hair swaying about my face.

Wahida leaned in, nuzzling aside my blonde hair, and whispered into my ear, “Breed her, my love. My beautiful Nova. Explode in her.”

“Yes!” I moaned and thrust forward.

I rammed to the hilt in Rizwana’s married twat. The imam’s wife squealed into Fahima’s snatch. I shuddered, that wonderful, juicy delight engulfed me. I savored being in a woman’s pussy again. I survived. I had another chance to breed a sexy wife.

“Allah, thank you!” I moaned to the creator of all. He made futas. He gave us these wonderful dicks so we could please his women. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Breed my sister-wife!” groaned Fahima. She leaned forward and cupped my breasts. She squeezed them. Her fingers dug into my flesh. I groaned, trembling as she massaged my pale tits. “Give her the gift you gave me.”

“Yes!” I moaned and leaned forward.

I kissed one of the imam’s wives as I fucked the other. Fahima’s lips melted against mine. She tasted Rizwana on me, that juicy flavor that currently bathed my thrusting futa-dick. I slammed forward hard, my cock burying over and over into juicy twat. My breasts jiggled.

My pussy clenched. This wild, wanton, wicked heat surged over me. I groaned, my tongue dueling with Fahima’s. The younger woman whimpered into the kiss as Rizwana feasted on Fahima’s pussy. My girl-dick throbbed as I buried over and over into the older woman.

“Yes, yes, breed her, my exploding star,” groaned Wahida. Her head ducked down. I gasped as she sucked on my nipple.

Rapture shot down to my pussy. My hole tightened, my ovaries growing full with cum. I shuddered, burying hard and fast into Rizwana’s pussy. Her silky pussy gripped me. I kissed her fellow wife hard, growing dizzy from the pleasure surging through my body.

So much delight. So much passion. It was incredible. I loved it. I reveled in all the pleasure. My tongue dueled with Fahima’s, my cock pumped over and over into Rizwana’s twat, and Wahida sucked on my nipple. All these delights surged through me, building the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

Rizwana’s pussy gripped my cock.

Massaged my throbbing tip.

The pressure built and built with every thrust into her pussy. I churned her up as I kissed her fellow wife. Rizwana moaned, feasting on Fahima’s twat. The older woman groaned and gasped as I buried into her.

“Mmm, cum in her,” Wahida moaned between suckles on my nipple. “Flood her.”

I broke the kiss with Fahima to moan, “Yes!”

“Give her a baby!” moaned Fahima. Her head darted down, nuzzling at my other breast. “Breed my sister-wife!”

“I will!” I groaned, the pleasure surging through my body. This wicked, wild heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I pumped away hard. Fast. I buried into a juicy cunt. I savored every hot plunge into a wicked passion. The heat rippled down my shaft and filled my pussy. I groaned, my heart racing. Passion surged through me with every plunge into Rizwana’s cunt. Two hungry mouths sucked at my nipple.

It was incredible to feel. To experience. Fahima and Wahida sucked and nibbled and teased my nubs. Their tongues caressed my areolas. Their lips sealed around my nipples. They sucked and teased and made me tremble.

Jolts of delight zapped down to my cock reaming Rizwana’s pussy.

I came closer and closer to spilling into her pussy. To pumping her full of my cum. I groaned, the heat growing, aching, swelling in me. This wicked, wild heat. It was incredible. Wonderful. It was the best thing in the world.

I groaned and gasped as I thrust forward faster. I pounded Rizwana, my breasts jiggling as the two hungry wives sucked on my nipples. Their black hair swept together. Their dark eyes stared up at me as they nursed on my pink nubs.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, coming closer and closer to erupting.

Fahima moaned. Her eyes widened. She moaned around my nub, squealing with pleasure.

“Drown me!” Rizwana moaned, her pussy squeezing around my cock as I plunged into her depths. “Flood me!”

I realized Fahima was cumming.

It was so hot. I trembled. Her moans around my nipples sent delight shooting to the tip of my cock. That wonderful ache swelled as I plowed through the married woman’s pussy. I wanted to hold out, to let the imam’s wife cum first, but…

Five days.

“Allah, thank you for your mercy!” I howled.

I exploded in Rizwana’s married twat.

“She is cumming in me!” the older woman moaned.

Fahima and Wahida both popped their mouths off my nipples. Wahida kissed me, arms locked around my neck. I dueled my tongue with hers while my cum spurted hot and fast into Rizwana’s fertile pussy.

“Yes, yes, breed my wife!” moaned Fahima, trembling through her own orgasm, still. “Give her Allah’s gift!”

“Yes!” Rizwana moaned.

Her pussy spasmed around my erupting cock. The delight firing from my girl-dick increased. That wonderful pleasure surged up through my body, mixing with the waves of bliss washing out of my convulsing twat.

Cream flooded hot down my thighs. I clutched Wahida to me, kissing my wife as my cum boiled into another woman’s flesh. I groaned and shuddered. This amazing passion surged through me. It spurted out of me again and again.

It was an incredible treat. An amazing delight. I felt dizzy with it. It was incredible. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to keep spurting out of me. This awesome passion. I loved Wahida while I gave Rizwana what she wanted.

Her pussy milked me dry as my wife pushed me back.

I held her tight as she pressed down to the bed. My cock popped out of Rizwana’s pussy, a final blast of cum spurting out. I had no idea where t landed. Wahida clutched me tight as she squirmed atop me. I felt something wet on my face.

Her tears.

She broke the kiss, her eyes swimming with passion. “You’re really here.”

“Really here,” I whispered, stroking her face. I brushed back her tears. “I won’t ever leave you. I love you, Wahida.”

My wife kissed me. At that moment, I knew it was all worth it. The risk coming to the Middle East, my kidnapping, the potential for future danger. It was all worth it to find this woman. She was delicious, delightful. I loved her so much. Allah had brought us together.

He had given me a miracle, too. He brought me back to my wife.

I squeezed her rump, massaging and kneading her as she squirmed atop me. Her tongue dueled with mine. She loved me back while my still-hard cock nudged at her pregnant pussy. I shuddered as she wiggled.

As her pussy engulfed my cock, I knew I was home for good.

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December 23rd, 2038

“What an ordeal,” said Amelia as I sat with her on the couch on the brightly lit stage of her talk show. “I can’t believe it. How brave it was for Imam Karimi to break free of your captors and rescue you.”

“He risked everything to save me,” I said. Over the last few months, he had worked tirelessly to make up for his mistake. What little resent I had faded. Especially with both his wives pregnant with my daughters.

The ultrasounds were conclusive. They were futas. I was about to have my first three children. Nothing compared to my futa-mother, Becky Woodward, but I was doing my part to make the futa-future a reality.

“It was, but it was so worth it,” I said. “The Muslim world is becoming so welcoming to futas. Trust me, there are plenty of men who are eager to see their wives writhing in passion with one of Allah’s miraculous futas.” I stared at the cameras. “My half-sisters out there, I knew a few of you are watching. Don’t be afraid of the Middle East. Help make it a better place with me. Do not let fear hold you back from changing the world. It is important.”

“It sounds like it,” said Amelia. “Well, that is all the time we have. It has been a great pleasure to get to know you, Nova.”

“Yes, it has, Amelia,” I purred, my eyes flicking up and down her body. I bet my husband would love to watch Wahida and me make love to Amelia. Wouldn’t that be a wild treat? “Thank you for having me on your show.”

“For those who have come in late, as always, our shows are archived so you can watch them on the go. Nova Alfarsi and her remarkable story about being the first futa-convert to Islam will soon be a book. You’ll be able to buy it to all online stores and on your favorite eReading app.”

I smiled at the stage.

The camera lights went out.

“Oh, what a great interview,” Amelia said, standing up. “I hope we can do it again.”

“As do I,” I said. “Do you have plans for tonight. I am sure Talib would love to take you out to dinner with us. He has reservations at this charming restaurant he knows of.”

Amelia smiled. “And what would be for dessert?”

“Oh, I think Wahida and I could whip you up something delicious,” I purred, “back in our hotel room.”

“Sounds great. Talk to my assistant, and she’ll work it out.”

I smiled and nodded. Then I turned around, adjusting my hijab as I headed to where my spouses watched off stage. They were both smiling. I didn’t love love Talib, but he had become like a brother to me. A friend. We shared a woman, and that brought people together.

“You were brilliant, my wife,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and giving me two friendly kisses on the cheek, his beard scratching.

I didn’t know how Wahida could stand kissing him or having him eat her out.

“Yes, you were,” my wife said, cupping my face with her delicate hands. She leaned in and planted a warm, welcoming kiss on my mouth. It was hot and delicious. Her round belly, swollen with our futa-daughter, pressed into my stomach.

My futa-cock ached beneath my dress.

“So, I just got off the phone with my cousin,” said Talib.

“The U.S. ambassador?” I asked. My husband was a member of the Saudi Royal family. There were a lot of cousins.

He nodded. “While you were being interviewed, he was contacted by two of your futa-sisters inquiring about coming to the Middle East.”

I trembled. It was a start to helping my mother’s dream of the united world come closer and closer to happening. I would do my part no matter the dangers. I had to make a future for my futa-daughters to grow up in peace and safety.

The END of This Story of the Daughters of World’s First Futa

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Hannah has quite the question to ask Miranda.

I opened the door to the hallway and took a deep breath. “Crap, this floozy has my heart ready to break out of my chest,” I whispered before walking in there.

I strolled down to the end of the hall towards where our door was. Although, I stopped about at the twenty-foot mark, and leaned my back on the wall.

I dug into my pocket and pulled it out. “Why do I love Miranda so much? She is a psycho bitch, but I can’t picture my life without her now,” I muttered, bringing it to my lips.

I kissed it. “If I’m willing to give the hussy this ring, I guess I love her more than any other woman, besides my mom. I never thought of doing this with Barb, Erica or any other ex-girlfriend. I hated Miranda for the first couple years I knew her because she was the cheer captain and a tart to me. I don’t think it was because she confessed her crush, but maybe it was the hate sex we had.”

I glared at the ring for a moment in silence.

“Shit,” I sobbed, rubbing my face. “I’m crying because I just don’t know what to do. I love Miranda and don’t want anyone else, but she cheated,” I pointed out, lowering my hand. “Despite that, I still love her, and she knows how to keep my motor going. I guess the crazier the chick is, the better she is in bed. If I love her so much and don’t desire to be with another woman, then why isn’t this the easiest decision to make?”

I remained in that spot for a few more minutes, but didn’t speak a word. I felt my heart, and it was looking to burst out of my chest. I felt tingles because I wanted to do it, but my brain knew it wasn’t that simple.

I clenched my hand with the ring and hit my palm. “Fuck it, you only get one ‘Miranda’ in a lifetime,” I grumbled before I put my ring back into my pocket.

I stretched out and took in another deep breath. “Here goes nothing,” I said, prior to ambling to the door.

As I got closer to the door, I jiggled around a little bit more, and my nerves felt to being poked at by a needle. Although, I wasn’t about to stop because of that.

On the other hand, I halted at the three-foot mark. “What the hell, do I hear something going on in there?” I questioned before I calmly closed the gap and placed my right ear on the door.

“Oh, fuck, Miranda, you are some crazy lady,” I heard a woman moan.

I closed my eyes halfway. “Was that Mia? The chick from our old apartment complex?”

“Yes, eat my pussy as Barb eats yours, psycho bitch.”

I slanted my head back and covered my face with both hands. “Is my psycho bitch girlfriend cheating with both Mia and Barb in our office right now? Could she really be that stupid?”

I brought my hands down and bit down on my bottom lip. I peeked down at the handle and calmly grabbed onto it.

I turned it and lazily cracked the door open. “Yes, I recognize Barb’s ass anywhere, they have that three woman chain going on,” I sobbed before opening the door. “What the hell, Miranda?!” I roared, walking in there.

I came to her and slapped her ass. “You are cheating on me with Barb and Mia? You psycho bitch, how could you do this to me?” I cried, putting my hands up.

She looked right at me. “Babe, I’m sorry, I was planning on surprising you,” Miranda wept, getting off the desk.

“Oh, you surprised me, Miranda. I thought we had an agreement: you’d tell me if you wanted to see someone else. You certainly forgot to mention this, but I’ve noticed that you haven’t asked for permission in months now. Have you been seeing them behind my back?” I inquired, placing my hands on my hips.

“I would never deceive you, Hanna,” Miranda replied before she kissed me and wrapped her arms around me. “Please don’t be mad.”

I shoved her away. “Seriously, what the hell, Miranda? We’ve been in a committed relationship for almost two years now, and you are still pulling this psycho bitch bullshit.”

She stood naked and just cried for a moment. I peeked back at her desk and noticed both Mia and Barb seemed worried too, but they were holding each other.

“I just wanted to surprise you with a foursome, that’s all,” Miranda explained, closing the gap and placing her palms on my thighs. “We’ve had sex in here many times before, and I just thought it would be hot to invite them in here. You could have three different pairs of boobs to glance at, you know what I mean?” she pondered, placing her hands on my butt.

“It is true, Hannah. We were waiting in here for about forty minutes before our pussies got the better of us. It wasn’t even Miranda’s idea for us to start doing it before you came back,” Barb pointed out. 

I noticed Mia getting off the desk too, and she came to my right side. “Hannah, we all know how much you love her, so don’t be upset,” she advised me, prior to pecking my cheek. “She is an incredible woman, and you should hold onto her.”

“I respect your opinion, Mia, but this is between us, and not you or Barb,” I informed Mia, peeking at her.

She put her hands up and slowly backed away. I looked back into Miranda’s teary eyes, and my hand also made its way down onto the pocket in my skirt.

I bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds before I brought my hands up. “Why are you such a psycho bitch, Miranda? Do you have that gene in your DNA? I guess that’s why, but this is too much, Miranda,” I informed her, shaking my head no. “Barb and Mia are beyond sexy ladies, but I’ve never thought of being with them or any other woman since we started our weird relationship,” I related to her before taking her hands. “You’ve always been more than enough woman for me, but you’ve proven that I’m not enough woman for you.”

She had tears forming on her face every couple seconds. “Please don’t break up with me, Hannah. Don’t let this mistake be the end of us; I know we can make it work. If you want me to commit to you, I will. I swear I’ll cut myself off from every single other person on the face of the planet if you want me to. I just want you, that’s all,” she pleaded before she kissed me. “I’m at your mercy now, Hannah.”

I covered my face again. ‘Oh, Miranda is the craziest chick I’ve ever met and probably ever will. And to think I was torturing myself on whether or not to propose. What was I thinking? Oh, now she is encasing her arms around me.’

We held our positions for a moment, and everyone failed to speak. I felt my anger going down a bit, but I was still pissed off. After that moment, I uncovered my face and broke away from Miranda gradually, but I still didn’t talk.

“Shit, you are still upset,” she whined, breaking eye contact.

“Yes, Miranda, regardless of what your intentions were, you cheated on me. I let you get away with it once, but I won’t allow it to happen again,” I informed her, shaking my head.

“So you are breaking up with me?” she sobbed, slanting her head down.

I viewed her cry as if she just lost a family member and then my hand calmly found my ring through my skirt again.

I took in a deep breath. “I don’t know, Miranda. I love you, but I hate you right now,” I answered, waving my hands around. “I swear I’ve never loved anyone quite like you, but you are a psycho bitch,” I branded her, grabbing her arms. “I just don’t know how this is gonna work between us. You can’t keep cheating and always be so insecure about our relationship.”

“What are you talking about?”

I took a deep breath, let go of her and hit my palm. “We’re still inseparable for the most part, that’s why we’re both working in this office. You sold us as a package deal to our boss. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with you and having sex in here constantly, but it is at the cost of us having our own lives. I can’t see anyone without you tagging along, not even my mom. It is like you think I’m going to bail on you if I just want some time away,” I explained before a pause and began walking back towards the door. “Just give me a couple of days away, Miranda. This time, I think we need some time apart. If you want to screw Barb and Mia here, then do it. I’m not gonna guilt trip you; I just want you to be happy. Although, I’m not sure at all that we’re gonna last forever at this pace.”

“Are you saying I haven’t lost you?” Miranda asked, wiping away her tears.

“You haven’t lost me, but I’m leaving now, Miranda. Do not you follow me out, text, call or contact me in any way until I contact you. Do you understand?”

“No, can’t we just talk about this?” she asked, coming to me again. “I swear, I’m a changed woman, I’ll give you space if that’s what you want. I’ll get a different job if you want me to, Hannah. I’ll be fully faithful to you, so I will even close my eyes when there is nudity in movies if you’d like. I only want to see you naked for the rest of my life,” she made clear before taking my hands and pulling my lips to hers.

We made out for a moment, but I failed to close my eyes. ‘I have no idea what to make of this witch, but I’m still quite upset,’ I thought, prior to pushing Miranda off me. “No, we just need some time apart,” I objected, leaving my hands up. “We know we love each other, but you hurt me. At the very least, I should be able to count on you to be faithful to me,” I sobbed. “I want to be more a woman you can sleep with; I want to be your…” I explained before I suddenly halted my words, clenched my fists and bit my bottom lip.

“What, Hannah?” Miranda cried, washing away her tears.

 I shed quite a few of my own tears then as we just eyeballed one another.

“I don’t think either of us knows what we want, Miranda,” I put on the record before I turned around.

“What does that mean, Hannah? What was the end of that sentence, you want to be my, what?” Miranda questioned, grabbing my arm. “We both know that I’m capable of listening, so please tell me. If you love me at all as of this very moment, then finish that sentence.”

I held my position for a moment as my heart began pumping into overdrive again. I slanted my head down and shook it a few times too.

“I swear if you tell me that you are ending things with me, I will throw a hissy fit so massive; you’ll want to beat the living shit out of yourself for not just going back to your place and showering there that first day. I’ll create the biggest scene you can imagine, Hannah. So don’t you dare tell me we’re over,” she explained before she took a deep breath and wiped her forehead. “You are my angel, and I’m your psycho bitch. There is no way that we’re ending this over me getting busy with Barb and Mia just ten minutes early. I won’t let it happen; you have to know it is true.”

My head arched back up, “Miranda, I’m not pulling the rip cord, but I’m gonna stay with my mom until Sunday,” I let her know before I kissed her one more time and gathered my stuff.

I turned around and went to the door without making eye contact with anyone.

