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My day started out as usual with me waking up to ny lab pacing around my room. This was her choice way of waking me up. I groaned a little and got up to take hee outside. I came inside and stepped into the shower. I trembled a little as the warm water began to run over my body. My girlfriend and I had been on a break for the past three weeks due to some relationship problems and being as faithful as I am I hadn’t done anything to jeapordize our progress. However it had also been a little over three weeks since she had touched me and I was beginning to go a little crazy.
I soaped up and as my hands slid up my thigh my mind mind began to wander. I began to think of Kayla and the way she used to touch me. she always began by kissing my lips softly..she’d work her way down to my neck. Her lips always made me tremble and as she slid her tongue down my neck and to my chest brushing my cleavage I let out a soft moan. Her hands always seemed to know just where to go on my body as she kneaded my breasts, working my nipples adeptly with her tongue. She always got this sexy little smile as she sucked on them because she knew how wet it got me.
And it was no different now. Soon it was impossible to differentiate between the moisture of the shower and the wetness between my own legs. At this point I couldbt control myself…thinking of her slipping her fingers into me caused my own fingers to slip between my pussy lips. My hips slid down to greet them excitedly. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall of the shower and let Kayla fuck me. she started out slowly and as she went she slipped another finger into me.
Just when I thought it would drive me nuts I thrust my fingers deep into myself. My muscles tensed as a strong orgasm racked my body.
I opened my eyes still panting heavily and let my hands fall to my sides. I bit my lip torn by sadness and lust. I missed her so much and even my intense fantasy did not do our wild love making justice.

After I dried off and dressed I went about the rest of my day. Running a few errands on my day off, cleaning up the house a little and taking the dog for a walk. My plans for the evening were to go out dancing with my best friend of ten years. Tanner and I had bonded over a shared boredom in our small Home town and in fact we had discovered that our sexualities leaned towards the same sex at around the same time. He had been the first person I had come out to and had supported me ever since.
It was our Saturday usual to go out to the local nightclub. Saturday nights were their featured pride night and it always turned out to be a good time. I hadn’t gone since Kayla and I’s break had begun but Tanner had been having a rough week and had practically begged me to go. I begrudgingly agreed.
the evening neared and I began to get ready. I combed and straightened my shoulder length dark brown hair. It fell in layers around my face and actually looked pretty good at the moment. I put on some Jean shorts and a camisole and a fitted t shirt that showed off my boobs. The necklace I had picked out featured a small black heart with blue diamonds that sparkled just enough to enhance the hazel flecks in my chocolate colored eyes. I put on a pair of converse and some light makeup and was ready to go. I took a final glance in the mirror and was surprised at how good I looked for the short amount of time that I had spent. I sprayed on a couple of flirty perfumes to ensure that no one else smelled like me and then hurried out the door.
I picked up Tanner at his house and we were soon on our way. As we pulled up to the club the bass from inside shook the car with each opening of the entry doors. I had just turned twenty one a few weeks ago and had yet to go out legally so I was rather excited.
after we had been carded and had been let inside Tanner grumbled a little bit at the fact that I could drink. He rubbed bitterly at the black marker Xs that would surely end up stamped somewhere on his face the next morning. Kesha remixes boomed through the speakers and neon lights flashed across the mass of bodies grinding on each other on the dance floor. It was already a little hot in here but I didn’t mind it much. Tanner did his usual of mingling with the groups of lesbians that he had befriended over the last few months and I quietly excused myself to get a drink.
After ordering and downing a pornstar I ordered a hypnotic on the rocks and sat down to drink it at one of the excluded and practically empty tables in the far corner of the club. I was nearly finished when Tanner stumbled over and yelled in my ear. “Danielle come on let’s dance!”
“Tanner you know I don’t dance unless im drunk..im terrible.”
“Drink fast then and let’s go.”
I sighed before downing my drink. I quickly ordered another, downing it before allowing myself to be lead to the dance floor. He immediately started drunkenly dancing on me and I moved as little as possible..just enough to keep him satisfied that I was indeed dancing. However as I did so the alcohol I had already consumed began to hit me. I began to move in rythym to his movements and was feeling pretty good when all of a sudden I felt someone moving behind me. Tanner immediately got this wicked smile on his face and began to dance a little farther from me. From his reaction I knew it was a girl.
Feeling a little nervous I danced with her. Her hands made their way to my waist and she guided my hips with her hands. Her body felt warm as she pressed into me and I was painfully aware of her breasts pressing into my back. More and more of the alcohol hit me making me feel a little bit brave and I allowed my hands to move to hers. I guided her hands higher up and allowed her to slide her hands up my sides.
Then to my surprise she had me pressed against the wall and she was grinding on me to the music. I pressed my ass into her hips and let her hands explore. it was dark enough in the club and the surrounding groups were drunk enough that no one really paid any attention. I gasped a little as her hands played with the hem of my shirt and I caught my breath as her fingers made.contact with the skin just above my shorts.
I tried to turn around but she kept me pinned against the wall. I gave in and let her hands slide a little higher. The feelings she was giving me were too exciting and too familiar to fight. Her hands made their way up to cup my breasts through my black lacey bra and I felt her squeeze them gently. Her mouth found its way to my neck and her tongue flicked over my skin making me shiver. She kissed and sucked all the way down to my shoulder and then nibbled on my ear as her hands found their way under my bra. Her fingertips slid over my nipples and I felt my whole body flood with heat. She squeezed and played with my tits until I couldn’t take it anymore..I slid my hand up to hers and then allowed both of our hands to slide down between my legs. I felt her breathing quicken as her fingers traced the wetness that had soaked through my shorts.
My own breathing became heavier and she teased me with her fingertips. I looked to my side’s nervously to see if anyone was watching. If they were they didn’t seem to care. She kept her body pressed hard against mine as she began to rub me gently through my shorts. My hips instinctively pressed inter her touch and I felt a groan escape my lips. My eyes closed as she began to rub more fervently. soon I couldnt tell if I was moving intime to the music or her touch.
Just when I thought I couldnt take it anymore she slid her hand down to my thigh teasing the hemline at the bottom of my shorts. I was so horny and filled with lust at this point that I tried to turn around again. after a slight struggle I succeeded. I was met with a familiar set of eyes and potty lips full and ready to be kissed. There in front of me stood Kayla. Questions raced through my head but I knew.those could wait. All I wanted right now was her. On me. Inside me. Filling me up. I could feel the sexual tension between us and I knew she wanted me just as badly. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her lips were parted and inviting. I pulled her close and let my hand slide down to her jeans…she was soaked.
for a mere second I debated taking her somewhere and fucking her until she couldnt possibly take any more. But that would take too much time. I needed her now. I began to kiss her passionately and her lips collided with mine eagerly. Her teeth grazing.my bottom lip occasionally which she knew would drive me crazy. My tongue played over hers and her kisses set me to a whole new level of wanting.
Her fingers found their way back to the hemline of my shorts and she wasted no time in sliding them underneath. She played them between my lips before thrusting two of them as deeply inside me as she could. I gripped her back digging my nails in and biting her.shoulder in pure lust. She moaned in my ear as I rode her fingers. Her every thrust setting me alight and filling me up.

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The story of two women who find love during the Italian Renaissance under unique circumstances

A painter’s apprentice (chapter 1-6)
Chapter 1
Sixteen year old Lucrezia lay huddled for warmth. She was half delirious, soaked from the rain and chilled down to her core. But she preferred this to what was waiting for her back home.
Suddenly she felt two hands wrap gently around her shoulders. She knew without a doubt that they weren’t the rough hands of a man, but the soft hands of a woman. Even in her exhaustion their touch seemed to stir up some mysterious desire in her flesh. They were warm and soothing on her bare skin. Maybe she had just imagined them, but they made her feel safe, and she could conjure no strength do anything but put all of her trust in them. Suddenly she heard a silky voice whispering in her ear and opened her eyes to see a woman’s face.
“Hello. It’s going to be all right. I’m Mesalina.” Lucrezia had been running all night and was so exhausted she could only nod her head feebly. “You nearly died of the cold. I found you huddled behind the barn.” She was now dry and wrapped in a blanket. “You have nowhere to go?” She shook her head listlessly. Mesalina’s hands were still soothing Lucrezia’s trembling skin. Even in this state, the attention that this woman was giving her made her briefly aware of a fluttering in her stomach, and a brief tingling between her thighs. It only lasted for a split second. She hoped it would pass. It was like when she saw a pretty girl at the market. She couldn’t explain it, and it troubled her. “I think I might be able to help you.” Lucrezia let her head drop weakly into Mesalina’s lap. She had no choice but to trust her. She needed help. She surrendered. She didn’t care what happened anymore. Anything was better than what was waiting for her back home.
Since Lucrezia was little her father worked her to the bone as a milkmaid, and he sold the milk, butter and cheese at the market.
She went to mass every Sunday. She loved the incense, the choir, the windows, and the arched vaulting in the ceiling. She seldom listened to the priest and didn’t like the way he shouted. The cathedral stood in the center of the village of Vitellino, with a steeple for all to see and bells for all to hear. All of the other buildings were sagging, and dismal, but the cathedral was the people’s pride. Lucrezia felt honored to be in its presence.
What she loved most of all was a painting in the center of the altar. It was of a bloodied man nailed to two beams of wood being carried down a crowded road. She hadn’t listed to the priest enough to know with certainty, who the man was, but for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She felt immediately sorry for him and was transfixed by the paint strokes. They were as luminous as the stained glass. His bloody naked body was so vivid and life-like it was made beautiful. It seemed there was some innate feeling in her that was so stirred by the painting it made her insides ache. She couldn’t explain it. She would sit in her pew and dream of being an artist as great as whoever painted the altarpiece.
Her mother had died when she was a small child and her father, Jacopo Della Rizzi said it was because of the falling sickness; she perished of epileptic fits. There was no further need for explanation because she could still remember them; her mother collapsing and going rigid, her limbs trembling and her body writhing, and the incoherent mumbling afterwards.
Father Bellicci at first concluded that the fits were brought on by demons. After several unsuccessful attempts to cast them out, he moved onto other remedies.
“This,” said father Bellicci, giving Jocopo a ring “is made of iron and carries the blessing of St. valentine. It cures falling sickness.” Jacopo sought remedy after remedy until his wife finally went into a fit on the floor and writhed until her face turned blue and her body went cold and still for good.
From that day on they never went to mass again. Jacopo began to beat Lucrezia, and forced her to milk and tend the cows from sunup to sundown. He drank away their wages and left Lucrezia cold and hungry.
She thought of the painting at the altar. The man’s ribs were protruding and gnarled like dead branches and in them she saw her own hunger. His eyes were rolled back in pain and in the man’s eyes she saw her own suffering.
“Why don’t we go to mass again?” She asked Jacopo timidly. Jacopo’s eyes suddenly brimmed with hatred, but he kept his composure.
“You’re dumb aren’t you, little whelp? Do you even know what Father Bellicci preaches about every Sunday?” Lucrezia looked down, her face red, and shyly dug her toe into the dirt. She didn’t want to be called dumb and longed to prove her father wrong, but realized that she had no idea what father Bellicci preached about, since she never listened. “He preaches about giving to the poor! Why then, does he try to build the grandest cathedral in all of Tuscany while the peasants go hungry?” Lucrezia didn’t know. “He’s a god damn liar!”
“The choir boys, they have the voices of angels, no? Why do their voices never change? Their voices never get deeper as they age. Why?” Lucrezia didn’t know. “Because they’ve been castrated like steers.” He paused for a moment to relish the horror on Lucrezia’s face. “Father Bellicci preaches about chastity while he fucks the altar boys. What do you think he’d do to your cunt if he got the chance?” Lucrezia said nothing. She never asked about mass again.
Lucrezia was now sixteen and a half years old. She was thin from hunger, but her eyes were large and bright and her hair almost black. She still thought of the altarpiece and dreamed of the day she could meet the artist and praise him for his subtle brilliance.
She once traced the form of the dying man onto a scrap of wood using a piece of lead. She was concentrating on capturing the curves of his form and the expression on his face from memory when her father walked into the barn.
Jacopo was accompanied by his neighbor, Giovanni. Their lips were stained purple with wine.
“You never told me you were an artist, little whelp. Why, this could be a gift for the Medici! Fit for the popes ceiling!” he said with a smirk. With that, he snapped it in half over his knee then, threw the pieces into manure.
“You should send her to Florence to apprentice the great Michelangelo!” Giovanni slurred drunkenly.
Jacopo flung her into the stall of his tired old mare and threw a shovel at her knocking her backwards into the filth. “Make yourself of use! No more of this silly scribbling!”
Later that day as always, she met her father at the market to bring home the leftover milk that hadn’t been sold. The jug was just as heavy as always, and it took all the strength she could conjure just to keep her body upright. Her head slumped in effort, she glanced absent-mindedly at a pair of feet in polished leather boots that stopped in front of her.
“Hello Lucrezia.” She looked up and what she saw bewildered her. It was Marco santacelli; the richest man in vitellino, and he had addressed her by name. She dropped her head.
“H-hello.” She stammered meekly.
“Does your father have any cheese left to sell?”
“N-no. He sold it all” and he nodded
“Ah. That’s a shame. I’ll ask him tomorrow.” She didn’t respond. She stared dumbly as he walked away trying to make sense of the encounter. Why did he know her name? When she had recovered from the bewilderment her eyes happened to glimpse the waist length blonde hair of Mia Liberto. Her stomach fluttered. She barely knew Mia and these feelings perplexed and troubled her.
Still disoriented, her eyes fell upon Filippa Materazzi and her brother Sandro. She Froze. Hopefully they hadn’t seen her. Maybe if she walked away fast enough they wouldn’t notice. Their father Dante Materazzi was one of the richest men in the village and whenever they saw her, they taunted her mercilessly. Suddenly the milk jug was snatched from her shoulder and when Lucrezia reached for it she was knocked off of her feet onto her back, producing a startled yelp.
“Squeals like a rat!” remarked Sandro.
Filippa was older than Lucrezia. She looked about eighteen and was easily twice her size.
“Hello, little Lucrezia!” she beamed mockingly. “Coming from the market? Did you make enough money to eat today? I noticed you talking to Marco Santachelli. Do you really think He’d want a poor milkmaid?” Lectretia stared, not quite comprehending her question. “We have a dim little peasant girl here, haven’t we? rumor has it, little Lucrezia, that he’s looking for a wife. Don’t waste your breath, little peasant. He’ll take a rich girl.” She got timidly to her feet and raised the milk jug back to her shoulder.
“H-he wanted to buy cheese.” Filippa smirked, and Lucrezia prayed they would let her leave in peace but Filippa continued to follow her.
“Haven’t seen you at mass in a while, little Lucrezia. Why’s that?” When she didn’t answer she was deliberately tripped and her face landed in the mud and the milk sloshed all over her. They howled with mirth. “Just trying to keep you virtuous, little milkmaid!”
Lucrezia dreaded returning home with the empty milk jug, but what she saw froze her where she stood. Marco Santacelli was seated facing Jacopo, and from what she could tell they’d been discussing a serious matter. When their eyes fell on her she scurried out of the room.
“How old is she?” Marco asked
“Sixteen,”
“Has she bled yet?”
“yes.”
She listened in a cold panic. Suddenly Filippa’s words ran through her head; “He’ll take a rich girl,” and they gave her some comfort.
“Was her mother healthy? Was she fertile?”
“She was at first very fertile. She became pregnant within two weeks of marriage. She was very healthy too. She developed fits from the falling sickness, but that was all my doing. I swear she didn’t pass on any bad blood to Lucrezia. You see, I had hoped so much for a son. I had waited all those months. When I was handed a daughter it so angered me. I pushed her mother down the stairs. I hadn’t meant to knock her down a whole flight, but I didn’t know my own strength. She hit her temple and was out cold for the rest of the day. That’s when the fits started. It was caused by the fall. Before that she had been healthy.”
Lucrezia had never been told this and it turned her stomach. To her further horror, Marco gave a snort of amusement. “I always say women are to be used like chamber pots! Hidden away once a man has pissed in them!” They both erupted into roaring laughter.
“Whenever her mother she had a fit, she had a miscarriage. I took her to the priest because that lying old jackass said he could cure her falling sickness. I took her to mass every Sunday! Really all I wanted was a son.”
“Very well! Where is she?” They found her huddled on the floor where she’d sat listening.
“Lucrezia,” said Jacopo bending over. “Marco santacelli has asked for your hand in marriage.” She stared numbly.
“I don’t need a rich girl,” said Marco. “I’ve been watching you for a while at the market, and you’ve caught my eye. I’ve married and buried several well-connected girls. Two died in childbirth, and one died of a fever. I’ve made enough alliances for the time being. I have plenty of money and a rich man should have a pretty wife. I don’t need a large dowry. “
“From now on,” brayed Jacopo, “It will be nothing but silver, gold and pearls for you, little milkmaid! Feather beds! Crystal glasses! Ambergris! And a house fit to entertain the Medici!”
“Now Jacopo, if you don’t mind I’d like to get a look at her.” At those words, Jacopo left them alone together. Marco studied her appraisingly. She looked at him furtively. He was twice her age. His teeth were yellowed with a blackened crust in the gaps. An enormous hairy gut spilled over the top of his trousers, which he never bothered to cover with his shirt. She couldn’t help but feel repulsed. At last he spoke.
“You’re very pretty, Lucrezia.” He began to tug at her clothes, loosening her dress. She tried to pull away, but he held her still. He ignored her whimpers and continued to undress her.
“Your father says you’ve bled?” She nodded.
“You’re fertile?”
“I-I don’t know!” She whimpered.
“As soon as we’re wedded we’ll find out, I have no sons either.” Finally she stood trembling and naked, squirming under his gaze. Then he started to run his hands over her body.
“First, lets make sure you’re a virgin!” One hand clutched her young breast and the other went between her thighs and prodded where she was most tender. She felt a panic welling up.
He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to her knees. He held her by the hair. He unbuttoned his trousers. He pressed her face closer to him.
“Don’t worry. This doesn’t spoil your virginity, my little peasant. You’ll still have some worth.”
He smelled rotten. Her mind was reeling. Her limbs flailed outwards in shock. She had launched herself away from him and she bolted clumsily out of the room and down the hall. Jacopo simply gaped in astonishment but he was standing between her and the door. She seized a wine bottle and hurled it through the window, and launched herself through the shattering glass.
She looked down in a frenzy to discover she was still naked. She savagely tore a curtain from the window and ran. She ran past the market. Faces gaped in amazement, but she ran past them.
“What have we here? Little Lucrezia!” a familiar voice gloated.
“Stop her!” roared Jacopo.
She was suddenly thrown to the ground. She squirmed frantically and finally freed herself from the grasp of Filippa Materazzi. She wrestled the curtain from Filippa’s hands as she bellowed with pitiless amusement.
She ran past the cathedral and straight out of vitellino. Her legs began to ache, then they went numb. Every time she thought of stopping she heard shouting and saw a dim glimmer of torches. The clatter of hooves. Cold rain stung her body. She did not know how long she had been running but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She ran as fast as she could past sundown and all through the night, refusing to let her body collapse, while the icy rain chilled her blood and numbed her to the core.
She looked up to see a dark shape looming in front of her. She was stiff and weak. Her vision was clouding over. Her mind was foggy. Her hand met splintered wood. There was a triangular roof. A door. If she knocked might someone come for her? Might someone help her? If she just knocked…
There was hay. There came a soft neigh from inside. A horse? It was a barn… It shielded her from the razor-sharp wind, and the rain. She would rest here for a little while. Just for a little while…

