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

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

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

Chapter 1)

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

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

They were cheering.

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

Cheering.

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

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

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

2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3)

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

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

The Dead Man’s Pearl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My profession…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He wouldn’t?”

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

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

“Olive.”

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

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

“Tea, then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s… An adulterer!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horrible.

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

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

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Collared , leashed & hypnotized moms

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

Chapter 1 – Peter & mom Sharon

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

Chapter 2- Paul & mom Sonia

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

Chapter 3- Max & mom Denise

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

Chapter 4 Jeff & mom Sandra

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

Chapter 5

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

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Lisa has just quit her job.

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUE……………………

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Heather Udell auctions her pledges to rich and powerful men. She offers the men her pledges throats and vaginas.

Disclaimer:

This story is purely fictitious and is for education and entertainment purposes only. All characters appearing in these works are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. You may distribute this chapter freely so long as it is unaltered, including author information.

Based on a true story. Names and locations have been changed to protect this innocent.

The pledges sat rigidly in their chairs, eyeing the camera crew and the sorority president with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Heather, in stark contrast to their casual attire, looked at the picture of elegance in her tailored charcoal pantsuit, a gold Omega Epsilon Alpha pin glinting at her lapel. She paused before the four young women, a faint smile playing on her full lips as she allowed the moment to stretch, letting the tension build.

The cameras whirred softly, the bright lights illuminating the scene. The largest room of the sorority house was transformed into a makeshift film set, the usual frilly decorations and gossip filled chatter replaced by a palpable air of importance. Heather’s gaze flicked over each pledge, her brown eyes sharp and assessing. She held her head high, her long chestnut hair falling in glossy waves down her back.

“Pledges,” she began.

Heather’s voice was clear and commanding.

“Today marks a new chapter in your journey with Omega Epsilon Alpha.” She said.

Heather turned to the camera, her smile widening.

“We’re going to capture some special moments as our newest members take the first steps towards becoming full-fledged sisters.” Heather said.

The pledges shifted in their seats, a chorus of soft, anxious murmurs rippling through them. Heather let it hang for a moment, savoring her power, before turning back to address the group directly. The four pledges sitting before Heather were a diverse group, their youthful faces a mix of nervous excitement and apprehension.

Seated to the left was Lily, a petite brunette with warm, almond-shaped eyes and a smattering of freckles across her button nose. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a messy bun, a few wispy tendrils framing her heart shaped face. She fidgeted with the hem of her baggy blue hoodie, the university logo stretched slightly out of shape. Lily’s faded jeans hugged her slender legs, and her Converse sneakers tapped quietly against the hardwood floor.

Next to Lily was Sophia, a tall, willowy blonde with striking ice-blue eyes. She carried herself with a certain poise, her honey-colored hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders. Sophia’s cream-colored hoodie bore the crest of the soccer team she captained. Her long, toned legs, showcased by her tight-fitting Levi’s, were crossed at the ankles. She met Heather’s gaze steadily, a flicker of determination in her gaze.

To Sophia’s right was Mia, a curvy brunette with deep, expressive brown eyes and full, naturally rosy lips. She had a warm, approachable face, softened by the wavy chestnut hair falling around her shoulders. Mia’s dark green hoodie was zipped up, and her black jeans hugged her hourglass figure. She sat slightly slumped in her seat. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap.

The last pledge, sitting at the end, was Natasha. The statuesque redhead had a cascade of fiery curls tumbling past her shoulders, framing a sharp, Slavic beauty. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and striking green eyes. Her emerald eyes, flecked with gold, were wide with anticipation. Natasha’s crimson hoodie had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing a tattoo of a phoenix on her toned forearm. Her dark-wash jeans hugged her athletic legs, and she sat with her back straight, her shoulders squared. The four pledges presented a study in contrast, each bringing her own unique qualities to the sorority.

Heather turns to face the camera directly, a mischievous glint in her eye and a wicked smile playing across her lips as she leans in close.

“This ‘Pledge Drive’ package, the perfect indulgence for our most generous donors with…shall we say, refined tastes. For a substantial contribution to our scholarship fund, you’ll receive an intimate, personalized session featuring our gorgeous pledges putting their oral skills to good use. And to make it extra special, we’ve put their luscious hair up in ponytails for easier…handling during the process.” Heather said.

Behind Heather, the four pledges sit in stunned silence, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief at her bold statement. Lily’s face flushes a deep red, Sophia’s jaw drops slightly, Mia bites her lower lip nervously, and Natasha looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment. Their newly tied ponytails bounce slightly as they shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“Imagine having our precious pledges at your mercy, their ponytails wrapped around your fist as they service you with their pretty little mouths. It’s an experience like no other. So, what do you say, deep-pocketed donor? Ready to help support the next generation?” Heather said.

She winks salaciously at the camera before turning back to the shell-shocked pledges.

“And I must emphasize, these nubile young things are all fresh faced, 18-year-old college freshmen. They are our newest and most eager pledges. They may look innocent, but I am sure you can change that.” Heather said.

The four pledges squirm uncomfortably in their seats as Heather highlights their youth and inexperience. Lily’s face is flushed crimson, while Mia looks like she wants to disappear into her hoodie. Sophia, though tense, tries to maintain a shred of composure. Natasha, meanwhile, appears on the verge of tears, clearly overwhelmed by the explicit direction of this ‘pledge drive’.

“So, for a hefty donation, you can be the one to guide these budding young women in honing their… extracurricular skills. Give them a ‘hands-on’ orientation they’ll never forget. Think of it as an investment in their higher education… and your own personal pleasure,” Heather says with a dark chuckle.

Heather smiles at the camera, her eyes gleaming with wicked mischief as she reveals the price list.

“And now, for those of you with truly deep pockets and very specific tastes, allow me to introduce our premium ‘Pledge Package’ pricing tier. Starting at a quarter of a million dollars, you can indulge in the untouched, pristine mouths of our most innocent pledges. Their virgin lips and untrained tongues are a rare delicacy, waiting to be explored and educated by a generous donor like yourself.” Heather said.

She gestures to Lily, the shy brunette, her hands trembling slightly as she tries to maintain a neutral expression.

“Little Lily here, with her soft pink lips and that cute gap toothed smile, is a steal at the starting price. Her mouth has never known a man’s touch.” Heather said.

Heather moves on, trailing a finger along Mia’s jawline, making the nervous girl flinch.

“And Mia, with her full, pouty lips and that sweet little mole by her mouth, she’s an extra $50,000. Worth every penny for a taste of her pure, untainted oral charms.” Heather said.

Sophia, trying to project confidence, meets the camera’s gaze head-on. Heather chuckles. “Our little blonde bombshell Sophia, she’s $250k. That’s right, for a quarter mil, you can be the first to explore the depths of her throat with your throbbing cock.”

Finally, Heather cups Natasha’s chin, forcing the crying girl to look up.

“And Natasha, our baby, our sweet little Natasha. She’s a cool million. Her first time, her first everything, it’s all yours, for a price.”

Heather leans in close to the camera, her voice a seductive purr. The pledges sit frozen, faces flushed with humiliation and fear as Heather auctions off their innocence to the highest bidder. The camera pans out slowly, the tense, uncomfortable atmosphere palpable.

Heather stands beside Lily, gently patting the trembling girl’s head as she addresses the camera with a wicked smirk. Lily’s eyes dart nervously between Heather and the camera lens, her petite body rigid with tension and anxiety.

“Now, let me give you a closer look at our adorable little Lily,” Heather said.

Heather ran her fingers through the brunette’s silky locks.

“Aren’t you a precious thing? Just 18, with that cute button nose and those big, innocent eyes.” Heather said.

Lily swallows hard, her small hands clutching the armrests tightly. Heather leans down, gripping the girl’s chin and tilting her face towards the camera.

“Look at those soft, pink lips. Such a perfect little rosebud, just waiting to be plucked and savored.” Heather said.

She traces Lily’s lower lip with her thumb, making the girl shudder.

“Imagine being the one to pop this sweet cherry. To feel those untouched lips wrapped around your throbbing shaft as you claim her mouth… her first taste of a man.” Heather said.

Heather chuckles darkly, enjoying the obvious discomfort of the young pledge.

“Lily here is a shy little thing. But don’t worry, we’ll train her well. By the time we’re done, she’ll be eager and willing, desperate to please, or you could train her yourself?” Heather said.

She leans in close to Lily’s ear, whispering loudly enough for the camera to pick up. “Isn’t that right, pet? You’re going to be a good girl and do whatever the nice donors want, aren’t you?” Heather said.

Heather’s eyes glint with sadistic glee as she turns to Lily.

“Open your mouth, sweetness. Let our viewers get a good look at what’s in store for them.” Heather said.

Lily hesitates, a mix of fear and revulsion in her wide eyes. But under Heather’s stern gaze, she slowly parts her soft pink lips. Heather’s fingers press under the girl’s chin, pushing her mouth open wider.

“That’s it, a little more now. Don’t be shy, pet. Show them that pretty little throat.” Heather coaxes, even as Lily’s breathing grows more rapid and panicked.

The camera zooms in, filling the screen with an intimate view of Lily’s mouth and throat. Her small white teeth, her delicate pink tongue, and the tender, unblemished flesh of her gullet are all on lewd display. Heather uses her other hand to press down on Lily’s throat, feeling the delicate structure beneath the skin.

“See how tight and pristine this little neck is? Just imagine sliding your throbbing cock down that untouched passage, stretching her open… She’s never had a man’s thick shaft inside her. You could be her first.” Heather said.

Lily gags slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the invasive examination. The depravity of the act is clear, but she remains obedient under Heather’s cruel manipulation. The camera lingers on her exposed mouth and throat, the lewd image sure to fuel many a dark fantasy.

As the camera zooms in for a closeup, the lens captures every intimate detail of Lily’s exposed mouth and throat. Her small, even white teeth glisten slightly, the front two slightly overlapping the bottom ones in a way that’s almost adorably imperfect. Directly behind them, her delicate pink tongue lies in wait, its surface smooth and untouched. The camera angle allows a glimpse of the tiny bumps on her tongue’s surface, proof of its pristine, untainted state. As Lily’s chest rises and falls with nervous breaths, the camera captures the subtle dance of her tongue’s tip as it brushes against the roof of her mouth.

Heather’s fingers pressing down on Lily’s chin force her mouth open wider, revealing the entrance to her throat. The delicate, pale pink flesh of her inner cheeks stretches taut, displaying the glistening, moisture-laden surfaces that await the invasion of a thick, pulsing shaft. Deeper still, the camera catches a glimpse of Lily’s uvula, the tiny, cone-shaped flesh that dangles like a miniature lure, beckoning the viewer’s gaze into the depths of her untouched throat. The light from the camera lens casts a glint off the saliva that pools in the back of her open mouth, the natural lubricant that could serve to ease the way for a fortunate donor’s girthy cock.

Beyond the uvula, the camera can just make out the glimmer of Lily’s glistening esophageal walls, their tender, unblemished surfaces stretching taut as Heather presses down on her throat. The delicate pink flesh seems to ripple almost imperceptibly with each of Lily’s quick, shallow breaths, a tantalizing preview of how it might stretch and flutter around a hard, throbbing intrusion. The camera lingers on this lewd, intimate view, drinking in every quivering inch of Lily’s exposed and vulnerable flesh.

Heather taps Lily on the shoulders, the click of her nails against the fabric of the pledge’s hoodie momentarily breaking through the stunned silence.

“Lily,” she says.”

Her voice took on a coaxing, almost nurturing tone,

“Why don’t you read the note out loud for us. Let everyone hear what you have to say.” Heather said.

Lily’s hands tremble slightly as she takes the note from Heather’s grasp, her eyes scanning the words written there. After a moment, she lifts her gaze from the note to the camera, her cheeks flushed a deep, crimson red.

“Um,” she starts.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. She clears her throat, tries again.

“I… I’ve been dreaming about sucking cock all my life.” Lily said.

The words come out in a rush, tumbling out of her mouth as if she’s afraid she’ll lose her nerve if she doesn’t say them quickly.

There’s a pause, a beat of stunned silence from the camera crew and the other pledges. Lily’s chest heaves with a shaky breath, her eyes wide and uncertain as they remain fixed on the camera.

“Every… every night,” she continues.

Her voice gained a bit of strength as she spoke.

“I imagine wrapping my lips around hard, throbbing cocks. I fantasize about the taste of cum on my tongue, the feel of heavy balls against my chin as I swallow every last drop.” She takes another breath, licks her lips nervously.

“I want that fantasy to become a reality. I want to use my mouth, my tongue, my throat, to bring pleasure to a special donor. I want to be known as the best cock sucker in the world, the pledge who can make any man cum with just the touch of her lips.” She said.

By the time she finishes speaking, Lily’s face is flushed with shame and arousal, her breathing coming fast and shallow. She looks like she might faint, might vomit, might burst into tears. The camera remains focused on her face, capturing every nuance of her expression.

Heather smiles wickedly as Lily reads the lewd confessions aloud, clearly pleased by the pledge’s obedience and the growing arousal in the room. She reaches out and taps Lily on the shoulder again, this time leaving her hand resting on the fabric of the hoodie.

Lily swallows hard, the implications of Heather’s touch clear. Hesitantly, she reaches out with a trembling hand and slowly, tentatively, slips it under the hem of Heather’s short skirt. Heather’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she makes no move to stop Lily. Instead, she parts her thighs just a bit, giving the pledge more room to explore. Lily’s fingertips brush against the damp fabric of Heather’s panties, making the older woman inhale sharply.

With a growing sense of disbelief at her own boldness, Lily slips two slender fingers under the leg band of Heather’s underwear. She can feel the heat radiating from Heather’s core, the slick arousal coating her folds. Slowly, carefully, Lily begins to stroke along Heather’s slit, her fingers gliding easily through the wetness. Thirty seconds feel like an eternity as Lily fingers Heather under her skirt, the room filled with the soft, obscene sounds of her digits moving through Heather’s dripping sex. Heather bites her lower lip, a quiet moan escaping her as her hips twitch slightly into Lily’s touch.

Finally, Lily withdraws her hand, her fingers coated in Heather’s slick arousal. Heather watches, her chest heaving with shallow breaths, as Lily brings her hand to her mouth. Lily looks up at Heather as she parts her lips and slowly, lewdly, licks her fingers clean. She swirls her tongue around each digit, making a show of tasting Heather’s essence. The room is utterly silent except for the obscene sound of Lily’s tongue against her fingers and the soft, shaky breaths of the women watching the display. Lily keeps her eyes locked with Heather’s as she savors her flavor, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air.

“I must admit, I have used her mouth, and I highly recommend it! She is still technically a virgin.” Heather said.

Heather’s bold admission hangs in the air, the implications sending a shiver down the spines of the other pledges. Sophia and Mia exchange wide-eyed glances, their cheeks flushed a deep crimson beneath their hoodies. Natasha, ever the composed one, raises an eyebrow but keeps her expression neutral.

“Well, well,” Heather said.

Heather clearly reveled in the shock value of her words.

“Lily’s skills seem to extend beyond just her fingers.” Heather said.

She reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Lily’s ear in a bizarrely intimate gesture.

Lily, for her part, seems frozen in place, her eyes wide and glassy. The lingering taste of Heather on her tongue and the knowledge that her actions have been broadcast so casually seem to have short-circuited her ability to react.

“So, if a certain… intimacy… is what you’re after, Lily’s oral services are available for a discounted rate, given her status as a pledge. Instead of bidding, if you flat out donate 500,000 dollars, and she’s all yours.” Heather’s grin widens, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she gauges the reactions of the others.

“Don’t worry if that is too much for you. For 2025, we have 42 more virgin mouths for you. They vary in price, but much less than half a million dollars. Just go to the website and place a donation bid. Highest bidder will win.” Heather said.

Heather grins, a shark sensing blood in the water.

“Well, it’s simple really. Each of these lovely ladies has a profile page on our secure, private website. You’ll find detailed de***********ions, photos, and most importantly, the current highest bid on their services.” Heather said.

She saunters over to the camera, her heels clicking on the polished floor, and gestures to the display.

“For instance, here we have Chloe. She’s a sweet little 19-year-old sophomore with a ‘taste for the exotic. As of now, her oral services are going for a mere $150,000.” Heather said.

Heather looks back at the pledges, her eyes glinting with malice.

“The bidding war is fierce though. It’s all about who is willing to pay the most to claim a pledge first. Isn’t that right, girls?” Heather said.

Heather walked over to where Sophia is seated. She gestures to one of the cameramen, who zooms in, capturing the tall blonde’s face in closeup. Heather places a manicured hand under Sophia’s chin, tilting her head upwards.

“Open wide, Sophia,” Heather said.

Her tone was sugary sweet but laced with authority.

“Let’s give our potential donors a nice, big smile.” Heather said.

The camera flashes, illuminating Sophia’s surprised expression as she reluctantly parts her lips. Heather peers inside Sophia’s open mouth, inspecting it like one might examine a horse’s teeth at auction. She nods approvingly.

“Mmm, very nice. Straight, white teeth – the perfect instrument for pleasing our generous benefactors.” Heather turns to the camera, a wicked glint in her eye.

“And for just $450,000, you too could have these luscious virgin lips wrapped around your cock.” Heather said.

The camera lingered on Sophia’s slender throat, the pale column of her neck contrasting sharply with her ivory turtleneck sweater. With each nervous breath, her Adams apple bobbed slightly, and her delicate uvula could be seen swaying ever so lightly beneath her tongue as she parted her lips. The intimate close-up highlighted Sophia’s youthful vulnerability, a stark contrast to the lewd acts being implied.

Mia and Natasha squirmed uncomfortably in their seats while Lily looked on with wide, disbelieving eyes, all four pledges seeming to shrink under the unrelenting gaze of the camera and the sorority president’s predatory stare. The air grew thick with tension and the unspoken threat of what was to come if they refused to comply with Heather’s twisted “pledge drive”.

Heather stepped back from Sophia and gestured to a note card Sophia was holding, then nodded at the blonde pledge.

“Go on Sophia, read it aloud. Don’t be shy now.” Heather said.

Sophia swallowed hard, her slender throat bobbing, as she reached for the note with trembling fingers. She unfolded it and read the words written there in a shaky voice.

“I… I love watching lesbian porn…” Sophia said.

Heather grinned wickedly at the camera.

“Isn’t that interesting? Sophia here has quite a naughty secret. I’m sure many of our donors would love to help her… explore those fantasies firsthand.” Heather said.

Sophia’s cheeks flushed bright red as she stared at the floor, unable to meet the camera’s lens. The other pledges looked on in stunned silence, barely daring to breathe. The atmosphere in the room was palpable with shame, embarrassment, and a perverse sense of titillation. Heather basked in their discomfort, savoring the power she held over them.

Heather stepped closer to Sophia, placing a hand on the back of the blonde pledge’s chair. She leaned in, her voice taking on a commanding tone.

“Sophia, I need you to look directly at the camera. You are going to tell our viewers that you love eating pussy, just like the lesbians in the videos you watch. Go ahead, say it.” Heather said, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light.

Sophia hesitates for a long moment; her face flushed a deep scarlet. But under Heather’s penetrating stare, she slowly turns to face the camera. She takes a shaky breath before speaking in a barely audible whisper.

“I love eating pussy.” Sophia said.

Sophia’s words hung in the air, barely above a whisper, yet they rang out with a shocking clarity in the tense silence of the room. The petite blonde’s face was flushed a deep, humiliated crimson as she stared into the camera lens with wide, tear-filled eyes. Heather, meanwhile, looked positively delighted with Sophia’s reluctant confession. She gave an exaggerated nod to the camera, as if to emphasize the significance of what the pledge had just said.

The two cameramen, one positioned to the side and the other directly in front of Sophia, zoomed in on the blonde’s face, capturing every micro-expression of her shame and distress. The other three pledges watched the exchange with a mixture of disbelief and horror etched upon their faces. Lily looked like she wanted to say something, her mouth opening and closing a few times as if to speak. Mia and Natasha simply stared, their eyes wide and their bodies rigid with tension.

The atmosphere in the room had shifted, the earlier sense of unease now replaced by a thick, almost suffocating tension that seemed to crackle with unspoken threats and dark promises.

Heather’s smile widened, a cruel and mocking expression as she maintained eye contact with Sophia.

“That’s a good start, but let’s give our audience a bit more detail, shall we?” she said.

Heather turned to the camera.

“Sophia, be a dear and describe exactly how much you enjoy plunging your tongue deep into a woman’s most intimate area. Tell us all the naughty things that tongue of yours loves to do down there.” Heather said.

She waited for Sophia’s response, clearly enjoying the blonde’s obvious distress and humiliation. The other pledges watched in horror, unsure of what Sophia would do next. Heather turned Sophia’s chin with a finger, forcing the blonde to look directly into the camera lens.

“Now Sophia, I want you to look right at the camera,” Heather instructed, her voice firm yet laced with a sadistic undercurrent of excitement.

She paused, letting the moment linger as she savored Sophia’s obvious discomfort.

“Tell everyone watching how much you love wrapping those pretty lips around a nice, hard cock. Describe how you use that talented tongue of yours to pleasure men. Don’t be shy now,” Heather purred, patting Sophia’s cheek condescendingly.

The room fell silent, all eyes on Sophia, awaiting her humiliating confession. Lily gripped her seat, knuckles turning white, as Mia and Natasha shared a look of disbelief. The air felt heavy, thick with dread and anticipation.

What will Sophia do or say under this new pressure and public exposure? The stage seems set for a degrading admission forced from her trembling lips. Sophia turned to the camera and stuttered that she loves sucking cock. Heather leaned in close to Sophia, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as she whispered the humiliating words for Sophia to repeat.

“And Sophia, sweetheart, for a real treat, tell our viewers what your absolute favorite thing is to do. Describe sucking on a cock that’s still dripping with another woman’s juices and semen, straight from a gaping pussy. Really paint a picture,” Heather commanded, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.

She stepped back and gestured to the camera, signaling for Sophia to make her degrading confession live to the audience watching. The room held its breath, the tension nearly palpable. Sophia’s face had turned beet red, and her body trembled with humiliation and dread.

The other pledges watched in horrified fascination, unable to look away. They could only imagine the disgusting act Heather was forcing Sophia to describe. Mia felt sick to her stomach, wondering what other vile things Heather would make them do.

As Sophia hesitated, clearly struggling to form the words, Heather’s expression darkened. It was clear she expected obedience, and she would not accept any hesitation or refusal. The camera lights glared into the room, the whirring of the lenses a harsh contrast to the stunned silence. All eyes were on Sophia, awaiting her filthy declaration.

Sophia takes a deep shuddering breath and says,

“I love sucking cock that’s just came out of a stretched, gaping pussy. I especially love it when the cock is coated in a thick layer of pussy juices and fresh, hot cum. The taste of both our fluids mixed together drives me crazy with lust. I can’t get enough of slurping and sucking every last drop off that messy, spent cock like a dirty, desperate slut.” Sophia’s voice trembled but she forced the degrading words out.

Sophia’s words hung heavily in the air, each filthy detail painting a vivid and sickening picture. The room remained silent, stunned by the graphic nature of her confession. Heather looked on, clearly pleased with Sophia’s degrading declaration. She let the humiliation sink in for a moment before clapping her hands together.

“Bravo, Sophia! What an exquisite de***********ion,” Heather said.

Her voice dripped with false praise.

“And to think, that’s just a small taste of what our little pledges are willing to do for their sisters and our esteemed donors.” Heather said.

She turned to the camera, her smile widening.

“You heard it here folks. Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega’s newest pledges are eager to satisfy any desire, no matter how depraved. And for the right price, they can be all yours.” Heather said.

Sophia, her face still flushed with humiliation, takes a shaky breath before continuing.

“Mmm, and I especially love when a cock alternates between my mouth and a pussy,” she says.

Her voice wavered slightly.

“I want the flavor of that hot cunt fresh on the dick when I take it back in my mouth.” Sophia said.