As I was ready to walk out, I glanced at Miranda one more time. “Miranda, if you run after me naked, I will lose it. I’m not breaking up with you right now, but if you pull your classic move, you might just get me to yank it. I love you more than the day is long around here, but you can’t just pull this shit and get away with it. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Okay, are you entirely confident you’ll still want to cuddle with me as we watch The Walking Dead Sunday night?”

“Just respect my wishes, and maybe I will,” I replied, opening the door. “Goodbye, Miranda,” I said before I left.

I calmly strolled out into the hallway and shut the door without peeking back at them. I stopped just a couple feet down there and leaned my back on the wall.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” I sobbed, hiding my face. “I feel even worse than last time.”

I grieved for a moment and just stayed right there. I didn’t hear anyone else walking around, but after that moment, I just began ambling towards the door.

I mopped away my tears again as I reached the end of the hallway. “Fuck, I can’t believe I was thinking of proposing,” I fretted, prior to opening the door to the stairwell.

I failed to step into that area just yet.

First I glanced back my office door. “Proposing should be the easiest thing imaginable, but the psycho bitch complicated it.”

I continued to look at the door for a moment, but I didn’t speak a word. Suddenly, the door flung open.

I saw Miranda’s melons come out yet again. “No,” I protested, pointing at her. “Beam your ass back in there, Miranda! Do not do it, just don’t!”

She began walking rather quickly towards me. “Make me!”

I bit my bottom lip and just went into the stairway area. I didn’t say a word, but I thought of every single mean word imaginable. My eyes were wide open, and I moved as quickly as I could without risking tripping down the stairs.

I made it down six floors as my heart just continued to pump harder and harder. Even with the air conditioning, I felt my body getting rather drenched, everywhere from feet, all the way up to my forehead.

“Hey, Hannah!” Miranda yelped.

I made to the door that led outside and grabbed the handle. Although, I couldn’t just open it. Before I knew it, I heard the slight footsteps on the final steps of the stairwell. I leaned my head back and shed more tears, but my hand wouldn’t open the door.

“Hannah, you never uttered the words, ‘Miranda, I forgive you.’.”

I breathed rather heavily in efforts to catch my breath, but I didn’t turn to her. I heard her trying to do the same thing, but after only a few seconds, I felt her hand on my shoulder. No words became spoken, but of course, our actions said everything.

“If you love me, Hannah, then tell me you forgive me. You never actually said the words.”

I let out a deep breath and calmly turned to her. “I swear, I will forgive you if you just go back to the office right now. Have Mia or Barb give you a ride back.”

“What about us, I don’t want you to just to go your mom’s place and become more angry with me. Call me crazy, but I don’t think she likes me. I just know she is going to tell you to dump me. Please, come home tonight, and we can talk about this. Barb and Mia won’t be there, and we can just be there for one another. Just let us hold each other and listen to each other’s heartbeats. You’ll be able to see how mournful I am.”

“Until when though, Miranda? Am I seriously going to find out the hard way that you did it with my mom next? You’ve done this twice now, so what is to stop you? How can I trust you to control yourself? You seem like a chocolate fiend surrounded by it in a locked room. How are we ever gonna have kids with a relationship like this? Are you really confident that you only want me, both emotionally and physically?”

“Yes, Hannah. Let’s face it; we work because hated each other so much before. We’ve never talked about having kids, but I’d love to have them with you.”

“Okay,” I said before taking a deep breath. “I swear to you, just give me until Sunday night. I’ll come back, and you can apologize a million times, we can talk about having kids someday, and we’ll watch the show. We can do it naked or fully clothed. Then we can have mind blowing sex six million times if you want. We can just call in sick Monday and just fuck each other in every possible way, but you have to let me go,” I explained, putting my fists up. “I just need some time, please, give me a couple of days.”

I just watched her cry for a moment. ‘She is effectively tweaking my nerves now. Why, why, why do I love her so much?’

“Tell me you rather cut your legs and arms off than break up with me, Hannah,” she sobbed, jiggling around.

“You are standing out here naked when anyone could come out and see you. Why must you just make a case for you being a stupid tart?” I questioned, putting my hands up.

“Cheating on you was beyond dumb, because we always have mind blowing sex, whether it is in the morning, afternoon or night,” she listed, gradually strolling to me.

She took my hands and kissed me. “I… love… you, Hannah. We can stop having sex; I don’t care, I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I let her know before I kissed her. “Now I’m gonna go,” I mentioned, prior to walking away.

I couldn’t help, but to peek back at her. ‘She is balling now, but she did this.’

“Goodbye, Miranda,” I said before I went out the door.

I immediately looked for my car. “There is the sex box; we did fuck on top of it twice now,” I mumbled, walking to it.

I arrived at the driver’s side door, but I didn’t pull out the key just yet. I placed my right hand on the window and closed my eyes. I instantly pictured our past sexual escapades, and I couldn’t help, but to lick my lips and quiver somewhat.

I placed my other hand on my crotch. “Miranda, I couldn’t possibly love and hate you more right now. You are the dumbest psycho bitch in the world; I don’t know how anyone else could surpass you. My panties are soaked, you should feel happy about that, but how heartbroken you have me right now, you should feel horrible for that. I swear, I don’t think I’ll ever have a better emotional and physical relationship with someone else, but cheating is a dealbreaker,” I explained before my hand slithered onto my pocket.

I calmly pulled out the ring again and looked at it for a moment.

“Are you okay?” a woman asked, coming to me.

“Yes, I’m just having a moment with myself, Jackie,” I answered, glancing at her.

“Well, you are holding an engagement ring, so I agree, you need to think about it.”

“No, I disagree,” I mentioned, turning to her. “Shouldn’t it be the easiest thing to decide? You know you love them and they love you, so if you already bought the ring, shouldn’t you just do it? Plan it out of course, but just do it and not fight with yourself?”

Jackie featured a blank face. “I have no idea, but good luck to you,” she chuckled before she left.

I kept my eyes on the ring for a moment and shed a couple of tears too. “Oh, I love you, Miranda. You are a giant hussy, but my heart belongs to you. It just does, I guess. I have other people walking through here as I’m just standing here. Maybe I’m like you and just don’t care if people watch. I’m not naked, but still, I’m just standing here having a heartfelt moment. Maybe Jackie just told people that I’m thinking about proposing. I know we’ve kept our relationship a secret, but I’m sure at least a few people have figured it out. We have our door locked all the time, so I know that some people have put those pieces together.”

I closed my eyes for a moment and held the ring in my right fist.

“I’m not letting you break us up!” I heard Miranda shout.

 

“And there she is,” I murmured, putting the ring back into my pocket.

I wiped away my tears and stood in front of my car.

“Right here, psycho bitch,” I announced, waving my right hand.

She quickly found me and came right to me. “Even if I have to fuck you nonstop for three hours straight with more people watching us again,” she said before she stopped in front of me and kissed me. “I’ll do it to win you back.”

Her arms went around me, and her lips parted from mine. “I’m not losing you. Not today, tomorrow, not ever,” she cried, shaking her head. “Any questions?”

“Yes, what took you so long?” I pondered, bringing my hands to her butt. “You are three minutes late.”

“We tried to talk her out of it,” Mia answered, strolling towards us.

I looked at her. “What, are you and Barb a thing now?”

“Yes, we’re kind of in a serious relationship now too. Thanks to your girlfriend, she introduced us,” Barb responded before they turned to each other and began making out.

I looked back at Miranda. “You are my psycho bitch girlfriend, so it wouldn’t be right if we didn’t have our make up sex out here,” I mentioned before I brought her down with me.

Our arms went around one another, and we superglued our lips together. I didn’t even look around at the people this time, but I knew they were there.

“Hey, it is just a lesbian couple getting ready to have make-up sex on their car! There is nothing to see here!” Mia yelled.

 After a five minute make out session, I gently pushed Miranda off me. “Don’t ever let me break us up.”

“Not as long as I’m in love with you, Hannah. You are my angel, my queen, and my entire world. Now, I’m going to pleasure you as people watch again. Even if we get fired, all we need is each other. We’ll just get other jobs,” she mentioned, prior to leaning up off me.

She immediately helped me up and brought her hands to my skirt. She got it off me and then she ripped off my blouse too.

“How about this,” she murmured, positioning her hands on my back. “How you like to have a threesome with them?”

“No, I just want my psycho bitch, that’s all.”

“Fair enough,” she said, throwing my bra.

Her hands dropped to my thong, and she yanked it right off me. “Yes, I love this outfit on you, Hannah. I loved it even before that first day,” she moaned before she turned to Mia.

I saw Mia hand the psycho bitch our strap on, and she immediately put it on.

She came back to the car, but sat next to me. “Come here, and be my cowgirl.”

“Yes, please do that, sexy lady,” a man groaned.

“Fuck off, asshole!” Barb yelped.

“Yes, our girlfriends are having make-up sex, so get lost!” Mia added.

I granted her request and positioned myself right over her with my face to hers. She guided the dildo right into my slit, and our boobs came together.

We both looked at each other. “I guess we have another lesbian couple to hang out with too and we have them standing behind us too.”

“Yes, but shut up now, Hannah. This psycho bitch is trying to fuck you now,” she moaned, placing her hands on my butt.

She instantly began thrusting the dildo in and out of my slit.

‘We have the car rocking already, but we’re leaving nothing to the imagination. Once again, we’re having sex right out in the open. Fuck, I don’t know what to make of her, but I love her. Congratulations, Miranda, you have the summer sun beating down on me again with witnesses.’

I placed my hands on her shoulders, and then we put a small gap between us. Once again, we could have peeked down at one another’s breasts, but our eye contact was stable and not about to break.

My pussy dispensed out juice rather rapidly and I bit down on my bottom lip too. Needless to say, my psycho bitch girlfriend always knew what buttons to press at the right moment. She still managed to get the dildo in as far it could go and pleasure me.

“Yes, sweet, Mia, eat that pussy while our girlfriends fuck each other,” Barb moaned.

Even as we heard those words and could easily visualize the sexy action, neither of us looked away from each other.

“I only wish we could go to our first college and let all those other cheerleaders see us. I would certainly want them to see us now, whether we were naked or not. They should know just how much we love each other. I would fuck you right in front of our male and female classmates until the sun goes down, there is no shame in admitting it. Even when we’re in our fifties, Hannah, I still want to us to be in love. I’ll still be more than eager to get you off, every single night,” she elucidated before she kissed me. “Literally nothing can compare to the feelings I have for you, Hannah.”

“You want to be with me into our fifties?”

“Until the day one of us dies, Hannah. Then when the other dies, I want to both go to our personal heavens, where we’ll be together forever. All throughout eternity.”

“That’s a long time, at least twice as long as the run time of the movie Titanic, are you sure you want me for that long?”

“Yes, and there, we can go on for days, if not weeks, months or years. We’ll just be together, having sex, shopping for shit where we don’t have to pay, or watching a never ending movie marathon of the Die Hard films, Dirty Dancing, and The Notebook. When we cuddle, even in our old age, I’ll still have my hand slither into your panties so I can finger fuck you.”

“Okay, but fuck The Notebook, after we die, I’m never watching that movie again. It is both of our heavens, Miranda.”

All of the sudden, she began shedding tears briskly. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you, Miranda,” I made clear, wrapping my arms around her.

We held each other for a moment and rubbed each other’s backs.

“I will fuck you some more in a minute, but I just want us to hold each other for right now.”

“Don’t worry; I love the sexy bitch side of you too. You don’t have to be a 100% psycho bitch.”

“Are you sure?” she questioned, leaning her head back. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, as long as you’ll stay with me.”

“I will,” I whispered, getting off her.

I lied down on the side of her and put my legs up in the air. “Although, right now, you have to stick that dildo back into this cherry you seem to love so much.”

“I will,” she moaned, positioning herself up.

She brought the head right to my twat and looked at me again. “Maybe we’ll go to jail, and we’ll get to have sex there too. That would be a hot memory,” she pointed out before the dildo sought shelter inside my pussy.

“Yes, Miranda, show me how much you love me and let the entire thing in there,” I moaned, slanting my head back.

“Damn, this is hot,” Mia muttered.

I failed to look at them, but I knew both Barb and Mia were close by and watching us. I felt Miranda thrusting the dildo at a slow, but pleasurable speed. Every time it went back in, I had just a small twitch, but I managed not to throw her off course.

“Are you crying, babe, am I hurting you?” she asked, halting the dildo.

“No,” I replied, peeking at her. “Keep fucking me slowly. Just remember this day, Miranda.”

“I will, I always remember days I have sex outside quite fondly,” she whispered, caressing my butt.

We looked at each other for some time, completely aware of our surroundings, but we didn’t let it bother us at all. The intimacy remained stable and be both blew kisses to each other a few times too. Nothing and no one seemed to compare to her, and I seemed to love that at the moment.

 “Even when we’re in our sixties, are you still going to find me attractive enough to fuck me?” she pondered.

“Yes.”

She leaned off me and let the dildo slide out. “You want to stay with this psycho bitch?”

“Yes.”

“Turn over and let me thank you,” she muttered, rubbing the dildo.

I did as she commanded and peeked back at her. “Fuck me if you are gonna fuck me, bitch. All these people want to see.”

“Damn right I do,” we heard a female voice respond.

We both looked to the side. “Hi, Ms. Good,” we both greeted her with guilty faces.

“Oh, I knew you two were a thing, why else would the door be locked so often?” she pondered before a pause. “What, even the blonde curly haired boss is a horny woman,” she moaned, letting her right hand slither into her skirt.

That didn’t stop her; she just inserted the rubber dick right into my pussy. “I’ll fuck you right in front of our boss, it is just the kind of psycho bitch I am,” Miranda muttered, placing her hands on my butt.

As she began thrusting, my eyes closed and my head slanted back too. ‘Holy shit, even our boss likes us. Maybe it is just Miranda; she might be a sexy magnet.’

The car began shaking a bit, and my slit already started hurting. Of course, the emotional spike was worth everything. I had no idea how much many other people were out there, but we had a cheering section.

“Come on, fuck your woman like you mean it!” I heard a male yell.

“Yes, do it and make her cum,” a female added.

I couldn’t look around; as I became just lost in Miranda’s pleasuring sex. I felt the dildo inside me a million times before, but with the added exhibition effect, she left paralyzed to some extent. All I could do was stand firm and fight the pleasure as much as I could.

“Take it, Hannah, take it. Take all you can right now because you love me. We’re both covered in sweat and getting worn out, but these people want a show. Let those titties shake around down there and keep moaning too. I’m not gonna stop until everyone is satisfied,” she explained, shoving it into my slit. “I love fucking you doggie style.”

“And maybe I can join you two sometime,” Ms. Good pointed out, lying on the side of me. “I know I have nice tits to stare at and I knew my way around a woman too.”

“You are naked, Ms. Good,” I muttered, looking at her.

“You can look, but not touch, Hannah. If I’m not allowed, then you aren’t either.”

“Too bad, but you two and your lesbian friends are quite lovely.”

“Thank you,” Mia said.

“Tell me you love me, Hannah” Miranda ordered me, slapping my ass.

“I love you, Miranda,” I sobbed somewhat. “I love you more than you know. Every time I see you at work, home or anywhere else, I remember how much I adore you now.”

“Tell me more, Hannah. Why do you love me so much?”

“I guess because you are you, Miranda. I don’t know why exactly, but I’m in love with you,” I cried, dragging my breasts on the car.

“It is alright, sweet Hannah,” Miranda moaned, rubbing my ass. “I accept you for who you are, just as you accept me. I acknowledge that love and want you to know that it is worth it,” she whispered, leaning down on me.

We both just felt one another in silence for a moment. We also caught our breaths and enjoyed the intimacy.

“Damn, my psycho bitch power is wearing off now, I don’t want to have sex out here, I just want to hold you now in private.”

I smiled, and she wrapped her arms around me. We still heard plenty of chatter going on, but we just enjoyed the intimate moment.

“Oh, you two are in love,” Ms. Good moaned.

“Yes, we are,” Miranda added.

She calmly let the dildo out and then I arched my back up.

I turned to her and kissed her. “You are my rock.”

“I guess that makes you my diamond.”

“Oh,” Ms. Good let out.

I was sure our boss was letting out her lady juice on the car, but we kept our eyes together.

“You mean everything to me, Hannah. I swear, I will never ever cheat on you again,” she made clear, placing her hand on my cherry. “I can’t risk losing you again.”

“Maybe we can invite the boss at least once, but that’s it. She does seem to be supportive of us.”

Suddenly, I felt my heart was to pop out. “Shit, the cops are here!” I roared, widening my eyes.

We looked around and saw a couple of squad cars with the lights on come towards my car.

“Shit, we might be going down together for real, hun,” Miranda said, wrapping her arms around me.

Most the people skedaddled, but our boss and lesbian friends stayed behind. Cops from both cars got out and strolled over to us.

“I swear, I’ll never break up with you,” I cried, shaking nonstop.

“Dare I ask: what is going on here?” the first officer asked.

Everyone stayed quiet for a moment.

She smooched my forehead. “Do not take away anyone else, officers, just me,” Miranda pleaded, turning to them.

They were both guys seeming to be in the forties, and they couldn’t help, but to check out the nude female figures that stood before them.

“And why should we do that?” the second officer asked. “You five ladies are naked in public, and we can’t just get away with indecent exposure. Besides, you are having sexual intercourse, that’s a big no-no, ladies.”

Miranda walked to the first one with her hands together. “My girlfriend and I were just making up, and our friends and boss just got comfortable. Please, just take me away,” she cried, putting her hands out. “She caught me cheating, and I chased her out here naked. I can’t let this come between us; she means everything to me.”

“Then why did you cheat on her?” the first officer asked, crossing his arms.

She slanted her head down. “Simply put: I’m a psycho bitch. Please, just take me, officers. I’ll do anything.”

They both looked at each other for a moment. “No, we want all five of you,” the second officer mentioned, pointing at all of us.

I came up with her. “I’m with her,” I said, putting my hands up.

“Us too,” Mia added as the rest of them came up with me.

They both chuckled for a moment.

“So, you two are in love then?” the second officer pondered, pointing at us.

“Yes, she is my angel, even though we once hated each other,” Miranda answered, encasing her arms around me again.

No one said a word for a couple of minutes as they failed to look away from us. I had no idea what to think, but I couldn’t calm my heart down to save my life. All five of us nude ladies did start to shed tears, but we all stood our ground.

“Okay, Miranda,” the first officer said, coming towards her. “If that’s what you want, we’ll just take you,” he announced, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

He put them on her with her hands behind her back, and I couldn’t stop crying to save my life.

“I love you, psycho bitch.”