Chapter 2
It was Mesalina Pompeo who found Lucrezia. Who brought her inside the barn and wrapped her in a blanket to rest.
Suddenly the blanket was pulled off of her and the cold prickled her skin.
“You found her behind the barn, Mesalina? Why doesn’t she have any clothes?”
“I don’t know. That’s how I found her.”
“I don’t want her. She’s skin and bones. She looks like she could barely lift a candlestick. Send her back outside.”
Lucrezia listened lethargically to the two speakers not quite comprehending that they were talking about her. She vaguely remembered Mesalina, and her soothing hands, and dimly recalled that Mesalina had promised to help her somehow… She hoped she would…
“It won’t be hard to fatten her up. What’s your name?” She was gently nudged, and realized that she’d been asked a question.
“Lucrezia.” She murmured softly.
“This is Severina Sacci,” she said indicating an older woman next to her. “She’s looking for a maid. Are you willing to work? She has an extra bed in the servant’s quarters.” She nodded. She would do anything to get out of this cold…
“I told you she’s too thin. I don’t want her,” said Severina. “Help me get her back outside. You can’t stay here, girl. I don’t give to charity. I won’t take in just any peasant child off the street.” Lucrezia’s mind was reeling as Severina began to drag her and was rapidly beginning to comprehend what was happening. She didn’t want to go back outside. She managed to muster the last of her strength and resist Severina with new-found urgency. She would do anything…
“I’ll work for free!” she heard herself cry. Severina released her limp body and she fell like deadweight to the ground. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Anything? Well…” said Severina begrudgingly. “Lets get her inside and let Lorenzo look her over and decide.”
“No harm in that.”
They wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and each took an arm, when she was brought inside she fell onto a polished wooded floor. Severina wrenched the blanket out of her grasp, and she looked her over. Lucrezia looked down, unable to meet their gaze.
“She’s skin and bones. She looks like a corpse.”
“She’ll be easy to fatten up. She looks like she knows a hard days work.”
“Well Mesalina, you’d better wash her before showing her to Lorenzo. She’s filthy.” She stared numbly. Mesalina was going to wash her? She realized fretfully that she was in fact too weak to wash herself. She appreciated Mesalina’s efforts to defend her, but at the same time she was on the verge of tears. She felt almost as vulnerable as Marco had made her feel. It had something to do with the way Severina was talking about her like she wasn’t there. Like everyone else that day, they made her feel like her body wasn’t hers. She didn’t ask for any of this; to be grabbed, prodded, appraised, and handled. Now her body was stripped bare and was going to be washed by a stranger’s hands? She didn’t ask for this.
She uneasily allowed herself to be led to the tub. To her rapid astonishment the water wasn’t cold like every other bath she’d taken. Mesalina had heated the water for her… Why? She tried to wrap her head around the kindness in that gesture, but it was too much. Why did Mesalina think she deserved this?
“How old are you, Lucrezia?”
“Sixteen,” she mumbled softly.
“Can you tell me where you’re from?” She shook her head.
Mesalina was older than her and looked to be about twenty, but she couldn’t help but notice how pretty Mesalina was. Her blue eyes were bright and youthful, and her jet-black hair reached fully down her back. She was helped into the tub and remembered with sudden apprehension that Mesalina was touching her bare skin. She hoped her body wouldn’t react to her touch like before. She hoped she could hide it. Mesalina ran a soapy hand across her back. Electric waves of sensation shot through her. She heard herself gasp. Was Severina going to watch? Why did her body betray her like this? What was it about Mesalina’s touch?
“I’ll come later to check. If she’s going to stay in my house she’d better be spotless, Mesalina.” Seeing Severina leave relaxed her slightly. Mesalina rubbed the soap against Lucrezia’s scalp and began to wash her hair.
“This is the house of Lorenzo and Severina Sacci. That was their barn you were in. I’m their cook…” She was only dimly aware of Mesalina speaking. All she could think about was Mesalina’s hands running along her body. They were tender. Never had anyone paid her such special attention. She had never been worth the time to anyone. Never had anyone touched her like this. Lucrezia realized with sudden embarrassment that she had been doing very little to hide her reactions. Her body trembled and was moving with the strokes of Mesalina’s hands. Mesalina moved a soapy cloth over Lucrezia’s body while the other hand scrubbed. As Mesalina’s hands moved across her belly she felt it flutter. She felt Mesalina’s touch with every nerve in her body. To her further embarrassment, her touching seemed to excite the flesh between her thighs. She fought against the pulsating tingling. She felt ashamed. What would Mesalina think if she knew? With a great effort she willed her body to stay still. Mesalina washed her back, her arms, her belly, her feet, and her legs, while Lucrezia resisted squirming.
“You’re almost clean. Just one more thing.” She was nudged and encouraged to stand. The soapy cloth traveled along her body. It moved below her naval and circled up and down. Very gently. Slowly the cloth traveled downwards. The place between her thighs, tingled and throbbed. She was overwhelmed. She wanted to sit back down but Mesalina gently held her in place. Finally the cloth touched her between the legs. Mesalina applied a gentle pressure and moved the cloth slowly back and forth. Lucrezia heard herself gasp and yelp. Mesalina rinsed and re-soaped the cloth and continued to wash her. She washed on either side of her lips. She washed the insides of her thighs, but she kept returning pressure to the place between her thighs where she felt a warm tingling. Lucrezia suddenly came to realize that her hips seemed to be responding to the cloth. They returned the pressure and moved against the gentle friction. She couldn’t seem to will them to stop.
“All clean.” Mesalina wrapped her back in her blanket, while Lucrezia struggled to recover. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. When Lucrezia had collected herself she was mortified. She prayed that Mesalina hadn’t noticed. All Mesalina had done was wash her because she couldn’t wash herself. It seemed innocent enough. She just wanted to help. Yet it made her want to be touched in all the wrong places. She avoided Mesalina’s eyes. What would she think? She’d be disgusted with her if she knew. How disastrous that would be… If she disgusted Mesalina. As she thought of Mesalina’s bright brilliant eyes, and her kindness, she realized with great perplexity how much she wanted Mesalina to like her… To approve of her… She just wanted to please her. Lucrezia looked up shyly and saw no judgment in her eyes. Her hands and her face were reassuring. But to her slight apprehension something in her smile seemed knowing.
“Well at least you scrubbed the manure off.” Said Severina approvingly as she approached. “What did you say was your given name, little servant?” She asked with smug distain.
“Lucrezia.” Severina wrinkled her nose snidely.
“Just Lucrezia?” She nodded meekly. “Rootless little loafer, this one.”
Like most peasants, Lucrezia’s lineage didn’t have the honor of being traced by a distinguished family name. On rare occasions her father called himself Jacopo Della Rizzi, indicating his home village of Rizzi, but only when he felt it necessary. Lucrezia had never needed to distinguish herself as anything but simply Lucrezia.
“The Sacci were nobles as far as they can be traced. My name is Severina Adami Sacci. Adami is one of the oldest names in my home city of molti stalloni. This little gutter-bitch doesn’t even have surname!”
She caught herself wondering what she would choose as a surname if the need arose, when a haughty Severina brayed, “It’s up to my husband if you can stay. I’ve told him you were here and he wants to see you now.”
They supported her as she walked and led her to a man sprawled out in an embroidered armchair. There were several empty wine bottles scattered around the floor. He smelled like liquor and sweat. His face glistened with snot. His swollen eyes were closed, and he breathed in a rumbling snore. His shirt was open around his barrel shaped chest. She suppressed an appalled gasp to discover that his trousers were unbuttoned and he lay carelessly exposed. She couldn’t quite hold back her disgust. To her he seemed entirely comatose. Suddenly he opened his mouth and a curt voice startled her.
“Bring her closer,” he barked. She stepped anxiously nearer.
“Lucrezia, this is Lorenzo Sacci,” said Mesalina. “He’s a painter.”
“One of the greatest painters in Tuscany!” said Severina straightening herself with dignified pride.
Mesalina snorted sardonically and remarked under her breath, “He’s no Botticelli, but he’s good enough for vitellino’s cathedral.”
Lorenzo seemed not to notice either of them but Mesalina’s remark had hit her like lead. She felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. She struggled to wrap her head around this new revelation:
This was the man who painted the altarpiece. Lorenzo Sacci. Was her childhood hero.
She now looked avidly into his bloodshot half closed eyes. His mouth opened. He was about to speak. She listened earnestly. She thought excitedly of the altarpiece and keenly searched his snot-covered face for a trace of its genius. Instead purple vomit bubbled down his chin and he began to snore again.
“I don’t want her.” He said at last. “This one’s too scrawny. “She looks like a prostitute’s whelp. And obviously the litter’s runt. She’s not good enough to be my servant.”
Not good enough? Had she heard him right? Lorenzo’s words fell on her like a hammer and felt like a lead weight on her insides. Of course she’d been called worse things. But coming from the man she’d worshipped for so long… This unknown artist had felt like her only friend for her entire childhood. She felt her lip tremble and her eyes beginning to burn with tears.
“What?” remarked Lorenzo, “It weeps! Fancy that!”
“She says she’ll work for free.” Said Mesalina. “Do you think it’s wise to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lorenzo? Let’s just give her a chance. You can send her on her way if she doesn’t please you.”
“Alright,” he slurred carelessly. “I’ll see how I like her after a few days.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Little gutter-whore’s bastard,” he murmured groggily to himself, and continued to snore.
“Come on, little one. I’ll take you to the servants quarters.” Mesalina wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently led her. She obediently followed, oblivious to her surroundings, her breath quickening, her lip quivering, and her eye’s watering.
Once the door had been shut behind her she abandoned all attempts to suppress her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her. She collapsed and Mesalina caught her in her arms. Rather than lead her to her own bed, Mesalina squeezed Lucrezia in her embrace and laid her down beside her. Lucrezia surrendered her trust. She didn’t care. She pressed her body into Mesalina’s as tightly as she could, finding reassurance in its warmth. She wanted to be sheltered by it. She wanted to be comforted by it. She wanted to disappear into Mesalina for the night, and not have to worry about Lucrezia. She nestled into the warmth. She pressed her face into Mesalina and sobbed into her chest while she held her and comfortingly stroked hair. Spasms of Sorrow possessed her body.
She wept for the end of her childhood, the loss of her hero, the loss of her cathedral… The loss of her mother… The loss of everything she had known.

Chapter 3
“I think this should fit you. It’s one of Severina’s old dresses from when she was young,” said Mesalina, slipping it over her body. “I convinced Severina to let you rest today, but you’ll need to help with dinner.” Said Mesalina pulling Lucrezia to her feet. Her whole body ached. She walked as carefully as she could to the kitchen.
“At least she looks some what presentable now.” Said Severina still wrinkling her nose in self-righteous disgust. “I will not have anyone looking like a runaway dog in my house.”
“Who’s this?” Asked Lorenzo, squinting at her.
“Don’t you remember? This is Lucrezia, the servant girl we took in last night. Says she’ll work for free.” He acknowledged her with an apathetic snort.
Severina turned to her. “I want you to sweep and scrub the floors. Then I want you to set out the silverware and porcelain. Do you understand?”
She scurried meekly into the kitchen and then paused to marvel at the feast Mesalina had prepared. Sirloin braised in oranges. Vermicelli with tomato sauce. Mozzarella with fruit. Her mouth watered. When was the last time she ate? She couldn’t remember. The smell had an indescribable richness to it. It even looked beautiful.
“Don’t even think about it, little peasant.” Said Lorenzo who had sat watching her hunger with evident amusement.
She lowered her head and finished her task. “Almost ready.” Remarked Mesalina. It was a relief to hear her voice. “It’s time to set out the porcelain.”
She watched Mesalina’s hands artfully rearrange the fruit. They were so elegant. They couldn’t have been more perfect if Lorenzo had painted them. She found her eyes wandering up Mesalina’s arms, and wondered why the graceful fullness of her breasts made her heart pound so fervently…
“Like what you see, Lucrezia?” She was snapped back to reality and realized she’d been moving her eyes up and down Mesalina’s body, drinking in every detail. For how long, she didn’t know. Her mouth was still gaping. She looked guiltily at her feet, her cheeks smoldering with embarrassment. What must Mesalina think of her now? She was so ashamed of herself.
She fled from the kitchen and awkwardly awaited instruction from Severina. “Go get the fruit and the pasta. Then you will sit next to Mesalina. Listen, and be ready to retrieve the next course when I ask for it.”
She obeyed and after she returned with the two platters she seated herself timidly next to Mesalina continued to stare at her feet.
Suddenly Meslina’s hand touched her thigh under the table sending a paralyzing tremor up her spine. Very slowly the hand slid into her lap and began to gently knead between her thighs. Why was Mesalina doing this? Why at the table? Why now? She squirmed and shifted, and to her temporary relief the hand withdrew. Then it slid down and lifted the hem of her skirt. Mesalina was slowly stroking upwards on her bare legs. Her fingertips fluttered delicately over her skin. Up. Down. Back and forth. In circles. They slowly made their way to her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs together, but the hand always managed to lodge itself between them and continue it’s stroking. She bit her lip. She clenched her body. She suppressed a gasp as the hand found its intended destination. Mesalina messaged her in circular strokes. Her hand gradually increased its pressure and tempo. She stifled moans and gasps. Why was Mesalina doing this to her?
Finally a soft agonized cry escaped her. All eyes turned to her in mild astonishment. She realized that she’d been frantically shifting her body, and her breathing was shallow and rapid.
Mesalina was so calm, so composed. She sat pleasantly and listened politely to the Sacci dinner conversation. She laughed good-naturedly at their banter, occasionally offering cordial chatter of agreement, all while secretly torturing Lucrezia.
Severina turned to her. “Will you sit still?” demanded Severina. “A good servant makes herself unseen.”
Mesalina’s pressure became increasingly firm against her vulnerable flesh.
She couldn’t leave. Severina had instructed her to stay. She couldn’t let herself react to the Mesalina’s hand in front of the Saccis. What would happen if they knew? She had no choice but to silently submit to Mesalina, and endure her torment. Mesalina’s hand seemed to be stirring something unknown. One finger was rapidly circling her outer region while another finger navigated its way around her maidenhood, taking care not to rupture it and managed to fit inside of her. It began to gently thrust in and out. Something was building. Something needed release. She didn’t know what was happening. She was right on the edge. Every time she felt herself nearing release the hand would slow down or stop. She kept repeating this. She was being toyed with. Did she have to tease her?
“Why’s she so restless? Will you make her sit still, Mesalina? It’s getting to be quite a nuisance… Anyway, He’s commissioning a painting for his wife-…”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into her,” replied Mesalina.
“…Into her…” her mind echoed. She was profoundly uncomfortable with the way that Mesalina emphasized those words.
Something was building again. She was about to burst. She prayed for relief. She barely stifled another moan, but couldn’t keep from squirming and shifting, earning her another stern stare from Severina. It was getting harder and harder to sit still. It was agony. Just when the moment was coming Mesalina’s hand withdrew. She wanted to scream with frustration. Why didn’t Mesalina just let it finish? …What ever it was… It wasn’t fair.
“It’s time for the second course, Lucrezia,” commanded Severina. She rose on shaking legs, and returned with orange braised sirloin.

Chapter 4
Lucrezia had scrubbed every inch of the floor. She’d washed all of the porcelain and polished all of the silver, she was fed mozzarella, pasta, and oranges, and now she lay languidly in her bed. Mesalina seemed to have vanished after dinner, and Lucrezia couldn’t find her anywhere.
She couldn’t explain her emotions. She felt betrayed. Why had Mesalina put her through that? And in front of Lorenzo and Severina? Why had she toyed with her feelings like that? What was she to Mesalina? A pet she’d acquired just to amuse herself?
At last she heard the door open and Mesalina quietly stepped in.
“Lucrezia?” She didn’t respond, and even when Mesalina wrapped her arms around Lucrezia she didn’t acknowledge her. “Lucrezia, please don’t be angry with me.” She rubbed Lucrezia’s back gently, who lay unreceptive to her touch. “Lucrezia, I’m sorry. When I saw the way you looked at me… I just… I just- couldn’t keep my hands away from you-… I- I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t help it… ” Suddenly there came an impatient knock on the door.
“Where’s my servant?” Severina demanded brusquely.
“You’re… You’re wanted in Severina’s bedchamber.”
“Where did you go after dinner?” Lucrezia asked.
“I had to help Lorenzo with…something,” Mesalina replied suddenly lowering her voice. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”
She arrived in the bedchamber and marveled at its lavish opulence. The bed was draped in silk. There were superbly carved mahogany chests. Exquisite tapestries and Velvet curtains draped the walls. Severina sat surrounded by immaculate shimmering bottles of perfume in endless sizes and shapes.
“Come here and help me get undressed.” She approached obediently and first removed the veil from Severina’s hair. Then she unlaced her Camacia shirt. Underneath it was a perplexing garment she’d never seen before. She didn’t know what to make of it.
“It’s called a corset. It’s all the rage in England. The very height of fashion.” It seemed to be squeezing the breath out of her. Did Severina enjoy wearing this? She couldn’t have… Suddenly something caught Lucrezia’s eye. Severina raised a hand mirror and admired herself. Lucrezia was transfixed. She’d never seen one in person. She’d seen her reflection in the well water, but never in a mirror. She leaned to Severina’s left side and caught a glimpse of herself, with brief fascination.
Suddenly she heard something shatter. She looked down in terror to see that that she’d accidentally knocked a perfume bottle to the floor. The glass lay scattered in jagged shards. The smell of rose petals was nauseating. Before she could react a stunning slap struck her across the face. Then another.
“THAT WAS AMBERGRIS!” She launched another blow at Lucrezia’s face for good measure. “You-you foul little girl! You rotten little urchin! YOU STINKING LITTLE BEAST!” She tried to run from Severina’s bedchamber to escape more blows, but Severina caught her by the collar of her dress, strangling her and flinging her backwards. “LORENZO!”
A bewildered Lorenzo arrived in the doorway, sleep and liquor still lingering in his eyes. Severina stood tremulous with hysterical rage and seemed unable to express herself. At last she sputtered, “This… little… SWINE has SPILLED THE PERFUME YOU GAVE ME! GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT! SEE TO IT THAT SHE NEVER COMES BACK HERE!” Lucrezia shrank back into the wall, and cowered at Lorenzo’s approach expecting more blows.
Instead Lorenzo shrugged indifferently. He took her by the upper arm led her out with authority. “Come with me, little servant. You’ve angered my wife. No way I’m sticking my neck out for you. You’re not worth her wrath to me.” He was unbolting the front door. His hand was on her back urging her out.
“Make sure Severina never sees you here again.”
Where would she go? How would she eat? Surely she would starve. Would she return to Jacopo and Marco? What would they do to her? She shuddered at the thought.
“Wait,” she pleaded “please…” She searched her wits desperately for something to do. Something to say… He pushed her harder.
“Please!” she blurted. “If such a glorious altarpiece came out of your heart, surely you can find pity in it!” His hand withdrew.
“You- you know my work?”
“Y-yes! I’m from Vitellino! I looked at your altarpiece throughout every mass when I was a child and dreamed of being an artist as great as you! I-it was the one of the dying man nailed to a beam of wood!”
“…You mean Christ…?” he asked, slightly taken aback.
“Yes! Christ!” the name sounded familiar. “It’s so… pretty. The colors are so…” She was still racking her brain in a frenzy for the right words. She’d never had to describe her love of the painting before, and now she wasn’t sure she could. Oddly she suddenly remembered something her father had said to her. “I-it could be a gift for the Medici! Fit for the pope’s ceiling!”
She stood trembling and prayed Lorenzo wouldn’t press her for details, and realize she had no idea what was on the pope’s ceiling. As much as she loved it, she didn’t know enough about painting to provide much elaboration on the subject. To her immediate relief her words seemed to pacify him.
Something in his face seemed almost wistful and distant.
“You know, when I began my apprenticeship I saw myself in Rome… Florence… Naples… I even had ambitions of working for the pope alongside the great masters… But it’s like Mesalina said… I’m no Botticelli but I’m good enough for Vitellino’s cathedral.”
Still in a panic that Lorenzo would force her out the door she blurted out, “Mesalina doesn’t understand your greatness! She wouldn’t know great art if it offered her wine!” She cringed, half expecting her outburst to earn her another slap.
Lorenzo abruptly re-bolted the door. He seemed to have come back to himself, and appeared self-conscious that he had been so honest with her.
“Tell Severina-“ he stammered, suddenly awkward and reserved. “Tell Severina I said you could stay.” He said quickly, walling himself off.

