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She didn’t know she was Dessert!

Once again, Wu Mei was exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly. She’d been working at the pizza parlor from 10am to 11pm all week because, as usual, her mean boss Benny let everyone else go home early but made her work late. She was exhausted and anxious to go home to sleep.

She came to America 3 years ago, 42 yrs old, couldn’t find a good job and her husband was refused entry because he did something stupid back in Shanghai. Wu Mei couldn’t even afford airfare to visit him. Three years without a husband and Wu Mei had few friends. How could she find friends when she worked such long hours?

It was 5 minutes to 11pm, she could go home in just a few minutes. Waiting, she remembered two terrible incidents that had happened to her over the past year. One time she had delivered pizza to a couple of college boys who had invited her in, slipped her strong wine and then violated her body. She shamefully remembered co-operating rather vigorously. She was too ashamed to tell anyone and blamed it on exhaustion and the wine. She had never been able to tolerate even a little wine. Another time, at Easter, she had been delivering chocolate treats at a hotel in her extra part-time job and somehow woke up in the early hours of the morning naked in the hallway. She could not remember what had happened but again felt deeply shamed. She hoped nothing like this ever happened again. To make sure, she carefully stayed away from any kind of alcohol.

Poor Wu Mei, this was about to turn into a very bad day!

She overheard Benny talking on the phone.

“OK, OK, so I forgot. Yeah, I’ll send her right away. Enjoy your party and don’t get too drunk”

Benny turned and said, “Where’s Sally? She’s supposed to be the waitress at my son’s party.”

Wu Mei said, “You sent her home early.”

“Mrs. Zhou you be the waitress then. Get going.”

“Can’t. Last bus 15 minutes. Need go home.”

“Do my son’s party or get another job. I’m real nice to you and let you work 14 hours a day and this is the way you repay me? Get over there right now, don’t screw up and don’t be late for work tomorrow.”

Wu Mei was so tired, she cried all the way to the party.

Ringing the doorbell, Wu Mei waited bleary-eyed at the door dressed in her waitress uniform; black shoes, black socks, short black skirt, starched white blouse and black bow tie.

Benny’s son Tony answered the door. “You’re late! Go serve the food. We’re hungry. Hurry up or I’ll complain to Dad.” Tony was really pissed off when he saw Wu Mei. He had expected young Sally who could always be relied on to serve her “special dessert”. After all, that was the whole point of the party. This old Chinese woman obviously wouldn’t provide that service.

Wu Mei quickly found the trays with cheese, crackers, veggies and dip in the kitchen.

Returning to the living room with a tray she walked about as the guests grabbed snacks from the tray. There were only 6 guests: 4 men including Tony and 2 women one of whom was a young black girl. All of them looked a bit tipsy. Most rudely demanded she fetch another beer. She was shocked at their complete lack of manners.

As she turned to get the drinks, a hand slapped her bum. She swung around to tell off which ever man had the nerve to touch her body. There was no man, just the black girl, who had introduced herself as Chantal, smiling at her warmly, her red blouse unbuttoned half way down giving an giving an excellent view of her bare, brown breasts. Wu Mei wondered how the man got away so fast.

Coming out of the kitchen with 6 opened beer bottles on the tray; Wu Mei met Chantal waiting at the door.

Chantal took a beer and said, “Why don’t you have one yourself? You look thirsty.”

Wu Mei replied, “Can’t. Working. And wine make me not good.”

Chantal continued, “You still look thirsty and tired. I’ll get you some chocolate milk. By the way you have a nice name Woo May.” Chantal’s blouse seemed to have come further unbuttoned exposing her tantalizing belly button.

Wu Mei thought Chantal was a nice girl for talking to her so she smiled and said, “OK. I drink milk. My name, Wu Mei. Means ‘Fifth Daughter’. Wu is five. Mei is daughter.”

“Well Fifth Daughter, you go give the rest of them their beers.” Chantal went into the kitchen found the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Creme in the fridge, poured a large glass, giggled to herself and went back into the living room to find the Fifth Daughter.

Returning with the empty tray, Wu Mei met Chantal just leaving the kitchen. Thanking Chantal for the “chocolate milk”, she stopped to drink it down in one gulp before returning to her duties. Odd taste and why was Chantal grinning so hard? As she entered the kitchen, she heard Chantal calling to the other guests, “Dessert will be served shortly”. Wu Mei was puzzled; there was no dessert anywhere in the kitchen.

Coming out with another tray of food, Wu Mei heard someone say, “Kitty, kitty, here comes the pussy.” She looked around but there was no cat in sight. By now, the Irish Cr? combined with her exhaustion was starting to have an effect. The room started spinning slowly. As she reached the sofa, the spinning suddenly got faster and she felt herself falling.

Tony caught the tray before it hit the floor. The others simply laughed as Wu Mei fell over one arm of the sofa landing on her back on the cushions. Her legs draped over the sofa arm, her short skirt slid back to her waist completely exposing her thin white panties.

Chantal giggled, “Fortune cookie for dessert. Let’s open it up and see what kind of fortune is inside. I get first crack at the pussy.” Everyone laughed and gathered around the “dessert”.

Luigi was first to open the cookie. He reached for Wu Mei’s short black skirt and pulled it down her well-toned legs, picked up her feet, finished pulling the skirt off and tossed it in a corner. They heard Wu Mei let out a soft sigh as Luigi dropped her feet back over the sofa arm.

Susie was next. She unbuttoned the five buttons on Wu Mei’s crisp white blouse. Although she let out another soft sigh, Wu Mei seemed unaware that she was being undressed.

Stepping back, Susie and the others admired Wu Mei’s soft belly and her silky, front-fastening bra. Gary reached down, lifted Wu Mei forward, slipped the blouse off her arms and pitched it across the room.

Now the six of them briefly admired Wu Mei’s soft belly, her firm breasts covered by the silky, front-fastening bra, and the thin white panties not quite concealing her dark, straight-haired pussy. The black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes provided a very pleasing trim to their fortune cookie.

John unsnapped her bra flipped the two halves off her mature but still firm bosom as her light-gold boobs slowly rose and fell with her sleepy breathing. The nipples hardened when John playfully tweaked them.

Tony leered, took her thin panties in his fists, tore them and yanked them off her now fully exposed body.

Someone called out, “Leave the bow-tie and socks on, they look cute.” So they left her dressed in her black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes. Her arms lay stretched over her head, her boobs still rising and falling gently with her breathing, her legs slightly apart giving them a clear view of her vulnerable, tasty looking snatch. The hair on her pussy was straight and coarse.

Chantal licked her lips, breathed more heavily and said, “I wonder where we should look for the fortune?” She stared directly at the waiting pussy. Losing no time, she tossed her red blouse aside letting her ample breasts swing free, their hard brown nipples proudly on display. Sliding her black slacks off she revealed her lack of panties. The guys watched her curvaceous bare bum and curly black thatch as she kneeled down, draped Wu Mei’s legs over her shoulders, leaned forward and put her lips directly on Wu Mei’s naked pussy.

Chantal quickly went to work. Pulling Wu Mei’s pussy lips open, Chantal found her love button, clamped her lips on it and sucked hard drawing the love button into her hot mouth. She kept sucking as hard as she could, thrashing the love button with her tongue between sucks.

The four men and Susie, the blonde, stood around dropping their own clothes. Tony and Luigi held Wu Mei’s arms just in case. Their cocks stood out straight as they watched Chantal assaulting Wu Mei’s pussy.

Wu Mei, felt something odd. She struggled to recover her senses realizing that, somehow, she was naked and her unprotected pussy was under heavy assault. She tried to struggle but her arms were pinned and she was still weak and dizzy from the alcohol. Her eyes fluttered open. She stared. Four naked men were leering at her. The blonde was massaging a set of balls. The black women was no where in sight. Wu Mei raised her head slightly. Her eyes bulged in absolute shock. A woman, the black woman was eating her pussy. Never had a woman touched her before. She was appalled. She tried to dislodge Chantal by bucking and squeezing with her knees. No good; two of the men just held her knees apart so the black woman could continue her humiliating assault on poor Wu Mei’s undefended pussy.

Wu Mei cried out, “NO! NO! Not touch me!” She thrust her hips upward to knock Chantal off. No good; this merely ground her pussy harder into Chantal’s face.

Chantal’s hungry, hard sucking was unstoppable.

Wu Mei continued to cry out, “Stop! Not do that me! NO!” But the sucking was starting to make her body shake. Her hips started pushing up to Chantal’s face as if they had a will of their own. Wu Mei pleaded again, “Please? No! Stop? Uhh. Oooo. Mmm. Stop? Aiii! Ah ah ah ah.” Her pleas turned to panting and gasping.

Her eyes stared up as Tony straddled her, his swinging balls descending toward her open mouth. She gasped as Tony dropped his sack of balls into her mouth. Surprised, Wu Mei closed her lips around the balls, feeling how they filled her moist mouth. His rigid, short cock rested on the point of her nose, the tip sitting on her right eyebrow. As she watched wide-eyed, Tony started rubbing his cock back and forth on her face. The skin on the end of his thick, short cock slid back leaving the shiny swollen head of the cock to bump against her eye socket. She closed her right eye but continuing staring up at his hard, lean body with her left eye. His chest muscles rippled as he pumped his cock across her face. His balls squished around in Wu Mei’s soft mouth, her wide lips clamped around the base of his balls. As her body bucked involuntarily to Chantal’s merciless sucking, Wu Mei started sliding her thick tongue over Tony’s balls, slowly sucking on his sack.

Tony’s short cock swelled more and more, his thrusts became more rapid. Each time he thrust, his balls pulled up but Wu Mei’s lips firmly held them in her mouth as she sucked greedily on his sack. Soon she saw Tony’s mouth drop open and his eyes squeeze shut. She knew his hard cock was about to explode. She pressed his balls harder with her tongue even as Chantal continued her insatiable assault on Wu Mei’s hot, pulsating pussy. She fault his balls harden and suddenly a hot liquid squirted over her eyebrow, across her forehead and oozed into her coarse, black hair. Tony let out a sigh of relief, slumped, then tried to pull his balls out of Wu Mei’s mouth. That was not possible until he poked her in the cheek. Still his balls came out with difficulty having swollen to twice their normal size.

Tony stumbled over to an easy chair, sat on the floor, tucked two ice cubes under his balls, laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Wu Mei’s mouth, no longer full of Tony’s sack, she was able to continue gasping to Chantal’s assault, “OHHH! Ahahahahah! Oooo!” Her hips squirmed from side to side and still Chantal would not let go.

John pulled Chantal off saying, “Hey. Leave some for me you greedy black bitch!”

Chantal panted, “Let me back in or fuck me. I need a hard fuck like a doggy!” She crouched on all fours, her ample black boobs hanging down, swaying as she stuck out her rear end. Luigi promptly obliged by grabbing her tits from behind and squeezing them hard while ramming his engorged hard cock into her curly black pussy. He lost no time in pumping fast and hard, letting his balls slap against Chantal’s well-rounded ass. He held onto her belly and jammed his cock in as hard and fast as he could. Her big tits swung wildly with each thrust.

Wu Mei didn’t see this because Luigi had laid down on the sofa, picked her up, flipped her over and positioned her over his own long, thick raging cock. His bulging muscles enabled him to swing her body around as if it was a feather.

Wu Mei eyes bulged, seeing the size of his monster rod. She cried out in a panic, “NO! TOO BIG! Hurt me! NO!” She tried pushing at his arms to get away but was unable to escape the powerful bodybuilder.

Luigi didn’t care what she said. When he came to one of Tony’s parties he simply expected to get a juicy dessert and he intended to have a good fuck no matter what the worthless bitch thought. So what if he hurt her? Her problem, not his! Besides this one wasn’t young like the others so she should enjoy whatever she got! And be glad of it!

Luigi didn’t just lower her onto his ramrod, he actually took her and shoved her down hard on it.

His cock rammed so deep and hard into her defenseless pussy that poor Wu Mei screamed, “Oowww! EEEEE!”

Luigi didn’t bother thrusting. Instead he simply raised and lowered Wu Mei up and down on his cock ignoring her feeble struggles. He enjoyed watching her modest 36B tits bounce up and down. Reflecting on her light yellow tinted skin, he thought to himself, “Nice that Tony got an import for the party.”

The monster cock hurt. Wu Mei struggled with all her might but she simply didn’t have the strength to fight this uncaring oaf. She whimpered as his oversize member stretched all her most sensitive parts.

No one showed any sympathy. Susie and Gary started slapping her tits, hard. They laughed as her sensitive nipples became puffy from the slaps.

She cried, “Not hurt me! Please stop! Ooohhh! Uuhhh.”

Susie just laughed again and demanded, “Say ‘I love you’. Come on say it or we’ll slap you silly you useless old bitch.”

Wu Mei cried, “No I not love you. I not old. Only 42.”

Susie slapped viciously this time. Wu Mei’s breasts were turning red from the uncaring slaps. Her cunt hurt from Luigi’s rough handling. Her arms hurt where he held her raising her up and down. She said, “Ok. I love you. Now please stop.”

Susie slapped her tits again, “That’s not good enough. Say it like you mean it. And say it in Chinese.”

Wu Mei sobbed, “Ok. Wo ai ni. Now please stop.”

“What’s whoa I knee mean?” demanded Susie in a puzzled voice.

“Mean ‘I love you’. You said say in Chinese. I did. Let me go.”

“Not so quick. You keep saying whoa I knee until I say stop. I know you love Luigi’s cock cause it’s so big. He must fill you real good. Probably no room left inside. Now you show your appreciation by telling him you love him. NOW!”

Wu Mei sobbed again, “Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Please stop now. Wo ai ni.”

Luigi just kept on shoving her up and down on his cock as if she was nothing but a doll.

Susie grinned, slapped her tits some more, and said, “Now say it English and Chinese. Alternate back and forth and don’t stop. We know you’re enjoying your fucking. Probably the only fuck you got this year.”

Wu Mei desperately complied hoping the slapping would stop; hoping Luigi’s would take her off his enormous rod. “Wo ai ni. I love you. Wo ai ni. I love you. WoainiIloveyou. WoainiIloveyou.” Tears streamed down her face.

Suddenly, Luigi grunted, thrusting upward suddenly with great force and Wu Mei felt his cock bulge even more inside her small pussy as Luigi’s juices shot into her over-used pussy. Luigi tossed her aside and went in search of another beer.

As Wu Mei fell on the sofa face down, she heard a scream.

It was Chantal, “YESSSS! FUCKFUCKFUCK. Ohhh. You’re so good.” John had shot his load into her hot black pussy. Both collapsed onto the floor.

Susie dragged Wu Mei’s legs until they hung over the arm of the sofa, her knees on the floor, her ass sticking straight out. Gary sat in front of her on the sofa, his crotch jammed against her head. He grabbed her hair, hauled her head up and then shoved it down onto his crotch saying, “Suck me you bitch.”

Wu Mei opened her mouth to protest but this just resulted in his limp cock flopping into her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but Gary just shoved her head even harder into his crotch repeating, “Suck me, make me hard. Lick me or I’ll smack your head.”

Wu Mei lay there face down, her mouth closed on Gary’s flaccid member but there was no hardening. Her face was jammed so tightly into Gary’s crotch that she had trouble breathing.

Meanwhile, Susie and Chantal had each grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard making Wu Mei flinch. They then started slapping her ass, Chantal smacking the left cheek while Susie spanked the right cheek. These were not light love taps. The slapping sounds rang loud and clear in the large living room. Wu Mei was unable to evade the vigorous spanking what with being face down and draped over the sofa. She was totally at their mercy, or rather, lack of mercy.

As Gary listened to the loud spanking sounds, his cock finally started to, very slowly, harden. Wu Mei felt his cock beginning to stiffen, bit by bit. But her ass hurt so much. The girls were slapping so hard! She knew her ass was getting very red.

The slapping went on for a long time with Chantal and Susie stopping occasionally to pull Wu Mei’s ass cheeks apart to poke her asshole before resuming their pitiless spanking. Wu Mei’s bum bounced and jiggled, turning red and hot.

Gary’s cock finally ripened in her mouth and he began a slow bump and grind on her mouth. Wu Mei was unable to move. She could only endure the pain of the spanking as she tried to breath with her face jammed on Gary’s cock and balls.

The doorbell rang!

Tony opened the door. “Hi Dad,” he said as Benny, Wu Mei’s boss, entered.

“Just checking. Is Mrs. Zhou giving you good service? Sorry Sally couldn’t come to serve dessert.”

“Yeah Dad. She needed a bit of convincing but she is serving dessert. Did you want some?” Tony waved a hand at the sofa.

Benny listened to the loud slapping sounds, leered and said, “Don’t mind if I do. Those buns look hot and my sausage is cooking.” He laughed at his own joke.

Going over to where Wu Mei lay defenceless, he looked at the bright red marks on her jiggling bum. He put his and on one ass cheek, noted the heat caused by the relentless slapping and said to Chantal and Susie, “OK. Step back. My turn.”

He smirked as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing his raging hard cock. It was short like Tony’s but thicker and darker. His balls hung more loosely than Tony’s. He pulled back Wu Mei’s ass cheeks, and pressed the head of his cock against the exposed, captive hole remarking, “The buns sure feel hot.”

Then he said, “Mrs. Zhou, I told you to serve food and here you are just having fun and games at my expense. Sorry but I can’t pay you if you’re not doing your job.” He snickered at this and started pushing hard against her asshole trying to force it open wide enough to get his thick cock in.

Just as her hole finally yielded and his cock finally popped into her hole, he added, “Mrs. Zhou, don’t be late for work in the morning.” He slammed his cock forward.

Wu Mei felt someone violating her ass. Her husband had never done this before and, at first it hurt a lot. She tried to squirm but couldn’t move. Gary’s thighs were pressed against her ears so she was unable to identify the voice that called, “Don’t be late for work.”

Benny kept banging hard at Wu Mei’s ass laughing, each time he thrust, “Don’t be late for work. Don’t be late for work.” Tony thought this was uproariously funny too as did all of his guests.