“I love you too, babe. I love you so much; I couldn’t describe it to you.”

“Okay, you had your tearful moment,” the second officer pointed out coming behind her.

He covered her with a big gray blanket and brought her to his car.

I covered my face with both hands for a few seconds, but then I ran right to her as he put her in the car. “Can’t you please just let her off with a warning?”

“No, the rest of you are getting warnings right now, so you should feel lucky. Don’t worry, it is not like Miranda here is gonna go to prison over this, but she will spend the night in lockup unless you ladies would like to pay her bail,” the first officer said, leaning on the door.

“I’ll go down there right now. I won’t let the woman I love spend one second in jail,” I made clear, looking at her.

Both cops nodded and looked up.

“Wow, that’s commendable, Hannah. You hated her to her very core, but now you are in love with her?” the first officer pondered.

“Yes, in the end, fortunately, it happened. I can’t picture my life without her, and now she is my world. If we needed to hate each other enough for it to happen, then I’m happy it did.”

“Did you both get shot by Cupid’s arrows the first time she did this?” the second one questioned.

“Yes, but…” I said before a pause. “Wait a minute, how did you know she has done this before, or that her name was Miranda. None of us said her name in your presence, but you just referred to her by her name a minute ago.”

“We have our ways, Hannah. Having sex in public like this is nothing to be ashamed of, but it is rather risky. We’ve never done it, but we’re sure it is hot, don’t you think?”

I rubbed my face with both hands for a moment, but my tears suddenly halted.

I showed my face again. “What’s going on here?” I questioned, scanning on three of them.

“You can call me Bob,” the second officer stated, opening the door.

She got out, he took the blanket off her and uncuffed her too. I put my hands up and felt confused.

“And I’m Rick,” the first officer let me know, getting in front of her.

As Miranda became uncovered again, she had both of her hands clenched up by her chest.

“What the hell, Miranda?”

She separated her arms as she got close to me.

She wrapped them around me and kissed me. “Hannah, we’ve been seeing each other for almost two years now, and we love each other to no end. You introduced me to the wonderful lesbian world, and accepted me that day,” she explained, bringing her hands back. “I can’t thank you enough for that,” she mentioned, opening her hands.

“Holy shit, Miranda, is that engagement ring?” I inquired, covering my mouth and nose.

She calmly lowered herself to her knees and kept her eyes on me. “Hannah, I had other things I wanted to say at this moment, but I think all I need to ask is: will you marry me?”

I cheesed for a moment, but then I peeked around at the fifty plus people that were all watching us. “You psycho bitch, you planned this, didn’t you?”

“They are real cops, but they are also great friends of mine. I’m sorry, I guess, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are my queen and I’m yours.”

I just laughed for a moment and closed my eyes. As far as I knew, everyone held their positions, but I just had my own moment.

I took my hands down one more time. “Fuck, somehow I’m not surprised, but I still have my mind blown, Miranda. I love you, yes, I’ll marry you, psycho bitch.”

She slid the onto my finger and stood up with me. “I’ll always be your psycho bitch, Hannah,” she made clear before kissing me.

We wrapped our arms around one another and made out for over three minutes. Over that time, I had to giggle somewhat.

Our lips parted, and we maintained eye contact. “Ms. Good, we’re gonna take the rest of the day off and Monday too.”

“Fuck this ‘Ms. Good’ shit, you call me Jeanine, and you better invite me to the wedding. You two have been quite insubordinate, after Monday, you better be on your best behavior.”

“No promises,” Miranda mentioned.

“Well, this is all well and good, ladies, but you really need to get decent if you are gonna stay outside,” Bob warned us, getting into his car.

“We will,” I replied, leaning down and snatching my skirt.

I pulled out my ring, and she immediately began laughing. “Really?”

“Yes, so will you?”

“Yes, Hannah,” she answered before I put the ring on her finger.

We hugged each other again and rubbed our foreheads together as the cops left.

“Damn, you are witch wrapped in an angel, Miranda.”

“I know, so let’s go home and physically express our feelings.”

“Would you two get out of here already?” Mia wondered, coming up behind our boss. “Maybe you’d like to come to our place, Jeanine?”

“I’d like that too,” Barb mentioned.

I just grabbed my clothes before we got into my car and took off.

“I guess Jeanine is getting along with Mia and Barb,” she pointed out, prior to smooching my cheek.

“I swear, if you pull this shit at our wedding, I’m gonna do something psycho too.”

“Hey, it is our wedding, I have right to prance around nude if I want, sweet woman. Now let’s go home, get into bed and not get off it for three days.”

“Sounds good to me, you psycho bitch,” I answered before I kissed her.

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Lily becomes convinced Adam is cheating on her

Author’s Note:

This is what happens when I attempt to write a short “flash” story. I feel sincere admiration for authors who can craft a well-formed tale in a few thousand words; I don’t have that gift.

Readers should be warned this is an extremely graphic — or graphically extreme — story. If you have read my other stories, this one is darker. I was inspired to try my hand after reading some erotic horror anthologies, and the genre is not the one I usually practice. I’ve tried to attach appropriate story codes to warn off those who might be squicked, but proceed at your own risk. I sincerely hope that nobody still reading is clueless enough to think these activities are in any way condoned or legal in real life; this is fiction.

The genesis of this tale (pardon the pun) is a particularly interesting shower curtain that hangs in my bathroom. It has been repurposed, in somewhat modified form, in the story below. All other characters, places, and furnishings not incidental to the story are entirely the products of my imagination. Enjoy.

Vocation
by Virtual Scott

Lily inhaled deeply and held the breath, letting the clean air purge her body of stress. Releasing it, she turned and smiled at Adam. “I feel better already!”

He grinned at her exuberance. Although it was unseasonably warm, the car’s heater was still working overtime to battle the cold air that was streaming in the open window and teasing his wife’s dirty blonde tresses into disarray. “Worth waiting for?”

“God, yes! Two weeks alone, just the two of us!” Both of them young, and newly-employed, their honeymoon last summer had been a weekend in a local hotel. They were making up for it now, renting a cottage not too far from the beach. It was early in the season, before the spring break crush (and price increases) hit, and the weather was more than cooperating.

The cottage was enchanting, just like its picture on the web site. There were others, but nestled in among the trees and not too close, and the beach was just visible a quarter mile further down the narrow unpaved road. The managers, in the cottage next door, not so much.

“Wow,” Adam commented, sotto voice, as they walked back to the car after checking in.

“Eew,” you mean, Lily corrected him. She discreetly wiped her hand on her jeans. “He gives me the creeps.”

Sam looked nice enough, toned and fit from working outdoors, with teeth white enough for Hollywood. He had a firm, professional handshake, but something about it hadn’t felt right. And the look he’d given her! Lily was familiar with guys perving on her, but it wasn’t that; Sam’s dark eyes had felt like they were piercing deep inside her, stirring dusty corners of dark rooms within her soul.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Adam mused, and then yelped when Lily punched him.

“Go right on ‘not noticing’ — both of them,” she threatened, mostly joking.

Norma, Sam’s wife — or whatever, she didn’t wear a ring — was a slut. Her heavy-lidded eyes had undressed both of them. Norma’s lacquered nails had traced Lily’s palm when they’d shook hands, and lingered inappropriately long in Adam’s grip. Her deep auburn hair had an alluring distressed look Lily couldn’t have achieved if she’d tried, and she’d never seen somebody who could make a sundress and cardigan sweater seem suggestive — until now. And Norma smelled like sex. Not semen, or sweat, or anything tangible, but… sex.

Lily took another breath of the clean outdoors to wipe away the taint, and shook herself. The important thing was that she and Adam could concentrate on each other. She was smiling again by the time they had the luggage out of the trunk and into the cottage.

The cottage was just as adorable on the inside. It consisted of a small front room with a fireplace that doubled as a living and eating area, a cramped but fully-equipped kitchen, and a bedroom in the back. The bedroom was nearly filled by the queen bed and a dresser, because a sizeable chunk of it had been sectioned off to provide a modern bathroom.

Since Lily was a fervent believer in the virtues of flush toilets relative to outhouses, she wasn’t going to complain. Besides, they were going to be doing nothing except sleeping in the bedroom, anyway. Lily giggled. “Well, almost nothing!”

“What?” Adam asked, but was more than game when Lily pulled him onto the bed on top of her. They wriggled out of their jeans and made delicious love to each other right then and there.

Lily felt so decadent, letting Adam make love to her on top of the covers right in the middle of the day! Her orgasm felt extra intense, and she didn’t push him away after he climaxed inside her, the way she usually did.

“I love you,” Adam crooned, nuzzling her hair and snaking a hand beneath her flannel shirt to cup a breast.

“I love you, too,” Lily sighed. She kissed Adam tenderly while extracting his hand before it could work its way under the cup of her bra. “But you came like a horse, you stud” — the dirty language felt slightly naughty — “and I’m going to leak all over the covers if I don’t go clean up.”

“Hey, it’s not our comforter,” Adam laughed, even as he rolled off her. “Let somebody else do the laundry; we’re on vacation!”

The first defect of the cottage struck Lily once she was standing, bottomless, in the bathroom. The huge picture window doubtless provided occupants of the large whirlpool tub a fine view of the scenic woods, but the only window treatment was a gauzy sheer. There didn’t seem to be much difference between standing outside or standing in the glass-lined shower stall.

There was no way she was going to take a bath and sit in water with Adam’s jizz floating around in it. Lily hurried through her shower, keeping her back to the window as much as possible and trying not to think about it.

Maybe it was well water or something, but Lily didn’t feel clean when she emerged, although the soap smelled pretty and left her skin silky soft.

The other thing was the wallpaper in the bedroom. Lily noticed it that night, after they’d made love again. Adam was already asleep beside her, and she was lying on her back watching the play of shadows made by the faint illumination from the fireplace in the front room.

It was a busy pattern, in deep burgundy and gold, and she hadn’t paid much attention during the day, thinking it was floral or paisley or something, and that she was glad it wasn’t in her house. Like an optical illusion, something suddenly flipped in Lily’s brain, and the pattern became something entirely different.

Maybe it was post-coital bliss. Lily lifted herself on one elbow and craned her head, but it still looked the same. She saw, as if from above, a couple fucking. The woman lay on her back, hair arrayed about her head like a corona, and her mouth wide open as if screaming in ecstasy. Her jutting breasts protruded just above her partner’s head. His looming form obscured the rest of her body, but Lily knew his penis was buried within her. The image repeated over and over, covering the walls of the room.

It was dirty, and erotic, and Lily couldn’t get it out of her head once she’d imagined it. Finally she rolled on her side and stared determinedly at Adam; it took forever for her to drift off.

It was still there in the morning, but Lily decided not to mention it. After breakfast, hoping the weather would hold, they donned shorts and light jackets, and set off to explore the beach.

The world belonged to them alone. Birds called from the trees, occasional squirrels looking for last fall’s nuts crossed the road ahead of them, and it was easy to believe civilization did not exist. The sun filtered through the new greenery, calling them forward to where the barely audible waves shushed on the sand.

Hand in hand, Adam and Lily paced the dwindling road, now a path, until they reached an opening in the scrub growth and stepped out on the sandy dirt. For a moment it felt like they were adventurers laying eyes on a vista no human before them had seen.

“Oh, fuck!” A throaty exclamation destroyed the fantasy.

Perhaps fifteen yards to their right, Sam was fucking Norma. They were stark naked, and Norma lay back against a conveniently shaped tree trunk that allowed Sam to stand while pounding into her so forcefully the branches above them swayed with each thrust.

Lily didn’t know if she’d made a noise or if some movement alerted him, but suddenly Sam turned his head and looked straight at them. He smiled broadly, never missing a stroke, while Lily blushed furiously, paralyzed by surprise.

Then Norma was looking their way too, licking her lips in a way Lily just knew was aimed at Adam.

Before either of them could react, Sam slapped Norma across the face, hard. Lily jumped at the sound, as did Adam, but Norma just looked up at Sam and started pulling on her nipples.

Thinking as one, Lily and Adam turned and fled back down the path. “What a slut,” Lily said shakily after they’d gone a few hundred yards.

“Yeah, and on a public beach,” Adam agreed, sounding as upset as she was. She noticed he had an erection, though.

After taking a long walk through the woods, taking care to stay well away from the beach, they returned to the cottage for lunch. Lily was just putting out the sandwich makings when a knock at the door interrupted them.

Adam opened the door to find Sam waiting on the porch.

“Hey, folks,” Sam said, sounding diffident. His eyes looked anything but, and sought out Lily. “We just wanted to apologize for this morning.”

Lily moved to join Adam so she could look out the doorway. Sam was clad only in a pair of worn jeans; they had the look of a pair that had gotten that way through use. His skin had a faint tinge that suggested he was flirting with sunburn, and his package looked like he had a loaf of bread shoved down there.

Disgusted with her thoughts, Lily raised her eyes. Norma was standing at the edge of the road, wearing a string bikini so skimpy she might as well as have been still naked. As she watched, Norma shifted her weight to the other hip, making her breasts sway slightly. Slut!

“I said, it’s no problem; right, Honey?” Adam repeated.

Lily shook herself and forced a sunny smile. “That’s right. We were just — surprised; that’s all.”

Sam smiled back, but Lily had the feeling it was at her rather than with her. “I completely understand. It’s just early season; we’ve gotten used to having the place to ourselves. That’ll change soon enough, I suppose.” He shook his head regretfully. “In the meantime, you folks enjoy this marvelous weather. And if there’s anything Norma or I can do to make your visit more enjoyable, just stop by anytime and ask.”

“That’s very kind; thanks again,” Adam said.

He was so clueless. Lily fumed silently, knowing exactly what was being offered. She watched Norma raise her hand and wave, making her rack sway enticingly. The battle lines were drawn, then.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” Lily asked when Adam had closed the door.

“What? Of course,” he said, looking confused. Probably he was still thinking of her.

Without giving herself time to think about it, Lily unzipped Adam’s shorts and pulled them down. As she’d expected, he was partially erect already. She squatted and sucked the head of his organ into her mouth, trying to hide her distaste and reminding herself that there were lots of people who did oral sex.

“Jesus, Lily, what’s with you?” Adam yelped. He made a token attempt to pull away from her, but got harder almost immediately. She’d gotten to him just in time.

Lily had never asked if another girl had done this for him before they’d met. She had no experience with giving head, but apparently the novelty of the experience was sufficient for Adam. Her tongue pushed at his organ, and she bobbed up and down on the first few inches, alternately sucking and blowing on it.

She’d already decided it was too degrading to let him cum in her mouth, but Adam caught her by surprise. Lily coughed on the first burst of sperm before pulling him out and directing the remainder of his spunk onto her T-shirt above her breasts. Hopefully that would be sexy enough for him!

The scent of sperm was heavy in her nostrils when they’d finished, but it was better than that slut’s perfume. Lily wiped her mouth on the back of her hand while Adam fastened his shorts back in place.

“Wow,” he said. “I guess they must have really gotten you worked up, huh?”

Lily forebore to argue and point out he was the one who’d been worked up. “Whatever. What do you want on your sandwich? Roast beef?”

“Um, Sure,” Adam agreed. Men would eat anything put in front of them; that was part of the problem. “Ah, are you going to change?”

She looked up from the food. His scum was pretty viscous to start with, and soaking into the cotton; it wouldn’t be going anywhere. “Why? Don’t you like me this way?”

“Aaaaaaah,” he prevaricated, trying to work out the safe response. “It’s just… not you.” Adam flashed a quick smile, happy to have found a good non-answer.

“Okay,” she decided. He was thinking about her instead of Norma, which was the important part, and the smell was getting almost nauseating. “I’ll be right back.”

In the bedroom, Lily pulled the T-shirt over her head, taking care not to get any semen in her hair. She tossed it in the bathroom to deal with later, and then pulled a clean shirt from the dresser. Lily had the shirt over her head when she paused, thinking.

A moment later, she unfastened her bra and put it away. With the shirt in place, she stepped into the bathroom and checked the material. Her breasts were good, and didn’t really need the support; the fabric was dark, and nothing showed. Satisfied, Lily returned to her husband.

Several days later they were at the beach again, after having checked to see they’d have it to themselves. The weather was holding, and they were wearing swimsuits and flip-flops. Lily had a pair of shorts on over her one-piece, and Adam was carrying some towels and sunblock. It looked perfect for basking.

“The chairs!” Adam exclaimed, smacking himself lightly in the forehead. The folding camp chairs were sitting on the porch of the cottage.

Lily shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, Adam. We have the towels; we can just lie out, the sand will be soft.”

“I don’t know how you do that,” Adam disagreed. “It drives me crazy. Look, just stay here and I’ll run back for them — it’ll only be five minutes.”

She honestly didn’t care, but obviously it meant something to him. “Oh, okay. Just don’t get lost; you hear me?”

Adam grinned. “I promise.” He handed over the towels, gave Lily a kiss, and jogged back up the path.

Lily looked around. The beach was deserted; even the seagulls had found somewhere else to be. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the blue above fading into grey haze far in the distance beyond the gentle waves. Even the sand in front of her was free of tracks or debris larger than a shell.

Unwillingly, Lily found her gaze drawn to the tree on her right. It felt stupid to just stand there, and it was only a tree. Fruit of some kind, she guessed. She slowly walked over to it. The wood was gnarled and polished smooth by decades of exposure to wind and sand… and other things, apparently.

She imagined leaning there, balanced in place, while Adam inserted himself in her. Lily snorted; she’d probably fall off.

“It’s more comfortable than it looks,” Norma spoke up beside her, startling Lily so much that she dropped the towels and sunblock. “Oh, I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“I’m fine,” muttered Lily, who knelt to retrieve her belongings. She looked sideways at Norma, who was wearing her sluttish bikini; the redhead had a pair of camp chairs leaning against one long leg. “Did you see Adam?”

“No,” replied Norma, who extended Lily a hand up; the blonde ignored it. “Sam told me the two of you were coming down, and I saw you’d left the chairs, so I brought them out. I came on the forest path; it’s less boring than the road.”

Lily smiled. “Thanks. I guess he’ll be along in a few minutes, then.” Norma’s presence bothered her, but it was better than the alternative — that the redhead and Adam could have been alone together.

“Can I help you with the sunblock? You gotta be careful of the sun,” Norma asked, seeing the lotion.

“No!” Lily yelped, before hurriedly moderating her tone. “I put some on back at the cottage.” Just the thought of Norma touching her raised goose bumps. The slut would want to rub her everywhere; her fingers would drift along the edges of Lily’s suit, forcing their way along her breasts, across the curve of her ass, between her legs. She’d try to put them inside Lily, and maybe–

“Can I use some, then?”