Chapter 5

When she returned to the servant’s quarters she simply collapsed. Her body was so tense from the sheer stress that it had altogether exhausted her. She let Mesalina climb into her bed and warily put an arm around her.
“Lucrezia, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have-“ she tightened her embrace. “Please don’t be angry.” She remembered her anger at Mesalina, but now she couldn’t even conjure the will to care. She was physically and emotionally drained. Now she was merely grateful to be held and reassured. She nestled into Mesalina’s arms. “I heard shouting. What happened?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to think about it, and was too tired to explain it. All she wanted was to lie there.
Mesalina held Lucrezia until she was sure she felt safe. She looked down at the girl’s face and noticed an angry beet-red welt in the shape of a handprint where Severina had slapped her. “Who did that, Lucrezia? Was it Severina?” She didn’t answer. “I’m sorry, sweet Lucrezia. We don’t have to talk about it.” She kissed the welt as lovingly as she could, soothing the irritated skin. She whispered to her and stroked her hair. She heard Lucrezia heave a quiet sigh. Her muscles went soft, and her eyelids began to droop.
Lucrezia had been asleep for several hours and awoke to Mesalina wrapping her arms around her. Mesalina lay still for a while with Lucrezia in her arms, wanting to make her feel secure. Mesalina began to tenderly stroke her body. Her hands were comforting. Lucrezia accepted it.
Her stroking began to grow more passionate “You think I didn’t notice how you squirmed when I washed you? You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? You thought you could hide it from me? It nearly drove me to insanity. I couldn’t help it.”
As she had done while washing Lucrezia, Mesalina stroked the front of her torso, moving downward gradually. To her satisfaction Lucrezia was responding to her caress. Moving with her hand. When her hands made contact with her young breasts or stroked below her naval she gave a sharp intake of breath but the girls eyes remained dreamily closed. Very gently she grazed Lucrezia’s lips with hers. Lucrezia gave a startled reflexive tremor but Lucrezia’s lips welcomed hers.
With no further pretense Mesalina’s hand firmly cupped Lucrezia and held her between the thighs. She tried to pull away in shock, but discovered that Mesalina had positioned her body against her back so that she was pinned between Mesalina and her hand.
“It’s ok, little one. Just relax. Just let it happen,” she whispered soothingly, her breath warm against her ear. Her hand remained pressed against her, steady and firm, while the other hand began to loosen her dress. “Let it happen. I promise I won’t hurt you, sweet Lucrezia. Just let it happen.” In sudden confusion, Lucrezia began to struggle. Mesalina pressed harder in order to pin Lucrezia more securely, and held her down with the other arm. She held her and stroked her lovingly until she went still. “Let it happen.” She understood that Mesalina wasn’t going harm her but she also wasn’t going to yield. She had to give in. When Mesalina released her she allowed her to peel the dress from her body, remaining submissively motionless. She obediently allowed Mesalina’s hand to return between her legs.
Mesalina lay down and resumed pressing her body against Lucrezia. When she continued her pressure with her hand she heard a whimper. She could tell Lucrezia was frightened. Lucrezia wasn’t asking for any of this, she was only meekly submitting to Mesalina. As guilty as it made her feel she couldn’t help but take a moment to enjoy the feeling of having Lucrezia vulnerable and under her control. She ceased stimulating her exposed slit with her flattened palm and massaged her more directly with her fingertips in firm unyielding circles. She allowed herself a moment to delight in how the naked defenseless little body felt as it pressed ever harder against her in its search for an escape route.
Mesalina ended her brief indulgence then resumed her efforts to make Lucrezia feel secure. “Good girl.” she whispered. She withdrew her hand and held the tense little body snugly and stroked Lucrezia. “You’re doing perfect, sweet little Lucrezia. Just relax for me.” As Mesalina stroked her hair and her back she gradually sunk into her embrace and eventually she lay quiet and still. “Good girl. I’ll go slowly for you now. You’re doing perfectly. Now I want you to lay still and let it happen. Just keep relaxing. I won’t go too fast. I promise I’ll make you feel good. That’s all I want for you.” And Lucrezia didn’t stir. She remained obediently motionless and calm, and Mesalina could feel that it wasn’t a gesture of submission but one of trust. “Good girl.”
She held her comfortingly for a little while longer, then began to caress her, slowly working her way downward until she found the flesh between her thighs. She stroked very softly remaining alert and receptive to Lucrezia’s responses. She kneaded and massaged her outer region. Her fingers began to probe and explore her, trying to find her where she was most responsive. Her fingers came to a delicate bulge at the front of her slit, and to Mesalina’s delight it was swollen with arousal. Mesalina began to message her where she was most sensitive, and her body jolted to life.
Lucrezia was confused. What happened? She was caught off guard by the sudden rush of sensation. Mesalina paused to rub her back and eased Lucrezia back down on the bed beside her. Mesalina resumed stroking and kneading her swelling bulge, which to her satisfaction was growing wet.
A warm tingling, and a series of throbs emanated from it. Her voice began to let out brief moans and sudden cries in rhythm with each throb. After several minutes of attentive rubbing and kneading her hips were rocking tumultuously.
“Does that feel good, Lucrezia?” She could only answer in repeated yelps in cadence with each pulsation that shook her.
“Do you like that? Good girl… Good girl… Such a good girl,” she whispered
Mesalina delighted in every second of Lucrezia’s elations… All she could do was continue her strokes and gaze at innocent little Lucrezia panting, and moaning, and frantically grinding against her hand. Lucrezia probably still didn’t know what was happening, thought Mesalina. She was just possessed by these sensations and lost herself in them.
Mesalina stimulated Lucrezia’s delicate bud with fervor, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to venture inside of her but in her passion she would surely break her barrier. Once she inserted one finger she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. Did she have the heart to rob her of her purity? But there was something so intoxicating about this timid lost little youth who surrendered this much trust into her hands. Since she’d arrived she’d remained unquestioningly under her protection. Her trust was entirely innocent. She wanted to take her for herself. If Mesalina did this she would bond Lucrezia to her forever, whether she knew it or not. She could make this helpless runaway hers.
She felt her way to Lucrezia’s partly sealed opening and began to press. Her fingers were met with resistance and she stopped. To her frustration, Mesalina found she didn’t have the heart to proceed. She returned to Lucrezia’s fragile bud, and stimulated it with vigor. Lucrezia’s hips began to buck furiously against Mesalina’s hand. Her moans quickened and she was grinding harder and faster. Lucrezia was right on the verge. Her moans were hoarse and rapid, and she was gasping for air. Before Lucrezia could reach her peak. Mesalina withdrew her hand, and was rewarded by the sight of sweet Lucrezia’s hips lewdly grinding against the air. She continued this routine several more times. She’d work Lucrezia into a squirming frenzy, and then let her down.
Mesalina felt guilty. After dinner she’d promised herself that she wouldn’t tease Lucrezia, but it gave her so much satisfaction she couldn’t resist. She wanted to draw it out as long as possible.
“Mesalina!” Lucrezia finally cried out breathlessly “P-Please!”
“Please what?
“Please!!”
At first Lucrezia fought against her hand but now Mesalina had her begging for it. She relished seeing Lucrezia in such feverish desperation to be touched.
“Please!” The poor girl was so overwhelmed with the sudden turbulence of unknown sensations and desires Mesalina was unsure how much more she could take.
“Mesalina!” She was in such a whirling chaos that Mesalina was compelled to give her release. Mesalina backed off of Lucrezia, producing a cry of exasperation. She instead bent down and put her mouth over her quivering slit.
Lucrezia gave a yelp of astonishment, which quickly became a gratified moan. Mesalina sucked Lucrezia’s bulge against her tongue and maintained the pressure that she begged for. She was dripping wet and swollen. When Mesalina began to move her tongue back in forth it didn’t take long.
Within seconds she gave a loud hoarse cry, and her whole body began to pulsate. When Mesalina licked her half sealed opening it gripped her tongue in rhythmic contractions that overtook Lucrezia’s body. She kept her tongue in place and savored the way the powerful throbs felt in her mouth. Her breath was heaving, and her yelps were frantic and raw. She sat up and watched Lucrezia writhe in cadence with each throb, which Mesalina now felt with her fingers. Slowly the contractions grew slower and gentler and Lucrezia was delivered from her ecstatic trance and into Mesalina’s arms. Her body was limp and her muscles useless. She was so overwhelmed that all she could do was lie there and focus on catching her breath.
“Sweet girl… You did perfectly, my Lucrezia.”
“…What- just… happened?” she panted. Her naiveté was charming.
“Sometimes…” said Mesalina, smiling and pondering on how to phrase her answer. “Sometimes that’s what our bodies do when we’re shown love.”
“Love?”
“I just know how to make girls feel good.”
She drew a blanket over Lucrezia. “Something I learned in Sunday mass.”
“…Mass?”

Chapter 6
Lucrezia awoke to several abrupt prods to her back.
“…Mesalina?” she murmured in groggy confusion. She opened her eyes foggily and recoiled to find that Mesalina was nowhere in sight; she was being prodded awake by Severina.
“Get up!” She snapped out of her daze, sat bolt upright, and jumped to her feet. When Severina reached for her she shrank away, fearing a blow to the face but Severina seized her by the arm. “Come with me.” She followed and wondered apprehensively what was in store for her.
Severina seemed anxious too. Her eyes darted wildly and she rung her hands fretfully. Lucrezia yelped when Severina’s hand clenched tighter, her jeweled rings cutting into her skin. Severina didn’t respond. To her slight astonishment it seemed that Severina wasn’t just ignoring her, she genuinely wasn’t aware of her. She was somewhere else entirely. Lucrezia briefly forgot her own anxiety and watched with reserved curiosity.
“Why did Lorenzo let you stay!?” she blurted out abruptly, her voice quivering “Did you let him fuck you?”
“…No-!”
“No! You needn’t to tell me!” she cut her off. “I know what you did, but it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter… Painters are passionate men! Of course he needs his whores to fuck!”
“…But I didn’t… He never-“
“But you’re just another fuck to him! I’m his wife!” Severina nodded vigorously in agreement with herself, not seeming to hear Lucrezia at all. “Does he give you pearls, gold, silver, and ambergris? Why, I have enough jewels that if I wore them out I’d break every sumptuary law!” Lucrezia didn’t respond, realizing that she was witness to a conversation in which she wasn’t part of. Severina continued to nod in agreement with herself. Lucrezia merely listened with detached curiosity until they arrived in a dusty room where Lorenzo stood.
There were paintbrushes, panels of wood, jars of brightly colored powder, mysterious objects and foreign substances.
Was this where Lorenzo worked? Is this where the altarpiece was made? Lucrezia resisted the urge to tear herself from Severina’s grasp and worship every inch of the room. Lorenzo had hurt her with his aloofness but his art never could. His work could never do her wrong.
“Hold her head.” Commanded Lorenzo. Severina’s hands gripped either side of her face, but she continued to twist, hungrily exploring every sight she could lay her eyes on. She was scarcely aware of Severina’s rings digging into her cheeks, until she was startled by a metallic snip right behind her ear. She twisted around and what she saw puzzled her. Lorenzo was holding a pair of shears and a lock of her hair lay at his feet.
This sight stunned her back to the present. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but certainly not this… There was another long snip of the shears and more weight fell from her scalp. What was happening? She began to writhe against Severina in bafflement, which earned her more of Severina’s sharp rings cutting into her face. She heard the door open and close.
“It’s all right, Lucrezia,” purred a familiar silky voice behind her. Mesalina? Was she here? Lucrezia could hear her but she couldn’t see her.
“Hold still! Do you want to lose an ear?” barked Lorenzo. She held still, but she couldn’t help but whimper. Why would they do this to her? What would people think of a woman with no hair? Mesalina approached and stood in front of her, watching. Her gaze was reassuring, but betrayed no hints. Finally she was released and her hand darted to her scalp to find it nearly naked.
“Lucrezia,”
Her hair was on the floor. She couldn’t quite get used to the sensation. A part of her could still feel the hair on her head like a phantom limb, but her hands found nothing.
“Lucrezia,”
Her head felt shockingly light.
“Lucrezia, Listen to me!” snapped Lorenzo, commanding her attention. “I’ve been looking for a boy to sweep my floors and grind pigments. I can’t take on another apprentice. They’re too much trouble! You make for a pretty sorry house servant, and maybe you’re more suited to this! But alas, I can’t let my apprentices and my patrons see a female working in my studio! What would they think?” To her amazement he produced a button-down shirt and a pair of trousers. Surely they weren’t meant for her… “Your new name is Lucca Gavarazzi. Any questions, Lucca?” Of all the things that could have happened to her, she never expected to become a boy…”Good!”
“But Lorenzo…” stammered Severina gently. “She was probably on the run because she brought dishonor on her house and will bring dishonor to us… Same story with any of these stray girls, really… Probably came straight from the brothel or she’s a little streetwalker… She’s dirty… She doesn’t even have a proper name… I don’t know why I even let her in my house in the first place…” She rubbed his shoulder warily, but with devoted love. He abruptly wrenched his shoulder out of her hand without a second glance.
“It’s like I say about the church! I wouldn’t trust her virtue over that of a badger, but I can’t help it if the little whore has good taste!” Obviously since the previous night, Lorenzo had assumed his familiar bravado of vulgarity.
“But Lorenzo…”
“There will be no shortage of people in my house who know good art when they see it!”
Severina turned away and Lucrezia saw real hurt in her eyes. She surprised herself to find a twinge of pity in her chest. It was short-lived when pain turned to smoldering hatred.
Lorenzo reached for Lucrezia and before she could react her dress fell to her ankles and she stood naked. Lorenzo circled and studied her critically. He reached for her breast and she automatically hugged herself in defense.
“Don’t squirm, little imp!” Lorenzo snapped, feeling her roughly. “She’s skinny enough.” He said thoughtfully. “These will have to be bound,” he said indicating her chest, and he handed several long strips of fabric to Severina. Severina was going to bind her chest? She recoiled at the thought. Why did it have to be Severina?
A strip was looped around her chest, and was jerked back so forcefully that the wind was knocked out of her. Severina tightened the strip into a knot and wrapped a second loop around her. The strip was tightened so swiftly that she felt a crack in her neck as Severina pulled it back. Couldn’t it have been anyone but Severina? No one else would be this rough. She felt Severina pause and could tell how much satisfaction this gave her. She was bound so tightly that she felt like her ribs were about to crack. Her chest was going to implode. This must be how her corset felt…
“Here, Severina. Let me finish.” Lucrezia watched Mesalina take hold of the linen and prayed in earnest that Severina would relinquish it. At last she obliged.
Mesalina’s hands nimbly navigated the tangle of knots left behind by Severina, and her lungs gratefully drew in one fulfilling breath of air. She felt as though a mound of stones had been removed from her chest.
Mesalina’s fingers began to tenderly wipe the sides of her face and when she withdrew them she realized that Severina’s rings had drawn blood. She continued to gently rub away the blood, taking care not to agitate the broken skin, and soothing the inflammation. She looped the linen over Lucrezia’s breasts and her eyes reassured her that she would wrap her with care. She didn’t want anyone but Mesalina touching her anyways. The binding hugged her skin, but without crushing her. Mesalina continued to loop the cloth strip until her chest lay flat. She allowed Mesalina to adjust the linen with a familiarity would make the clergymen squirm. Lorenzo didn’t care and Severina hated her anyways. Mesalina was the first person that’d touched and hadn’t made her feel like a heifer and auction.
Lorenzo strode smugly into the room. Evidently pleased with himself, he clapped his hands together and laughed.
“Well! Lucrezia does look the part doesn’t she? I’d say little Lucca makes a pretty convincing boy! Fit to inherit his father’s horses!”
He turned and addressed her directly. “Why, I’d wager you’re enough of a boy, you could persuade the bishop to fuck you, couldn’t you, little Lucca?”
To that, she couldn’t quite put together a response.
“Just you wait! Maybe he’d inherit his land too! Fancy that!”
Severina snorted. “I’ll sooner be eaten by earthworms than see the day when a man’s property can be claimed by a daughter. I doubt she even has a father, much less one that will even claim her as his.” She gazed at him with unyielding tenderness. “Do you really think this makes her better off, Lorenzo?” she asked gently. “She can’t disguise herself forever, and what’s she supposed to do then? Join the guild and paint for the Medici? Take on apprentices of her own? At least I had the mercy to show her where her place is, but it’s time we were rid of her.” Lorenzo silenced her with a dismissive wave of his hand and continued to admire his creation.
“Lucca Gavarazzi… Lucca was the name of my father’s dog when I was a boy. Gavarazzi is the surname of the man who killed Lucca with a hayfork for stealing his chickens. My father avenged Lucca by bashing his teeth in! Lucca Gavarazzi… Lucca Gavarazzi… It has a nice ring to it don’t you think, Lucca?” Some things uttered by Lorenzo were so baffling she thought it was best not to try wrapping her mind around them. She decided she wouldn’t question it.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Very nice.” She half hoped that it was the wine speaking. She wondered if even god knew the mechanisms of Lorenzo’s mind, much less how they clinked together to conceive a masterpiece.
A young man she’d never seen before had accompanied Lorenzo. He stood unassumingly at his side. There was a quiet stillness to his character that had caused her not to notice him at first. She now focused her attention to him and studied him furtively. His smile seemed approachable and honest.
When he and Mesalina looked at each other she could sense a distinct camaraderie. She concluded that she trusted him. His features were mild, and when she studied his eyes they betrayed and unusual melancholy.
“I’ll just tell my apprentices and my visitors that Lucca here is my bastard son!” declared Lorenzo. “What do you think of that?”
She couldn’t tell whom he had directed his question at. She let her eyes drift towards Severina and instantly regretted it. When she saw the loathing in her eyes she swore she could feel her blood chill. Lorenzo’s bastard? Why did Lorenzo say things like that? She couldn’t decide whether Lorenzo was being deliberately cruel of he was genuinely oblivious to his wife’s feelings. Neither would have surprised her.
“Lucrezia-” she Mesalina.
“You mean Lucca.” Lorenzo interjected.
“Lucca… This is Sergio. He’s Lorenzo’s most experienced apprentice. He’s in on our secret but he’s trustworthy.”
“Sergio is going to show you what your responsibilities are around here and make sure that you know what’s expected of you. He’s my most experienced and my most gifted! Spend enough time around Sergio and he just may make an artist of you, little bastard! Then you just might be good enough for Vitellino ’s cathedral!”
His last remark instantaneously snapped her mind to alertness. Was he referring to her confession that she’d worshipped him since childhood? Was he suggesting that she could be an artist like Lorenzo? She studied him with frightening intensity, searching for the smallest hint, but he betrayed none.
“A woman artist! Just imagine!” She continued her desperate attempt to read him for the slightest clue. Was he dismissing the idea as a joke? Or did he actually want her to imagine it?
“There’s a broom in the corner, little bastard. You know what it’s for, I’m sure!” She retrieved the broom and quickly lost herself in the task, still struggling to absorb all that had happened to her. In the back of her mind she realized that the studio had gone strangely quiet. Lorenzo hadn’t left, and she could sooner get honey from a milk cow than ask Lorenzo to be quiet.
She turned to look and felt her heart leap into her throat. She tried to breathe but merely sputtered.
There stood Mesalina completely naked, gazing directly into her eyes… She’d been watching her the whole time… Those eyes could have knocked her straight to the floor if they desired. She was faultless. What stood before her was a perfection that she couldn’t wrap her head around unless she felt it. If she could just lay her hand on a single inch of her she’d feel as rich as the Medici. Her breasts were beckoning her hands like two tomatoes ripened in the Tuscan sun. Somewhere she heard the broom clatter to the floor, but it didn’t break the trance.
“Lucca! Don’t forget to blink or you’ll go blind!” Lorenzo’s voice pounded the inside of her skull and jolted her to awareness. He shook his head in mock scorn. “Ruttish little dog, you! You’re becoming more of a boy by the minute! She is a sight though isn’t she?” She reached rapidly for the broom and felt wetness in her trousers. Her face hot with humiliation, she began an awkward pretense of sweeping the floor as though nothing had happened.
She risked another glance and saw that Lorenzo and Sergio had easels. Mesalina was naked because they were drawing her nude. This must be where Mesalina disappeared to after dinner every night. Presumptuous even for Lorenzo, she thought. Not even he could capture Mesalina. No one could dream of having her.
“No shame in looking, Lucca. A feast for the eyes, no? I got her from the brothel!”
The brothel? Had she heard him right?
“When I saw this one, I knew she was a triumph of nature! A true work of art! Don’t let Severina tell you she’s just the cook! This is why she’s here.” She began to feel uneasy with the idea of Mesalina bestowing something so intimate to a man as vulgar as Lorenzo.
Mesalina’s gaze never faltered. She continued to look into Lucrezia’s eyes, her smile as wide as the Tuscan horizon.

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A day in the life of 24, one of Mark and Mary’s bodyguards.

Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47

Thursday, February 14th, 2014 – Emine Mataraci “24” – Tacoma, WA

Something wet and warm nuzzled at my breast. A mouth sucking, nibbling, a tongue licking. My eyes fluttered open, a mewling sigh escaped my lips. Sandy-blonde hair spilled across my my dusky body as Jan sucked my nipple between her lush lips. Her brown eyes flashed up at me, and she smiled around my dark-brown nub.

“Good morning,” I purred, running my dark hands through her cornsilk hair.

“Morning, Emine,” she answered, kissing up my chest, nuzzling my neck, and then her lips found mine.

I enjoyed my partner’s kiss.

We were the last two of the original bodyguards left, chosen that wonderful day in June when we competed for the opportunity to serve the Living Gods. Two out of twelve. Eight of our original sisters had fallen defending Mark and Mary, three in June when the nuns attacked, and five in September during Brandon’s assault. The last two, 15 and 16, had retired with our Gods’ blessing, reuniting with their loved ones.

Even though the Gods used their powers to make us their bodyguards, we had chosen to stay when they set us free after Brandon’s attack. They were important, and I had sworn to protect and serve when I joined the Bonney Lake Police Force two years ago, and who were more important to the world to protect than the very Gods fighting the darkness?

No-one.

I kissed Jan on the lips. In our bedroom we could be our real selves, use our real names. Out there she was 23 and I was 24, but in here we were Jan and Emine; this was our safe haven, the place we could retreat to and relax. In here, we weren’t on duty, and could be ourselves and love each other.

My hands roamed round breasts, my fingers finding her hard nipples; she squirmed and moaned into my lips, her tongue becoming more aggressive in my mouth. I shifted, pushing her onto her back and—

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Dammit!” Jan hissed, reaching over to slap our alarm. We were on duty today, and that was more important than fooling around.

“Maybe we should shower together,” I whispered. “You know, conserve some water.”

“What a wonderful idea,” she purred.

Giggling, we stumbled across our hotel room—the second and third floor of the Murano hotel served as the bodyguard’s barracks, and every pair of guards shared a room unless she was married or had a significant other. We passed the second, unused bed to reach the small bathroom. The water was warm—the hotel had some heavy duty water heaters—and Jan jumped in, her sandy-blonde hair matted to her slick body.

She beckoned, “Come get me, sexy!”

I joined her, my dusky body pressing against her, and we kissed beneath the shower’s spray. I grabbed the body wash and a loofah, squirting the fragrant soap—lilac—into the puffy, pink sponge, and rubbed Jan’s delightful tits.

“Umm, keep washing my breasts,” she purred. “I don’t think they’re clean yet.”

“We don’t want you to have dirty tits,” I laughed. “We’re going to be on TV today.”

“I don’t care, just don’t stop soaping,” she panted, her brown eyes squeezed shut. “That’s it! Umm, you know just how to wash me!”

“Lots of practice!”

Her legs wrapped around my thighs, and her hot pussy pressed against me; she humped. “Oh, yes! I’m almost clean,” she gasped. “Just a little bit more!”

“Are you that horny?” I asked in shock. My thigh was soaked, and not with water.

“We’re going to be on TV today,” she gasped. “Most of the world is going to see me dressed like a complete slut! My tits will be practically hanging out, and my skirt’s so short they might catch a flash of my naked ass! Oh, fuck!”

She shook and gasped, and drenched my leg with her passion. More and more juices flooded my leg and I smelled something acrid. “Dirty bitch,” I laughed. “Did you just piss on my leg?”

“Oh, yes!” she gasped, still cumming and peeing on me! “Oh, fuck that feels wonderful!”

She shook one last time, and gave one last spurt of piss before she relaxed and panted, a smile painted on her face. She caressed my cheeks, than Jan leaned in and planted a wet kiss right on my lips, soft and gentle and full of her wonderful tongue. My dusky hands slid up, grasping her shoulders, then I forced her down.

“You’re going to pay for pissing on me,” I smiled.

“Do it!” she groaned. “Piss on my face!”

I pushed my pussy right over her and relaxed my bladder. My yellow stream struck her right between the eyes. She squeezed them shut and opened her mouth, drinking my piss mixed with shower water. I wiggled my hips, letting my spray splash around her face. My pussy was on fire, tingling with pleasure.

“I’m such a filthy bitch!” she moaned. “Your filthy, little, White whore!”

I grinned at her, grabbing her blonde hair and pulled her face into my pussy. “Drink my piss, then lick my Turkish cunt!”

She swallowed the last of my stream, then her tongue pushed into my cunt, and my little, White whore devoured my pussy. She sucked and licked, and I leaned against the shower wall and moaned my passion.

“That’s it! Eat me, whore! You White girls love to eat pussy!”

I humped my face into her pussy. I loved making a White girl eat me out. Besides Jan, my favorite White girl was sweet Cindy. Her first night as a maid, Cindy had learned to love drinking my piss right here in this shower as much as she had learned to love my pussy. That little kitten had a hot mouth; Dr. Willow had outdone herself with the maid selection. They were all hot bitches ready to drop to their knees and worship your snatch.

“Here it comes, bitch!” she gasped. “That’s it! Like my pussy, balim!”