Her eyes fluttered as she spoke, as if imagining the sordid scene.

“Over and over, back and forth, until my chin is dripping with both juices.” Sophia’s confession hangs heavy in the air, the graphic details painting an obscene picture.

Heather turns to Sophia, a wicked grin on her face.

“Alright Sophia, I want you to look right into the camera and give us your honest thoughts on something,” she instructs.

Sophia swallows hard, her eyes wide as she turns to face the camera lens directly.

“Heather nods approvingly. “Go ahead and tell them what you just told me, about your deepthroating skills. And add this line at the end…” heather said.

Heather leans close to Sophia’s ear and whispers something. Sophia’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She nods meekly, then turns back to the camera.

Sophia looks into the camera, her expression a mix of shame and trepidation.

“I’m not very good at deepthroating,” she admits softly.

“But maybe with practice, and the right, uh… teacher, I can get better at taking a whole cock down my throat.” Sophia bites her lower lip nervously after making the humiliating confession, her eyes darting away from the camera lens.

“Well, well,” Heather says.

Heather is clearly pleased with Sophia’s public admission of her oral shortcomings.

“Isn’t that sweet? Little Miss Sophia here is eager to learn, to take lessons from someone who can really show her the ropes.” Heather says.

Heather glances over at the other pledges, a smirk playing on her lips. Heather turns back to Sophia with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“And now Sophia, I want you to give the camera a nice, close-up view. Open your mouth nice and wide for us, sweetheart.” Heather says.

Sophia hesitates for a moment, biting her lower lip. But with a trembling sigh, she parts her lips, slowly opening her mouth as wide as she can. Her small, pink tongue pushes down, and you can see the entrance to her throat at the back of her mouth.

“Wide. I want to see all the way in.” Heather said.

Sophia stretches her jaw further, eyes watering slightly as she presents her open mouth for the camera’s leering eye. The pledges watch in awkward silence. Heather looks directly into the camera, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she leans in close to Sophia’s exposed mouth.

“Mmm, can’t you just imagine it?” Heather said.

Her voice dripped with a suggestion.

“That tight little throat, gripping you, squeezing you as you thrust deep… all the way to the hilt.” Heather said.

She reaches out a manicured finger and traces the outline of Sophia’s stretched lips, her nail catching briefly on the girl’s teeth.

“The way her slender neck would pulse and twitch as you fuck her face, claiming her mouth, her throat… making her yours.” Heather said.

Heather’s finger slides into Sophia’s mouth, pushing down on her tongue, forcing it to flatten.

“Oh, the filthy, delicious noises she’d make, choking, gagging, drooling all over your thick cock as you ruin her tight little virgin holes…” Heather said.

Heather withdraws her finger with a pop, a strand of Sophia’s saliva connecting it briefly. She licks it clean, maintaining eye contact with the camera.

“Whoever claims this bitch’s first deepthroat experience is in for a real treat. I can’t wait to see the footage…” Heather said.

Mia flinches slightly as Heather’s fingers contact her shoulder, the petite brunette’s eyes widening nervously as Heather approaches her. Mia’s cheeks are flushed, a mix of embarrassment and shame playing across her features. She fidgets in her seat, hands twisting in her lap. Heather looks down at Mia, her red-soled heels clicking on the floor as she circles the seated pledge like a predator eyeing its prey.

“My my, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” Heather said condescendingly.

She reaches out and grasps Mia’s chin firmly, tilting the girl’s face up towards her own.

“Such soft skin, such innocent eyes. I bet you’re just dying to please someone important, hmm?” Heather said

Mia’s breath hitches as Heather manhandles her, her voice coming out as a meek squeak. “I… I want to do well, for the sorority…” Heather said

Heather laughs, a sharp, mocking sound.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, sweetheart. And you will, if you play your cards right.” Heather said

She releases Mia’s chin, only to grab a fistful of the girl’s wavy chestnut hair. Heather yanks Mia’s head back, leaning in to whisper hotly in her ear.

“The real question is, how far are you willing to go to prove yourself? What dirty little secrets are hiding behind those big, scared eyes of yours?” Heather said

Heather holds the pose for a long, tense moment before releasing Mia abruptly and straightening up.

To be continued…

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Book 2

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Heather’s red nailed fingers grasp Mia’s chin, digging into the soft flesh as she forces the petite pledge to open her mouth wide. Mia’s eyes widened in surprise and humiliation, her lips parting reluctantly to reveal her pink tongue and neat row of white teeth. Heather leans close, her hot breath wafting over Mia’s face as she speaks.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get a good look in there. I want the camera to see every inch of that pretty little mouth that’s about to service the elite.” Heather said.

Behind them, the other pledges shift uncomfortably in their seats, their faces a mix of shock and disgust. The camera zooms in, the lens capturing the glistening wetness of Mia’s mouth and the way her jaw trembles slightly.

“Remember, Mia,” Heather says loudly, for the benefit of the camera,

“You’re lucky to have an oral gift like this. There’s a whole world of powerful people out there who would pay top dollar to feel these lips wrapped around their cocks.” Heather said.

Heather traces a finger along the inside of Mia’s lower lip, making the pledge flinch. She smiles coldly, enjoying the power she has over the young woman.

“Now, smile for the camera,” Heather commands.

“Show them what they’re bidding on.” Heather said.

The room falls silent, waiting for Mia’s response, her face frozen in a grimace of humiliation as Heather holds her mouth open, displaying her for the leering camera.

The high-definition camera lingers on Mia’s gaping mouth, zooming in to reveal every intimate detail. Mia’s teeth are small and white, perfectly aligned, glinting slightly under the bright studio lights. Her tongue was pink, laying trembling on the floor of her mouth, coated in a thin sheen of saliva. Heather’s fingers pressing into Mia’s chin cause her throat to constrict slightly, the delicate flesh of her neck flexing.

Mia’s gums, a vulnerable pink, are visible as Heather forces her mouth open wider. The back of Mia’s throat comes into view, the opening to her esophagus a tight, puckered hole that leads down into the darkness of her body. The light catches on the curve of her tonsils, glistening and slightly reddened from the forced position.

Heather’s red manicured nails contrast starkly with the pale, delicate flesh of Mia’s face and the glistening pink of her mouth. The close-up shot emphasizes the vulnerability and intimacy of the scene, highlighting every tremor and flutter of Mia’s mouth and throat in exquisite, almost painful detail. The camera seems to linger on each intimate contour, capturing the shame and humiliation in Mia’s wide, terrified eyes before they squeeze shut against the intrusion.

“Alright, Mia,” Heather says.

She holds up a small piece of paper, waving it in front of Mia’s face.

“I want you to read this note out loud for the camera. Let everyone know what a naughty little slut you really are.” Heather says.

The note is crumpled slightly in Heather’s fingers, and there’s a wicked gleam in her eye as she watches Mia struggle with the humiliation of the situation.

The room falls silent, the tension palpable as everyone awaits to see what Mia will do. The two other pledges, Lily and Sophia, sit frozen in their seats, eyes wide with fear of what might come next. The camera continues to roll, the red record light glowing ominously.

Heather’s gaze bores into Mia, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Go on, Mia. Read it,” Heather says.

Her voice left no room for disobedience.

“Let all our potential bidders hear the filthy things you’re craving.”

She shakes the note slightly, the crumpled paper rustling in the oppressive quiet of the room.

“That’s an order, pledge.” Heather says.

Mia reads the note with a quivering voice.

“Even though I am a virgin and my mouth has never had a cock. I’m a cock hungry virgin who desperately needs a big fat dick shoved down her throat. I want to choke on thick, veiny shafts, drooling and gagging as I take them balls deep. I want my neck bulging, and my face fucked until I’m drowning in spit and sperm.” Mia said.

Mia’s voice cracks as she forces out the degrading words.

“Please, I need my throat used hard by powerful men. I’ll do anything to worship cocks with my slutty mouth.” Mia said.

Her face is bright red with shame and humiliation. Heather smirks wickedly as Mia finishes reading the lewd note, her face now beet red with humiliation.

“Well, well, well. Looks like little miss Mia here is just aching for a thick cock to play with,” Heather taunts, circling the trembling pledge like a shark.

She turns to the camera.

“And you heard it here first, folks. For the low price of $350,000, you too can have this cock-hungry virgin choking on your fat dick. Just imagine balls deep in that tight throat, her pretty little face fucked until she’s gagging and drooling like the slut she is. She doesn’t care how old you are, she wants you to fuck her throat.” Heather said.

Heather grabs Mia’s hair, yanking her head back and exposing her neck.

“Aren’t you? Aren’t you just desperate girl to be used and abused?” Heather said.

She punctuates her question with a sharp slap to Mia’s cheek. The sound echoes in the room, followed by Mia’s muffled whimper. The air is thick with tension and the pledges’ shared humiliation. Sophia and Lily look away, unable to watch, while Natasha glares at Heather with barely contained rage. The camera continues to roll, capturing every moment of the pledges’ degradation.

Mia whimpers again as Heather keeps a tight grip on her hair, forcing her to maintain eye contact with the camera. Tears well up in Mia’s eyes, her bottom lip trembling.

“I…I love the feeling of a thick cock hitting the back of my throat,” Mia stutters out, her face flushed crimson with shame and humiliation.

“I want it… want it to go so deep that everything goes black. Want to choke on it until I’m unconscious, used like a fuck toy. I love losing control, being completely at the mercy of a hard cock violating my throat.” Her voice cracks on the last word.

Heather grins wickedly and releases Mia’s hair with a sharp tug, causing the pledge’s head to snap forward.

“There you have it, folks! Mia here is a real throat slut. She will take that dick as deep as it’ll go, pass out, and come right back for more.” Heather turns Mia’s face from side to side, displaying her tear-stained cheeks to the camera.

The room is silent except for the soft sniffles and shaky breaths of the pledges. Natasha looks like she might be sick, her face pale and eyes wide. Sophia stares at her lap, hands clenched into fists. Lily just looks dazed, rocking slightly in her chair. The air is thick with tension and the weight of the pledges’ degrading confessions. Mia continues to say that sometimes one cock is not enough. Sometimes she dreams of having multiple cocks fighting for her mouth.

“Oh? Mia’s a greedy little thing, isn’t she? She thinks one cock is too few, hmm?” Heather’s voice drips with mock sympathy.

Mia hiccups on a sob but keeps her tearful gaze on the camera.

“Sometimes…sometimes I have fantasies of being surrounded by…by hard cocks. All wanting me, fighting for my mouth…” Mia said.

She swallows thickly, her heaving chest pressing against the tight fabric of her hoodie.

“I dream of choking on one while another slap my face. Of having my throat stretched by cock after cock, all of them leaking and twitching, covered in spit and pre-cum…and cum.” Mia said.

Mia’s eyes glaze over as she loses herself in the degrading fantasy. “I want to be a hole for them to ruin. To make me choke on their dicks until I can’t breathe. I crave being used like that, like a cheap fuck toy for their pleasure.” Mia said.

She shakes herself slightly, the haze of arousal clearing. Shame colors her cheeks deep red and fresh tears spill down her face.

“God…I’m so disgusting. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Mia said.

The room feels charged, the air heavy with Mia’s shocking confession and the pledges’ stunned, horrified silence. Heather looks thrilled, her eyes gleaming with triumph and sadistic glee. The cameras whir and click, immortalizing Mia’s humiliation and depravity for all to see.

Heather turns to Mia, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

“Come on now, Mia. Don’t be shy. Tell us what you really want those nasty men to do to you while you’re choking on their dirty cocks,” Heather said with a wicked grin.

She placed a hand on Mia’s shoulder, gripping it tightly.

“Go on, say it. Say you like it when they slap you hard, leave red handprints on your face as you gag and sputter on their thick dicks,” Heather demanded.

The room falls silent, the weight of Heather’s words hanging heavy in the air. The other pledges look away, unable to witness Mia’s impending humiliation, while the cameras zoom in, eager to capture every cringe-worthy moment.

Heather’s fingers dig into Mia’s flesh, a silent warning.

“Well? Don’t keep us in suspense. Confess your dirty little desire,” Heather said, her voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

“I like it when they slap me hard in the face while choking me on their cocks.” Mia whispers

Heather smirks triumphantly as Mia whispers her shameful confession, the words barely audible.

“What was that? We could not hear you. Speak up now, let everyone hear what a filthy little slut you are.” Heather said.

She turns to the cameras, gesturing grandly.

“You heard her, everyone. Mia here loves getting slapped hard in the face while she’s choking on a nice big cock.” Heather cackles wickedly, the sound echoing through the room.

“Well, well. Isn’t that just priceless,” she sneers, patting Mia’s cheek condescendingly.

“And to think, some lucky bidder will get to make all your nasty fantasies come true. For the right price, of course.”

Heather grins sadistically, savoring Mia’s humiliation. She leans close, her voice dripping with venom.

“I didn’t quite catch that last part. I think our bidders need to hear exactly what kind of nasty whore they’re dealing with.” Heather pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing.

“Now, Mia, I want you to tell the camera… say you like it when men pinch your nose so you can’t breathe while you’re choking on their big, hard cocks.” Heather said.

Mia trembles, her face flushed a deep crimson. She glances desperately at the other pledges but finds no solace in their equally shocked expressions. With a shaky voice barely above a whisper, Mia finally speaks her darkest desire into the camera lens:

“I… I like it when men pinch my nose so I can’t breathe while I’m choking on their cocks…” Mia said.

Heather throws her head back in a mocking laugh, patting Mia’s burning cheek again.

“There we go! Doesn’t she just scream ‘unbridled desperation’? I’m sure her ‘services’ will be snapped up in no time.” She turns back to the camera, her smile widening.

“So, any takers for Mia? The bidding starts at a cool million for this one.” Heather said.

The camera pans out, giving a wide shot of the room. The heavy silence is broken only by the hum of the equipment and the pledges’ shaky breathing. The game of degradation continues, the sisters’ humiliation laid bare for the world’s sick amusement. Heather’s eyes gleam with sadistic glee as she turns back to face the camera

“And just a little bonus for our deepest pockets – double that donation, and you’ll have exclusive access to Mia’s throat for a full three weeks! Imagine the possibilities, gentleman. Twenty-four seven, her hot little mouth and tight throat, all yours to use as you please.” Heather said.

Heather reaches over and grabs Mia’s hair, yanking her head back and forcing her to look directly into the camera. Mia whimpers, tears streaking down her reddened cheeks.

“That’s right, Mia? You would love nothing more than to spend three weeks choking and gagging on a real man’s cock, wouldn’t you?” Heather said.

Mia’s body shakes with silent sobs, but she nods weakly, unable to deny her twisted fate any longer. Heather releases her grip and smiles triumphantly at the camera.

Heather strides over to Natasha. She hands Natasha a folded note with a wicked smile.

“Read it aloud, Natasha,” Heather said.

H voice cold and expectant.

“Let’s hear that pretty voice of yours.” Heather said.

Natasha hesitates, her hands trembling as she takes the note. The tall redhead unfolds the paper with shaking fingers and clears her throat. In a shaky voice, Natasha read the note.

“I am Natasha, and… and I love the taste of cum. I love how it coats my tongue and slides down my throat. I especially love it when it is mixed with other juices, any juices. I’m not picky. I just want to taste it, again and again.” Natasha said.

Natasha’s face flushes bright red as she finishes reading, her cheeks burning with humiliation and shame. A single tear rolls down her porcelain skin. She looks up at Heather, awaiting her next command with terrified anticipation. The room feels even more charged and uncomfortable than before, the other pledges shifting in their seats as they watch Natasha’s degradation unfold.

Natasha takes a shaky breath, her face still flushed with embarrassment and humiliation. She looks up at Heather with tearful eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I have never done it before, not for real. The closest I’ve come is, um, watching porn.” Natasha gulps, her eyes darting nervously.

“Seeing those videos, it just looks so intense. The way it, um, pulses out and coats everything… I think about that a lot.” Natash said.

She fidgets in her seat, squirming with a mix of shame and anticipation.

“I’ve always wondered what it would really feel like, the taste, the texture. Thick and hot and real, not just on a screen.” Natasha’s voice grows a bit stronger as she speaks about her fantasies.

“I would love to have that experience, to be honest. To have someone… to have them use my mouth, my throat, to give me that first real taste.” Natash said.

Her eyes widen a little and she bites her lips.

“If it could be with someone who would be gentle but generous, I mean. To guide me through it, make it good for both of us. That would be amazing.” Natash said.

Natasha’s face burns with humiliation as she continues her confession. She looks down at her lap, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

“God, this is so embarrassing… but, um, there were times I’d watch those, uh, bukkake videos, you know? Porn movies where one girl is, like, surrounded…” Natasha’s voice trails off and she clears her throat.

“They just keep cumming and cumming, and she tries to swallow it all. Gallons of it, until her belly is full and it’s just pouring out of her mouth and nose.” Natasha’s breathing quickens at the memories.

“I’d, um, I’d touch myself while watching that. I’d imagine it was me there, choking on all that hot, sticky seed.” She admits.

“My fingers would pump in and out of my pussy, and I’d rub my clit, pretending it was a big cock pulsing jets of cum down my throat.” Natasha confesses in a mortified whisper.

“I always wondered what it would be like for real. To be so utterly used. It’s so degrading but… it just turned me on so much.” Her cheeks are crimson as she finally falls silent, utterly humiliated by her admissions.

“I’ve fantasized about eating a pussy completely destroyed, absolutely wrecked by cocks. The thought of diving in tongue first, lapping up the overflowing semen and juices, even with blood mixed in…” Natasha said.

Natasha swallows hard, her breathing becoming shallow.

“I imagine the pussy lips swollen and raw, the hole gaping and twitching as I bury my face in it. Slurping down after thick load of cum, relishing the taste of multiple men on my tongue.” Natasha said.

Her eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to block out the disturbing images her words paint.

“Somehow, the idea of it being bloody, too brutal for the owner to walk, makes it even filthier. More taboo. I fantasize about having my face shoved in it, being forced to clean it out, choking on the unholy mix…” Natasha’s voice cracks and she looks away, trembling with a confusing mix of horror and reluctant arousal at the depravity she’s confessing.

Natasha hesitates before speaking, her voice shaking with a disturbing mix of guilt and excitement as she recounts her deeply troubling fantasy.

“In my darkest dreams… I see my best friend, Lila, tied down and completely helpless. Sixty men, strangers, surround her, eagerly awaiting their turn.” Natasha swallows hard, her pale skin flushing slightly beneath the heavy makeup.

“One by one, they… they use her. Lila is sobbing, begging them to stop, but they don’t. They can’t.” Natasha’s eyes glaze over as she gets lost in the horrifying scenario.

“Every ten men, it’s my turn. I’m forced down between Lila’s spread legs. Her pussy… it’s absolutely destroyed. Covered in semen, blood, and her own juices. I have to… I have to clean it. Eat everything out of her, like I’m starving and that’s my only sustenance.” Natasha makes a strangled, choked noise, looking ill.

“I lap it all up the cum, the blood, her tears, all of it. I do it again and again, as the men keep going, keep using her.” Natasha trembles, looking at Heather and the camera.

“I’m disgusted with myself, but the fantasy… it really turns me on. I hate myself for it.” She looks away in shame, her confession complete.

“In another fantasy, depravity reaches new heights. The anus… it’s utterly destroyed. Gaping open, stretched to an impossible width of four inches by the relentless pounding it’s taken.” Natasha’s voice wavers with a sickening mix of revulsion and arousal.

“A deep, angry red, the skin raw and bloody. Semen oozes out in thick globs, pooling around the gaping hole. I’m forced to clean that too.” She swallows repeatedly, trying not to gag at the thought.

“I have to bury my face in that destroyed, bloody asshole and eat out the huge quantities of sperm and blood that are leaking out. Shove my tongue inside that gaping, ravaged hole, feel it stretch even wider as I dig my tongue in deep.” Natasha said.

Natasha’s voice drops to a shaky whisper, her eyes fluttering closed as she speaks.

“I imagine my older sister, bound and on her stomach, completely at their mercy. The first man grabs her hips roughly and slams inside. The wet squelches and her muffled cries fill the room as he pounds her hard.” Natasha said.

“One by one, the men take turns, each one fucking her savagely, their cocks slapping against her ass as they use her. My sister’s anus stretches more with each one, gaping and twitching.” Natasha said.

“After every tenth man, it’s my turn. I’m forced down to clean her used hole. I see it before me, a bloody, gaping crater, leaking copious amounts of semen, saliva, and blood. The stench is overwhelming.” Natasha said.

“Choking back bile, I bury my face between her cheeks. My tongue pushes through the gash, plunging into the hot, slick mess. I swirl my tongue around, scooping out the mixture of cum and blood, stuffing my mouth until I’m fit to burst. Reluctantly, I swallow it all down, gasping before diving back in to continue the grim task.” Natasha said.

“The line continues, 100 strong, each one using my sister, and me, clean up after. By the end, her holes are irreparably damaged, oozing and useless. And I’m left coughing, my belly full of the filthy evidence of their depraved fucking, my mind twisted with a sick sense of satisfaction.” Natasha said.

Natasha takes a shuddering breath, her eyes wild and desperate as she looks at Heather.

“I don’t care where it comes from. I don’t care if it’s dripping from a filthy cock that’s been buried in a dozen dirty assholes, or if it’s mixed with the slutty juices from a well fucked cunt. I want to eat it all.” Natasha said.

She licks her lips, her voice rising with manic fervor.

“I want to see it splattered on a used cock, or leaking from the crusty hole of a gaping pussy. I don’t care about the source. I just want to eat it.” Natasha said.

Natasha’s hands clutch at her thighs, her nails digging into her skin through her tights.

“I want you to shove my face into a room full of spent, nasty condoms, each one bulging with a thick load. I want to bury my nose in them, inhale that musky, rotten scent before carefully untying each one and slurping down every drop of sperm inside.” Natasha said.

She pants softly, her chest heaving with excitement.

“So please. Use me. Debase me. Feed me the filthiest cum you can find. I’m nothing more than a set of lips and a tongue, desperate to serve the most debased desires of others.” Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, lost in a world of perverse fantasy.

Natasha continues reading the degrading note aloud, her voice trembling and cracking with a mixture of humiliation and shameful excitement. She grips the paper with shaking hands, the words blurring before her eyes as she forces herself to speak to them.

“Mmm, yes, I… I want it all. I want to be just a hole, a set of hungry lips and a throat greedy for cum,” Natasha reads, her face flushed a deep crimson.

“I don’t care where that cock has been. I want to clean those nasty, smelly cocks with my tongue. I want to lap up every drop, even the dry, stale cum that’s been sitting for hours in a filthy condom.” Natasha said.

She swallows hard, her breathing growing ragged as she continues.

“Please, use me to satisfy your dirtiest urges. Cum on my face and make me eat it off. Shove your messy cocks in my mouth and make me suck out the last drops. I’ll thank you for the privilege, beg you for more.” Natasha said.

Natasha hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath, steeling herself to read the final, most degrading part of the note.

“And… and I want more. I want my 30 oz Stanley mug, the one I take to classes every day, to be filled to the brim with your hot, thick cum,” Natasha says, her voice shaking violently now.

“I want to sip on it throughout my lectures, feeling the weight of it in my bag, knowing what it contains, what it’s for. I want to drink down your essence in front of everyone, letting it warm my belly as I try to focus on my studies.”

Natasha’s face is burning with shame at her own words, but she can’t stop now.

“Please, fill my mug. Use it. Mark it as your property, inside and out. I want everyone to know what a filthy, cum-guzzling slut I am.”

Natasha swallows hard, her face a deep crimson as she continues her shameful confession.

“And… and if I get horny during class, really desperate for sex,” she stammers out.

“I’ll sneak my hand into my bag and scoop out some sperm from my mug.” Natasha said.

Natasha’s eyes dart nervously around the room as she speaks.

“I’ll bring it to my pussy under the table, rubbing it all over my lips and sliding my fingers inside, pushing the sperm essence deep into my most intimate parts.” Natasha said.