Lily felt she needed to reestablish some civility after her outburst. “Sure.” Unwillingly, she added, “It looks like you’re a little late for your butt.” Norma had turned around to lean the chairs against the tree, revealing angry red flesh surrounding the scrap of fabric that was pulling into her crack.

“Oh, that?” Norma laughed, and then shocked Lily by pulling the ties and slinging the bottom over a branch. “That’s not sunburn. Sam tanned me something awful yesterday.” She rubbed a generous amount of lotion on her buns, wiping her oily hand down her crack and between her legs before turning around.

Feeling stunned, Lily stared at the other woman’s crotch. Of course, it was completely bare; she couldn’t have worn the bikini otherwise. It looked a little reddened too, if nothing like her backside. Still, the way Norma casually stood there and rubbed herself was unbelievable. Lily blinked, sure she’d seen a finger disappear for a moment.

Norma pushed up her top, revealing her breasts, and Lily couldn’t hold back a gasp. “Those are bite marks!”

“Oh, yeah, sometimes Sam likes it rough,” the redhead sighed dreamily, massaging lotion onto herself with both hands until her nipples popped erect. She opened her eyes again and amplified, “Me, too. Here, can you hold this?” Norma held out the bottle to Lily.

Now she felt like she couldn’t walk away. Instead, the blonde stood there while Norma kicked up a leg against the tree, further exposing herself, and worked both hands down the length of her leg. Did the slut have no shame? Lily wordlessly held out the bottle and watched as the process was repeated with the other leg.

The ordeal wasn’t over. “Can you put some on my back?” Norma asked, turning away from Lily and pulling her hair forward over one shoulder. Her skin was decorated with several long marks that might have come from fingernails. “Please?” she repeated, when she sensed Lily was hesitating.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Lily squirted some sunblock into her palm and gingerly started smoothing it across Norma’s back.

“I’m not going to break, you know.”

Stung, Lily rubbed harder. Trying not to think about Sam hitting Norma. About the skin she was touching, covered with sweat, shifting against sheets as Norma pulled her legs wider, sluttishly offering herself to Sam — or whomever stood over her. She froze.

“Thanks,” Norma said, oblivious to her thoughts. “Are you like that in bed, too? A little china doll? ‘Eek eek eek.’” She giggled. “Lily, trust me on this; men are animals — they like it more forceful once in a while.” Before Lily could process the insult, the other woman reached around and whacked her on the ass.

“How dare you!” Lily snapped, and then slapped Norma across the face. The impact of her oily hand sounded like a branch breaking, making her think she’d gone too far. She trembled, wanting to run but afraid to turn her back to her opponent.

“Like that,” Norma agreed, running her tongue over her lips to taste for blood and then smiling. “And don’t try to tell me you didn’t like it,” she smirked, eyes dropping to Lily’s chest.

Lily realized her nipples were hard against the fabric of her suit. It absolutely could not be dampness she felt between her legs. “It’s the air!” she objected, whirling just in time to catch sight of Adam and Sam striding onto the beach.

“Here they are,” Sam said.

Adam smiled at her, and then he became uncertain as he read her expression.

The blonde watched her husband’s eyes grow large and thought of the naked slut standing behind her. Bitter rage washed through her as she caught sight of the stirring in the crotch of his swim trunks. This couldn’t be happening!

A part of her compared her husband to the man standing beside him. Adam was cute, but it was clear he worked behind a desk — unlike Sam. More than that, Sam’s Speedo concealed a bulge which, while clearly not an erection, already dwarfed the tool tenting Adam’s trunks.

“Come, Norma,” Sam beckoned. “Let’s leave Lily and Adam to their beach, shall we?”

Lily was ready to scream, but when Norma walked past her, the slut had her bikini back in place. Of course, all it did was highlight how little it really covered.

Adam watched them leave before examining Lily’s expression. “Is everything okay?” he asked, looking concerned.

“We were just talking,” she said, wanting to put the whole thing behind her. “Can you help put some sunblock on me?”

“Sure!” Adam answered, happy to be of service.

He was a perfect gentleman and never strayed beyond the boundaries of her suit. Lily seethed all afternoon.

“Do you ever think of me as a slut?” Lily asked Adam that evening. She’d just finished blowing him; for a change, she’d foregone the shirt and was massaging his spend into her bared breasts. His load had been unusually large, and she was sure it was thoughts of Norma that were responsible. At least he was watching her appreciatively; she hadn’t lost him to that slut yet.

He’d gone next door earlier, for just a minute, to thank them for the beach chairs. Lily, caught in dinner preparations, had let him go alone. She’d counted seconds, calculating how long it would take to walk both directions; how quickly Norma could pull her husband’s cock into her sluttish mouth. How long he might hold out if she spread herself for him.

She’d exhaled silently in relief when he’d returned too quickly for anything except heavy petting. The sperm coating her body proved the slut hadn’t gotten her claws into him.

“No, I don’t think you’re a slut,” Adam said, confused as usual. His organ was stirring already; maybe he thought she was a slut. Men all thought with their cocks; would he continue to choose her instead of Norma?

“But have you ever wanted to treat me like a slut? You know… to treat me rough; or make me do things?”

Adam pulled her to her feet. “You’re my wife, Lily,” he protested. “I couldn’t do that to you. Is this a game, or something?”

Lily looked into his eyes, trying not to let her desperation show. “It’s not a game; it’s a question. Would it make you hot?”

Adam laughed. “What, like if I wanted to have a three-way with you and Norma?”

She wanted to die. If he invited the slut into their bed, after she’d asked him, it would be all over. Already her imagination could fill in the details. Norma would lie back on the bed, offering her sluttish body and using her sluttish wiles, and Adam would be unable to resist. They’d make Lily kiss her. She’d have to lick that wanton slit, where Adam and Sam and probably countless other men had dumped their sperm.

They’d make her suck out her husband’s sperm, mingled with the slut’s juices, and swallow it. They’d make her pull on her own nipples until they ached, until she begged them to make her do it all again. And at the end, she’d be no match for the slut, and he’d leave her.

Lily felt breathless. The wallpaper was an omen. It wasn’t Norma and Sam — it was Norma and Adam, and if it came to pass, she’d lose him.

Adam laughed again, nervously. “Hey, I was kidding. Kidding!” He looked at her closely. “What were you thinking of, anyway?”

She licked her suddenly-dry lips. “Like, um, if I swallowed. Or we did anal.” She was losing her nerve. “Or if you spanked me,” Lily finished with a rush.

“I never knew you were so kinky,” Adam said, plainly unsure whether or not to take her seriously. His cock was twitching. “I think a girl with such a dirty mind deserves some punishment!” he laughed, evidently taking it as a joke but deciding to play along.

Lily shrieked as he hoisted her off her feet and staggered to the bedroom. Adam tossed her on the bed, and quickly stripped off her shorts, pausing momentarily as he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. “Playing commando, too? That’s an extra five lashes,” he threatened.

Plopping down beside her, he grabbed Lily’s legs and dragged her onto his lap, his penis trailing a line of moisture along her side. The first blow to her buns made her scream with surprise; it was much more painful than Norma’s.

“Ow, Adam!” Lily complained, squirming but unable to escape.

“You asked for it, and you deserve it,” Adam chuckled nastily, refusing to let her go. He didn’t let up on the force of the next blow, either.

“Damnit!” she howled. Lily clawed at Adam’s legs with her nails, but it was fruitless. Her ass felt like it was on fire.

“Take it, slut!” snarled Adam, sounding angry now, and the next slap was even harder. The blows rained down in steady succession, leaving Lily sobbing.

Both of them had long lost count when Adam finally stopped. The palm of his hand felt raw, and both sides of Lily’s ass were bright red. He rolled her off onto the floor where she lay, still crying.

Adam noticed that he was harder than he’d even been in his life, and his thigh was soaking wet where Lily’s crotch had laid against it. Her thighs gleamed with the proof of her arousal, and the nipples atop her breasts stood out stiff.

“On the bed, slut,” he growled, and she scrambled to comply.

The sheets burned against her tortured skin, but the pain only enhanced Lily’s pleasure when Adam’s throbbing spear buried itself in her molten pussy. She arched her pelvis upward, trying to take more of him.

He withdrew, taunting her, and then slammed down again, gliding through her silken folds and then taking her body with him as he bottomed out inside her.

The impact sent sparks flying through Lily’s ass that ignited inside her dripping womb and she choked out a scream, caught in a delicious orgasm. Her fingers spasmed, leaving bloody trails across Adam’s shoulder blades.

“Bitch! That hurt!” he screamed, pulling away in surprise. He’d been just about to cum, but the sudden pain took him out of it. Now the look he aimed at her was feral.

“Fuck me! More!” Lily croaked, still working herself on the erection impaling her.

Adam wasn’t thinking clearly. “More?” he hissed. He’d felt her get off, harder than he’d ever seen before, and she’d robbed him of his own release. “Fucking slut!” he reached out and pinched her nipple between a finger and thumb, pressing as hard as he could.

Lily screamed and writhed like a wild animal, clawing at him, but the sensation on his throbbing cock was indescribable. Her sex clenched and released, flexing and sliding against him, and he trembled with need. He made an abortive attempt to pump her, but she threatened to escape on the backstroke.

Frustrated, Adam released the nipple and slapped her across the face. Lily’s head snapped to the side and she quieted; his erection grew even harder. He hit her again, because he could, and felt like his penis would burst.

Grunting bestially, he started rutting savagely in her slippery cunt. He saw she was looking at him, although she made no move to escape. His hand lashed at her breast anyway; it jiggled enticingly, but the way she clenched on his manhood was even more rewarding. She bit her lip, but he knew from the look in her eyes that the slut was getting off on it.

Adam kept hitting her, getting into a rhythm. The feeling of power was intoxicating. Since they’d met, he’d been Mister Nice Guy, but not that night. He was in it for himself now, and Lily was just going to take what he dished out.

Finally it was too much for his self-control and he blew his load wildly into her, feeling like his cock was going to ejaculate a testicle into her sucking cunt. Adam saw and felt it when Lily came again, slave to his surging manhood. The slut could cry all she liked, but they both knew she liked it.

Lily lay quietly beneath the weight of her sleeping husband, the aches of her body counterbalanced by the warmth inside her. The walls still warned of perils to be avoided, but she’d taken a big step forward. That slut was going to have her work cut out for her.

Adam looked discomfited when he saw her in the daylight of the following morning, but his cock hardened quickly enough when she took him in her mouth.

“You’re gonna swallow it all,” he told her, grabbing her hair and pinning her in place just before he came.

He screamed when she clenched her fingernails in his sac, but erupted with unexpected vitality, as if Lily had squeezed him out like a tube of toothpaste. Adam retaliated by holding her there, choking and swallowing spasmodically, until her throat stopped working.

It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. Lily stuck out her tongue at him and then asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”

A front moved through a few days later, trapping them in the cottage for a day while the rain poured down outside. Bored, and still feeling a bit bruised, Lily let Adam take her in the ass.

She found it a bit of a letdown, frankly. The tightness was good, and the little bit of pain before the lube got worked in was a nice spice, but Adam was doing her from behind. Lily stared at the wall, brooding about that slut, unable to see Adam’s face.

Maybe he was fantasizing about Norma. Maybe he thought she had a better ass than Lily, or knew what to do with it. Gentlemen preferred blondes, but Lily’s hair wasn’t very blonde-y, especially down below. Lily just knew he was thinking about that redheaded slut while he fucked her.

Abruptly she pulled away from him and turned around. Adam’s look of surprise was comical, especially when Lily took him in her mouth.

He wouldn’t be thinking about anybody besides his wife now, Lily thought. Adam’s cock was a little rank, but not too bad; like semen, she supposed it was an acquired taste. Smiling to herself, she snaked a finger into his rosebud, probing inside. Adam jumped, but her other hand encircling his balls kept him in place.

Lily played him like a musical instrument, alternating pleasure and pain between his cock, scrotum, and anus. She took cheerful note of the increasing intensity of his exclamations, knowing his attention was focused entirely on her.

When Adam filled her mouth with his spunk, Lily surprised herself by orgasming too. Of course, she swallowed every drop — but not before showing it to him first. He seemed to think it made her look sluttier.

Afterwards, Adam decided on a siesta. Of course, he wasn’t the one with a stick of margarine churned up his ass or flecks of shit under his fingernail. Men were all alike, Lily decided, as she walked into the bathroom. Eat, fuck, sleep.

The soap didn’t bother Lily any more. Neither did the window treatments, which in fact were pulled back out of the way to avoid catching them on fire. She still had blobs of hardened wax in her pubes.

She’d been in the shower for several minutes, letting the hot water relax her muscles while she scrubbed between her legs, when Lily realized she was being watched. Visibility was bad, between the gloom outside and the bathroom light reflecting on the glass, but a human silhouette was clearly visible out amidst the trees. Lily didn’t doubt for a second that she was clearly visible to her watcher.

If Lily was surprised, it was only that it had taken Norma so long to be caught in the act. She knew that slut had been slinking around, hoping for a chance at Adam. As if! The redhead could stand out there in the rain all day as far as Lily cared, as long as Adam was in the cottage with her.

Looking directly out the window, so Norma would have no doubt she’d been spotted, Lily ostentatiously soaped, massaged, and rinsed every part of her body, paying the slut back for every instant of that encounter on the beach. Lily hoped she was close enough to be impressed by the bruises, bites, and scratches that decorated her. That slut wasn’t the only woman around who could drive a man wild with desire!

The figure still hadn’t moved. Surely Norma would have gotten bored by now. Lily was stilled by a sudden thought — was it Sam out there? Wouldn’t that be poetic justice!

She turned off the water and climbed out of the shower, standing beside the tub directly in front of the window. The figure was still too indistinct to tell; it didn’t look big enough to be Sam, but maybe he was just standing further back.

Annoyed by the ambiguity, Lily found some body lotion and began working it into her skin. She imagined it was Sam out there, watching her. He’d be looking at her in a new light now, comparing her to his own slut. Maybe, Lily thought, she wasn’t so wanting, after all. If Norma was so good, Sam wouldn’t be standing in the rain watching her, would he?

She rubbed her breasts, teasing out the nipples until they ached for release like little cocks. Lily kept her lips parted the whole time; he’d see she was passionate. He wouldn’t be able to see how wet she was, so Lily made a show of dipping her fingers inside herself several times and licking them dry, carefully and lovingly.

Lily knew she must be turning him on. She remembered the size of him inside his jeans, his swimsuit. Surely by now his monstrous organ would be unlimbered, pointing at her, straining for release. She remembered Norma’s screams when he’d fucked her. Sam would want to fuck her, wouldn’t he?

She looked down at herself, and saw another speck of dratted wax. Suddenly energized, Lily stepped back into the shower stall and retrieved the shaver she’d used on her armpits. Repositioning herself to provide the best possible view for her audience, she denuded her mound with careful, deliberate strokes.

After checking carefully to ensure she’d gotten everything, Lily rubbed a generous amount of lotion across everything, working it inside herself as well. She looked up, and the figure was still there.

Surely he must have cum by now. Perhaps a huge load was running down the side of a tree, like sap from a maple. Maybe he found her so enticing that once wasn’t enough. Maybe Sam was shaking with desire, desperate to plunge himself inside her. Maybe he wanted a real woman instead of that slut who lived with him.

Of course, she’d never cheat on Adam, but Sam didn’t know that. Leaning down, Lily plucked the two largest stick candles from the edge of the tub and began pushing them into herself. They entered easily, thanks to the lotion and copious natural lubrication.

Lily looked out the window, turning aside just enough that her panting didn’t fog the glass, and slid the candles in and out of her body. She knew Sam was fantasizing that he was one of them.

He’d be the fat one in her cunt, of course. Adam would be the little man in her ass. There was no offense intended; it was just the way things were. It was all just pretend, anyway. If Lily were really in a Sam-Adam sandwich, she wouldn’t have to be maintaining her balance on her own. The men would be holding her up.

Her feet might not even touch the ground; they might just suspend her between them, swaying like a spineless fuck doll as they spitted her on their throbbing weapons. Her nipples would rub against Sam’s ripped chest while he congratulated Adam on what a fine fuck Lily was and how lucky he was to have her.

That slut Norma would have to huddle on the sidelines, hoping for scraps. If she wanted a piece of Adam, she could suck him out of Lily’s ass, afterwards. She could eat her shit, too.

When Lily recovered from her orgasm, the figure was gone.

Their vacation was nearing its end. The sun eventually returned to the sky, and Adam and Lily returned to the beach. She wore a pair of panties and a T-shirt instead of her swimsuit, which had felt confining and pulled on her scabs.

“You’re one fucking hot slut,” Adam told her, looking at her tanned tits, nipples hard from the cold water, and the way the wet underwear adhered to her cleft.

Lily looked up from toweling the salt water from her wet hair. “Prove it, you fuck-monkey.”

Adam quickly shed his trunks, revealing his erection. Lately, he was almost always hard. He looked bigger too, probably because Lily had shaved away all of his pubic hair.

His groin sported a number of nicks, some intentional. Cutting him had given Lily her best orgasms in days. He’d retaliated by branding her left breast with a small “a” formed from a paper clip. It was a little lopsided, but it was the thought that counted.

“Slowpoke.” Adam casually reached over and ripped Lily’s panties from her body, leaving her naked.

Lily laughed and ran for the trees, listening to Adam’s footfalls on the sand behind her. If it were Sam behind her, he’d overtake and tackle her, sending her tumbling to the ground. She’d kick and scream, but he’d pin her beneath him while he released his giant horse cock.

She’d want to remain faithful to Adam, but Sam would give her no choice; he’d tame her with his baby maker, raping her right there on the beach so the sand got inside her and made her humiliation even more painful. She’d cum like a total slut, but not before giving him such pleasure that he’d take her home with him…

Adam didn’t catch Lily until she reached the twisted tree near the path and turned to face him. Breathing heavily, they kissed, and then he hoisted her to the crooked branch and slipped his eager penis into her well-lubed pussy.

Lily moaned, but mostly it was so Adam wouldn’t feel bad. He always seemed eager when he was around her, but she wasn’t confident he’d forgotten that slut, Norma.

She looked around the deserted beach. Who else was he going to fuck? What if he had to choose? Where was her competitor, to look at Adam’s devotion and taste her defeat? Where was Sam? She wanted to see the lust in his eyes and feel his man-meat penetrating her body.