Wu Mei just felt even more humiliated as Benny’s cock forced its way in and out of her hurting, red, spankingly hot bum. The feeling of his cock jammed into her like that was shocking. She broke into a sweat as Benny continued ramming her.

Each time he rammed, her face was forced further into Gary’s crotch and Gary’s cock kept jamming into the back of her throat so she almost gagged each time.

Soon Benny erupted, shooting his load into her butt. At the same time Gary’s cock exploded also, filling Wu Mei’s mouth with his hot, salty juice just as she passed out from the violation of her ass.

Benny pulled out, pulled his pants back on and repeated, “Don’t be late for work.” He slapped her ass hard, turned to Tony and said, “Think I’ll go home and get some more dessert from you Mom. Chinese never lasts long.”

Around 9am, Wu Mei woke. She was lying naked, face down on the coffee table. She felt sticky and sore. Looking up she saw 9 people laying on the floor, on the sofa, on each other.

Chantal looked up from where she had been stroking Susie’s pussy (Susie seemed to be passed out.) Chantal smiled and said, “We had some more guests over. They really enjoyed dessert. You better have a shower, some of the guys jerked off all over you.”

Then she added with a bigger grin, “Remember. DON’T BE LATE FOR WORK.”

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“Another man is a threat. Another woman is entertainment,” I told my lady Sarah as I sucked her middle finger. We were in a private room of an upmarket restaurant to celebrate her forty-plus birthday. Dim and seductive lighting and and even more seductive night jazz music. She looked wonderful in heels and a short, body hugging, backless, black cocktail dress.

The waiters were in their mid-twenties, a male and a female, and they were both intent on providing high levels of service and attention for her as she crossed and recrossed her legs for them, displaying lots of wonderful thigh.

The waiters were both aware it was Sarah’s birthday and they were both aware I had organised a special desert for her. I also wanted them to overhear our conversation.

Before we left home for the restaurant in a stretch limo, I had asked her to be naked under the dress I had picked for her wear for me, apart the skimpy black thong with a clip at the side I had also picked out for her. “Does my ass look big?,” she teased as she kissed me with the tip of her tongue as I did up the clip at side of her thong.

“Magnificently big, you know you have given me an ass fetish from the moment you first flaunted it for me,” I told her as I enjoyed sliding my fingers over it.

The stretch limo driver enjoyed watching Sarah flashing her wonderful thighs for him as he held the door for her. We both enjoyed him stealing glances in his mirror while I teased the insides of her thighs with a fingertip. Just before we arrived at the restaurant I gave Sarah the same finger to suck while he watched.

Sarah, is of French descent, in her mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. Her body is still good, both sexes love her legs and ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer. Or was it his preference? Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.

She has a high sex drive, very high. She loves reminding me. “I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked and teased by both sexes.” She lost all her inhibitions between her second and third husbands and she loves having sex with an audience. And she really does enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

She has a tacit agreement with me that she can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, ‘you can watch and masturbate’ she told me. If the second man wants to blow me, she loves to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

Sarah was the centre of attention, just a we both hoped, as we walked through the restaurant and our waiters took us to the private room I had booked.

“You are an incredibly seductive and desirable woman Sarah, And such a natural exhibitionist. The limo driver loved your little show. Two shows, one getting into the limo, then another getting out. I loved watching you flashing you wonderful thighs for him as he held the door for you with most of your thighs on show for him,” I told her as the waiters busied themselves arranging our table.

“I have a feeling you two waiters know something I don’t,” Sarah smiled as she crossed and recessed her legs again for them as I ordered for us.

The waiters were hanging on to our every word as they served the oysters and French champagne with great aplomb. “For me there is an innate power within the feminine. Cultivating that is the key to my well being, success and relationships. You know one of the biggest keys to my commanding presence in a room is to embrace my feminine nature. Which is a runabout and subtle way of telling you I enjoying being bi. I love being licked and teased my males and females. Even better with a third or fourth person watching.”

“Do you remember your last birthday Sarah,” I asked as the two waiters served the lobster and another bottle of French champagne.

“How could I forget. You organized two young boys for me, twenty-years younger. You masturbated while you watched one boy tongue fuck me while I gave the other boy a blow job.”

“Was it the year before when you had two women for your birthday? You were on your back, a pillow under your ass, as one tongue fucked you while the other was licking and sucking your nipples. Then they swapped positions. I can remember the two women watching me masturbate for you.

“I have a feeling you two waiters know something I don’t,” Sarah smiled demurely as she crossed and recessed her legs again for them as while watching me suck two of her fingers, then lick the palm of her hand.

“The special desert you ordered for your lady will be ready at nine-thirty just as you wanted sir,” the female waiter told me as we finished our lobster and they cleared the plates and placed a bowl of ice cubes on the table.

“Happy birthday Sarah, your desert,” both of the waiters told her with huge smiles as they walked in holding hands with a drop dead gorgeous, tall, slim woman, Parker. Shoulder length reddish blond hair, around fifteen-years younger than Sarah. Parker was wearing a heels and a black satin men’s shirt with slits up the side, perfect to wear for the occasion and to show off her magnificent long legs.

Just as I had arranged, the male waiter helped Sarah to stand while the female waiter slowly lifted her skirt and undid the clip at the side of her thong before it fell to her ankles as she and Parker looked at each other.

“Wow, have you ever seen a woman with such a beautifully shaved cunt? And she has a magnificent big ass,” the male waiter whispered as Sarah lifted her skirt a little higher to flaunt her ass for four people.

“Are you finished with us now?,” the female waiter asked.

“No, stay and watch, I love sex with an audience.” Sarah whispered as she sat back on her chair, her legs spread, her dress up around her waist.

“Happy birthday Sarah,” I whispered as I stood behind her. “Another man is a threat. Another woman is entertainment for all of us, you especially, enjoy,” I told her as the two waiters watched on, goggle eyed.

“Happy birthday Sarah, I want to give you a tongue fuck to remember while your friends watch,” Parker told her as she knelt between her wonderful thighs with an ice cube in her fingers. Sarah had her eyes closed, soaking up the pleasure as Parker slid the ice cube along her thighs, then her cunt lips. Then licked her cunt lips with her tongue, a hot and cold sensation. Parker had another ice cube in her mouth, as she licked Sarah with her now icy tongue.

An absolute turn on for me, with our male and female waiters watching me tongue kissing Sarah while she reciprocated with the tip of her tongue while I glanced at Parker tongue fucking her.

There was a knock on the door before it opened and we heard a male voice, “I am Max the chef, was your meal satisfactory? Oh wow, I have never watched that in my restaurant before. I do like it though.”

“Feel free to stay and watch, my lady is an exhibitionist, she loves an audience,” I told him as Sarah enjoyed the extra frisson of another man watching her being tongue fucked by another woman.

Sarah had everyone’s full attention when she commenced moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt Parker, fuckamymycunt, fuckamymycunt,” as she does when highly aroused.

“I want you to squirt for me Sarah, and your audience,” Parker whispered as we all watched, carnal voyeurs all of us, as she slid her middle finger into her and found her g-spot, while continuing to lick her.

I have watched women and men help Sarah, my lady, to squirt with other people watching, though never with an audience quite like this one as she was on the brink. Fuckamymycunt, fuckamymycunt,” she chanted softly as we passionately tongue kissed.

“Oh fuck’ you are so fucking good Parker, fuckamymycunt, fuckamymycunt. Gunna cum, gunna cum, I love it, don’t stop. Of fuck, so good, gunna cum, now, right now, fuck, fuck, fuck, she moaned almost out of control as four people watched her squirt, then squirt some more.

“That was awesome Sarah, an extra and very exciting dimension with all those people watching,” Parker told her in the afterglow as they were sitting and softly kissing. “Will you man be jealous?”

“No. He loves to watch, a huge turn on for him, and me. And the next time he fucks me will be an event for both of us.”

“That was so good, I expected something sexy for my birthday, but not as exciting as that. Three men and a woman watching Parker tongue fuck me was incredible. Did you enjoy watching baby? Did you get a boner watching Parker tongue fucking me?,” Sarah asked on the way home as the same stretch limo driver listened in.

“I still have it,” I told her as the stretch limo driver watched in his mirror as I slid my erection and balls out of my trousers and teased it with a fingertip for him.

“Nine-inches and thick, in case you were wondering,” Sarah told him with a wicked smirk. “Tease me until we arrive home, tantric sex,” she told me as she sat on my erection, while the limo driver ogled her big, naked ass in his mirror.

“Now fuck me, make it an event. I have waited all day and half the night for my birthday fuck,” she told me as soon as we were in the door.

“Parker was incredibly talented,” Sarah told me in the afterglow. “Can I have her again? Can we have her again? How did you find her?”

“She found you and she asked me if she could tongue fuck you, some of your female lovers recommended you. When would you like us to share her?”

“Soon, very soon.”

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The futa has fun cuckolding the imam and enjoying both his wives!

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

Chapter Two: Nova Enjoys the Imam’s Wives

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

July 24th, 2038 – Nova Alfarsi

My nightgown did nothing to hide my futa-cock throbbing hard as I swept through my new living room. I hadn’t had a chance to notice any bit of the house. It had a cheerful look to it, decorated with colorful blankets on the furniture and photos in gold frames on the wall. Sitting around a low, glass table was my new wife, Wahida, and two other women. All three had their hijabs off, their black hair exposed.

They were sipping tea as they stared at me. Wahida had a smile playing on her lips. I had made such sweet love to her last night while our husband watched and rubbed his little cock. It was so exciting being in this marriage.

I was the first futa, one of the thousands and thousands of daughters of Becky Woodward, to come to the Middle East and show the Arab world they could embrace us. I had converted to Islam and married Talib Alfarsi so he could have the pleasure of watching me fuck his wife and join in the fun.

We shared Wahida. She had experienced such rapture last night. Possibly, her first orgasm. Certainly the first time anyone had gone down on her juicy pussy. It was wild. We had such a delicious time. However, my long flight from America had worn me out, and I had fallen asleep after cumming in her pussy.

“Good morning,” I said in English. “Allah be with you.”

“It’s nearly noon,” said Wahida. “Talib said to let you sleep in after your long journey.”

“From America?” the older woman who had joined my wife said.

“Indeed,” I said, coming to join them. “You are Rizwana, yes?”

The mature woman nodded, her cheeks smooth and with all the beauty her years had given her. She was more than a handsome woman. She must have been breathtaking when she was my age, eighteen. She was Imam Hoosam Karimi’s first wife. I had met her last night at my wedding at her husband’s mosque.

“And you are…” I frowned at the younger woman. She was the imam’s second wife.

A naughty gleam twinkled in her eyes as she stared at me. She licked her lips and shifted on the floor. “I am Fahima,” she said. “Allah’s blessings be upon you, Nova.”

I smiled as I sat down beside my wife, my futa-dick throbbing.

“Perhaps we should be going,” said Rizwana. “Your new wife is awake, Wahida. I am sure you two have much… to discuss.”

“To get to know each other?” I asked, grinning at them. “We did plenty of that last time, didn’t we, my love?”

Wahida’s dusky cheeks darkened. She quickly sipped her tea, squirming.

I left, wicked and wild. “She was more virginal than I was last night.”

“Did you and her really…?” asked Fahima. She leaned in, her tongue flicking across her plump lips.

“That is there business,” said the older woman as she rose. “Come along, Fahima. Let’s give them some privacy. What they do is between them, their husband, and Allah. She is his divine gift. How she wishes to… love Wahida is there business.”

“Do you think our husband will marry a futa?” asked Fahima as she rose, grabbing her colorful hijab and draping the headscarf over her hair.

“Perhaps,” Rizwana said. “Perhaps not. That is his decision.”

“I do hope more my sisters come to Saudi Arabia,” I said. “And if not, well, at least I am here. One miracle of Allah to grace your country.”

Fahima glanced at me and her cheeks darkened. She was such a beauty. My futa-dick throbbed even harder as I watched the two leave. They vanished out of the living room in their heavy dresses, hiding any hint of what they might look like beneath their clothes.

I ached to find out.

“You are a naughty one,” Wahida said, “coming out here with that hard cock thrusting against the folds.”

“I can’t help it that I’m horny,” I said, my hand running through her fine, black hair. It was like silk. It was a wonder to enjoy.

She smiled at me. “Right. You heard the sound of women, and that was enough to get a rise out of you. I have heard of you futas. All horny, wanton things.”

I winked at her.

She grabbed my blonde hair. She was definitely less shy than last night. I shuddered as she pulled me to her lips. I kissed her with hunger. My mouth melted against hers, loving the feel of her against me. She groaned, our lips sealing tight. This wicked heat flowed through me as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I loved the feel of her. I loved her boldness as her tongue dueled with mine.

I moaned, our tongue dancing and caressing each other. She tasted so good. I whimpered as her hand found my hardon. She gripped me through my thin nightgown, stroking me. Her thumb rubbed across the pinnacle of my breasts. My dick throbbed, my pussy drinking in the tingles.

She broke our kiss. “You are bleeding through.”

“Huh?” I panted as her thumb kept massaging my cock’s crown.

“Your juices are bleeding through. Cock juices.”

“Precum,” I said. I grinned at her. “What do you expect would happen when you touch me like that?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “It’s like your cock is begging me to drink those juices. Your precum.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said, leaning back onto my elbows, my legs stretching out beneath the low table.

She released my cock and dragged my nightgown up my thighs. I trembled, my body shaking. My futa-dick throbbed as my Arab wife unveiled more and more of my pale legs. The hem went higher and higher. She exposed my thighs.

Then she revealed my cock thrusting from my blonde bush.

My clit-dick sprang out, thrusting up long and hard from the folds of my pussy. My cock, swollen dark with my passion, twitched with my heartbeat. She licked her lips as she leaned her head down.

I grabbed her black hair, sweeping it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face. She was only a few years older than me, her skin a lovely shade of dusky tan. Her lips were plump and wet. They came closer and closer to my cock.

“You make me so wanton,” she said. “You futas are invigorating. I see why Allah made you.”

“Yes, yes, to give pleasure to women like you.”

She smiled at me, pausing in her descent. “You gave me more pleasure than I had in all my life. You made Talib give it to me, too. You are amazing, Nova. I am thankful Allah sent you to us.”

Her head darted down the rest of the way. Her mouth engulfed my futa-dick.

I groaned, my dick throbbing while my thoughts went to that delicious Fahima. The gleam in her eyes. She wanted me. The imam’s wife wanted to enjoy a futa’s passion. I bet she would be wild once I stripped her out of her dress.

Wahida’s hungry mouth slid up and down my girl-cock. My new wife gave me such a treat. I gripped her hair, watching her cheeks hollow as I pictured Fahima in my place. To cuckold not just my husband while I lived here, but an imam…

“Oh, yes, yes, I am so glad Allah sent me here, too,” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that. You’re perfect. You’re making me so happy, Wahida.”

She sucked on my girl-dick. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled out, soaking my bush. My tart passion perfumed the air, rising over the scent of sandalwood incense. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as she sucked and loved my girl-dick.

Her tongue danced around my crown while Fahima filled my thoughts. I shuddered, my toes curling. My cunt clenched. The pleasure built and built in me. That need to cum. That explosive, building pressure that grew and grew in the depths of my cunt. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To flooding Wahida’s hungry mouth with my futa-cum.

It was incredible to enjoy. This wicked delight shot through me. I wanted to enjoy Fahima the same way I could enjoy Wahida. I was an ambassador to the Arab people. To their women. I had to be like my futa-mother.

I had to enjoy as many of them as I could.

“Wahida, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Ooh, you’re incredible. I love you.”

She sucked with such passion. My pussy clenched. My ovaries brimmed with cum. I would fire so much into her mouth. I would flood her. She would be drowning in my futa-cum for the rest of the day. Just reveling in it.

I smiled at her as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue was nimble, dancing, pleasing me as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes glassy. My cunt clenched. This wild heat rippled through me.

I gasped at the feel of her hand sweeping up my thigh.

“Ooh, yes, yes, finger my twat as you blow me,” I moaned. “You’re such a naughty wife.”

She sucked with delight. Her delicious fingers swept up my inner thigh and brushed the curls of my pussy. Then she was brushing over my vulva until she stroked my pussy lips directly. I gasped at her hot touch. My breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown as she stroked my labia.

She penetrated me.

“Wahida!” I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing in her mouth.

She sucked with hunger on my shaft. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the heat surging out of me. This wicked, wild, wanton passion built and built in me. She fingered my twat with her delicious fingers. She caressed my hot flesh, teasing me.

I wanted to just explode. To erupt and spurt my cum into her hungry mouth. I loved her. It was an experience to enjoy. A wild passion that would have me gasping and moaning. Her fingers pumped in and out of me. She stirred me up to a froth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing.”

She moaned around my cock.

Her hungry suckles had my dick throbbing and aching. I panted, my nipples tingling. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and ripped it off. My blonde hair bounced around my face while my tits were exposed. She stared up at them as she blew me.

She moaned, her fingers thrusting faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I loved the feel of her digits reaming in and out of my twat. She gave me such a treat. Such passion to enjoy. This dizzying heat danced around me. I shuddered, my teeth grinding together as the passion built and built in me.

“Ooh, yes, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it. Come on, just work those fingers in and out of me. Oh, damn, you feel amazing.”

She moaned about my cock. She sucked on me with hunger. Her head bobbed up and down on my girth. It was incredible to enjoy. A wild passion. My pussy squeezed down on those fingers. I gripped them with my cunt.

The friction and her sucking mouth set me off.

“Wahida!” I moaned.

My futa-cock erupted.

My pussy convulsed around her fingers.

Hot cum spurted out of my dick and into her hungry mouth. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded out of me. I erupted into her. My cum spurted again and again. It was incredible. I groaned, trembling on the floor.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cum. “Oh, Wahida, you’re amazing. An angel!”

Her fingers jammed deep into my spasming pussy. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt and fired from my girl-dick. I swayed. My eyes burst with stars. They flashed across my vision as I shuddered on the floor.

I panted and groaned as the final blast of my cum fired into her mouth.

“Oh, Wahida,” I moaned as she sucked out all of my girl-spunk. Her mouth popped off my dick. “That was incredible.”