“Maybe I’ll find a bathroom to sneak into, where I can finger fuck myself properly, bringing my messy hand to my mouth to suck clean, savoring the taste of sperm.” Natasha’s voice quivers with a perverse mix of humiliation and arousal.

Natasha’s breath hitches as she continues, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Or if I’m hungry, I would drag my best friend into the bathroom with me. We would slip into a stall, away from prying eyes.” Her eyes are distant, lost in the shameful reverie.

“We would take out mug full of sperm. I would make her lift her skirt, slide down her panties. Then, with trembling fingers, I would scoop out sperm and push it deep inside her, stuffing her tight little pussy full.” Natasha’s face is burning with humiliation, but she forces herself to continue.

“Once I have filled her up, I would drop to my knees, pushing her thighs apart. I would bury my face between her legs, my tongue delving deep to lap up the mixture of her juices and thick gooey sperm. I would eat her out right there in the bathroom, moaning at the taste of your essence, the forbidden depravity of it all.” Natasha said.

“We would have to be quick, silent. I would make her cum on my tongue. Then we would tidy up, slip out, and go back to our day like nothing happened.” She falls silent, trembling, awaiting Heather’s reaction to her filthy confession.

Heather lets out a harsh bark of laughter, turning to face the camera with a wicked gleam in her eye. She points an accusatory finger at Natasha, still flushed and trembling.

“Well, well, well. Would you look at that? Little Miss Red over here is hiding a dark side!” Heather said.

She throws her head back.

“A wild one indeed! I had no idea we had such a depraved women in our midst.” Heather said.

Heather leans forward, her eyes narrowing as she stares down Natasha.

“And let me make sure I understand this – not only do you want to stuff your friend’s pussy full of the cum from our generous donor, but you want to eat it out of her? Like some kind of… of filthy animal?” She feigns shock, pressing a hand to her chest.

“Oh, I think that’s just precious!” Heather turns back to the camera, grinning like a shark.

“Don’t you think that’s just the most adorable thing? Our sweet little Natasha, playing out her most vile, disgusting fantasies in the bathroom at the university!” Heather said.

The camera zooms in on Natasha’s face, her eyes wide and terrified, tears streaming down her cheeks. Heather reaches out, gripping Natasha’s chin roughly, forcing her to look up at the camera.

“And to think, she wants to do all this – in public!” Heather shakes her head in mock amazement.

“Oh, the things people get up to in the bathrooms these days… I’m just astounded, truly.” Heather said.

Heather drops her hand, releasing Natasha’s chin with a sharp pat. She turns back to the camera, her expression one of gleeful sadism.

Heather smirks cruelly as she turns her attention back to Natasha. She reaches out with her index finger, pressing the digit against Natasha’s lips.

“Open up, slut,” Heather commands coldly.

Natasha hesitates for a moment, fear and humiliation warring in her eyes. But with a shaky breath, she parts her lips, allowing Heather to slip her finger into Natasha’s mouth.

“Wider,” Heather growls impatiently.

Natasha complies, opening her mouth as wide as it will go. Heather pushes her finger deeper, until it brushes against the back of Natasha’s throat. She curls her finger slightly, and the camera zooms in as Natasha’s uvula comes into clear view, the fleshy cone-shaped tissue dangling downwards.

“There’s a good little slut,” Heather said.

She held her finger in place as the camera captured every humiliating second. Natasha gags slightly around the intrusion, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“Such a perfect little mouth, just begging to be used and filled.”

Heather holds the position for a long, agonizing moment, relishing Natasha’s discomfort and the camera’s hungry focus. Finally, she withdraws her finger with a wet pop.

Natasha gasps, spitting and coughing as Heather’s finger leaves her mouth. Saliva trickles down her chin, making her humiliation complete.

“There’s our proof,” Heather says coolly to the camera, wiping her spit-covered finger on Natasha’s cheek.

“A perfect throat for a cock of any size, ready and willing.” She turns back to Natasha, her gaze cruel and triumphant. “What do you say, whore?”

“Picture this, Little Natasha, sprawled upside down on your couch, all for you. Her porcelain skin, her delicate throat… perfectly angled, just begging to be filled, to be used for your pleasure.” Heather said.

“She’s yours, a living doll for you to play with,” Heather breathes.

“That slender throat, those rosebud lips… all positioned just right, like a sinful offering, ready and eager to serve.” Heather said.

“Picture this… waking up to pure, unadulterated sin. You, lying in bed, the morning light just beginning to filter in. And there she is, Natasha, her soft, pillowy lips wrapped around your hardening cock like the eager little slut she is.” Heather said.

Heather’s hand reaches out, fingers tangling in Natasha’s hair, guiding the goth girl’s head in a slow, simulated bobbing motion. Natasha remains still. Her role is purely passive in this lewd scenario.

“She takes you deep, so deep, that tight little throat convulsing around your sensitive flesh as she swallows around you. No morning breath kisses from this one… just a hot, wet, gagging mouth, eager to service you.” Heather said.

Heather’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, as if savoring the imagined scene.

“Punish her throat. Fuck her face, use her, make her choke and splutter on your morning wood. She’s your toy, existing only to pleasure you, to be used for your gratification.” Heather said.

“And you heard her right, gentleman. We have a veritable smorgasbord of delights awaiting you. Girls of every stripe, shy virgins, eager sluts, and everything in between. Each one more delectable than the last, just waiting for you to sink your teeth in.” Heather said.

Heather gestures to a large screen behind her. It flickers to life, displaying a grid of photos. The girls in the images are a diverse lot some smile shyly at the camera, others gaze out with a bold, challenging stare. A few even hold signs with naughty messages, teasing the audience.

“But don’t think for a second that the girl you bid on will be your only plaything. No, no, no. With each bid, you’re not just securing a sweet little treat for your bed… you’re joining an elite club. A club where you can indulge your deepest, darkest fantasies.” Heather said.

“Remember, there’s no such thing as too high a bid. And if you lose… well. It’s all part of the game. The thrill of the chase. The hunt for that perfect little piece of ass. So. Who’s ready to make a girl their plaything tonight? Let the games begin.” Heather laughs.

To be continued…

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Book 3

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Heather Udell, the statuesque brunette, entered the room. At 5’9″ with a cascade of glossy chestnut hair tumbling down her back, she exuded an air of confidence and authority that commanded attention. Tonight, Heather was dressed in the sorority’s official attire. A crisp white blouse with the omega symbols embroidered in navy on the lapels, and a pleated navy skirt that ended at her midthigh. It showcased her long legs. She had completed the look with a pair of designer heels, which added to her already impressive height.

Jamie Morrow, the Recruitment Chair for Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega, stood beside Heather. Her pixie-cut blond hair framed her delicate features. At 21 years old, Jamie was a petite 5’4″ with a slender build that weighed in at a mere 115 lbs. Her notable features were her grey eyes and full lips that appeared to be glossed. For the evening’s meeting, Jamie had chosen an outfit that mirrored the sorority president’s attire. A crisp white button up shirt with the sorority’s symbols, and a navy pleated miniskirt. Despite their similar outfits, Jamie’s bubbly personality and youthful style made her look more approachable than the elegance of Heather.

Heather and Jamie slowly walked into the large. The room was well lit for filming. Their heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. Behind them trailed two camera men. Their equipment was bulky but unobtrusive as they captured every step of the sorority sisters. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation and a hint of tension. As the two leaders of Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega took their places at the front of the room, the camera men positioned themselves on either side.

The camera kept rolling, capturing the tense scene. Heather’s gaze glanced past the pledges to take in the layout of the room. The space was brightly lit. It allowed every detail to be clearly visible to the lenses and the assembled women. In the center of the room sat a large, plush sofa, its deep red velvet upholstery stark against the otherwise pristine and minimalist decor. Perched on the edge of this sofa were three young pledges, their nerves evident in the way they sat rigidly, hands clasped tightly in their laps.

The pledges were dressed in revealing lingerie. Their slender legs were crossed demurely, a sharp contrast to the provocative nature of their attire. To the right of the sofa stood an ornate bookshelf. Its shelves lined with what appeared to be old, leather bound books and various sorority trophies and awards. To the left, a large whiteboard hung on the wall, currently blank save for the letters that spelled the sorority in neon pink marker at the top. The walls of the room were devoid of any decoration, except for a single large, framed photograph of the sorority’s founders. The overall effect was one of power, tradition, and unspoken expectations.

Heather turned her gaze directly to the camera. Her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and something more sinister. She spoke again, her voice low and sultry.

“Now, I’m sure many of you are wondering what sets our little sorority apart from the rest. Well, allow me to enlighten you.” Heather said.

She approached the couch, her heels clicking on the floor. The three pledges sitting there trembled slightly but held their ground.

“We provide the best products and services for our donors.” Heather said.

Heather’s smile widened, taking on a predatory edge as she turned back to the camera. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“I’m sure you’re all eager to know what it takes to claim one of these delectable little morsels for your own. Well, let me put your mind at ease.” Heather said.

She held up a perfectly manicured finger.

“Each of these beautiful pledges is available to the highest bidder. That’s right, for a specific donation to our sorority house, you could have your pick of our freshest, most exquisite samples.” Heather said.

Heather gestured to a small tablet sitting on a side table.

“The bidding numbers for each girl are listed on our private website. Simply log on, choose your favorite, and make your offer.” Heather said.

Her eyes glinted with greedy anticipation as she continued. Heather held up her hand, ticking off her fingers as she recited the numbers.

“Let’s break it down, shall we? We currently have a total of 65 eligible pledges here at Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega. That’s 22 delectable, untouched little virgins, just waiting to be plucked and 43 nubile, experienced young ladies who know exactly how to please.” Heather said.

She paused, letting the numbers sink in before continuing.

“Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering about the cost of admission. Well, let me tell you, these precious little flowers don’t come cheap.” Heather said.

Heather held up her hand, fingers spread wide.

“Our base price for a virgin? A cool million dollars. That’s right, ten times the going rate for our more… worldly pledges.” Heather said.

Heather turned her attention to the three girls sitting on the sofa, her gaze roaming appreciatively over their barely concealed forms.

“And then there are special ***********ed. The creme de la creme, if you will. I picked these out myself. I have tasted each one, and gentlemen, they are all delicious in their own way.” Heather said.

She pointed to the blonde. “Little miss sunshine there? She’s a legacy, her mother a former Omega herself. She will set you back five million easily.” Heather said.

Next, the brunette.

“And curves like that? Rare as they come. Three point five million.” Heather said.

Finally, the redhead.

“And our fiery temptress? She’s one of a kind. Five point five million, and she’s yours.” Heather said.

Heather looked back at the camera, her smile sharp and hungry.

“There you have it. Our little pledges, their staring bid prices, and the chance to own a piece of Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega history.” Heather said.

Heather stepped aside, revealing the three virginal pledges sitting nervously on the plush sofa. The blonde, brunette, and redhead were dressed in skimpy lingerie, their top halves barely covered by lacy bras that strained to contain their youthful breasts. However, their lower halves were completely bare, exposing their most intimate areas without shame or modesty.

The blonde’s panty less crotch was a bare, hairless vagina. Her puffy outer lips glistening slightly with a hint of excitement or nervous sweat. Her slender thighs rubbed together as she shifted uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny. The brunette’s curvy hips and ass were on full display. Her plump pussy lips peeking out from between her thick thighs. She was framed by a neatly waxed landing strip. She clenched slightly as if trying to hide her pussy, drawing even more attention to it.

The redhead’s fiery mound was a wild, untamed tangle of fiery curls that matched her hair. Her pink folds visibly wet and swollen with barely suppressed arousal or anxiety. All three girls had their ankles crossed demurely, trying to maintain some illusion of modesty, but it was clear their naked vaginas were the main attraction. Their exposed, virgin sexes were on lewd display, ripe for the highest bidder’s taking. The blonde bit her plump lower lip, the brunette’s heavy tits rose and fell with each anxious breath, and the redhead’s slim thighs trembled, putting their vulnerable young bodies and untouched holes on obscene display for the world to see and bid upon.

Heather and Jamie approached the blonde pledge, who nervously pulled her ankles up to her ears in one fluid motion. The lewd pose caused her slender toned legs to splay wide open. This placed her most intimate area on full display. Her legs were a true vision of youth and fitness. They were perfectly smooth, tanned skin stretched taut over well-precise muscles. It leads up to the blonde’s slim hips and tight flat stomach.

As the blonde held the obscene position, her pristine pussy lips parted like a fleshy flower blossoming under the sun. Her outer lips were plump and puffy. A delicate pink that nearly matched her hair. They framed her hairless, inner labia which was a slightly darker shade. It glistened with a sheen of arousal. Her little pink hole winked and fluttered as she trembled, a perfect, untouched slit just begging to be claimed. Above her pussy, her bare and hairless mound was a smooth. It was flat plain, save for a small, heart-shaped indention at the apex of her mons pubis.

The blonde’s entire body quivered as she kept her ankles locked against her ears, her exposed cunt clenching and unclenching around nothing, a lewd display of her virgin tightness and vulnerability. Her breathing grew heavier. The small mewls of anxiety and shameful excitement escaping her parted, glossy lips as she endured the intense examination of her most private area. Beads of sweat trickled down her inner thighs, making her hairless flesh glisten under the bright lights.

Every inch of the blonde’s body screamed untouched purity, yet her dripping pussy told a story of secret, shameful desires waiting to be awakened and corrupted. Heather and Jamie positioned their faces on either side of the blonde pledge’s exposed pussy, getting an up close and personal view of her most intimate anatomy. Heather turned her head towards the camera, giving a clear shot of the blonde’s glistening slit framed by their faces.

“Gentleman, let us take a closer look at our little blonde bombshell’s unique floral arrangement, shall we? This sweet thing is sporting a real head turner. Asymmetrical inner lips. See how her labia minora are uneven, with one side significantly shorter and thinner than the other? It’s a rare, natural variant that makes each pussy as unique as a snowflake.”

Heather reached out, gently spreading the blonde’s puffy outer lips with her thumbs, putting the pledge’s asymmetrical inner folds on even lewder display. The shorter labium clung to the longer one, creating an adorable little fleshy lip that protruded out, giving the blonde’s slit a slightly gaped, hungry appearance even though she was untouched.

“Look at that cute little lip, just begging to be suckled and played with. And notice how it’s slightly darker in color than the rest of her pink perfection? That’s the result of increased blood flow to the area due to arousal. Our blonde babe here might be playing it cool, but her pussy is practically panting for some well-equipped attention.” Heather said.

Jamie leaned in, dragging her tongue along the blonde’s exposed slit in a slow and deliberate motion. The tongue went from the base of her clit all the way down to her tiny, winking asshole. The blonde gasped and shuddered, her hips jerking involuntarily as she was forced to endure this humiliating public tasting of her most sacred place. Jamie pulled back, a string of arousal connecting her tongue to the blonde’s weeping hole.

Heather and Jamie leaned in. Both extending their dexterous tongues in unison. They positioned the slick tongues on either side of the blonde’s exposed vagina. The warmth radiating against her sensitive flesh. Without hesitation, they began to lick, long slow strokes dragging up and down the length of the blond pledge’s pussy. Heather’s tongue lapped along the blonde’s left side, starting at the bottom near her taint. She slowly dragged up over her perineum, along the curve of her outer lip.

She then flicked teasingly over her tiny, hidden clit. At the same time, Jamie mirrored the action on the right, her tongue painting a glistening trail of saliva along the same path. The blonde shuddered and whimpered, her virgin cunt clenched and fluttered around the dual oral assault. Her juices began to flow more freely, coating the intruding tongues and dripping down to pool on her taint. The obscene slurping sounds of Heather and Jamie’s tongues working over the blonde’s virgin folds filled the room.

After several long, savoring licks, Jamie decided to take things a step further. She held her tongue stiffly, then plunged the slick muscle deep into the blonde’s parted pussy, spearing her virgin hole open and wriggling the invasive organ against her tight, rippling walls. Jamie moaned around her mouthful of pussy, sending delicious vibrations through the blonde’s core. She began to tongue fuck the vagina rapidly. She plunged the dexterous muscle in and out of her virgin canal. She was determined to coat every inch of her untouched insides with saliva.

The blonde could only writhe and moan helplessly, her hands fisting in the sofa cushions as the two sorority leaders worked her over, leaving her dripping, desperate and thoroughly debauched in mere moments. Her mind was spinning, unable to process the intense new sensations wracking her untried body. All she could do was surrender to the filthy, degrading pleasure and prayed it never ended. Heather pulled back from the blonde’s dripping cunt, a string of saliva briefly connecting her tongue to the girl’s swollen lips before breaking. She turned to face the camera, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Well, well, well… I think we have a clear winner here, folks. Our little blonde snowflake is not only a natural beauty with that delectable asymmetrical pussy, but she’s also a virgin. And let me tell you, that virgin honey is absolutely exquisite. Light, sweet, with just a hint of something special that makes you want to keep coming back for more. It’s like the finest nectar from a rare, exotic flower.” Heather said.

As Heather spoke, Jamie continued her relentless oral assault on the blonde’s exposed cunt. Her tongue swirled and writhed obscenely, coating every inch of the pledge’s virgin pink with her slick saliva. She lapped at her entrance like a woman possessed, moaning whorishly as she savored the taste of the blonde’s untouched essence. The pink pussy to rubbed lewdly against the Jamie’s tongue. Jamie’s lips glistened with the blonde’s nectar.

The blonde’s hips jerked and twitched as she struggled to process the overwhelming stimulation. Her thighs trembled and clenched around Jamie’s head, holding her in place as her tongue plunged deep and curled. The tongue stroked her most intimate walls. The wet, obscene slurping and sucking sounds filled the room as Jamie worked feverishly to prepare the blonde’s pussy for what was to come.

“Our Recruitment Chair certainly seems eager to make sure this little virgin is well trained and ready to please. I have no doubt she will make a fine addition to our sisterhood, if she can survive the initiation.” Heather said.

Heather leaned back down and placed with her teeth clenched around the blonde’s raw clit. She gently pulled the pledge’s pulsating love button from its sheath, extending it one inch from blonde’s vagina before abruptly releasing it, and allowing the clit to return to its sheath.

“Mmmm, that little blonde’s pussy is absolutely divine. It’s so delicious, I could easily spend hours with my face buried between her thighs, feasting on that sweet, untouched honey. The flavor is exquisite. It is light and delicate, with a hint of something uniquely her. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I could quite happily make a meal of this virgin pussy all day long.” Heather said.

As Heather praised the blonde’s flavor, Jamie continued her oral assault. She sealed her lips around the blonde’s entrance and sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she drew a thick strand of the blonde’s arousal into her mouth. The blonde cried out, back arching off the sofa as the intense suction sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her untried body. Jamie’s tongue flicked out, lapping at the blonde’s clit as she continued to suckle greedily at her weeping core. The combination of sensations quickly became too much for the virgin to bear. Her hips bucked erratically against Jamie’s face, her thighs clamping down like a vice as her very first orgasm crashed over her.

Clear, viscous fluid gushed from the blonde’s spasming cunt. It flooded Jamie’s eager mouth and dribbled down her chin. Jamie drank down every drop, relishing the taste of the pledge’s climax. The lewd sound of Jamie gulping down the blonde’s juices filled the room, mixing with the blonde’s high, keening cries of ecstasy.

As the blonde slowly descended from her high, her body going limp and pliant, Jamie lifted her head, strings of saliva and cum connecting her mouth to the blonde’s twitching pussy. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of conquest.

“Heather, you’re right. This little blonde’s cunt is pure ambrosia. I could get addicted to this sweetness. What do you say we keep her around as our personal toy?” She grinned wickedly at Heather, her grey eyes gleaming with dark promise.

“No. This one is for the donors.” Heather said.

Jamie pouted but nodded reluctantly. Heather than tapped the blonde on the shoulder. That was her sign. The camera focused on the blonde’s face, with a seductive look, the blonde spoke.

“The thought of being violated by a massive cock. The thought of my vagina stretched and torn apart like a cheap sex toy, sent shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. I craved it, needed it. The idea of my tight, virgin hole being mercilessly pounded by a relentless onslaught of thick, rough thrusts was enough to make my pussy throb and wet with excitement. I wanted to feel every inch of your big cock rubbing against me. I want your cock to fill me up and stretch me wide. I want my walls trembling and quaking with each powerful thrust, my cries of pain and pleasure echoing off the walls as you use me like a mere vessel for your pleasure. I want you to fuck me until I was limp and lifeless, until my pussy was nothing more than a gaping, raw wound. I long for the brutal, animalistic force of your thrusts. I want you to grab my hips and slam into me with wild abandon.” The blonde said.

Heather turned to face the.

“Gentlemen, what we have here is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This pristine, untouched peach is the definition of prime real estate in the world of virgin pussy. I can assure you with complete confidence that nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, has ever breached these heavenly gates. Our tongues have been the only intruders, giving a small taste of the ambrosia that awaits its new owner.” Heather said.

She reached down, spreading the blonde’s delicate lower lips with her fingers to give a clear, unobstructed view of her tight, pink hole. The blonde whimpered softly, but remained still, well-trained by her initiations so far.

“The sheer tightness, the virgin elasticity, the pure, untainted essence that awaits discovery it’s a siren’s call to any true connoisseur of female sexuality. And for the privilege of being the first, and possibly only, to claim this holy grail.” Heather said.

She paused, letting the astronomical figure sink in as she slowly dragged a finger along the blonde’s slit, collecting the dewy essence that clung to her petals. Bringing her finger to her mouth, Heather licked it clean, savoring the blonde’s flavor with an exaggerated moan.

Jamie leaned in again, her thick, glossy lips parting to reveal her tongue. Slowly, teasingly, she dragged the flat of her tongue along the blonde’s glistening slit, from her taint up to her clit, savoring the sweet, musky essence that coated her taste buds. The blonde gasped and shuddered, her hips instinctively lifting off the couch cushions, seeking more of that delicious friction. Her inner lips, swollen and engorged, framed Jamie’s busy mouth like the petals of an obscene flower.

“Look at her, so eager and ready. Her little vagina is practically begging to be devoured.” Heather Udell said.

Jamie hummed in agreement, the vibrations resonating through the blonde’s sensitive flesh. She thrust her tongue and thrust it deep, penetrating the blonde’s virgin passage and swirling around the tight, rippling walls. The blonde cried out, her hands fisting in Jamie’s hair as her hips writhed and bucked. Her arousal gushed out around Jamie’s plunging tongue, coating her chin and dripping onto the couch below.

Jamie Morrow kept her mouth locked around the blonde’s clit. She sucked the blonde’s clit and folds deep into her mouth. Jamie then pulled back. Her glistening lips and chin smeared with the blonde’s arousal. She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the intoxicating scent. A peaceful smile spread across her face as she opened her eyes to look at Heather and the camera.

“Oh my god, she smells incredible. It’s like the most pure, innocent flower. Sweet and light, with just a hint of heady musk. You can tell she’s untouched, her scent is completely unspoiled.” Jamie said.

She licked her lips, tasting the blonde’s essence that still coated her mouth. Jamie let out a soft, appreciative moan.

“The taste is perfection. It’s like drinking the finest honey, sweet and rich and utterly addictive. She’s got this unique flavor, something I’ve never tasted before. It’s the essence of her innocence, her purity.” Jamie said

Jamie dipped her head again. She ran her tongue along the blonde’s slit from bottom to top. She swirled around her clit and savored her taste once more. The blonde whimpered and trembled, her thighs quivering around Jamie’s head. She sucked the blonde’s clit back into her mouth. She swirled her wet tongue around the blonde’s twitching clit and caused the blonde to writhe about in ecstasy. Jamie was then yanked up standing by Heather.

Heather and Jamie shared a long and sensual French kiss. Their tongues entwined as they savored the taste of the blonde’s arousal that still lingered on their lips. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, caressing and squeezing, as they lost themselves in the heated embrace that lasted a full minute. As they broke the kiss, both women were flushed and breathing harder, their eyes dark with lust. Heather knelt on one side of the blonde’s splayed thighs while Jamie took position at her other side.