Jan’s tongue worked deep in her, lapping at her pussy like a cute kitten. Her orgasm crested inside her, and she shuddered and almost slipped, grasping the shower bar and stumbling back. Jan looked up at her, licking her lips, concern on her face.

“You okay, Emine?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I made you cum that hard, huh?” she giggled, pulling herself up.

“You always do,” I told her. “Now, let’s get showering, we can’t be late for the morning briefing.”

“I love you, Emine,” she purred.

I smiled, and stroked her pale face. “I love you, too.”

We had to finish showering in a hurry, and threw on our uniforms: navy blue blouses, half-unbuttoned, tucked into very short, blue skirts cinched with out tactical belts; thigh-high, black leather boots; and our most important piece of gear, our enchanted, bronze amulets. They could stop almost any bullet. Sam’s invention had saved more than a few of our lives.

I noticed a package sitting on the bed, wrapped in red paper dotted with white cupids. Where had that come from. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jan grinned when she saw my questioning glance.

I flushed. “Oh, no, I completely spaced. I didn’t get you anything.”

She smiled. “I know. You’ll just have to make it up to me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“We’re off duty, and you’re taking me out to a wonderful dinner, right?”

“Er, right. Yeah. It’ll be nice and romantic.”

She leaned in and kissed me. “I can’t wait.”

I wanted to open my present but, thanks to our long shower, we were running late, and it would have to wait until this evening when we were off duty. I gave her one last kiss, then we stepped out of our rooms and became 23 and 24.

Morning briefing was held in a small conference room, the Paradise Hall. It was lined with folding chairs before a podium. One wall was dominated by a mural of Paradise up on Mount Rainier, a beautiful field of flowers towered over by the majestic mountain. 51 stood at the podium, her blouse completely unbuttoned and draping around her pregnant belly. The other bodyguards trooped in, save squad H who were guarding the Hotel right now.

“Good morning,” 51 said when everyone had entered.

“Morning,” we all echoed back. We were all seated by squad; 23 commanded Squad B, and I served as her second-in-command.

“We have a big day today,” 51 continued, clicking a remote and the laptop hooked up to an overhead projector started up the PowerPoint slide show. An image of the Tacoma Museum of Art appeared, a brick structure with large windows built next to a second, cone shaped building made entirely of glass. “The Tribute to the Goddess opens today, and Mary, Antsy, and Via will be visiting the gallery to examine the exhibit.”

For the next thirty minutes, 51 detailed the security plan; we had all been briefed on it before, but you didn’t take chances with security. Going over the plan one last time wouldn’t hurt. Squad’s A, B, C were tasked with security, supplemented with a company of the Legion. Squad’s A and C would secure the exterior, while our Squad would arrive early to secure the interior, including the four young artists whose works were being exhibited and were being allowed to meet Mary.

“Are we all on the same page?” 51 asked at the end.

There was a general nod.

“Good. Next, Squad D and E will be escorting Missy and Damien to a Valentine’s day dance at Washington High School…”

After the briefing, Squad B headed straight for the Museum in a convoy of Black SUV’s. It was a short drive, we could have walked the four blocks, and we staged our vehicles in the back. We left our AR-15s secure in our vehicles, we wouldn’t need the assault rifles for interior security, and walked up to the entrance.

The doors opened and a rotund man stepped out in a white, buttoned down shirt and black slacks, a radio and can of mace hanging from his belt. Around his right wrist was a bright-red medical bracelet; he was a Wormwood survivor, safe to walk around without risk of falling ill to the plague that only struck men. There hadn’t been a case in a month in the Western United States, but the disease still persisted in other parts of the world and the quarantine was still in place. Any man who hadn’t fallen ill had to stay home.

“Mr. Upton,” 23 nodded to the head of security for the Museum.

“Everything’s ready,” he answered. “My men have cleared out of the exhibits wing, and the artists are waiting in a small annex.”

“Good,” 23 said, and we strode in.

The members of our squad knew what to do, and took their positions around the wing of the museum where the exhibit was being displayed. Paintings of Mary abounded on the walls. From stylized versions that barely seemed to resemble the Goddess, to hyperrealistic depictions of her naked, wreathed in flames, standing triumphant over Brandon’s corpse.

23 and I would take care of searching the four artist who had the privilege of meeting Mary. They were young, eighteen or twenty, and all beautiful. Korina had run the selection committee, and she chose the girls that not only were talented artists, but would also please Mary. All four were standing nervous, and they swallowed when they saw us.

“You have to be searched before you can meet the Goddess,” I declared.

The Japanese girl caught my eye as she stared demurely at the floor. 23 saw my interest and gave just the tiniest nod of her head. One of the perks of the job was searching pretty, young girls. I marched up to the shy girl, her lovely face framed by her black hair. She stiffened when I stopped in front of her, then trembled.

“Strip,” I ordered.

She blinked at me, and I put on my no-nonsense cop face, and her expression paled, then her hands reached up and slowly undid the little, ivory buttons. Her skin was creamy-olive beneath, contrasting with the plain, white bra that covered her tiny titties. Her blouse slid to the floor, then she unzipped the side of her skirt and stepped out of it. Her panties were the same, plain white.

“Everything!”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, and reached behind her back, her tiny hands trembling, and fumbled at the clasp of her bra. I gasped when her tiny tits, little buds, topped with small, brown nipples, peaked out. Then she hooked her hands into the waistband of her panties, wiggled her hips, and shimmied them down.

Her pussy was adorned with a sparse coating of fine, black hair, her slit virginally tight. I licked my lips as I ravished her with my eyes. Such a cute, little kitten for me to play with. I licked my finger, then reached out and rubbed her nipple; it grew hard, like a little bud. Her slanted eyes widened, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. I let my finger trail down her ribs, across her flat stomach, found the V of her pubic bone, then journeyed across her pubic mound. I reached her pubic hair and toyed with a silky strand of it.

“I’m going to do a cavity search, balim,” I purred to my little kitten.

“Okay,” she whispered.

I slid my finger lower, down between her thighs and stroked her vulva. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted as her breath quickened. I pushed her labia aside and found her small clitoris, and I stroked it with my thumb.

“Oh, wow!” she gasped. “What are you…”

“A cavity search, balim.”

I pushed my finger up inside her. She sucked in a breath, her back straightening. I worked my digit in deep; despite having no hymen, this was clearly virgin territory. Her school was clearly neglecting their sex education program. Her cunt gripped my finger like a tight glove, hot and juicy.

“Not finding anything yet,” I purred, then I licked a finger on my left hand.

“I think you’ve…ohh…explored enough…” she panted.

“Not yet, balim.”

I reached around with my left hand, squeezing her tight rear, and questing between her cheeks for her anus. I found the puckered sphincter, and teased her asshole with my damp finger. She stared at me and shook her head in protest.

“Sorry, I have to do a thorough job.”

I shoved my finger up her ass.

“Ah!” she gasped

Her asshole was even tighter than her pussy, and I stirred both her holes up. Her chest heaved, and she bit her lower lip as pleasure cascaded through her. I pumped faster, savoring the heat of her tunnels. Her hips jerked; a soft moan escaped her lips.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Let yourself go. Don’t fight it, balim.”

“Uh,” she moaned. “Uh, yes!”

I pumped faster. “Cum!” I hissed. “Let me feel your naughty holes spasming around my fingers.”

“Uh…uh…” she grunted; her cunt and ass clenched down on my fingers. Her body quavered and trembled and I savored her orgasm. One last whimper escaped her, then I pulled my fingers out and tasted first her sweet pussy, and then her sour ass.

“You’re clean,” I pronounced, standing up.

23 smiled at me; she had searched one of the women, a busty blonde, and was working her fingers into the ass of a lithe, Black woman. A nerdy brunette watched, her eyes wide behind her silver-rimmed glasses. I strolled on over to the nerdy girl, suppressing my smile. I loved this job!

“Strip.”

Mary arrived an hour later, sweeping into the hall with Antsy, Mark’s younger sister, and Via, Antsy’s girlfriend, accompanied by Debra Horne-Darnell, one of the few reporters allowed near the Gods—she had been bound to them a few weeks ago. She was followed by a maid carrying her camera.

Mary wore a flowing gown of dark blue, the skirt cinched right below her breasts and falling loose around her pregnant belly. Antsy and Via were dressed casually in miniskirts and tight, flowery tops. They were both beautiful, Antsy had black hair and a heart-shaped face set with big, hazel eyes. Via also was raven-haired, though hers was streaked with red highlights, and her breasts were bigger, jiggling beneath her tight blouse. But Mary’s beauty eclipsed them both, a smile on her radiant, freckled face, and her auburn hair falling in a wave around her face and shoulders. No woman was more beautiful than my Goddess.

The four artists, still naked, prostrated themselves. Mary ignored them, her eye sweeping across the art, her green eyes lighting up. She was an artist, and painted during her free time, and she became giddy as she went from exhibit to exhibit. Then she noticed the cute, Japanese woman trembling naked before a large painting of Mary, flames dancing across her skin, and her foot planted on the back of Brandon’s neck.

“Did you paint this?” Mary asks with a purr.

“Yes, my Goddess,” quivered the girl.

“What’s your name, dear?”

“Jane Yoshimori.”

Mary touched her face, stroking her cheeks. “It’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

Jane blushed and her little nipples hardened. Mary had that effect on women; when she was around it was hard to notice anything else. You did get used to it, but for someone that had never experienced the Goddess’s presence, it could be quite overwhelming.

“You deserve a reward for such a beautiful painting,” Mary purred. “I’ll pay you $1 million for it.”

“Thank you!” she squeaked.

“And,” Mary bent down, her lips just inches from the girl’s, “I’ll let you eat my pussy out.”

“I-I would like that, my Goddess.”

“Of course you would. You’ll remember this day for the rest of your life.”

Mary kissed the girl; my cunt grew damp. I had wanted that cute kitten lapping at my pussy, but I was on duty, and that meant no fooling around. Sure I may have given her an orgasm during my cavity search, but that was just a byproduct of doing a thorough job. I watched as the cute thing fell to her knees, her head disappearing beneath Mary’s skirt.

“That’s it,” the Goddess purred. “Eat my pussy. Worship me! Let me feel your love.”

Mary squeezed her emerald eyes shut, and tossed her auburn hair about as pleasure coursed through her. I could see Jane’s head moving beneath Mary’s skirt as she slurped and licked and sucked her Goddess’s pussy.

“You delightful slut! Keep eating me! Oh, yes! Work that tongue into me! Oh, fuck! That’s it! Umm, I love it!”

“I see Mary didn’t waste any time,” Antsy laughed, nudging her girlfriend.

“Did you think she would? That Japanese girl is so cute!”

Antsy looked at Via. “Are you getting wet? Did you want that cute, little thing worshiping your pussy?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Well, I had my eye on that nerdy girl. Look at those glasses. I want to piss all over her face!”

“Oh, you’re so nasty, Antsy!” laughed Via.

The nerdy girl’s face paled as Antsy sauntered on over to her. “You know you love to drink my pee, Via!” she called back.

“Because I’m a nasty pee slut, remember?” Via shouted back, then grabbed the Black artist and kissed her on the lips.

“Are you going to piss on me?” the nerdy girl asked Antsy.

“Yep. Get down on your knees and I’ll teach you to love pee!”

I pressed my thighs together as the nerdy girl reluctantly fell to her knees. She knew better than to disobey a relative of the Living Gods. I wanted so badly to cum, but I remembered my duty. I had witnessed scenes of debauchery like this many times; Mary was a lusty being, and Antsy and Via were just as bad, but no-one held a candle to Mark’s passions. He sometimes would grow bored and would wander into a high school and enjoy as many nubile, young women as he could get his hands on. I’m sure he’d fuck them all if there was just enough time.

I tried not to watch the lesbian orgy breaking out too carefully. It was my job to stay alert and watch out for any threats, but it was hard as Antsy lifted her skirt up, squatted, and let loose a stream of piss right on the nerdy girl’s glasses.

“Open wide and drink it!” purred Antsy. “That’s it. Drink my piss! Revel in how filthy it is! Swallow every drop! That’s a good girl!”

I looked over at 23 and we shared a look—tonight we’d be grabbing one of the maids and pissing all over her. Maybe Cindy, if I could pry her away from Violet. Ever since Violet and April’s relationship had imploded a week ago—April had learned that Violet had been cheating on her for months with the cute maid—Cindy had been glued to Violet’s side when she wasn’t performing her maid duties.

“Such a good pee slut!” moaned Antsy, and she pulled the nerdy girl’s face into her cunt.

My breathing increased; my nipples two hard nubs rubbing against the tin fabric of my blouse every time I inhaled, making the fire growing between my legs even harder to enjoy. Mary was screaming, cumming on Jane’s mouth, and Via was on her knees licking the Black girl’s ass, shoving her tongue deep inside the woman’s backdoor.

I endured, holding my position with professionalism like all my fellow sisters in Squad B. Even when Antsy made the poor, nerdy girl get on her hands and knees and lick the pee off the floor. “This is a museum, not a bathroom, so keep it nice and clean whore,” hissed Antsy while she vigorously fingered the woman’s cunt.

Mary wandered over, little Jane in hand; the Japanese girl’s face was smeared with Mary’s juices. I licked my lips, wanting to grab her shoulders and taste Mary’s pussy as I kissed her. She was such a cute Kitten.

“Jane tells me you frisked her,” Mary purred.

“I did, ma’am,” I answered. “I was very thorough.”

“I bet you were. You and your squad have done an excellent job today.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I smiled.

“Jane will be coming back to the hotel tonight. I’m commissioning a few paintings. The girl is truly gifted.”

Jane blushed and fidgeted.

“So I want you to keep on eye on her. She’s not bound, so she’ll have to be carefully watched at all times.” Mary’s smile was knowing as I snapped a salute.

“Yes, ma’am. She won’t leave my sight.”

“Good,” Mary nodded. “Of course, this will cut into your free time, so feel free to pretend you’re off duty while watching her.” She paused, her green eyes twinkling wickedly. “If you feel the need to search her at any time, do not hesitate.”

I fought off a grin, keeping my professional mask. “I won’t, ma’am. You and your husband’s safety are my number one priority.”

“Of course, 24.” Her grin was so naughty.

I caught 23’s eyes across Mary’s shoulder. I causally smoothed my skirt and 23 gave me the barest hint of a nod; we had longed worked out a code—

The floor beneath 23 opened up; surprise flashed across her face, and then she fell with a scream amid the rubble of the floor. My heart seemed to squeeze in pain, and a strangled cry escaped my lips. Then the demons boiled out of the ground; thick, brutish creatures made of obsidian, their facets reflecting the museums lights.

My hand moved without thought. Jan was hurt, maybe dead. I pulled my nextel up, pressed the call button. Jan couldn’t be dead; we were going out to dinner tomorrow. The nextel chirped, connecting me to the network. We were going to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

“Spectre, spectre, spectre!” I shouted; the code word for a demon attack. The Patriots had struck. Jan will be fine.

I drew my gun; it would be useless against a demon. But what else could I do.

“Copy, spectre!” my nextel crackled. “The Legion’s coming.”

Guns opened fire, bullets harmlessly bounced off the demons. We didn’t have any of the special ammunition enchanted to hurt demons! A spike of obsidian streaked through the air and caught 55 in the throat as she fired at it. She fell in a spray of blood. I grabbed Mary, shoving her roughly behind me, and turned to—

The air was knocked out of my lungs. Pain exploded.

A black spike of obsidian was buried in my chest. I glanced down at in stunned disbelief—the rock was planted right between my breasts—then I toppled back into Mary and—

Screams.

Gunfire.

Crying.

Crystals shattering.

Shouts.

Booted feet.

An explosion.

Automatic gunfire.

“Tsariy!”

Warmth flooded through me. I spasmed; the warmth gathered in my chest, driving out the spike of obsidian buried inside me. I could feel bones knitting, organs repairing, skin growing, covering the hole in my chest. My eyes shot up, and Mary stared down at me, blood splatted across her cheeks, a look of rage on her face.

“What happened?” I gasped.

“You’ll live,”Mary answered, then moved on, kneeling at another bodyguard’s fallen figure, healing her.

I struggled up; the museum wing was full of soldiers. Piles of obsidian lay scatted across the floor. A large hole covered one corner where—

“Jan!” I shouted, bolting up. Where was she? I looked around, my heart beating out of control. Where was she! I saw 99 looking down at the body of 56, and I grabbed her shoulders. “Where’s 23?”

She shook her head, pain in her eyes.

My world ended. I staggered and collapsed.

Much later I found myself sitting on our bed, my tears finally dry, Jan’s valentine gift resting on my lap. I was the last of the original bodyguards left. Her body had been found pinned beneath a chunk of concrete in the hole, dead before Mary could have ever reached her. The demons had dug their way from a building three blocks away and she had just been unlucky to be standing beneath their exit. She wasn’t the only death, while our backup rushed in, a second wave of demons had attacked the Legion and Squads A and C. Jan was one of six of the bodyguards slain: one more from our squad, three from Squad C, and one from Squad A.

But we had done our duty and protected our charges. When I had thrust Mary behind me, I took the obsidian spike meant for her. And thanks to 98 and 54, Antsy and Via had made it out alive, rushed down a hallway away from the carnage while Mary, using her powers, held off the demons long enough for backup to arrive.

I sat the present on my nightstand. Maybe tomorrow I would be strong enough to open it.

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Fanfiction. Characters belong to riot cuz this is LoL

Note: this story is not mine. It belong to this https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5071885/StevenTheLost dude. go check him out for the original story and some more of his work. enjoy the storie you little pervs Tongue