“Mmm,” she purred as she looked up at me. Cum dribbled on her lips. “Yes, it was.”

She kissed me with hunger, letting me taste the exciting, salty flavor of my jizz. I loved it, melting into her kiss while I thought of Fahima and that naughty twinkle in her eyes. I had to enjoy her. Seduce her.

I had to experience more Arab delights.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

July 25th, 2038

The next day, I arrived at the imam’s house with a jar of candied figs to give as a thank you gift. I stepped out of my self-driven Uber. There wasn’t a driver, the car just navigating the city of Riyadh all on its own. It was perfect when your husband didn’t have a spare car.

I shuddered as I came up to the door. I remembered arriving at this house for my wedding two days ago. I smiled, my headscarf wrapped covering my hair and swaddled about my face. I doubt anyone walking by on the streets realized I was the only futa in Saudi Arabia.

The door opened, and I grinned at the sight of Fahima.

“Oh, Nova,” she said in her accented English. “What a wonderful surprise. Come in. Come in.”

“Are you here alone?” I asked her as I swept in.

“My husband is at the mosque and Rizwana is visiting her mother. She does it every week on Wednesdays.”

I smiled. I knew that from talking to Wahida.

“And she leaves you all alone?” I shook my head as I handed her the jar of candied dates. “Well, this is a thank you gift from me for the hospitality your husband showed me by holding my wedding here.”

“Of course, of coursed,” said Fahima. She took it from me and led me into her house. It had that same spicy, sandalwood scent as my own. We passed a large shelf covered in leather-bound books with titles in Arabic.

I was still learning to read and speak the language.

“I’m glad you came over,” Fahima said. “I was so interested in talking with you.”

“Oh?” I said as she placed the candied dates in a cupboard. She had a surprisingly Western kitchen with all manner of appliances and even an induction heat stove top. “On what.”

“On futas,” she said, her cheeks blushing dark.

“I had a feeling,” I said, slipping my arm around hers. “Well, show me around your house and ask questions.”

She nodded as she took me by the arm. She had a sweet smell about her, something flowery and delicious. Her black hair fell loose about her face. I pulled off my hijab as she led me out of the kitchen into her dining room, my blonde hair falling free.

She glanced at it, her eyes dark.

“What is it like being a futa?” she asked. “I mean, you are mostly female. Do you get periods?”

“Yes,” I said. “I can even get pregnant, though I have no interest in having a man be in me.”

“Not even your husband?”

“He gets to watch me play with Wahida,” I said, noticing the way Fahima’s breath quickened. “And he plays with her, too. She satiates us both. It’s rather… delicious.”

“Oh, my,” she said, her cheeks darkening.

“Do you and Rizwana never please your husband at the same time? Or each other?”

“Oh, no, of course not,” she moaned. “He comes to our bed separately. Technically, he should buy us each our own house, but the city is crowded.”

“What a pity,” I said. “To have more than one wife and not get the joy of watching one lick his seed out of the other’s pussy. Poor man.”

“Oh, my, that is naughty, Nova,” Fahima gasped. “You would lick Talib out of Wahida?”

“Well, I would lick my own out of her,” I said. “I have. She finds it wicked.”

Fahima was blushing so dark now as she led me down a hallway. She turned on a light for the bathroom, then kept going, passed her husband’s study. I shuddered as we reached a room with a bed in it.

“Is this what you really wanted to show me?” I asked her. “Your bed?”

She swallowed.

I stepped inside, leading her after. I turned, my hand sliding down her arm until I only gripped her hand. I pulled her after me as I backed towards the bed. I stared into her eyes, my futa-dick throbbing and aching beneath my dark, auburn dress.

“Did you bring me here so you could find out about a futa first hand?” I asked.

“You mustn’t think I’m adulterous,” she moaned.

“But didn’t your husband’s fatwa say it is not adultery to sleep with a futa?” I asked. “After all, my futa-mother slept with both of King Njam’s wives. She bred them even.”

“Yes,” groaned Fahima. “But I should still ask his permission before—”

I kissed her.

She melted against me, her lips liquid on my mouth. My tongue thrust past her lips. She didn’t resist me. She groaned and kissed me back. I loved it. I hugged her tight, pulling her against me. My futa-dick throbbed in my panties and beneath my dress, feeling her body.

She was so lush. So delicious. I had to enjoy her. I had to make love to this married beauty. She was an imam’s wife. Somehow, that made it naughtier. Like fucking a reverend’s wife back home. But I was Muslim now. I had converted to Islam.

This was so wild.

I turned us around as I kissed her and pushed her back to the bed. She gasped, breaking the kiss as she sank onto her dark covers. She panted, her brown eyes glossy with passion. She licked her lips as she stared up at me.

I smiled at her and winked. My fingers undid the buttons of my dress, working fast. My nipples ached, my round breasts begging to be free. I threw open my blouse, baring my tits held in my light-pink blouse.

Her eyes stared at me with such hunger as my dress fell off my body. She groaned, wiggling on the ground. She licked her lips. She was such a sweet thing. She had my heart pounding in my chest. I groaned at the sight of her.

“Aren’t you just delicious?” I groaned. “Ooh, I’m going to have such a fun time with you.”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Is your pussy getting soaked?” I asked as I unhooked my bra and bared my pale tits to her hungry gaze.

The Arab woman moaned, “Yes.”

“Good,” I purred. I smiled as her gaze lingered at my tits. They swayed as I slipped off my bra straps off my shoulders. They slid down my arms. My nipples were hard and pink.

I dropped my bra to the ground then slid my hands down my body. My touch electrified me. I groaned as I came closer and closer to my futa-dick. My cock throbbed and ached in my panties, threatening to break free.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I smiled as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on my panties, ready for the grand unveiling. She groaned, squirming her thighs together beneath her skirt.

I shoved my panties down.

Fahima groaned as my futa-dick sprang into view.

I bobbed before her, aching for her body. She stared at me with such hunger as I peeled my panties down my thighs and let them drop to my feet. My cock swayed the entire time, precum beading at the tip.

“Mmm, is this what you wanted, you naughty, married slut?” I asked.

“Yes!” Fahima groaned with throaty passion.

“Then get naked and show me how sexy you are.”

Fahima moaned. She wiggled on the bed as she hiked up her baggy skirt. She showed off her shaved legs. They gleamed in the light. She looked sexy, her legs the same dusky tan as the rest of her. She pulled her dress higher and higher. I groaned as her panties came into view, a bronze silk, the crotch soaked with her excitement.

She sat up, peeling her dress over her stomach then exposing her breasts in a matching bra. They were round tits, her nipples pressing hard into the fabric. She ripped off her dress over her head, her hair spilling about her flushed face. She threw it to the floor and unsnapped her bra with an eagerness, her straps sliding off her shoulders.

“Oh, Fahima,” I groaned as she unveiled her tits. They were so round and perky. Her areolas were large for a woman of her age. She was only twenty or so. They were also oval. Her nipples thrust out hard before her. “Those are beautiful tits,”

Fahima blushed. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I purred. “Now show me that pussy.”

Fahima groaned. She stretched out on her back again, her breasts jiggling. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She peeled them off slowly, thrusting her legs up into the air. The cloth slipped off her rump and exposed her shaved twat. Her slit was tight and gleamed with her juices.

Arab women, I’d learned, usually shaved their pussies. Not to look sexy and naughty like a Western woman, but because their bushes were so thick. It was for hygiene, but it made Fahima’s pussy look so delicious.

I licked my tongue as I drifted to the bed. She pulled her panties off the rest of the way and lowered her legs, keeping her thighs pressed tight together. My futa-dick bobbed before me, aching for her as her eyes locked on me. She groaned, squirming. I could see the top of her tight slit vanishing between her closed thighs.

“Mmm, show me that pussy,” I moaned. “Let me see it. Worship it.”

“Oh, Nova,” she gasped. “This is… I… I…”

“I am Allah’s miracle, remember,” I purred, grabbing her ankles. “Part those thighs for me. I was sent to love you.”

She groaned and spread her thighs, exposing her tight slit to my hungry gaze. I groaned at the sight of her. I licked my lips as I crawled between her legs. She was so beautiful. So perfect. I trembled as I breathed in her musk. The heady scent filled my nose as I came closer and closer to her twat.

That exciting scent had my heart racing. Blood pumped hot through my veins as I came closer and closer to the imam’s wife’s shaved cunt. My hand reached out before me. My pointer and middle fingers framed her pussy, feeling her vulva hot with her excitement. I parted her labia, exposing her pink depths.

“Nova!” she moaned as I pressed my tongue into her twat.

She gasped as my tongue darted through her folds. I lapped up her tangy cream. Her juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth with her wonderful taste. I breathed in deeply than licked again. I savored the aroma of her.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. She gasped and moaned, her eyes wide with delight. Her thighs squeezed about my face as my tongue penetrated deeper into her. My tongue darted around. I caressed her. Loved her.

She tasted amazing.

“Nova! Nova!” she moaned, her head tossing back and forth. Her breasts jiggled, her fat nipples quivering atop them. “Oh, Nova!”

“Mmm, first time having your pussy licked?” I asked her and then took another flick through her cunt.

“Yes!” she moaned.

That was so exciting to hear to me. To know that I was the first one to give her this delight. I kept my fingers pulling apart her pussy lips so I could stroke through all her flesh. I nuzzled into her warmth, my tongue caressing her everywhere I could reach.

She gasped and moaned, trembling on the bed as my tongue darted around inside of her. I licked up her juices. I savored the flavor of her. She moaned, her tangy passion spilling into my mouth as she writhed on the bed.

“Nova!” she whimpered. “You’re… you’re… What is happening to me?”

“You’re going to have an orgasm,” I moaned. I nuzzled into her twat. You’re going to explode.”

She shuddered. “You mean… really? That’s not a myth. Women can have those?”

“Yes!”

I latched onto her clit. I sucked hard on her bud. She shuddered on the bed. Her body bucked and writhed as my tongue fluttered around her sensitive nub. Her breasts heaved. Her hands grabbed them, squeezing them like she kneaded to clutch onto something.

To hold onto a lifeline.

Her tangy cream stained my chin. Her fingers dug into her breasts as she moaned and gasped. Her body trembled on the bed. Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered, fingers digging into her tits. Her entire body writhed and bucked. She moaned out in delight.

“Nova!”

I shoved my two fingers holding her pussy lips apart into her juicy twat. My futa-dick throbbed. My own pussy cream, soaking my blonde bush, dribbled down my aching shaft. I thrust in and out of her depths. I churned her up. Teased her.

Her body shuddered on the bed. She moaned and gasped. Her passion echoed around me. Her body quivered and quaked. She tightened her thighs about my head. She groaned, her mind melting beneath the blood.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Nova! I think… I think I’m going to orgasm.”

“Good!” I moaned, my fingers plunging so deep into her twat.

Her fingers dug into her tits. My pussy clenched in anticipation of her orgasm. I sucked hard on her clit while her twat tightened on my plunging digits. I reamed deep into her married cunt, stroking her, teasing her.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

Fahima moaned out in rapture. She bucked on the bed as her orgasm swept through her. Tangy cream gushed out around my fingers reaming her spasming flesh. My futa-dick throbbed in envy as I ducked down and nuzzled into her folds.

I licked and lapped at her cunt. My tongue gathered her wonderful juices. I tasted the feverish heat of her first orgasm. I was so glad I had come to Saudi Arabia, that I had married Talib and Wahida. I would show so many Arab women these delights.

I would give them so much rapture.

“Nova, you’re amazing!” she moaned. “You are Allah’s miracle. Thank you! Thank you for coming and giving me this bliss.”

I jammed my fingers deep into her convulsing twat and lifted my head. I stared at her, pussy cream dripping off my chin. “You’re welcome. I just want to give you such pleasure. I have more to give.”

“Your cock?” Fahima moaned, her married twat squeezing around me.

“My big, throbbing futa-cock,” I moaned.

I ripped my fingers out of her twat. I rose up on her bed, kneeling on the edge. My bare feet dangled off, my toes curling. I wrapped my futa-cock up in my hand, stroking her cream up and down my shaft. Her eyes looked at me, such lust boiling in those dark depths.

“You want me, don’t you,” I purred.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Ooh, you have to fuck me. You have to be in me. I need you, Nova.”

I smiled at the wanton passion coming from the imam’s youngest wife. She was so sexy. My breasts quivered as I crawled up farther between her thighs. Her hands squeezed her tits as this lust burned across her face.

I ducked my head down, my tits dangling, and sucked on her fat nipple. I reveled in the feel of it between my lips. I nursed on her delicious nipple. I loved her. This wicked heat surged through me. It was incredible to enjoy. She whimpered and squirmed.

Her hand found my futa-dick. She grasped the spongy end, her palm rubbing into it. She stroked me, massaged me. She sent such delight shooting through me. I groaned around her nipple, sucking on it with such hunger.

“Mmm, I want this, Nova,” she moaned. “I want your futa-dick in me. You’re so much bigger than Hoosam.”

I popped my mouth off her nipple. “Mmm, are you a bit of a size queen?”

She frowned. “Size… queen?”

I grinned at her. “It means you want big dicks in your pussy.”

A naughty grin crossed her lips. “I want your big dick in my pussy. Wahida is so lucky to get your cock all the time.”

“Mmm, she is,” I purred as she drew me closer. She pulled my cock down towards her pussy. She rubbed me into her hot folds.

I kissed her as she rubbed my cock into her shaved twat. Pleasure spilled down to my pussy. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue darting with mine. Our nipples came together, brushing and rubbing. Sparks flared through my body.

I thrust into her married pussy.

Her cunt engulfed me. I groaned into our kiss as I sank deeper and deeper into her twat. Her flesh embraced me with her silky heat. She was so wet. So juicy. The imam’s wife moaned into our kiss as she squeezed her twat around me.

She broke the kiss, panting, “Yes, yes, Nova!”

“Mmm,” I purred, drawing back my hips and ramming forward. “You’re just such a naughty wife.”

“I am,” she moaned, her face twisting with delight as I plunged into her. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples brushing. Sparks flew. “Ooh, your futa-dick feels amazing in me. You’re reaming me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re filling me up!”

“Good,” I purred. I nuzzled against her chin and then kissed her with hunger. My tongue darted into her mouth.

She groaned, her body trembling around me. This wicked heat surged through me. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. This wild passion that had me trembling in delight. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy clenching as I thrust into her, I slammed into her pussy. I filled her cunt over and over, the delight flowing down my cock to my twat.

The bed creaked like a door being open from the force of our passion. The bed rocked as I plowed into her wonderful pussy. She gripped me. Her juicy snatch held my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

“Oh, Allah, yes,” she groaned. “Oh, this is amazing.”

“I know.” I panted. “Oh, Allah, I know. Thank you for this blessing, Allah!”

“Thank you for your mercy!” she moaned and kissed me.

“Fahima!” a woman gasped.

Fahima stiffened beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my futa-dick. I broke the kiss and grinned to see the older wife, Rizwana, standing in the doorway. She looked shocked, her jaw opened wide, the color fading from her face. Her hand pulled off her headscarf, unveiling her dark hair.

“What are you doing?” Rizwana asked.

“Making love to Fahima,” I purred, my hips thrusting. “She wanted to experience the miracle of my futa-cock.”

“I am sorry,” groaned Fahima. “I’m weak. I couldn’t resist. She is so beautiful. So desirable. Allah sent her to give us such pleasure.”

“But… but…” Rizwana shook her head. “Does our husband know?”

“No!” gasped Fahima. “I… I… It just happened.”

“Mmm, yes it did,” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, my nipples rubbing against Fahima’s while her pussy gripped my futa-cock. She held me with her silky sheath, massaging me. “Oh, Fahima, yes, yes, I’m going to pump so much futa-cum in you. I might breed you.”

“Oh, Allah, yes!” Fahima moaned, her pussy clenching around my girl-dick.

“Fahima!” gasped Rizwana. “Don’t say that.”

“She just feels so good!” groaned Fahima. “Oh, my sister-wife, you have to experience this, too. You have to feel her girl-dick in you. She’s so huge. She dwarfs our husband. It’s incredible.”

“But… but… we need his permission.” The woman licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.

I smiled at her, watching her as I reamed my futa-dick in and out of Fahima’s tight, married pussy. The older imam’s wife trembled. Her hands rubbed at her belly as she watched my cock vanishing into Fahima’s cunt.

My dick throbbed in Fahima’s amazing pussy. Her cunt groped me, driving me wild. This passion built and built in me with my every thrust into Fahima’s delicious cunt. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around me. This wondrous sheath that brought me closer and closer to exploding. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was thrusting so hard. So fast.

My ovaries came closer and closer to boiling over.

“Oh, yes, yes, Fahima!” I gasped. “I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to spurt so much jizz in you.”

“Yes!” Fahima moaned. “Do that! I’m going to cum again. Oh, Rizwana, you have to try this. You have to enjoy her futa-dick.”

“Not… without our… husband’s permission…” the older woman moaned, sounding dazed. Her tongue ran over her lips as her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress at her belly, pulling the cloth tight over her delicious breasts. They looked so big.

I thrust hard and fast into Fahima’s pussy. I reveled in being in her depths. I savored it as I thrust over and over into her twat. It was a wild thrill. I savored every inch my cock moved through her sheath. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

I looked down at Fahima. I could tell she was close. She was on the verge of cumming. It was such a hot delight to witness. This wicked passion built and built in her expression. I groaned, thrusting to the hilt in her depths.

“Nova!” she groaned. “Cum in me! Show Rizwana how amazing you are!”

“Yes!” I moaned and buried to the hilt in her.

My cum erupted from my ovaries. The jizz rushed out of me, spurting over and over into her depths. She gasped, her eyes widening. A moment later, her pussy joined mine in convulsing delight. Her twat spasmed and writhed around me. This wonderful heat surged through me. I groaned, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Her pussy milked my spurting futa-cock. My cum fired into her depths over and over. I spilled in her. I groaned, stars bursting before my eyes as I unloaded so much jizz into her cunt. My pussy convulsed while her twat writhed about my cock.

“Allah’s merciful blessings!” I howled as the pleasure rippled through my body. I floated on the rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Fahima. “Oh, Rizwana, this is amazing.”