Heather Udell leaned in. Her tongue extended as she focused on the blonde’s sensitive clit. She licked around the tiny bud. She traced circles and figure eights, before flicking rapidly over the top. The blonde gasped and bucked, fisting her hands in Heather’s hair. Meanwhile, Jamie Morrow ducked down and joined Heather Udell. Her tongue delved deep into the blonde’s tight, wet passage. She thrust her tongue in as far as she could reach, swirling and curling the slick muscle around, savoring the taste and texture of the untouched folds.

The blonde’s arousal flooded Heather’s mouth as Jamie’s ministrations made her gush. Heather hummed, the vibrations adding to the blonde’s pleasure as she sealed her lips around the blonde’s clit and suckled gently. She flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub. The blonde was writhing now, her thighs clamping around Heather’s head as her climax approached. The blonde could not stand the assault of two soft, wet tongues.

Jamie pulled back and began kissing and nipping at the blonde’s inner thighs. Jamie worked her way up to her hip and then her belly. She left a trail of reddening marks in her wake. She slid two fingers into the blonde’s dripping cunt, pumping them in time with Heather’s licks on her clit, driving the blonde closer to the edge. Heater was determined to make the blonde climax on their tongues and fingers.

Heather Udell pressed her full glossy lips against the blonde’s soaked and twitching pussy in a lingering kiss. The blonde shuddered, a final aftershock of pleasure rolling through her as Heather’s soft lips caressed her most intimate place. Jamie dipped her head for one last taste. She ran her tongue along the blonde’s slit from bottom to top like a final savor of a delectable dessert. She hummed at the flavor, relishing how the blonde’s unique essence coated her tongue.

~~~

With a last, longing look at the blonde’s glistening pussy, Heather and Jamie moved on to the next pledging on the sofa. This girl had rich, bright pale skin. She had thick curly dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her eyes, a striking hazel, watched the two sorority leaders’ approach with a mix of nerves and excitement. Heather and Jamie took up positions on either side of the bright pale skinned girl, their heads ducked down as they began their thorough inspection. They started at her face, examining her features closely. The shape of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the bridge of her nose. Their breaths ghosted over her skin as they worked their way down.

They lingered at her ample chest, the swell of her breasts visible even through the skimpy lace of her bra. Heather reached out to trace the edge of the cup, feeling the weight and fullness beneath the delicate fabric. She could see the pledge’s nipples stiffening under her touch, straining against the flimsy barrier. Jamie followed the line of the pledge’s toned stomach, admiring the defined muscles and the way her skin seemed to shimmer under the lights. She dipped her head to place a trail of open mouthed kisses along the pledge’s ribs, tasting the salt of her skin.

As Heather and Jamie worked their way down the pledge’s body, the room remained filled with the sounds of their explorations. The whisper of fabric against skin. The soft smacks and sucks of their kisses and licks. The increasingly ragged breathing and sighs of the pledges as they were worshipped and appraised by the sorority leaders. The air grew thick with the heady musk of arousal, the scent of it heavy on every exhale.

“Hold your ankles, sweetheart,” Heather commanded.

Her voice firmed.

“Spread yourself open for us. Let’s get a good, long look at what you’re offering.” Heather said.

The pledge bit her lip but complied. She reached down and gripped her ankles, pulling them up and back until her knees bent and her thighs split open. Her pussy slowly opened up, the glistening pink folds parting like a flower blooming under the intense light. Her legs trembled with the effort of holding such an exposing pose.

“Mmm, now that’s a pretty sight,” Heather purred.

Heather instructed the camera to focus on it. Heather crouched down for a closer inspection. She used two fingers to spread the pledge’s lower lips even wider, revealing the twitching hole and the hard, throbbing little clit peeking out from its hood. Jamie knelt down next to Heather, her grey eyes wide and hungry as she took in the lewd display. The beautiful 18 year old whimpered. Her face flushed and her eyes squeezed shut. But she kept herself spread open, even as her muscles quivered and shook from the strain. Her juices trickled down to pool on the sofa cushion beneath her.

Heather reached out and circled the vagina’s entrance with a fingertip, gathering the slick that leaked from her. She brought her finger to her own mouth and tasted it, humming at the flavor. Jamie leaned in and flicked the clit with the tip of her tongue, making the pledging yelp and clench around nothing. Heather and Jamie shared a fabulous smile, communicating silently their shared appreciation for the obscene display. The pledge panted and whimpered, her body trembling as she maintained the degrading pose, fully exposing herself for their lewd appraisal.

Heather and Jamie moved into position, their heads on either side of the pledge’s splayed pussy. Heather looked up at the camera, her eyes glinting with a predatory light as she described the pussy before her.

“This here is what we call a prominent inner lips vagina,” Heather said.

Her voice smooth and professional, as if she were discussing the weather and not a girl’s most intimate area.

“See how her labia majora are nice and puffy, framing her entrance so beautifully?” Heather said.

She reached out and used two fingers to hold the girl’s lower lips open, revealing the glistening pink inside.

“But it’s the labia minora that make this cunt so special. Look at how they protrude, almost begging to be sucked and played with.” Heather said.

Jamie traced her fingertip along the edge of one of those protruding lips, careful not to slip inside the eager hole that clenched at the contact.

“So soft and delicate,” Jamie murmured.

Her thick lips curled into a smile.

“Like the petals of a flower, just waiting to be plucked.” Jamie said.

The girl whimpered and squirmed, her hips twitching as if trying to press closer to Jamie’s teasing touch. Heather placed a hand on her stomach, stilling her.

“And just look at this little pearl,” Heather continued.

Noddled to the girl’s clit, which peeped out from its hood, swollen and aching.

“Hard and ready, just from a little teasing. This one’s going to be a fun one to play with.” Heather said.

Jamie chuckled, her hot breath puffing against the girl’s most sensitive flesh.

“Can you imagine how good she’s going to feel around a thick, hard cock? Those greedy lips gripping and sucking, trying to milk every last drop of cum from it?” Jamie said.

The pledge could only whimper and nod, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed with need. Her cunt clenched and fluttered, dripping with arousal as the two women spoke so blatantly about using her. It was degrading, demeaning…and so incredibly arousing. Jamie used both hands to spread the girl’s vagina lips as far apart as they would go. The dark-skinned girl gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the intense stretch and exposure. Heather leaned in closer with the camera, zooming in to give an unobstructed view deep inside the glistening pink cavern.

“There you have it, folks,” Jamie said, her voice dripping with a mix of clinical detachment and lustful admiration. “A pristine, untouched example of the prominent inner lips variety. Notice how bright pink hue is almost fluorescent in the light. That’s a sure sign of youth, tightness, and virgin potential.”

She used her thumbs to spread the girl’s lips even wider, as if presenting a rare delicacy. The camera zoomed in closer, the lens nearly brushing against the girl’s twitching entrance. The pink walls clenched reflexively, a bead of arousal forming at the tip of her small, puckered hole.

“The bright pink tells us that this little pussy has barely been touched, remember, the more it has been used, the less pink it becomes.” Jamie continued.

Jamie tracing a fingertip around the tight curl.

“She’s practically a tight, virgin pussy, waiting to be stretched and molded by a real man.” Jamie said.

The pledge shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips at Jamie’s degrading words and the lewd camera angle. Her face was a mask of humiliated arousal, tears of frustration pricking at her eyes as she was made to display herself so vulgarly.

To be continued…

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Book 4

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“And look at these lips, how they quiver and flutter,” Jamie said.

Jame used her fingertips to trace the ridged edge of the pussy’s entrance.

“Sensitive, eager, and desperate for attention. They’re practically begging to be suckled, to be stretched wide around a thick cock.” Jamie said.

The pledge’s body shook with a mix of fear, shame, and twisted excitement. Her cunt clenched rhythmically, a flood of fresh arousal seeping out to coat Jamie’s fingers. The camera lingered on the obscene sight for a long moment before panning back out, leaving the pledge splayed and panting on the sofa.

Heather turned to face the camera directly.

“As you’ve seen, this prime piece of virgin pussy comes with a unique set of… assets,” Heather said.

Heather Udell’s voice was smooth and hypnotic.

“The prominent inner lips, the tight virgin walls, the desperate, needy responses… it’s all there for your pleasure.” Heather said.

She paused, letting the implication hang in the air. Behind her, Jamie continued to tease the dark-skinned girl, making her gasp and shudder, her cunt clenching around nothing.

“Normally, a prime virgin like this would command a very high price. Special virgins like her, with such… distinctive features, can go for much more,” Heather said.

Heather trailed a perfectly manicured nail along the pledge’s quivering thigh.

“But for our esteemed guests, for the chance to be part of Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega’s most exclusive circle… we’re willing to negotiate.” Heather said.

Heather leaned into the camera, her voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper.

“So, here’s the deal. The opening bid for this unique pussy, for the right to be the first and only one to claim it, to ruin it for all other men… is now ten million dollars.” Heather said.

She enunciated each word clearly, letting the astronomical figure sink in. Behind her, Jamie let out a low whistle, clearly impressed.

“Of course, that’s just the opening bid,” Heather added with a shark-like smile. “I have no doubt that among our discerning donors, there will be many who recognize the value of what we’re offering here.” Heather said.

Jamie’s eyes gleamed with lust and mischief as she leaned in close. She flicked her tongue out, tracing along the pledge’s delicate folds, making her gasp and tremble. Heather watched intently, one hand resting on the girl’s stomach, holding her hips down as Jamie worked.

“Look at her, so responsive, so sensitive,” Heather purred.

She then made a loud moan, more for the camera’s benefit than Jamie’s.

“She’s going to make someone very happy.” Heather said.

Jamie grinned up at Heather before diving back in, burying her tongue deep into the Pledge’s virgin hole. She explored every inch, savoring the taste of untouched arousal, before focusing on the sensitive clit. Jamie nibbled gently on the bud, making the pledge cry out and arch her back.

“Oh, she’s delicious,” Jamie said.

Jamie’s her voice muffled against the girl’s cunt.

“Sweet and tangy, with a hint of something special.” Jamie said.

Heather nodded, a knowing smile on her lips.

“As expected from one of our premium and unique virgins.” Heather said.

Jamie continued her assault, switching between long licks and nibbles, occasionally pulling at the tender folds with her teeth. Each touch elicited a desperate moan from the dark-skinned girl, her hips bucking helplessly against Jamie’s face.

“Her greedy little pussy is begging to be filled.” Heather said.

Jamie obliged, plunging two fingers deep into the pledge’s dripping pussy, pumping them in time with the strokes of her tongue. The pledge’s cries escalated, her body tensing as she rapidly approached her peak.

“That’s it, come for us,” Heather coaxed.

She rubbed tight circles on the girl’s clit with her thumb as Jamie lick the thumb and the clit.

“Show everyone how desperate you are to come.” Heather said.

With a final hard suck on her clit, Jamie sent the pledge tumbling over the edge. She convulsed and thrashed, screaming her release as a gush of arousal coated Jamie’s chin. Jamie licked her lips clean, savoring every drop.

“There’s your proof of quality, ladies and gentlemen,” Heather announced to the camera.

A triumphant smile on her face.

“And now, who wants to place the first bid on this sweet little cunt? The current price is ten million dollars.” Heather said.

A man walked up with and iPad. Heather watched as the bid went up and up in increments of $100,000 per bid.

“Remember, you’re not just buying a pussy, you’re buying an experience. The chance to make this her scream your name in ecstasy, to ruin her for anyone else.” Heather said.

~~~

Heather and Jamie got up. The two sorority sisters approached the last pledge, a petite brunette sitting at the end of the sofa. The girl looked up at them with wide, nervous eyes. Her hands trembled slightly in her lap. As they stopped in front of her, she quickly spread her legs. She reached down to hook her ankles behind her knees and pulling them up to her ears in one smooth, eager motion.

The lewd position left her completely exposed, her pink slit on full display and quivering slightly. Her outer lips glistened with a mix of her own arousal and the lingering traces of the previous pledge’s juices still clinging to Jamie’s chin. The brunette’s body shook slightly as she maintained the challenging pose, determined to prove her flexibility and eagerness to please.

“Well, well, well,” Heather said.

Heather circled the pledge like a shark.

“Aren’t you a proactive little thing? Pulling yourself open like a good little slut.” Heather said.

Jamie stepped closer, inhaling deeply.

“She smells ripe,” Jamie said.

Jamie licked her lips.

“I bet this pussy is fucking drenched and ready to be devoured.” Jamie said.

The brunette whimpered needily, her hips squirming slightly.

“Please, I’m ready for your inspection,” she breathed.

Jamie grinned, settling between the brunette’s spread thighs. She ran a finger along the pussy’s slit, feeling the slick heat.

“Oh, this pussy is absolutely drooling. Can’t wait to dive in and taste this desperate little pussy.” Jamie said.

Heather watched hungrily as Jamie buried her face between the brunette’s thighs, the sound of wet, obscene slurping filling the room. The pledge’s body wriggled and trembled, her moans growing louder and more desperate as Jamie ate her out with clear enthusiasm. After a minute, Jamie pulled back, her face glistening with pussy juices. Strings of pussy juice connected Jamie’s lips to the trembling pussy before her. Heather’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her own lips.

“You’re a mess,” Heather said.

Heather grabbed Jamie’s face and crushed their mouths together in an open mouthed kiss. She licked and suckled at Jamie’s cheeks, chin, and lips, cleaning the other woman’s face of every last drop of pussy juice. Jamie moaned into the kiss, her thick lips parting to let Heather’s tongue delve inside. The taste of the brunette’s arousal exploded across their joined mouths, sweet and heady. Heather spent a full minute lapping and suckling at Jamie’s skin, marking her as her own. When they finally broke apart, both women were panting, their chests heaving. Heather’s long brunette hair was disheveled, falling in messy waves around her face. A string of saliva connected their mouths for a moment before breaking.

“There, all clean,” Heather said.

Her voice dripped with false innocence.

“You looked like you needed some help with that. Though I must say, watching you eat that slutty little cunt was positively delicious.” Heather said.

Heather and Jamie pressed their faces close together, their noses flaring as they inhaled the heady, intimate scent of the brunette’s dripping pussy mere inches from their faces. The girl trembled and let out a shaky moan, her hips twitching with anticipation. Heather turned her head slightly, fixing the camera with a smug, knowing grin.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is something truly special. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” Heather said.

She reached out, running a finger along the brunette’s slit, gathering the slick dew and bringing it to her lips to taste.

“This pretty little pussy belongs to none other than the daughter of a California Senator. Can you believe it? Daddy’s little princess, all grown up and ready to be punished for her misdeeds.” Heather said.

Jamie chimed in, her voice a low, appreciative rumble.

“Mmm, and what a punishment it is. To have a body like this, so ripe and ready, put on display for the highest bidder. I can only imagine the scandal if the senator found out what a wanton little slut his daughter has become.” Jamie said.

Heather chuckled wickedly.

“Oh, I have no doubt he’d be absolutely horrified. But then again, he’s the one who donated her to us, isn’t he? As a punishment for her… misbehavior.” Heather said.

Heather nodded sagely, a hint of cruel amusement playing at the corners of her full lips. “Oh, I bet she was a real wild child before we took her in hand. But look at her now, so obedient and eager to please. The power of proper discipline, hmm?” Heather said.

Jamie smirked, leaning in to nuzzle the sensitive flesh of the brunette’s inner thigh. Her small, even teeth grazed the tender skin, making the girl gasp and shudder.

“Mm, and she’s learned to be so quiet too. At least, most of the time.” Jamie said.

She glanced up at Heather, a wicked gleam in her grey eyes.

“Remember that little blonde number from last week? The one who just couldn’t seem to control herself, no matter what we did to her?” Jamie said.

Heather laughed, a rich, throaty sound.

“How could I forget? The way she was screaming and writhing, I thought for sure the neighbors would call the cops on us. But we had to teach her that there are consequences for disobedience.” Heather said.

“Oh yes,” Jamie said.

Jamie’s hot breath washing over the brunette’s most intimate place.

“And she learned her lesson in the end. I think our little brunette here knows better than to make that mistake.” Jamie said.

To emphasize her point, Jamie opened her mouth wide and sealed her lips around the stiff, throbbing bud. She sucked hard. Her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, and then, without warning, bit down just shy of too hard. The brunette let out a strangled cry, her back arching off the couch as pleasure bordering on pain surged through her. Her hands fisted. But she bit her lip hard, muffling the scream that tried to tear its way free, remembering just in time the lesson she had learned about keeping quiet.

“Mmm, good girl,” Heather praised.

Heather pated the shaking girl’s thigh.

“Such an obedient little slut, learning to take her punishment like a champ. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you Jamie?” Jamie

The brunette rocked back and forth. Her pussy rubbed across Jamie’s open lips. Her pussy slid deep into Jamie’s mouth. The brunette pulled her knees inward. Jamie continued her relentless assault on the brunette’s pussy. She alternated her bites, grazing that throbbing clit, then moving to the tender left fold. Jamie made the girl howl before she switched to the right fold. Each sharp nip sent a jolt of searing pleasure and pain straight up the pledge’s spine.

The brunette wailed, her voice ragged and desperate. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she writhed on the couch, completely at the mercy of Jamie’s cruel ministrations. Heather watched with a sadistic smile on her full lips. Heather pinched and squeezed the trembling pledge’s thighs hard enough to leave livid red marks.

“Shh, not so loud, slut.” Heather said.

She punctuated her question by twisting the soft flesh viciously.

“Ohhh god, I-I’m sorry!” the brunette babbled.

Saliva leaked from the corner of her slack mouth. Her hips bucked erratically, seeking more even as she feared the intense sensation.

Jamie just smiled and moaned. The sound vibrated against the pledge’s slick folds. She licked a slow stripe up the brunette’s slit, savoring her desperate arousal.

“Mmm, you taste it, don’t you? The pain and pleasure mix, the humiliation of being used like a cheap fuck toy? It’s delicious.” Jamie said.

She punctuated her words with a harsh bite to the girl’s clit, making her jerk and keen.

“Such a needy little cunt, so greedy for attention. Don’t worry, slut. We’ll give you all the attention you can handle.” Jamie said.

Jamie sucked and lapped and tongued the pledge’s pussy for all she was worth. Jamie slid her tongue deep into the juicy vagina. The pledge’s juice dripped out of her wet, opened pussy and drenched Jamie’s face.

Heather leaned back, releasing her bruising grip on the brunette’s thigh. She looked down at the quivering, tear stained pledge with a mixture of disgust and dark amusement.

“You know, you’re a real spoiled little brat,” she said.

Her voice dripped with condescension.

“Always causing trouble, always demanding attention, thinking you’re too good for the rules.” Heather said.

The brunette whimpered pathetically, squirming under Heather’s withering gaze.

“I-I’m sorry, Heather! I’ll be good, I promise!” she blubbered.

Heather scoffed.

“I’ve heard that before, princess. But lucky for you, there’s one thing about you that hasn’t been spoiled rotten yet.” Heather said.

She reached out and traced a finger along the dripping slit, holding up the glistening digit.

“This tight little cunt is still pure. Untouched by any cock. It’s the one part of you that’s actually valuable.” Heather said.

Jamie looked up from between the girl’s legs, a wicked grin. “Aww, does that mean we get to keep her around a while longer? Give this sweet little pussy the punishment it deserves?” Jamie said.

“No, she’ll be more valuable if we donate her.” Heather said.

Heather turned her gaze directly to the camera.

“Gentleman, listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. We have a little situation here with our dear pledge.” Heather said.

She gestured dismissively at the brunette.

“We’ve determined that this spoiled brat needs a firm hand, a powerful influence to set her straight. And while Jamie and I can certainly work her over…” Heather said.

Jamie proved her point by delivering a sharp slap to the girl’s sensitive folds, making her yelp. “

“…we think she needs a more long-term solution. Someone with the means and the, shall we say, experience to truly dominate a willful little thing like her.” Heather said.

Heather’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she looked straight into the lens.

“Here’s what we’re looking for. A generous donor, a man of power and influence, with a sizable financial contribution to make to our… special projects fund. In exchange, we’ll hand over this brat on a silver platter, to do with as he sees fit. To break her, to mold her, to ruin her for anyone else.” Heather said.

She looked at the camera and her voice a husky whisper.

“We need a man who can discipline this wild animal and make her into his perfect, obedient toy. A man rich and powerful enough that he won’t even bat an eye at the sum it will take to claim her. Think you know someone who fits that bill?” Heather said.

Heather pulled back and reached down to roughly pinch the brunette’s nipple, making her cry out.

“Get the word out, gentlemen. Let’s see who among you is worthy of this prize. And let’s hope this brat’s new owner has a firm hand and a depraved mind. She’s going to need both.” Heather said.

As Heather finished her announcement, Jamie eagerly dove back between the brunette’s quivering thighs, determined to make good on her promise to “prepare” the girl for the next bidder. The blonde’s tongue, sharp and rough, dragged along the sensitive folds, drawing a high-pitched keen from the pledging.

But Jamie didn’t stop at teasing licks. Oh no, she had much more cruelly creative plans. Her lips fastened around the girl’s clit, suckling hard, and then – oh god, then her teeth sank in. Not a gentle nip, but a deliberate, grinding bite to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ah! Ah! Oh fuck, nooo!” The brunette bucked wildly, trying to escape the intense, painful stimulation. But Heather held her hips down mercilessly, forcing her to take every brutal thrust of Jamie’s tongue and every cruel bite of her teeth.

Jamie didn’t care about the girl’s discomfort, or the way her hips jerked and twitched in a desperate attempt to get away. She just smirked around her mouthful of pussy and kept going, determined to push the brat to her absolute limits.

Heather watched the debauchery with a critical eye, nodding in approval at Jamie’s techniques. “Look at her squirm,” she purred, reaching down to roughly palm the girl’s tits. “She’s never felt pain like this before. I bet she’s regretting her attitude now, hmm?”

She leaned in close, hissing in the brunette’s ear. “This is what you get for being a fucking brat. This is what you’re worth. A set of holes for Jamie to abuse. And soon, a set of holes for some rich bastard to ruin for his own amusement. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you filthy slut?”

The brunette just whimpered and shook, overwhelmed by the intense, painful pleasure radiating from her core. Jamie just smiled wickedly and kept licking, kept biting, kept pushing the brat towards a shameful, unwilling climax. Heather slapped the brunette, had the camera focus on the brunette’s face. She then told the brunette tell the camera what he fantasy was.

“In my fantasy, I am on all fours. My ass raised high and inviting. My heart pounded with anticipation. The feel of his large, throbbing 9 inch cock at my sensitive entrance was almost too much to bear. I arched my back further moaned softly as the intruder pressed harder. It teasing me with the pain filled pleasure of his impending invasion. With a growl, he drove himself deep inside, stretching and tearing at my vulnerable pussy.” She said with a lustful moan.

“He started hammering his enormous cock into my trembling body, and I let out a cry of pain and ecstasy as he did so. With bruising force, his hands gripped my hips and steered me back to meet each vicious thrust. My groans and his grunts of effort were interspersed with the moist, profane sounds of our coupling, which filled the room. I was reduced to a mindless, drooling mess after he pounded away at my battered hole and fucked me raw. My pussy was stretched beyond recognition, gaping and twitching with each violent thrust.” She said.

“There you have it, she is ready for you. Gentlemen, and perhaps a few lucky ladies, you’re witnessing just a small preview of the delights that await you when you secure one of our exquisite pledges. The bidding for these prime specimens ends promptly on Sunday, so don’t miss your window of opportunity to claim your very own fantasy made flesh.” Heather said.

She leaned closer to the camera.

“Imagine having this brunette beauty splayed out before you, her tight little holes at your mercy, ready to be stretched and filled and used for your every depraved desire. Or perhaps the sweet, innocent mouth is more to your liking. Picture those thick lips wrapped around your cock, choking and gagging as you fuck her pretty face raw.” Heather said.

