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Leslee and I met when I was attempting to carry a box full of personals and a few other fairly big

boxes. I came around the corner and bumped into her, dropping my box of sex toys and bondage

equipment. I was a little embarrassed, but Leslee didn’t seem to mind, she kindly helped me pick

them up and introduced herself while handing me one of my silver nipple clamps. A few nights

later I ran into her at a local gathering that the condo puts on every week. We had a few drinks

and got to talking. I learned that she was divorced and seeking a playmate. After the gathering

was over, we headed back up to my condo. We sat in my living room and watched some TV;

there was a really sleazy movie on. As the movie progressed, Leslee had leaned against me and I

had put my arm around her. She started to rub my leg, as I was running my fingers through her

hair. This wasn’t my first encounter with a woman and it didn’t seem to be hers either. Leslee

mentioned that she was a little tired so she got up and sauntered into the master bedroom. After I

had turned the TV off and locked the door I followed in suit. When I entered my room, there was

Leslee sprawled out on my bed in a nice tight black open breasted bodice and a leather thong.

Just looking at her made me wet. I started to undress when, I felt two soft yet skilled hands help

me with my blouse and bra. She proceeded down to my pants after taking off my shirt, bra and

released my perky 38D breasts. Taking off my pants revealed a red lace G-string. Leslee stood

back to take in the beauty of my succulent body. Her and I then went to the bed. She caressed

my shoulder and then guided my face and lips towards her own. Kissing Leslee was better than

kissing any man. The kiss was long and passionate and it was magnificent. As I was kissing her I

busied myself fondling and pinching the nipples of her supple 36C tits. After awhile Leslee asked

me where I put the box of toys I had when we first met. I got up and walked over to my dresser

and pulled open the top dresser drawer revealing my collection of dildos, nipple clamps, whips,

handcuffs, ball gags, and some assorted food products. Leslee just giggled with glee at the site

of all my toys. I called her over and told her to pick out a toy of her choice. She took out my 10″

black colored dildo and a pair of handcuffs. I chose a pair of silver butterfly nipple clamps. When I

turned around to go back to the bed Leslee was already using the dildo on herself. Just watching

her work that 10″ black dildo in and out of her heavenly snatch made me unbelievably wet. I laid

on the bed beside her and inserted two fingers into my waiting pussy. Every so often between

moans we’d kiss; I’ve never seen a girl work a dildo so well and the way she used that tongue,

my god. After she came to a screaming orgasm and I in suit, she turned the dildo on me. As she

was working me with the dildo I attached the nipple clamps to her and took the clamped nipple into

my mouth. Leslee paused what she was doing with the dildo long enough to handcuff me to my

own bed, and then she went back to driving the rubber prick in to my ever so eager pussy. After

a few min Leslee took the dildo out of my snatch and propped my ass up with a pillow, after that

she found my K-Y-jelly that was on my bed stand and lubed up my asshole. When she was

satisfied with the lube job she inserted the dildo into my asshole sending me over the edge in

torrents of multiple orgasms. Leslee quickly redirected her attention to my drenched cunt. The

feeling of her hot breath, the use of her skillful tongue and the dildo in my ass was driving me

crazy. I was bucking wildly trying to drive the dildo further up my ass and also trying to bury her

face deeper into my needy cunt. After about three or four orgasms Leslee kissed and nibbled her

way up to my lips giving me a long succulent kiss and returned to my breasts, where she sucked

and nibbled on them. She got up and walked over to my dresser grabbed the chocolate sauce

and then came back to my bed. Once back at the bed she went back to playing with my nipples,

she drenched them in chocolate sauce, pushing one of my tits up so as I can lick some of it off

myself. Leslee having some remains of chocolate sauce on her tongue left a chocolaty trail all the

way down to my pussy along my tummy. I started to moan and squirm, confessing to Leslee that I

need a nice juicy snatch in my mouth, she didn’t object. She undid the handcuffs from the

headboard and handcuffed me instead to her ankle. I started at her chocolate covered toes and

slowly dragged my hot, moist tongue up her calf and then to the inside of her thigh. Licking around

her thong, I switch from side to side pulling the sides of her thong down and then eventually

getting it off. I licked and dragged my tongue around her cunt; it was starting to drive her crazy.

She was begging and pleading with me to eat her out. I lightly ran my tongue over her heavenly

snatch every few passes I darted my tongue into her moist hole. She couldn’t take it anymore,

she grabbed me by the back of the head and drove my face into her pussy, and the taste was

divine. I shoved my tongue as far down in her hole as possible, when I retracted my tongue, I

nibbled, licked, and sucked on her delicious clit. I took the dildo from the side of the bed and

rammed it into her cunt, rolled her on her stomach and started to ream her ass each time pushing

her forward causing the dildo to fuck her and I took care of her ass. While I was working her, my

fingers once again found there way to my pussy, as I tongued her ass, I fingered my snatch. We

both came in torrents. I removed the dildo and positioned myself so as that I could finger her ass

and lap up her juices at the same time. When we were both spent we put our toys away,

showered, and went to bed in each others arms. Ever since then her and I have moved in

together as a VERY happy couple.

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Jenna stumbled from Mrs. Horton’s office wondering how in the world this could have happened to her!!! Fired from her job, and after all these years, she couldn’t believe it!!! She passed Mrs. Renken’s desk on the way to her own, and as she walked past it she said, “I can’t believe it, he just fired me, he said something about across the board cut backs, and that I was doing a fine job but they just had to let me go, but I know the real reason,” she snapped, “I’ll tell you why, it’s cuz of my weight, he doesn’t want a fat bitch like me around the office, well I’m gonna sue, you mark my words!!!” Donna sat and let the young woman vent before replying, ” I’m so sorry that they’re letting you go, but you’ve been here for three years and you’re still doing the same thing you were when you started, now I think, no, make that know, that you will find a better job in no time flat!” “Do you really think so,” a teary eyed Jenna whispered, “it’s just that I’ve never been fired before, and it really hurts!” At that point she began sobbing almost uncontrollably, and?}? Donna took her into her arms and comforted her while offering, “I’ve got and idea,” “why don’t you come over to my place tonight, we’ll have some dinner and maybe watch a little TV, I don’t think you should be alone tonight, and I’m not doing anything special!” “Really, you wouldn’t mind,” Jenna asked while wiping away her tears, “that would be very nice!” “Okay then, it’s settled,” Donna replied, “let’s get going!” Donna Renken lived in a new building on the thirty fifth floor with a breath taking view of the city, and immediately Jenna went over to the big picture window, and while admiring the view said, “this view is worth the price of rent alone!!!” “Thanks,” Donna shouted from the other room, “for eight hundred a month it better have good view!” Jenna sat on chair in front of the window and watched the traffic far below wending its way up and down the streets until Donna came out of the bedroom dressed in a gauzy dressing gown. “I hope you don’t mind my getting out of my work clothes,” said Donna, “but they are so confining after a hard day at the office.” Hearing the words “at the office” set Jenna off sobbing again as she wailed, “Oh, Mrs. Renken, what am I going to do, I’ll never find another job!!!” “Well, for starters, you can start calling me Donna, we aren’t at the office anymore, so let’s be a little less formal, okay?” Not waiting for an answer, Donna went to the frightened young girl, put her arms around her and held her close while whispering, “Let’s sit down and get talk this over!!!” On the sofa, Jenna rested her head on Donna’s shoulder while the fifty five year old matron gently stroked her face and hair. “You seem so tense, child,” said Sybil, “and I think I know a way to relax you and make you feel much better,” while reaching down to undo the sash holding her house coat shut, revealing a very large chest with pink tipped nipples. “Okay dear, this is how I calm down my own two children when they’re feeling low,” she said, while ?}? feeding one of her hard nubs into Jenna’s eager mouth, “suck it my child, let mama make her baby feel all better!” For the first time since she had gotten the ax Jenna began to unwind as she rested her head on Donna’s big round tummy while gently sucking on her oversized tit!!! It was then she realized that when she had called her self a fat bitch she had inadvertently included Donna in her remarks as she was even bigger and plumper than she was!!! Lifting her face, she whispered, “Thank you,” and then went silently back to nursing on the hard nip!!!