“It is… is… adultery!” she moaned.

“No, no, our husband said it himself. It is not adultery for a woman to lie with a futa! I’m lying with her! She’s filling me with her miraculous cum!”

“So much cum,” I groaned, shuddering through my orgasm. Then I ripped my girl-cock clear of Fahima’s twat. I had spilled every drop in her. “Come here, Rizwana.”

“Allah,” the older woman groaned, stumbling forward, her hands clutching at the fabric of her dress like she was afraid what her hands would do if she let go.

I grabbed her elbow and pulled her close to me. She stared right at her sister-wife’s juicy twat. My cum leaked out of that shaved hole, trickling down to form a wet spot in the dark blanket. I shuddered, my cock pulsing and throbbing with my excitement.

“Doesn’t that look just delicious?” I said, guiding Rizwana forward until her knees brushed the bed. “My seed leaking out of your sister-wife’s pussy.”

Rizwana made a strangled groan, a sound of suppressed passion.

My hand slipped from her arm to her rump. I pushed her forward. She fell on her hands and knees between Fahima’s spread-open thighs. I prodded her towards Fahima, pushing on the older woman’s plump ass. She shuffled closer to Fahima’s pussy.

“Don’t you just want to taste me,” I asked, my futa-dick throbbing. I mounted the bed behind the imam’s first wife. My hands grabbed the fabric of her skirt. I hauled the fabric up her thighs. “Don’t you want to just feast on her.”

“I… I…” groaned Rizwana.

“Feast on me,” whimpered Fahima. “Oh, please, do it.”

I exposed a pair of gray panties, the crotch soaked by Rizwana’s hot passion. I yanked her panties off her hips, rolling them off her bubbly rump. I exposed a shaved pussy. Her lips were thick, protruding out from her vulva. They were dark and engorged. A sweet musk filled my nose.

“Just eat me,” groaned Fahima. “Please! Love me, my sister-wife.”

“This is a sin,” panted Rizwana.

The bed creaked like an opening door as I pressed my cock against the folds of her pussy. I heard footsteps. I smiled; the imam was home now. He would witness the miracle he proclaimed. I thrust my cock into Rizwana’s pussy.

“Lick my seed out of Fahima’s pussy as I bless your cunt with my cum!” I howled at the top of my voice.

As my cock sank into Rizwana’s juicy, tight pussy, the footsteps came closer and closer. I reveled in them as I enjoyed the married cunt wrapped around my dick. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders. My pale tits heaved as I gripped Rizwana’s dusky hips.

“Feast on my seed!” I moaned.

Her head ducked down. Her pussy squeezed about my cock as she nuzzled into Fahima’s pussy. The younger wife groaned. Her body shuddered as she felt her sister-wife’s mouth. Rizwana licked my cum out of Fahima’s pussy.

A shadow fell upon me. A man groaned.

“Yes, yes, lick my seed out of your sister-wife’s pussy while I bless your cunt!” I moaned, thrusting away. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of Imam Hoosam Karimi. He stood stunned, his iron-gray beard twitching as I plowed his wife.

“This is so wrong,” Rizwana moaned. “Oh, so wrong, but… but…” Her married pussy clamped about my thrusting cock. “You taste so good leaking out of her, Nova. So delicious.”

“I know,” I groaned, thrusting away harder. Faster. I pounded her pussy while I smiled at the imam.

He swallowed, watching with hungry eyes. He wore a tunic-like robe. His chest rose and fell as he shifted. He licked his lips as I fucked his wife while Fahima moaned and gasped. Rizwana feasted on the younger woman, devouring my cum out of Fahima’s twat.

I groaned as I thrust forward with hard, fast strokes. I plowed into Rizwana cunt. I looked away from the imam and enjoyed his wife. My futa-dick throbbed in the older woman’s twat. She squeezed down around me, her hips wiggling, enjoying me.

“Isn’t she so huge?” moaned Fahima. “Oh, Rizwana, isn’t she just so big? She stretches you out, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh!” groaned Rizwana. “Nova’s so much bigger than our husband.”

He groaned behind me.

I was cuckolding the imam with my hard, bold strokes. My futa-cock buried to the hilt in Rizwana’s pussy over and over. My orgasm built and built. It was so exciting. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as Rizwana feasted on my cum leaking out of Fahima’s twat.

Fahima shuddered. She was climbing towards her third orgasm. Such delight burned on her face as she twisted her fat nipples. She humped against her sister-wife’s face as I plowed into Rizwana’s cunt. My tits heaved before me. My flesh slapped her flesh.

“I’m going to flood you with so much cum!” I moaned. “I’m going to pump my jizz into your depths.”

“Yes!” whimpered Rizwana. “Do that. Flood me! Give me your blessed seed.”

The imam groaned again.

“Oh, husband, you’re watching us love the blessed futa!” moaned Fahima.

“What?” gasped Rizwana, her pussy tightening around my cock. She lifted her head and looked past me. “Husband!”

Her pussy convulsed around my girl-dick. Her cunt went wild as she stared at her husband watching us. Then she groaned, her body trembling while her twat writhed around my cock. She lowered her head, burying her face back into Fahima’s pussy.

I groaned, thrusting hard into the older woman’s writhing cunt. Her massaging flesh brought me closer and closer to exploding. I shuddered, my breasts heaving as I pumped my dick over and over into her cunt. I rammed into her again and again.

My pussy tightened.

My futa-dick ached.

“Rizwana!” I moaned.

“Cum in her so I can lick her clean!” moaned Fahima. “Oh, my husband, this is wonderful. You were right. Allah sent futas. Sent Nova!”

She came, too. She bucked on the bed as I slammed into Rizwana’s spasming cunt. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned and threw back my head. My tits heaved before me. They bounced as my pussy convulsed.

My futa-cum erupted from my girl-dick.

Hot jizz spurted over and over into Rizwana’s married cunt. Her husband watched me flood her. My pussy juices gushed down my thighs as I filled Rizwana’s twat with blast after blast of my hot seed. I bathed her cunt.

“Allah, yes!” I moaned, my pleasure screaming through me.

This wild, wanton, naughty bliss rippled through my body. I swayed, gripping Rizwana’s hips as the powerful orgasm surged through me. The two delights slammed into my mind. Rapture fired from my girl-dick and ecstasy flowed from my convulsing cunt.

I loved it.

“Allah be praised!” I howled in delight as I spilled the last drop of cum into the older woman’s hungry pussy. She wrung me dry while moaning into Fahima’s cunt.

I pulled out of her and stepped off the bed, panting. The imam stared at me with hungry eyes. Then he groaned as Fahima pulled Rizwana around. The still-clothed first wife straddled the second’s head. They were feasting on each other, lost to their passion.

“Enjoy the desire I have stoked in your wives,” I said, grabbing my panties and pulling them up my thighs. “Allah has given you this gift. Savor it.”

He let out a strangled groan.

I dressed quickly and left, glad I could inspire such passion. That I could give such joy to those two women. I practically floated home, hardly noticing the blistering, Riyadh summer sun. I came home and found Talib.

I gave my husband a kiss on each of his whiskered cheeks. His eyes were bright.

“Are you horny, my husband?” I asked him.

“Fetch Wahida,” he groaned. “I need to watch you make her cum.”

I grinned, eager to spread my passion. I loved my new life. It was going perfectly.

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December 23rd, 2038

“And that was the start of my troubles,” I said to Adelia Tash as I recounted what happened last summer. I was on her talk show streaming live to the world. “I thought Imam Karimi was fine with what happened.”

“He did pen the fatwa declaring futas to be divine gifts of Allah and no woman could commit adultery by lying with one,” Adelia said, concern breaking across her face.

“It turned out the reality of the situation was more than he could handle,” I said, sadness welling up inside of me. “I thought things were going great. Wahida and Fahima were both pregnant a month later and…”

To be continued…

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If you would like this story to continue please comment. For clarity certain Characters and a scene are from anther story of mine. This story is told from a different perspective.

Jason Cole

By Jax_Teller©2017

I was at the porn shop on the seedy side of town, in the booths in the back watching porn when I heard a female in the next booth tell the guy with her about a bondage club near by. I over heard her describe a nondescript building just out side the city limits. There was no sign, no windows to see in, but if the parking lot was full it was open. It was a members only club and there was a door man at the door to check membership cards. I discretely followed them out side and as I suspected the guy left quickly. I saw her hang around the pay telephone for a few minutes and I went over and asked if she had a light proffering a cigarette. She handed me her lighter and asked for a cigarette which I handed her with her lighter back.

I told her that I had over heard her talking about an exclusive club for bondage. I asked if she was a member and she confirmed that she was, I told her I was interested and that if she would like to go, I would be happy to escort her. She giggled at my escort comment and said she would need to go back to her place and change first. I told her that would be cool,and led her to my car. As I drove her, we talked and she divulged that she was a pro- Dominatrix, and that the guy she’d met at the porn shop only wanted a blow job, not the kind of service she offered. I said that I was submissive and would be interested in serving her for the night if she was willing. She looked me over for a second and said for the right price she would. I agreed and stopped at the ATM to pay her on the way to the club.

When we arrived I opened her door and she led me to the building’s door and the doorman and she showed him her membership card. He opened the door and a heavy deep base beat at a low volume could be heard. The house lights were low but the booth’s around the out walls were varied lighting, some slightly brighter that the house lights and some that were not lit at all. There was a center area of the floor that was tables and all the chairs faced the raised stage. As we were seated at a table center stage, she told me more about the club and what to expect, like people in the audience masturbating or having sex, and that there was no alcohol sales but people were allowed to bring their own as long as no one was obviously drunk. She also said there were no limits to sexuality in that there may be all sorts, male-female, female-female, male-male, shemales, and other sorts as well, you never knew exactly what would go on.

A female voice came over the sound system as the lights gradually came on and said there would be a five minute break and then the stage would be open for who ever wanted to go on next. It was odd sitting there watching as people shuffled about some undressing others pulling their clothes back on. The lights dimmed and a woman who looked to be in her fifties stepped on stage and the lights went back down except for on the stage. Music came on and she removed her clothing and pulling some devices from her bag. As she moved about she was almost dancing, gliding about her routine. She got close to the front edge of the stage and produced a strip of cloth with medical looking needles, with out the syringe portion, and began to stick needle after needle through her nipples making an Astrix looking design.

When she had used all the needles she pulled a set of clamps from her bag and spread her legs in front of a stage light, spot lighting her pussy, and put the clamps one each on the lips of her pussy. She once again dance – glided around for a minute and then pulled same weights from her bag and as she glided she would stop and put a weight onto the clamps. Her lips stretched at the weights and as she put the last weights on, the music lowered to reveal the sound of the weights clanking against each other to the rhythm of the music at which the audience clapped and cheered until the music ended. She bowed and sat in a chair removing her devices as the house lights slowly came back up.

Once again the announcer came over the sound system and after the five minute intermission this beautiful dark skinned woman got up as the house lights dimmed and approached the stage. The energy seemed to ramp up, people who had been around the edges moved to tables. Music came one she did a very erotic strip tease until she was completely naked at the end of the second song. As the third song came on she motioned to this guy sitting at a table near the stage. She curled her finger at the guy and he made like he was shy and she coaxed him to the stage with and she placed a chair center stage and sat him on it. Once he was in place she went about giving him a lap dance, loosening his clothes, rubbing his cock through his pants, putting his face in her cleavage. The next song began and she stood him up, kicked the chair to the side, and pointed making him lay on his back. She danced around removing parts of his clothes until he was naked. His cock was standing tall and proud and The woman stood over him with her feet on either side of his chest and leaned down sucking his cock, very dramatically with over exaggerations.

In one swift quick motion she stepped forward and squatted over him and took his cock straight into her pussy right to the base. The crowd was silent and enthralled with the show as the talented woman bounced and rocked on his cock. The beautiful dark skinned woman finely got tired and she laid down with her feet on the railing edge of the stage and then pulled her legs up to her chest, and curled her finger at the man once again. He moved to her and knelt between her legs and guided his cock into her very wet pussy. We could see her pussy her juices were pushed out by his cock entering her. He began slow slamming his cock in her until he bottomed out in her pussy and then he pulled back out until the head of his cock felt cool air and then slammed back into her. The guys toes were locked on the rail of the stage for balance and he picked up the pace rocking, plowing into her.

The woman screamed at him “fuck me white boy, fuck this nigger whore cunt, fuck me”. The music ended and the sound of his body and cock slamming into her was making rude sloshing slapping sounds, only covered by her screaming. She was yelling at him to fuck her harder, calling him a pussy and he picked up the slam factor and grabbed her throat with both hands grabbing her with enough force to keep his balance but not so tight that she couldn’t yell. She began to tremble under him and she kept repeating don’t stop I want to come you cracker, fuck me harder, and then Fuck, fuck, fuck. She started to buck wildly under him and then she went silent, shaking and then the squirting all over the place. The guy continued pounding her until she went limp, and he stood up and jerked his cock unloading buckets of come from her head to her pussy.

As he stood back looking her over, her feet were hanging over the bar rail, and she was rubbing her clit and small spurts of come were coming from her pussy. He knelt down and kissed her as she drew a finger of his come to her mouth and she squirted one more large stream of come over the rail and into the front row of tables. When she finished coming he pulled her to a sitting position and the picked her up in his arms and took her to a chair at the back of the stage. The lights came on as the cheering and clapping began and I could see many naked folks in the crowd, some fucking, some masturbating. I head never heard such racism during sexual encounters or in porn for that matter and I was slightly taken back by it but not enough to want to do anything about it not that I could or that I would leave over it.

Mistress Rose asked me if I liked being insulted or degraded, and I said it did nothing for me at all. The announcer did her thing, announcing a fifteen minute intermission. As the couple that had finished their performance sat down, several people stopped by their table and congratulated them for a great performance. I was amazed to see another biracial couple stop and talk with them, almost glowing over their magnificent performance. The two couples were pleasant and it was sort of odd, the two fit white men and the two beautiful dark skinned women and I wondered if it was some kind of fetish they were into. Mistress Rose told me that performers get a lot of attention and invites go unanswered for the most part but some times people would hook up later. The lights dimmed and everyone made their way to their seats.

The next performer was a single male and he just stripped with no music and Mistress Rose said Oh this is going to be good. A large guy sitting at a table across from us barked get off the stage you faggot. The now naked man on stage said make me you limp dick come rag bitch. The guy jumped up on the stage and they began wrestling back and forth, and with in a couple of minutes they were both naked and wrestling on the stage floor. I was concerned at what I was seeing might escalate, but Rose said just watch, and the large man from the crowd was now pinning the other guy face down. He hit the other guy a few times in the back demanding that he spread his legs. Finely the guy complied and the guy on top forced his cock in the other guys ass and began dry fucking him. There were whistles and cat calls from the crowd as the guy on the bottom attempted to escape the seemingly brutal attack and was put back down by the larger man.

As much as I valued consent and loving relationships I found myself aroused and in fact with an erection. I was ashamed of myself and thought to leave, but was so drawn into the scene I couldn’t move. As the two men wrestled for control the guy on the bottom managed to get to his hands and knees, but that didn’t stop the other guy’s invasion of his ass. The guy on top reached down and was jerking the guys cock, and I realized the guy on the bottom was actually enjoying being raped. The guy on the top moved quickly and jerked the guy over on his side and was still jerking him off and fucking him on his side so everyone could see the violation. The guy being fucked struggled and fought to get away but suddenly stopped and laid back against the other guy. Just then his dick erupted and come shot out his dick as the other guy was still jerking him to the rhythm of his ass fucking.

When the guy finished coming the other guy let go and grabbed his hips and began furiously fucking him, his cock becoming a blur of speed plowing the other guys asshole until his orgasm exploded and showered the other guys stomach and face. The crowd went wild clapping and cheering as the bigger guy stood up jerking the last few jets of come over the other guy. To my surprise the guy covered in come got to his knees and sucked the last squirt of come from the big guys cock. As they finished he turned to face the crowd and licked his fingers of the come, and said thanks for volunteering, come again some time. The lights came back on and the guys toweled off, gathered their clothes and went to a booth off to the side.

Mistress Rose said follow me and led me to anther part of this private club. There were doors on either side of the hallway and some were open others closed, windows to the hall next to each door some with blinds closed some open for viewing. We stopped at one window that was open, where a young man was whipping an older woman with a heavy looking leather flogger. He moved around behind her swiping at her with the flogger in an almost rhythmic step sequence. Mistress asked if I was up for similar attention and I said yes Mam.

She led me on to another open door, and there were tall bar stool seats around the outer walls of the larger room, so we went in and sat. Just after we sat, the one biracial couple came in and sat just down from us. There was a naked woman laying face down on a massage type table and the man standing next to the woman picked up a glass in one hand and swabbed the inside with one of two drum sticks in his other hand, and then lit the other drum stick on fire with a candle burning nearby. In one swift motion he used the flaming drum stick to ignite to fumes in the glass and placed it on the woman’s bare back. Instantly her skin sucked up into the glass and he went about repeating with nine more glass cups. He slid a few of them around making a design of the hicky suction marks on her back. The artistic design being created by such and intense application was fascinating. When he finished he pulled the glass cups off of her and she sat with her back to us exhibiting the art for everyone to see.

We went to another room that was empty and Mistress Rose and I discussed what she planned to do and I agreed, we met the D.M. { Dungeon Master } and he acknowledged our safe word and approved our scene. The door was opened and as a few people filtered in and sat down, including the biracial couple, Mistress Rose began by having me strip, and then secured me to the large leather covered St. Andrews cross. I was feeling a bit nervous, and frankly exposed, and once I was secure she began to use a nice set of rope floggers to whip my back, butt and upper legs. She was perfect in her execution, that was a mix of heavy pressure strikes and faster light stinging contacts. She used a very sharp edged leather flogger set next and really pushed me up to my pain threshold limits. Not knowing me, it was amazing how well she was able to read me and dance that edge. Next she turned me around to face the room and re secured me to the cross. I was slightly more aware of the number of people in the room now and my cock sticking out.