She wanted validation that she was the perfect slut. Adam was inexperienced and easily impressed. Lily felt, for some reason, that Sam was a more worldly man; one who had seen and enjoyed many sluts. To hear Adam call her “slut” was enjoyable; to hear Sam say the same thing would be fulfilling. She sighed to herself.

Afterwards, Lily and Adam walked back to their cottage, still naked. Lily periodically reached down to wipe up the spend trickling from her cunt, cleaning her fingers carefully in her mouth each time. She looked furtively about for Sam or Norma, but saw nobody. Damnit!

Claiming he was tired, Adam went and sprawled on the bed. Lily thought of the wallpaper and worried he might be thinking of that redheaded slut. Maybe he even masturbated, although she hadn’t managed to catch him at it yet.

She worried at the problem while preparing dinner. Suddenly inspired, Lily set the plate of ground beef on the floor and squatted over it. She strained briefly and released a medium-sized piece of shit, which fell atop the meat. After putting the plate back on the counter, Lily absently wiped herself with her fingers and licked them clean while considering her offering.

It was firm, lighter than the beef, and streaked here and there with what Lily imagined were traces of Adam’s semen. The taste was earthy and a little bitter; distinctive without being displeasing. Working with her usual competence, Lily broke it into small pieces and mixed it thoroughly into the ground beef before forming the result into patties.

“How’s dinner?” Lily asked Adam a little later.

“Delicious,” Adam mumbled around a mouthful of hamburger, before washing it down with a healthy swig of lemonade. “Just like always,” he complemented her with a wide smile.

Lily smiled back at him, sipping from her glass, but inwardly fumed. The burgers were good, but an idiot could tell they weren’t made just with ground beef. The lemonade probably had as much urine as water in it, and she could smell herself even before tasting it.

Either Adam was an idiot, or he was lying to her. Appetite gone, Lily leaned back in her chair and watched him eat. He couldn’t be that uncomprehending, which meant he was lying.

She supposed everybody lied at some time or other, but the two of them had never done so, before. And he was so smooth, she thought, as he polished off his burger with gusto. If she hadn’t known, there was no way she would have guessed.

What other things was Adam lying about? Lily felt suddenly insecure. The wallpaper had tried to warn her, but she’d been overconfident. Adam pretended to like her, but he was thinking of that slut. He’d probably been fucking her, laughing with her behind Lily’s back, cuckolding his naive wife.

Lily thought furiously of all the times Adam had been out of her sight. No wonder he was tired all the time; the two of them probably were fucking themselves blind each night while she slept!

And that time in the shower! It hadn’t been Sam at all, out there. She’d been flaunting her body, imagining she was desirable, but Adam must have snuck out. He’d been banging that slut while they watched her! Humiliation and rage washed through Lily, leaving her trembling.

That night they experimented with bondage. Adam tied Lily spread-eagled in front of the bathroom window, and then proceeded to whip her until her ass was fiery red.

It was too dark outside to see anything, but she knew the slut was out there, watching. Adam’s rampant erection reflected in the glass, betraying his desire for that slut even as he abused his wife for her amusement. She knew his coarse expressions of lust and encouragement were meant for the woman outside the window, not his stupid, trusting wife.

Lily cried with shame, but recognized the whipping and torment were poetic punishment for her miscalculations. Her thoughts and the physical stimulation left her dripping when Adam finally untied her, but neither of them had cum.

She elected to tie Adam to the bed, instead. The wallpaper mocked her, but with him tied in the slut’s position, nothing was going to be happening. Lily walked back to the bathroom, selected a candle, and returned to the foot of the bed.

Lily twisted the candle into Adam’s virgin ass, ignoring his screams. If the wax was harder than that slut’s tongue, tough for him. His mouth might lie, but his cock wouldn’t; it was huge and reddened, throbbing as precum leaked from its tip.

After a moment of reflection, Lily retrieved a cookie sheet from the kitchen and shoved it under the candle and Adam’s ass.

“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, trying to see past his jutting erection.

“Providing a little motivation,” purred Lily. She lit the candle, enjoying the way he twitched. “Baby! You have plenty of time,” she chided, walking around the bed and then climbing up to straddle his face. “Start licking!”

He did, his energetic tongue and lips a pleasing counterpoint to the pain of her punished buns. She wondered at his apparent expertise; apparently he’d been doing more than just fucking that slut, while withholding this from her. Not anymore!

Lily leaned forward, adding encouragement in the form of fingernails she ran down his sides and across his chest. At odd intervals, she dug in to draw blood, ignoring the sounds beneath her and focusing only on the pulsing cock in front of her.

She wondered if the slut was watching them now, although the bedroom window actually was smaller than the one in the bathroom, and not ideally situated for voyeurs. Well, she’d had just about enough of that whoring, man-stealing, home-wrecking redheaded bitch!

As if he were attuned to her thoughts — or more likely, Lily’s absently digging nails — Adam jerked violently and his cock jetted copiously onto his stomach and chest. His yell vibrated against her sensitive flesh just the right way, and Lily found herself orgasming as well. As always, the satisfaction of having teased Adam’s cum out of him was delicious.

“What?” she asked, rising just enough to unmuffle his face.

“Are you going to let me go now?” he repeated.

“So you can go running off to that slut?” Lily snorted. “I think not.” Her anger renewed, she relaxed and emptied her bladder, listening to Adam sputter and cough as her urine rained down on his face. “Just rest for a while!”

“Lily! What did I do? Why are you upset with me?” Adam blinked his stinging eyes furiously, his head centered on a large dark wet spot on the cover.

She stood and looked down at him. Even now, he lied so convincingly. Maybe she was wrong. He was her husband; she was supposed to trust him… No, she trusted the wallpaper — it hadn’t lied to her! Hardening her heart, Lily stalked out of the room, grabbing the first piece of clothing that came to hand and forcing herself to ignore the shouts behind her.

Ironically, she’d picked up a short white silk nightgown she’d never worn. At the beginning of their stay, it had seemed too risque; later, too confining. Lily dropped it over her head and stood on the porch, listening. The night was quiet; the slut probably had run back to her house as soon as she saw Adam and Lily were finishing up.

Lily walked the twenty or thirty yards up the road to the neighboring cottage, noticing the porch light was on. Of course it was, she thought sardonically. She mounted the steps and knocked on the door.

Norma opened it a moment later, looking surprised. “Oh, Lily; I wasn’t expecting you.”

I bet not, Lily laughed to herself.

“I thought you might be Sam.” The slut concealed her disappointment well; she was as good a liar as Adam. “This is a pleasant surprise. Won’t you come in? Is Adam with you?”

“He’s tied up.” Lily looked around. The home was larger than the rental cottage, but the floor plan was similar. The doorway at the back led to a short hall instead of bedroom. “Sam isn’t here?” she asked, playing dumb. Of course the slut would have gotten him out of the way first.

“No, he’s on a Wal-Mart run. It’s our last chance to stock up on supplies before spring break, and the store is less crowded at night.” Norma was wearing the same sundress she’d had on when they’d first met. Lily couldn’t tell about underwear, but she was sure the slut didn’t have a bra.

“How convenient,” Lily drawled.

The slut tried to look confused, but she knew exactly what Lily meant. The first cracks appeared in her composure. “W-would you like something to drink?” She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of Lily.

“Maybe later.” Tiring of the game, Lily said, “I think you know why I’m here. I know what you’ve been doing — you slut.”

“Oh, Lily!”

Totally surprising the blonde, Norma rushed forward and embraced her. She kissed Lily passionately, moaning and offering her tongue. Intrigued in spite of herself, Lily had to admit the slut was good; it was easy to understand how Adam had fallen prey to her wiles. She responded, probing with her own tongue, to let the other woman know she wasn’t intimidated.

The slut started babbling breathlessly as soon as they parted. “Oh, Lily, you are so–“

“It won’t work, Norma,” Lily cut her off. “Adam belongs to me; you can’t have him.”

“What? Adam?” The redhead stared at her blankly. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you’ve been chasing Adam,” snarled Lily.

Norma began laughing helplessly. “Adam?” She laughed again, fighting for breath. “I have Sam; I don’t need Adam.”

Lily rolled my eyes, not even bothering to reply.

“It’s true! If you’d seen Sam, you’d know.” She paused, eyes momentarily dreamy, and Lily thought of the size of Sam’s package. “It’s not another man I want,” the redhead continued, “It’s you.”

Lily’s mind went completely blank. The idea was totally preposterous!

“Oh, come on!” Norma laughed again, but it sounded different. “You have to know! The way you caressed my hand when we first met? How your eyes ate me up when you found Sam and me on the beach?”

She took a breath and went on, her eyes shining. “The way you fucking teased me with that lotion, touching me that way and pretending you weren’t interested, even when I thought your nips were going to tear through your top. You wouldn’t even let me touch you! So help me, I would have licked you then!”

Lily shook her head slowly, but the slut didn’t shut up.

“I waited outside for you every night, waiting for you to invite me in. I know you saw me; I watched you show off for me. I saw you shave yourself, and I know it was for me.”

It was totally insane. Lily told herself that the slut probably had given Adam the same speech, word for word, the first time she’d ensnared him. Well, maybe not the shaving part.

“I masturbated every night thinking of you, Lily, praying you’d come to me. Sam told me you’d come, but I didn’t believe him. And now here you are, wearing that and reeking of sex. Of course I know why you’re here — don’t tease me anymore!”

Lily was certain she’d misheard. Sam had said she’d be coming? She tried to clear her thoughts. The flattery was — nice — but she couldn’t let it distract her. She couldn’t let Norma distract her. “I’m not going to let you fuck Adam again.”

The slut shook her head in disagreement. “I want to fuck you.” She took Lily’s hand in hers and began towing her toward the hallway; the blonde let herself be led.

“This is obscene!” Lily gasped at the entrance to the bedroom. Everything in it was red. The walls and ceiling were a deep burgundy similar to the wallpaper in her cottage, but lacking the print. Plush carpeting of the same color covered the floor. A king-sized bed dominated the space, covered in scarlet sheets boasting a sheen that suggested they weren’t cotton.

The heavy furniture and headboard were polished wood that looked brown only in comparison with the other decor. In fact, the only thing in the room that wasn’t some hue of red was the exceedingly large snake occupying the glass case running the entire length of the dresser. Its tongue flickered languidly, answering the question of whether it was awake.

Even the low lighting was tinged red. A heavy musk permeated the air. It reminded Lily of the taste of Adam’s scrotum — a little sweat, a little semen, a hint of urine; very masculine and very arousing.

“It grows on you,” Norma said eagerly. Before Lily could say anything, the redhead pulled off her sundress and dropped it to the floor. She was wearing panties; the red bikinis showed a conspicuous dark spot in front. “Look how hot you’ve made me!”

“I am not here to fuck you,” Lily repeated. She pushed Norma away from her, onto the bed.

The stupid slut lay there, breathing heavily, and pulled up her knees. It only pulled the red fabric tighter between her legs, making the wet spot grow.

Lily stared at her, feeling an unexpected tightness inside. The redhead really wasn’t so different; they had similar builds, tits about the same size. Her nipples were hard like Norma’s, and if she’d been wearing panties, they’d be soaked, too. It would be like fucking herself.

Was this what Adam saw, looking down at her? The question took her out of the moment. Suddenly Lily saw only the slut on the wallpaper, offering herself to Adam. An untrustworthy liar and manipulator, just like her husband, willing to say anything. Furious at herself, Lily whirled to leave.

She took one step towards the door and toppled, tripped by another ankle unexpectedly hooked around her own. A moment later, Lily felt Norma’s weight on her back, pinning her in place. The hem of her gown slid slowly up the curve of her ass. “Let me go, damnit!”

“Oh, wow, you really got a workout!” A featherweight touch ghosted over her angry flesh and followed her crack down between her legs, to where Lily’s gash was leaking on the carpet. The fingers probed just briefly before withdrawing; Lily could hear Norma licking them.

The blonde tensed at the unexpected feel of a tongue against her skin. Hands spread her stinging buns and the wet tongue speared at her rosebud, caressing her sphincter and demanding entrance. It felt sinfully good.

Lily bucked again, dislodging the arousing intruder but failing to topple off her tormentor. She was rewarded with a sharp spank that hurt like hell but nevertheless triggered a sharp orgasm.

There was a brief pause while both of them considered the turn of events. “Oh, you are such a slut! You’re too precious!” Norma squealed. “You have to do me!”

The blonde squirmed frantically, finally succeeding in breaking the redhead’s balance. They tussled on the floor, clawing, elbowing, and kicking, both struggling for dominance but equally matched.

Suddenly Lily found herself on top, Norma’s arms pinned to the sides, and their legs tangled. She wasn’t sure how to use her momentary advantage; escape was impossible at the moment. Surprising herself, she leaned forward and hungrily kissed the wide-eyed redhead.

Sensing no resistance, Lily moved her hand inwards and cupped Norma’s tit. She began squeezing, prompting a deep-throated moan from the redhead, but no attempts to escape. Steal her husband, would she? Lily squeezed harder, curving her fingers in until the nails formed indentations in the sensitive flesh, and then twisted slowly, drawing blood.

Norma screamed and Lily bit her lip, biting hard until she tasted the sharp tang of blood. The redhead shook, but Lily realized she was cumming from the stimulation. And she was on edge again, herself. The two women looked at each other, panting and licking blood-red lips.

“Fuck me. Oh please, fuck me,” Norma repeated unevenly, an entreating look in her eyes.

The fucking slut would let her do anything with her, Lily realized. The rush of anticipation was irresistible. She felt simultaneously light-headed and immovably heavy. Nobody, not even Adam that last week, had been so helplessly aroused by her as to offer that.

Power suffused Lily, pushing out her nipples to the point of bursting and overflowing to soak her thighs. “Worship me,” she said simply, climbing to her feet.

Norma moved to shed her panties, which were completely sodden, but Lily casually slapped her hand away. “That’s for later. Show me how much you want me.”

There were no further words. The room was quiet save for the sounds of their labored breathing, the shifting of a foot, or the rustle of fabric. The snake repositioned its coils, but did so silently.

The redhead slowly gathered the blood-spattered and moisture-soaked nightgown about Lily’s waist and lifted it over her head. It fell, forgotten, to the floor. Lily stood in front of her — gloriously naked, imperiously demanding, infinitely arousing. Norma dropped to her knees and bowed her head to the floor.

Starting at Lily’s toes, her fingers and lips worked their way up the blonde’s body. She seemed to know what Lily found arousing, whether it was a soft touch on an erogenous zone, or a hard poke at a sore spot.

She barely flinched when Lily peed in her face, opening her mouth to accept the blonde’s golden gift. When she bit down lightly on Lily’s clit a minute later, she grinned unrepentantly afterwards; both of them knew Lily had almost climaxed.

Norma finished the work she’d started earlier, cleaning Lily’s rosebud until it gleamed while dragging fingernails across one inflamed cheek and providing counterpoint with a finger thrust unpredictably in and out of her dripping slit. Lily almost came again, but Norma slyly slid free of her attempts to force the issue.

Finally the redhead made it up to Lily’s tits. She quirked a grin at the crude brand when she found it, and Lily expected her to rake it with a nail. Instead, Norma sucked as much of the breast into her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue over it. She could feel Lily’s deep breaths.

Norma slowly released the tit, maintaining a seal with her mouth, and then suddenly bit down on the nipple with all her might for just an instant.

Lily jumped as if prodded, but the sensation ended before her jangled nerves decided to orgasm. She drew half a breath before Norma bit her again, just as hard, and crushed her clit between a finger and thumbnail. The blonde reacted as if she’d been electrocuted, falling to the bed and thrashing in unrestrained screaming ecstasy.

“You bitch,” Lily finally husked. She half expected to find her nipple gone, but it was still there — if massively swollen.

“Love is a harsh mistress,” Norma enigmatically replied. “I see now what Sam did.”

That was even more confusing. Lily decided to concentrate on the sex rather than the thinking. She couldn’t remember a more violent climax, but it left her keyed up, wanting more, instead of satiated. The redhead’s panties were trailing moisture down her legs, and Lily was ready to dish it out instead of taking it. “Get on the bed.”

Norma quickly flopped in the center of the bed, face up. Lily worked the sodden panties down her legs, marveling at the moisture in them; she brought them to her face and inhaled the intoxicating smell of the redhead’s rut.

She squeezed the fabric over her left hand, wetting it, and then inserted her fingers in the redhead’s flowering slit, picking up even more lubrication. “I’ll fuck you, you slut,” she whispered to herself.

Lily leaned over the other woman and flicked her clit with a finger, watching her gasp. Pulling the fingers on her left hand together to form a narrow cone, she brought them to the entrance of Norma’s juicing cunt.

“Oh yes, fuck me!” Norma moaned, watching eagerly. Her hair was fanned out around her head like a russet corona, and her hands worked her tits energetically.

Lily pushed slowly, feeling the other woman’s body open to accept her. Her engagement band caught momentarily on the glistening flesh before sliding within. She was in up to the last set of knuckles — the widest part of her hand.

“Don’t stop,” gasped Norma. “Fuck me; make me cum! I want to feel it!”

Emboldened, Lily leaned into it. She flicked Norma’s clit again, and there was a momentary lessening of resistance. Suddenly, her entire hand was inside the redhead! She pressed on, wondering how far she could go, until half her forearm was buried in the slut. Norma was making small grunting noises, so Lily carefully withdrew until her hand popped out again.

She was mesmerized by the expanse of gleaming flesh — she must have been at least a foot deep.

Norma moaned, “Harder,” but Lily had already determined to do just that.

The blonde forced her hand back inside, knowing it would fit. She started pumping in and out. Was that what it felt like to be a man? What would the sensations be like when she came?

Lily picked up the pace of her stroking, and resumed titillation of Norma’s clitoris, determined to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. When it came, the sensation was amazing, like velvet vises trapping and releasing her arm. The redhead thrashed like a crazy woman, trying to pull her nipples off her tits.

Abruptly, Lily realized her left arm was covered with blood to the elbow. She withdrew it, watching droplets fall on the sheet. Liquid ran sluggishly from Norma’s gaping pussy. A pink gleam caught her eye: the mounted diamond on her engagement ring!

“Please, again,” Norma panted.

The sight of so much blood raised a remaining shred of common sense and decency. “You’re bleeding,” Lily protested. “It looks bad.”