Heather’s hand slid down to grip the brunette’s chin, forcing the camera to see the girl’s glazed, agonized eyes and slack mouth, drool leaking from the corner.

“Don’t miss out on your chance to be part of their defilement. The auction ends on Sunday. I promise you; we have a variety of fresh, untouched pussy to suit every twisted taste. So, mark your calendars, and get ready to make your deepest, darkest fantasies a reality.” Heather said.

Heather was so excited. She was going to keep thirty percent of the proceeds; the rest would go to the sorority house’s coffer. Off of this auction, Heather estimates she would easily enrich herself with twenty five million dollars or more. Imagine that a woman of twenty two years, with a cash net worth of over fifty million dollars!

~~~

Heather Udell sat in the sorority presidential office. The song “Please, Please, Please.” By Sabrina Carpenter was playing in low volume. The sunlight poured through the tall windows and glinting off the framed awards and polished plaques that lined the walls. Her posture was relaxed for once and her shoulders back. She had one leg casually crossed over the other. Heather scrolled through the latest donor reports on her laptop. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, the kind that came with deep, quiet satisfaction.

The room still carried the hum of recent activity. A stack of handwritten thank you notes waiting to be mailed, and the faint scent of fresh flowers from someone had left on her desk. Heather glanced up at the crest of the sorority mounted on the wall, a symbol she had worked tirelessly to uphold. Over $100 million raised. The number still felt surreal, even after the confirmation.

Her phone buzzed with a congratulatory message. Heather allowed herself to laugh. Not out of surprise, but pride. She had strategized, networked, and led with intention. This was not luck. It was leadership. And sitting in the heart of the organization she loved, Heather knew she had just reshaped its legacy. Heather is feeling a powerful mix of pride, relief, and quiet triumph. After months, maybe years of tireless work, difficult conversations, and late nights filled with planning and follow ups, the milestone of raising over $100 million has given her a sense of deep fulfillment. She’s not just happy. she’s validated. Her vision, leadership, and persistence have paid off in a tangible way.

There’s also a sense of calm settling over her. It was like the storm of effort had finally broken into sunshine. She felt confident, not just in what she accomplished, but in who she has become through the process. It’s not just the number that excites her; it’s what it represents: influence, impact, and the undeniable proof that she’s a force to be reckoned with. Not bad, she thought. Most college grads leave college with massive debt. Heather, on the other hand, is about to leave college with more than $30 million dollars.

~~~

Heather Udell’s office was nestled in the heart of the sorority’s historic chapter house. It exudes a quiet, confident luxury that mirrors her own polished leadership style. The room was expansive. Its high ceilings, painted in soft ivory, are adorned with ornate crown molding gilded in delicate gold leaf. A sophisticated remembrance of the home’s rich history. The room is flooded with warm, golden afternoon light from the tall, arched windows along the west-facing wall, which is tempered by champagne colored sheer silk drapes.

A mahogany desk sits at the center of the room. It was sleek and impeccably organized. Next to a silver framed photo of the founding sisters, a crystal pen holder engraved with Heather’s initials rests. A vase of fresh white peonies, her favorite flower, adds a touch of softness to the otherwise noble setup. Behind the desk, a high backed velvet chair in deep emerald, green provides both comfort and authority. The color pops against the creamy walls and subtly echoes the sorority’s official colors. It tied the aesthetic together with thoughtful precision.

On one side of the office, built in bookshelves stretch from floor to ceiling, filled with leather bound volumes on leadership, philanthropy, and women’s history, interspersed with framed awards and certificates commemorating her presidency. A few rare first edition books, gifts from alumni donors, sit under gentle spotlight. A soft Persian rug, rich in burgundy, sapphire, and gold, covers the hardwood floor, anchoring the room and muffling footsteps, creating an atmosphere of both power and peace.

To the left, a cozy sitting area offers a more informal space for conversation. Two crested armchairs in pale rose flank a marble topped coffee table. Neatly stacked magazines and feminist essays were next to a porcelain teacup and saucer. A brass floor lamp provides overhead lighting suitable for reading or quiet reflection. A console table behind the chairs holds a crystal decanter of sparkling water and a tray of glasses, adding a touch of hospitality.

Every detail in Heather’s office has been curated with intentionality. From the art pieces that combine modernity with tradition, to the classical music playing from hidden speakers. Even the scent of the room. It was a mix of fresh flowers and the faintest trace of sandalwood. It spoke of sophistication and serenity. This space isn’t just where Heather works. Tt’s a sanctuary of leadership, achievement, and legacy. It’s a place where major decisions are made. Where vision turned into action. Where an individual, with determination and effort, makes a significant impact on the future of an institution.

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Heather Udell sat in her chair, surrounded by the elegance and tradition of the sorority house. She experienced a deep and justifiable sense of pride. Her leadership brought an extraordinary transformation to the sorority. What had once been a respected but somewhat stagnant organization was now a national powerhouse of influence, philanthropy, and purpose. It had everything to do with her vision and relentless pursuit of excellence.

She reflected on the milestones: the $100 million fundraising achievement. A figure that had stunned even the most optimistic alumni. The expansion of mentorship programs that now connected undergraduates with CEOs, scientists, senators, and judges. The rebranding that had positioned the sorority as a modern, forward thinking force while still honoring its rich legacy. Under her guidance, the organization had evolved from a social group into a leadership incubator. It produced women prepared to take on the world with clarity, confidence, and ambition.

But it was not just internal reform that fueled Heather’s pride. It was the network she had built. Through countless dinners, galas, summits, and carefully nurtured relationships, she had woven the sorority into the fabric of real power. Titans of industry now knew her name. She had stood side by side with Fortune 100 executives at panels on women in leadership. She had hosted private salons with high ranking senators and governors who respected her ability to rally young leaders around causes that mattered. Even a former cabinet secretary had personally called to congratulate her on the sorority’s landmark fundraising campaign.

These connections were not superficial connections. They were partnerships built on mutual respect. Heather had earned her seat at the table through insight, strategy, and charisma. She did not just shake hands. She formed alliances. It was common now for influential figures to call her directly for advice on youth engagement or campus outreach strategies. She had become a trusted bridge between generations of power.

Locally, her name held weight in political and civic circles. She served on two advisory boards for the mayor’s office. She had co-chaired a citywide women’s leadership summit and had influenced educational policy reform efforts at the state level. She had become more than just a student leader. She was a political and social force. The sorority’s reputation followed suit, now recognized as a model for how young women’s organizations could impact society beyond college campuses.

As she looked around her office, the gilded sorority crest, the framed photos of handshakes and speeches, the handwritten notes from powerful allies. Heather felt the weight and wonder of what she had built. This was not the product of luck or inherited privilege. This was grit, vision, and diplomacy. She had lifted the sorority into a new era.

Heather smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting with quiet certainty as she leaned back in her velvet chair. The room was still. The golden sunlight spilled across the desk like a spotlight on her moment of reflection. She let her eyes drift toward the framed photograph of the sorority founders. They were trailblazing women in their own time and allowed herself to imagine what the next five years after college would bring.

In her mind’s eye, she was standing on the steps of the Capitol, hand raised, being sworn in as one of the youngest female U.S. Senator in history. The crowd roared, reporters called her name, and she wore the same steely composure she’d honed here. It was more than a dream now; it felt like destiny.

Heather’s vision was not built on ambition alone. It was rooted in purpose. She had always known that feminism was not just a label but a responsibility. And in the Senate, she would wield it like a torch. Her first act as senator, she imagined with fierce determination, would be to finally push through the Equal Rights Amendment. Decades of delay, of technicalities and excuses, would end with her. It was time to carve equality into the Constitution. Not as a symbol, but as a binding promise.

Her second act would be just as bold. She would fight to ensure that reproductive rights were no longer left to the mercy of state legislatures. Abortion, legally and accessible in all 50 states. No more patchwork protections, no more fear. The right to bodily autonomy would be immutable under her watch. She could already picture the Senate floor, her voice echoing, firm and clear: This is not up for debate. This is justice.

There was so much to accomplish. Her mind raced with ideas. Education reform, closing the gender pay gap, investing in childcare infrastructure, protecting LGBTQ+ rights. But she did not feel overwhelmed. She felt energized. She had already proven that she could take a vision and turn it into reality. The network she had built, the respect she’d earned, the millions she’d raised. These were not conclusions. They were the beginning of something greater.

Heather looked out the window, her eyes fixed on a future she could nearly touch. It would not be easy. Power never yielded without pressure. But she had the fire, the strategy, and the stamina. And she was not afraid to disrupt. Let them underestimate me, she thought. They always do at first. She smiled once more, not intended for the cameras or any spectators, but purely for her own satisfaction. A smile that showed she knew herself and her path.

To be continued…

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PMB YEAR 5

Sarah and I live in a small town near Colorado. We are school friends who now go to Colorado State and are pretty inseparable. Despite being fair haired and blue eyed she is dark haired with bambi like eyes but we still feel like sisters.

This is the story of how GIS has benefited me and made me into a stronger more direct woman. It was a student night in a bar. We were dressed up to the nines. Our high heels making us stand at 5ft 11 and 5ft 10. We were pre-drinking at Sarahs because I had just been dumped and couldn’t be at my flat while my boyfriend, or should I say ex. God it’s hard to say ex, I really loved him. We’d been together a few years. He was emptying our flat of his things. She had a ferocious attitude, she definitely wanted to take it out on someone. As did I, i just wasnt as confident as her.

She told me stories that i just couldn’t believe, had I not seen them for myself. She told me her favourite thing about the government issued strapon pants (GIS) is that you can wear them anywhere. Detach the dildo and keep it in your handbag. Then if you find someone you like you can just attach it. And “the magic” as she would call it could happen anywhere.

She made me change my clothes several times. I thought I looked alright the first time in a plain white men’s shirt that went to my legs, a black belt and heels but she was adamant she would get me laid and that that wouldn’t do. She pulled out a tight pair of black Jean’s. I kicked my heels off and jumped into them. My quite athletic butt could barely fit. I went to the gym a lot as I took skiing quite seriously. She was just skinny cause she watched her weight. She still had a lovely hour glass figure but a skinny ass and b cup breasts. I realised this when she handed me a black low cut top. My cleavage was exposed cause the top was for smaller chested girls. I pulled my heels on again and played with my diamond necklace as I checked myself out. She kept telling me of boys from ski club who wanted me but I just laughed and said we would see what happened.

She wore a navy low cut dress. The cut of the cleavage ended at the top of her abs. The length of the dress went to her ankles. She tied her hair up in a bun and had a long necklace that followed her cleavage down her body. she looked very like she could be on the red carpet. Many selfies later and a few bars in, we sit in a dark corner of a jungle themed lounge. Music up slightly too loud we shout to be heard. We laugh about all sorts when she suddenly turns to my ear. “He’s hot!” A tall dark and handsome man, slight stubble, plain white t shirt and big arms. What’s not to like?

She sucks her straw looking up at me begging me with her eyes to go and talk to him. I stand up. Slam my drink down and strut towards him. I stand next to him and I’m seen first by the bar woman. I turn and ask him if wants a drink, he replies saying that he’s very grateful, he was irish, his voice was sweet and melodic, but unfortunately that he is here with his girlfriend. My heart dropped. The one time I put myself out there he just so happens to be already taken. I tell him if he ever gets sick of her that we are over there. I point to Sarah who waves flirtatiously. We make small talk, I’m sure he is flirtatious regardless but I get my drinks and go back.

I tell Sarah and she tells me to forget about him and that we should go for a dance. So we finish our drinks and go for a dance, get sweaty, a few guys grind on us and we return to our corner. Order more drinks and drink them.

The irish guy returns. Clearly irritated he sits down in a hurry. “Hello girls”, he says, “look, my girlfriend and I just broke up and I wondered if you wanted to take me up on that drink now?” Sarah jumps up, “of course!” She says, she stands up grabs him by the arm and takes him to the bar.

The three of us laugh and laugh all night playing drinking games and teasing one another. Sarah and I got quite competitive for his affection. He asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. He was only just out of ear shot when Sarah turned to me and took me by the hands and said, “Sarah, please can I shotgun him. He’s my exact type and I’ve never fucked and Irish guy before”. My mind cast itself back to when she said he was my type but I went for a different tact. “Sarah, we were going back to mine after this club. You don’t have your GIS pants on” she lifted her dress.

I instantly recognised the O shape on the front of her pants. The O is where you put the dildo if you’ve detached it. She went to her handbag and showed me, she’d taken her attachment with her. It lay dark blue resting at the bottom of her bag. I was heartbroken. She’d done things like this before. I half expected her to go to the toilet and fuck him in there like the animal she is.

I dont know why it hurt so much then but I told everyone to drink up and we left the bar. We went home to mine in a taxi. I opened the door of my student accommodation and it was half empty. My ex had gone. I got a glass of water. Went to my room and got my pyjamas on then to my shame I offered them my bed. I slept on the couch. I say slept but I could hear them rutting away almost as soon as they closed the door. I rolled around trying to ignore it. Then I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up, crouched and pulled a box from under the couch. Inside was some of my private things. Letters from parents and some memorabilia from times with my ex. But at the bottom. The thing I recieved from the government at 18. My GIS.

I took my cotton blue cloudy pyjama bottoms off and stepped into my GIS pants. I pulled them up and put my pink cock in the O. Still wearing my power puff girls baggy t-shirt I marched through to my room my cock stiff and serious between my legs. I Swung the door open and there they were, at it like rabbits. Sarah had her leg up on my bed, the other on the floor sodomizing him from behind as he bent over at a very tight angle.

“What the fuck are you doing Sarah?” She called out. I stood hands on my hips cock out. “Sarah, I said, either I have him or we share him”. She smiled widely at me. It looked as though shed forgotten him as she pulled out her cock flopping as she exited him. She strutted towards me. Her strapon swinging as she stepped. She was actually taller than me now as I’d taken my heels off.

My heart was in my mouth. “You play. I’ll be back.” She spanked me and closed the door behind herself. The man stared at me on all fours. Presumably because of the interruption his dick had become soft. I could feel control slipping away. So I straightened my back. I pulled my top off over my head and and revealed my supple breasts. Fully naked now, blood had started to return to his cock.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked. He nodded hastily. “Come here then” he stood up as he was told and walked towards me. His dick not quite as impressive as my best friends. I held his balls as he got in reach. I pulled him closer with them in my hand. “You dont understand”, I began, “but you were always supposed to be mine. She just wanted you cause I wanted you.” “Truth be told,” he revealed, “I prefer you, the way she was with me, I thought you were taken or something”. Well it’s true I must have looked like a wall flower comparatively. “I could tell you were sweet though”, he continued, “and a night with you would be different to a night with her”, I nodded in agreement.

He kissed me. He kissed my neck. He kissed my shoulder and sucked on my breast. He kept going down kissing my strong stomach. “I wouldn’t do this for her you see” he wrapped his lips round my GIS. The buttons on the inside started to massage me. His mouth swung shallow just over the tip. I put my fingers through his hair. He suddenly gulped down the length of my strapon. It felt like a cock stiff and strong just entered me. I moaned. He flirted with just the tip again for a moment then bobbed all the way down again but not once, he did this for several moments. It felt amazing. I fell backwards on to the wall still standing. I could feel the pressure building up and I began to want control.

I told him to look at me. He did. Holding the cock end in his mouth. “Who did you want more?” I asked. He swallowed my cock balls deep

It was intense. Correct answer. He hovered at the end again expecting another question. “Whose prettier?” I asked. My strapon filled his throat once more but he didnt stop. My eyes couldn’t focus as I enjoyed the thunderous pleasure.

“Stand”. He does as he is commanded. We kiss. His mouth is sloppy. I wipe some of it away with my right hand and use it between his arse cheeks. I stand to his left. I hold his semi erect cock in my left hand and finger him with lubed up fingers with my right.

He puts his hands to the wall struggling with the sensations. I put another finger in stretching his ass. I jerk him off with the other hand. He gets harder. But frankly I couldn’t care about his cock I want his ass ready for me. I havent used my GIS in months and he will get the use of it. I pull my fingers out and he moans at the sudden disappearance. I go to my knees and tell him to stretch his ass cheeks. He leans on the wall with his chest as I delve my tongue into his asshole. Twisting and circling it at first then penetrating it. I like the taste. I feel like an animal. He moans like a bitch and I think it’s open for business.

I stand up but because of the height difference my hips are nowhere near his. I kick his feet so they are further apart. His ass lowers. I stand on my tip toes. So close. I tell him to go towards my mirrored cupboard. I open the door and pull out black high heels. Put them on and tell him to lean against the mirror. He does so but hes standing up straight again. I kick his legs and he stretches his gate. He bends on his knees too and it’s there. I grab his hips and my cock enters with ease. I take no time whatsoever to take it slow and warm him up. I slam into him from the outset. I tightly grip his hips so there is no escape for him. He is truly at my mercy as I power into him. His ass starts to get red where my hips hit it and my nails and palms squeeze into him. He holds on to my ass as it ruts into him. He bends over further and further struggling to take it. His moans could pull the house down. But hes too far away from the mirror now. I want to see two of him so I grab his neck. And push him against it. His body is pressed up. His breathe meets another version of it in the mirror as he is cheek to cheek with his reflection. I tell him to kiss himself. He does. I enjoy watching him make a fool of himself. If he wanted me I thought, I should have taken him. I grab his hair and push his face into the mirror again. Cheek to cheek. Body to body. Knee to knee. The only part not on the mirror was his ass which I held in my hands fucking. I told him to jerk himself off. And that I wanted him to cum on the mirror. He did as he was told.

Or at least tried to. Every time he tried to, the pleasure from behind was too much and he had to stop. The sixth attempt at trying to cum. No. His palms hit the cupboard in frustration. I push him closer to the cupboard his cock is sandwiched between his hips and the reflection. I keep fucking like a monster. Till all of a sudden I hear this whimper. Over and over again I hear it. I pull him from the mirror. Semen is splashed all over it. I pull out and look at him. He too has a crotch full of it.

“Oh my god.” He collapses on the bed writhing. I push his legs up and enter him again. He moans as I fill him. “I’ve never came from just my prostate before.” I felt immensely proud. But I wasnt finished of course. I still needed to cum.

I push his legs further up and he takes them in his arms. I know he would like a minute to recover but I dont. I take a pillow and put it under his hips. I start to get into a rhythm. I can tell hes enjoying watching my breasts. He reaches out and grabs one. I come in close. Put my arms behind his head and get intimate. I kiss him. We enjoy the feeling of each other he feels my ass as it sinks into him. He squeezes it. My stomach feels his small wet cock. My breasts rub against his torso. We squeeze each other. I whisper into his ear, “you were supposed to choose me”. I lean back and start to fuck him again. We hold eye contact. “But if you choose both of us. You get both of us”. I take one of his hands and make him jerk himself again.

“Sarah!” I yell. ,”no no, I just didnt realise” he exclaims. Sarah walks in ready as she ever is. ,”you wanna fuck this little slut?” I ask her. She nods her head devilishly.

As she walks towards us entwined I kiss him again then twist him round. Hes on all fours. I stand up too Sarah and I stand next to one another. Hip to hip. He looks at us and our strapons and gulps.

She turns to me. ,”I’ve been thinking about it and I want to apologise. Maybe i sobered up now and I was just drunk then but I am sorry”. She leans in for a hug but out cocks get in the way. We kiss each other on the lips. I didnt expect that. It just happened. My stomach did a somersault. We hadn’t stopped kissing. I pulled away. “Do you want the front or the back?” I asked. “Oh I want to pick up where I left off”. His head dropped, she was obviously a mean fuck.

However as I waltzed to the other side quite happy to enjoy another blowjob from him, I noticed his cock was rock solid so he couldn’t be that disappointed. She has entered him before I could even get round the bed. She did start slowly which was kind of her and stopped to allow him to pick his head up and get used to the feeling of both of us. Once his head started bobbing on me and I glanced up and was Sarah glaring back at me. “You’re in trouble.” The buttons on my GIS were in overload so I didnt quite register what she said. I put my hands on the back of his head and enjoyed the moment.

Till the vibrations slowed down. I looked up and Sarah had lifted her leg up to get that perch on his ass. She had started pounding him but still looking into me. I looked down. He had stopped sucking my GIS and was instead just holding it to steady himself.

I looked up again, worried to see Sarah giving me an evil eye but she was actually concentrating on his ass. She spanked him and then grabbed his hair. She yanked him back and asked him what he was doing. He whispered something and she replied, “no you little bitch you should be sucking my best friends cock.” His mouth fell on it and he worked feverishly to keep a pace up while being fucked from behind.

We laughed and enjoyed the scene together. I had my hands on the back of his head controlling the pace when Sarah started to breathe heavily. I watched her take deeper and deeper breathes. Her hands moved from his hips to her puffy nipples. She started to squeeze them. I reached over and pushed her hands away. I pulled her in to me and we kissed while I pulled on her nipples. Our lips locked she started to groan. I held her head so we were together as she came. Our tongues danced as her body writhed and grabbed me back. It was fucking hot. She is such a dominating character it was cool to be in control of her.

Her orgasm subsided. We pulled apart and she laughed. Her cock exited the man trapped in the middle. I too pulled out of his mouth and told him to go on his knees. I walked backwards and he did as he was told. Sarah was about to walk away and let me have him to myself but I told her to return. Her GIS looking as used as she did wagging as she walked.

“You knew I liked this guy”. I said. Staring into her. You said “your in trouble”. And tried to intimidate me into leaving. Well now your in trouble.

I pulled out of the mans mouth with a slurp. Then yanked off her GIS. Fully naked, I was surprised to see a full Bush. I also expected her to cover up but she stood as confident as ever. I told the man to put on his pants and leave.

He asked to watch. I said this is between two woman. Two higher class citizens. You can either leave or we can put you in chastity.

He did as he was told. While finding his Jean’s pants socks and shirt Sarah and I just stared at each other. My blues fixated on her dark brown eyes. As soon as the door closed

I dont know if it was more sexual or more aggressive. I think since the mstriarchy regime began there has been a lot more of a pecking order in social society and for me and Sarah it all culminated that night.

I expected it would ruin our friendship but actually she has given me a lot more respect since and is the one with the boyfriend. The three of us were in one night drinking and she hinted at a repeat of the night with the Irish guy. I declined. Maybe I’m traditional but I think a couples love should be sacred. I’ve not quite found anyone yet and have enjoyed seeing myself fuck guys in that mirror a few more times. It’s a fun game I play now that I’m more confident to see if I can make them cum without touching!

Regardless that’s my most interesting take on sexual life since the Matriarchy began. I’m sorry I didnt write about what it was like to be with Sarah, a woman, a higher class citizen and a friend. But that’s between us and I should expect that of any female citizen in these times to keep private. If they find themselves in what’s now being called social status sex.

Acronyms

BOUNDARIES – new laws that exist for the safety of society.

GIS – It was clear to the Matriarchy that a lot of societal problems come directly or indirectly from, the patriarchy. This also meant to the Matriarchy it was clear that everything had to be turned upside down in order for society to be fairer and progress in peace and happiness. Therefore the government provided the female population over 18 with sophisticated strapon pants that would allow the user to be in control of sexual activities and would allow the user to reach climax when traditional means of intercourse, pre matriarchal boundaries, did not satisfy them. Government issued strapon (GIS) pants have devices (buttons) inside the pants that fulfill any needs.

PMB – After what’s been named the, ‘gender wars’ of 2044 – 2046 the years started again. 2046 was the last Anno Domini year. Year 0 Post Matriarchal Boundaries (PMB) is the first year of the new regime.

SOCIAL STATUS SEX – sexuality is fluid so one may be heterosexual but still enjoy sex acts on members of the same sex. Since PMB more woman saddled with a GIS are finding that they have to settle social status disputes or ‘pecking orders’ by having social status sex with their female friends or peers.