Impulse

It all started with a letter.
There wasn’t anything special about it; it was just a
letter on plain parchment in a plain white envelope. Not
only that, but it was a love letter, one that she has
received time and time again. It even had a place for her
to meet with this “someone”.
But for some reason, Sona ended up going to that place
anyways. It was a very odd impulse she had, probably
inspired by the fact she wasn’t doing anything on that
day and possibly the fact that she wanted to do
something different. Nonetheless, she stood in front of
the door that the letter had indicated. She was surprised
when she found out that it was one of the living quarters
that were reserved for champions of the league.
Despite all of this, she still had no idea who sent her
the letter. She rarely left her house on occasions other
than concerts, or league related matters. She was
comforted by the fact that it was a champion, as it
meant she knew him in some way or another, and they
would probably understand if she turned them down.
She knocked on the door.
After a few short moments, she heard some shuffling of
feet beyond the door, as though they were pacing.
Is he nervous? Sona thought.
Then she heard an unexpected voice.
“I’ll be there in a second!” said the voice of a woman.
Sona stiffened after hearing her voice. A woman… the
one who sent this love letter… was a woman? Sona
thought.
The door then opened, suddenly and forcefully, causing
Sona to jump backwards a little.
“Could you… come in? This is embarrassing for me…”
The woman said, hiding behind the door.
It’s even more embarrassing if I come in, isn’t it?! Sona
yelled in her head.
“Oh… umm, what I mean to say is, wouldn’t it be
embarrassing if I confessed my love to you outside…
where people can see us?”
Oh… Sona thought. She knew that it was a very odd
situation, one woman confessing her love to another,
and it would be bad if someone happened to see it. So,
she decided to respect her wishes to keep it private,
and walked inside.
After she entered, the door slowly closed shut, revealing
who her secret admirer was.
She blinked a couple times at who she was seeing, as it
was a very unbelievable… situation. Her secret admirer
was Ahri, donning a frilly white dress and wearing a
ribbon to match in her hair.
“…Hello”, Ahri greeted while blushing furiously.
W-W-What, It was Ahri!? B-But, she likes… men, right?
Sona became shocked at how unexpected the twist was,
and couldn’t stop looking at Ahri as a result.
Ahri noticed this, and looked down at the ground, her
tails moving around restlessly.
“…Are you surprised?” Ahri asked Sona.
Sona nodded slowly, starting to lose the initial shock,
but still staring at Ahri.
Ahri moved towards Sona until they were inches apart.
“You’ve been staring at me for a while now… do you…
like me ?” Ahri asked, her voice losing the nervousness it
once had and becoming her usual seductive voice.
Huh, what, do I, how… huh? Sona couldn’t shake her
head, and she couldn’t move. She was scared and
confused at how seeing Ahri up close and hearing her
voice change made her heart skip a beat. She could see
Ahri’s eyes and how they seemed to suck her in, and
when she tried to escape them by looking down, she
could see Ahri’s bare cleavage showing thanks to the
gracious bust line of her dress.
Sona quickly turned her head away, and Ahri moved
even closer, making them touch skin, with a curved
smile on her face.
Ahri then moved her mouth to Sona’s ear and whispered,
“Do you think I’m sexy?”
Sona was completely red in the face, and turned to look
back into Ahri’s golden eyes, an impulse, as Sona was
having a hard time thinking rationally at that moment.
Ahri’s face seemed to be staring into her very soul, and
she was licking her lips as though she were about to
devour her.
Strangely enough, Sona wasn’t too bothered by that. She
was too busy listening to her heart pound loud enough
to shake her entire body.
Then Ahri pressed her forehead against Sona’s and
asked another question.
“Do you love me ?”
Sona finally broke free of the spell she was under, and
ran towards the living room. With her back turned
towards Ahri, she breathed heavy, trying to settle her
beating heart.
Ahri giggled at this and walked towards her once again.
Sona turned to face her again, backing up as she came
closer. She wasn’t looking were she was moving,
however, and tripped over, and onto, the couch behind
her. Ahri quickly pounced on her, hugging her stomach
and nestling her head against Sona’s neck.
“Ah, you’re so adorable Sona, tripping over a couch like
that! Don’t you know-” Ahri lifted up her head and
stared back into Sona’s eyes, “-that often leads to sex in
romance novels?”
It’s happening again… My mind is going blank… Sona
thought as she stared, once again, into Ahri’s golden
eyes.
Ahri, pressing her chest against Sona’s, started to brush
her hand along Sona’s long blue hair while licking her
lips again. Sona couldn’t move once again, and her
heavy breathing became harsher, but slowed down.
“Let me ask you one more time Sona… do you love me?”
Ahri asked Sona.
Sona’s entire body felt hot, and her heart, as fast as it
was beating, felt like it was beating even faster. Before
she knew it, she was nodding her blushing head up and
down, saying ‘yes’ to Ahri’s question.
“I love you too, Sona.” Ahri said, blushing also, but with
a more mischievous face.
Ahri then suddenly moved her lips to Sona’s, and
inserted her tongue inside Sona’s mouth.
Mpff! Mmmmm… Sona’s thoughts reflecting exactly how
she felt as Ahri’s tongue wrapped itself around hers. She
felt Ahri sucking on it, making wet slurping noises. Sona
lost her rational mind at that point, and copied what
Ahri was doing.
“Hmm? Mph…chu” Ahri made a questioning moan when
Sona started sucking on her tongue, but went along
with it, pushing her tongue even deeper into Sona’s
mouth as she became more aggressive. Her slurping
noises became louder and Sona started to feel a warm,
tingly feeling flood over her entire body.
All of a sudden, too soon, Ahri pulled her tongue out of
Sona’s mouth, making a bridge of saliva from one
tongue to the other. Sona continued to stick her tongue
out for more, panting.
“Sona… I want to do so much more than just kiss you…”
Ahri said, whispering into her ear, sending chills
throughout her body.
Ahri sat up and looked down at Sona, her blue eyes
looking back up. Then Ahri put her hands on Sona’s
stomach, and slowly moved them upwards along her
body. Sona watched her as she did it, her eyes showing
anticipation for what was to come.
“You have such a lovely chest, look at how erotic it is…”
And then Ahri finally reached the edge of Sona’s breasts.
Sona’s breath stopped and her body shook slightly.
Then, ever so slowly, Ahri began to drag her fingers
along her bust, making sure to draw an outline of how
huge and erotic Sona’s breasts were so she could
understand.
“Have you ever touched yourself here before, Sona?” Ahri
asked.
Sona blushed again, then slowly nodded her head.
“Ufu~ I suppose it’s hard not to touch a chest as lewd
as this one” Ahri said, finally dragging her fingers across
Sona’s nipples.
Sona let out a burst of air, replacing what would’ve been
a gasp of pleasure. After seeing her reaction, Ahri circled
around her nipples instead of continuing upwards along
her chest. Sona could only watch, entranced and
aroused, as she did this. Then, Ahri put her finger on
top of Sona’s nipples, and pushed down. More bursts of
air came out of Sona’s mouth, and her mouth curved
into an open smile as a switch inside of her got flipped
on.
“What a lovely expression you’re making right now- ah!”
Sona quickly flipped Ahri over onto the floor and got on
top of her.
“Sona!? What are you-“
Ah, she’s panicking. How lovely~ Not to mention those
clothes she’s wearing… I want her… Sona’s head was no
longer blank, but they took on an entirely different tone
than what she had earlier. It was clear that this wasn’t
Sona’s normal personality, but…
She bent down and licked Ahri’s left ear.
“Fuwah!?”
She then proceeded to nibble on the tip of it as her left
hand circled around Ahri’s body, bringing them closer.
As for her right hand-
“Wait, So- Ahn~!”
-it reached underneath Ahri’s dress and moved along
her bare crotch.
Ah, so she wasn’t wearing any? What a perverted lady, I
guess I should give her what she wants then, if she’s so
insistent~ Sona thought, licking her lips in the same
fashion Ahri had done earlier.
“Sooona, wahy ahre you- mnph!”
Sona silenced Ahri’s mouth with a French kiss, instead
of wrapping her tongue around Ahri’s however, Sona
pushed her tongue as far as she could down Ahri’s
throat.
“Mgmph, gimph!”
What a troublesome girl, moving about like that, Sona
thought, Perhaps she’ll stop if I do this…
Sona inserted a finger into Ahri’s wet pussy and slid it
across the roof of her mouth. Ahri made an incredible
noise in response to this; It sounded as though she
were trying to loudly moan, but was choking on Sona’s
tongue which was in her throat. As unpleasant as that
sounds it would be, her pussy only got wetter.
More, make more wonderful sounds, Ahri… Sona pleaded
in her mind as she put more fingers inside her.
All tension from the unexpected assault by Sona seemed
to fade away from Ahri’s body as it reacted lewdly, her
pussy getting wetter and her throat producing the most
incredible sounds. Sona continued her assault, wriggling
her tongue around and moving more fingers into her
pussy.
Suddenly, Ahri moved her tails in between her and Sona
and pushed her away. When Sona got a good look at her
face, her heart doubled its pace. Ahri’s face was
completely flushed red, not from embarrassment, but it
was a very lewd red caused by arousal. Her golden eyes
were tearful, like a helpless animal; it was completely
different from the earlier face she was making. But the
thing that really turned Sona on was her quivering lips,
drooling saliva all over her chin.
“E-enough Sona, I’m s-sorry for f-f-forcing myself o-on
you- FWAHH!” Ahri barely made it through her sentence
before Sona started stimulating her clitoris.
How could I possibly stop after seeing such an adorable
face~? Uuuu, this is all your fault, Ahri~! Sona, now in
an upright position, moved her left hand to Ahri’s
dress’s bust line and pulled it down, revealing her
breasts that bounced lewdly upon removal of the cover.
“W-w-w-w-wait, don’t, please sto- Wah! ” Ahri, once
again, was unable to finish from the stimulation of
Sona’s right hand.
Then, Sona moved her head down to Ahri’s right breast
and sucked on it while stimulating the other breast with
her left hand. Ahri’s resistance faded away as she
started moaning at the sensation. Sona made sure to
pay special attention to Ahri’s nipples, teasing one with
her tongue, and playing with the other using her thumb.
Ahri’s entire body shivered in pleasure with Sona’s
continuous touching. Sona suddenly stopped sucking
on Ahri’s right breast, now completely engulfed in her
saliva, as well as stopped touching her left breast and
her pussy. Ahri, panting, looked up at Sona, slightly
relieved and disappointed.
“S-so, is that… it?”
I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, my darling foxy
lady~
Sona, lifted her right hand, showing that it was soaked
with Ahri’s love juice. Ahri stared wide-eyed at the
hand, knowing that it wasn’t over. Sona then put her left
hand into Ahri’s pussy causing her to moan again. She
then started sucking on Ahri’s left breast, and groaped
Ahri’s right breast with her soaked right hand.
“Ah… Ahhhnn~!”
Both Ahri’s pussy and her right breast made lewd, wet
noises and Sona could be heard sucking Ahri’s left
breast with force. Ahri’s mind was beginning to go blank
and her resistance was all but gone. Her pussy kept
getting wetter and wetter the more Sona stimulated her,
the more Ahri focused on the noises her body was
making, and the more she focused on the fact that she
was being sexually assaulted and loved it.
By the time Sona stopped sucking her right breast,
Ahri’s nipples were completely erect on both sides, as
well as completely soaked by Sona’s saliva and her own
love juice. Just like last time she stopped, Sona
removed her left and right hand from what they were
doing and-
“W-what, no, you can’t s-suck my breast, it’s-“
-stuck her right hand into Ahri’s pussy-
Covered in your juice, right~?
-started stimulating her clitoris-
“Ah, n-no, d-d-don’t, I’m going insane!”
-and started sucking on her left breast.
Ahri moaned an incredibly loud moan as her entire mind
went blank. Sona also put her, now soaked, left hand
and groped Ahri’s left breast with it, making her entire
body produce a wet sound that washed away all of her
rational thought. Sona sucked away all the love juice
that coated Ahri’s left breast, enjoying the taste of her
lust as she continued to stimulate the other areas. Sona
took her time sucking all the love juice, then swapped
breasts like she did before. Ahri could feel how wet she
was, both on the inside and out, and it wasn’t just her
insides that continued to get wetter, but her outsides
too. Sona continued this pattern, putting on larger
amounts of love juice on Ahri’s breasts with each time
and sucking it all away.
After repeating this pattern countless times, the
stimulus made Ahri reach her limit.
“Ah, Sona, I can’t… I’m cuming…”
Sona stopped stimulating Ahri’s pussy with the hand
she was on and focused on licking Ahri’s breasts dry.
“Hah, don’t drag it out, finish it!” Ahri begged loudly,
frustrated over the lack of release.
As soon as Sona finished licking Ahri’s breasts, she
hoisted Ahri’s legs onto her shoulders, putting her
pussy in front of her face.
“S-Sona…”
Give me everything you have, Ahri…
Sona inserted her tongue into Ahri’s pussy and lapped
up her juices. Ahri squealed in an unintelligible manner
at the new sensation, Sona’s tongue running wild inside
her. She soon yelled Sona’s name out at the top of her
lungs, unable to hold back any longer. Sona closed her
eyes so she would not get any juices into them; She
could feel her face becoming dirtied by Ahri’s juices, but
she didn’t mind it.
I’m covered in your scent, Ahri. You better be prepared
for the consequences of dirtying me~! Sona thought
mischievously.
After Ahri had finished climaxing, Sona wiped some of
the juices off her face, so she could open her eyes
safely. There, with a white dress around her waist,
flashing her crotch and showing her breasts while
bathing in an afterglow of a climax, staring up at Sona
longingly was one of the most beautiful things she had
seen in her life.
“N-no fair… I w-was supposed to make you mine, not t-
the other way around… ” Ahri whimpered, breathing
heavily.
How cute, she thinks she can take the dominating side.
But there can only be one who takes control…
Sona put Ahri’s legs down gently, then stood up and
began to strip her clothing.
“What? No, please no more!” Ahri begged, unable to
exert any more strength.
This is what you would’ve done if you had your way,
right~?
After tossing her clothes and undergarments onto the
couch, Sona removed Ahri’s dress from around her waist
and also tossed it on the couch. Ahri suddenly became
quiet as Sona was doing this, despite complaining
moments earlier.
“…You’re beautiful.” Ahri said quietly.
Sona then noticed that Ahri was staring at her naked
body. She blushed at this, unable to contain her
embarrassment at the sudden compliment. She didn’t
stop her movements, however, bringing her crotch down
to where Ahri’s was.
Ahri softly sighed as their pussies touched lightly
together, as Sona hesitated for a moment.
…Maybe I shouldn’t. She said she didn’t want anymore
and she looks tired-
“Sona, you want to cum together, right?” Ahri asked,
looking into her eyes.
Sona nodded.
“…I-I was just surprised at how everything turned out. I
should be fine, don’t worry about me.” Ahri said, turning
her head away in embarrassment.
Ahri… knew what I was thinking…
With Ahri’s permission to continue, Sona started
grinding their sex organs together.
“Hahu… Sona…”
Ahri was breathing even heavier than before, her face an
indescribable shade of red. Sona was unable to hide her
arousal as well, her breathing just as heavy as Ahri’s
with the red shade to match. As her arousal grew
stronger, she started grinding harder, and their clitorises
bumped into each other causing Ahri to yelp in pleasure
and Sona to feel shockwaves throughout her body. She
tried to replicate that feeling, bumping into Ahri’s
clitoris again and, this time, rubbing them together.
Ahri’s face twisted, her eyes looked up at the ceiling
and her mouth open wide, as though she were scared,
but her trembling lip and fevered breathing suggested
that she was at the peak of ecstasy. Sona was feeling
aroused already, but seeing Ahri like that made her
pussy even wetter, knowing that she was completely
losing herself in sex.
Suddenly, Sona slowed down, taking the time to feel
Ahri’s clitoris against her and how impossibly good it
felt. Ahri started making incomprehensible noises from
her mouth again, feeling even more sensitive than she
was when Sona was moving fast, as she could
appreciate every slight movement and sound their
clitorises made.
Hah… I can’t go on for much longer…
“It feels so good, I can’t breathe” Ahri said in a
dreamlike voice, despite the opposite being true.
As the wet sloshing sound of their sex echoed
throughout the room, both of them began to shudder,
knowing the end was near. Sona picked up the pace and
rubbed as hard as she could, trying to make Ahri reach
her climax at the same time. Ahri screamed as she
reached her limit and Sona followed suit, causing their
love juices to spill on the other, as well as the floor.
When they finished, Sona lied down next to Ahri,
breathing alongside her. Ahri huddled up to her quickly,
seeking her warmth, and wrapped her tails around them.
“Sona… I love you.”
Me too, Ahri…
With her silent reply thought, exhaustion overcame both
of them and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When Sona woke up, she was lying in a bed, covered in
warm blankets. Groggily, she sat up and saw Ahri sitting
beside her. When she saw Ahri’s face, she quickly
turned beet red and turned away, having remembered
her uncharacteristic behaviour as well as the sex she
had with Ahri.
“Hmm, you’re not so direct now, are you?” Ahri asked,
curious at the personality gap.
I did that with Ahri!? What on earth was I-
Ahri kissed Sona on the cheek as she was thinking, as
well as wrapped her arms around her. Sona continued to
blush, but turned to face her.
“So… this means we’re lovers now, right?” Ahri asked,
looking at her with her enchanting eyes.
Sona’s heart quickened, and with one more deep breath,
she nodded her head.
It was an impulse she couldn’t explain.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Stan resorts to folk magic to save his marriage

“All I can say is that it really changed our marriage,” Will enthused. “Give it a try!”

Stan looked dubiously at the little crystal trinket dangling from his hand. His marriage was on the rocks, but he’d been hoping for something a little more useful than half-baked folk remedies.

Both men took a moment to appreciate the curves of Tracey’s ass under her short tennis skirt as she collected their empty beer bottles. Will’s wife ignored their gazes and exited the room as silently as she’d entered.

“Seriously? I remember you worrying about Tracey playing the field. And weren’t you telling me last year that sex addict rehab program you checked her into was just a big waste of money?”

“That? What a joke.” Will chuckled. “This is totally different. She hasn’t looked at another man since our ‘intervention’. It’s like magic, man! Yeah, I know it looks stupid — but you go with what works, right?” He took a moment to shift the respectable bulge in the front of his shorts.

Stan moved his hand slightly, watching the mobile sway. It didn’t seem appropriate to mention that he’d been one of the men Will’s wife had fucked — more than a few times. Neither did he want to admit his own marital crisis stemmed from his wife walking in on a rebuffed attempt to restart that affair. It was true enough Tracey had practically ignored him, but that didn’t matter to Gretta — and it probably wouldn’t matter to her lawyer, either. “Well, it can’t make things any worse, can it?”

Gretta thought it was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. It took her a long moment to calm down enough to listen to Stan’s words again.

“…if you’d see things from my viewpoint,” he concluded.

“Oh, yeah? You should try mine!” she huffed, staring angrily at her husband.

Stan nearly lost his temper. “Nothing happened! I can’t help it if Tracey is always advertising.” His withering look of contempt raked her comfortable slacks and shapeless top. “You certainly don’t dress up anymore, and sharing a bed is supposed to mean more than just taking the covers. A man has needs!”

“I have needs, too!” Gretta, stung by his criticism, snarled. “I am not just a waitress and maid service, and I’m certainly not going to stand by and watch you screw the neighbors.”

“Okay, look,” Stan said after a deep breath, “let’s just say we both have valid viewpoints, okay? Will says we both just need to concentrate on the other’s viewpoint. We hang up this” — he lifted the mobile again — “where we can see it; it’s a reminder, see?”

Gretta rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine.” The irony of getting marital advice from Will was enough to make her smile; he was a stud, and he’d boned her enough times to know he was better in the sack than her husband, even if he’d gotten a little kinky lately.

Unfortunately, a divorce would cost Will nearly everything — Tracey apparently had laid some high-powered lawyers — and Gretta wouldn’t get a penny from a separation that wasn’t Stan’s fault. It was exasperating, but the best her attorney could recommend was trying to make things work and waiting for Stan to make a mistake.

Rising from her seat, Gretta managed to take the mobile from Stan without touching him, and carried it over to the doorway into the master bathroom. She suspended it from the small nail that, in better days, had held a sprig of mistletoe during the holidays. Who knew? Maybe this stupid visualization thing would even do some good.

Gretta walked past the mobile, not really paying attention to the way it twisted, alternatively showing slivers of herself or the empty bedroom. She looked critically at her body in the mirror. “I’m still good-looking,” Gretta told herself. “Hell, I’m at least as sexy as that slut Tracey — even her husband thinks so.”

It pained her to admit it, but Stan might have had a point about her wardrobe. Gretta considered the contents of her walk-in closet, and selected a flouncy skirt suit she hadn’t worn in a while. It was still business-appropriate, but looked good; it looked even better after she slipped into a pair of heels instead of her usual flats. She left for work in a good mood for the first time in days.

Stan made it home before Gretta. He walked through the empty house, enjoying the quiet and lack of recriminations. The sparkle of the mobile caught his eye, and he reflected on her complaints. When Gretta arrived home, she found the dinner table set with dinner already prepared and a bouquet of fresh flowers at her place.

“For me?” she asked, recognizing blossoms from the landscaping behind the house.

“The most beautiful things in the house, except you,” Stan told her. “The meal, alas, is Lean Cuisine.”

Gretta laughed. “A man should know his limitations! Thank you; I’m sure it will be delicious.”

Their mood lasted through dinner, and the conversation gradually became less stilted. When they finally retired to the bedroom, Stan was a little surprised to find himself aroused by watching Gretta as she undressed, and she realized his interest was making her wet.

The subsequent sex was good, if not great, but Stan came quickly and fell asleep, leaving Gretta wide awake and unsatisfied. She masturbated herself to orgasm and then lay beside him, watching stray beams of moonlight reflect off the crystalline pieces dangling in the doorway. It would be nice, she mused, if he was a little more interested in pleasing her — but, really, it was an improvement on the last several months.

Gretta caught her breath and enjoyed the warmth of the sun after swimming her usual 100 laps of the pool. The exercise was relaxing, and it did good things for her figure, too. She frowned, looking across the hedge to where her neighbor also was basking in the sun.

“What a slut,” Gretta thought, looking at Tracey’s skimpy string bikini without trying to be obvious about it. “She must shave herself to wear that.” Grudgingly she conceded to herself that with that figure, Tracey was worth looking at. Academically, Gretta could understand why Stan would be attracted to the other woman, but that didn’t mean she was planning to forgive him for straying. Her body was better than Tracey’s, anyway — well, equally as good if she was scrupulously honest.

Stan accepted a fresh beer from Will and leaned back in his chair. A game was playing on the widescreen television, but neither of the men paid it much attention.

“It’s hard, bro’,” Stan admitted after a quick swallow. “Things aren’t so good at the office, and Gretta’s busting my balls at home.”

“I know what you’re going through,” Will sympathized. “How’s the visualization thing going?”

“Well, better, I have to admit. I thought Gretta was going to blow a gasket when I explained it, but she played along. It still seems pretty stupid to me, but I can’t knock it if it works.”

“Tell me about it. Just remember Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Stan sighed. “Yeah, I know. I just wish Gretta would be a little more supportive and understanding. It’s sort of like she’s just humoring me.”

“Well, that’s better than phoning her lawyer, isn’t it?”

After the double-header ended, Stan walked back to his house, wondering if they should just order out for dinner. Gretta was playing some truly tasteless music in the bedroom, so he walked in to see what she was doing.

The music turned out to be the soundtrack for some adult movie. Stan’s attention was completely engaged by Gretta, who lay sprawled on the bed naked. He watched her dip a finger into her bare cunt and stroke herself, intent on the television. The actress was rather unattractive, with absurdly large tits and a body showing minor signs of flab. The guy pounding her was much fitter, with buns that clenched above sinewy thighs with every hard thrust.

Stan quickly shed his clothes and joined her. Soon they were fucking furiously, and Gretta’s foul mouth urged him to greater efforts. She was dripping wet when they started, and climaxed before Stan did. “Is this what you want? Some fucking slut?” He jetted his scum into her.

Gretta didn’t bother covering up before walking to the kitchen to find something to eat. Stan, feeling drained, lay on the bed and watched the couple fucking on television. Sure, it was a porno movie, but the actors were still going at each other hot and heavy, while his real-life tryst with Gretta had lasted a fraction of the time. The way the blonde’s tongue caressed the stud’s gleaming tool distracted Stan before he got to thinking about his own behavior after their previous encounter.

“Nice,” Will commented, after watching Stan’s tee shot drop to the middle of the fairway just to the side of a pair of bunkers. His own shot had gone a little farther, but ended up in the rough. “Doing as well at home?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Stan, dropping his driver back in the bag. “I’m trying, and I think Gretta is too, but…” He shrugged. “I mean, she’s dressing more like she did when we got married, and I’ve gotten laid more this week than the past six months, but it’s not the same.”

Will raised an eyebrow.

“It’s like Gretta is more detached, emotionally distant. You know, I got home after the game last night, and found her getting herself off watching some adult movie.”

“That must have been hot,” Will chuckled. “You tapped her, right?”

“Hell, yes! She came like a crazy woman, too; it reminded me of our partying days. But afterwards, she just got up and walked out of the room. No cuddling, nothing.” Stan collected his thoughts for a moment before giving voice to his fears. “I’m worried I’m going to lose her, man.”

Will surprised Stan by hugging him. “It’ll get better — just stick with it.” Stan just stood there, embarrassed.

It was over so quickly that Will was climbing into the cart before Stan’s brain could start thinking about what had happened. There wasn’t anything exactly improper about a hug, but it wasn’t really a guy kind of thing, was it? Stan darted sideways glances at his friend on the drive down the fairway; he was almost sure he’d felt Will’s cock against his thigh during their brief embrace.

Gretta walked out to the pool for her morning swim and looked across the hedge. As she’d expected, Tracey was already out sunning. Her neighbor’s bikini top was sitting on the deck beside the chaise, and it appeared Tracey might be watching her, although the dark sunglasses made it hard for Gretta to know for sure.

“If that slut thinks she’s going to tease me, she’s got another thing coming,” Gretta told herself. Resolutely not looking in Tracey’s direction, she pulled off her suit and dove into the pool naked.