Norma grabbed her bloody arm and pulled it down. “I don’t care; one more time. Make me cum again, Lily.” She started rubbing her clit.

Lily had never even imagined such a depraved thing. That she would have the opportunity to do something like this to another human being was unbelievable. It was unbelievably arousing, too. She smiled nastily; she wouldn’t have to worry about the slut stealing away Adam after this!

The blonde formed a fist and plunged it into Norma’s cunt, feeling her ring catch and tear on something, but ignoring it. She stroked her arm lustily back and forth, jerking the redhead’s body roughly with each thrust.

Norma shrieked and panted, but her fingers were a blur as she worked her bud.

Lily forced her hand deeper with each stroke. She uncurled her fingers, letting her nails tear brutally at the redhead’s womb as they scraped back and forth within her. One finger caught on some obstruction, and she gave a tremendous jerk, tearing loose something inside.

The redhead gave a warbling scream and fell limp. Maybe she’d orgasmed, and maybe she hadn’t.

The blood was flowing more quickly now, but Lily was in a frenzy of lust and didn’t stop. She withdrew a handful of something unidentifiable and cast it aside, thrusting her hand back inside to claw deeper and deeper. Her eyes were wide open but blank and her expression, unrecognizably feral. Lily’s arm was bloody all the way to her shoulder.

She kept tearing at Norma’s innards. Finally the body beneath her gave a final faint shudder and evacuated its bowels, adding to the smell of death in the room. Lily slowly withdrew her arm for the last time and stared at the pale corpse. Slut.

It wasn’t enough. She tasted the cooling blood on her arm, leaving a smear across one cheek. Lily felt filled with energy, with a nearly uncontrollable need to fuck and orgasm and express her life in the face of death. She touched her clit, wondering if masturbation would be enough.

“Ah, Lilith. I had wondered if you might come calling.”

She turned slowly to look at Sam, who stood in the doorway. He was clad in his jeans and a long-sleeved knit shirt, and his expression was unreadable. Suddenly he was all she could smell.

Nobody called her “Lilith;” it sounded like her parents scolding her. “She had it coming,” Lily said, sounding defensive. She tried to wipe off her arm, but only succeeded in bloodying more of her body.

“If you choose to think so,” Sam sighed, crossing the room. He considered checking for a pulse, but the carnage on the bed made it plainly unnecessary. “You may even be right.”

Lily eyed the bulge in his jeans; it shifted, grew. Surely that would satisfy her. “She wanted to be fucked,” she added by way of explanation. So do I, she silently appended. Apparently heedless of her plea, Sam walked away. “Are you going to call the police?”

“That would be unnecessary,” he replied, returning with a package. He ripped it open and proceeded to unfold a plastic tarp on the floor beside the bed.

As if she were a feather, Sam effortlessly lifted Lily off the bed and set her on the floor. She realized it was the first time they’d touched since meeting; her skin felt hot where he’d held her, and she was half-convinced he’d left burn marks.

Just as calmly, he transferred the wreckage of what had once been a beautiful woman from the bed to the tarp. “And are you satisfied, Lilith?” Sam asked, looking carefully at her.

Lily opened her mouth to say “yes” but paused. “No,” she said instead.

Sam’s eyebrows rose. “No? You degraded and defiled this woman — used her unto death — and you remain unsatisfied?” His eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as they had before. “What more could you want?”

“You,” said Lily, licking her lips. “I want to fuck you.”

Faster than thought, Sam lifted her and hurled her back onto the bed. Lily landed on her back, the breath knocked from her body, on the spot where Norma had died.

“You lie on my bed, covered in the blood of the woman of my house, and ask me to fuck you?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Lily answered a second time. “She wasn’t your wife, anyway,” she confidently asserted.

Sam unfastened his jeans, and Lily’s heart leapt into her throat. It seemed physically impossible, but he released a massively thick erection at least a foot in length. Sam pushed the jeans the rest of the way down, revealing a second organ of equal length and girth, just below the first! Precum leaked from the tips of both of them.

He casually tore his shirt from his body and stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at Lily. The lighting gave the appearance of shadowy wings extending behind his naked body. “You lie on my bed, unfaithful to your wedded husband, and ask me, Samael, to fuck you?”

A single one of his cocks would split her in two. Both of them would probably kill her. It would be intensely painful — and intensely pleasureful. “Yes,” Lily answered a third time, spreading her legs and offering her body to him.

Sam grinned lustfully at her. “So be it!” He fell on her, and it was like the earth shook on its foundations.

Lily screamed, her throat raw almost instantly, as he violated her fore and aft simultaneously. He bottomed out inside her only two-thirds of the way in, and lifted her from the bed like a rag doll.

She had time to focus on his smiling face, and the hands circling her waist pulled her brutally down. Something tore inside her as she slid the rest of the way to grind her aching body against his wiry pubes. Each of them cut her bare skin like razor wire.

“Cumslut!” he yelled, and she felt his burning semen shooting into her, scalding her insides. His arousal, however, appeared unabated.

Sam bounced Lily up and down on his colossal spears, producing friction against parts of her body she hadn’t known even existed. She could feel semen and probably blood running out of her, but she didn’t care.

Lily began shaking in the throes of an orgasm, one that didn’t end, but grew in a steadily increasing crescendo. When she opened her mouth to scream again, Sam kissed her, seeming to suck all the air from her lungs even as his tongue penetrated so far she thought she might gag.

Her hands scratched in futility, trying to win her a brief respite from the juggernaut. She drew blood, but earned only a harsh laugh.

Sam released her momentarily, but only to clap his hands together on her sides with unspeakable force. The impact felt like it broke several ribs and sloshed all of her internal organs back and forth. Apparently it felt good to him, because she felt him firing twin loads of molten semen into her abused body.

Still his assault continued. An implacable hand rose from her waist to encircle her sore left tit, and then began to squeeze.

Lily watched, bouncing atop his relentless cocks, as her breast extended outward like a water balloon. Her scream was only a raspy exhalation as she waited for the skin to tear free, but it didn’t. Sam lifted her momentarily until it was level with his face, and removed the engorged nipple, together with the surrounding areola, in one swift, brutal bite.

Her confused nervous system didn’t know what to do and Lily orgasmed again, her arms flapping and eyes rolling up in her head.

Sam just laughed, and then spit the nipple into her mouth. He kissed her again, sealing her mouth and blocking her air, until she had no choice but to swallow it.

Seemingly satisfied, Sam threw Lily to the bed, disengaging her from his erections. Her openings were too badly damaged to react, and the room air flowing into the blonde felt shockingly cold; perhaps it was just shock from the loss of blood she could feel running out of her.

Sam’s cocks looked like fixtures in a poorly-maintained fountain. Coated in a slick mixture of blood, shit, and semen, they produced thin streams of sticky white that arched onto Lily’s broken body.

He wasn’t finished with her, after all. Looming over her, Sam fisted his cocks with one hand, pressing the heads together, and pried open Lily’s mouth with the other.

She tried to bite him, but he just laughed. The heads alone were so large her jaw had no leverage, and it dislocated almost immediately, anyway. Blood filled her mouth as her lips split on her teeth and then tore open. Sam fed more of himself down her throat, making her gag helplessly and squeezing her windpipe closed.

Lily felt fingers teasing her clitoris, rousing her body once again. The cocks violating her pulsed, streaming more of his inexhaustible supply of semen into her stomach. She bucked in a final weak orgasm, her body tricked into squandering its last energy on pleasure rather than survival.

Her eyes already sightless, Lily’s last thought was that perhaps there wasn’t much difference between death and unconsciousness.

Lily sucked in a huge breath, convinced she’d experienced a hell of a nightmare. A perversely arousing nightmare, to be sure, but still a bad dream. The smell of blood and sex still filled her nostrils.

Shocked, Lily sat up, feeling her jaw. It worked normally; her breast was intact. Then she noticed the brand was faded almost to the point of invisibility. The snake in the terrarium stared at her impassively.

She lurched to her feet and looked around. The tarp and Norma’s body were gone, as was the clothing — including her nightgown. Lily turned and looked at the bed. The sheets were marred only by the faint depression made by her body. Her skin, even her arm, was clean and unblemished.

Feeling disoriented, Lily walked across the hall into the bathroom. It was small and utilitarian, but she had eyes only for the mirror. She reached up and touched her hair in wonder, but it looked the same as in the mirror. The dirty blonde tresses she remembered were a deep rich auburn. It looked almost as if her hair had absorbed every single drop of blood on the bed, staining it from root to tip.

It was too much for her to take in. She needed to see Adam, to hear him tell her it was all right. Norma’s bikini was hung over the shower bar; Lily appropriated it for herself and quickly tied it in place. It did look good on her — even if it made her look like a slut.

She hurried back to their cottage, hoping not to run into Sam, and didn’t. Lily started to wonder how long she’d been gone; she hadn’t meant to let the candle in Adam’s ass burn all the way down.

“Lily? Is that you? Get this damn candle!” Adam’s shrill, panicked voice greeted her as soon as she opened the front door.

Lily raced through the front room and blew out the candle. Luckily, she judged, it had burned down enough for him to feel the heat, but not quite close enough to burn. She bent to untie his ankle, and discovered Adam’s struggles had pulled the knots so tight she couldn’t break them; she’d have to cut the ties with a knife.

“Jesus, that was close!” Adam exclaimed. “You’re a lifesaver, Norma; I don’t know what got into Lily. Have you seen her tonight?”

She realized, with some degree of amusement, that he’d mistaken her for that slut. “No. I need a knife to cut you free,” Lily said, trying to sound like Norma and keeping her face turned away from him.

“I tell you, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Adam told her when she returned from the kitchen.

Lily noted sourly that his flagging erection had returned to full strength. It was a puny thing, really, and the thought he meant it for that slut started a burning in her stomach. “Do you want me to fuck you, Adam?” she asked.

He laughed, a bit unsteadily. “That’s rich! You know, Lily’s insanely jealous of you. I think she’s convinced we’re cheating on her.” Adam was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Thanks for saving my ass — literally! — but if she caught you in here, I think she’d kill us both.”

Her lip curled. He was acting through fear, not loyalty — just as she’d always known. “What if I guaranteed she won’t walk through that door while I’m still here?”

“Seriously?” His traitorous manhood stiffened further, spilling a drop of liquid from its tip.

Lily wordlessly pulled the ties on her top, letting the tiny triangles of fabric fall away from her body. She could see his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her perfect breasts and the stiff nipples signaling her arousal.

“Hell, yes!” Adam strained uselessly at his restraints. “You know you’re fucking hot, Norma! Just get me out of here and I’ll give you a pounding you won’t forget!”

She shut her wounded heart to him and concentrated on vengeance. Two more teasingly slow tugs bared her sex to Adam; her lips were flowered open and dripping; her clit, ripe and heavy with arousal. “I think you have enough limbs free for the job.”

Lily climbed slowly onto the bed, setting the knife aside, and positioned herself above him. Adam was breathing heavily, his cock twitching, as if he hadn’t seen a woman in years. She squatted, taking him deep inside herself; he penetrated her liquid velvet folds effortlessly.

He was nothing compared to Sam’s magnificence, barely worthy of notice. Lily felt him contract and suddenly ejaculate inside her; the frisson of excitement she felt owed itself entirely to her obvious effect on him and none to the physical stimulation.

“Holy shit,” panted Adam, “you are something else! I haven’t cum that fast since high school!”

With her, he meant, Lily thought, her mood darkening still further. She flexed internally, teasing him back to readiness, and leaned forward to kiss him.

Lily looked Adam in the face, searching for a sign of recognition. She could see herself, unwillingly, still forgiving him. But his eyes were closed as he concentrated on the feel of her cunt, tits, and lips against his body.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe I’m ready to go again. You are the sexiest piece of cheesecake I’ve had in my life!”

He was a man, somebody who treated all women as interchangeable fuck dolls. Well, two could play at that game! She wriggled slightly higher, and let him take her breast in his mouth.

Adam suckled for a minute, nibbling on her nipple, and then released it so he could wet her flesh with long strokes of his tongue. The faint irregularity of her otherwise-perfect skin caught his attention, and then it took him a long minute to recognize what he was looking at.

“Lily?” he asked, his voice tentative and full of disbelief. It didn’t look nearly new enough, but the irregular shape of the “a” on her skin was distinctive.

Her smile, had she known it, was like Sam’s — simultaneously intoxicating and terrifying. “Call me Lilith,” she said, her voice dangerous. “There’s no longer any Lily for you.” She climbed off of the bed and reclaimed her knife.

“Lily! Lilith!” He sounded panicked. “I was just kidding! Put down the knife, okay?”

She moved closer, and then pulled the stub of the candle from his anus. The opening was small, far too narrow to accommodate her.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted me to fuck you; remember?” Lilith smiled crookedly as Adam’s cock suddenly contracted and squirted a jet of spunk onto his chest. Even now, he couldn’t resist the pull of her physical attraction.

A quick pair of cuts with the knife severed Adam’s testicles, emasculating him and providing better access to his crotch. The blood was a pittance, but he screamed like a girl as she cut his anal sphincter in several places and then watched it gape open.

Adam tried to pull away from her, but he was still bound firmly in place. Lilith calmly switched the knife to her off hand and then forced her fist and arm into his rectum.

It was constricted, difficult to navigate; again, her nails and ring served well, allowing her to pierce his colon. She proceeded to pump freely in and out, ignoring the sounds coming from the head of the bed.

Prodded by the unusual pressure against his prostate, Adam’s cock pumped in a final, useless orgasm; its load of sperm lay discarded and dying on the floor. Lilith saw it and climaxed, aroused again at her mastery over his lust.

Withdrawing her gore-covered arm, Lilith crawled back atop Adam. His cock, shrinking as he bled out beneath her, wilted pitifully beneath her dripping sex.

The dark spot from Lily’s urine surrounded Adam’s head like a dark halo, and his mouth was wide open in a silent scream. There was still a glimmer of intelligence in his eyes; reflected in them, Lilith could see shadowy wings outstretched above them. It was the one piece of the wallpaper pattern she hadn’t been able to recognize until now.

Quickly, before it was too late, Lilith stabbed down. Not into the ribcage, which would have been too much for the knife, but just below it. She dug greedily within, tearing and shredding obstacles, until at last she held Adam’s still-warm heart in her hand.

“You broke my heart, too,” Lilith told his corpse, and then squeezed until her fingertips penetrated the abused organ, depositing more blood on the body.

Her quest for vengeance was satisfied, but it had only inflamed Lilith’s desire for sex — real sex.

“I hope you plan to sleep tonight,” Samael told her, already unfolding the tarp.

“Not just yet,” she husked, creaming herself already at the thought of him. With the knife, her chances against him were considerably increased.

Lilith still lost, but mostly because the sight and feel of his decapitated upper cock orgasming blood into her was so mind-blowing that she dropped the knife during her climax.

Samael had just finished fertilizing the latest addition to the vegetable garden behind the cottage when they heard the cars pull in out front.

“Welcome to Spring Break,” he told Lilith, with resigned good cheer.

She laughed and checked to be sure the tarps over the wood pile were securely fastened. Together they walked out to the road to greet the new visitors.

A gaggle of college kids, four each of boys and girls, clustered around the cars, gawking at the scenery. Two of the boys were elbowing each other and laughing.

“Hi, folks,” Samael greeted them. “I’m guessing you must be the Johnson party?” Muted snickers led Lilith to believe nobody in the group was named “Johnson.” “Well, I’m Sam and this is Lil. Come on up, and we’ll get your keys.”

The newcomers stared at them. Samael, as usual, was wearing only his jeans. Lilith, in a denim miniskirt and white tank (over scarlet bikini top) wasn’t dressed that much differently from the girls, but she was beginning to get a feel for how things worked.

She greeted each of them with a sultry smile and polite handshake, the duration of which she gauged by the individual’s reaction. All of the men left with raging erections; two of the girls lingered, one of them struggling to conceal nipples that were popping through her top. Lilith didn’t think Samael was responsible for that one.

They sat on the porch glider and drank lemonade, while watching the visitors sort out their luggage and lodging arrangements. At length, Lilith remarked, “I think Angelica is gunning for you.”

“Really? I would have picked Keith as the troublemaker.”

“Him.” She shrugged dismissively. “He looks ready to cover anything that breathes, regardless of what he finds between their legs. I don’t think he can look past the length of his cock.”

“Point taken. But he’s also a serial rapist.” Samael scanned across the road and found the subdued brunette standing on the porch of one of the cottages, hugging herself and looking back at them. “I wouldn’t have figured Angelica to be a problem.”

“She’s a slut,” Lilith asserted. “A slut and a tease.” She blew a kiss to the girl, who turned abruptly and disappeared inside. “But a rapist? How do you know?” Her look turned fierce.

“It’s my business to know,” he said shortly. “Really, Lilith; we’re a little off the beaten path, here. Do you think people visit by chance?”

She turned introspective. “I guess I never thought about how Adam picked it. Was he a rapist, too?” It still hurt, a little, to think about him.

Samael sighed. “Adam was unlucky; you were meant to be with me.” The knowing look he aimed at her made her instantly wet and restless.

There was a moment of silence while Lilith returned his gaze, equally intense. “Well, we’ll see about Angelica. But I don’t think Keith will be raping any other women.”

“I did manage to take care of business before you came along, you know.” Samael chuckled.

“But it’s much more enjoyable now; admit it.” She smiled back at him. “Can we go down to the beach yet?”

He laughed out loud. “Be patient! They’re still sorting things out. I think twenty minutes will be about right for this lot.” He rubbed his crotch once, betraying an impatience that matched hers. “Besides, I need to go change into my suit.”

Samael disappeared inside. Lilith slipped off her tank and miniskirt, revealing a matching bikini bottom. The tight fabric felt fantastic moving against her skin, and didn’t show moisture. She rubbed her slit through the bottom, hoping one of the newcomers was spying on her; she was almost positive Angelica was.

One of the men was headed across the road. She had to give Samael his due; it was Keith.

“Hey, Lil, can you show me how to get to the beach? Smokin’ bod, by the way.”

It was too easy. “Sure, I’ll show you.” He picked up on the double entendre right away. She could have pointed, but where was excitement in that? Samael would guess where she’d gone.

Lilith could see him looking at her as they started down the road. He was thinking of pulling off her clothing and then forcing himself on her; she knew it. The thought made her hot. “So, Keith, do you have a girlfriend?”

He shook his head, grinning. “Do you?” She wore a ring, but the stone was blood red — a ruby or something — and not the traditional diamond.