Mistress Rose took a set of plastic micro clips and put them on the tender bits of skin on my arms, nipples, legs, and lastly a row of eight along the underside of my cock. She took a large rather stiff feather and began running over the different clips causing me to twitch and jump at some of the contacts. She teased and tickled some, and then use the feather to swipe the clips off of me until all that were left were on my cock. When she put them on my cock was semi erect and still was until she started to use the feather to stroke my cock via the clips. The pain was exquisite and my erection started to build causing the clips to pull tight. The effect was more pain, and more erection until I was trembling and near orgasm. Mistress Rose was truly skilled and teased, keeping me on the edge by blowing lightly on my nipples and running the feather over me. I couldn’t take any more and she pulled a large goblet up to my cock as the first jetting stream of come blasted out of my cock.

She caught all of my come in the cup and as I bucked in orgasm she pulled a single clip at a time causing me to jerk and spurt another jet of come over and again until the clips were all off. My cock drooped slightly and she milked the last few drops out, and then sat the goblet down and began releasing me. She lead me to my knees after the last restraint was loosened. She ordered me to open my mouth and I did as ordered, and she fed me my come from the goblet. I was barely able to hold it all in my mouth and then she ordered me to swallow, which I did. There was applause and cheering, but it was so muffled in my mind by subspace taking over. The euphoria was amazing and I shook in a chill, Mistress Rose took a blanket from the D.M. covering me and hugging me through the space.

Mistress Rose was leading me out to my car before my head was really clear and she insisted in driving. I wasn’t sure where we were going or what we were going to do, when she pulled into a restaurant that I had seen before and assumed was closed because it was never open it seemed. But at this hour it was open, and she led me in and we sat in a booth. She ordered two deserts and asked what I wanted to drink. I asked for hot chocolate and she ordered two. I asked about the restaurant and she said it was a after hours establishment that caters to those who work alternative hours. So when others are open they are closed and when others are closer they are open. We ate and I recovered some more as we talked over the scene and some things about our selves.

Mistress Rose paid for the meal and handed me my car keys along with her business card and told me I was dismissed. As I looked to her to ask about her way home she told me she would take a taxi from there. I was confounded by the real concern for my well being, and then dismissing me like she did. I went home and was fast to sleep, I called in sick to work in the morning when my alarm went off and went back to sleep. I woke up mid afternoon, and realized that Mistress Rose was a true professional Dominatrix. She spent the time at the restaurant making sure I was ok to drive and then without making an attachment sent me on my way. I had got what I paid for, and learned a lot about myself.

My thoughts kept going back to the rape scene and how sexually aroused I was and was now aroused just thinking about it. I thought about trying to find someone safe to experiment with but didn’t know anyone I trusted that much or that I wanted to know my sick little secret. A month went by and I couldn’t get the club or the rape scene out of my mind and decided that I wanted to explore that side of myself. I was sure I didn’t want to be raped, but maybe I was interested because I wanted to get fucked or suck a dick. The idea became more appealing to me as the weeks went by. I went by the porn shop and into the booths one late Friday evening, remembering the glory hole in the wall of one of the booths. I found that most of the booths had glory holes but some were more discrete and others were covered.

Sure enough after watching a couple mini features, I heard a stirring in the booth next to me and a light knock. I said come on, and a semi erect dick stuck through the hole. Still seated I bent over and took the dick in my mouth, it smelled funky and it only took a few minutes before they dick grew in my mouth and dumped a load of come in my mouth. It tasted bitter salty and well just wrong, so I spit it out onto the floor. I felt a degree of accomplishment at having made it come, but realized under those circumstances it wasn’t all that difficult to do. I went home and debated calling Mistress Rose, but instead I went to sleep some what frustrated.

Saturday I went to do laundry at the laundry mat and saw a gay couple and they were being very openly affectionate. I thought that they might have been putting on a show for me somewhat, but either way I was becoming more curious, and impatient. I called Mistress Rose explained what was going on and that I wanted to book her for the evening, as well as discuss how I could become a member of the club. She told me to pick her up at the restaurant and agreed on eight pm. I got there right at eight and she walked out of the restaurant over to my car and got in. On the way there she explained that the club was a private club and the annual dues were three thousand dollars and that any applicant would have to sign non disclosure agreement, as well as pay for a back ground check before being accepted.

She told me it would be better to wait until I had visited a few times and people to know me. When we got to the club we discussed what scene Mistress wanted to do and I agreed, noting that I should get more details and spend more time on the setup in the future. The door man let us in and as we sat in a booth to the side of the stage, Mistress asked if would like to do the scene in a private room, semi private, or would I try the main stage and my inner exhibitionist took over. I decided to go main stage and Mistress say in a half hour or maybe a little later? I answered a half hour would be great. She went up to the announcer and put her name on the list for the stage. She came back and told me that we would be third, in line.

I watched as the first act was a twenty something looking woman came out and stripped to music, and then began fisting herself laying on her back. Then She pulled a standard baseball bat out of her bag she started by inserting the handle end into her vagina and then when the grip disappeared she pulled It back out and stood up. She lowered herself down on the large end of the bat, and it did go in to her, but the amazing part was when she squatted down and the bat just went further into her. She road it for a minute and then waved and the lights went back up.

The next act was a lesbian couple and their niche was that one was barely four feet tall and very attractive not thick like most little people, Her partner was six foot four inches and played volleyball in college. They came out naked and began what looked like an exercise routine. The tall dyke laid on her back and actually juggled the smaller on her feet like a beach ball. They did all kinds of size related tricks, but the real deal was when the smaller woman walked over to the other and her mouth was nearly at the taller ones pussy level. The taller woman spread her feet slightly and the shorter one steeped forward and began eating the others pussy.

The couple really seemed to be enjoying themselves, when the shorter one pushed her fist up and into the taller ones’ ass. She shrieked and begged the shorter one to fuck her harder, and the pace picked up, and they turned side ways still standing and every one could see the fisting clearly. The shorter one reached up with the other hand and tugged on the taller woman’s tit. For a minute I swear I thought she was going to attempt to swing from her tits. The two finished their very polished scene, and the lights once again came on.

Mistress Rose and I went up on stage and She pulled what looked to be a weight bench from the back of the stage to front center. As it came into the light it was part weight bench part stocks and it had a lot of adjusting screws and control handles. I had never seen anything like it before and it was scarier than Mistress had described. The house lights went down and it was show time, Mistress Rose ordered me to disrobe, which I did. She opened up her over coat and revealed a leather corset and fishnet stockings, she looked very animated, and scary sexy. She ordered me to kneel in front of her which I did and she put a collar on me that had a hose and bulb, like a blood pressure setup attached.

She led me to the bench and sat me down on it. She secured my arms out to my sides and legs individually to the bench. I couldn’t see much from this point and she raised the bench up about a foot with a foot pump like the old barber’s chairs. She pulled an odd dildo looking device out of her bag and put it in my mouth and then used a strap harness over my head securing my head in place to the bench. I was really beginning to get nervous and excited at being secured tighter than I ever had before. Mistress Rose placed a cage type device with rings over my cock and balls that I wasn’t really able to see. I had worn a similar device once before or so I thought. After placing it on me, she stood next to me and played with a remote control and the cage device gave me a light shock and vibration.

Mistress Rose asked if I felt that, and I nodded, she said good boy. I felt conflicted about being called a boy, until she hit another button and my legs started separating and raising at the same time. I forgot about the boy comment and focused on what was next. Once my legs were up in the air and spread wide apart Mistress Rose came over and I could feel her putting lubricant on – in my asshole, pushing a finger of the lube inside me. I could feel her step between my legs and then something being forced into my asshole. I figured she was using a strap on, as I could feel her body pressing into mine as the fake cock pushed into me. Having had a dildo in my ass before I didn’t remember it feeling warm and well life like. After a few minutes of working the cock in my ass she was bottoming out and began a steady fucking pace.

I thought to myself this wasn’t all that bad, I liked immobility, asphyxia, being fucked by a dominatrix on stage in front of a bunch of other kinky folks, and then I felt the vibrating shock wave of fire go through my cock. It was like my cock had caught on fire and the fire was riding up and down my cock. Instantly I felt the pressing urge to come. I mentally put the urge aside, but then she really started rocking the cock in and out of my ass, slamming it home. I grew used to the fucking and was wondering if this was it and then my balls spasm-ed and contracted like a charlie horse. It was all consuming and directly tied to fire fucking my cock. I wasn’t able to maintain focus and the urge to come was over whelming me.

I didn’t mentally want to come, but my body was on over drive and I knew I no longer had a choice, I was going to come. It seemed like at the very moment I gave in to my impending orgasm, the vibrating shocking fire stopped. I felt her turn a screw on the device in my mouth and I couldn’t get air. I focused and controlled my breath through my nose. Mistress Rose turned the fire back on and instantly I thought I was going to come but didn’t. She did something and the intensity of the vibration increased two fold and then my cock went in to spasm, rock hard throbbing in a cramp and she put her fingers on my nose closing off my air way.

I tried to remain calm but with all my senses maxing out it was mind blowing as I felt the come erupt from my cock flailing about spraying a stream of come around as I began to see light from lack of oxygen. The very fiber of every one of my senses was on fire erupting my orgasm in a reality that seemed impossible but very tangible. I felt Mistress let go of my nose and as I breathed a deep breath in through my nose I come feel the come still erupting in violent spurts and the vibrating shocks prolonging the end of my orgasm. The stars I was seeing and the intense ass pounding became my focus as my cock continued to convulse while nothing was coming from it anymore.

Mistress Rose turned a screw and removed the device in my mouth and I breathing heavily regaining some mental clarity. She slid the cock out of my ass and I felt a profound emptiness and then she pushed her hand inside my ass. I felt so full, and my cock was still burning and spasming to the vibrating shocks, the skin starting to get raw. Mistress hit just the right spot and another volley of come painfully erupted from my cock flying into the air just when I thought I was dry. My come was painful as it worked through my dick to escape and burned as it exploded from my cock. As the flow of come dried up, Mistress Rose removed her hand and then dialed down the rings of fire. She removed the device from my cock and started releasing me from the bench.

I was so weakened by the experience, putting my feet to the floor caused the room to spin, the applause and cheering were surreal and almost out of my reality. The Dungeon Master came over as Mistress Rose sat me on a chair at the back of the stage and helped her put the bench to the back of the stage area. I was unable to put my pants on and Mistress had to do some after care with me. The announcer, announced a fifteen minute intermission, and the house lights came on slowly. Finely I was able to get dressed and followed Mistress to our booth. I don’t remember much from the rest of the evening other than gathering our things and going out to my car.

Mistress Rose drove back to the restaurant where I had picked her up, and looking at me, she asked where I lived. I was surprised and told her, and she drove to my place telling me that I wasn’t in any condition to drive. When we got to my place she came in and commented on how nice the house was, how much space I had. She called a taxi and a few minutes later I heard the horn outside, Mistress Rose kissed me on the forehead and thanked me for a good show, telling me I did great. I thanked her and she left. I ran through the scene in my head feeling the sensations in my worn body and fell asleep in my chair, dreaming what she would do to me next.

The End

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Lily and the new girl confront unexpected visitors

Chapter 13, In which we have callers

The numbers didn’t make sense. True, I was just the house slut and I was more than a little distracted at the time, but somehow I just knew the monthly outlays were more than double what they should have been.

“Am I boring you?” Irene asked. “I could get the hook.”

My bladder clenched at the faint disapproval in her voice and I wet myself. It didn’t happen very often, but it wasn’t so unusual that it was worthy of mention. I’d just clean up when she was finished with me.

At the moment, I was bent over my boss’s desk, unaccountably fixated on some of the paperwork on it, with my black dress and white crinolines pushed up to reveal my butt. Irene crouched at my side, breathing heavily, while she slowly tugged on the string until another bead emerged from my back door.

It might have seemed strange to anybody who didn’t know us very well, but as Linnea was fond of saying, we were a match made in heaven. I was a slut, so I could get off on nearly anything, but I found anal sex especially arousing. Irene, on the other hand, couldn’t get herself off except by doing anal — with somebody else.

She liked to get herself warmed up by doing something with my ass, and then I’d finish her off, usually with my tongue. We were just about at the point where we’d switch, but something had thrown me off and Irene knew it. “Maybe you just need to keep these a while longer,” she mused.

I could feel the warmth of her breath on my cheeks as she deftly poked the beads, one by one, back into my rectum. This set was constructed like Ben Wah balls, so I knew I’d have a good time. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate, but Irene — unlike Linnea — didn’t mind if I managed to orgasm when I wasn’t between her legs.

Shaking my head at the odd turn of thought, we traded places. Linnea Richwell was way beyond hot and the thought of servicing her was enough to make me drip, but she was totally out of my league. She was Irene’s boss, and also the sole trustee of the Richwell family trust, which was saying quite a lot. It wasn’t like Linnea didn’t know who I was — the staff wasn’t that large — but she could have anybody she wanted; I was barely on her radar.

I was glad I worked for Irene. She was big on discipline and etiquette, but there wasn’t a mean bone in her body. I slowly pushed her designer skirt up to her hips and buried my face between her cheeks. Yum, I thought, wetting my tongue in her moist pussy before concentrating on her wonderful rosebud.

Suddenly Irene was pushing me away; I sat back on my heels and followed her gaze to the office doorway.

“Oh, geez, I’m really sorry, Irene, but…” Cammy, the new girl, looked more than a little flustered. I think she’d been hired on as an intern or something, but “intelligence” or “decisiveness” weren’t words that came to mind when I thought of her. Unlike, say, “juicy” or “delectable.”

“What’s wrong, Cam?” asked Irene, as she brushed her skirt down and turned so she could sit on the desk. It was one of the things I liked about Irene; she was always so considerate and professional.

“There are people here,” Cammy said, twisting the end of a jet-black pigtail around one finger. From where I knelt, her slick cunny was easily visible below the ultra-short black and navy plaid skirt. She was clean-shaven, like the rest of us, but had on black knee socks instead of stockings and garters like Irene and myself. Her thin black blouse had only a single button fastened, about in line with her navel.

It would have been easy to mistake her for just another Catholic schoolgirl, except for the size of the breasts spilling out of her top and the super-refined makeup on her face. Young girls always went with too much color; only after you’d been around for a while did you realize that unrelieved black, and plenty of it, was the ultimate in sexy looks.

Well, okay; I did wear candy-red lipstick, because it went so well with my platinum blonde hair, but the heavy mascara and eyeliner was de rigueur. Even an airhead like Cammy had figured that out.

“What people?” asked Irene, bringing me back to the moment. “What did they want?”

“I don’t know,” Cammy whined. “They just wanted to talk to Ms. Richwell, and they won’t leave.” She meant Linnea; although Linnea’s parents also were in residence, nobody came to see them except doctors — especially psychologists. But we knew them all on sight.

Irene snorted. “Fat chance of that happening.” Linnea was so busy nobody got on her schedule without a lot of advance notice; it was why she had an executive assistant. Except the executive assistant wasn’t exactly a shiftless idler, either. “I’ve got to review the budget with her now, too,” she reminded us, although I knew her schedule already. “Can you deal with this, Lily?” she asked me.

“Absolutely, Irene,” I immediately responded. The warm glow of arousal within me ticked higher, fanned by my instant obedience. “I’ll run them off if they’re solicitors, and get something on your calendar for later if it seems appropriate. Okay?”

“Fantastic, as always,” she approved, patting me gently on the head. “Cam, I want you to go with Lily. Watch what she does, so you can handle this by yourself next time.”

“You are so hot, Lily,” Cammy told me as we walked down to the entry foyer. “I don’t know anybody with a bell like that.” The bell in question hung from a ring just behind my clit. Shaped like a lily, it chimed in pleasing counterpoint to the clicks of our stilettos on the hardwood floor.

“Thanks,” I said, a little uncomfortable with being the object of such adoration. “You’re pretty hot, too.”

“Aren’t I?” she preened. Lowering her voice a tad, Cammy confided, “Linnea thinks I should get my tongue pierced, like Miriam.”

“Wow,” I responded, a bit breathlessly. “That’s a big step up, for an intern.” I envied her a bit for attracting Linnea’s notice; the thought she could do something to herself for Linnea made me gooey inside.

Cammy’s voice got even quieter. “Yeah. I’m a little nervous about it; I never did girls before I started here, you know?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I reassured her. “Sometimes it just takes a while to figure out what’s right for you.”

“But I want to be good,” she protested. “Can you give me some tips? Everybody says you’re like this major slut.”

I sighed, feeling perversely pleased, even if it was clear Linnea didn’t share that opinion. “I’d think Miriam would be a better person to ask.”

“She’s lazy,” Cammy whispered, looking about for eavesdroppers. “She licks for hours, and sometimes I think Linnea forgets she’s there!” A little more loudly, she continued, “Irene is always talking about what a great assistant you are, and everybody can hear it when you’re doing her! And you don’t even have a stud. I want to be like that.”

I felt guilty for thinking such mean things about her, earlier. Anybody who shared my opinion of Miriam couldn’t be all bad, and I liked to see new people with drive who wanted to improve themselves and get ahead. “I don’t know what I can do, Cammy, but I’ll help out. Maybe we can talk to Irene about it.”

“You’re the best!” she squealed, and then pounced on me for a big wet kiss. Her tongue was aggressive and her lips tasted of licorice; I couldn’t resist sliding my hand into her opened blouse and copping a feel of her tit. Unlike her, I had the discipline to break contact right away; Irene expected me to take care of our visitors, not screw around with the other help.

The pair waiting for us in the foyer didn’t look like a traditional couple. The guy was a solidly built Hispanic who probably weighed about the same as Cammy and I put together. His companion was a short-haired Asian who, although tall, was thin as a rail. I figured her for a woman, mostly on the basis of the way her short hair was styled; she didn’t have makeup or anything in the way of a bust. They turned to face us as we swept through the inner door.

“Cammy! Please relight these candles, right away,” I said, displeased to find them all extinguished. Linnea was real big on candles; I knew better than most, since I spent a lot of time each day making sure they were replaced before they burned down. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” I addressed our visitors.

“It’s no problem,” the man said. “You don’t have to keep those burning on our account.”

“They were all lit,” Cammy groused, quietly, but she was already lighting the first of the big wall sconces.