After Gretta finished her laps, she was breathing a little more heavily than usual, even though would-be voyeurs would have had to be standing on the patio or overhead in low-flying helicopters to see anything. She didn’t think Tracey had been standing up. Determined to make her point, Gretta hoisted herself out of the water and picked up her towel. She patted herself dry, staring defiantly at her neighbor.

Sure enough, she could see Tracey’s hand moving between her legs. “No wonder Stan was chasing her,” Gretta mused, “the tramp is just asking for it.” A trickle of moisture that didn’t come from the pool punctuated the thought.

Gretta still hadn’t gotten around to dressing by the time Stan returned home; he found her in the bathroom applying lipstick.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, brushing by the mobile in the doorway so he could toss his shirt in the hamper.

“I hadn’t planned on it, but you could give me a ride,” she replied, noticing the bulge in his slacks.

Stan didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. He quickly removed his slacks and underwear, then roughly pinned Gretta to the counter from behind, finding her as wet as he was hard. She braced herself as he started pumping into her energetically, but Stan’s attention was focused on their images in the mirror. He clenched his buttocks with every thrust, like the man in the video, and watched the contrast between his muscular body and his wife’s softer figure. What did it feel like for Gretta? Did Will look the same way when he was fucking Tracey?

Curiously, Gretta was wondering much the same thing. She panted as she watched her tits sway in the mirror. Would Tracey’s look the same, up close? Would they feel the same? Would her neighbor’s eyes have the same heavy-lidded look when she shuddered and came? Gretta remembered the rumors about Tracey’s orientation, but forced the scandalous thought aside and concentrated on the feel of her husband’s tool buried inside her. It wasn’t as satisfying as she’d hoped, and a finger drifted down to her clit to help out.

Stan had a difficult time holding up his end of the conversation during his morning run with Will. His eyes drifted repeatedly to the outlines of Will’s tight ass beneath his shorts, and the fullness of the erection in his jockeys was beyond distracting.

They were cutting through the undeveloped wooded lot at the end of the subdivision when Will called for a brief halt. “Too much coffee this morning, man,” his friend explained, nonchalantly fishing the head of his semi-erect organ out the leg of his shorts.

Embarrassed but unable to look away, Stan stared at the meaty head of Will’s cock and the heavy stream of urine gushing from it. Without touching himself, he exploded in his shorts, filling the front of his briefs with hot scum.

The rest of the run was an exercise in torment. The sticky residue of his climax coated Stan’s cock and balls, reminding him of its presence with every stride, and making him feel dirty and unclean like some whore. He ran behind Will the entire way, petrified something would leak past his shorts and reveal itself to his friend. Despite it all, Stan found himself harder than he’d been his entire life.

When he finally made it to the safety of his unoccupied house, Stan loped into the bathroom and quickly removed his shorts. His underwear was dark with moisture and he pulled it tight, massaging his spunk into his balls while admiring the look of the fabric pulling between his cheeks and tenting over his throbbing tool.

Finally the lure of the musky fabric was too great to ignore and Stan pulled off his abused underwear. He inhaled deeply, savoring the male musk of his secretions, and then excited himself to another searing climax while sucking at the semen-permeated fabric. A little masturbation while his wife was unavailable didn’t make him gay, did it?

Gretta couldn’t concentrate, either. For the second time that morning, she closed the door of a bathroom stall behind her and hiked up her inappropriately short skirt so she could reach her dripping slit. Her thong was as wet as if she’d peed herself, but Gretta knew the moisture was much sweeter. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp while she rubbed her clit with a lubricated finger; somebody had entered the adjoining stall.

She imagined what might happen if the unknown woman was Tracey, but shook her head with an amused smile — that slut had never worked a day in her life and was probably jilling off on Will’s expensive wrought-iron chaise lounge right now.

Gretta’s finger increased its pace and her entire body tensed as she tried to hold off her climax a little longer. “I bet Tracey would already be screaming her lungs out if I did this to her,” she thought, and lost her battle for self-control.

“Are you okay?” came a concerned voice from the next stall.

“Yes,” Gretta half-whispered, half-moaned. She fought the urge to say more — she’d be a fool to cheat on Stan this way, and she wasn’t a lesbian anyway.

Her traitor mind formed a vision of Tracey touching her, and she just had to start stroking herself again. The tramp would probably even eat her out. Gretta’s legs started trembling and her feet arched inside her high-heeled pumps.

Both Stan and Gretta were on edge that evening. It had taken her forever to get the damned draft proposal reviewed, and the deadline meant she hadn’t been able to leave until it was finished. By the time she finally pulled into the driveway, it was after dark, the dinner on the table was cold, and Stan’s cock was practically raw.

Only the last object was of any practical concern to her, and the couple left a trail of discarded clothing behind them as Gretta dragged Stan into the bedroom. Frustratingly for both of them, he was limp.

Gretta was desperate enough to kneel and take him in her mouth, although Stan smelled like he hadn’t showered in days and his scent was so strong it was repellent. Sucking and licking didn’t seem to be having any positive effect, and when one of his wiry pubic hairs caught in her teeth, it was the last straw.

“What?!” she screamed at him, crying and caught between frustration and anger. “Aren’t I good enough for you anymore? Damnit, I have needs! Fuck your new age therapy!” Gretta jumped to her feet and started to run from the room. She stopped briefly to tear the mobile from its hook and hurl it into the bathroom wastebasket. Then, at her wits’ end, she stomped out of the room and headed for the kitchen; maybe chocolate would take her mind off her arousal.

Stan silently watched her go, confounded by his totally unexpected lack of performance. Readiness was something he’d taken for granted his entire life; true, he’d jacked off four or five times already that day, but he’d never failed to please a beautiful woman before. He touched himself, wondering what the problem was, and felt a faint stirring in his organ.

Gretta broke off another square of dark chocolate and popped it into her mouth. She chewed it more slowly than the piece before it and stared sightlessly out the window, trying to understand what had gone wrong. Eventually she realized she was watching the play of the underwater pool lights next door against the landscaping.

Curious, she let herself out the back door and, still naked, crossed through the hedge between the yards until she stood beside the pool. Tracey, wearing her micro bikini, was swimming a lazy backstroke. The tightness inside Gretta increased. “Slut!” she accused.

Tracey finally noticed her and coasted to the shallow end of the pool before standing up. “What?” she asked.

“Whore! Did you ever earn anything except on your back or your knees? That suit isn’t a cover-up; it’s a come-on — no wonder Stan ignores me! Can’t you just leave him alone?”

“Oh?” Tracey cocked her head. “I’m sorry you’ve felt so threatened. Frankly, I don’t see you have much to worry about.” A long look reminded Gretta she was naked and heated her body. “If you’re worried about the dress code…” A moment later, she was as bare as Gretta.

“God, you are such a slut!” exclaimed Gretta, watching the other woman swim to the edge of the pool and deposit the scraps of spandex on the patio.

Tracey retaliated by grabbing an ankle and toppling Gretta into the warm water with her. “Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t been showing off for Stan?” Tracey asked after Gretta surfaced. “Do you know how hot you are?”

“Stay away from me,” stammered Gretta. She backed away from Tracey until she was leaning against the side of the pool, but kept staring at the other woman as she bobbed closer.

“Stop kidding yourself, Gretta,” Tracey laughed. It was a low, sultry sound that resonated inside Gretta. “I know you want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you.” Tracey licked her lips, and Gretta realized her mouth was dry.

She also realized her neighbor was right; if Tracey was a slut, Gretta wanted Tracey to be her slut.

Stan stood on the porch, gaping at sight of his wife and neighbor writhing together in the pool beyond the hedge. Rather than arousal, he felt a vast emptiness inside. Had his marriage come to this?

“Pretty hot, eh?” Will asked, startling Stan. His friend returned his attention to the camcorder in his hand, keeping it focused on the women in the water.

“I didn’t think she even liked women, much less Tracey,” Stan said, feeling like he needed to say something; at least Will hadn’t asked why he was outdoors naked.

“Well, she looks like a lesbian now,” Will chuckled. He zoomed in on the sight of Tracey helping Gretta out of the pool and held his silence while the two tumbled into a 69 atop the chaise lounge. “It’s lucky for me Tracey was bisexual.”

“I don’t understand,” Stan admitted, caught off-balance by the non-sequitur.

Will turned off the camcorder and set it down next to the grill. “You never did Gretta in the ass, did you?”

“Why?” asked Stan, suspiciously.

“I thought not. Well, it turns out Tracey was even more oversexed than I thought she was.” Will adjusted himself, and Stan belatedly realized his friend was wearing only a wet Speedo that struggled to contain his erection.

Stan could feel blood starting to fill his own organ, and tried vainly to conceal his growing arousal. With no clothing or cover, it was a lost cause; his face heated, but not as quickly as his cock.

“The bitch was hungry to fuck anything on two legs. We didn’t plan for this to happen, but it did, and she wouldn’t even look at me afterwards — she only had eyes for Gretta.”

Stan started at his wife’s name, but was completely lost by Will’s rambling.

“You know she’ll take me to the cleaners in a divorce, and I have a certain standing and image to maintain. There aren’t that many rich heiresses around, right?”

They both laughed at the old shared joke.

“So, I took Gretta’s anal cherry,” Will continued. “Man, was she tight that first time, but I already had her wrapped around my finger.”

“You were screwing my wife?” Stan growled, feeling some emotion for the first time.

Will snorted. “Like you weren’t sticking that into Tracey every chance you got?” He gestured towards Stan’s throbbing tool. “Not that it isn’t almost the equal of mine, mind you.” He pulled down his swimsuit, revealing a hard-on nearly identical to Stan’s.

Really, there was little to choose between the two of them, except that Will apparently waxed or shaved. Stan couldn’t take his eyes off it as Will started smearing something on it and resumed talking.

“Anyway, we kept at it. After a while, Gretta told me she liked it just as much as normal sex, and it was sweet to hear her talk about ‘saving her pussy for Stan’. I knew we were ready when she’d come just from having me up her back door, without going near her cunt.”

Will placed the tube next to the camcorder. “Then I just made sure Gretta found you and Tracey. Bet she didn’t mention I was leaking out of her ass that day, did she?”

Stan stared at the turgid flesh gleaming in the night air and grappled with the concept of anybody fitting it inside their rectum. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

“Nope. I’ve known Tracey was gonna fuck me — figuratively, especially since the change. But that’s okay, now, ’cause I’m gonna fuck you — and you’re gonna love it.”

Stan shook his head, but he was trembling and a stream of precum was leaking from his penis.

“And even if Gretta soaks you in a divorce, which she won’t since we have proof she cheated first, you’ll still have more money than I do now. And we’ll always be together, ’cause you’re my little man-slut, aren’t you?”

Will pulled him close for a quick kiss that was unlike any he’d had before, but intensely exciting, and then roughly turned Stan to face the stone counter. There was a searing pain that didn’t keep Stan from thrusting himself backward to meet Will, and then he felt his bowel distending to accept the intruder violating it.

“Fuck, yeah!” hissed Will, who reveled in the tightness of the recently-virgin hole surrounding his heated organ. Stan was nothing like any of the women he’d fucked, but there was something about the build of a man, and the power of those muscles thrusting back against him, that was even better. His ass twitched, but Will had already decided there was only going to be one pair of pants in this relationship.

Stan moaned when Will started pumping him hard, and quickly shot a huge load onto the countertop in front of him. His tormentor pushed him forward, rubbing his face in his own spend, while continuing to plumb the depths of his clutching ass. It was totally degrading and totally exciting and Stan begged for more like the slut he was.

Will just laughed and slammed forward again, and then Stan felt his lover’s man-seed scalding his churning insides. “Oh yeah,” Will exclaimed, “you’re a fine piece of ass, Stan! Maybe even better than your wife!” He laughed again.

“Bastard!” Tracey growled, listening to the grunting and laughter coming from the other side of the hedge.

“Give it a break, love,” Gretta suggested, pulling Tracey into a tighter embrace and kissing her. There were two chaises by the pool now, but as usual they seemed to end up sharing one. “I think you came out ahead, remember?” It was still hard for Gretta to think of the house she shared with Tracey as hers, even six months after their divorces. It wasn’t at all hard to think of being with the woman who could still excite her like nothing else in the world with just a look or touch.

Tracey made a face, but relaxed with a sigh. “I don’t care how much of his money I have. It still feels like that cheating bastard came out on top!”

“Beg for it,” Will’s voice carried to them from the house that was his in all but name. “Beg for me to fuck you until you scream like a little girl!”

“I still don’t understand why he’s so cruel to Stan,” Gretta admitted. “You were never like that, were you?”

“No,” replied Tracey. “I think the switch is just a starting point. I mean, who got me hooked on anal beads? Are you seriously going to claim Stan was into that?”

Gretta giggled. “No, I just thought they might be interesting.”

“Still,” Tracey mused, “I wish I knew what happened to that mobile.” She noticed her lover was still giggling. “What?”

“Last night I snuck next door and hung it from the wind chime!”

Tracey squinted and caught a stray glint from the large chime suspended just beyond where her ex was skewering his rampantly erect companion. “Gretta! You are so bad! I love you!”

“Prove it,” Gretta purred with a smile, and blocked the view with her body.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Another story based on League of legends

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So without waisting more time, here is the story. Enjoy

Caught and innocent

Lux ran through the river the enemy was all
dead except for one member. She was
trying to ward the area before re-spawns
occur. Lux was running as fast as she could.
She was out of breath but she knew that if
she stopped now her team might suffer
from a gank that could result in the game
being lost. As she ran past the bush her leg
got caught on something. She fell face first
onto the ground causing her to drop her
weapon and wards. She turned around to
see that a vine had ensnared her leg. She
kicked her foot trying to free it from the
plant. She managed to get it free, but only
to be grabbed again by another vine. “What
is this?” Lux thought as she struggled to
free her foot. Quietly and quickly more
vines started surrounding the fallen lux.
She opened her mouth trying to scream but
a vine shot itself straight into her mouth it
muffled the sound. Almost choking Lux tried
to spit out the vine. It finally dislodged
itself from her mouth. Lux was kicking
furiously trying to fight off the vines that
were quickly surrounding her. The vines
finally were able to pin down Lux they held
each of her legs and her arms. She was
totally immobilized. The vines slowly
started lifting her up into the air. Lux
looked around in panic. She tried to
scream, but once again a vine snuck its way
into her mouth and choked her. This time
the vine did not retreat out of her mouth
but instead continued to move in and out
of her. More vines appeared and started to
rip off Lux’s armour tearing her clothes off
piece by piece. Lux heard foot steps. She
positioned her head trying to spot the
attacker, but the vines kept jerking her
body. Lux closed her eyes accepting her
fate. a hand stroked Lux’s cheek. Lux
opened her eye’s and saw Zyra the plant
lady standing on top of her. Lux looked at
her with eye’s of plead to let her go. Zyra
smiled and slowly started dancing her
fingers on Lux’s exposed belly. The vine in
Lux’s mouth retreated and proceeded to
finish tearing the remains of her clothes
off. Lux was bare naked, suspended by
vines. Zyra walked around Lux, as if
examining her pray.
“Please let me go.” Lux pleaded. Zyra
frowned and walked over to her and
whispered. “The fun has yet to began.”
With that Zyra gave Lux a faint kiss on the
lips. Lux shocked by this, she tried squirm,
but the vines held her tightly into place.
“Please don’t!” Lux demanded, “I can’t
lose it this way.”
That sentence caught Zyra’s attention. “Are
you?” Zyra spoke but quickly stopped and
smiled. She waved her hand, and a vine
bursted out of the ground and slowly
started crawling up Lux’s thigh. “No, No.”
lux whimpered. As the vine crept to her
inner thigh. The vine started to lightly
caress Lux’s pussy. She whimpered at this
sensation. “Ahhh so it is true.” Zyra
whispered.
With a flick of a wrist more vines started to
come out of the ground. Two of them
found their way to Lux’s breasts. They
wrapped them selves around her breasts.
The end of the vine started to playfully
tease the nipples. Lux moaned. “STOP!”
She gasped as she tried to free herself.
Zyra walked over to Lux and planted her
lips onto Lux’s. “Your gonna enjoy this you
slut.” Zyra spoke as she pulled away from
the kiss. Lux continued to moan. Clear
liquids started seeping from her. “You’re
about ready.” Zyra chuckled.
Another vine made its way to the rear of
Lux and started poking her butt cheeks.
Lux’s eyes widened. “Please no, please.”
Lux continued to whimper. Zyra smiled,
“It’s time.” The vine that was stroking
Lux’s pussy moved in between her slits and
started rapidly moving in and out. Lux
screamed. The vine that was behind her
penetrated her anus and started viciously
thrashing about. Lux was screaming for it
to stop. The vines moved quicker, the vine
in Lux’s clit slowly became drenched as Lux
was reaching her climax. Zyra walked over
to Lux’s suspended body and grabbed her
breasts. She viciously yanked on them
causing the nipples to stand totally erect.
Lux couldn’t take it anymore, with one last
moan her body fell limp. The vine was now
drenched in Lux’s fluid. “There.” Lux panted
“It’s not over.” Zyra said as she picked up
Lux’s head. The vine that was covered in
Lux’s juice moved its way up and stopped
at her mouth. It made rotations around her
lips covering them in the fluid. Finally it
slipt into Lux’s mouth nearly choking her.
Lux tried to scream but with the vine in her
mouth and the pleasure she was receiving
from the vine penetrating her anus she just
moaned. The vine that was below lux
emerged and made its way in between her
thighs. “Ready?” Zyra said as she motioned
the vine to dive into Lux’s tender and
swollen pussy. Lux body tensed up, pleasure
shot through her. The vine retreated out of
her mouth. Zyra leaned in and pressed her
lips to Lux’s. She shot her tonge into Lux’s
mouth and explored her inside. The vine
that was inside of lux removed itself and
went away. It was replaced by one of
Zyra’s fingers. Lux glanced at Zyra. She
tried to communicate a thought but was
soon overwhelmed by the pleasure she was
receiving. Zyra slowly started to finger lux.
Moving that one finger in and out of her. It
was soon accompanied by another. Her
hand speed increased. Lux moaned into
Zyra’s mouth. She knew a second climax
was coming. Zyra Put all five fingers into
Lux, causing Lux to spread her legs as wide
as possible. Zyra moved her whole hand
into Lux’s now cramped pussy rapidly and
relentlessly. Finally Lux’s inner walls
tightened. Warm fluids washed over Zyra’s
hand. Lux’s body now fell completely limp.
Zyra moved her saturated hand to her
mouth and tasted the innocent girl. “The
fresher the better.” Zyra whispered as she
removed her lips from Lux. Zyra examined
the body of the mage once more before
she turned around and walked away. The
vines disbanded and set Lux onto the
ground. Lux slightly opened her eyes to see
the blurred image of Zyra. She immediately
blacked out from exhaustion.
Lux awoke, and found herself in her own
bed. She sat up in a panic. Her body ached
everywhere. “How did i get here?” She
thought to herself. Lux quickly got ready
and headed out the door. She was
determined to find Zyra and have a talk
about what happened. She wanted to prove
to Zyra that she wasn’t a slut.
Fin

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They start off by going out on a date, and the sexual dominoes fall after that.

‘I’m licking my lips as I calmly head to your door, sexy woman. The anticipation is undeniably overwhelming, but I love it. I know you want some time to get ready, but yet, my right hand is coming to the doorknob, and I’m cracking the door open,’ I thought, prior to peeking in there. ‘And my eyes immediately land on your butt which is covered by some pink cotton panties. I can’t help, but to bring up my dress somewhat and let my right hand into my underwear. Now I’m scanning your back over and over again as you only stand in your match bra and panty set and I play with my pussy. Oh, you are stunning, Rose. Why must you test yourself in more than one dress? You will be dazzling in anything you wear. In the end, they’ll be the same.’

She put two different dresses in front of herself many times over just a few minutes. The whole time, I could not part my eyes from her to save my life. She was one in a million, and I felt amazing because of it. Nothing and no one could make me feel different.

I knew it because the angel loved me in the same way. Whether she even knew it or not, she held a giant soft spot for me, just as I did for her. Even though I knew for sure I’d be getting action from her after our date; I couldn’t resist the urge to see her underdressed.

My whole figure shook around, but I didn’t give away my location. I just bit my tongue and rubbed my twat ever so slowly as the show went on for another five minutes. Then Rose slipped into one of the dresses.

‘Oh, I was wrong, the red strapless dress is the one for you. Screw that blue one, red is for you, angel,’ I thought, breathing heavily. ‘I can imagine myself stripping it off you now ever so slowly. Tonight, I’ll make sure you know just how much I love you. I have a massive heart filled with love to give, and I want to be your exclusive dealer. I certainly do hope you return the favor, Rose. You unquestionably are a rose, and you have bloomed into one gorgeous woman. I know Lil noticed, but I knew it before I even saw your video, you naughty young lady. Now, I’ll take you on a date you’ll remember forever. Incest is a dish best-served smoking hot, which you are. I know we were the only ones in the house, so I’ll let myself be in plain sight in the hallway. I still know it is wrong deep down, but love makes you do crazy things. Little did I know, incest love is even worse, Rose. You’ve made me the sexist and happiest mom in the world.’ 

My eyes closed about halfway, and I felt to be dreaming. I saw everything else around the sexy goddess, but it nearly seemed like it all faded away. That could have just been the result of the perfect formula which was me playing with my cherry while watching her brush her hair.

‘I’m next to positive that she has no idea that I’m watching her, but of course, when you are doing something naughty, you just know somehow you might get caught. I am taking the risk anyway and maintaining my position for the time being. Even as you’re fully clothed, I can’t help it. You seem like crack to me now; only it was much more pleasurable with no bad aftertaste or coughing. All I have to do is look at you, and that’s it. I don’t need to prepare myself or get in the mood. You’re like my little blue pill.’

After a full five minutes, I bent down somewhat. “Shit,” I muttered, attempting to keep it together.

“Mom?” Rose asked, peeking towards the doorway.

“She shouldn’t be able to see me behind this dresser, but crap, I hear footsteps, and now ser her come in front of me,” I whispered.