Jenna wasn’t sure how long she had had her mouth at Donna’s big breast, but she was roused to her senses when the older woman took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom, and once there a dazed Jenna stood calmly while Donna removed all of her clothing. The cool air conditioned air caused Jenna’s 42DD’s to shrivel up and grow hard, which immediately caught Donna’s hungry eyes!!! Donna let her hands roam over Jenna’s oversized body, commenting that her body was ideally suited for sexual gratification, and just to prove her point, she took her finger and let it slip into her warm slit where she fingered the young woman to near an orgasm!!! Jenna wobbled unsteadily, while allowing the older woman to lead her over to the bed to lie down. “Now, my dear,” Donna said, as she removed her house coat, “let mama make her big girl feel all better!” Jenna had never in her life had any type of sexual contact with another woman, but it seem like the most natural thing in the world when Donna climbed on top of her, and with their two huge chests squished together, the old lady surprised her by pressing the head of a strap on dildo against her hairy opening!!!

“I’m going to fuck you dear,” she whispered into Jenna’s ear, “a girl sometimes just needs a good fuck to make her troubles disappear!!!” Jenna’s pussy was literally dripping with juice, so it offered little if no resistance when Donna pushed the huge head past?}? her outer lips and inside the steaming cauldron that was Jenna’s big fat cunt!!! Jenna reach up and maneuvered their breasts in such a way until their had nipples were in direct contact with each other, and just as she started to rub them together, Donna began powering the big latex pecker in and out of her with almost brutal ferocity!!! “Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped as her tubby friend fucked her like a two dollar whore, “f-fuck me harder, oh yesssssss, make me your fat fuck doll!!!” Hearing the young bitch begging for more drove Donna into an even greater frenzy, and with her big fat butt providing the power, she slammed the thick cock in and out of her until she was screaming at the top of her lungs as a climax of epic proportions slammed into her helpless cunt!!!

Jenna lay there with her legs still splayed wide apart and a little line of drool running out of the corner of her mouth when a surprisingly agile Donna, shucked the strap on and scrambled her crotch over Jenna’s slack jawed mouth, and then without a word of warning, lowered her huge hairpie onto the stunned woman’s open mouth!!! Intoxicating!!! That was the only word that could accurately describe the aroma that wafted from Donna’s huge cunt!!! Almost like someone that was starving did Jenna attack the older woman’s hypersensitive pussy, and like a magnet draws metal, her tongue made its way through the dense jungle of pubic hair until it came to rest directly upon Donna Renken’s erect clitoris!!! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck that’s good,” the older woman sighed, “mmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, suck mama’s big hard clitty, make her have a nice hard cummy!!!” Jenna just loved hot sex talk, and hearing her friend pleading to get her cunt sucked, well it drove her tongue into overdrive as she nipped a licked her friend to what can only be described as an absolute stunner!!!

Donna rolled off Jenna’s mouth and lay panting like thirsty dog while Jenna slid over and took one of Donna’s big nipples into her mouth and wen?}?t instantly to sleep!!! The old woman smiled to herself and caressed her young visitor’s cheek as she too drifted off into dreamland!!! And to think they had all weekend to figure it all out!!!

THE END

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Guys as i did tell you Pranali would be seen in many roles so in this she is a lesbian

Hi, I am Pranali.
Let me tell you something about me
I am in 10 standard(grade).I am the only child to my parents so I am pampered in all possible ways I have brown eyes that make all boys go crazy.I am a hot peoperty amongst boys u see.I have perfect round and firm melons and firm ass and I like to keep my pussy clean I hate even a single hair on my lovehole
In school I dont have many friends I always hangout with Aaisha and Aasma my bestiee friends,other than these two I chat with Harry and his gf Priyanka.
Aaisha was a proper blonde.She was fair had blonde hair,brown eye’s,and a eye pleasing figure 36/34/36 literally.She was a carefree and loud person.She had many friends and many flings.She never liked to obey anyone,she belived she was the queen.Her father was a hotlelier had many Restaurants in India and U.K. he married a blonde in U.K. So in her initial studies were from U.K. after her mothers death they shifted to India and she got admission in our school.
Coming to Aasma was very fair,as if she didn’t had blood but milk flowing inside her.
green eye’s,dark black hair very silky she looked like a sexy16 year old.Had well to-do figure sufficient curve’s and bulge’s and enough flesh wherever required.