Lilith thought he was a fool to dismiss Samael; so much the better. She aimed at sultry glance at the man beside her, and let it fall to his visibly straining erection. “How about some… sunblock?”

She’d learned her wings, although invisible to humans, kept out the UV just fine. But there were so many other things one could do with lotion…

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Femdom Amy & submissive Sharon etc

Sharon was a 55 year old mother of two who until last year led a very much ordinary life with her husband Fred of many years . They had an average sex life & would fuck two or three times a month . She was a realtor & 59 year old Fred was a high school principal . That all changed when she met 21 year old Amy at the grocery store . Amy was a dyke who loved enslaving older married females . They chatted for a few minutes near the English cucumber section for a few minutes & then Amy invited the now hypnotized cumslut back to her house for drinks . Amy bought a few cucumbers of different sizes (for use later , she smirked )

Chapter 1

Awww that feels so good Mistress Amy Sharon moaned as Amy fucked her ass & cunt with nine & ten inch cucumbers . Amy had brought her home about 25 minutes earlier & after have a glass of wine each , Amy was now fuckin her new momma bitch with the veggies . Once Sharon reached orgasmic bliss , Amy sat on the stacked old hags face , Sharon had 40d natural slightly saggy tits , which she slapped while Sharon ate cunt . Sharon was an expert pussy licker , often she would lick pussy after work , some of her co-workers loved her tongue & would let her eat their 20something pussies before they went home to their young inexperienced husbands (who didnt know the basics of eating cunt ) Amy didnt take long to reach orgasm , & realized that Sharon would useful in eating the pussies of her other lezzie slaves .

Amy grabbed Sharon by her dark hair & led her to the bathroom where , she had the completely naked mother of 2 lie down on her back on the floor & she immediately gave the 55 year old slut her first golden shower ever . To further the humiliation she told her to get mop & clean up the piss . And she said call your husband Fred & tell him you’ll be a couple hours late

Chapter 2

Amy loved it , Sharon had her tongue up her ass & was licking the 21 year old’ s asshole , it had been nearly a week since the beginning of Sharon’s sexual slavery & Amy had also brainwashed Sharon’ s husband Fred . So now he was a cuckold , who was turned by knowing his wife was a sexslave to her new femdom. Today was the first day Amy dominated Sharon at her place. Amy was on Sharon’s bed in the doggy position while her submissive Sharon , who was collared & leashed with spike heels was eating feminine ass. Amy turned around & spreadeagled as Sharon began licking Amy’s clit. Sharon thought the natural blonde Amy tasted delicious . Sharon & Amy were total opposites, age gap , Sharon had raven hair big tits & ass and was 5ft3 , Amy on the other hand had an athletic body (she worked out daily ) she was 5ft 9 with a small ass & medium size tits . Licking her pussy lips Amy began to squirt in Sharon’s mouth .Mistress Amy realized Sharon was now completely at her beck & call and she could use as she wished

Chapter 3

It was a month later , & Amy had become somewhat bored with Amy , & had now pimped her out to two young men & make some porn & cash by starting a new website. Sharon signed the contract (she was brainwashed after all ) and would receive 49% of the profits fon her xxx scene.

Chad & JACK were 20 year old friends of Amy who she new would love to fuck Sharon . When they arrived , the two skinny dudes , were filmed side by side receiving expert blowjobs from Sharon , they both came all over Sharon’s face. Covered in jism , Sharon posed for pics , & walked casually around the room with cum dripping off her face. That was the end of scene 1

Scene 2 started with Chad , fisting Sharon’s matronly cunt , as Jack put on her Cumslave dog-collar on ,ballgagged her & leashed her . Since Sharon had a fenced outdoor inground pool . The next scene featured Sharon being led crawling like a dog outside . Where Chad & Jack dpd the houseowner who was screaming underneath the ballgag. Both Sharon’s ass & pussy gaped because together she was stuffed like a xxxmas goose. Over 20inches of cock , Sharon had never had so much penis . The final scene was the nastiest , after Chad & Jack had downed some drinks , , Amy told Sharon to open her mouth as she filmed the once respectable housewife drink young man urine, afterwards they covered Sharon in pee (all over tits, & hair ) & the final few minutes showed Sharon being led like a dog(collared& leashed) thru her living room by her Mistress Amy who was wearing a mask , to the bathroom where this time Sharon opened her mouth & drank female piss

Chapter 4

Sharon was at Amy’s apartment licking Amy’s moms pussy . Joyce was a dyke slave to her wicked daughter , she was a 49 year old redhead who was married to her second husband Philip , Philip knew about her & Amy’s relationship ( he like the others was a cuckold ) Sharon was slobbering & licking Joyce’s clit . Joyce had already orgasmed twice today , once when Amy had strapon dildo fucked her , & now from Sharon’s experienced tonge

Amy loved watching her slaves enjoying themselves & would soon have her mom join them on a sex adventure.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Miley Cyrus decides the girls are open for business. Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, and Anna Kendrick service their first clients.

Over the next few weeks, all of the girls’ holes were stuffed, prodded, and well-fucked by Miley and some specialists that she brought had brought in for some expert training. By the end of the month, Miley was satisfied that her sluts were now some of the most talented and obedient fuck toys in the entire world. She decided that it was finally time to unveil her grand operation.

On orientation day, each girl received two things. First, a tiny RFID tracking chip was injected into each slut’s outer left thigh. Then, each of Miley’s slaves received a tiny tattoo of a cursive “M” on the sole of her right foot. When this was done, she assembled her small cadre of sex slaves in the common room. Taylor, Selena, Demi, and Anna stood in a row in front of Miley, all stark naked except for their slave collars.

Miley went up to each girl and unlocked the collars, tossing them into a discarded pile on the floor. She smiled deviously and gave a small round of applause as she addressed them. “Congrats, you guys! You’ve all officially made it through training, which means that you can go back to your normal lives. Well, mostly normal.”

“Is that it?” Anna asked hesitantly. “Are we done now, Mistress?”

“Done?” Miley giggled. “No, no. This is just the beginning. Now that you guys are done with training, you’re officially open for business.”

“What do you mean, Miley?” Taylor asked.

Miley giggled again. “Y’all didn’t think this was just for fun, did you? I mean, it definitely was fun, but this is about running a new, very lucrative business. When you return to your rooms after I dismiss you, you will find your phone, personal belongings, and some outfits. At 1:00 PM, you will all join me for a press conference announcing the opening of Pretty Pink Productions.”

“What is that, Mistress?” Selena asked.

“This is the explanation that you will all agree to at the conference,” Miley replied. “It’s a new company that we’ve all been collaborating on this past month, which will explain your guys’ sudden absence. To the world, it will be a new production company for you superstars to work together on new songs, albums, and movies.”

“What is it actually though, Miley?” Demi asked with eager anticipation in her slutty eyes.

“It’s my new business where I will rent you out to an exclusive list of rich and powerful people to service them however they wish for $100,000 per hour,” Miley smiled with triumph. “You whores are going to make me a lot of money.”

Despite their obedience training, the girls began to protest at the shock of this announcement. “Quiet!” Miley raised her voice. “You all get to go back to your lives, but if you don’t obey, I will release the videos of all the nasty things you guys have done over the past month to your friends, family, and the media. There have also been wire transactions to your bank accounts that will imply prostitution to the authorities, and you will all go to prison despite your celebrity statuses. So, you can either enjoy your normal lives and service clients when requested, or you can have your reputations ruined and go to jail. Your choice.”

There was nothing but silence in the room for a good minute.

“Good,” Miley smiled. “I’ll take your silence as agreement then. Remember, we can track you through the RFID chips in your legs. You will receive a text about when and where to meet your clients, and remember that we will be receiving satisfaction surveys from our clients after each session. Stay on the pill, and don’t worry. All clients will be vetted to be clean. We will meet back up here once a month for more training, doctor’s checkups, and performance evaluations. Anyone who doesn’t perform up to standards will be punished. Three strikes, and we will release your video and send you to prison. Understood?”

Her slaves replied in unison, “Yes, Miley.”

“Good. Go get your stuff, get dressed, and go see the makeup artist. Meet me at the limo at 1:00, and we’ll all go to the press conference together.”

Each of the girls returned to her room and gathered up her things. It felt strange wearing clothes again after a month of walking around naked. At 1:00, all of the girls and Miley piled into the awaiting limo. When they arrived in front of the large office building in downtown LA, a massive crowd of fans and media awaited them.

Flashes went off everywhere as the group exited the car and walked to the podium. The crowd cheered loudly as Miley approached the podium and spoke into the microphone.

“Hey everyone,” she grinned. “We’ve got a big announcement. I bet y’all have been wondering where we’ve been the last month, huh?”

The crowded erupted into cheers again.

“Well, today Taylor, Selena, Demi, Anna, and I would like to announce the official opening of the project we’ve been working on. It’s called Pretty Pink Productions, and it will be a new way for us to work together on some exciting, upcoming projects…”

The press conference continued as Miley detailed the fake projects they were working on. At the end of it, all the girls were interviewed and gave their rehearsed answers about how excited they were to start this and why all the secrecy had been necessary to keep this a surprise announcement.

By the end of the week, the girls had all dispersed and returned to their various lives. Taylor was in Nashville recording a new album, Selena was taking a break at her vacation home in Santa Monica, Anna was shooting a new movie in New York, and Demi was recording a new single in LA.

Meanwhile, Miley had spread the word to a select few trusted deviants who she knew would be interested in the services she was offering. The notice traveled through select circles that a few young starlets were now available for hire. Soon her inbox was full of requests, and she prepared to send out the first round of notifications to her sluts.

Demi was grabbing some water Friday afternoon during a break in recording when she received a text from a blocked number. “Go to the shipping/receiving office of your studio. NOW. – M”

Selena was just getting out of the shower when her phone went off. “7:00 tonight. Go to the address below. Wear the outfit that will be delivered shortly. – M”

Anna received a similar text as she was walking to another set after a long shoot. “Expect client visit tonight at 8:30 at your trailer. – M”

Taylor was eating lunch when her phone buzzed. “Be at Thompson Hotel, room 1414 at 10:00. Wear a little black dress and heels. No underwear. – M”

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Upon receiving her text, Demi felt her crotch immediately start to get wet. She told her intern Tim to let her producer know that she wasn’t feeling well, and that she was taking the rest of the day off. Looking at her phone, Demi started walking over to the shipping and receiving area. She’d never really come over to this part of the building before, and it was eerily quiet.

There was no attendant at the window, and the area appeared deserted. “Hello?” she cautiously called out.

“Over here.”

Demi followed the voice over to a corridor with shelves of boxes on either end. Someone stepped out from behind a shelf, and it was Drake, who’d been collaborating on a song in another part of the studio. Demi had met Drake in passing, but she hadn’t expected to see him here.

“Umm, hi.” Demi was getting hot, but she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Well, get your ass over here,” Drake motioned.

She walked over to them, and Drake immediately grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing a shelf of boxes. He quickly ripped off her leather jacket, exposing her white tank top underneath. Demi’s panties were already soaked, and she gasped in anticipation as she was forced up against the shelf. She loved being manhandled, and doing this in this dark storage area turned her on immensely.

“Dayum,” Drake exclaimed as her dark nipples stiffened in the cool air, visibly poking through her black bra under her sheer white top.

In one smooth motion, he lifted up both her tank top and her bra over her breasts. Demi moaned as her nipples scraped against the rough side of the cardboard box. She pressed her plump ass against Drake’s crotch and grinded up on him.

“You want it bad, don’t you bitch?” Drake grinned. He took off his belt and pulled down his pants. Demi automatically got down on her knees and greedily took his stiffening cock into her mouth. She wrapped her luscious red lips around the head of his dick and swirled her tongue around, coating his rod in saliva as she bobbed her head up and down.

He grabbed the shelf above her head with both hands and started face fucking her. “Fuck,” he gasped as Demi accepted his entire cock down her throat without complaint. She had long ago learned to suppress her gag reflex. Demi had sucked plenty of dick for blow back before she got clean. Her fingers massaged her mound over her jeans Drake’s cock rammed ruthlessly in and out of her throat.

After a while, he was ready for the main event. Drake pulled his cock out of her mouth with a plop, and a strand of his pre cum mixed with her saliva dripped down her chin.

Drake stood her up and turned her around so that she once again faced the shelf. He quickly pulled off her jeans, then the soaked through pair black cotton panties she was wearing underneath. The excretions from her anxiously awaiting pussy coated the inside of her thighs. Positioning himself behind her, he rubbed the tip of his cock along her opening, and it easily slipped inside of her.

“Oh my God,” Demi moaned as he bent her over and quickly shoved the rest of his well-coated dick inside her eager cunt. The metal shelf made a slight rattling noise as the boxes on it shifted back and forth with each rough thrust, and her fingers were white from gripping the shelf so hard.

Her moans grew louder and louder as Drake plowed into her cunt from behind. She could feel her orgasm building with each thrust. His hands explored her delicious tits, tugging at her nipples and firmly grabbing at her soft globes, sliding up and down over the tattoo of feathers on her right rib cage.

“Fuuuck,” she groaned as the sensations overtook her, and she came hard. Her body shook, and her pussy clenched against his cock as he continued pounding into her sopping wet cunt.

Drake kept hammering into her as she reached the verge of another orgasm. “Ahhh!” she groaned loudly into the box in front of her as she came again.

“Shut up,” Drake hissed into her ear. “I paid off the delivery manager to leave for the day, but the whole studio’s gonna hear you if you keep this up.” But Demi was only half aware of what was happening as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her.

“Fuuuck!” she screamed as she continued to cum. He slipped his cock out of her mid scream and thought of a way to silence her quickly. He bent down and picked up her wet panties, wadded them up, and quickly stuffed them into her mouth, muffling her screams.

Demi huffed into her moist panties as she tasted herself and tried to catch her breath. “Mmph,” her eyes flew open, and she moaned into her underwear as Drake re-inserted himself into her tight slit and resumed his assault on her pussy.

He grabbed her hips with both hands and started pounding her cunt as hard as could. As Drake slammed into her, he felt himself close to orgasm and increased his pace. Demi was moaning rhythmically with each thrust. Finally, he slammed his cock as deep as he could into her and came, his seed exploding deep into her cunt.

“Goddamn,” he grunted as his legs shook with each final spurt, emptying his balls into her.

Finally spent, he pulled out of her pussy with a loud squelch, and she slowly fell to the ground as her legs were still shaking too much from the succession of orgasms.

“Shit, someone’s coming.” Drake hissed at her to get dressed as they heard the storage room door open. He quickly pulled his pants up and ducked out of the back door.

Demi quickly pulled down her bra and tank top, then grabbed her jeans and pulled them on. She took her panties out of her mouth and stuffed them into her jacket pocket as she put it on. Straightening her hair a bit, she walked out and headed down the hallway.

Tim, her intern, had been sent to see why no packages had been delivered today. “Demi?” he was surprised to see her. “I thought you went home sick.”

“Yeah, I just had to grab something first,” she quickly said, still somewhat out of breath from the hard fuck Drake had just given her.

Tim didn’t reply, staring at the wet spots on her tank top where her saliva and Drake’s pre cum and dripped down from her chin earlier.

“Oh oops, I spilled some water on myself.” She gave a fake laugh at her supposed clumsiness. “Anyway, I’m going home now.”

Demi waved to Tim as she quickly walked away trying her best to hide the growing wet on her pants where Drake’s hot cum was slowly oozing out of her pussy and pooling into the crotch of her jeans with each step.

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Right around 7:00, Selena’s black town car pulled up to the address that Miley had sent her. She sipped on a glass of champagne in the backseat nervously. Despite it being very warm out, she had on a large pea coat that covered up the outfit that had been delivered to her house. She couldn’t let the driver see her low cut blouse, blazer, and tiny skirt as part of the school girl outfit she’d been instructed to wear.

As the car rolled to a stop, the driver came around and opened the door for her. “We’re here, Miss Gomez. Will you need me to pick you up later?”

“Um…I’m not sure,” she told him. “You can go. I’ll call you if I need you.”

Her driver tipped his cap and drove off. Selena turned around and looked up at the large mansion that she was standing in front of, wondering who had sent for her as her first client. Selena hoped that it was someone cute and nice.

The champagne gave her some courage, and she walked up to the large double doors and rang the doorbell. Very soon after, a butler appeared and ushered her in, leading her to a luxurious bedroom upstairs. “Please wait here,” he instructed her.

There was more champagne in the room, so she took a glass and filled it up. Selena sat down on the edge of the bed and sipped on her drink, not sure what to expect. After what seemed like forever, she heard the door open. “Oh,” she gasped as she was greeted by the large grin of Jack Nicholson.

“Heeere’s Johnny,” he cackled.

Selena instinctively close her legs and trembled as Jack’s flabby, wrinkly old body approached. His gravelly voice boomed, “Well now, let’s have some fun huh?” He was wearing a silk robe that he discarded on the ground as he walked toward her. “How about you take off that big coat you’re wearing?”

“S-sure,” she forced herself to smile. She didn’t want to have sex with him, but she also didn’t want to get punished by Miley. Selena stood and slowly shook her coat off her shoulders, dumping it onto the ground around her shiny black heels.

“My Lord,” Jack inhaled deeply. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” He quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, laying a trail of kisses on her neck. He was surprisingly gentle, Selena thought, and the light flutters of kisses felt kind of good.

His lips traveled down toward her chest and reached her cleavage. Jack deftly unbuttoned her white blouse and left a trail of saliva on her now exposed breasts. “Mmm,” she moaned unexpectedly as his rough tongue wrapped itself around first one nipple, then the other, as he threw off her blazer and blouse.

Jack continued south and inhaled loudly as he moved down past her navel. His hands moved underneath her plaid skirt and removed the white lace thong she had on under it. She lifted one leg, then the other as he tossed aside the thong. He lifted up the front of her skirt and pressed his cheek to her left thigh, inhaling her scent with a loud sniff and grunt.

“Goddamn that’s a pretty pussy,” he whispered as he moved his nose toward her slit. His wrinkled fingers grasped her smooth thighs firmly as his hot breath cascaded onto her moist slit.

“Ohhh,” Selena moaned involuntarily as his tongue began probing into her pussy, slithering around inside her as he pressed his face against her bare crotch.

Jack slurped up her juices as he sucked on her sweet little cunt lips and nibbled at her tiny pink clit. Her breathing grew more and more shallow as she neared the edge with each lick. Finally, Selena’s hips bucked against his whiskery face as she orgasmed, releasing her sweet nectar into his mouth. Jack drank up every drop, burying his face into her hot mound.