I just smiled with a guilty face, and neither of us spoke a word. The beauty girl knew for a fact what I was doing as she could see my hand down my panties.

‘I know she isn’t upset, but she isn’t happy either. Damn, my heart is racing now. She is elegant and making me nervous now. I can’t help it; I hope I didn’t fuck this up.’

My body vibrated and then her hands went to her hips. Even then, I still couldn’t make myself take my hand out of my undergarments. I just seemed to be waiting her out. She only made me wait a moment before her hand came towards me.

I grabbed onto it with my free hand, and she helped me up. My mouth was about to open, but she brought both of her hands to my lips. She shook her head no and laid a few kisses on my right cheek.

‘Okay, she isn’t upset, but I can’t stop masturbating,’ I thought, exhaling deeply. 

We stayed silent again as we just had a staring contest. I had no idea what to think, or even if Rose would want me to say anything. Although, she did the talking for both of us as she nonchalantly grabbed my busy arm.

She lazily tugged on it and pulled my hand out. My juice dripped off it, and then she brought it up towards her face. My mouth opened up wide as she let my fingers into hers. She sucked off every single drop of juice she could get and had me jerk around a bit.

My dress went back down, and a few seconds later, she let my hand down and closed the gap between us. Her lips came onto mine, and she encased her arms around me too. I felt the instant urge to return the favor.

‘I feel like I’m dry humping her a bit, but she is showing no signs of disgust.’

Although, that only lasted for a moment before she let go of me and released my lips. Still, nothing was said, but she put a small gap between us and lifted up her dress.

I fought the desire to utter anything and even brought my hands over my face. “Damn, those are wet panties, Rose.”

“I know, now are you ready to wine and dine me, Mom?”

“You are under twenty-one though, you can’t drink wine.”

She came towards me and kissed me once. “Incest is illegal too, Kate, but that is a sexy purple dress though. We shouldn’t give away that we’re mother and daughter if one has a strapless dress on, and the other doesn’t.”

I offered no counteroffer, but she put her hand out. I calmly took it, and she turned off her light. I felt more energetic as we just strolled down the hall. I kept a lid on it for the time being, and we actually went on a mother/daughter date.

I found myself wholly in uncharted territory as I hadn’t been on a first date in over twenty years. Then you add the fact that Rose was my daughter, and that left me nervous, but happy. I took her to one nice restaurant, where you had to make a reservation.

I indeed planned on treating this as a date, rather than a meal with her. I sat across from her towards the middle of the place. Even as it was cool in there and we’d only been for a minute, I felt to be in a sauna.

We looked at each other, but I couldn’t keep eye contact for long, so she lazily brought her palms to my wrists. “Don’t be so fearful, Mom. You are going to get lucky tonight. Dad won’t be home, and I surely have some fun stuff for us to try.”

“No kidding, Rose?”

She nodded and blew a kiss.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t mean to be shaky; I can’t help it.”

She slowly leaned across the table, but left a one-foot gap between us. “Would you feel better if I climbed underneath the table and ate you out? You’ll do anything for your daughter, well, I’ll do anything for my mom.”

I immediately grinned and pictured that proposal. I twitched back and forth a couple of times before she leaned back. I could only guess she knew the answer, but she blew me another kiss. A moment later, the waiter took our drink and food orders.

After he left, Rose yanked her dress down just a little bit to make her crack a little bit bigger. She seemed to be pulling my strings effortlessly, and I all I could do was sit back and let her. She knew the sexual tension was there, so all bets were off.

We both stayed silent, even after our drink orders had shown up. It seemed like we were in a game of chicken, and neither of us seemed willing to give in at all. I had juice flowing out my slit nonstop, and I was sure Rose had the same issue.

“Fuck it, you win. I have to talk to you, hun.”

She giggled somewhat and crossed her arms. “Spill it, Mom.”

“Do you just like the ladies now, or you still like guys too?”

“I’m bisexual. I did turn down an opportunity to be filmed with a guy. He would have been my step-dad in that scene, but I figured you’d be much more upset if you found out about it. The video was just a one-time thing, and I never thought you’d come across it,” she explained before sighing. “Thanks to Lil, you did.”

“Not true, I already knew about it, but please don’t be upset with her, Rose. She is like a sister to me, I can’t stand you being mad at her,” I pleaded, grabbing her hands.

“Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t hold it against her,” she mentioned before she leaned over and kissed me.

She sat back down and smiled at me. “So, did you enjoy watching me a little while ago?”

“Yes, and every time I watched your video too. Is it very taboo, and it makes me feel so wrong, that it feels right. Incestuous relationships are wrong, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rose. You are a woman’s woman: stunning; you know the way around a woman and are eager to please too. Did you make Lil feel good before I caught you?”

“Yes, if I fuck my mom’s best friend, then I’m gonna make her feel good, Mom. As you felt, I ate her pussy and licked her labia to make her feel better than a whole new woman. I’ll do the same for you every time you want me, I promise. Please don’t judge me, Mom,” she said before taking a breath. “I love pleasing women, and I’ll do it for any woman that wants it from me. Lil got around to breaking out the ‘B’ word, but it seemed a little awkward to say the least. It still sounded like blackmail, even though she made it clear she had a crush,” she explained before a pause. “So, if you wanted me, and you never caught us fooling around, would you ever have told me about your incestuous crush, Mom?”

I broke eye contact and moved back a bit. I kept my hands on hers, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I never really thought about her question, but she deserved an answer.

“I think so, babe. Sooner or later, I would have just went for it. We both know that you are getting prettier every day and I’m still a horny bitch that has to get what she wants eventually.”

“And you wanted me, Mom? Even though I’m your flesh and blood daughter?”

“Yes.”

“What about dad though? I’ll let you commit adultery because of how much I love you, but you can’t repeatedly cheat on him. He deserves that much, don’t you think?”

“Maybe, but you aren’t going to let him know about this, are you? I desire to be with you, but I don’t want to break up our family though. You two mean everything to me, but you have some sexual hold over me now, babe. I don’t mean to put it badly, but all of my cards are on the table. Just getting a taste of you just made me want you so much more. Honestly, I thought if we did get involved even a little bit, I’d be better off afterward.”

Then we had another silent staring contest, but smirked at one another. It seemed like we had a lot of chemistry, but I just didn’t know what it would be good for in this context.

‘She made the perfect point about me cheating on her dad. I’m not sure how to feel about that, but as I told her, she has a sexual hold over me. I can’t help, but to keep checking her out, mainly her crack. Now I’m bitting down on my bottom lip and vibrating too, which is nearly leading me to make a scene.’

“Easy, Mom, if you attack me, management won’t like it.”

“I’m sorry, Rose,” I whispered, angling my head down. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry, Mom,” she mumbled, placing her hands on mine. “We’ve already been intimate, so if you wanted me to run, you failed. I love you.”

I peeked back up and smiled back. “I love you too, Rose. You are everything I hoped you’d be and more.”

“You were hoping I’d be in porn, Mom?”

“Shut up,” I laughed, leaning towards her.

We kissed each other for a few seconds before I sat back down. I cheesed a bit, and I had drenched panties too. I could only imagine that Rose knew, so she accepted me for what I was: a sick bitch that wanted to get her into bed.

 “So, Mom?”

“Yes, dear daughter.”

“That’s ‘dear sexy daughter’ to you, Mom. Dare I ask: what color panties are you wearing?”

“Why do you want to know? How do you even know I’m wearing any, Rose?”

“Well, you are a classy woman, and you sure wouldn’t leave the house without wearing some. You know how to let the imagination of others do the work for you, rather than you just showing the goods. Am I right?”

I stayed silent and closed my eyes for a split second.

“What, Mom?”

“You are spot on, Rose,” I answered, opening my eyes. “You are a naughty devil wrapped in an angel it seems. They are dark blue rayon panties by the way.”

“Well, you love me best that way, Mom.”

We broke eye contact again, and she caressed my hands. I wasn’t sure what to say, or even what we could talk about to fill the gap of our meal. I just knew what the result was going to be and I concentrated on that.

“Mom, may I ask you a serious question?”

I licked my lips and just eyeballed her for a moment. “What, sweetie?”

She slanted her head down and couldn’t seem to let out the words. I immediately felt my nerves cringe somewhat, so I had to clench my fists. After twenty seconds of seemingly dead silence, I bumped the table with my knee.

I jiggled a bit and sat back. “What’s on your mind, Rose?”

“Mom,” she sobbed, peeking back at me. “Whether you liked the reasons why you wanted me or not, why didn’t you tell how you felt? Were you afraid I’d reject you, or want nothing to do with you afterward?”

“Please don’t cry, honey,” I pleaded, grabbing her hands tightly. “I just didn’t put you on the spot, and possibly ruin our mother/daughter relationship. I guess yes to that second one.”

“Okay, but, Mom. If you wanted to get between my legs whether you saw the video or not, you could have at least asked. I love you, and you love me. You are my rock, whenever I have any type of problem I can’t solve myself, who do I come to?”

“Me?”

“Yes, so if you wanted to have sex, you should have at least told me. I’m your only daughter, and you don’t have a son. That only means that we’ve already bonded and I’d certainly think our relationship could withstand a little incest crush. You could have started by saying you wanted to kiss for more than a few seconds, then eventually worked up to us tribbing or sixty-nining. You always tell me I’m your rose and you’re my gardener, so it just seems odd that you couldn’t come to me directly.”

“I’ll remember that next time, babe,” I let her know before I leaned over and kissed her again. “I think it is more than a crush though, Rose.”

She smiled and leaned back. Although, only a few seconds later, she got up and calmly made her way towards me. She put her hand out, and I wasted no time taking it. She helped me up and kissed me again.

“What are we doing?”

“Care to dance, Mommy?”

I nodded and felt tingles going throughout my body. We both slowly made our way to a small space out there, and my darling daughter wrapped her arms around me.

“I like this,” I whispered, placing my hands on her lower back.

“I thought so, Kate,” she said as she began slow dancing.

We held each other somewhat tightly as I couldn’t stop smiling. Rose placed her head on my shoulder as I rested mine right on hers.

I can’t help, but to vibrate a bit. I know my dazzling date has noticed, but she hasn’t said anything,’ I thought before a gap. ‘Wow, I’m dancing with my angel, jackpot. I can’t wait to get right between her legs. I’ll make her love me in many ways she never thought possible.’

We danced for over five minutes before her head went back somewhat. “So, Mom, what do you want to do with me? Please, spare no dirty details.”

I swallowed and began breathing quite heavily too. “I want to eat your sweet pussy, Rose. I want to do it just as you did. I also want to rub my entire face all over your slit too, drenching it over and over again. Could you constantly call me ‘Mom’ or ‘Mommy’ as we have sex?”

“Yes, what else do you want to do? Please tell me, I’m your horny daughter, and I command that you tell me everything.”

I immediately began licking my lips and shuddering a little bit too. Rose knew just what to say to get me hot and horny, and she refused to back down. She did it most lovingly though, by intriguing my sexual need for her.

“Rose, I have juice flowing down my legs right now.”

“Would you like me to lick it off in front of all these people? There has got to be at least one-hundred people here that could see it.”

I cheesed and checked out the perimeter for a few seconds. I already knew the answer, but yet, the sexy lady had me thinking about it.

“It is alright, Mom,” she muttered before coming to my right ear. “You have me all night; there will be plenty of time for that kinky shit.”

“Crap, I want to rip that dress, your bra, and those matching panties right off you now,” I moaned, grasping her butt. “You are my daughter, and I want to fuck the shit out of you, honey.”

“Do you want to scissor with me, Mom?”

“Yes, but there is one thing I just really want to do with you.”

She grinned and leaned her head back. “What?”

I stayed silent for a moment. “Do you promise not to judge me?”

“Mom, I love you, and that ship sailed when you told me you wanted to screw me. You can tell me anything you want, so what do you want to do with me?”

“I want to make love to you, with a strap-on, Rose.”

“You mean you want to have intimate sex with me? As if we’re girlfriends? Oral sex, nipple licking and pretty much everything else is great sex, but love making, Mom? Well, that’s something different,” she clarified before a pause. “Do you really have a thing for me? Like you want to be actual girlfriends where we sleep together? What about dad?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I just want you,” I let her know before I kissed her and peeked back at the table. “Our food is here, let’s go eat.”

We did just that, but our conversation was limited.

‘All the sudden, Rose posed a good question. I told her I didn’t want to break up our family earlier, but I have no idea how I’ll feel after the date is over. Crap, what if I do love her way more than a daughter. She has already made me feel amazing, but having intimate sex with her could lead us down a bad road where I divorce her dad. I can’t do that to her, but she is ravishing. I must her have her, even if it is just for one night.’

“Mom, you are eyeballing my melons. At least don’t be obvious about it.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” I apologized, looking away.

“I want you to make love to me, Mom,” she whispered, leaning towards me. “I want our boobs to come together, our bodily fluids to mix and for us to bring our love for each other to extraordinary levels. Dad doesn’t need to know everything that goes on between us, for all he knows, we’re just having a mother/daughter dinner and going to play a couple of rounds of bowling afterward. Just promise me one thing.”

“What, angel?”

She sparked a single tear and peeked down.

“What, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

I saw more tears appearing on her face as she lazily got up and came towards me.

She lowered herself to her knees and took my hands in hers. “I want you to promise me that nothing bad will happen to us, Mom. Sex can go either way, and if it goes badly for us, I’ll never forgive myself. You are the best mom a girl could ask for, so please assure me we’ll still be best friends after all is said and done.”

I couldn’t help, but to let out a few tears myself. “Well, Lil is my best friend, but of course, Rose nothing bad will happen to us. I’ll remind you again: You are my rose, and I’m just making sure you bloom to your full potential. Your dad will be there the whole time too.”

“Good,” she said before she swiftly came to me and kissed me again.

She placed both hands on the back of my head and made out with me. I knew it was weird to do it in front of all those people, even though they had no idea that we were mother and daughter, but I didn’t give a damn. Rose took the lead, and I surely didn’t stop her.

After three minutes, she managed to get right onto my lap without taking her lips off mine. I placed my palms on her butt and squeezed those cheeks. My entire body shook nonstop as if I had vibrators all throughout my body.

“Damn, you are crazy, Rose,” I moaned while kissing her.

After three minutes, her lips calmly parted from mine. “What do you say that we get out of here now? I find myself dying for you to undress me.”

“And you’ll do the same for me?”

“Yes, but you have to keep calling ‘Honey,’ ‘sweetie’ and all those other daughter nicknames.”

“Okay, princess.”

“No, that one is dad’s nickname for me. You’re cheating, so you can at least not steal his nickname.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” I said before I kissed her.

We finished our dinner, but we failed to speak, and we kept our eyes on one another.

‘I certainly know I’m walking on dangerous ground, but shit, I need this sexual danger.’

After we finished, I got up and escorted her out to the car. I didn’t open up her door, because I thought that’d be cliche. Anyway, we both got in the car, but I snatched her hands and brought her close to me.

‘I guess we’re skipping bowling, but I can live with that.’

I didn’t say anything, and she failed to utter anything either. It seemed just right as the intimacy was perfect. I brought my right hand to her leg and rubbed it for a moment. She returned the favor a few seconds after I started.

Although, after that moment, she leaned towards me. “Mom, this is where you kiss me.”

I did just that, but I pasted my lips onto hers. ‘Damn, my daughter is some woman. She knows how to woo a woman without even trying.’

Her lips calmly came from mine. “You better take me home, dad isn’t gonna stay out all night.”

“We’re not going home, babe.”

“Where are we going then, Kate?”

“I love it when you call me that, but you have to go back to ‘Mom’ when I get you into bed at the hotel.”

“Oh, it better be classy then, Mommy.”

“It is, now enough talking. I’m gonna take you there and make you mine.”

She gave me one last kiss on the cheek, and I then drove us both to the hotel. She managed not to utter a word, but we smiled at each other numerous times. I could only imagine what it would be like to have her all to myself.

Although, as we pulled into the parking lot, I turned off the car and took her hands. “How many ladies have you been with?”

“Not including you, Lil and that chick from the video, seven. I did use a few women to practice on, Mom. Now, take me away already, enough teasing.”

We both got out, I grabbed the bag, and we calmly made our way to the check-in desk. After only a moment, she took my hand, and we made the trip to room 405.

‘She is nodding and smiling, so maybe it’ll be even more magical. She seems impressed with the place.’

We got off the elevator, but she immediately got in front of me. I didn’t say anything because her back was to my front and neither of us ever stopped walking. It only took a minute to make to our room, and she slid the key into the slot.

She opened the door and let me walk in there before her. I strolled towards the queen sized bed and just peeked around for a few seconds as I heard the door close. I felt more juice coming down my legs.

“I like this place, babe,” I mentioned, turning to her.

“I agree, holy shit, you know how to pick them, Mom,” she commended me before she attacked me.

She took me down like it was nothing, and glued her lips to mine before I dropped the bag on the floor. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, angel. Now and forever,” I muttered, encasing my arms around her.

We made out like lesbo pros for over twenty minutes as our bodies rubbed together. Even just through our dresses, it felt amazing. We linked our emotional connections flawlessly. After those twenty minutes, Rose’s lips drifted off mine, and she slowly leaned up. 

She landed on her feet on the floor, and I just examined her as I rose up, but stayed sitting on the bed. She was dazzling, to say the least, but after two minutes, she lazily snatched my hands and brought them to her back. As I figured out the implication, I took in a deep breath.

“I’m right here, Mommy, so take me, if you want me.”

I was about to open my mouth, but she placed her pointer on my lips. “Your brain might be telling you to say things, but resist the urge. Let us come together as one by just performing our sexual desires on one another, Mommy.”

I nodded and nonchalantly unzipped her dress. As the zipper was all the way down, she lazily got out of it and stood in just her bra and panties. I didn’t need to speak then, because she left me speechless.

I just licked my lips as I studied her unbelievable sexy body for a moment. I was biased as hell, but I couldn’t see a single flaw on her figure. I just let my lust and love for her lead me there on out, although, I did follow her order and not speak.

I used my lips for something else as I let them come down on her stomach. She immediately twitched somewhat and placed both of her hands on my head. I was sure that regardless of what happened, there was no way the magic could go down.

‘Oh, she has incredibly soft skin. The skin you would find on an angel,’ I thought before we made eye contact. ‘Don’t worry, Rose. I’m watering you just the right amount and believe it or not; you will be blooming beyond your potential.’

I brought my hands palms to her hips right above her panties and held her tightly. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking around. She began caressing my head and moaning somewhat too. All I did was lay smooches all her stomach, but yet, I had both of us loving it.

I had no choice, but to spark a couple of tears. Rose saw them and did the same. She kept to her word and didn’t speak, but that didn’t stop her from mouthing ‘I love you.’ many times. Even as it was relatively cool in there, I found myself sweating bullets.

My hands gradually made their way towards her crotch. ‘And her pussy is soaked.’

I brought my head away from her, and we just glared at one another. She blew a kiss to me, but then she pointed down. I got the message, and then I calmly slid down her panties. I failed to glance down though; I just wanted to keep the intimacy high.

Although, then I saw her body move as I was sure she stepped out of them. She leaned down and snagged them, but instantly grabbed my hands and brought them back to her back. I cheesed and undid her bra as well. I tugged it off her and dropped it.

 “Go ahead, say something, Mom.”

“You are radiating, sweetie,” I praised, her checking out her figure. “Your beauty is undeniably perfect, and I know I’m going to be enjoying a lot more in the future.”

Her right palm haltingly made it’s way to my cheek. “My turn,” she whispered before she kissed me.

As her lips were on mine, she pushed off the straps on each side of my dress over my shoulders, and it slowly fell off me, showing my bra. After a couple more minutes of keeping our make-out session going, my dress fell right off, and she wasted no time letting her hands come over onto my back.

She lazily undid my bra, and I brought my hands to her boobs. Even then, she barely pulled it off me and refused to let her lips off mine. Although, after a minute, I decided to take my hands off her breasts and let my bra fall to the floor as well.

Our lips stayed together for another three minutes before I ended the make-out session. I took an extra deep breath as we both eyeballed one another again. Rose suddenly stopped on my legs, so I knew she noticed how turned on I was.

She peeked at me for a few seconds and blew me a kiss, prior to lowering herself down to her knees. Our eye contact never broke, even as her tongue hung out and landed on my left leg. She immediately, but gently licked off the juice in a straight line.

I jiggled a bit, but kept my focus on her. She smirked at me again and wrapped her hands around the side straps of my panties. While maintaining constant eye contact, she brought them down to my feet, and I stepped out of them.

She grabbed onto them along with her pair and rose back up with me. She held my pair in one hand and her own in the other. I wasn’t sure what to do, but then she brought my pair right to her face.

‘Oh, she is sniffing my panties with the aroma of my pussy all over them. Now she is closing her eyes and enjoying the high of it now.’

After her personal minute, she opened her eyes and transported them over to my face. Her message was clear, so I took them right from her and took a very deep inhale.

I leaned back and cheesed as much as I could. “Oh, your twat smells like a sexual garden, honey.”

“I know, now take charge, Mom. The woman you love more than anyone else in the world is standing in front of you, and she ready for you.”

“Just tell me if I push you too far,” I told her, sitting down on the bed.

“I will,” she muttered, placing her hands on my head. “Until then, no more talking, Mommy. Now, take advantage of my jugs.”

I took her left nipple into my mouth, and she instantly pressured me a little forward, so I sucked a little more of her nipple in there. I placed a hand on each side of her boob and made sure to hold it tight. I did my best to try to watch her react to the thrill, but I had to deal with it too.

‘Oh, I love my daughter, and her nipple tastes wonderful. It is the perfect size for her breast; I couldn’t imagine it being any better.’

I closed my eyes and began moving my head back and forth. The sexual nirvana spiked up, and I seemed to have her in the palm of my hand. Her moans got bigger and bigger with passing minute, and I even felt some of her juice plummetting out.

Her body was vibrating quite a bit, and she more than eager to please. I knew deep down that there was a lot of love going into this, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the great feelings I knew we both had.