We finished our first semester exam and Harry came upto me and asked if me and my bestiees would join them for a sleepover at his farmhouse I was more than happy to join him and later also convinced my two idiot friends.
We had decided to go thursday night take a leave on Friday Saturday-Sunday we have holiday and another leave on Monday and come directly to school from his farmhouse.
So we had a long weekend to get naughty
On thursday after school Aasma and Aaisha had come to my place to help me with the packing
Pranali-Gals I m not able to decide what to take and what not help me you bitches dont just eat and watch that fucking ftv.
Aaisha-Chill out sexy do one thing first take all your innerwares Your bra,thongs,slips panties your pads if you need them 😉
Pranali-ohhh I kn….Aaisha cut me off and asked
Aaisha-btw,what’s your size and what you where those old aunty types panties or what.
and both the girls let out a giggle while I had sarcastic look.
I went near her moved a finger along her face and cheeks sat on her laps and placed my hands around her neck looked into her eyes giving her a sexy look and with a sexy tone and in a hushed voice.
Pranali-As if U dont know?
Aaisha-Nodded her head and replied negative.
Pranali-Is it but I am not going to tell you.You’ll have to find out sexy 😉 and I slided on to my bed.
Aaisha-so il have to do the hard work to get to know the size.
Pranali-No gain without pain my love eater.
Aaisha sprung upon me to catch me but I sliped out of her hands she kept running behind me over the bed around the bed throwing pillows but to vain she couldnt catch me.
Aaisha winked at Aasma as if she hinted her something and know it was both Aasma and Aaisha trying to grab me for a few minutes I escaped from both of them but finally Aaisha got hold of me picked me up and took me to on bed.
Pranali-Aaisha no no please I was just joking see I have the packing left Harry will be here at anytime but my pleas were to listened by none and to make me quite she locked my lips with her.
it send chills down my spine and let myself loose.
Aaisha got hold of my shirt and ripped it apart and revealed my bra clad boobs.
Aaisha-OMG.. thats sad your size hasent increased at all you need a massage.
Pranali-Yeah,You were busy with your boy’s so why would you find time for me 🙁
Aaisha-dont worry I am here now so next four days I will take nice care of you.
When Aaisha was talking I suddenly felt some activity happening om down part.I glanced over the room and guess what I didnt find Aasma anywhere.So now u know who it would be
I pushed Aaisha from top of me and got hold of Aasma to ask her what was she doing. In the mean time she had slipped my shorts down my legs and had her hand on my pussy when she looked at me.
Aasma-What why you looking at me you two kept on talking and I couldnt resist u seeing in that position so I plunged down
hearing this me and aaisha,started to laugh and I called aasma close to me and I planted a kiss on her cheek and on lip’s.
Seeing this Aaisha got jealous and she took my panties down and entered my pussy she was very good at eating the pussy thats why I called her loveater.
Aasma sighed deeply and pulled my bra off to reveal my bare chest She ran her hand down my chest and I felt ripples shiver through me, she squeezed my mounds firmly in her hand, and pinched the nipple gently and I gave out a little squeal. I looked down to see my panties nestled firmly puffy lips of my loveater.The crotch was damp with fluids and juice.The tingles had intensified and I hastily pulled down the panties and threw them on the floor.Aaisha slowly inserted her finger into my warm pussy and ran it up and down the middle of my lips gently, pushing inside slightly so that she could brush against my love button every time she stroked upwards. I began to moan and groan faster now as Aaisha began to push a little deeper with her finger and she even added another finger and pinched my love button and Aasma was on my lips and I was not letting her in her desperate measure’s were getting me horny she pinched my all ready rock hard nipples so hard that I opened my lips and let her enter me and with so much of build the very next moment a volcano of juices exploded within me and I let out long and loud moan out in the room.I felt my pussy lips begin to squeeze and contract and I felt juice’s oozing out my hairless pussy.
Aasma realising I had an orgasm she flung down on my pussy to lick me clean and there was a kind of war between Aaisha and Aasma for my juices and this made me explode again and this time it was a, heavy juicefall as two tounges and twenty fingers worked on me and this time I came on their faces…..

Guys this is my 2nd story I hope there will be less mistakes from my last story
I am also planning to write the complete story where pranali fucks both but it depends on your reviews.

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A typical day at Mark’s mansion.

The Devil’s Pact Servants’ Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter 2: A Maid’s Day

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Wednesday, September 4th, 2014 – Tomoyo Asuka – The Mansion

The alarm clock rang. It was 4:00 AM.

“Get the alarm, Tomoyo,” my lover muttered sleepily.

“It’s on your side of the bed, Abigail,” I groaned, stretching beneath the covers.

“Fuck!” Abigail’s hand slapped around, searching for the snooze button. I found her warm, naked body, and pressed up against her back.

We were both maids for the Living Gods, Mark and Mary; honored women who were privileged to serve them in exchange for eternal youth and beauty. I would forever look eighteen, and Abigail nineteen. Young, beautiful, nubile, and Their servants forever.

We had ten more minutes of wonderful, dozing sleep before the snooze alarm went off.

“C’mon, Abby-chan,” I said, nudging the busty girl in the small of the back. “We have to get ready.”

“Fine,” she groused.

I slipped out of bed, stretching naked, and ran my hands through my long, blue-black hair, fingers catching in the tangled mess. I glanced at the bed; Abigail had buried herself back under the blankets, curled up into a ball.

I snorted in frustration, and yanked the covers off the girl. “Get up, Abby-chan.”

She lay naked, her plump breasts peaking around her arms, and her brown hair covering her face. She grabbed the pillow and buried her head underneath it, muttering, “Just a few more minutes, Tomoyo. Our Lord kept me up past midnight servicing Him.”

I smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint. “We need to be ready by five AM, you know the rules. You wouldn’t want to make <em>Them</em> disappointed in you.”

“That’s mean,” she pouted, but she sat up, stretched – allowing me to admire her perky breasts as they thrust out – and rolled out of bed.

Our bedroom in the servant quarters wasn’t too small; we each had space for our own things, and had a private bathroom with a shower, which we shared. It was just so much fun that way, soaping each other’s nubile bodies with the loofah, while sharing kisses, and, if we hadn’t slept in, we could have fingered each other to nice orgasms.

Which was the best way to start the day!

But we had to style our hair, put on our make up, and pull on our uniform. I loved wearing our maid’s outfit. Sexy fishnets held up by a garter belt. Lacy petticoats made the short skirt puff out and sway when I walked, and when we bent over, the skirt would ride up to expose my cute butt and shaved slit. The transparent mesh top showed off my small breasts and hard, dark nipples, and a small, black-and-white cap was the final accent for a sexy French maid. Or in my case, a sexy Japanese maid!

Together we swayed our way through the mansion’s hallways to the main sitting room where Miss Pearl would be waiting to hand us our assignments for the day. The other maids who were on duty today gathered in the foyer, chatting, yawning, bouncing with excitement, or staring boredly at the ceiling.

“Alright ladies,” Miss Pearl said, and we fell quiet as she spoke. Miss Pearl was a beautiful woman in her thirties, the mother of Cindy, and the Head Maid. “Nothing major is planned for today. Expect our Gods to spend most of the day in the house, so I want everything spic-and-span for Them.”

“Yes, Miss Pearl,” we all chimed in unison.

“Good.” Then she started handing out assignments.

“You’re so lucky,” Abigail sighed. “I wish I got to clean Their rooms.”

I beamed. Cleaning our Gods rooms meant that I was required to wake Him up; my mouth was already salivating for the feel of His cock. I walked as rapidly as I could to Their room, holding my bucket full of cleaning supplies. Their bedroom was in the west wing, and was the largest suite of rooms as befitted Their exalted station.

Two bodyguards, 49 and 50, stood at attention before Their door, backs straight, their tits almost spilling out of their half-unbuttoned, navy-blue blouses. “Ohayou gozaimasu!” I greeted with a big smile.

“Have fun,” 49 said, reaching out beneath my skirt to give my naked fanny a squeeze.

I smiled back; I was used to getting pawed by our Gods servants, and the bodyguards were often balls of pent-up energy when they got off their shifts, and would avail themselves of us maids. It was lots of fun; just two days ago a pair of bodyguards fucked my ass and pussy with strap-ons while I was sandwiched between them.

I had about forty minutes before six AM, when I needed to wake my Gods up, so I started quietly cleaning in Their sitting room, dusting the shelves, putting a Bluray away They must have watched the night before, polishing the glass of the coffee table until it sparkled. Vacuuming would have to wait. I still had a few minutes, so I peaked in on baby Chasity in her crib. The little Goddess was sleeping peacefully, and my heart melted at the sight of Her.

She would grow up, and one day, if I was fortunate, I would get to service Her, too. I bet She would be just as beautiful as Her mother. I was almost late in waking Them up, lost in my fantasies of Chasity at eighteen, and exploring Her nubile body.

I entered Their bedroom; my Lord slept on His back with my Lady curled up on His right side; Her auburn hair cascaded dark across Their bodies. The Gods love each other so much, and it was beautiful to watch Them in such an intimate moment.