He released her legs and removed his face when she was done, standing up and engulfing her mouth with a sloppy kiss. Selena’s tongue wrapped around Jack’s as she sucked in her own pussy juices, her petite body pressed up against his. He broke the kiss and pressed gently down on her shoulders as he sat back onto the bed. Taking his cue, Selena slowly kneeled in front of him and took hold of his stiff cock.

She licked a drop of pre cum from the head before slowly sucking on it, gradually taking him into her mouth inch by inch.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jack mumbled as he placed his hands onto the back of her head.

He guided her head back and forth as she blew him. Selena slowly rubbed her clit as she sucked his dick, her pussy still drenched from her earlier orgasm. After a while, her knees began to ache, and still he showed no signs of cumming. She slowly released his rock hard cock from her mouth and stood, climbing onto the bed. She needed to cum again, and she mounted him and slid down until his raised cock penetrated her.

“Ohhh yeah,” he laughed as Selena started bouncing up and down his shaft. Jack squeezed her soft tits and jiggled them around as she rode him, increasing her pace until she was pounding down onto his cock, producing a loud slap each time her ass made contact with his hairy balls. She smashed her cunt down on his cock repeatedly until her pussy clenched, and she released a flood of juices onto him, her body collapsing down onto his as she shuddered through her powerful orgasm.

Jack pushed her limp body off him and onto her back. His shaft was still hard and bulging, and he quickly lifted her skirt and slammed all the way into her wet slit as she lay on the bed. “Ahhh,” Selena moaned as he powered into her, his flabby stomach bouncing against her lithe torso with every thrust. Her pussy tightened again as she came, her smooth body convulsing under his as he kept slamming his dick deep inside of her.

He must’ve taken a pill, she thought, as he continued to hammer her relentlessly. After what seemed like an eternity, Jack grunted and slid out of her snatch, furiously jerking himself off as he climbed onto her. “Open your mouth, chickadee,” he ordered.

Selena obliged and parted her pretty pink lips just as a hose of cum shot out of him, splashing all over her tits, face, and hair. She lay there, her chest heaving with exertion.

“Alright, now get out,” Jack grumbled, picking up her coat and throwing it at her.

She climbed out of bed and reached for her blouse. “No,” he growled. “I said get out.” She put on the coat over her bare breasts and wiped the cum from her face with her palm as she walked out of the bedroom. Selena’s heels clicked down the stairs as she texted her driver to come back.

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Anna sat on the couch in her trailer, biting at her fingernails. She was into a blue spaghetti top and tight gray sweatpants. She hadn’t been sure how to dress for this visit, and it was already 8:45. Her client was late, and she wasn’t sure if she should call Miley for further instructions. Just as she decided to reach her phone, she heard a loud knock at her door.

She sprang up and walked over to open it. Anna gasped.

“Hey there,” Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson grinned at her with his charming smile. “Mind if I come in?”

“Um, sure,” Anna squealed as she backed into her trailer.

The Rock walked up the steps and locked the door behind him. “Sorry I’m late,” he said in his deep voice. He was wearing just a black t-shirt and jeans, his muscled, tan arms bulging out of the sleeves.

“Oh, that’s okay,” Anna told him. “I’m just here waiting for you. Nothing better to do.” She wasn’t sure what to say and just smiled awkwardly at him.

“Listen, let’s not make this weird,” he smiled disarmingly. “I’ve gotta catch a red eye flight out of here in a few hours, but I heard through some people that you were in town and available, so I called up Miley. I couldn’t pass up the chance to lay the smack down on your tight little ass.”

Anna let out a noise that was half squeal, half whimper. “Oh my God, okay.”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna enjoy the Rock rocking your world,” he grinned as he took off his shirt, displaying the giant tribal tattoo on his left pec.

He picked her up and tossed her gently onto the couch, pushing her down on her back. The Rock took off her sweatpants and grabbed her bare feet, spreading her legs wide. Anna gasped as he slid aside her black thong, his large fingers spreading apart her pussy lips as he bent down.

Anna moaned and squeezed her thighs tightly together as his large, bald head wriggled around against her crotch, pleasuring her with his tongue. “Oh my God,” she moaned as her body writhed underneath him, pushing her mound against his face as he ate her out.

As the Rock licked furiously at her cunt, he slammed two fingers into her slit and started finger fucking the shit out of her. He continued the attack on her pussy as she squirmed around, her hands pressing his head to her hot box. Anna let out a shrill scream as her orgasm hit, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as the Rock slurped up her juices.

When she was still, he removed his fingers from her hole and stuck them into her mouth. “Mmm,” she sucked her juices off his fingers.

“Ready for round 2?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” she smiled and moaned, beckoning him to her.

He slid off her top, and with one strong pull, he snapped her thong as he ripped it away. He slid off his pants and revealed his giant, throbbing cock. Without hesitation, he pressed it up against her dripping cunt and slammed it home with a roar.

“Ahhh,” Anna screamed and scratched his muscled arms as he split her in two.

With every thrust, she was pushed hard up against the armrest of her couch, her head banging against the side. Her legs were up around his broad shoulders as he jackhammered into her furiously. Her pussy had never felt such a force before as the enormous former pro wrestler fucked her into submission. Soon after, Anna’s body could take no more as the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced ripped through her body.

She shook as the waves of pleasure slammed through her, and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she briefly passed out. Anna came to a few seconds later on her stomach, screaming as the Rock slapped her ass hard.

“Where’s your lube?” he asked.

Still disoriented, she pointed hazily at the top drawer next to her bed, where she kept her vibrator and lube. Anna didn’t understand why he needed lube when her pussy was already soaking wet. She suddenly realized his intentions when she felt a cold glob of lube drop onto her ass, his rough fingers spreading it around her tightest hole.

“Wait what are you doing?” she asked.

“The Rock said he’s going to lay the smack down on your tight little ass, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.”

“Just wait a second,” Anna protested. She’d gone through plenty of training at Miley’s complex, but his enormous cock in her asshole still gave her pause. “Let’s talk about thiiis.”

Her last word came out as a drawn out groan as his monstrous dick slowly entered her ass. “Oh my fucking God,” she moaned out as he stuffed her hole, slowly fucking it until he built up speed.

“Holy fucking shit,” Anna screamed as he began pounding her ass without remorse. His dick slammed in and out of her ass as he propped himself up on her couch and propelled himself at her from behind. Her entire trailer shook from the pounding she was taking. Her water bottle tumbled off the kitchen table, and her phone fell from her dresser.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Anna repeated over and over as countless orgasms racked her body. The Rock continued destroying Anna’s pearly white ass. Her arms no longer worked, and her upper body rested on the cushion, her breasts rubbing raw against the upholstery. Finally, the Rock uttered a roar as he came.

Anna whipped her head back and came with him. Her pussy pulsed uncontrollably as she felt his seed explode deep inside her asshole. When he was finished, the Rock backed out of her ass with a plop.

“Thanks Anna,” he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and started getting dressed. “This was a lot of fun. I’ll definitely have to see you again sometime.”’

Anna had no energy left. With all the strength she could muster and a hazy smile on her face, she said, “Ok. Thanks. Bye.”

Anna heard her trailer door shut as he left, but couldn’t move. She lay there face down on her couch, her body glistening with sweat. As she passed out into a peaceful slumber, the Rock’s thick semen plopped out of her asshole in small spurts and slid down her raw pussy lips, pooling on the couch between her legs.

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Taylor went through the back entrance of the hotel and took the service elevator up to the 14th floor. She found herself in front of room 1414 and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Footsteps from inside approached the door, and then there was a pause.

The door swung open, and Jennifer Aniston stood there in a fluffy white bathrobe. “Well hey cutie. Come on in.”

Taylor’s mouth dropped open. She hadn’t been sure what to expect for her first real client, but definitely hadn’t been expecting this. She followed Jennifer into the room as the door clicked shut behind her. As Taylor entered the main part of the suite, two large men stood at attention, completely naked.

Jen took a sip of wine and offered a glass to Taylor. “Meet Mack and Joe. And here, chug this. You’ll need it.”

Taylor forced down the glass of white wine as she stared at Jen. “So do you want to watch me with them…or what?”

Jen laughed. “Oh goodness no. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me for mercy honey. And call me ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Jen’, or you’ll be punished.”

Taylor stiffened as Jen peeled away her bathrobe, revealing a black latex bikini top and a black leather miniskirt so short Taylor could see a dark blonde landing strip. Despite getting up there in age, Jen still had a rocking body reminiscent of that of a woman half her age.

“Now get your cute little tushy over there,” Jen motioned over to the large bed.

Taylor walked over and stood next to it, turning to face her. “What now?”

Jen picked up a riding crop from an end table. She quickly strode up to Taylor and slapped her crotch with the crop.

“Ahhh,” Taylor screamed and doubled over in pain as the end of the crop made direct contact with her exposed cunt under her dress.

Jen grabbed Taylor’s hair and pulled her back into a standing position. She purred, “I told you that there would be consequences if you failed to properly address me.”

“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.” Taylor whimpered, her pussy still stinging from the hit.

“See, much better already,” Jen fake clapped to an invisible audience behind her. “You’re such a quick learner. Reminds me of Miley.”

“What? Miley? What do you mean?”

Jen spun around so quickly that Taylor didn’t even have time to move as the riding crop struck her again right on her slit. Taylor shrieked and fell to the ground, moaning in pain as she cupped her crotch under her dress.

“Oh you poor thing,” Jen mocked with false concern. “Are you alright? You were doing so well.”

Taylor mumbled an incoherent response as she curled up on her side. In a flash, Jen whipped her again, this time in the ass. “You are to answer my questions promptly, slut.”

Taylor screamed again in excruciating pain. “I’m sorry, Mistress!”

“Good,” Jen squatted down and gently wiped away the tears from Taylor’s cheeks. She gave Taylor a quick kiss on the lips. “Now stand up.”

Taylor slowly lifted herself from the ground.

“Quickly,” Jen snapped, and Taylor shot up and stood at attention.

“Good girl,” Jen cooed. “All this whipping is making me so hot. Why don’t you relieve some of my tension?”

“What would you like me to do, Mistress Jen?”

“Figure it out, slut.” Jen sat back onto the bed and spread her legs.

Taylor got down on her knees and started kissing and licking at Jen’s moist slit. She nibbled at her clit as she massaged Jen’s thighs. “Ooh,” Jen moaned, “you’re not bad at eating pussy. Now eat my ass.”

Jen flipped over onto her stomach and lifted her skirt up to her abdomen. Taylor took a quick breath before diving into Jen’s puckered asshole, licking all around the rim.

“Get in there,” Jen commanded, and Taylor reluctantly stuck her tongue deep into Jen’s ass. Surprisingly, she tasted pretty good. The fact that Taylor was kind of enjoying this humiliation repulsed her, but it also turned her on. She moved her hand down and slid her dress up, inserting her middle finger into her pussy and exhaling as she penetrated herself.

Jen somehow sensed what was happening, flipped over, and sat up. “Did I say you could touch yourself, slut?”

Taylor’s hand shot away from her pussy. “No, Mistress Jen. I’m sorry, Mistress Jen.”

“Come here,” she commanded and pointed at her legs. “Lie down with your ass up. You’re going to get five lashes as punishment.”

“Please, Mistress.” Taylor whimpered. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Get over here before I make it ten.” Taylor scampered up from the floor and did as she was told.

“Joe, be a dear and come gag her.”

Joe grabbed a bright red ball gag from the table and shoved it into Taylor’s mouth, fastening the strap around the back of her head. Joe stepped back, and Jen pulled up Taylor’s dress up to her waist. She landed the first strike directly in the middle Taylor’s right ass cheek.

Taylor’s eyes widened, and little bits of spittle flew from the sides of her mouth as the gag muffled her scream. Jen struck again, this time on the left ass cheek. Taylor let out another muffled scream and flailed around.

“Bad girl!” Jen’s aim was incredibly accurate as she struck again, this time the riding crop striking Taylor directly on the pussy. Taylor let out a muffled howl of pain and tumbled to the ground, rolling around in agony.

“Alright now, almost done. Get up on all fours. Come on.”

Taylor slowly lifting herself up until she was on her hands and knees, her bright right ass cheeks facing Jen. Jen stood flipped the riding crop around, this time striking Taylor with the flat of the handle. Taylor moaned and slumped over, her knees buckling from the intense agony.

“Last one. Get back up, slut.” Jen commanded. Taylor got back up on all fours and trembled, spit dripping down from the gag.

Jen struck her one last time with the handle of the crop, and Taylor collapsed into a heap on the ground, her entire body shaking and covered in sweat from the exertion. Both her ass cheeks and her slit were beet red from the hits.

Mistress Jen walked over and grabbed some ice from a bucket. She gently slid the melting ice over each ass cheek and hummed a little lullaby, soothing the stinging pain caused by the whip. Finally, she took a small piece of ice and massaged it against Taylor’s puffy pussy lips. Taylor moaned into the ball gag as the ice relieved the fiery jolts of pain.

“Alright, you took those hits like a good little slut.” Jen said after a couple of minutes. “I suppose you deserve a treat.” Jen rolled Taylor onto the bed on her back, lowering her mouth onto Taylor’s now cold and wet slit. The experienced tongue of the older blonde worked wonders, and Taylor was soon gasping into her ball gag with pleasure.

Taylor’s juices ran from her stimulated cunt like a river, flowing down her pussy lips and ass crack. Just as Taylor was about to cum, Jen stopped and pulled away, reaching up to unfasten the gag. “Mack, come over here and get under her.” Mack quickly got on the bed and flipped Taylor up like a rag doll until she was mounted right over his awaiting cock.

“Joe, other hole please.” Joe immediately positioned himself behind Taylor and placed his stiff dick at the entrance of Taylor’s asshole.

“Now then, let’s play a game.” Jen smiled deviously as she lay on her back and spread her legs into front of Taylor. “You’re going to eat me until I cum. If you can get me to cum before Mack and Joe get you to cum, you get a treat. If you cum before me, you’re going to get another punishment. Ready?”

Taylor nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Go!” Jen exclaimed gleefully.

In unison, Mack and Joe began pounding Taylor’s holes. She gasped, but quickly recovered and began feverishly attacking Jen’s exposed cunt.

Taylor could feel their large rods moving around inside her, and her entire crotch and ass area were still incredibly sensitive from the lashing she’d received. She moaned ecstatically into Jen’s wet pussy as they hammered her asshole and cunt mercilessly.

She felt the orgasm building inside of her and fought to stay calm. Taylor tried to control her breathing, but it was hard enough as it was to suck in breaths of air in between burying her face into Jen’s crotch. “Mmm yeah,” Jen gasped as she wrapped her legs tightly around Taylor’s golden tresses. “Yeah, eat me, slut. Eat me good.”

Taylor redoubled her efforts, firmly wrapping her lips around the top of Jen’s slit and pressed down on her clit with her tongue. She was rewarded by a long moan from Jen. Her legs squeezed Taylor’s head even harder as Jen threw her head back with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Mack continued to fuck her pussy as he leaned up. Sliding her dress down so that it was all bunched up around her waste, Mack started sucking on Taylor’s pert little tits. He licked all over her chest and then focused on sucking on hard on her little pink nipples. Taylor’s breath grew shallow as her body grew closer and closer to orgasm. Joe had gotten up into a squatting position, a vein bulging in his neck as he hammered Taylor’s asshole as fast and hard as he could.

The bed was shaking vigorously, and their combined juices emitted loud squelches with each thrust as Mack and Joe’s balls slapped hard against Taylor’s taint.

Jen was close. Taylor could feel it. Jen’s breath came in tiny bursts, and she was making an involuntary high-pitched squeal every time Taylor’s tongue hit home on Jen’s clit.

Taylor smiled triumphantly into Jen’s crotch as she felt small tremors all over Jen’s body. She fought the urge to give into her own pleasure as she raced toward the finish line. Unluckily for her, just as Jen neared the edge, Joe decided to smack Taylor’s ass as hard as he could while he fucked her hole.

Still incomprehensibly sore from the beating it had taken from the handle of Jen’s riding crop, Taylor shrieked loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. The red-hot pain of Joe’s smack, combined with his assault on her asshole and Mack’s shaft pounding her throbbing pussy, sent over into an agonizing orgasm.

Taylor’s entire body seized up and began quivering. Her cunt lips clamped down like a vice on Mack’s cock, and her asshole pulsated around Joe’s cock. She shuddered as a flood of juices exploded out of her slit, coating Mack’s dick and balls. The instant pressure was too much for both men, and they both lost control.

Both of them came without their Mistress Jen’s permission, unleashing a torrent of semen deep into Taylor’s tight cunt and asshole. Their thick cum shooting deep into both of her holes unleashed another earth-shattering orgasm for Taylor. The shock of Mack and Joe’s loss of control startled Jen, and Taylor’s intensely shuddering mouth became too much to handle.

“Ohhh fuuuck!” Jen screamed as she squirted all over, covering Taylor’s beautiful face with her juices.

She grabbed Taylor’s head and bucked wildly against it, riding out the waves of her orgasm. Taylor could barely breathe with Jen’s legs and crotch enveloping her face. The lack of air combined with her own immensely powerful orgasm caused Taylor to grow light-headed.

Her eyes fluttered, and her shuddering body went limp as she passed out. Jen finally released Taylor’s head from between her legs. Completely spent, Joe backed out of Taylor’s ass with a plop, and Mack likewise popped his dick out of the unconscious girl’s cunt and slid out from under Taylor’s limp body.

They both stood at attention next to the bed and apologized to Mistress Jen for cumming without her permission.

“Mmm, that was magical.” Jen smiled. “I’ll forgive you two this time. Now go to your room.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Mack and Joe quickly threw on their clothes and left the suite.

Jen kissed the sleeping slut on the cheek, a thin strand of her own nectar dripping down as she pulled away. “I think you’ll be worth paying Miley a special rate to keep you all weekend,” she whispered to the sleeping pop star as she rolled over to get some rest.

Taylor lay facedown on the bed, her face glistening from Jen’s drying pussy juice. Her arms lay at her side, and her ass cheeks were still a deep shade of crimson from the brutal beatings they’d taken. Thick white strands of semen leaked from her sopping asshole and cunt, forming a large pool on the sheets beneath her.

But through it all, Taylor’s body heaved up and down from the best slumber she’d ever had in her life, a wide smile on her completely satisfied, sleeping face.

To be continued…

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