Without warning, I just switched nipples and looked back up at her. She smiled at me again, but it was about to get bigger as I let my right-hand fingers slither onto her pussy lips. I directly felt like there was a fountain down there, so I shuddered a bit.

“Yes, Mommy, pleasure your daughter just like that.”

I grinned as much as I could, but sucked as hard as I could. Rose fought the urge to let out more words, so she slanted her head back and nearly took my head off. Even as she hurt me slightly, I failed to hold back.

I scrubbed her twat nonstop and sucked the life out of her nipple as well. ‘I’m making my elegant daughter feel good now. I’m just sucking her nipple and playing with her cherry, so I’m going to make her feel so much better than that MILF did that video.’

“Fuck, I was wrong, you can talk all you want, you dazzling, but incestuous floozy. Suck that nipple like it is a fucking lollipop. Just save energy in those lips, you still have to use them on my cunt too. I’m certainly not just going to let you just use them on my nipples; you have to use them on the sexist part of my body too. You can’t ask me to have sex with you and pleasure me halfheartedly, Mommy. You have to treat your daughter as the passionate wench she is. If you brought us to this classy hotel, you have to do a beyond classy job of thrilling me too.”

My mouth came off her nipple. “Don’t you ever shut up?”

“Not when I’m doing the nasty with my mom.”

“I love your melons too; you certainly get them from me.”

“Thank you,” she replied, leaning down to kiss me. “I only hope I can pass the torch on as the years go by, Kate. You are even more beautiful than you were ten years ago.”

“You think so?”

She nodded and lowered her head to my right nipple. “Keep that hand busy though, and tell me how much you love me frequently too, Mom,” she advised me before she took it into her mouth.

“Oh, you are quite alluring, to say the least, so you must be a seductress. You got me obsessed, so now have your way with me, you tart. You loving and sexy tart.”

Her lips came off my nipple, and her eyes widened. “Call me ‘Sweetheart,’ Mommy.”

“Okay, sweetheart, pleasure your mommy like I’m your ravishing lover.”

“Fine,” she whined before she advanced me down to my back. “I’ll give the best memory you could hope for, Mommy. We don’t want dad to find out, but if he saw us together, he’d be jacking off nonstop and filling up a bathtub in no time.”

“That is hot, sweetie.”

“Have you masturbated thinking about me, Mom?”

“Yes, but please don’t tease me now.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around my legs. “I’ll make you feel good, but you better return the favor though,” she let me know before she let her tongue out.

“Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart,” I moaned, lying my head back. “I’ll do it for you, Rose. Only because I love you,” I sobbed, placing my hands on my tits.

I immediately began rubbing my back on the bed and caressing my bosoms as well. Then I felt a couple of fingers take shelter inside my slit.

“Yes, thrust those fingers in and out there too, my sweet angel. Eat your mommy’s pussy, and make her one happy lady. Fuck, I can’t even see you, but you are making me feel wonderful. I’m fucking crying now, Rose, but keep going. You are just a great young woman with a perfect tongue.”

I felt it rubbing my clit up and down ever so slowly along with her fingers moving nonstop too. She was just the perfect sexy storm, and I loved her more than ever. I even began scrubbing my hooters.

The incest feelings were roaming throughout the room and making me feel better with each passing moment. As every movement of hers came about, I swear I came a little closer to just going nuts. I did my best to keep a lid myself, but my daughter was playing with fire.

“Oh, that slick and loving tongue, Rose. You are in fact blooming now. You are in fact that best woman here, I swear.”

“Shut up, Mom. I want to make you feel incredible, but I need you at least try to be quiet,” she whined, rubbing my stomach. “I’ve only been eating you out for a couple of minutes, but you keep breaking my concentration.”

“I’m sorry, babe, please don’t be mad at me,” I pleaded, glancing at her.

She shot me a dirty look and slowly began climbing up with me. “I’m not,” she made clear before kissing me. “I do want to make you cum before you eat me out, or you make love to me, Mommy.”

“I’m sorry, Rose.”

She pecked my cheek and lazily went back down to my slit. She blew me a kiss and slowly inserted a couple of fingers again. I saw her lips touch down on my pussy lips and kissed them all over for a moment as she let her fingers in and out slowly.

She didn’t need to please me; she had the thrill all locked up. I couldn’t possibly escape it, because she had me wrapped around her little finger, and I loved it that way. We kept our eyes on each other for the time being, but then she let her tongue back into my pussy, and she closed her eyes.

“I can be whatever you need me to be, angel. A sex goddess, a queen or just a casual fuck buddy. Whatever you want me to be, consider me ready for you,” I let out before I slanted my head back again.

I positioned my hands onto her head and just kept them in place. They moved right along with her head as I felt her eat me out as the pussy munching princess she was. She failed even to take my lips into her mouth as she did the video, but it didn’t matter.

She just needed to rub that tongue on my pussy walls effortlessly. Whether in a circle, from side to side, up and down or anyway she found to make me feel good. I desired to look right into her eyes as she committed this felony, but I found myself nearly paralyzed with pleasure.

I just envisioned the sexy spectacle in my mind, which I had no issue doing. My mouth opened wide, and I just waited for the moment. The moment where I couldn’t take it anymore and let the woman I loved most in the world have my juice.

“Holy shit, babe, you are the woman I love most on the planet. I love you, and I love everything about you too. Please don’t ever stop being my daughter; please be the sweet and sexual angel you are now. Be this forever.”

I suddenly felt her face moving back and forth, which made her tongue fly around in the process. She washed my lips with her other hand and fucked me senseless without missing a beat. She just was the sexual goddess that I built her to be.

“Oh, fuck yes, Rose,” I cried, shaking around frequently. “Stick that tongue in there as deep as you can. Shove it in there if you have to, but get the whole thing inside my snatch. I’ll stop talking if you do it because then I’ll be too busy cumming all over that beyond stunning face of yours.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, then I want you to come up here with me so I can clean off your face with my tongue. After I have it all off, I want to encase my arms around you. I want to hold you so close to me, that we feel to be just one woman. One soul, one heart, one everything as just let our love grow within.”

“Okay, Mom, but shut up now,” she ordered me before she lowered her head down again.

Then my sweet angel pressed on my pussy lips on each side and balled them up slightly. “I’ll fuck you only in a way that a daughter can do for her mother,” she whispered, gently rubbing my lips calmly. “Does that sound good?”

“Yes, it sounds amazing in fact.”

“Tell me you love me again, Kate.”

“It is ‘Mom,’ bitch, and I love you more than anyone else in the world, I swear on my life.”

She gave me the most devilish grin I could imagine and opened her mouth. She let my twat lips directly into her mouth and instantly began sucking on them.

“Yes,” I moaned, swiftly moving up with her. “That’s the spot, sweetie. Suck those lips and tickle them too with your wet tongue. Do it for me, for the one woman that will never judge you, only support you in literally everything you want to do. If you want me to join your twelve guy gangbang, I’m there ready and willing, Rose. I’ll let you grow so far that you will have to be the gardener and take care of me.”

I felt her suck in even more of my lips, and my tears dropped down like raindrops. I hit the bed several times with my heels, and I seemed to become a little out of control. Although, that only made her more fierce and eager to please.

She used her tongue just as I thought and brushed my lips like it was nothing. My arms went up, and I waved them around right above those nonstop, which caused the bed to shake. It even came off the legs a few times, but it served as no distraction for Rose.

She jumped over those hurdles perfectly and impressed me. I lied back down on the bed and rolled the top half of my body back and forth. Her face just followed my slit, and she kept her game up too.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” I moaned, halting movement. “Here you go, sweetheart. Enjoy the juice of your mommy,” I recommended, peeking back at her.

“I will, Mom,” she said, positioning her face right above my cum squirt gun.

I watched her just eyeballing my pussy nonstop while I rubbed my breasts ever so slowly. From one second to the next, I suddenly felt like I was about to give birth. My slit was ready to shoot out my cum, and she was prepared to accept it from me.

I gave an extra large dose of that juice which was solely because it was her that made it happen. I pushed myself as hard as I possibly could for as long as I could too. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t see the miracle, but I felt it vividly.

The intense, clear and pleasurable picture where I could clearly see me splashing my juice all over my daughter’s face cemented itself in my brain. I didn’t need to see it physically, but I had it an emotional picture which was priceless.

After it was all said and done, I found myself unable to move much. All I could do was try to deal with the pleasure both physical and emotional. I felt to be frying in an oven, but I felt fantastic. The mental feelings rose again as I felt my daughter climb up on top of me.

She kissed me once. “Aren’t you going to look at me, and wash my face, Mom?”

“Of course, angel,” I muttered, opening my eyes.

We looked at each other not as mother and daughter, but lovers. I felt the feelings, and they were making me tingle. I knew they were there, but I couldn’t fight them.

“You are beautiful, Rose,” I complimented her, softly placing my right palm on her cheek.

“More than an angel, Mommy?”

“Yes,” I answered before my tongue came out, and I brought it to her face.

I licked my juice right off her face as if it was an ice cream cone. I closed my eyes and blindly did the work faultlessly. I heard her moan a bit and she shuddered somewhat as well. She grabbed onto my arms and held them tight, but not too tight.

As I tickled her, she squeezed my arms a little bit. I didn’t mind as I loved the results I got directly from her. I also felt her leaking out some juice down towards my slit, so our mother/daughter relationship indeed soared.

“That was amazing, Mom,” she mentioned, getting onto her side. “I had no idea you were this sexual or you had a lesbian side.”

“Even after over twenty years with me being your mom,” I pointed out, getting onto my side too. “You’re still learning things about me.”

As I was, we just glanced at each other again. Neither of us said a word for over five minutes, but we both smiled and licked our lips slightly. I had an idea jumping through my mind, but I just wanted to hear my ravishing daughter speak first.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

She kissed me once again, but then she slowly lied down on her back. I just watched her as she glared right back at me. I rose up to my butt as she calmly brought her hands down to her twat. My eyes widened, and my entire body vibrated too.

“I’m ready for you, Mommy,” she let me know, spreading out her pussy lips. “Fulfill your incestuous fantasy.”

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Story of fiction. Loosely based on an unrealistic movie situation. Created in the warped interior of my kinky mind.

Nina had everything that Thomas wanted in a dancer and a lover. She was a delicate flower, but also someone that could show a dark side if he could just help her unleash it. Nina just
wasn’t comfortable enough in her body to fully liberate herself from the iron jaws of an oppressive, manic depressive mother. She was innocent by nature and the spotlight of New York City would just eat her up, Thomas knew this. This issue had also came front and center in his life when he decided to cast Nina in the lead up an upcoming performance.

Much to the chagrin of Lilly, a raven-haired beauty, Nina got the starring role. Nina wasn’t as innocent and this was obvious to Thomas the first time he set eyes on her just a couple years back at a recital in upstate New York. However, to Thomas there had to be a happy medium between innocence and pure sexuality….Lilly just didn’t have that.

This is where the story of the breaking of Nina began.

On a cloudy October night, with New York City hopping like it always does, the group was set to rehearse for their upcoming show. The clouds and rain made it nearly impossible for Nina to show up in her usual pristine manner. She walked into the building sopping wet, shoes squeaking across the just shined floor. To Nina there was nothing worst than this. After all, the petite looker always prided herself on her appearance of perfection. Maybe this had to do with her mother being dancer when she was growing up, but this mentality was quickly getting the best of Nina. It made her give off an aura of innocence that didn’t translate well to the part that she was cast into.

Lilly noticed this, and with her more dominant mentality coupled with the fact that she wasn’t cast as the lead, this was something she was going to run with. Thomas, on the other hand, saw Nina walk in shyly and embarrassed and really wasn’t having any of it. She needed to be more forceful and confident in her own skin. As the rehearsal got going it was clear that Nina wasn’t on her A-game. She fell off the the hands of a male costar and fell to the ground. On the next scene she just slipped, her silhouette figure plummeting to the hard surface once more. What’s wrong with me? Nina asked herself, obviously still shaken from making an entrance that was nowhere near perfect.

“Stop, rehearsal is over..You can all go home, except Nina. I need to see you in my office NOW!!!!!” Thomas exclaimed in a rather matter of fact way. It was apparent to Nina and everyone else that he wasn’t a happy camper. All the other cast members quickly picked up their belongings and exited stage left. Nina, still in a consistent state of frustration just laid their on the floor, waiting for them all to leave, never looking up once.

“Well Nina, are you coming?”

The skinny, but extremely beautiful young female followed Thomas like Bambi’s mother would follow The Great Prince of the Forest in the Disney classic, submissive as could be. Once in the office, Thomas asked one simple question. “Do you have what it takes to be Odile? Because I don’t think you do.” Arms crossed around his chest. Still looking to the ground, Nina uttered silently, “Yes, I do. Just give me another chance.” This response didn’t please Thomas in the slightest, “Why are you so uncomfortable in your own skin? You need to take control, you need to become more aware of your sexuality… Of your surroundings.” This response obviously took Nina by surprise. Why would he say that to me? She thought to herself, fetching enough inner-strength to look at the imposing figure in the face. “Listen Nina” Thomas walking closer and then pushing the tender soul against the wall, grabbing her by the back of the head and laying a passionate kiss on what was an obviously virgin body. “This is the sexuality you need to show. This is the the pure passion you need to show.” Nina, not feeling any of it, ran out of the office and into her dressing room, leaving Thomas behind as frustrated as he could possibly be. All he was trying to do was give her an example of human sexuality and should couldn’t even take it. This wasn’t going to work.

About five minutes passed when Thomas heard a knock on the door. “Come in Nina.” Thomas stated sifting through papers, anger still obvious in his voice. Then pops in Lilly dressed in a short black miniskirt and shite halter top, apparently ready for another romp on the town. “What are you doing here Lilly, I told you guys to go home an hour ago.” Asked Thomas in a perplexed voice. “Well, I overheard your conversation with Nina and I have an idea.

The conversation continued for quite some time. All the while, Nina was busy wiping the white makeup off her face and loathing in her own existence. There she was sitting in front of a mirror just an hour after he might have ruined her big break on stage. As was the case with Nina, perfection caused the innocent flower much pain that night. Wiping makeup with one hand and scratching up her back with the other. Welts were apparent on her exposed shoulder, which caused much more uncertainty for Nina, fully knowing her mother wouldn’t stand for that.

Then a knock on the door followed by Lilly walking in. “What do you want Lilly, I am not in the mood.” Walking closer to Nina, the voluptuous beauty patted her on the head and said “Dear, it is going to be okay. You have a bad night, not a big deal. Remember, there is always tomorrow and perfection isn’t everything.” With a dumfound look on her face, Nina responded “Maybe for you, your just a backup performer. I am the main star that I was always destined to be and might have blew it tonight.” This didn’t make Nina any friends with her co-star.. Lilly, thinking to herself…This bitch thinks she is better than me. She thinks she is better than us. Thomas only gave her the job because he thought he could get some virgin cunt. I am going to show this bitch right now. Not wanting to show any signs of anger, Lilly backed up a few steps and said “Hey I was just trying to help you. Don’t have to be so rude about it.” As Lilly was preparing to leave the luxurious dressing room that she always thought belonged to her, Nina responded “I am sorry, it has just been a long day.” Not wanting to have any more of this conversation, Lilly said “it’s cool” and left the room.

The next thing Nina knew, it was 10:00 at night and she missed the last subway out of town. What am I going to do? She thought to herself. Looking over to the other end of the room Nina figured that she could just sleep on the loveseat and be done with the night. Fully unclothing with an exception of her panties and and bra, Nina depressingly made her way to the couch covering herself up with a long bath towel.

“Hey Thomas, we have her the way we want her..Let’s do this shit.” Nina hearing background voices in the room, sounding a bit like Lilly. In an instant Nina sprung to her feet and saw Thomas and Lilly standing right in front of her. “What do you guys want? I missed the last subway home and was trying to get some sleep.” Need exclaimed looking down to the ground embarrassed by her appearance. “Hey bitch we want you. We are going to have you. Now take it like a good girl” Lilly responded in a stern voice, throwing the small brunette back on to the sofa.

Thomas then jumped on Nina’s back grabbed rope that was used for the rehearsal that night and tied her hands behind her back. “You might act all innocent slut, but we all know what is pent up inside that soft exterior,” explained Thomas. “Now take whats coming to you” as he bent Nina over the sofa, ass up in the air, kicking her legs apart. Without warning Lilly grabbed the remaining rope and tied Nina’s legs spread across each end of the loveseat. Before Nina knew it, she was nearly naked in front of two people, spread in a vicarious position, thinking to herself……What are they going to do? They cannot be thinking of doing. Voice in her head cut off by Thomas ripping her panties from her crotch, leaving a weltering red spot between her thighs. Unbuckling his belt, Thomas positions himself behind Nina and slides his cock in her virgin pussy, not saying a word. “No, no, no….You cannot be doing this…Stop..Please, oh God, please.” Nina exclaimed in a frantic voice. Without hesitation Lilly started stripping naked, obviously turned on by the scene. “Hey Nina, you thirsty” She asks in a sarcastic manner, while her victim is about to get impaled by a rather length 10 inch cock. “What do you mean? No…Please, just stop.”

Lilly jumps on the other side of the loveseat, spreads her legs so they’re supported by each end of the object and starts to straddle Nina’s facing forcing the girl to look up. “Lick my pussy slut….’no, no, no” she is interrupted by frantic pleads. Not thinking about anything else other than getting her cunt licked, Lilly forces her pussy lips onto Nina’s face, reaching down and closing off her nasal passages. “Mmf, mmf, mmf, mmf, Nina holds her breath for as long as possible before opening her mouth to the waiting pussy of her co-star. Just as this happens Thomas jams his cock half way into Nina’s cunt, deflowering the beauty and forcing her face forward and mouth into Lilly’s waiting pussy. “Lick it bitch, lick it,” exclaims Lilly excited by the whole seen.

There Nina is, just a few hours after embarrassing herself on stage, the meat in a bi-sexual sandwich directly out of a horror movie. Why me? I didn’t do anything to deserve this. Nina thinks to herself as she is unable to let out anything tangible with Lilly forcing her cunt on the previously innocent young beauty. Thomas slides in further, softly kissing the self-made welts on Nina’s back and asking “We know you can be Odette, but it is time to be more like Odile.” Is this what he meant by sexually liberating me. They’re just raping me, nothing liberating about this. Nina once again in her own mind. “That’s right bitch…Time to prove you can be the ‘Black Swan,” states Lilly as she is humping her pussy onto Nina’s face. Thomas bucking harder and harder into Nina, the victim screaming into Lilly’s cunt, making the assaulter even more excited by the whole scene and the hot mouth entrenched into her cunt lips.

Not able to hold back anymore, Thomas drives his cock all the way in Nina’s previously virgin cunt, balls slapping against her tender, milky thighs. Then in an instant, Thomas unloads his seed deep into her womb. Not wanting to be overshadowed, Lilly comes and squirts a tremendous amount of hot female juice all over Nina’s face.

Nina wakes up on the loveseat about four hours later. She looks around, there is no one in the room. There is no sign of the rope that was used in her rape, or the juices that must have dropped from her ravaged body during the brutal attack…But, Nina knew it happened…It was too real not to have happened. But, where were those welts that Thomas caused by ripping her panties?

Ten minutes pass and there is a knock on the door, walks in Lilly again. “What the fuck did you guys do to me last night?” Asks Nina, demanding an answer and running psychotically towards Lilly with a baton in her hand. “You guys fucking raped me.” Thinking the entire seen was funny, Lilly responds, “Did someone have a wet dream about me?” “No, no, no, no…You guys raped me.” Nina, clearly flustered, replies. Then in an instant, not even knowing how it happened, the “Black Swan” comes out in Nina as she takes the baton and whacks Lilly over the face with it three times..Blood dripping to the floor. Oh my god, did I just do that? Nina asks herself, her co-star dripping blood and unconscious on the floor. Shit, shit….Nina feels the pulse of the raven-haired beauty on the floor, thank God, she is still alive.

But, to Nina this doesn’t change the fact that she was raped. She knows it was real, she knows it happened. Why else would she have scratches on her pussy? Nina drags Lilly to the loveseat, grabs two pairs of stalkings, one white and the other black, and ties one around Lilly’s neck and the other forcing her arms behind her back. Trying to figure out what to do, Nina locks the door and comes up with a plan. This bitch is going to feel the full wrath of my ire, of my frustration. Patiently, well not so much, Nina waits for Lilly to wake. Five minutes pass and Lilly finally comes to. “Good, your awake bitch. Time for you to feel the pain of turning on a fellow sister.” Nina lifts up Lilly’s black skirt, moves around to her somewhat bloodied face and shows her the baton. “Be a good girl and take it.” All the while Lilly is screaming bloody murder, there are knocks on the door, it is obviously Thomas hearing the commotion in the room. “Take it slut.” States Nina as she jams the baton in Lilly’s pussy from behind.

Not being nearly as nice as Thomas was before, Nina attacks her victims pussy with the full wrath of years of pent up sexual frustration, sticking six, then seven, then eight, then nine inches into Lilly’s bloodied pussy. Harder and harder Nina fucks her co-star as hard as possible, pulling out then jamming it back in, while slapping Nina’s ass. “Someone help, help, help, she is going to kill me…Help, help, help…Oh God, someone please help me. This is tortured..Oh, God.” Lilly stating in a completely blubbering manner. “Take this fake cock you stupid fucking cunt…You piece of shit fuck toy.” Nina, obviously having an out of body sexual experience, responds. Then in an instant the door is broken down. Nina backs up, the baton still lodged in Lilly’s pussy,. “What the fuck are you doing Nina?” Asks Thomas in a relentlessly frantic tone.

“Just sexually liberating myself baby. See, now I can be the perfect Black Swan that you have always wanted. That I have always wanted to be. I am finally perfect, I can play both roles now.” Nina states, pulling the baton from Lilly’s ravished pussy and walking out of the room. “See Thomas”, Lilly removing herself from the loveseat and wiping blood from her thighs, “I knew Nina had it in her.”

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