Trembling, I reached out, and gently pulled the covers away, exposing Their nude bodies. My Lord was muscular, lean and strong, and so very handsome. His cock was half-hard, rising erect from His dark-brown pubic hair. I crawled onto the bed, rubbing my cheek against His cock, then lapped at the shaft, swirling my tongue about the pink head.

His cock responded, growing hard and throbbing with the beat of His heart. My mouth engulfed him, salty pre-cum leaking into me, and sucked. He groaned, stirring as I bobbed my head on His cock, and gently massaged His balls with my hands.

A strong hand touched my head; I looked up across His body to see His blue eyes staring at me, a boyish smile spreading across His lips. “Hmm, this is the best way to wake up,” my Lord groaned.

My Lady stirred beside him, sitting up, stretching, and gave Her husband a sloppy kiss on the lips. “Is the little slut making you feel good, hun?”

“Yes she is.”

I smiled around His cock, so happy that my slutty mouth was making my God feel good. I redoubled my efforts, taking more and more of His cock with every bob of my head until the tip was brushing at the back of my throat. I relaxed and swallowed His cock, sliding my lips all the way down, until my nose pressed into His pubic hair.

“Fuck!” my Lord groaned. “Fuck, she’s got a hot mouth, Mare!”

My Goddess giggled. “That’s why we kept her, my horny stallion.” Her lips kissed at His ear, pink tongue caressing his lobe. “Cum in her slutty mouth!”

“Fuck yes!” He groaned, His balls twitching in my hand. “I’m going to flood her dirty mouth!”

I slid my lips up until only the head remained in my lips, sucking, swirling my tongue, coaxing His cum out eagerly. He groaned, then a blast of wonderful cum flooded my mouth, salty, delicious, creamy. A second and a third blast flooded my mouth, my throat working hard to swallow every last, delicious drop.

“Good girl,” my Lady praised, pulling my lips off His cock, and then Her soft mouth was on mine, Her tongue tasting the salty cream. She was sweet, wonderful; I savored every second we kissed.

I was breathless when She broke our kiss. “Thank you, my Lady!”

“Umm, I’m feeling a little randy,” She purred, spreading Her beautiful thighs.

This was quite a special day. I brought my face close to Her divine pussy; pink, wet, waxed bare of all Her fiery-red hair, except for a heart sculpted above her clit. I inhaled Her scent, sweet, spicy, and wonderful.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned as my tongue slid through Her slit, flicking against Her clit.

I nibbled on Her labia, exploring every wrinkled folds of her pussy. My God sucked one of her perfect, dusky-red nipples into His lips. My Goddess cradled His face to Her breast, white milk leaking out of the corner of His lips as he suckled. I wondered what her breast milk tasted like. Abigail loved to boast about the one time she was permitted to taste it. “So sweet. Sweeter than cow’s milk, and not as thick,” Abigail would moan.

She was so lucky.

My lips found Her clit, sucking into my lips. I explored the sensitive nub with my tongue, feeling my Lady’s hips jerk in pleasure every time I brushed the bud. I slid two fingers into the warm depths of Her pussy, slowly pumping them in and out.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned. “Oh Mark, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cream her face, Mare!” he urged, kissing Her with milky lips. “Cum all of her sweet face, my naughty filly!”

“Yes, yes! Oh Mark! Oh fucking God!” Her hips bucked against my sucking lips, Her cries reaching the highest registers as Her orgasm burst through Her.

My God pushed me to the side, His cock hard, eager to mount His Goddess. I licked my lips, watching His toned ass as He pumped into Her. She tightly wrapped Her legs around Him; the pair lost in the pleasure of Their lovemaking. They were so magnificent!

I slipped my hand down, and found my hungry, little cunt. I dripped juices, my pussy burning with passion. I had satisfied both my Gods, and now I could finally have my release. I shoved two fingers inside me, clenching my teeth as my climax surged through me.

The rest of the morning passed uneventfully. Once They ate breakfast and showered, They left for the day, and I spent two hours carefully making Their quarters spotless. That done, I headed to the kitchen to get breakfast. I was famished. I was free until noon, when Ms. Pearl would hand out the afternoon assignments.

I was going to head to the game room, were a bank of TV’s wired with video game systems and small theaters lay, when Sam the Vizier walked down the corridor. She wore a loose, silk robe, very short, that left her olive-toned legs bare. She was Cambodian, her skin darker olive than mine. My eyes noticed the hard cock pressing at the folds of her rope. Sam made her own cock with magic and could summon it at will like a <em>futanari</em>, the dickgirls popular with perverts in Japan.

There was a considering look in her eyes, a speculative smile. “Come with me,” she ordered. “I need you to help me with an experiment.”

“Of course, Holy Vizier,” I politely answered, wondering what sort of experiment she had in mind. Sam was always inventing neat, enchanted objects and spells for our Gods.

I followed her to the bedroom she shared with her girlfriend Candy; my eyes fixed to her firm rear as it writhed beneath the clinging silk robe, my cunt moistening with excitement. I loved getting fucked by Sam’s cock, and I really hoped her experiment would require some <em>intimate</em> examination with her tool.

Her suite wasn’t as large as our Gods, and far more chaotic. Candy was always setting things in random places, her phone, her tablet, her sunglasses, pens, papers, cups half-filled with liquids, plates, candy-wrappers, blankets, and so many other things. I knew that Karishma had cleaned these rooms this morning; you couldn’t tell though.

Candy was lounging naked on the couch watching TV. “God, TV has gotten so boring,” she pouted. “It’s all bullshit propaganda for Mark and Mary.”

Sam cleared her throat as I glared at Candy. That programming was very informative and necessary for the well-being of the masses. I planted my hands on my hips, preparing to tear into Candy for her lack of respect to our Gods, when Sam touched my arm. “I’ll talk to her later,” she promised.

Candy’s eyes flicked to me and she flushed. “Sorry, just thinking out loud. Don’t you worry your pretty, empty head about it, Tomoyo.”

I sniffed and tossed my head, not bothering to answer. Technically, Candy was Sam’s slave, and that put her on the same footing as me. Putting Candy’s disrespect out of my mind, I followed Sam into her bedroom, a naughty thrill passing through my cunt—she was going to fuck me with her cock.

Sam pulled out a pill bottle, tablets rattling about inside the amber plastic as Sam unscrewed the white safety lid. I momentarily saw a red pill land in her hand before she swallowed it. Was she working on an improved version of her magical Viagra?

Sam made an indelicate sound, grimacing. “That has a nasty taste.”

She stretched out on the bed, patting the quilted cover next to her. Smiling, I slid in next to her. She touched my cheek, her finger tracing my jawline, trailing up to brush my nose. I licked my lips; they were suddenly dry. I leaned in and kissed her, gentle at first, then with some passion, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

Sam cocked her head, leaning into my kiss and moaning with lust. My hands reached out, found the silk ties of her robe, only loosely knotted, and I deftly untied them. I reached in, finding her hard cock. It throbbed beneath my hands as I stroked and pumped; a delightful shudder passed through her body, and her tongue kissed me with more passion.

I shuddered as her hands found my small breasts through the gauzy fabric of my blouse; her fingers hooked in, warm on my breasts, and pulled my bodice down, exposing my nipples to the air. Her digits found my hard nubs—pinching, pulling, twisting, stroking. I moaned into her lips, tightening the grip on her cock and jerking her faster.