“Well,” I said, seeing things seemed to be under control, “I’m Lily. How can I help you today?”

“My name is Kim,” the woman introduced herself, “and this is Xavier.” They both bowed briefly rather than offering a handshake. “We were hoping to see Linnea?” She coughed lightly even as I was inhaling to get a deep breath of the newly-renewed scent of incense.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “As I’m sure Cammy told you, Ms. Richwell is extremely busy and doesn’t have room in her schedule for walk-ins. Perhaps you could make an appointment for a future time; may I ask what this is regarding?”

Annoyingly, Xavier chose to answer my question with one of his own. “Are you her assistant?” he asked, staring intently at me.

I stepped ruthlessly on my inclination to inflate my importance, since I didn’t know who they were and didn’t want anything inappropriate to get back to Linnea. “No, I’m Irene Calzetta’s slut. Irene is Linnea’s executive assistant.” The two of them exchanged a glance. “I’m quite capable of getting you on Linnea’s calendar,” I insisted.

Xavier pulled a photo out of his shirt pocket and held it out to me. “Do you know this woman, Lily?”

Accepting it, I moved a little closer to one of the windows where the light was better. Cammy leaned over my shoulder to look too, but she remained quiet so I didn’t say anything. The woman in the picture was somewhat attractive, but dreadfully plain. She was smiling, but didn’t seem to have any makeup beyond some timid lipstick. Medium blonde hair that looked like it had never seen anything except a brush came about to her shoulders. The picture was cropped so it wasn’t really possible to see what she was wearing or where she was.

“She’s kind of a dog,” Cammy whispered, pressing herself lightly against my back.

I shushed her as I handed back the photo. “I’m afraid not,” I shook my head, feeling my earrings swing. “Is she what you wanted to speak with Linnea about?”

Kim and Xavier traded that look again. “Are you sure?” she asked me.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “Look, are you the police or something? Who is this woman?”

Xavier opened his mouth first, but Kim blurted out, “Nobody,” before he could put a word in. “We’re very sorry to have disturbed you, Lily. If we could ask just one more question?”

I nodded politely. “Certainly.” Frankly, I was tired of them and wanted them to leave, but Irene and Linnea always stressed to the staff that we shouldn’t make any waves; the Richwells had enough problems without making it onto TMZ or the cover of some tabloid.

“Who’s this?” Kim held out another picture.

“Please leave, now,” I said firmly after just a quick glance. I was more certain than ever the pair of them were muckrakers of one sort or another. “You are no longer welcome here.”

“Oh, wow,” said Cammy, trying to peer over my shoulder again. “When was that?”

“Cammy,” I sighed, but they were already focused on her.

“Do you recognize them?” Kim asked, brusquely pushing past me to shove the picture in front of Cammy.

“That’s it! Out!” I shouted at them, pushing the Asian towards the elevator. “A little help, please?” I muttered over my shoulder.

Cammy jumped and leaned over to hit the elevator call button. Meanwhile, Xavier had grabbed Kim and hauled her away from us like we had leprosy. “We’re leaving!” he assured me, backing towards the elevator. “I’m sorry; we didn’t mean to upset you.”

I glared at the pair of them until the closing doors blocked them from my sight, and then took a deep calming breath. “It would have been better to just stay silent, Cammy.”

She didn’t look too repentant. “Well, they weren’t going to let you get close enough to get a hair without being distracted, right? Besides, I was curious — I’ve never seen Linnea with a guy.”

With another sigh, I looked at the dark hair pinched between my fingers. Xavier hadn’t let me get near him — whether intentionally or accidentally, I wasn’t sure — but Kim hadn’t been so lucky. My mind shied away from thinking about the picture, but Cammy wouldn’t let it go.

“She was dressed like a bum, too. I guess that was before she moved here, right?”

“It’s none of our business,” I protested, she was right. The casual clothing in the picture wasn’t anything like what Linnea wore now — when she bothered to dress. She’d been standing with a good-looking man who looked vaguely familiar, and holding up some little trinket. It looked like the commemorative pins some places gave out, but… I shook my head and pushed the troublesome thoughts away.

“The candles were lit when you met them originally?” Cammy nodded. “Then I suppose we’d better go tell Irene. I didn’t like the feel of those people.” None of it really made sense to me, but Linnea was very possessive of her candles and had a fetish for collecting hairs from visitors. It had never been a problem before, as far as I knew.

Irene’s office was still empty, so we continued on to Linnea’s office and I knocked gingerly at the door before entering. I hated to disturb them if their meeting was still in progress, but Irene was a stickler for good communication; it was another of the things I really liked about her.

“Oh, wow,” Cammy sighed from behind me, and I had to agree.

Linnea was standing in the middle of the room, head back and eyes closed, looking like the earthly incarnation of Aphrodite. The perfection of her jet black hair and black-rimmed eyes, their thick lashes fluttering above her pale cheeks, made me want to dive between her legs and worship her while fingering myself violently.

Unfortunately, that spot already was occupied. Miriam knelt in front of Linnea, her tongue and fingers busy. The sloppy liquid sounds she made had me trembling. Behind, I could see Irene’s head bobbing against Linnea’s buns and I knew she was working her tongue deep into her boss’s ass.

I knew I was setting a bad example, but nobody alive could have been unmoved by the scene before us, and I was a slut. “Fuck,” I moaned, turning to Cammy, “Do me! Work my tits!” I covered her glossy lips with my own before she could reply, and then pressed her up against the door, cupping her wet gash with my hand.

Technically, I wasn’t masturbating, and Cammy — as an intern — probably was supposed to do what I told her, even if I was just the house slut. She didn’t put up any resistance, anyway. I tasted the black licorice of her lip gloss and watched her eyes half close as two of my fingers glided deep inside her hot pussy and my thumb started massaging her trigger.

It was my turn to gasp into her mouth when she brushed the lace back from my nipples and captured one of them between a thumb and forefinger. My tits and nips were super-sensitive, and if Cammy hadn’t known that before, she did after a single twist had me cumming in her embrace.

I tensed against her, a corner of my mind trying to keep my bell under control, and concentrated on giving as good as I got. I hardly ever had the chance to do a girl this way, and watching Cammy’s body language go from pleasure to reluctance to disbelief to mindless lust was a real trip.

Was Mrs. Richwell’s predilection for young girls genetic? The thought was so inapropos on so many levels it almost took me out of the moment, but Cammy’s teasing fingers and tongue got me over the hump and we both saw fireworks again.

“What, Lily?”

I belatedly realized the others were looking at us and the only sound in the office, besides our heavy breathing, was the faint music of my bell as it swung between my thighs. I looked fearfully at the trio near the desk, but Linnea seemed to be riding a just-been-fucked high and Irene gave me the faintest of winks, as if she sympathized with my desires.

“There’s something fishy about the couple that was just here,” I said, speaking to the gap between Linnea and Irene. I wasn’t sure which of them I really was supposed to address, although I wished it were Irene.

Already Linnea’s fuse seemed to be burning down. “What couple?” she snapped, smoothing down the hem of her expensive-looking dress. “When?”

Irene gave me an approving nod and I clutched to that lifeline, fighting my nervous bladder and telling myself I hadn’t done anything wrong. “Just now,” I stammered. “They were looking for you, but wouldn’t say why. We told them to leave, and they finally did.”

“They put out the candles in the foyer, too,” Cammy added, “but Lily had me relight them right away.”

Linnea’s gazed locked onto the intern. “‘We?’ You were there?”

Cammy nodded eagerly. “Yes. I answered when they first arrived, but they were like pushy so I went to Irene, and she sent Lily to help me.”

“You are not supposed to be answering the door!” Linnea yelled.

If she’d been talking to me that way, I would have wet myself like a baby, but her displeasure seemed to just roll off of Cammy. “But they kept ringing the doorbell!”

Irene sighed and interjected herself into the conversation. “It’s probably my fault, Linnea. My morning meeting with Lily ran a bit long and I hadn’t released her yet. Cammy was just trying to help. What’s the problem?”

Linnea couldn’t entirely suppress a smirk; it wasn’t much of a secret what went on during our meetings. As if she could talk, although that wasn’t something I could say in my position! Linnea sighed and sat down in her chair. “You say they were asking for me? Did you recognize them?”

“No, I mean, yes, well…” Cammy unconsciously swiveled a foot on the floor, trying to work it through. “They wanted you, definitely. There was a picture and everything. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before at all.”

The girl was sweet, but she absolutely could not carry a story. I hoped Linnea wasn’t considering her for anything too important. Taking a deep mental breath, I spoke up again.

“Their names were Kim and Xavier. They did ask to speak with you, but the photograph they showed us first was of some other woman, a little plain but not unattractive, whom we did not recognize. Subsequently, they asked us to look at a second picture, of you standing with some man and holding what looked like a charm. You were dressed quite casually.”

Linnea didn’t look as surprised as I might have expected. “A thin Asian woman, and a big Hispanic guy, right?”

Cammy and I nodded in unison.

“Damnit.” Her anger didn’t seem to be directed at us. “I don’t suppose you managed to get any hairs from them?” It was clear Linnea’s expectations weren’t very high.

“Yes!” Cammy cried, bouncing up and down excitedly. I held up the short dark hair, still pinched in a death grip so I wouldn’t lose it.

I tried to adjust Linnea’s expectations, which I feared we’d accidentally just inflated, and share credit where it was due. “Just from Kim; Cammy did a nice job of distracting her. Xavier wouldn’t let either of us get anywhere near him.”

Linnea still looked happy as she casually pushed Miriam aside with a foot and strode over to collect our prize. The quick kiss she gave each of us left me swooning with pleasure. By the time I recovered my senses, she was back at her desk and frowning again.

“Are they a problem? Do we need to contact the police?” Irene asked.

“Nooooo,” Linnea said slowly, still thinking.

I turned to herd Cammy (and myself) out of the office; we’d done our duty and clearly it was a job for the big girls now.

Clearly, I was wrong. “Lily, please stay a moment. The rest of you, go get a coffee or something; we need a few minutes alone.”

Everybody else looked as surprised as I felt, especially when it became clear she meant Miriam, too. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Linnea without the dark-haired girl in attendance, and I couldn’t think what in the world Linnea would want with me. I hesitantly approached the desk and listened to the door closing behind me.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you, Lily?” Linnea asked. The force of her presence was nearly overwhelming.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped, falling helplessly to my knees as the strength went out of my legs. The feel of that word leaving my lips was nearly orgasmic.

She looked down at me, her face wearing a Mona Lisa smile. “There’s something only you can do for me, Lily. I want that hair from Xavier.”

My mind raced. Of course I wanted to please Linnea, but I couldn’t imagine how I would possibly track down this Xavier, or steal a hair from him, or why Linnea thought I was uniquely qualified to do so. “Why? I mean, how?” I asked, feeling miserable and stupid.

“It’ll be easier than you think, Lily,” she said, reaching down and lifting my chin with a finger. “You remember that woman, the one in the first photo he showed you?”

I nodded hopefully.

“Well, you’re going to pretend to be her, and get close to him.”

“That’s ridiculous!” I blurted unthinkingly. I cringed, but Linnea only looked amused, so I went on. “I don’t look anything like her. He’d never believe it, even if I did find him. And why would he talk to me? They wanted you.”

She giggled! “You’ll be close enough. I’m pretty sure that if you just make yourself available, they’ll find you — no effort required.”

“You mean, go out?” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been out of the apartment. There was so much to do, I literally didn’t have time for anything else except eating and sleeping. If it weren’t for the Internet, we all would have been naked and starving.

Linnea nodded. “Yes. I know how hard you work, Lily. Take a night off. If nothing happens, that’s perfectly fine — you just get a little break. But I’m betting you’ll run into Xavier. Call it a hunch.”

“But what if he asks more questions? Or…” I struggled to articulate my nervousness. “If something happens?” Xavier hadn’t struck me as violent, but he probably could break me like a twig if he felt like it.

She grinned at me. “I’ll send Cammy with you for backup. You can have a girls’ night out; get to know each other.”

I had a mental vision of Cammy staring at me in confusion and twisting a pigtail around a finger while Xavier stuffed me into some anonymous panel van or something. It wasn’t very reassuring. On the other hand, Linnea was the boss and she got to make the rules. “Okay,” I agreed, trying to downplay my reluctance.

“Sweet Lily. Come and thank me for being so nice to you.” She lifted the hem of her dress.

Nesting between her smooth thighs and extending my tongue to taste her felt like coming home again. All my doubts faded in the face of the pleasurable task at hand.

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Grammar could be bad

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs.

Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kathy helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound!

Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay, but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

The lady nodded and Kathy went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy. Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kathy a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings!

Carolyn said that these would be fine but that she wanted another pair, but in suede, so Kathy again went to the store room and picked out another pair! After sitting back down, she began pulling off the black patents that Carolyn had just tried on, but as she began to tug on the heal of one of the shoes, Carolyn slightly spread her legs to reveal a very bare shaved vagina. Kathy stared for a moment but removed the shoes as if nothing had happened. She wasn’t sure, but she felt that Carolyn may have exposed herself on purpose!

Picking up the suedes she started to put on the right shoe on Carolyn’s foot, but this time, only more overtly, Carolyn spread her legs and held them open! Now Kathy could plainly see the bare vagina, and while taking a longer look, Kathy could see that Carolyn was in a state of high sexual excitement as her crack glistened with juice that had leaked from her pussy!!!

Making no attempt to hide her intentions Carolyn flexed her pelvic muscles which made her lips open and close slightly! Breathing harder now, Carolyn asked in a low voice, “Dear would you please massage my foot, it seems to have cramp?” Looking around the store to make sure no one was watching, Kathy took Carolyn’s foot into her hands and softly rubbed the arch, feeling her whole body stiffen as she gently rubbed the pretty foot.

Kathy was now caught up in the game, and leered more boldly at the gaping slit between the older woman’s legs as she was now unashamedly exposing her genitals to the young girl! Kathy looked back up and said, “You’re quite the slut aren’t you?!?” The near dirty talk made Carolyn let out with a soft moan. “Are you going to cum you little cunt,” pressed Kathy? “Oh yes,” the now shaking lady answered!

Kathy could now see that the bare pussy was now beginning to spasm out of control as the fat lips began to open and close erratically as her orgasm began to build up in her cunt! Kathy giving a quick look around the store, and when she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she buried her index finger buried itself deep into the gaping vagina, and after only two or three quick thrusts, Carolyn’s whole body stiffened while a vicious orgasm wrenched her shaking pussy!!!

Afterwards, she slumped over in the chair waiting for her cum to subside and her breathing to return to normal before announcing softly, “I’ll take both pairs of pumps, wrap them up.”

As Carolyn left the store, another salesgirl named Judy came over and said, “Nice sale at the end of the day Kath!” All Kathy said was, “Yeah, nice sale!!!”

THE END

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“I am so pleased you have confirmed you are both bi, so pleased,” Sarah’s friend Debbi smiled, a week after our tryst with Leslie. Sarah had just told her all about our three-way with him, an attractive and very exciting cross dresser, when she asked, “Did your man reciprocate with a blow job for Leslie? Was he tempted?”

“A gentleman never tells,” I smiled smugly, fascinated where this conversation might lead.

“Some of my girlfriends speak very highly of your man Sarah. He is rumoured to have a thick, nine-inch erection when fully aroused. And you Sarah, are rumoured to be very exciting woman and extremely talented.

Debbi had our full attention as I looked closely at her, taller than Sarah, she has a presence, a very confident, most attractive woman with just a hint of bisexuality. Short, bobbed, brunette hair and a slim size-10 body with wonderful long legs and tits in proportion to her body

Sarah and I were both enjoying Debbi’s verbal teasing and the thrust of her questions. “Do you shave or wax, both of you? Do you have any special rules? What is your biggest turn on Sarah? And you Roger, do you any special turn ons? How many times a week do you do it? Do you watch each other masturbate? Do you have any kinky sexy fetishes, both of you?”

“Depends what you call kinky, we have lots, perhaps we might show you some of them,” Sarah smiled.

“Can’t you tell me just one?,” Debbi teased, hanging on to Sarah’s every word.

“Shall I tell her just one Roger?,” Sarah teased enjoying the frisson.

“Let me tell her, just one. I have an ass fetish Debbi, and Sarah has a magnificent big ass. She loves me worshiping it, licking and kissing her ass cheeks. Even better with another male or female watching. Young boys especially. A variation on that is another male or female licking and kissing her ass cheeks while we tongue kiss, the only contact our tongues and lips.”

“Oh wow, that is two kinky fetishes, I like it, very much,” Debbi replied.

“I have a thing about well hung men,” she told us as she held my gaze and crossed her wonderful, long legs for us, her short skirt well above her knees. “I might be talking out of turn Sarah, but I would love to give your man a blow job. Am I talking out of turn?”

Sarah played the moment to perfection. “You are talking out of turn, however I have a counter proposition for you. You are rumored to be bi and a very talented lesbian lover. You can give my man a blow job, I want to watch and participate. My trade off is a tongue fuck from you while my man participates.”

Before Debbi departed Sarah took her hand and and led her to another room. “These are our sex chairs. Do you like the mirrors? The third chair with the bottle of oil is for a spectator. We love an audience.”

“You can have me on Friday and my man Roger on Sunday. Three in the afternoon, sex is always better in the afternoon. Does that work for you?”

Sarah, is of French descent, in her mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. Her body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer. Or was it his preference? Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.

She has a high sex drive, very high. She loves reminding me. “I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked and teased by both sexes,” She lost all her inhibitions between her second and third husbands and she loves having sex with an audience. And she really does enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

She has a tacit agreement with me that she can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, ‘you can watch and masturbate’ she told me. If the second man wants to blow me, she loves to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

We quickly moved beyond those rules and now have a third or fourth person on an irregular basis: Sunday afternoon is our preferred time, what better way to spend an afternoon?

On the Friday Sarah and I were looking forward to Debbi’s visit with great anticipation. We had shaved each others pubes to our satisfaction. Sarah has gone through a number of styles, even bald. My favourite style for her is the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer, or was it his preference?, an exciting trimmed triangle with a gap at the sides. For me just a tuft above my shaved cock.