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Bay carefully backed her car into a vacant parking space and then checked to make sure that she had all of her class supplies organized before heading into the building. This was second to last natural child birth class and she wondered why this was a mother only class and all husbands and boyfriends were banned for this particular night. With her huge belly leading the way she waddle up the stairs before making her way to the cafeteria of the old grade school that was being used for evening adult education classes. She was almost to the door when a voice from the far end of the corridor sounded out, “Hey, Bay, wait up and I’ll sit with ya!” Bay turned to see who was calling her name and was happy to see that it was Patti. Bay marveled at how petite Patti still looked even though she was already seven and a half months pregnant. “God, I’ll be so glad when this is all over,” Patti said when she approached Bay, “I feel like such a cow!” “Youuuuuu?!?!” Bay exclaimed. “You’re a string bean compared to me, just look at my boobs, they’re literally bigger than your head!” Patti giggled her infectious laugh and replied, “Well, let’s just say we’re both a little on the hefty side!” Bay nodded her head and led the two of them inside where at least twenty other pregnant women were already sitting down on their mats doing stretching exercises. Up in front of the room Mz. Ellyn Crawford, the teacher of the class, sat going over some papers before she stood up to address the women. “Let me see,” she intoned while scanning the room, “I think we’re all here now!” “Good,” she said while going over and locking the door, “let’s get started!” She returned to the front of the room and went on, “Some of you are probably wondering why we have excluded your husbands and boyfriends from tonight’s class, well there is a perfectly good reason for it!” The room had quieted down the moment Mz. Crawford spoke and everyone waited anxiously to find out what was going on. “Tonight is going to be different than any other phase of our training,” she explained. “There will be a bit of nudity involved with our lesson and I think that having the men in the room would have made some of you very uncomfortable” There was a slight murmur when Ellyn Crawford mentioned the word nudity but everyone sat still waiting for her to explain further.”

“Having a baby is a wonderful experience,” she went on, “but tonight we are going to actually simulate that experience by stripping nude below the waist and having a partner play the doctor or nurse!” The women looked at each other nervously, but when Ellyn Crawford ordered them to pair off they did so without question! Bay and Patti paired up, but even though they had become friendly over the course of the last few months, neither one of them were quite ready for what was going to happen next! “Okay,” Ellyn ordered, “one of you take off your things and lie down on your mat with your legs tucked up to your butt and your legs spread as wide apart as you can get them!” “Geesh,” Patti said nervously, “you wanna go first?” “No, but I will,” Bay replied softly while taking pulling up her loose fitting dress and removing her over sized panties.”

After she had taken her position on the mat Patti tried not to stare but was totally stunned at the amount of pubic hair that covered Bay’s groin area!” “Okay, ladies, those playing the role of the doctor carefully probe you partner’s vagina to check for the amount of dilation!” Several of the women seemed frozen and unable to move but a sharp rebuke by Ellyn Crawford had all of the “doctors” carefully fingering their “patients”! “Ohhhh,” Bay gasped softly when Patti’s cool finger slid easily into her now very wet pussy. “I’m sorry,” Patti said quickly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’ll be more careful!” “Y-you didn’t hurt me,” Bay replied softly, “I-it just surprised me!” “Come on, ladies,” Ellyn said evenly, “some of you aren’t doing the job at all, feel those vaginas like your doctor would!” All around the room soft sighs had turned into very audible groans as the pussies of the women began to roil with sexual tension! “That’s very good,” Ellyn Crawford said gently, “now “doctors” press your fingers in as far as they will go while the “patients” should begin to push as if they were having their baby!”

Following Ellyn’s orders, Patti shoved two fingers in to the hilt while Bay gritted her teeth and began flexing her vaginal muscles in an attempt push out the imaginary baby! Almost immediately Bay’s pussy began to lurch out control as a major league orgasm rushed through her pussy causing her to buck up her hips and groan out loud as it completely overwhelmed her!” And she wasn’t alone! From around the room women everywhere were experiencing orgasms of such intensity that some of them were nearly passing out! The smell of fresh pussy juice filled the air, adding an even more sensual aura to an already sexually charged situation! “That’s very good,” Ellyn said softly, “now please exchange places and repeat the process!” This time it was Patti’s turn to have a finger jammed deep into her burning cunt, and just like her partner, Bay, her vagina convulsed hard, inducing a brutal orgasm that made her cry out in utter and total satisfaction!

The women lay on their mats shell shocked from the incredible turn of events that just had occurred only moments before! At this point what ever orders Ellyn Crawford gave them would have be obeyed with out question! So when after giving them five minutes to recuperate she told the women to face each other and them interlock their vaginas so that their pussies were pressed together, not one peep of protest could be heard! In fact, it seemed that most, it not all of them were almost eager to follow her crude bidding! “I-I don’t believe I’m doing this,” Patti stammered as her almost hairless little organ was being devoured by Bay’s huge hair pie! “Me neither,” Bay replied tightly as both of them maneuvered around so as to connect their aching clits! “I can see that everyone seems to be getting with the program,” Ellyn said softly, “now be good “doctors and patients” and make sure that all of your hard little clits are pressing together!”

Soon each pair of women was grinding their pussies together like there was no tomorrow! Hard little clits were now scraping back and forth over each other, literally driving each other insane with pleasure! Patti and Bay had no problem what so ever making clitoral contact, and over the next ten minutes or so each of them had at least three or four massive orgasms! Ellyn had by now lifted up her own skirt only to reveal a pantiless pussy that bulged obscenely open and ready for business! With her ass on the edge of the front table she motioned for a cute twenty something red head to take a place between her wide open legs! The young woman obediently dropped to her knees, and after a signal from the panting instructor buried her mouth into the smoothly shaven quim! With most of the class looking on almost slack jawed, the little red head licked and sucked Ellyn Crawford to several stunning climaxes that resulted in covering the young woman’s face with a layer of her sweet pussy juice!!! When she was completely sated she flopped back onto the desk and just lay there with her open cunt brazenly gaping to anyone who card to look!

After a taking but a few minutes to recuperate, Ellyn sat up and out of nowhere produced a giant strap on dildo. With a look of wanton desire on her face she asked for a volunteer! A huge breasted black woman with a gigantic ass waddled up and without even bothering to put it on, grabbed it out of Ellyn Crawford’s hand and rammed it into her unsuspecting pussy with brutal ferocity! The scream that came from deep inside of her throat would have wakened the dead, but in a matter of seconds she was begging the big assed woman to fuck her even harder! Soon the women on the floor were calling encouragement to their comrade, demanding that she fuck the hot pussied teacher to within and inch of her life! When she could see that she couldn’t take it anymore, and to the cheers of her classmates, the black woman gave Ellyn one last hard fuck and left the monster pecker buried deep in the well fucked pussy of the stunned instructor while she made her way back to her mat to the applause of everyone in the room(that is except for Ellyn who was too far gone to even move)!!!

Now walking back to their cars Patti piped up, “Now that is a class I’d like to take even if I weren’t pregnant!!!” Bay shivered a little against the cold and replied, “You and me both, hon, you and me both!!!”

THE END

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Wut would u do if ur whole life changed over night?

It was Thanksgiving Day weekend and John, 15, was being forced to leave the comfort of his home to go to his Grandparents to visit with his family and had to spend the weekend with his family over at there house because of how far they had to travel to go there and back. John had a number of cousins way too many to number let alone name.
Now John’s parents decided to leave Wednesday night so they could spend some time with their family although everyone would be arriving either Friday or Saturday and be leaving Sunday. Now lately John’s mom, Patricia, has been really moody and has said that life would be a lot easier if he was born a girl and they always had the same arguement that it was all his father’s fault and then his mother would always say his room should be neater,etc. John has though about a couple of times, very briefly, about what his life would be like if he was a girl. How would he look? Would he be popular? Would he date the quarterback?etc…
Now while he was sitting, practically sleeping, in his father’s Honda along with his father, Tom, and his mother he began to doze off and began to fantasize about what would his life would be like and how he would have been different and how he would be the same….
When they finally arrived at his grandparents house in Vermont, for what seemed like a eternity in their car, his grandparents instantly camme out to welcome them and my dad and I began to bring in our luggage and place it in our grandparents 3-storey house in the middle of nowhere. Everyone began to mingle in the living room whil John decided to find his grandfather’s computer to check in with his girlfriend. He found and turned it on but to his surprise his girlfriend wasnt on so he wrote her a short e-mail and left to go back upstairs.
When dinner finally arrived John’s father and grandfather had made an amazing barbecue dinner, ribs, wings, steak and even a couple of burgers along with an amazingly tasting potato salad that even my mother had to give a compliment to my grandmother for her effort.
After dinner John helped out with the dishes and they all began to play cards except my grandmother who seemed to be making some mittens. The played games such as: Chase the Ace, Queens, Euchre. The night began to wind down aroud 10:30 but there were still the odd joke here and there but John headed to bed around 11:30 because his mother was beginning to get a little “tired” and he didnt want a fight in front of his grandparents especially on Thansgiving weekend. John had a shower and washed up before heading to bed still thinking about his mother’s and his fights. He began to have another dream…or what he thought he to be a dream
When he woke up he felt a little strange. John didnt wake up in the cot that his father had set up when they arrived, no John woke up in what feeled like a water bed. He got out of bed and began to rub his eyes as he headed to the bathroom. But when he walked out of the room he noticed he wasn’t even in hiis grandparents house he was a totally new house altogether and he probably would have past right by the bathroom in this house if hadnt practically walked right into the door. He turned on the light and found in the mirror was not his burly quarterback looks but a girl! “This must all be a dream,” he said to himself,”I’ll just make the best of it.” He headed back to his(her) room to try and figure out who he was. When he enterd the room he began to explore the room to find out as much about who he was now sohe wouldnt seem out of place. He found out that he was now a girl named Cindy who had just had her 15th birthday she had C-cup breasts and had nice body to look at. She seemed to be in a great shape and seemed to be, by the clothes she had, a person who liked to show off her assets.
John began to explore the house and found out she had one sister, who seemed to be around 18, and her parents (well at least one of them) made a great deal of money because all their furnishings were all top of the line and new. She went downstairs to find what time of year it was and discovered it was summer break and she lived in Chicago suburbs. Now John decided to have a shower to try and wake himself up and headed back upstairs towards the bathroom when he accidently on Cindy’s sister, Jessica, fully naked brushing her teeth in front of mirror, so he decided but jessica stopped her sister and said it was ok saying “We’re sisters, we’ve seen each other naked before, but I was just going to have a shower, so you’ll have to wait this time.”
“So was I, but I’ll…”
” Oh well I guess we could have one together, I can never get this part on my backside”
” OK” John wouldn’t say no to an offer like that. What guy would?
Jessica stepped into the shower and told her sister to get undressed. John got the t-shirt and the jeans he had put on earlier pretty easier but had decided not to put on a bra so that saved him a bit of time. As John stepped into the shower Jessica turned on the water and began to wash her sister down with the ultimate of care and attention especially to her sister’s “private” areas and began to finger her with one finger while using the other hand to play with her sister’s now erect nipples. While whispering into her sister’s ears ” Do you like the way I touch you?” John, eeling horny especially never being touched like this before (he had fucked quite a few of the girls had his school but nevr had a pussy so he had never got touched like this), barely got out “Y-y-yes.. yes I do” Jessica pushed her sister against the shower wall and went down on her knees and began to eat her sister out. John now feeling an orgasm began to quiver and had a hard time staying on his two feet.
” I’M CUMMING ..OoOo… I’m Cumming Jessica I’M CUMMING!!!!”
Jesica, after taking a faceful of her sister’s cum, began to move faster moving her tongue around he outside of her clit to taunt with her struggling sister. After making her sister cum two times Jessica exclaimed “Your turn”
John still shaking from her orgasm lowered to his knees and began to lick Jessica’s already wet pussy and used one finger also to help out. John then made Jessica lower to her knees to expose both her asshole and her pussy to him, John then used two fingers around her pussy and began to lick her asshole which made Jessica begin to shake from the orgasm that was overcoming her. John begin to work his fingers faster and adding another, for a total of three, Jessica than began to meet John’s strides and Jessica quickly came. John the added another and began to insert his tongue inside of Jessica’s asshole to make Jessica cum again. They continued to do this for five more minutes before their Cindy’s and Jessica’s mother knocked on the door wondering what the two of them were doing. Jessica said they were just cleaning up as she stepped out of the shower. John turned off the water and also stepped out. John then dried himself making sure to spend a little extra time drying his breasts. It felt strange to him feeling breasts from this angle he had never experienced this. As he stepped out half an hour after trying furiously to try and put on eyeshadow and finally was happy with his look but decided to put on a skirt and a better t-shirt.
John went back to the room only to hear the phone on Cindy’s dresser ring. John after the second time it rang to pick it up because he figured that no one else was gonna pick it up.
“Hello?”
” Hello, Cindy this is Michelle. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today.”
” Sure, what do you want to do?”
” Ummm … your place or my place?”
John had to think about this one. On one hand he didnt know where in the world Michelle or who she was, he figured it was a good friend.. but what does he know this is just a long dream. But he thought to himself is this still a dream or his he really a girl for the rest of his life. On the other hand he was guessing Michelle looked god and he could pretend to see what it feels like to kiss a girl and Michelle would probably be more comfortable at her own house. John then looked out the window into the backyard and sees a giant pool in the backyard and that sealed the deal.
” Mine.. oh yeah bring your swimming stuff.”

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This is a love/life story of me part 2

The love/sex life story of me 2

Hello, my name’s Heather and this will be a part 2 update of my love and sex life over the last few years. I’m no writer so if I hint at a story and go off on a tangent about a different story, it’s because this is stream-of-thought brain-to-mouth unfiltered stuff. This will not be as turbulent as part 1, which was only a period of 5 years or so and involved alot more group activities! I’m now a divorced party girl enjoying very early retirement in my own home. I have a few friends and regular romantic interests in my life but I still feel isolated all the time. Someone will have to explain it to me. I get along with guys better than girls but guys don’t want girls in their club all the time, it’s hard to be in their orbit platonically. Or maybe my promiscuous behavior deters long-term relationships.

When Mark and I separated it was amicable, he even gave me $5M kind of as a “settlement” even though I didn’t ask or push for anything, it was just to take care of myself in the future. We just weren’t together often enough and he felt obligated to come home across the whole PLANET more often than he needed just to see me, and it was making work difficult. It’s not because I was overly needy lol

I’ve been living in my wholly owned home a couple years, it’s 2 stories with a basement, an inset pool, jacuzzi and a wooden stilted back patio balcony… I have not taken care of the property like I should be lol but pushing a mower through 4 foot weeds on a 40 degree slope isn’t my idea of fun for example, and I’m cheap so I’m not going to hire regular staff. Besides I want to live simply and those other things mean employment, management and tax stuff apparently. Regular pool maintenance isn’t something I’ve ever thought about either, so awhile after I moved in it was all leafy with a bunch of dirt at the bottom. This summer I’ve been putting ads online for people to come do some yard work with the promise of “not necessarily monetary” reward. They kept getting taken down! But eventually through random meetings and conversation I did get a couple guys to come do yard work, pulling weeds, wacking, ect and they’re even willing to do it butt naked (not the weedwacking part) when I ask nicely. So as to not get their clothes dirty of course! And who wants to put on clean clothes while they’re dirty, so they’re naturally welcome to the shower if I get to watch… I have not done anything sexual with either of them because they’re married and not willing to go further. It would sound creepy to people if I were a guy but they’re not reluctant, they do it eagerly and love coming by. That’s just as far as they’re willing to go. I probably seem like the batshit crazy rich lady to them.

Now I have a pool boy to fulfill the cliche. He’s a “sleek” ladykilling athletic highschooler with curly hair hanging just past his ears. Very heart-throb. He does other peoples’ pools in the area and knows his stuff so he made a list of stuff I needed, the bottom cleaning robots, pH stuff, chlorine and distributers ect, and gave me an estimate so I pay him in cash and let him revamp my pool. It’s nice and clean NOW that it’s too rainy and cold to swim, but it’s covered for the time being and has the little robots on the bottom toiling unseen and unappreciated in darkness. I’ll test it out on the first day it’s warm enough. After hanging out and talking, and a little flirting, he kept coming around on the days he worked other houses even though he wasn’t needed here 🙂 and one time while we were in my hot tub he was telling me about school, his girlfriend, somehow slipping into how she won’t try anal, and him making extra $ doing pool work. Another time while having dirty thoughts on my mind after our talks, I asked him to bleach clean my bathrooms and then I took a shower and let him watch. He had his dick out playing with it and was clearly not thinking of his gf then. I told him to strip and come help wash my back, which he happily did and he soon moved on to my my ass and between my legs all on his own. I crouched and washed his teen cock thoroughly giving it little kisses and looking up at him wet and then told him I’d give him what his girlfriend wouldn’t. There’s no better place for anal than the shower, even though I always clean up before a man comes around just in case. Not that he’s quite a man yet… I baby-oiled his dick and he did the same to my asshole before he buttfucked me there kneeling on the steps. I kept looking back at him, he was gorgeous with water streaming down his naked body and hair laying it down over his face, thrusting into my ass like that. He came inside me after just a few minutes, but since then we’ve been practiced a few times, especially in public places and different positions to improve his sustainability. There’s a real possibility of being caught some of the places where we do it which would get me in some serious trouble…

I dated a BBC Army officer for a few months. He was boring! He did not appreciate my history or skills at all, wanted me to be monogamous and settle down again too fast. By skills I mean he was never interested in anything that was too much fun. Just ride/suck. Never any variation or anything even approaching taboo. I never knew understood why girls didn’t like “controlling” guys because I thought I’d always liked that, but I realize how much freedom I’ve actually had and what they must have given up to be with me over the years. I’ve always liked dominant guys who make decisions about what we’re going to do this day or that; how I have to try this (food) because he knows I’ll like it, “no I already had plans today and they’re a surprise you’ll love them”, aggressively claiming me with PDA in public when others would look at me. I’ve been into Dom bedroom stuff forever obviously, but when I wanted to prowl around they would always allow it even if they didn’t like it. I guess I always surrendered control rather than them taking it. But Army Major (AM) didn’t let me do or get away with ANYTHING. R used to tell me about her husband embarrassing her in public by grabbing her arm and not letting her go, screaming at her and everything turning into a fight like if she wanted to have friends over, ect. Total control. He was kind of like that, telling me I couldn’t hang out with people he didn’t approve of and guilted me with “it wouldn’t be respectful if I did ___ to you, would it…” ect. He wasn’t afraid to chastise me in public either and not in a fun playful way. Like an adult screaming at a child who wasn’t getting what they wanted. We would just be having a conversation about what to get for dinner as an example, and he would blow up in the middle of the grocery store because it was mentioned offhand a week ago about something we made plans to have this or that for dinner early this week. Then he would embarrass me like “Did we or did we not have this conversation? Ooohhhh. Yes we did.” and in a condescending way. I was clear about who I am at the start but wouldn’t have cheated if he wasn’t ok with me seeing other people. To sum him up he was a no-fun, stick in the mud, missionary and marriage, God and country type. Marines are alot trashier and more fun. Sorry if you’re a marine :p

I am now seeing a couple fwbs, one cutie who speaks only in sarcasm and smartassery I really “like” who I met through friends and I’m opening up to freaky shit like trans threesomes, pegging, BDSM, public dogging ect, and he’s opening me up to guns… Lots of guns. And maybe some dynamite… And the other FWB is a cop! I just added this at the tail end of this paragraph because of the next story.

It’s 11/17/19 and I have to get last night (Saturday) down before I forget details. I had been out clubbing and drinking with my regular fwb (gunguy). When I was ready to go he wouldn’t let me take my car because I’d had a fair amount to drink. Eventually I convinced him with the help of some of his friends that I’d be fine… “I didn’t drink much/it’s been plenty of time/I’ve been chugging water/I know how to manage my drinking” ect. and wore him down into allowing me to leave. Well just 10 minutes from home and right as I was about to get off freeway I got pulled over for SPEEDING. Not swerving or anything related to drinking, just being stupid. I was freaking out because I thought I might blow a sobriety test. It was almost midnight and I’m on the side of the offramp when Officer N walks up. He’s pretty hot, probably 30ish around my age, probably military at some point cause he’s ripped and has that head stubble, all smiles and “yes ma’am, no ma’am.” I’m wearing a blue cocktail dress made to party, when he saw me he was all chatty and nervous which calmed me down and of course I was being a smart-ass. “Guess how fast you were going? Not fast enough clearly! Have you had anything to drink tonight? I’m down if you are!” we carried on for a little bit and I got my papers out for him, he went back to his truck and I saw he has another guy in there with him. When he came back he wanted me to do a field sobriety test and pass a breathalyzer, so I had to get out of the car and do the head pat belly rub stuff, admit I never learned my abc’s backwards, ask him if HE could stand on 1 foot in heels, the whole time were both laughing and messing around. When it came time to do the breathalyzer I flirtingly ignored it, put one hand on his chest and got right in his face, breathing hard and staring at his lips, rubbing against him, and asked him how he liked my breath. It sounds like an asshole thing to do but it was super hot and I clearly wasn’t the only one who thought so, I could feel his hard on against my hips. We’re there face to face both breathing hard, our lips brushing against each other with my hand on his chest and me pinned between him and my car. Sooo being kinda buzzed and confident I suggested he search me while he had a chance, remember while wearing a hide-nothing tiny dress so obviously I have bad intentions. It’s like 45 degrees out and I didn’t notice cause I was so hot and wet, also with some degree of blood in my alcohol… But at the suggestion, N said that’s the kind of thing he’d get in trouble for. So I asked him if his partner Officer P (whom I’d originally labeled P for partner because I forgot his name, but his name happens to start with P) would ruin it. He walked back to his window to talk to P in which he said I was “code something I didn’t remember at the time.” (I later learned it was code 8-18 blue, which is a locker room thing that every dept supposedly has and it’s different for all of them. It sounds officious and isn’t as blatant as “code 69” or something. 8 is for “section 8” or “crazy chick,” 18 means legal, and “blue” for blue balls which is the officer asking if he can levee sexual favors from a willing detainee or bragging about it discreetly in front of people depending on the situation.) Anyway the partner said to go for it and he came back to get me and put me in the back of their SUV… Where he fucked me senseless for like 45 minutes while his partner watched. No handcuffs were involved or anything and the car got pretty hot and uncomfortable with the heat on but it was awesome, especially with his pretty blonde partner there. I never even took off my dress, just lifted the hem above my hips to ride comfortably, pulled my panties to the side and dropped the straps off my shoulders to show off my tits to the other guy. If there weren’t a cage P probably would have been playing with them while I was riding his partner. After that familiar stiffening and slowing he was done and they said I STILL had to have someone pick me up, refusing to listen when I said I was only 10 minutes away and fine to drive. Since I was so close though N resigned to drive my car and they’d take me home. I had to ride in the SUV but they said I could sit up front at least. Before we even got back on the road P and I were talking about how I put on a good show and how he felt left out. I sat sideways in the seat looking at him, dramatically held my hands out in front of me and closed one eye like I was judging the distance between his belly and the steering wheel… Cuz that’s what I was doing and letting him know that. Before we made the first turn off that road his pants were clean off and on the floorboard. I teased and edged him for a little bit and stepped up my game making him cum in my mouth when he said we were turning onto my street, swallowing so there was no mess or explanations, and the whole time he had one hand squeezing, smacking and kneading my ass. I don’t think he wanted to finger me after watching me get fucked by his partner so he stayed away from my pussy and just played with my butt all the way home, but it was still nice… When we got there they hung out and talked to me for like half an hour before I had to go in because it was freezing, but I got N’s number. It turns out P is happily married :O At the end of the night I had gone drinking and dancing with friends, had an adventure getting pulled over, was involved in different sexual interactions with 2 strange men in a position of authority over me, and made a new fwb who I can’t wait to see again soon. My Saturday was fucking awesome