I gave a frustrated sigh as her hands left my nipples, but then she was pushing my shoulders down, rolling me onto my back. I shivered as she mounted me. Her olive breasts – the size of oranges, the nipples pointing slightly upward, hard as diamonds – lowered down and kissed my breasts as I spread my legs for her. Sam’s cock was hard, leaving a trail of slipper pre-cum as it slid down my thigh towards my sopping hole.

“Oh yes!” I moaned as she slowly penetrated me, letting me savor every delightful inch of her dick as it rubbed against the sensitive flesh of my cunt. “Stir my cauldron up! Fuck me, Sam! Fuck me with your nasty dick!”

Her dark, almond eyes stared down at me as she began to thrust, deep, hard, amazing. “You little slut,” she purred. “You love my dick, don’t you! You love being fucked by a woman with a cock!”

“Yes, yes,” I groaned, thrusting my hips up to meet hers. “I love <em>futanari!</em>I love dickgirls. Make me cum! Make me your whore!”

Her lips kissed mine again, soft, gentle, a woman’s kiss, while she fucked me like a man; her breasts rubbing sweetly against mine. My hands roamed her supple back, squeezing the muscles as they rippled beneath her skin as she plunged in and out of my cauldron, stirring my passions with her ladle.

“Oh Gods! Fuck me! I love it!”

Our flesh slapped together; the bed squeaked beneath us. The headboard slammed rhythmically into the wall, adding a primal beat to our rutting. I found her buttocks, squeezing pliant flesh with my hands, and pulled her deeper inside my cunt.

“Stir my cauldron!” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum! Just keep stirring me up, Sam! Oh yes! Oh fucking yes!”

She stirred my pussy until my orgasm frothed through me, swirling about my body and sending me trembling and bucking. Her cock kept spearing into me, churning my insides, and sent another cum spilling through me. My cunt gripped her cock, making the friction of our rutting feel even more electric. She fed my passion with more pleasure.

“Fucking whore!” Sam moaned. “Your fucking cunt’s squeezing my cock! Oh yes! Gods yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” With every fuck, a blast of wonderful, thick cum flooded my pussy with heat.

I enjoyed her weight atop me, our lips gently kissing, as we savored the afterglow of our fucking. Her cock was softening inside me, and I could feel a growing, wet puddle around my ass as our combined cum leaked out of my well-fucked cauldron.

Sam rolled off of me, and I noticed Candy sitting in a nearby chair, writing on a legal pad. “When was your last period, Tomoyo,” Candy asked me.

“What?” I demanded. That was none of the blasphemous bitch’s business.

“I need you to answer the questions,” Sam said, her tone all matter-a-fact. “It’s for the experiment.”

“Oh, um, just three days ago,” I answered.

“So you’re not at the fertile part of your cycle,” Candy noted. “And do you take birth control?”

“Of course,” I answered. “All of us maids are on birth control. Well, except for Marcy. She and her husband are trying to have a baby.”

“And you aren’t wearing a diaphragm or have an implant?” Candy continued.

“No.” What was the point of these questions?

“And Sam, you weren’t wearing a condom?”

“No, I shot three blasts into her womb,” Sam answered.

“Lucky girl,” Candy muttered.

“Well, thanks Tomoyo,” Sam answered. “Let me know when you have your next period, or if any side-effects crop up.”

Side-effects? “Like what?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. It should be safe, but you never know. That’s what clinical trials are for. Now run along. I need to fuck another two maids before this pill wears off.”

Confused about what I just participated in, I pulled my bodice up, straightened my skirt, and left their room, feeling her jizz running down my leg. I enjoyed the feeling of my messy cunt as I walked to the entertainment room, plopping down on a beanbag chair, and watched two maids and a gardener play one of those first-person shooters, probably Call of Duty. They all looked the same to me.

My afternoon cleaning assignment went smoothly; I spent it polishing the good silver for a dinner that was going to be hosted tomorrow night. After dinner, Miss Pearl pulled me and Abigail aside. “Xiu and Korina have requested bathing attendants, and you two are up in the rotation.”

I grinned at Abigail, and we hurried off to their quarters. Xiu and Korina shared a room now that they were dating each other. All the sluts lived in the same wing as our Gods: Violet and her girlfriend Cindy, a fellow maid and Miss Pearl’s daughter; April and her girlfriend Hayfa, one of Doctor Willow’s nurses; Alison and Desiree, whenever they weren’t out hunting Warlocks; Lillian and whatever maid, nurse, pilot, or gardener caught her eye this week; Jessica; and Korina and Xiu.

Korina and Xiu’s room was sparsely furnished. They had a bedroom, a bathroom, a sitting room, and a room that was supposed to be an office, but they used it as a sex dungeon. Xiu loved to be hurt, she was a sadist, and Korina would tie her up and spank her with the large collection of paddles, whips, crops, flails, and canes.

They were lounging on their couch, Korina’s son Silas cradled in her arms. He was a demigod, fathered on the slut by our God, and just a few weeks older than baby Chase. Korina’s large breasts were exposed, and it looked like she just finished feeding him. Xiu watched with a slightly envious look on her face; I bet she wanted to carry our God’s child.

I know I did.

“Let me put him down,” Korina said, a smile on her doll’s face.

Xiu stretched, standing up naked. She was Chinese and, like me, she was short and petite. However, her breasts were huge, and looked even larger on her small frame; her nipples were dark and pierced by silver barbells that dangled pink butterflies on silver chains. Her eyes flickered on both of us. “I’ll take Tomoyo,” she called out.

“That’s fine, dear,” Korina answered from the bedroom. “You have a good night, Silas,” she cooed to her infant. “Mommy’s going to have a nice, relaxing bath.”

I led Xiu into the bath by her nipple piercing, making sure to pull hard so that her breast stretched. She moaned in pleasure at the pain, following along like a happy puppy. The bathroom was spacious, a jacuzzi tube sank into the floor. We stepped into the warm water, getting wet, then Xiu climbed right out, lying on the tiled floor, her olive ass wiggling at me.

I squeezed a handful of liquid soap out of its bottle into my hands, and soaped the entire front of my body. Then I laid on Xiu’s back, rubbing my nubile body against hers to wash her. The soap made me slippery, and my hard nipples slid on her back as my pussy ground into her ass.

“Hmm, that’s nice,” Xiu purred as I kissed her her neck.

Korina lay wet next to us, and Abigail pressed her soapy body down, grabbing her large boobs and massaging them in circles on Korina’s back. Korina moaned, wiggling her butt against Abigail’s humping cunt. My girlfriend flashed me a smile; her brown hair plastered wetly to her face. I pursed my lips, blowing her a kiss.

I ground my clit harder into Xiu’s flesh, sliding my body up and down on her back. My pussy was on fire, fed by the friction of my clit rubbing against her silky ass. I gave her neck one last kiss, and told her to roll over so I could wash her front.

“The best part,” Xiu grinned, rolling over, spreading her legs obscenely wide for me.

I settled on top of her, pressing my tiny tits against her massive melons, rubbing the pillowy flesh all over me, and getting them nice and soapy. I settled between her thighs, my soapy pussy washing her dirty cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” Korina moaned as Abigail started washing her front. My lover’s ass pumped fast as she ground into Korina’s cunt.