“What do you think baby, is less more?,” Sarah asked as she tried on several outfits. “This jacket and heels, nothing else apart from my perfume? Is it too short, does it cover my ass? Should I leave the buttons undone?”

“I love that look I told her, the only thing the jacket covers is your nipples, it highlights your wonderful legs, glorious big ass and shaved cunt. It is an absolute turn for me.”

“Do you think Debbi will like it? You know I want to turn her on as soon as she walks in the door.”

I settled on a pair of tight silk slacks and asked Sarah to oil my back and torso, hoping I could provide Debbi some eye candy. The feel and touch of silk on my cock was very arousing with Sarah’s oily hands on my body.

“Are you going to masturbate for Debbi and I while you watch?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Yes, you know I would.”

“Then turn me on while I watch, really turn me on, you know your turn on is my turn on Sarah,” I whispered already excited at the thought as she rubbed a hand over my silk slacks and the outline of my already aroused cock.

“Sarah is almost ready,” I smiled at Debbi before we lightly tongue kissed when she arrived as she ogled my oily, naked torso. “She has been looking forward to today, very much so,” I told her truthfully as we could hear Sarah walking toward us.

“Wow, what a greeting,” Debbi smiled as she admired Sarah’s almost naked body. “You know how to make an entrance,” she told her as she tongue kissed Sarah and she returned her kisses.

Sarah and I had both been looking forward to Debbi showing us her naked body. “Take it off for me Roger,” she instructed as she placed my hand on a zipper at the back of her short, black cocktail dress, one movement and she shrugged out of it as it fell to her ankles.

“You wanted me to wear heels Sarah. Did I overlook anything,” she smiled as Sarah and I ogled her naked body. Wonderful, long, well formed legs, jet black pubic hair trimmed in Helmut Newton style, flat stomach, good hips and waist and larger than expected tits with aroused nipples.

“You really are an exciting woman Sarah, incredibly exciting,” Debbi whispered as they passionately tongue kissed.

“I love being linked and teased, love it,” Sarah moaned as Debbi licked and sucked her nipples. “Even better with my man licking and sucking one.

“Tell me what you are going to do to me Debbi?,” Sarah teased she held her hand on the way to our sex chairs.

“I want give your man a blow job on Sunday, your trade off was a tongue fuck from me while your man participated. Let’s do it, now, right now.”

“Lick and kiss my big ass cheeks first, while Roger tongue kisses me. Now tongue kiss me while Roger licks and kisses my ass cheeks.

Sarah had her legs spread, one foot on Debbi’s shoulder as Debbi wrapped her arms her thighs before she slid her tongue along Sarah’s already wet cunt lips.

The way Sarah and I were kissing with just the tips of our tongues as Debbi was tongue fucking her was exquisite. I rubbed the tip of my erection over her nipples before I licked and kissed them.

I wasn’t sure if Debbi saw me slide my erect cock and balls out of my slacks before I fitted a cock ring and clipped it under my balls. Though she did glance up to see me smearing oil over it as I commenced masturbating. Sexual heaven for me masturbating toward a huge, slow orgasm while watching a talented, bi-sex woman tongue fucking my lady.

Earlier when Sarah had confirmed she wanted me to masturbate for her while I watched Debbi tongue fucking her, I had asked her to, ‘turn me on, really turn me on, while I watch’.

“Am I turning you on, really turning you on, Debbi is good, extremely good,” Sarah told me as I watched her, hands on Debbi’s head pushing her into her. I knew she was really turned on when she starting moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, I love it.”

Not the first time I had enjoyed masturbating while watching Sarah being sexually pleasured by a female, or a male. But the best as both of them watched me orgasm.

On the Sunday before Debbi arrived Sarah and I were both refreshed and pleased we had enjoyed a days break. “I want you to have a full on, thick nine-inch erection for Debbi when she arrives, and for me,” she warned me earlier.

“And you know I want us to share a man, or perhaps two men, soon as my quid pro quo, my trade off for this. You know exactly the type of man I prefer. Fantasize about it while I watch Debbi giving you a blow job.”

A few minutes before she was due Sarah was naked apart from her heels as she helped me slide on the same tight fitting, black silk slacks I had worn on the Friday. “This oil looks wonderful on your body,” she told me as she applied it. “Get hard for me, really hard, an absolute boner, I want you to have a full on, thick nine-inch erection for Debbi when she arrives, and for me.” She told me as she licked and sucked my nipples with a hand inside my slacks.

“Oil my ass, an extra turn on for both of us,” she told me as she poured some oil into my hand. “Is that an extra turn on for you?”

“Now slide your cock and balls out of your slacks, show me if you really do have an absolute boner.

“Come in and lock the door Debbi, we are in the next room.” Sarah told her as she arrived moments later.

“Oh fuck, you two are incredible,” Debbi purred as she watched me licking and kissing Sarah’s ass with my balls and full on erection poking out of the tight opening in my slacks while Sarah slid it between two fingers in V-shape,.

“Fucking incredible,” she whispered as she tongue kissed Sarah while I continued licking and kissing her ass.

“I would love to give your man a blow job Sarah. Am I talking out of turn?,” Debbi smiled sarcastically referencing a conversation we had less than two weeks ago.

“You are not talking out of turn, I want to watch and join in,” Sarah replied.

“Tell me what foreplay you would like?,” Debbi whispered as we tongue kissed.

“Lick my nipples with your hand on Sarah’s ass. Kiss Sarah with your hand on my erection. Lick my balls. Suck my balls. Lick my cock.”

“I have never had a man as big as you. Even more exciting with his sexy lady watching and enjoying.”

“Stand with your back to the wall, let’s make it a three-way for you,” Sarah told us she took control.

Debbi was on her knees, my full on erection poking out at ninety-degrees as she went to work. Lick the underside of my erection, lick my balls, then suck and use her tongue on the tip of my erection.

“Your tum on is my turn baby,” Sarah told me as she watched Debbi. “And I am so turned on right now,” she whispered as she alternated tongue kissing me and licking and sucking my nipples.

I learnt long ago the best blow jobs or hand jobs are while standing. Magical, just magical while your lady is participating. Her tongue on mine as Debbi had me on the brink was sexual heaven. “Do you want Debbi to swallow,” Sarah whispered.

“Do you?,” Debbi teased. “Do you?’

“Oh fuck, so good, so fucking good, I moaned before I could answer and my knees buckled.

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Katy was afraid of going down in the dark!!!

It was all dark in the hallway down the stairs. Katy was standing on the top step unable to decide whether to go down further or not. Finally she mustered up her courage and went down. The big master bedroom was at the back, where John and Martha, Katy’s parents slept. But she had doubts whether they slept at all in the night or not, because many a times she has heard them scream and weird sounds coming from their room back in the old house and here too. Hearing those strange sounds she went round to the kitchen drank a heart fill of water, and started climbing up the stairs. Suddenly she heard loud screams from her parents’ room; her mother Martha was shouting something to her dad which she couldn’t understand, but she heard her name being taken many a times. She thought vice not to come in between them, went to her room took off her panties and tee, and cuddled inside the blanket, thinking what might her parents be doing.
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Katy Murdoch is a 19 year old girl, with fair complexion, medium height, perfectly shaped tummy and ass, DD-sized tits, blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect fantasy girl from all angles. Her mother Martha Murdoch, 38 years old, about the height of Katy, Flat tummy and round ass, DD size tits with a bit larger nipples, Blonde hair, Brown eyes and not a sign of flab on her body even at this age. Martha’s husband, John Murdoch, 42 years, 6’4 height, Athletic body, Blonde hair, Blue eyes, and a perfect fantasy guy look even at this age for all his neighboring ladies. And the last member of the Murdoch family, Jason Murdoch, 22 years, and attributes as good as his father, a pinch better in the contrary. They lived in Washington a few days back, and then the business dried up there which forced the family come in LA, with the handsome money they have earned, buy a big mansion over here and plan to start a new venture.
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It was an early Sunday morning. Jason was in NY, studying the sciences. Only Katy, John and Martha were at home. Katy came to the balcony where John and Martha were discussing the details of their next venture. Katy stood at the door, watching them intently. “What happened honey, you look a little disturbed?” Martha asked Katy. “N…no….nothing.” Katy stammered. “Ohh, common hon, speak up. Remember what we have decided no secrets in the family!!” John joked. “Dad, only last night, you both were shouting at each other like you were goin to kill. And now you two are discussing the business details so calmly!!!” Katy said. Martha glanced at John and Katy saw them smiling. “What happened dad??” Katy asked. “Nothing hon, go inside take your breakfast, and then we can decide what we can do for our new venture.” Martha cut in. “No mom, this ain’t fair. You guys said no secrets in the family.” “Ok, ok. I was fucking your mom last night.” John spoke. “John, she’s our daughter.” Martha glared at him. “So what darling, someday or the other we they have to know these.” John argued. “But john not that.” Martha raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah not that.” John smiled. “Not what dad?? You gotta tell me.” “Nothing honey it’s a matter of we adults.” “I am an adult now mom. Stop hiding and spill it out.” Martha looked at John, then decided something and looking sternly at Katy said, “You are not mature enough to be told everything right now. Go and have your breakfast.” Katy looked at them angrily and stomped back to the dining room banging the door behind her.
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Katy went up to her room, all sad and angry and closed the door behind her. She removed her clothes and climbed up the bed. As she was lying naked under the blanket, her mind started wandering to the thought of her mom and dad having wild sex in the night. The only confusion she had was that, why her name was being taken when they were having sex. Thinking of the various possibilities her hands went to her pussy, which to her surprise were dripping wet. She slowly massaged around her clit. It felt awesome. Although she had masturbated many times, and once her best friend had even licked on it, but today the feeling was quite different. She was rubbing her clit, while thinking of her parents.She inserted a finger inside her wet pussy, and was slowly fingering herself. She was so engrossed in her act that she didn’t hear the door open and her mother come in. Katy jerked open her eyes, and sat bolt upright as Martha came and sat beside her on the bed. Katy, turned her head and started looking out. “Lisen, Katy honey. I am sorry. I was rude to you this morning, but it wasn’t my fault. You are not old enough to know these things baby.” Martha said politely. “Not old enough mom??. I am 19. And I have seen every genre of porn available and We even had sex education in our schools. And have even seen guys fuck my friends. So I am old enough or more than that.” Martha looked point blank at Katy. She was unable to digest that her own little Katy had grown so much. But the words which Katy has spoken just now were roaming inside her head. She was staring at Katy, admiring her figure form up to down. Then without saying a word she bent forward, held Katy’s head in her hands and Put her whole tongue inside Katy’s mouth. For a moment Katy was taken aback. But then slowly she gave away and kissed her back, letting her tongue also roam inside Martha’s mouth. The kiss lasted for quite a long time. “Now you might be knowing why your name was being shouted that night. You were my and your dad’s fantasy for a long time. But we never thought of advancing to you as parents.” Martha said as she broke the kiss. “Where’s dad?” Katy asked in a hush hush tone. “He’s out to meet some locals.” “That means we have plenty of time, before he comes back.” “Yeah but why do you say that.” Katy removed her blanket, exposing her perfectly shaven clit, and moved ahead. She brought her mouth close to her mother’s and spoke in a seductive note, “I should have told you this earlier mom. I have a crush on dad. And I always my cherry to be hemmed by him.” Before Martha could respond to this, Katy held her head, put her tongue in her mouth and fell back taking Martha in her arms as they kissed each other passionately for the very first time. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Hey guys, this my very first sex story. I hope you like the starting. I know there’s not much of fuck and suck in here. But I want comments and votes if you wish me to continue the story which i believe is more than horny. I hope to get good results. thnx!!!

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

(DISCLAIMER: the following story was written as fantasy by an adult for adults. For fantasy only. the characters and events in this story are all comepletely made up. I do not condone any of the actions depicted in this story in real life, NOT a guide for or approval for ANYONE to do any of the actions in real life.)

Samantha’s eyes fluttered open, the world coming into focus with the leisure of a lazy Sunday morning. The warmth surrounding her was like a cocoon, something fuzzy and cozy that she didn’t recognize immediately. Her mind felt groggy, as if it were fighting its way through a fog of confusion. It took a moment for the memories to come crashing down like a wave of ice-cold reality. Her body felt sore in places she didn’t expect, and the strong smell of lavander, the scent of Rea’s favorite soap was present, a grim reminder of the twisted events that had unfolded at The Temple.

The room she found herself in was a stark contrast to the sterile gym locker she had blacked out in. The walls were dark, maybe black, which were adorned with velvet curtains and posters of someone’s favorite emo bands. The floor was lined with plush, black shag carpet that seemed to absorb the darkness around her, and the bed she lay on was covered in a patchwork of black and red sheets. The only source of light was a string of fairy lights that snaked around the canopy, casting a soft glow over the room and highlighting the cute, emo-styled stuffed animals that lined the shelves.

Her body felt heavy, as if she had been drugged, and her mind raced to piece together the events that had brought her here. The last thing she remembered was the crushing pain of Rea’s cock in her ass, the feel of Jake’s hand around her throat, and the sound of their dark laughter echoing in her ears. She tried to sit up, but her muscles protested, and she fell back with a gasp.

Her eyes darted to the side, and that’s when she saw it—a rope with an adjustable leather and steel cuff, tied neatly to the bedpost. She followed the line with her gaze, her heart racing as she realized that each of the other three posts had a similar setup, the ropes trailing along the bed like the arms of a spider waiting to ensnare its prey. The sight was terrifying as she remembered what happened to her.

The bed beneath her was massive, a four-poster monstrosity that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a gothic novel. The mattress was soft, almost too soft, like it might swallow her whole. She reached out tentatively to touch the rope, her hand trembling. It was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket that enveloped her.

Her eyes looked down at the blanket wrapped around her, the fabric a curious blend of red and black faux fur on one side and rich red and black checkered velvet on the other. The material was thick and lush, the fur side soft and comforting against her skin, the velvet cool and smooth. The sides were a bizarre contrast, but somehow it suited the room’s morbid decor. The fur side was fluffy and warm, the velvet side sleek and cold. The weight of the blanket was surprisingly comforting, and she wrapped it around her tighter.

Samantha slipped under the comforting blanket before the sound of voices and footsteps snapped her back into her fear. She recognized the muffled tones as Rea’s, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in Rea’s room, and she had no idea how she had gotten there. The panic set in as she recalled the twisted games they had played with her in the shower, her body still aching from their brutal assault. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn’t notice she was awake.

The door to the room creaked open, and Rea’s silhouette filled the doorway, the light from the hallway casting a glow around her muscular frame. She looked over at Samantha, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw her eyes flutter open. “Look who’s up,” she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Samantha’s spine.

“Please,” Samantha croaked, her voice barely audible. “Don’t do this again. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t… please.” Her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling with fear. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, but she felt a deep need to appease the monsters that had invaded her life.

Rea’s smirk grew wider, the shadows playing across her face making her look more sinister than ever. “Whatever we want, huh?” she said, her voice a low, taunting purr. “And what do you think we want, Sammy?”

“I, I don’t- please. Please don’t,” Samantha stuttered, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes searched Rea’s face, looking for any sign of mercy. But all she found was a cold, calculating gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.

Rea’s smirk grew even wider at Samantha’s pleas, and she took a step closer to the bed. She sat down on the edge, the mattress shifting under her weight. Then, with a sudden and surprising gentleness, she reached out and pulled Samantha into a sitting position, nestling her into the curve of her body. Samantha felt Rea’s strong arms wrap around her, and she stiffened, unsure of what to do.

Rea’s hand began to move in soft, soothing circles on Samantha’s back, the touch almost comforting if not for the context. “Shh,” she whispered, “it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. Not right now, anyway.”

Samantha’s body was a battleground of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and a strange, twisted sense of safety in Rea’s arms. She leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth of Rea’s body against her own, the contrast between the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her muscular frame. The scent of Rea’s cologne filled her nostrils, a mix of sandalwood and something faintly metallic. It was the same scent that had filled the locker room earlier.

Rea’s fingers began to thread through Samantha’s hair, the touch so gentle it was almost hypnotic. She stroked and caressed, her nails lightly scraping against Samantha’s scalp. The sensation was soothing, a stark contrast to the pain and violation she had endured before blacking out. It was as if Rea had flipped a switch, transforming from a predator to a caretaker. Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat, the tears streaming down her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation.

With a trembling voice, she choked out the question that had been burning in her soul. “Why?” she sobbed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Why did you do this to me, why did you….why did you rape me. Why did you AND jake rape me?”

Rea’s embrace tightened, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and what looked like genuine concern. “Sammy,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm on Samantha’s raw nerves. “It wasn’t like that. I…i saw you with those bitches that made my life hell all of these years..you- you were laughing, talking shit about me to them. I- I couln’t, I got so angry. So, so mad.” She stroked Samantha’s hair, her touch gentle yet firm.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Rea whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “I know it was wrong, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. You were all I had, and you turned on me. It hurt so much.”

Samantha’s eyes filled with tears as she pushed against Rea’s chest, the pain and confusion in her voice raw. “But why? Why did you do it again. Why did you rape me again with Jake? What did I do to deserve this?”

“The first time i was so angry. The second time just because it felt so good to put you in our place. You always act like i’m between you and Jake. Like you want me gone. I wanted to show you how it felt to be used,” Rea spoke, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and regret. “But that’s not what I want, not really. I just…I just need to feel like I matter to you, like you see me.”

Rea’s words hit Samantha like a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping for air. She hadn’t realized the depth of Rea’s pain, the torment she had been carrying all this time. Her heart ached for her, and she felt the walls of anger she had built up crumbling away. Slowly, she relaxed into Rea’s embrace, allowing the warmth of her body to seep into her own cold, shivering form.

“You hurt me Rea. You both did. And not just the rape. I know you’ve been fucking jake behind my back. I let it happen because i didn’t want to lose either of you.” Samantha’s voice was a mix of pain and accusation. She could feel the anger bubbling up again, but it was different now. It was no longer a fiery rage but a sad, simmering disappointment.