A couple weeks later I went out with gunguy, a single friend of his and another couple. We went bar hopping, then to a nice hotel buffet and at the end of the night I thought I was just going home with my date. Well he actually ended up leaving me with these strangers, the couple whom I didn’t like because they didn’t think much of me and they made it clear they weren’t interested in seeing me hang out with their group. The feeling was mutual. Ew. They also volunteered that they don’t want to have sex with me out of nowhere, unprompted and I had been behaving myself since I met them. So either they sniffed me out or heard some things. Gunguy’s friend thought that was hilarious and rude that they just said that out of nowhere. He was OK, and after we left there we met with a buddy of his and went and played bar games, pool, arcades ect. We had lots of fun and garlic fries for the next few hours. Then the boys took me home. Not MY home, the friend’s house, where we all took turns making out before they DP’d me. I haven’t seen men kissing before irl but that was interesting too. It was kind of a ratty apt with the matress on the floor, total bachelor pad. Coolfriend took me into his bedroom that I assumed he shared with his buddy, but I learned later they didn’t. I was making out with him while Buddy took my dress off, and I thanked him by getting his dick to full attention with my lips. Once he was good and sloppy and begging me to stop before he came early, he pulled away to set up his phone on the desk while coolguy who was sitting on the bed pulled me back into his lap. I gave him kind if a lap wiggle letting his wet head lube wherever it touched before he fucked me, he was super interested in rubbing it against my asshole. They had never shared a girl before or tried much at all, so they didn’t have much variety. Even the making out with each other was spontaneous! Neither were virgins though. It was a night of firsts so while the buddy let me finish what I started with my mouth Coolguy took me in the ass. It was kind of a chore, and the guy who was supposed to be enjoying a blowjob kept stepping away to his phone on the table, or he’d just had it out the whole time. He couldn’t let it do its thing, he had to keep fussing with it. After a half hour it was over and while it was fun, I didn’t get to orgasm myself. When I asked what the night’s plan was, Buddy said he had to get home so I asked for a ride. He said no because I was on the other side of town and his wife was expecting him home a couple hours ago… Whups! And Notsocoolguy said I couldn’t stay either because he has a roommate and he’s not supposed to have people over, and was also unwilling to give me a ride. I didn’t see another bedroom, so I wonder if he is actually married or has a girlfriend or something too. Even though at the beginning of the night he and Gunguy both at some point mentioned him being single. So I was given the boot and kept trying to call for a ride at 2:30am and nobody was answering. I had to shame walk home in 39 degree weather wearing a minidress, stockings and heels, with a very good possibility of being picked up for prostitution. Or something worse happening, like someone offering me a ride and nobody hears from me again. I got through to officer N who wasn’t available because he was out of town, but he called his partner on patrol who came to pick me up. The also-married guy I had given road head the last time I got in trouble. Once I was in the car we were talking about the situation. He mentioned how this didn’t look good for me and it made me seem hookery, I told him my story about how I used to be one, but this time I was just getting tossed out after partying and debauchery. He was on the overnight shift called dogwatch where he randomly patrols the best places he thinks he can catch drunk drivers, saying the only people out that late are cops and drunks so it’s a quota filler with some free time. Once he got me home I offered him the chance to come in, but he said he gets sleep-checked every 30 minutes by radio. I managed to convince him that his patrol was random anyway and his radio could stay in easy reach, on a pile of clothes on the floor, which he though that was sound logic. So we made love on my couch. By that I mean it was SUUUPER nice and sweet. We didn’t end up even taking our clothes off, I had hiked up my skirt and he pulled his dick from the front of his pants and I rode him face to face. He gripped handfuls of my ass, throwing me down on his dick just past gently. I was whimpering with his tongue in my mouth, holding his face in my hands, his hands on my back holding me against him, when we came together HARD. I originally judged him as the creepy, kinky half between him and his partner but I haven’t been with such a gentleman in awhile, he saved my whole night. At some point I had fallen asleep straddling him like that, with my face buried in and my arms around his neck. He woke me up with neck kisses and carried me to bed where he undressed me and tucked me in, then gave me another long tongue kiss before leaving. He hit me in the feels and I’ll have to hit him up again if he’s interested. It didn’t seem like just taking advantage of the situation, bending me over and just having his way with me like alot of guys would.

So I noticed that my creativity and sociability seems to be linked to my sexual activity. Normally I’m kind of a lonely hermit who’s days consist of staying at home playing games, reading, sunning, ect. I screen my friends messages and calls kind of wanting to avoid people until I work up some sexual frustration masturbating for days or months before seeking human contact again. There are times I don’t leave the house for like a month even to do errands. Then after a few days of strange porn binges I call friends to hang out, go places, get laid, write some of this stuff and chat with people online. All to excess. I seem to vacation from my sense of normalcy by going out and doing things others consider normal. I’m sure I’m a bad friend only making myself available after a long period of hibernation.

I have been out with P a few times now, risky since he’s married and we’re kind of dating in public. He’s super sweet and non-judgemental. Obviously, he’d have to be picking me up from a DP, taking me home and being brave enough to kiss me. Gunguy- whom I was kind of dating before until he left me at a restaurant with his intolerable friends- was kind of upset that I’m seeing other people, but I let him know who I was before we ever started fooling around and it hasn’t stopped him coming around… Also P’s partner N pretty much the same story, we went out a couple times then I started hooking up with his friend, but one was there for me and the other was unavailable, and while he complains about the split attention he still sniffs around for attention. Anyway P likes hearing all my stories and telling me dirty cop ones. I’m not the first girl to whore her way out of trouble, especially with him. He and his wife aren’t terribly happy because she’s kind of a prude and he wants my help to liven things up with her. He originally suggested I kind of stalk and seduce her without his involvement to open her up to couple activities, but that seems weird. So we’re not sure how to go about it yet. She looks sexy as fuck- green-eyed, bubble butt athletic, voluminous jet-black hair, pouty thick lips, but apparently she’s not very adventurous and the most taboo thing he’s ever gotten out of her is a drunken slip about being attracted to girls. My suggestion was like his but softer. Befriend and loosen up, so I’m going to start by hanging out somewhere she is or something and being like “oh hey” when we keep seeing each other. Whenever he texts me and tells me she’s going to be at ___ at ___o’clock I’ll find an excuse to be there. Let her know about this festival or that farmers market ect and make a new friend. Then when we’re more comfortable pry a little bit, tease and make some suggestions. The plan is to eventually introduce me to her husband, after which I’ll talk him up and try to get her to try new things, preferably involving me. She just has to be buttered right. I’m excited because she’s probably the hottest girl I’ve had a chance with! And now that I reread this it sounds just like his plan, just with nicer wording. We’ll see how it goes.

Oh how good I am at prying out others’ secrets… Or something about me just makes people offer them out of nowhere! So P’s wife whom I’ll call J from now on, told me on only our second run-in about how she’s cheating on him. During the “oh hey I saw you at…” part at Michael’s, she volunteered with no prodding from me that she was getting stuff to make something for her man. I was thinking “oh maybe they’re closer than I-” but no before I could finish the thought she said “my side guy”, which I doubted was a joke. She confirmed it when she said “well one of them anyway!” I gave her a high five for keeping more than 1 pet before saying bye. I’m not sure if I’ll tell P yet I don’t know how he’ll react or feel. I think it’s only fair because he’s doing the same thing. If they were honest with each other they could be having some real fun right now. So the next time I happen to “run into her” I’ll ask how it went and jokingly suggest she share, maybe ask how she met them because being curious about someone life is how you make friends.

Gunguy apologized to me finally after leaving me with his friends, and he knows about what I got up to with Notsocoolguy and Buddy after he left. Apparently one of his exes was threatening suicide unless he came to talk her down, I’ll never understand people like that. To make it up to me I told him he could come over and beg me to forgive him. So he came, and he tried so hard but it’s easy to confuse what he’s saying with my toes in his mouth and a belt around his neck. I’m don’t normally top but he was so grovelly on the phone I thought I’d have a little fun. Well, not so little… After I spanked his ass nice and red I loosened it up with a fat black rumpy strapon, the kind with the big round fist-sized knot near the bottom. I don’t even use that one on myself! I put a little glass flower plug in my butt and when I was ready to cum myself I took the rumpy stud off, leaving it inside him while I rode his dick. We both had pretty strong orgasms with our asses full of toys, I know he loved it because we ended up a slippery mess. All’s forgiven for now…

It turns out J is kind of a whore, which I don’t disapprove of. IF she’s to be believed she does the full “masked housewife interracial gangbang” cliche amateur pornstars do. Usually the husband is in on that kind of thing though, but when subtly probed about it P doesn’t seem to know. I now have his wife’s number and we’ve traded naughty stories at a couple chance meetings and met up intentionally at Subway. She’s a storyteller, and from the way she complains it makes it sound like her husband doesn’t appreciate, isn’t attracted to and is no longer interested in her. It’s kind of sad that they can’t be themselves around each other because they want the same thing and are each afraid to tell the other one. During her many tales she mentioned to me flirtingly that she’s never had an experience with a girl and it’s on her bucket list, she’s doing my job for me. It kicked off when I commented on her nail color, which was a not-so-special nude gloss and I used the moment to continue holding her fingers in the palm of my hand for awhile… She saw right through me but it also shook her confidence, the rest of the time being quiet with terrified looks on her gorgeous face. But she never pulled away and even made a hook with her fingers, we stayed holding hands that way for awhile and I let her catch me staring thirstily, smiling at her when she looked. When we left I suggested we hang out again soon and she nervously agreed. Repeatedly and enthusiastically without actually saying “hell yes!” She seems like a crushing teenager for someone who had such dirty stories earlier

I was laying on my recliner under my rain window naked, sunning indoors while it’s freezing cold outside as I often do, when poolboy heartthrob came by to check on stuff. I didn’t let him in or know he was coming by, I just looked out and saw him in back with a friend. He knows he can just drop by and maintain, and where everything’s at. When he saw me I waved, he pointed for his friend and we all waved at each other. The friend waving dramatically like he was shocked but it was smartass sitcom behavior so I knew he knew what to expect and Poolboy had probably told stories his friend hadn’t believed until he’d seen me naked. They left after a few uneventful minutes, if I ever see the friend and the stories come up I’ll back up Poolboy and maybe make a new young friend myself…

This affair with P&J is going well. Kinda. I really like him and want him for myself openly but don’t want to hurt his wife who I’m also becoming friends with. I told him about Subway while making love, which is exactly what it was by the way. Palms together, fingers intertwined overhead, slow missionary, legs wrapped around his waist and making out, which I cum harder than I do even when it’s a whole-team effort… Anyway I’m not sure if I’m trying to hook us all up or save his marriage at this point. If she found out about her husband and I, how I kept running into her because it was organized, his cheating even though she claims to be doing the same, she’d be devastated and now I like her I really don’t want that to happen. I go back and forth about whether or not I should just carry on with them both independently while keeping him in the know like we’ve been doing, or go through with the plan and bring us all together. Oh so I was telling him about Subway while he was inside me, and the image of his wife and I holding hands and flirting did wonders for us both. It turned me on obviously but he started breathing harder in my neck and loaded me up with cum a minute after I told him. Laying there afterward I was fantasizing a scenario where he hides a camera in his house because he suspects his wife of cheating, sees us lezzing out, confronts her about it pretending not to know, and tells her it’s ok and basically completes the original mission. I don’t want to risk it going badly for them so I didn’t mention it. I guess that means I’m dedicated to making sure they stay together. The conflict comes in because injecting gf myself into that relationship is what I want, but I’m scared to risk putting us all together and having it go all wrong if she finds out all about what’s going on, or they don’t really want to be together. They both blame the other and claim they still want it to work out. But P knows about everything his wife and I talk about, including how she feels because she tells me and I tell him. So he could probably fix the whole thing with an act of contrition and just making the move himself based on what he knows, but he’s scared too. Part of me hopes he doesn’t want to do that because he wants me more, which makes me feel terrible about J cuz I like her. Love sucks, sluttiness is easier.

I did something ethically icky. I’ll say it at the end, it’s a rebranding of a couple previous bad ideas, my fantasy and a joking suggestion… J called and asked me if I wanted to hang out, which was weird because we had so far communicated by casual text. She sounded nervous so I suspected what was up, she asked me if I’d like to come over for coffee… You know! On the way I got a different text from P about how his wife was SUPPOSED to be shopping at the outlets for a few hours and I should stage a run-in. Suspicious, stories not matching up! So I thought maybe she wanted to have coffee before shopping but I kinda suspected not. I told him that she invited me over, never having been to their house before. He said if we hooked up to get pics! I knew he was joking but wouldn’t object. Anyway I gauged her intention right, I got there and we had coffee but she wanted to reenact the hand-holding moment. I kept reassuring her not to be scared and I wasn’t trying to push her into anything because she looked terrified. She told me that her hookups with groups of men were her fantasies and she hadn’t been with anyone else, which I suspected because she was pretty nervous to be getting attention just from me. I had usually listened when she was telling me these stories and just kind of smiled and nodded, alluding that I had “tried some stuff” responding to her relevant stories. I took then to tell her diplomatically what kind of person I was, saying basically “I’m experienced in the things you fantasize about” which SHE kind of suspected. She was still kind of teary and emotional, so we hugged and were laughing about it, she felt embarrassed about playing herself up. The hug was held awhile, with me rubbing her lower back and holding my hands on her hips, her arms around my neck with her face on my shoulder. When we pulled back I rested my forehead on hers, hands still on her hips, hers on the back of my neck and I gave her a little kiss. Just a peck to see how she’d react, I asked her if that was ok and she chuckled and nodded. I kept making sure she was ok every step of the way, including mentioning her husband to make sure she didn’t have doubts, to which she made a joke about how if he knew he’d want pics… They’re perfect for each other and it’s simultaneously cute and infuriating, I’m not sure which one I’m jealous of. I took the reins for this first-timer and went a little further, giving a full kiss with little licks of her lips until we were wrapped around each other making out in the kitchen. After a few minutes of that she let me pull her with me by her belt loop to her living room, where I gradually sat her on the couch between breaths. I went back in the kitchen for a drink… When I got back I leaned over her kissing her, then kneeled in front of her kissing her, then pushed her backward kissing her all the way down her fucking sexy athletic belly… She was loving it and hyperventilating. When I pulled away for a second to tie my hair back she hiked her hips up and practically ripped her pants off underwear and all. We were laughing and I helped her untangle them from her feet because she still had boots on, I never took them off the whole time which was kind of hot… Then I traced my fingernails up her thighs and started kissing my way up her smooth soccer-player legs up to her hairless pubis, never breaking eye-contact and listening to her practically dying. I could see how aroused and wet her pussy was before I ever got to it, she was engorged, light red and glistening, and I licked that clit clean until she was screaming and crying again. Apparently she’d never been eaten out before. That’s not true but at the moment it seemed like it to me! After she’d cum and I made sure she wasn’t going to leave a trail in her panties when she put them back on, I pulled her up and had her show me her bedroom cuz it was my turn. We were making out again, then she helped me out of my leggings and pushed me onto her bed. It turns out she has a suitcase under her bed full of toys! Don’t we all? She hauled it out and asked me which one I liked. There was one she hasn’t tried because she wasn’t brave enough so I decided to show off and picked up that one. I tilted my head back and repeatedly lubricated the entire length of it at, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She was clearly enjoying the sight and helped me too, sliding her thumb between my slick pussy lips as she pulled her slobbery 10-inch green rubber cock out of my throat and put it where it belongs. She didn’t let me touch it the whole time until she’d made me cum. At one point she held the base of it against her hip and simulated fucking me with it, which was fun. I mentioned to her that I have actual strapons and we should try them next time. She enthusiastically agreed, the operative wording being “next time” meaning there will be one. So about that drink of water earlier–nervous drymouth is a thing, and you don’t want to be dry while you’re eating pussy. Not that I’d be nervous, it’s not my first or 10th time. I took the opportunity to take somebody’s advice and prop my phone up against the microwave pointing at the couch. Unfortunately it got about 30 minutes of only empty living room and some muffled moaning and screaming at the end, but I’m sure P will enjoy watching me make his wife cum…

…which he did. I told him about what happened when I left wondering if there would be any consequences or he would freak out because reality is more tangible than fantasizing. It may have sounded good in theory to him until it actually happened, I didn’t know. But no, he was excited and I told him I got a little video for him. It was a couple days before I could see him again, now I had both he and his wife blowing up my phone, competing for whos face I should sit on. He came over as soon as he could, and I was sitting in his lap on my couch showing him the video on my phone. It’s weird seeing yourself on video because on one hand you remember something from one perspective while seeing it from a different one. Anyway I was getting wet watching it, I had to put a pillow under me so I didn’t get a spot on his uniform pants, which was cool cause he was rock hard and jabbing me with his dick anyway. I noticed some things watching I didn’t see before either, like J pulling her own hair while I was kissing her clit. She would lay her head back, run her fingers through her hair and make a fist before bucking her hips and whimpering… It was beautiful and she was making her husband and I very horny watching. I suggested helping ease our respective conditions but he wanted to keep watching which made me strangely jealous, because I was IN the video. So then I suggested casting it to the TV so we could do both. He didn’t want to get undressed or messy and I was wet enough to beg, so I did just that and he compromised by letting me give him head while he fingered me. It wasn’t very romantic, but it was alot like that first night in his cruiser. I was on hands and knees naked on my couch while he was fully clothed, just his dick sticking out of his pants. He came in my mouth listening to his wife laughing. In the video, we were in her bedroom at that point. I finished a minute later and he put out his wet finger in my mouth for me to lick off. He probably thought it was hot or thought that I would, but it was too clinical and basically just felt like it was to clean his finger before he immediately left. I got a text a couple hours later from J telling me about how her husband came home and out of nowhere just fucked her up against the water heater door! I was pretty upset and confused because I can see he’s attracted to his wife above anyone else and loves her to the detriment of everything else, which should be a good thing, but he left me hanging and lost interest when he saw her. I should have realized it a couple days before when we were together, and my Subway story was getting him off. I just thought it was a teasing story but he was thinking about her which is actually what got him going… Its hard for me because I want both, and the one I thought I had in the bag is slipping away and I’m helping it along.

Somehow Notsocoolguy got my number and has been blowing up my phone. I answered the first time not knowing who it was. He’s persistent, calling from other numbers or blocked ones groveling to get together. I told him the first time that when he booted me out I had to walk home in that weather and got blisters because of my heels. Lies but he doesn’t need to know that, he has no chance.

J and I have been hanging out alot, like a few days a week. Any chance her husband isn’t home we hang out there to Netflix & chill. We don’t even have sex all the time but we are intimate- kissing when we meet, holding hands, cuddling on their couch, ect. It’s just nice. P is cooling down, when I tell him how we’re hanging out to just watch a movie and we cuddled he’d just say “aww! Ok have fun.” He’s accepting that I’m wanting to hang out with her for it’s own sake and not for him, I don’t know at this point if she can ever find out about the plan. It would be so much of a betrayal, I let him know that and he agrees if we ever all hang out, he and I should start fresh like we’re just meeting.

Someone else called me recently, the friend who pool boy heartthrob brought by. His name starts with B and he had an interesting story. Naturally Poolboy isn’t going to give his friend the number of the woman he gets to fuck, also naturally he’s going to brag about it, so B knows plenty about me by now. Taking that into consideration, B got into his phone when he had a minute alone with it and stole my number. He was pretty contrite and asked me not to tell his friend, also saying he knew it was a risk to call and I could be pissed and report him, ect but he had to take a chance and made his case. He was trying to be confident and cool but kept repeating himself and laughing too much, obviously super nervous. He finally got around to asking me out and I told him it wouldn’t be appropriate to be seen dating, but we could hang out. I told him I’d get a pizza if he came over and we could Netflix and chill, which he gladly jumped on. When he got there I was waiting in my comfy outfit, the one I usually wear at home; nada. He knocked, I said come in and he was treated to a view of me sitting on my couch, legs crossed, hands in my lap, hair around my shoulders and wearing just a smile. Yes I kind of planned it. I asked him to come make himself comfortable, and he sat with me talking and stroking my leg. We talked about his friends and his thievery, I told him about me while we were waiting on pizza. I let his hands wander where they wanted and could tell he was testing to see how far he could get away with, by the time the pizza guy got there he had one arm around me and was squeezing my tits with the other. The pizza guy was appreciative of my attire when I answered the door too. We joked about how he couldn’t “return the tip” and I shoo’d him away because I had company to entertain. Since the food was there it was eating time, I had to slap hands away a couple times to get him to focus and eat while we put on Witcher since we were both watching it. We took our time and finished a couple episodes since we had no places to be and he had never been with a girl. I’d dealt with that before so I managed his expectations and kept him calm, telling him that he was probably already super wet or already came in his pants, which was normal and guaranteed he still had more in him. By the time the 3rd episode was on in the background I was straddling and grinding on him while we were making out and he was squeezing my boobs. I scooted down to the floor and pulled his pants off, confirming that he was a mess. I promised to wash them before he left and threw them on the floor, then got to work cleaning up his cock and warming up the cold mess with my warm mouth. When he was fairly clean I crawled back into onto his lap and guided his dick inside me. He brought condoms but I told him not to worry and he left it at that, I didn’t even have to give a reason. After about 10 minutes he blew his load in my pussy and I made a show of it for him, biting my lip, not breaking eye contact and giggling/whimpering while he finished. It wasn’t the greatest with him being inexperienced but it was nice seeing him like putty beneath me, I’m confident he’ll get better with practice… Also we had hours of foreplay so it was good regardless. I took that boy’s virginity and after throwing his clothes in the washer we cuddled on the couch naked for a few more hours, it was a good day. His dick never dropped after he came, it just rested hard against my butt until he left. Now he’s got my number I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other, but poolboy can’t know so now I have to keep secrets from another guy which I don’t like.

J was texting me being dramatic about something bad she did, which turned out to be telling her husband about us. She said he was jokey and flirty about it l which made her happy, she was terrified of a bad reaction. He of course texted me and told me the same thing. We already agreed to not tell her about how we knew each other. So she asked me to have dinner with them both to introduce us, which means she’s obviously planning a 3some. I say that because she told her husband about her gf and then invited her over to meet him. Also he texted me and said she’s been talking about 3somes, so yeah. 🙂 I’ll add this part to this same story, yeah 3some! A few days later they had a day off together and J invited me to hang out and have dinner. When I got there they P was home too, I got in the door and she greeted me with a gf’s kiss. Not a peck like a friend, with her arms around the back of my neck and head tilted with a bit of tongue… While P stood behind her waving and rubbing his crotch making dirty faces. I laughed and told J her husband was being a perv, and she joked about him ruining the “surprise” because that was the point of the night. There was no dinner or food to be had. The only eating that happened while I was there was of the pussy. We were making out by the front door and P jumped in, prioritizing his wife of course. He should too I admit otherwise he might get in trouble for showing too much interest in the “new girl” and ruin this 3 way relationship. We all worked our way slowly to their room undressing a little bit as we went, all shirts off. When we got there she pushed me onto their bed and pulled my pants off, so I’m in front of the both of them naked. P undressed J from behind while kissing her neck, then pushed her down onto me so we were making out again. It was obvious when he penetrated her because she made cute happy face and started rocking on top of me, so I put my hand between her legs and held her lips apart while her husband fucked Her. It was more of a struggle than it should have been, her being so wet but I made it work and it was still awesome. I soon flipped around and 69’ed her from beneath while she was doggy fucked, I could barely reach her clit with my tongue or risk keep getting hit in the face by his thrusts. At times he slowed down to keep from cumming, that’s when she’d regain her concentration and remember she was supposed to be pleasing me, and I took the chance to slip his dick out of her and throat it for fluff, but I had to be careful. I was kind of the 3rd wheel of the afternoon and he never ended up penetrating me. I focused on her, and to be fair she did seem more interested in me, which wouldn’t be an issue. I’m not sure if it’s P’s debotion or he’s being smart and not showing too much interest in me to turn her off to “us.” To finish, we agreed I should get some male cum attention but that it belonged to J. In a reverse of how we started, she was lying on her back while he fucked her, I was straddling her face getting my clit kissed and he pulled out of her to cum on her tight belly and pubis. I deepthroated P a couple times to clean his dick before licking up the mess on her and turning around to share. He layed on his side next to us, watching while I layed on top of his wife, kissing her with a full load in my mouth while we tickled each others’ pussy. She was making alot of noise and shaking, practically crying when she tightened her legs around me and came, and I relaxed on top of her with my face in her neck and almost fell asleep. P went to take a shower while we just layed like that for awhile, fingertips touching each other all over and gently kissing, talking about the experience.