“Fuck me, slut!” Xiu moaned, her fingers racking my back.

I slid my pussy across hers, bumping our clits together. Gods, it felt wonderful. I found Xiu’s lips, kissing her as I passionately tribbed her. My nipples rubbed slickly across her soft mounds; a fire built, swiftly consuming my entire body with rapture.

“Oh Xiu,” I purred. “Oh fuck! Your clit’s kissing mine!”

“Yes, yes!” she panted back, then kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She humped against me as we frantically pleasured each other.

I broke the kiss, staring into her slanted eyes. “Let’s cum together!” I purred. “I want to feel your pussy cream on mine!”

Xiu laughed, throaty, rich. “You fucking slut! Gods, Master sure knows how to pick the whores that serve him.”

I grinned back. “He choose you after all.”

Her hand squeezed my asscheek. “He did. I love being his whore!”

“And I love being yours!” I moaned as my orgasm burned through me, leaving me a quivering pile of flesh as every nerve came alive inside me.

“Fucking slut!” Xiu grunted. “I can feel your juices bathing my cunt!” She pinched my ass, sending my hips bucking. “Don’t stop grinding! I need to cum so badly.”

I flushed; I was so lost in my orgasm, I forgot to keep pleasuring her. “Sorry,” I muttered, and ground hard against her clit.

“Oh yes!” she moaned. “Rub that hot little pearl on me. You goddamn slut! Oh fuck yes! Fuck!” I could feel her body bucking beneath mine, her juices squirting hot on my pussy and thighs; her orgasm crashed through her.

As I lay atop her, breathing heavily and watching Korina and Abigail writhe in their mutual climaxes, a contented joy filled me up. I loved being a maid, serving my Gods and their servants. I made their lives easier, lessening their burdens and bringing small comforts to them.

I was a maid, here to serve.

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Friday, September 4th, 2015

Sakura nursed gently at my breast as I sat in bed with Abigail. My fiancee was snuggled against me, resting her head at my shoulder as we watched my beautiful daughter feed. I smiled, a joyful feeling suffused my body as I fed her. There had been little enough joy the last year.

She was Sam’s daughter. Apparently, that pill she took when she fucked me that afternoon a year ago was responsible. When I missed my period, and Doctor Willow told me I was pregnant, I went to Sam. “Didn’t I tell you what the pill was for?” she had asked.

“No,” I had answered with a shake of my head.

“Sorry,” she had shrugged. “Every woman Lilith fucks gets knocked up with her child, regardless of the time in their cycle or whether they’re on birth control. I was curious to see if I could replicate it.”

It worked very well; two other maids and I conceived Sam’s children, and gave birth within days of each other. I wasn’t mad. I had my own, beautiful daughter. Together, Abigail and I would raise her, and when she’s old enough, eighteen or nineteen, I’m sure she’ll want to serve our Gods and be bound to him forever.

I sighed, excited for the day when Sakura and I would pleasure our Gods together.

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This story is an explicit erotic thriller. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults, murder, and a storyline that makes you wonder “Where the heck has E. G. Saunders been all my life?”

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you.

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Chapter 4

Okay, I get it. I was coming off a buzz. I was tired, I was dehydrated, and I was distracted by a memory about a similar sharp and pointy thing which was now pressing against the soft flesh between a couple of my ribs.

And I still had my dick in my hand. God, I felt stupid.

I was also still scared enough to not let my hand release my dick for even one second.

“You’ve got your cock,” Candy said, with a glance down between us. She then twisted her stiletto a fraction of a painful inch. “And I have mine. Never touch another woman’s cock.”

I choked, trying to respond. As I said, I was dehydrated.

Candy’s eyes narrowed. I got the feeling she was still deciding what to do about my particular violation. I wasn’t one to let other people decide my life. I swallowed and then coughed just a little.

“Candy,” I said, keeping my eyes on her and doing my best not to look down at her blade. I didn’t want her thinking about that blade at all.

Not. At. All.

“I-if you would forgive my transgression, I promise never to touch anything of yours again.”

See? I told you I sometimes surprise myself with what comes out of my mouth.

I didn’t for one second think that I sounded confident or controlled. I was a full, man-sized chickenshit, and I didn’t care that she knew it.

I did let go of my dick, though. A little. It was no longer quite in the death grip I had put on it earlier. Blood flowed back to the head, and my fingers ached less.

Candy didn’t say anything yet. She kept looking at me with that poker face. But now I could see something else in her eyes—now that I was looking at them. It was almost as if she were trying to decide if I were trustworthy.

I blinked. My eyes hurt. I had been staring.

I didn’t know what to think, so I kept my mouth shut and tried appearing as helpless and at her mercy as I could. I didn’t have to act.

Finally, she looked past me to the rest of my place, her eyes lingering on something. I imagined it was Clint. Oh, please let it be Clint and not the bed. Please don’t let her be thinking about how she could use the sheets to cover up my body and all my blood after she stabbed me to death.

She looked back at me, and I almost jumped. I did jerk a little.

She sighed.

“Gail.”

I waited. She was silent.

I started to clear my throat again, intending to answer her, but she beat me to it.

“You know a lot of people, don’t you?” Candy asked.

I blinked again. What the hell was this about?

I nodded, probably a little too enthusiastically.

“You won’t say anything about this, will you?”

It was a directive.

I shook my head, “Not at all. It didn’t even happen.”

“Of course it didn’t happen,” Candy replied, “You’re still alive aren’t you?”

There it was.

She meant that. She was dead serious.

What the hell was going on?

I was getting cold. Thirsty and cold. I furiously wanted a drink, but didn’t want to mention my discomfort. Didn’t want to let her know all my weaknesses.

The Candy before me was a very different person than the one I had fucked. This Candy was quite capable of fucking me, and not in a pleasant way.

Her blade had been used. I was certain of it now. I tried to go in my memory of any murders in the area recently. Anything with stabbings or the like.

Not a fucking thing came to me. Who could think in my present state?

“I’m going to put my cock away,” Candy said with great clarity and deliberation. “And then you and I are going to talk about the people you know.”

There was no question that she was in control and very used to that position. It was then I noticed she didn’t even look tired. Coke or something. Had to be, though her eyes weren’t wide. And to tell the truth, she didn’t give off the vibe of being electrified from the inside.

Candy withdrew her stiletto. I could feel a sharp ache where it had been. I imagined that if I looked down, I’d see a little blood.

And then it hit me.

I had been used. Like her stiletto.

I thought I had asked her out, that I was the clever one, when the whole time it was Candy working me.

She had been too eager to come back with me.

Well, I didn’t even question it. She was a porn actress, for Christ’s sake. The way she moved and responded on set—I thought she was a nymph, and it would be easy picking.

Candy put her blade back in her bag with an eye still on me. She smiled.

“Relax, Gail,” she said, rising and moving off to lie down on the bed. I watched her and was still struck by how fucking hot she was. “Take a shower, eat, drink, whatever. We’re going to be here a little while. Talking. You’re going to tell me things.”

I wanted to look at the door. I terribly wanted to look at the door, maybe just to make sure it was there. In case I wanted to rush out into the hallway or something.

But I knew Candy would get to her bag before I could make it. I said she was fit, and I meant it. Hell, I honestly think she could take me in a fight.