Rea’s grip on her tightened, and she felt a tremor run through the larger woman’s body. “We didn’t mean to hurt you, Sam. It just got out of hand,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “I know i’m a monster sammy. Inside….,” Rae looks down at her crotch ssdly, “…….and outside.”

Samantha felt a tear slip down her cheek, the weight of Rea’s words pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. She knew that Rea wasn’t entirely to blame. Jake had been a willing participant in the assault, his own insecurities and anger fueling his actions. But it was Rea’s betrayal that stung the most.

“I just don’t understand why,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. “Why did you do this to me?”

Rea sighed, her chest rising and falling heavily against Samantha. “It’s complicated, Sam. You know I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, like I’m not enough. And when you got with jake, it just…it hurt. My only friend was being taken away. Then you talking to those bitches. I wanted to show you what it felt like to be powerless, to be hurt,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I never wanted to hurt you like this. I just wanted you to see me, to know me, to accept me like Jake does.”

Samantha’s eyes searched Rea’s, trying to find a trace of the person she once knew. Her voice was small and trembled with pain, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I’ve told someone before. You know the rumors, the stories, Rea the freak, Rea the man, Rea the tranny. It never ends,” Rea said, her voice a whisper of regret. “But with you, it was different. I finally let myself think i had a friend besides jake.”

Samantha’s chest tightened, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process the words. “But that doesn’t justify this, Rea,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, the pain in her body a constant reminder of what they had done. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Rea pushed her to the bed roughly, “I TOLD YOU I’M A MONSTER INSIDE.” she gripped samantha’s wrist to the bed roughly. Rea saw the feqr in her eyes before she let up and moved to the end of the bed. “I already told you sammy. This is who I am. You can either accept it or leave,” she said, her voice still holding a hint of the malice from before.

But then something unexpected happened. Samantha slowly reached out a shaky hand, her eyes searching Rea’s, looking for some semblance of the friend she had known. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, “Maybe… Maybe I can still be your friend.”

Rea’s expression softened, the rage draining out of her like a punctured balloon. She turned to face Samantha, the tension in her shoulders easing. “What do you mean?”

Samantha took a deep, trembling breath before speaking. “I… I don’t know if I can forgive you, Rea. Not right now. But I don’t want to lose you. I might not show it, but I care about you too much. You and jake.”

Rea’s eyes widened, hope sparking within them like embers catching flame. She didn’t dare move, afraid that any sudden motion might scare Samantha away again. “You mean it?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Samantha nodded, her eyes brimming with tears she refused to shed. Then, with a soft sigh, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Rea’s waist. Rea’s breath hitched, the sudden warmth and pressure of Samantha’s embrace feeling both alien and like the most natural thing in the world. For a moment, she just sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do next.

As Samantha’s cheek pressed against her, Rea felt the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, and she realized that this was what she had been craving all along. She reached up, her hand tentative as it cupped Samantha’s cheek. Her thumb traced the line of Samantha’s jaw, feeling the rapid pulse of her heartbeat beneath the fragile skin. And then, she leaned in, her own face a mask of raw emotion, to kiss Samantha’s cheek.

Samantha it seemed, had the same idea. With a sudden jerk, she turned her face and their lips met instead. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle brushing of skin against skin, the barest whisper of a touch. But as the seconds ticked by, it grew in intensity, a silent declaration of their tumultuous feelings.

Rea felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief and love that washed over her like a tidal wave. Her hand slid around the back of Samantha’s neck, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. Samantha’s arms tightened around her, her body responding despite the fear she felt just being around Rea.

They moved backward together, the bed a sea of tangled sheets and forgotten pillows. Samantha’s legs curled around Rea’s waist, and she could feel the heat of her friend’s body against her own. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, their tongues dancing together in a silent apology and promise of more to come.

Rea’s hand slid down to cup Samantha’s ass, feeling the firm flesh in her palm. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her cock throb with need. Samantha’s legs tightened around her, and she could feel her pussy rubbing against the bulge in Rea’s pants.

They broke the kiss, panting and staring into each other’s eyes. The silence was thick, pregnant with unspoken words and desires. Rea’s heart raced, and she could see the fear and confusion mirrored in Samantha’s gaze. But there was something else there too, something that made her heart skip a beat—desire.

With trembling hands, Rea reached for the button of her own pants, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s. She watched as Samantha’s eyes widened slightly, then darted down to the bulge that had formed there. The air was charged with a tension that was palpable, a dance of lust and fear that had them both teetering on the edge.

But as Rea moved to free herself from the confines of her pants, Samantha’s hand shot out like a snake, grabbing her wrist firmly. “No,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from the screams and tears of earlier. “This isn’t right.”

The suddenness of the move caught Rea off guard, and she froze, her eyes searching Samantha’s face for any clue as to what was happening. Samantha’s gaze was intense, a mix of anger, fear, and a flicker of something else—something that sent a shiver down Rea’s spine.

“What are you doing?” Rea’s voice was laced with confusion as she felt the rough leather and cool metal of the handcuffs encircle her wrists. Samantha’s answer was a silent one, her eyes never leaving Rea’s as she secured her to the bed frame, one cuff at a time. The mattress shifted as Rea tugged against the restraints.

With a swift, surprising motion, Samantha picked up a riding crop that lay on the bedside table. The sound of it cutting through the air was like a whip crack, and the sharp sting of leather against her skin was a jolting reality check. Rea gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain. Her skin stung where the crop had landed, a stark red line already rising to the surface.

“What the fuck, Sam?” Rea’s voice was a mix of anger and confusion. But Samantha didn’t answer. Instead, she raised the crop again and brought it down with a vicious thwack across Rea’s toned abs, leaving another line of fire. Rea’s body tensed, her breath hitching as she stared at Samantha in disbelief.

Samantha’s eyes were cold, a stark contrast to the heat of the room. “You liked it when I was your fuck toy, didn’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low growl. “You liked it when I was at your mercy, when you could do whatever you wanted to me.”

Rea felt the sting of the crop again, this time on her thigh. She winced, trying to pull away, but the cuffs held firm. “Sam, stop,” she pleaded, but the words fell on deaf ears.

“You liked it when I was weak, didn’t you?” Samantha’s voice was a whipcrack, the crop coming down again and again. Each hit was punctuated by a vicious word, each one sinking into Rea’s flesh and soul like a knife. “But now you’re the one who’s tied up. Now you’re the one who can’t escape.”

Rea’s thoughts were a mix of pain and confusion, her eyes watering as the crop struck her again and again. “Sam, please,” she begged, the desperation in her voice genuine. “You’re right, I did things that were wrong. But we can fix this.”

Samantha didn’t relent, her arm moving in a blur as the crop landed on Rea’s skin with a sharp crack. “Fix this?” she spat out, her eyes flashing with anger. “How do you fix something like this?”

The crop struck again, this time across Rea’s stomach, leaving a red welt that stood out against her tan skin. “You think you can just apologize and make it all go away?” Another hit, this time to her breasts, the pain making Rea arch her back and bite her lip to keep from screaming.

“I didn’t mean it,” she panted, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I just… I don’t know what came over me.”

The crop landed again, the sting of leather on skin echoing in the room. “You didn’t mean it?” Samantha’s voice was laced with disgust. “You didn’t mean to rape me? To use me like some kind of toy?”

Samantha freed Rea’s ankels from the restraints before pulling down Rae’s pants, exposing her muscular tan legs to the cold air. She ran the crop down Rea’s legs slowly, her own body trembling with the raw intensity of her emotions. With an angry frown, she brought it down again and again, each strike a punctuation to the venomous words that spilled from her mouth.

“You liked it,” Rea hissed, her voice low and filled with malice. “You liked it when Jake and I used you. Didn’t you?”

Samantha’s eyes watered as she tried to shake her head. “No, Rea, no,” she whimpered. The crop kept coming, a relentless torrent of pain that seemed to mirror the storm of anger in Samantha’s heart. “Please,” Rea gasped out, “please, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Samantha spat, her voice filled with rage. “You think ‘sorry’ is going to cut it? You think a few whips and slaps are going to make this all okay?” She brought the crop down hard across Rea’s thighs, leaving a welt that stood out starkly against her tanned skin. “You’re fucking sick. Both of you. Pick up you legs. Show me that ass.”

Rea complied, her muscles quivering as she lifted her legs. The crop hovered in the air, and for a moment, the only sound was the sound of their ragged breaths. Then, with a snarl, Samantha brought it down again, the leather cracking against Rea’s ass. “You liked it,” she snarled, her voice rising. “You liked watching me squirm and beg and hurt!”

“I didn’t,” Rea ground out, her eyes screwed shut as she dropped her legs. “I didn’t, I swear!”

“Keep them up. Keep that ass showing or i might have to hit something…….else,” Samantha trailed off as she ran the riding crop along the length of Rea’s cock, the leather sending shivers down her spine. Rea bit back a whimper, her legs shaking as she folded herself back into position.

“Now where were we? Oh right,” Samantha murmured, her voice cold and detached as she stepped back and surveyed the scene before her. Rea’s ass was red and welted, standing out from the tan flesh surrounding it. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, to find the strength to keep going. She had to make Rea understand the depth of her betrayal.

“You’re nothing but a fucking freak,” Samantha spat, raising the crop again. But this time, she didn’t bring it down. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that was more terrifying than any shout could ever be. “A sick, twisted, disgusting freak.”

“No. Sammy. No. Please. I’m not,” Rea’s voice was shaking, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the pain and humiliation.

“Lucky for you i like freaks. Unluckily you did rape me,” Samantha’s voice was like ice as she tapped the crop against Rea’s cheek. “But maybe, just maybe, I’ll forgive you when we’re done here.”

Her words sent a bolt of hope through Rea, but she couldn’t find it in her to speak. All she could do was lay there and take whatever Samantha had in store for her. It was the least she could do after what she and Jake did.

Samantha’s gaze was unyielding, the crop still in her hand. “I want you to tell me how much you enjoyed it,” she demanded, her voice still cold and detached.

Rea felt a mix of emotions – fear, anger, and a strange, unwelcome arousal that she tried to push down. “I did enjoy it,” she growled, her voice hoarse from the earlier screams. “I loved fucking my cock in and out of every hole i fucked.”

Samantha’s eyes flashed with rage, and she raised the crop, ready to strike again. “That’s what i thought.” she spat. “I want to hear how much you enjoyed the power you had over me, making me feel like I was nothing but a toy for your sick games.”

Rea’s cheeks flushed with both anger and desire as she met Samantha’s gaze. “Yes,” she hissed, “I liked watching you squirm,cry, and scream. It made me feel……good.”

Samantha’s arm swung back and the crop met Rea’s skin with a crack, leaving another red welt in its wake. “Good? You liked watching me in pain?” Her voice was a mix of lust and anger.

Rea’s eyes watered, but she nodded, unable to lie. “Yes, I liked it,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “It was so fucking hot making you my bitch.”

Samantha’s hand paused, the crop hovering in the air. “And what about Jake?” she asked, her voice softer now. “Did he enjoy using me too?”

Rea’s throat tightened, and she nodded again. “Yes,” she whispered, the admission leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “We both did.”

Samantha climbs onnthe bed and pushes Rea’s legs up till her knees pressed into her tits. “You liked watching him fuck me, didn’t you?” Samantha kept Rea folded as she pulled her cock free and smiled. Rea shivered at Samantha’s now willing touch.

“Y-yes,” Rea stuttered, the truth spilling out of her. “I liked watching him fuck you.”

Samantha smiled and began to stroke Rea’s cock as she moaned and tried to lay her legs back on the bed. “You liked watching him use me,” she said, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. “But now, it’s just us. And I want to use you. Keep those legs up. Knees against your tits.”

Rea obeyed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Samantha began to pump her hand up and down her shaft. The friction was heavenly, a stark contrast to the pain she’d just endured. But the riding crop in Samantha’s hanf kept her on edge.

“You liked watching him fuck me,” Samantha murmured, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. “But now it’s just you and me.” She leaned down, her breasts pressing against Rea’s legs, and took the tip of Rea’s cock into her mouth. Rea’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, the feeling of Samantha’s soft lips and wet tongue against her sensitive skin washing away the pain.

Rea’s hips bucked involuntarily, and she moaned as Samantha took more of her into her mouth, her teeth grazing the base of her shaft before she began to suck in earnest. The warmth of Samantha’s mouth and the pressure of her tongue was almost too much to handle, and Rea felt her climax building.

Samantha’s saliva dripped down the length of Rea’s cock, pooling in her ass crack and sliding down to her asshole. The feeling was obscene, a mix of pleasure and painnof the welts that made Rea’s stomach twist in a delicious knot. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and she hated it—and loved it.

With a wicked smile, Samantha reached for the riding crop she had used earlier, her grip firm and sure as she pushed the thick handle into Rea’s ass. Rea gasped as it filled her, the sensation exhilarating. Samantha began to fuck her with it, slow at first, then increasing in speed and force. Rea’s moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet each thrust of the crop.

The crop handle slid in and out of her, the leather slapping against her skin with each movement. She could feel her own cum building, the pressure mounting with each stroke. Samantha’s mouth remained wrapped around her cock, her tongue flicking over the tip as she sucked with a fervor that was both punishing and erotic. The combination of pain and pleasure was a heady cocktail, one that had Rea’s eyes rolling back in her head.

With each thrust of the crop, Samantha took more and more of Rea’s cock into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing the sensitive flesh. It was as if she was trying to break her, to push her to the brink of what she could handle. And yet, with every touch, Rea felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Samantha’s eyes gleamed hungerly, her hand on Rea’s cock moving in time with the crop as she pumped it into Rea’s ass. She pulled the crop from Rea’s ass before taking it to the back of her legs. he continued to suck the hard throbbing cock in her mouth. “You liked watching me get raped, didn’t you?” she whispered, taking a breal from the thickness of Rea’s shaft.

“Sam…” Rea’s voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She didn’t know how to respond, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The truth was, she had enjoyed watching Samantha’s suffering. Even now, as she felt the warmth of Samantha’s mouth around her cock, she realized the depth of the depravity she had sunk to. “I’m sorry,” she managed to gasp out, her eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Stood up silwntly, her eyes never leaving Rea’s face. She stepped back, dropping the crop to the floor with a clatter that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. Slowly, deliberately, she began to strip, her eyes never leaving Rea’s. Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of her perfect, unblemished skin, a stark contrast to the bruises and marks that now marred Rea’s tan body.

With a final flourish, Samantha removed her panties, revealing a clean-shaved pussy that was already glistening with arousal. She stepped closer to the bed, her legs slightly apart, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Rea watched, unable to move, unable to speak, as Samantha lowered herself onto the bed, straddling her. Her knees bent, she reached down and grabbed Rea’s legs, holding them down as Rea was still folded in half, her ass bare to the world.

Without warning, Samantha positioned herself over Rea’s cock, her pussy hovering just above it. She took a deep breath, and with a swift move, she impaled herself on Rea’s hardness, taking the entire length in one swift move. Rea gasped at the suddenness of it, her eyes flying open wide in shock and pleasure. Samantha’s eyes never left hers as she began to ride her, her movements slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in a way that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Rea’s body.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic passion that had overtaken them. Rea’s hands remained bound above her head, and she could do nothing but lie there and take it, her body a playground for Samantha’s desires. Her ass fucked well from the crop handle was a wanting throb now, overwhelmed by the sensation of Samantha’s tight pussy clenching around her cock.

Samantha leaned back, her small hands still gripping Rea’s thighs tightly, her knuckles white with the effort of keeping her legs up. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples hard and pink. She was a picture of power and dominance, a stark contrast to the broken figure she had been the night before. Her eyes never left Rea’s, and the look of defiance in them was almost as arousing as the feel of her pussy.

Rea’s cock was a thick, pulsing presence inside Samantha, stretching her and filling her completely. She moved her hips in a rhythm that was both punishing and sensual, her body a symphony of anger and desire. The pain from her earlier assault was a distant memory now, replaced by a need to take control, to show Rea what it felt like to be used.

Jake, stood silently in the doorway and watched the scene unfold with a mix of fascination and horror. He had never seen Samantha like this, so commanding, so powerful. His own cock, still half-hard from the earlier encounter, grew hard again at the sight of the two of them, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both beautiful and terrifying.

Rea’s eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, her body responding to Samantha’s dominance despite her earlier protests. Each time Samantha slammed down on her cock, Rea’s eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her lips. Her hands clutched the ropes holding her shakles, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still, to not fight against the restraint of the handcuffs.

Samantha leaned back, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her nipples hard and erect as she moaned. She stared down at Rea with a mix of anger and desire, her eyes boring into Rea’s soul as she rode her with a ferocity that was unmatched. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, guttural noises of their fucking. Rea’s body was a tense with pleasure and the pain of her earlier beating, her muscles shook with every thrust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jake, unable to look away, felt his own cock throb in his pants. The sight of the two of them together like this was too much for him to handle, his mind racing with thoughts of joining them, of being a part of this twisted dance of power and submission. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching for his zipper, but then thought better of it. Samantha was angry and he knew he would be next on the chopping block.

“You like this, don’t you?” Samantha spat out, her voice a mix of anger and pleasure. “You like watching me take what you gave me?”

Rea, unable to form words, could only nod, her eyes never leaving Samantha’s. The blondegripped her face roughly befor spitting in it. The saliva trailed down her cheek and Rea felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the gesture. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, the moment when the tables had turned and she was at Samantha’s mercy.

Samantha’s movements grew more erratic, her breath coming in pants as she reached her climax. She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she came hard on Rea’s cock. The feeling of Samantha’s tight pussy contracting around her was almost too much for Rea to handle, and she felt her own orgasm build, her cock swelling and pulsing with the need to release.

“Look at me,” Samantha ordered, her voice low and demanding. “Rapist tranny bitches don’t get to cum.” Rea’s eyes snapped to meet hers, the power in Samantha’s gaze was like a punch to the gut, but it was also strangely intoxicating. She felt her body respond, the head of her cock brushing against Samantha’s stomach, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the dim light of the room.

“You cum where and when i say you can bitch. Now where is jake?” Samantha’s question hung in the air, her voice still laced with the authority she had claimed during their twisted encounter. She slid off of Rea’s bed, her pussy still quivering from her own release, and turned to the door.

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