I was curious to see where I lied in the relationship triangle. I’ve been texting P to see if he can come spend some time alone with me like we were doing. He comes up with reasons that would be a bad idea, or “excuses” as I call them. No matter the promise of depravity or suggestive pic, he says he’d like to but he can’t get away with it at the moment l. I even suggested asking his wife since we’re tight now and he says he’s worried about the response if he asks for time alone with me, which does make sense… But I’m almost sure he’s just not interested anymore now that J’s putting out for him. I wouldn’t want to bother with me either if I had her, she’s ridiculous out-of-our-league hot. Also super sweet and attentive. She calls me just to talk, wants to hang out platonically alot, and the last couple times we hooked up it was still all sensitive and slow. We spend more time cuddling nose to nose talking about how they met, my history, stuff we’d like to do, ect than we do bumping uglies lol! Not that I would ever call her smooth pink mound ugly. She also wants me to meet her friends and parents, go out and basically date. It’s nice being wanted, I was doing that with P though I’m surprised we stopped. Aside from the sex things aren’t any different for them from what she tells me. They don’t do stuff together otherwise, and he did seem to want to go out with me. Oh well it seems like I’m kind if getting a girlfriend. I hope she won’t mind my side activities, knowing more about me now and considering she was doing the same. Maybe I’ll introduce her to other things that don’t involve her husband either.

Gunguy and Officer N are blowing up my phone. I’m kind of “eh” on Gunguy which I feel bad for cuz I kind of left him hanging, but he did do the same to me which sucked. Even though he made up for it and I do like eating out and blowing shit up with him. And the occasional pegging femboy stuff. But mostly it was all burgers and FPSRussia type stuff when we were hanging out so I’ll try to get back into it with him cuz I know it’ll be fun once I just do it. Maybe I’ll introduce him to J for some experimentation. N on the other hand is getting annoying. We had such chemistry but he doesn’t like to share and he’s getting mean. I was clear about myself when we started hooking up. He doesn’t even know about The Triangle yet because he and his partner don’t talk about private stuff really. I figured they were closer like friends but I guess not.

The day before yesterday was scary and I’m still shaken up about it. After reading this there might be judgment of me but I want how I feel to be understood, in my opinion this was a scary fight and nothing “more”. Officer N showed up at my house unexpectedly for a booty call. I wasn’t doing anything and the arrival of a hot man in uniform at my door does things to me. So we were talking flirty and being handsy but things took a bad turn. Somehow we ended up fighting about my hookups and how I don’t have a bf, I’m being a slut, ect. I tried to make my case about how I’m not against bfs or anything, I’m just young and desirable and don’t want to limit myself to one person if something else I want comes along. He started getting really nasty throwing around stuff about “lying with niggers and spics, fagboys” things like that and I was screaming that he could get the fuck out if I’m no good, which he didn’t take well. He slapped me, I tried to hit him back with the balls of my hands but he grabbed me by the wrists and pushed me down to the floor, landing on me. He was screaming all kinds of racist shit in my face and had crazy wide eyes like actually pissed so I just kind of laid there in a kind of “hands up” pose with them on the side of my head. He took his pants off and rough missionary fucked me on the floor, and it wasn’t fun. I’ve always liked rough sex; facefucking, being spit on, degraded, choked, spanked, slapped, ect but it was always pornstar-like decadence which was just for fun. Like being really handcuffed, but with someone you trust isn’t going to skin you. But this was like that tense feeling when you’re confronted before you get in a fistfight you don’t want to be in and know you’re going to lose. I couldn’t see a way out. It felt like I was about to get my ass kicked. The whole time he was calling me nigger-loving whore and trash, things like that, and he’d switch off between one fist in my hair, with one on my throat and the other pinning my arms over my head, covering my mouth, and even grabbed me by the hair and smacked my head on the floor a few times. This is an angry COP. Again the whole time when I could I just kept my hands by my head and took it, I’d been through worse punishment just for fun, but not today. After 20 minutes he was done and relaxed on top of me, kissing me and saying how much he needed that. We’ve talked before about how I liked rough stuff so I figure he genuinally started off pissed with the slap and grabbing but thought I was playing dirty once we were on the floor, which wasn’t the case at all. After he left I really wanted to talk to J but I stopped myself because I couldn’t explain how I knew N! So I texted her husband instead and told him to call me asap. To his credit he didn’t assume it was about his side piece wanting to hook up and called me back pretty quick asking if I was ok. I knew he was a sweetie. I felt completely fine and just really pissed by the time he called me, but getting a ways into the story I was wailing so bad he couldn’t understand me alot of the time. After talking awhile and calming me down he said he’d handle it and be by later. I called my friend Holly, one of Dillan’s exes and she came over to hang out and I told her the whole story. About midnight that night the boys showed up to talk to me and N was super apologetic while P was super pissed and acted like a moderator. I got to scream and cry at N and when he started repeating himself or tried explaining something and it sounded like too much of an excuse, P would be my tag-team hype-man and tell him to shut the fuck up because I could decide how things would go for him next if he wasn’t careful… N said the slap was real and he regretted it instantly but overcorrected and tried to play it off as rough sex stuff. Unprompted, that sounded like what I thought at the time. He said he WAS pissed at me for being “so open” with others and was jealous because the thought we might become a thing and lost it for a second while we were fighting. After that it was him “giving me what I like” and trying to conflate the slap as the following rough sex, but he did start off being legit mad. So basically he was jealous, pissed, really slapped me, went “oh shit I fucked up”, then tried to make it seem like the start of rough makeup sex to cover up the slap. I thought it sounded like bullshit but he was almost crying by the end, always saying”baby” and answering me with “ma’am” me the whole time, and he confirmed does not have a history of violence becuaue he and P have been friends for years. He said he was sorry he scared me and understands if I don’t want to see him again but hopes I just need time because he wants to be with me and make it up to me, and the things he was SAYING during the fight were just the worst things he could think to say because he was mad. I don’t know if I’ll see him again but I was polite just to get them out and told him I definitely need “time off” for now!

My NEW GF J asked me about my neck and wrist bruises. I told her a rando hookup got rough, and they were good marks and she should try it. A little lie because how I got them I don’t want to happen to her but if she gets them the right way, like with me, that would be different… 😀

Today was scary for a different and cool reason. I was laying under my sun window in my reclining chair, naked as always watching the rain above me. Then I heard a distant rumble. Soon it was pouring so hard I would have had to yell to be heard over it if anyone were here. Then came the flashes, soon after the visual lightning, and I could see the water jump off the window when it shook from how loud it was. The lightning looked weird though, not being a crooked streak like you’d expect. It was like Z and G shapes. It occurred to me from the angle I was laying looking up that those must have been right above me. I tried called B and texted him to ask if he wanted to come lay under me and be ridden in a thunderstorm, he texted back saying he’d love to but he was in class and couldn’t answer the phone, which I always forget about. He could see and hear it from there though. We traded naughty talk and I sent him a pic, and I told him about how I was masturbating right under the lightning, curious about if someone in the next room would even be able to hear us if he were here. He told me he was hard & messy right there among his classmates. It was a really hot and fun day despite the cold rainy weather

Mark called me this week to ask if he could use my house to host an event for his business partners. As I didn’t have any plans I said yeah and he had to send some kind of Rep over to ready it for guests. She was a nice older lady who brought a team over Friday to move stuff around, make changes and bring in rented furniture, ect. It was like getting the house ready for a wedding. My yard got groomed, the pool and hot tub checked and she was impressed those were in appealing condition. I didn’t have to be there but there was a dress code if I was, so I had to wear my fancy black dress. Saturday morning caterers, serving staff and security all showed up and finished prep, I had to go through a briefing if I was going to attend, stick by the side of “Mrs. A” if I didn’t bring a classy date, and basically don’t cause any kind of debacle. I considered not going but didn’t trust 100 strangers in my house having a fancy party without me. Also I was eager to mingle, eat and drink nice food without footing the bill for the event. I had hoped I’d see my ex there but he wasn’t even in the country which is why Mrs. A was hosting. She works for him. I did regognize a few of the guests from my wedding, not immediately because I’d only met them once a few years ago. And they were wearing clothes tonight. I opted to wave as opposed to saying hi to them because I don’t speak German and they don’t speak English well from what I remember. Just after dark one of the German Gents I recognized came and put his hand on the small of my back and gestured to the other room. When we got there he gestured to my front door. I thought he wanted to take me outside for who knows what, but I hoped not because it was freezing and windy. But before we got there he guided me to the stairs. The party was not upstairs at all, just 2 bedrooms and a bathroom… So I was right on the what but not the where. I thought I knew what to expect but I guess not. As we neared the bathroom there was a big guy outside guarding it, my gent leaned past him and opened the door… And there was a couple guests fucking inside. A middle-aged blonde lady was on her knees on my toilet lid, leaning over the tank with her dress hiked up taking it in the ass. I assume anyway, because Germans… I thought we were bound for this party but no. Gent said something to him I didn’t understand and waved, then took me to a bedroom. When I opened the door there were 7 people on my bed, 2 middle-aged but not unattractive women and 5 older guys having an orgy. Gent pushed by me, taking my hand and leading me to a chair where he pulled me into his lap. He stroked his fingers along my thighs and soon found his way up my dress to the wet spot in my panties. We watched the guys group-fuck these women while he stroked me through my panties until I came in them. He just liked to watch because when I tried playing with his dick over his pants he’d kiss my hand and put it back on his shoulder. The room cleared out eventually, everybody thanking and touching me on the way out, and Gent kissed my hand and rejoined the party. It was like I was a celebrity and the show was for me. After that I wandered to the back where there was a spread of awesome food on a clothed table by some cool verticle fire lamps. Everyone was suited and it was too cold for the pool so it was neglected. I relaxed on a patio chair, had grilled duck on some lime rice SERVED to me and watched some very young bikini-clad Latin ladies enjoying my hot tub. They liked my attention and were making out and groping each other while they kept looking over and talking about me. They were clearly the youngest people at the party followed by myself, everyone else between 40-70. Nothing happened after the show, their dates came and collected them and brought them inside. When I asked Mrs A if they were wives/gf’s she said they were short-notice dates retained for a couple guests. Barely-legal (questionable) escorts, I approved. I felt kind of lonely for a long period, just floating around drinking lightly and sampling food and wishing I’d invited a certain PO to be my date. The now-clothed girls then tracked me down sitting on a windowseat. They thought I was working like them and just wanted to chill with someone closer to their own age because their dates were occupied. I told them this was my house and my ex’s business party. They had no idea the things that had happened in the bathroom and bedroom earlier and thought it was scandalous, and were surprised that they weren’t asked to be in on it. They told me they had never been to such a nice event, liked my house and hot tub, the food, and told me they were getting $4,500 each to be dates for the night. They’re professionals working for one of those Grey-area agencies and are paid for their time and attendance, not sex. But if course that’s “how it works” and they can choose to have consensual sex with dates off the clock, but they still get harassed by PO often. They weren’t called on the rest of the night, and we hung out drinking and laughing until everyone else had left. Mrs A took care of their ride home and said the event staff would clean up the next day. Since the food was technically mine I got to keep the leftovers and let the hoes leave with plates of steak and shrimp, they made my night and deserved it. I’ll never see them again probably. It turned out to be a nice day! The nexd day mark called to ask how it’s going, I told him about events during the party and he was surprised it was so light. I reminded him it was light involving ME and that his guests got up to alot. But it was nice to talk to him for the first time in awhile and he said we could hook up when he was able to come stateside again, current events prohibiting travel of course. The guests were already here and not going home anytime soon I guess.

I’m loving having J as a friend, she’s surprisingly innocent. That 3some was her first and she’d never really been promiscuous. When we’re talking about it even alone she gets hushed and looks around before using naughty language, like she’s afraid of being caught by her parents or something. We haven’t had sex since that night at her house with P and we’re hanging out less, she’s kind of into “social distancing” right now but wishes we could hang out butt naked. I told her about the party at my house and how not-distant the guests were getting and she was shocked. I don’t know why, I’ve told her about the debauchery I get up to but I’m glad she accepts me. It’s not usually women who do.

Come to think of it nobody’s really coming around. Not even my school/pool boys. I know school’s out but they said they can’t go out and do stuff right now when I hit them up. P&J are staying in as much as possible, except he does have to work, and gunguy also took time off and is having a staycation. So lonely house for me for the immediate future. Going to be online more maybe.

So I haven’t seen anybody in awhile. I talk to J on the phone almost every night, sometimes for over an hour. We were talking about the event at my house and about how Mrs. A ran things, and I’m kind of swaying into the territory of hiring like a butler. I don’t know if anyone would meet my ridiculous criteria of being somewhat good-looking, former military, restaurant-quality cook who likes to clean and put up with advances and eccentricities. But after this “social vacation” is over I’m going to at least look and maybe interview. Oh it would be nice to have a driver and errand boy too, so just someone to handle all my shit. I’m going to need a nicer car to be driven around in though… But yeah we talk about how cool it would be to have a good looking bruiser in a suit opening doors for me and just being imposing to strangers, getting the car door for me and the like. It goes into fantasy territory when we’re giggling about it at 2 am on the phone but…

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Steve had come here many times before and just because he was getting married he didn’t expect to stop.

Vampire Hookers
It was a mesmerising flicker reflected from Steve’s hard cock pounding Sapphire’s willing pussy. This flicker didn’t distract him from the building orgasm within, nor the taste of Sapphire’s juices drying on his lips, nor the smell of her floral perfume lingering in the air. Sapphire laid angled across the brothel bed, her Greek Goddess body calling with the power of any siren. Steve couldn’t resist any further. His hand glided over her trained flat stomach, over her accented ribs, cupping her water soft breast, finally pinching her stiff brown nipple. Steve launched into a convulsive orgasm, pushing Sapphire past her boiling point. The two finalised with moans, collapsing breathlessly beside each other.
The tormented bed creaked as Steve slid off and walked over to his clothes on the side dresser. Sapphire rolled supporting her delicate head with her arm, “I hear you are getting married? I hope this will not affect our usual meetings?”
“Yep and nope,” Steve replied smugly already stepping into his jeans. “I will not see you as often, but I cannot say no to you forever. You are the best fuck I have ever had and the bareback thing just makes it all the better. Besides you still look and feel like a teenager. It’s like you don’t age.”
Sapphire giggled, “Flattery will get you far, but money gets you all the way.” Steve gave her a wink and placed a bundle of notes onto the dresser before slipping out the door. Sapphire covered herself, collected the money and made her way downstairs to pass it onto the brothel Madam.
After a respectful knock Sapphire entered the Madam’s office. Lilith sat on the wall side of a large oak desk. Her tall slender physique fitted well inside the clingy black dress, the low cut revealing Lilith’s ample cleavage. A tattoo of a bat silhouetted against the full moon on her left breast completed the seductive picture.
Sapphire dropped the money on the formidable desk. “Another happy customer,” she smiled. Lilith screwed her face in disinterest, “Did you feed from him.”
With a widening smile Sapphire replied, “He always satisfies my hunger, but he did mention my age again.” Lilith stopped counting the money for the third time and looked up.
“How long has he been with you?” she enquired.
“A few years, I’m not sure,” Sapphire shook her head unknowingly. “He is very strong. I get as much from him as two others.”
Resembling a traffic cop, Lilith held up her hand. Sapphire dare not continue and fell silent.
“I already understand his importance to you,” Lilith remarked coldly. “It will be dawn soon, lets sleep on it.” She waved Sapphire away and returned to counting the money again.
Steve wasn’t sure when he’d been with Sapphire last. He had a yearning to feel her small delicate body beneath him and on top of him and beside him. Steve smiled as he dialled the well memorised number.
Shocked, he stood by the now silent phone, “a life time ban”. The conversation echoed in his head, “a life time ban”. Why? “I’m a good customer,” he reasoned with himself out loud. “I don’t ask for credit. I am always prompt and I’ve never caused a ruckus. Until now!”
The entire drive to the Brothel, Steve was on auto pilot stewing over the injustices that had been heaved upon him. It was late afternoon when he thumped on the heavy brothel door. Charles the doorman, not yet in his uniform opened the door. Steve barged past the old man demanding to speak with the Brothel Madam. The angry voice brought the bouncer running into the room. Cliff, whose name aptly described the sheer size of the man, had a way of bringing calm to any situation. With Steve quietened Charles explained that Lilith only works after dark.
“What she some sort of vampire,” Steve stated the obvious. He never seen Cliff’s punch coming, he didn’t even really feel it at the time. He simply woke up in a prison like room, dazed not knowing what had happened.
Lilith was looking at Steve’s personal affects pondering what to do with the prisoner, when the mobile phone vibrated to life.
“Good evening,” Lilith answered with all the elegance and class a voice could convey.
A feeble umm was the best that Louise could muster for a few seconds. “Who is this and how did you get Steve’s phone?” She finally enquired.
“My name is Lilith. I am the manager of the Happy House on Alexandra. Steve started a fight earlier today and was knocked unconscious by the bouncer. He is presently sleeping it off in one of the back rooms. If you come and get him and he promises not to come back, I will not involve the Police.”
Louise snorted, then sighed, “Sure why not. This isn’t the first time and I would rather get him from a brothel than a Cop Shop.” Though this was the first time from a brothel and he would pay for this. She was still imaging all the horrors Steve would endure when she turned into Alexandra Street and into the brothel car park.
Lilith timed her entrance into the front foyer perfectly, she watched as the thirty something year old woman walked in through the main entrance. The two shared a look of recognition and Lilith waved in the direction of a “Staff Only” door. They discreetly vanished behind the door and in to a hallway. There was a row of doors on the right and windows opening to the gardens and the car park beyond.
Lilith melted the ice with a warming voice, “I appreciate you coming to get Steve, he is lucky to have a fiancée that is so understanding.” Before Louise could answer they drew level to one of the doors, Lilith launched forward slamming Louise through it and into the bedroom beyond. Lilith’s strength surprised Louise, her struggle seemed childlike as she was pushed onto the single bed. Louise screamed and thrashed while Lilith shackled her hands against the wrought iron bed frame.
Louise’s frantic resistance faded after her flimsy sundress was torn open revealing her milky white breasts. Louise’s breathing fell into a heavy rhythm, she could feel the fear and the excitement rise within her. The rise and fall of her chest shuddered her breasts, hardening her pink nipples. Lilith dragged the back of her fingers down the length of Louise’s uncovered torso until hooking the elastic of the cotton briefs. The anticipation scented the air and Lilith took a deep breath through her nostrils extracting every molecule.
The briefs cut in when Lilith finally ripped them from Louise’s body. The crop of blonde hair on the sexy mound drew Lilith from her standing position. She settled down on her victim and scratched at the hairy outcrop, her smile widening uncontrollably.
The bony fingers glided between the soft fleshy folds breaking them open spilling the wild exotic juices from within. Louise schizoed into a willing participant and opened her legs as wide as the restraints would allow.
“Hmm, I guess you’re a fun girl?” Lilith whispered. She pushed her fingers deep inside while still rubbing the outside folds with her thumb. A moan of unbridled pleasure snuck from Louise. This signalled Lilith, she dropped her head and flicked the swollen clit with her tongue. Louise moaned shamelessly and strained against her shackles as her body gave way to sex’s pleasurable goal. The orgasm draining Louise of her consciousness driving her to an unnaturally deep sleep.
Exposing a set of long white fangs, Lilith bit deep into Louise’s thigh piercing the Femoral Artery. Her fingers arched and dug into the bed with pleasure as she drained her newest girl. Louise will wake a different person and as a member of the Brood she will be able to control Steve.
Steve sat defeated on the bed, he had pounded his fists raw and yelled himself hoarse for hours. He felt confused and abandoned by the time Lilith open the well pounded door. Steve made a rush for freedom, but Lilith’s grip around his throat ended that bid. She lifted him the full extent of her arm well clear of the floor. Her strength already betrayed, she exposed her long white fangs drawing Steve’s focus and attention.
From his hung position Steve stared at the wild eyed creature below. Rhythmic fear pounded in his chest where his heart once beat. The colour in his faced faded and he struggled to get air to his lungs.
“Look at me,” Lilith shook him slightly to ensure compliance. Steve stared at the fiery red eyes, still helplessly clawing at her rock like grip.
“I can be a nightmare or a valued ally, the choice is yours,” Lilith paused her hissing voice for strategic advantage. “But before you decide, I have something to show you.”
Still carrying Steve by her one handed throat grip, she marched down the hallway a couple of doors and shot putted Steve into the room. As he slid to a stop in the corner he could see Louise still shackled to the wrought iron bed. He jumped to his fiancée’s side, but was surprised by the happy smile she greeted him with. Louise looked content, happy to be restrained in this manner.
“What have you done to her,” Steve looked up for the first time since entering the room. Sapphire stood in the doorway. She wore her usual see through white cotton business shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and a red heart shaped thong. Louise softly whistled her approval, further confusing Steve.
Louise gave Steve a cheeky wink, “If this is the one you’ve been seeing, I forgive you.” Sapphire approached the pair with the shackle key in her small hand. Lilith and Cliff followed behind her for back up, but Steve was beaten beyond fighting back. Turns out he has been screwing a vampire for years, knocked out, held captive, the fiancé turned to a vampire, blackmailed by another vampire who had almost choked him. He sat on the edge of the bed defeated while Sapphire and Cliff unshackled Louise and helped her from the room.
Lilith sat beside Steve with her hands on her thighs. “Now where were we? Ah that’s right, nightmare or ally? Do you remember?
Steve nodded his recollection to Lilith from his hunched position.
“You’re right,” Lilith continued,” We are vampires, aren’t you the smartie, but unlike the movies we don’t live on blood. Blood lust is only to convert female humans to vampires. We need living sperm to survive, either orally ingested or by absorption through the vaginal wall. In other words, we fuck to live. Now I have a job for you, you can replace the old doorman that you successful brushed past yesterday. He will be working in the gardens a better pace for his age. I will leave you here alone to get your head around that.” Lilith stood and walked out the door locking it after her.
Steve was fairly lost in confusion until Louise’s familiar touch brought back a few senses. He looked at her pretty round face and they embraced. “What have I got us into?” he whispered. “An adventure far greater than a life on the factory floor,” she whispered back. Steve held her shoulders at arm’s length, a confused frown wrinkling his brow.
“You’re a frigging vampire,” Steve exclaimed
Louise smiled, her face brighter than he’d ever seen before. She stood and held her hand towards the door. Sapphire walked in, squeezed Louise’s hand and continued through to Steve on the bed. She pushed him flat to his back and skilfully pulled his jeans to his knees. Steve lost sight of Sapphire as Louise, having pulled up her short plaid skirt, stepped over Steve’s face. Her pussy wet and swollen begged a silent plea for Steve’s tongue. He placed his mouth over her cunt and sucked in the fleshy folds. With his mouth full he jammed his tongue inside Louise. She hummed her approval and pushed down onto his face.
Sapphire had coaxed Steve hard and suggested that Louise ride his throbbing cock. The engorged head and hardened shaft were swallowed as Louise pushed herself down hard onto Steve’s groin. Steve was halfway through a groan of pleasure when Sapphire placed her brown nipples in his open mouth. There in that moment, lost in the simple pleasures of sex, Steve could see the adventures within the Happy House on Alexandra.

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