Maybe.

With her stiletto—absolutely.

Shower. Drink in the shower. I kept an emergency bottle of rum under the sink behind the extra toilet paper. I needed that. Just to take the edge off this…whatever the fuck this was.

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lucy is a wildchild who has been stuck working for months on end now she has a few days off and is going to get her fuckfest on

CHAPTER 1

lucy had worked hard all year without a day off and without any decent amount of time to herself, she would start work at six in the morning and finish about seven in the evening the company she woked for had set up a new office in a small town and lucy had been sent to help set it up, all lucy had done for the last eight months was work, work, work, she knew it was gonna be like this but she knew the pay she would get would be massive.she didnt have time to socialise and not knowing many people she didnt have any friends to hang out with, even if she did she was always too tired anyway, the one thing lucy really missed was sex, by her own admission lucy was a nymphomaniac, some would call her a slag, but lucy didnt see it that way she like the pleasure of sex, she enjoyed trying everything she could think of, men, women, orgys, lucy loved it all, she espacialy loved being the center of the attention as well. the only sex she had enjoyed over the last seven months was the occasional use of her vibrator, when she wasnt too tired. but now lucy was about to have four days off and she had planned to get her fuck on, lucy was staying in a hotel and through the past months had made aquantances and spied protentual people for her sex marathon, she had planned diffferent ways to approach or seduce each of them, although it probably wouldnt be that hard, lucy was very good looking, 20 years old, slim, with a toned body her long dark hair came down to her large breasts, she was about five foot five, lucy always thought her ass was her best feature, small and pert, they finished her legs off perfectly, lucy had always taken care of her self and enjoyed showing her body off, something else she had missed in the last seven months.
lucy arrived back at the hotel just before eight oclock she went to her room had a shower, got dressed and went down to the hotel bar swimming pool, as she entered she entered the changing rooms she glanced around at the women, lucy liked the fthemale body more then the male, it was more seductive she thought. lucy rthemoved all her clothes and placed ththem in her locker before before putting on her swimming custom she enjoyed exposing her body to strangers and locker rooms were a great place to be able to do it freely, lucy only managed a few laps of the pool, she was already so tired, she was resting against the side of the pool when someone spoke to her,
“hello miss carter.”, lucy turned around to see a young women smilling at her, it took lucy a moment to reckognise her, it was chloe, one of the live-in room maids.
“oh hello chloe, how are you? lucy asked,
“fine thanks miss carter, i hope your having a good evening.” replied chloe,
“yes thanks just unwinding, im about to get out now, would you like to join me for a drink?”, chloe had said good morning or good evening to lucy almost everyday and had ocassonal small talk in the hotel elevator, chloe was about as close to a friend as lucy had.
“yeah sure that sounds nice.” answered chloe. the two women got out of the pool and headed back to the changing room, chloes locker was just a few ddors up from lucys, they made small talk as they got to know each other, and continued it into the shower room, the shower room was one big shower with many shower heads on the wall, each one was sectioned by small tiled walls about waste hieght, lucy and chloe took stood next to each other in thier own “cubicles” and carried on chatting, lucy admired chloes body and as she soaped herself up noticed chloe looking at hers.
when they had gotten dressed they went to the bar and ordered some drinks, they talked long into the night swapping stories and having a laugh with one another, eventualy they got onto the subject of boyfriends,
“no i dont have one, i dont really like being tied down to one person” lucy informed chloe. “how about you?”
“girlfriend actually” chloe said, “well actually we are on a break right now.”
“oh that sucks, how come?” lucy asked.
“she wasnt ready for a physical relationship.” chloe said looking a little upset,
“im sure she wil come around soon enough, these things take time.” lucy said reasurringly.
lucy looked at her watch it was gone midnight and lucy was feeling tired, she finished her drink and got up,
“im pretty tired so im affraid im going to have to call it a night, thanks for this evening its been great to talk to someone, i hope we can do this again soon.” chloe smiled and down her drink,
“yeah me too, tonight was really nice.”
“well im sure i will see you in the mornig” lucy said.
“oh no im not working tomorrow morning, its my day off.” lucy turned back to the redhead and whispered in her ear,
“in that case i would recomend you take that cute maids outfit to your girls friends house and try your luck, belive me i wouldnt say no.” lucy smiled and winked. chloe looked thembarassed but also happy, lucy gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek said goodnight and left, chloe sat at her table grinning from the compliment she had recieved, a smile grew over her face as an idea flashed through her head. lucy got back to her room, her head was a little dizzy she hadnt drunk in a while and wasnt used to it, she took off her clothes and climbed into bed, it wasnt long before she was fast asleep.
lucy was awoken early the next morning by a knock at the door, before lucy could get her senses together there was another knock, followed by,
“house keeping.”, lucy composed herself enough to shout back,
“not today thank you.” lucy shouted back, lucy looked at the time, it was a little after nine, this was the latest she had slept in for as long as she could recall, she turned over to go back to sleep, when she heard her door unlock and open before closing again, lucy turned over in her bed to see the maid had let herself in,
“no, no, not today please, im still..” lucy noticed it was chloe standing in front of her, “oh hey, i dint relise it was you, i thought you were not working today.” lucy said as she tried to recall last nights conversations,
“im not” chloe said, lucy looked confused she was still half asleep,
“i dont understand.” lucy said trying to make sense of the situation. chloe placed her hands just below her hips with her palms pressed against her legs she pulled her hands upwards and her skirt slowly lifted revealing her naked pussy, smoothly shaven with a red brazilian, she left her pussy showing, and then under her black blouse and white shirt, exposing her round tits, she lent against the wall and ran one hand down her tits to her cunt, then slipped a finger inside herself while looking at lucy,
“you said you wouldnt say no” chloe said as she began to breath heavy, lucy pulled back her cover and got out of the bed, she walked over to chloe she dropped down to her knees and began french kising chloes pussy, it had been a while for lucy and even though this wasnt part of the things she had planned it was still a great way to start things off, and she wasnt about to waste time, she licked and sucked on chloes cunt like a wild animal, rubbing her face into it, lucy hadnt had a women for a few years it was something that didnt present opertunities often, lucys face glistened with love juive she licked and sucked as chloe began to moan in pleasure, lucy took hold of chloes leg lifted it and pulled it around causing chloe to face the wall, lucy pushed her face into chloes pussy as hard as she could, before she pushed her tongue into chloes ass and started to analy tongue fuck her, chloe bit on her lip and whimpered with lust, she reached down and and pushed two fingers into her pussy before taking putting ththem in her mouth and sucking off her own love juice, lucy slipped her finger into chloes cunt and then another into her ass, lucy fingered both holes at the same time, as she did she knelt up and sucked on chloes tits, chloe moaned louder and louder until she came, chloe pulled lucy up and kissed her passionatly then pushed her on to the bed, lucy fell back on to it with her legs hanging off the end, chloe got down on her knees between lucys legs and began to eat out lucys cunt, pussy juice flowed out of lucy as chloe licked her clit, lucy began screaming with pleasure, lucy was out of practice so it didnt take long before she felt her first non self inflicted orgasm brewing, she grabbed hold of chloes hand and pushed one finger inside her asshole then slammed it in and out slowly but extrthemley hard, she let go of chloes hand and chloe instinctivly took over slowly pulling her finger almost all the way out of jilss ass before slamming it back in, whilst still licking lucys pussy and clit lucy screamed loudly as she came, chloe felt her mouth fill with love juice, she swallowed it all and began to slow her licking and fingering down, matching the rythum that lucy was thrusting her hips, chloe, got up on to the bed and layed on top of lucy they kissed, pushing thier tongues into each others mouths, tasting thier own pussies on the others breath. chloe sucked on lucys tits as the two rolled over on each other touching and kissing one another, lucy reached over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her vibrator, she climbed back on top of chloe but faced the over way , she pulled chloes legs up and back so her knees were almost touching her tits, lucy then lent forward and locked chloes legs behind lucys arms chloe was now staring up at lucys pussy and asshole, she moved her head forward and pushed her tongue into lucys ass, lucy took hold of her vibrator and looking down plunged it into chloes pussy, pumping it in and out as fast as she could as she did she pushed her body wieght down on chloe and grinding her cunt and ass on chloes face.the vibrator pumping in and out of chloe soon made her cum again, she reached down and took the vibrator from lucys hands and pulled it out of her pussy, she pushed lucy down a little off her face and brought the vibrator up to lucys pussy and pushed it in, lucy layed on top of chloe and gently licked at her clit, while chloe thrust the vibrator deep into lucy until she too came, lucy turned around and again the two kissed and rubbed thier bodies together, they eventualy got up and went into the shower, they saoped each other up running thier hands over each others bodies, the warm soapy slippery feeling was enough to make ththem begin kissing passionatly they began to finger each other again, as they did they both lowered to the floor, they opened thier legs and pushed thier cunts together and began to grind against one another the two women sped up as they felt thier clits being stimulated by the others, soon they were grinding thier hips as though they were being fucked, both moaning with pleasure, they came togther suddenly and threw ththemselves into each others arms and sitting on the floor of the shower the kissed and touched one anothers bodies. after thier shower the women returned to the bed and got dressed,
“now thats room service” lucy said laughing, chloe laughed too as she got dressed,
“i better go now i have to meet my girlfriend.” lucy smiled and wished her luck, she walked her to the door the kissed her goodbye. lucy went to her closet got out her bikini put it on and headed to the outdoor pool to relax.

CHAPTER 2

it was late afternoon and and lucy had be sunning herself by the pool for many hours she decided to get a drink from the bar, as she orderd she nothice a young boy walk past her, she felt him checking her out in her bikini, she had seen hm and his friends around the hotel and decided this was a good time to approach him, the boy was a typical big headed seventeen year old with sex constantly on his mind, the boy walked down some steps that led to a room that had pool tables and arcade machines in, as he reached the bottom of the stairs he felt someone behind him, he turned to see lucy stood on the stairs, looking at him, lucy didnt say a word, she pulled her bikini top to one side as her big tits fell out of ththem, she rubbed her fingers around her nipples looking at the boy, then she pulled her bikini bottoms across to reveal her smooth pussy, the young lads mouth fell wide open,
“like what you see?” lucy said seductivley, the boy nodded, dumbstruck, lucy moved her hand down to her pussy and rubbed it,
“do you want to fuck me?” lucy asked, again the boy nodded unable to speak,
“good, room 312 on the fifth floor, bring your friends.” lucy moved her bikini back and walked away, the young laad stood still for a moment before running as fast as he could to his friends, he told ththem what had happened, at first they didnt belive him but eventualy agreed to go with him, thier were six of ththem in total all were sixteeen or seventeen, as they made thier way to the room the boys all laughed and joked thinking it was some prank thier friend was playing, they knocked on the door and lucy answered wearing a hotel robe,
“ah hello boys come on in.” , the laughter stopped as the boys looked at each other in disbelieve, they followed lucy in and closed the door, the boys were not sure what to make of what was happening,
“did your friend her tell you what i wanted?” the lads looked at each other, this was real they thought, they all nodded thier heads,
“shy little things arent you.” lucy said feeling very in control, thats one reason she liked ththem young
“are you sure your all up for this?” lucy said walking up and down the line of boys, again they all nodded all be it somewhat nervously,
“good all of you take off your clothes.”, the boys looked at each other and slowly took off thier clothes lucy watched as the boys all stood in line with rock hard cocks sticking out in front of ththem, lucy walked past all of ththem with her hand out and ran her hand over thier cocks, she then turned to ththem and dropped her robe to reveal her naked body, all the boys mouths dropped open, lucy got down on her knees and the boys all gathered round her, lucy had six hard cocks incircling her head, she wasted little time and ran her tongue up the shaft of each cock, as she did she tock hold of random ones and gently rubbed ththem before moving on to the next, as she came full circle back to the first cock, she placed her mouth on the end of it and pushed down taking it deep into her throat, lucy sucked hard on it for a few moments then moved on to the next still genlty wanking random cocks with each hand, she reached the fourth lad and began to suck on his cock, the excitthement was too much for the boy, lucy felt him tense up, before feeling his cum squirt into the back of her throat the lad came lots and lucy kept her mouth on his cock untill she had sucked out and swallowed every drip, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him then with a smile and a wink she said,
“dont worry it happens to all of us.”
the lad looked a little thembarrased but smiled back, his drooping cock was already beging to harden again, that was the other thing lucy loved about young lads they cum and then be good to go again in minutes, lucy continued sucking on all the cocks, taking ththem deeper into her throat and sucking on each a little longer everytime, lucy then took hold of two cocks and pushed ththem both into her mouth, then a differnt two and finally the last two, lucy stood up and led one of the lads to the the chair that was next to the bed and sat him in it, lucy turned away from him and sat herself on his lap, she fed his cock in to her ass then instructed another boy to stand in front of her btween her legs, he instinctivley pushed his cock into her pussy and began fucking her, the lad under lucy also started to thrust his cock in her ass, lucy instructed another to of the boys to each climb up onto the arms of the chair, from thier the boys cocks were at lucys head height lucy took a cock in each hand and wanked ththem, licking and sucking on both as she did, lucy bounced hard on the cock in her ass as the other boy fucked her cunt hard lucy had missed cock, the feeling of getting pounded by two at once was heaven for her, lucy continued to wank and suck the boys either side of her suddenly the boy to the left came, a massive amount of jizz across her tits, this caused the other one to cum, a larged spray of cum landed on and in lucys mouth, her chin and then her tits, lucy licked the cum from her lips savouring the taste, lucy rthemoved the cocks from her ass and cunt ad got the two lads to stand in front of her as she sat in the chair, she took hold fo thier cocks, holding ththem right in front of her face and wanked ththem furiously, lads came at the same time covering lucys face with cum, she sucked on thier cocks getting every drip out of ththem, lucy let the cum run down her neck and on to her body, sat in the chair lucy ran two fingers over her cum covered tits and sucked the jizz off ththem, she then got up and laid on the her back on the bed she instructed the last two lads to fuck her pussy and mouth, the first boy climbed on to the bed and squated over her head pushed his cock into her mouth and and fucked her mouth pushing his cock back her throat, the other boy stood at the edge of the bed between lucys legs and fucked her pussy hard. lucy felt the lad cum in her mouth, she swallowed the first two sruirts then let her mouth fill with his cum, when the lad pulled out lucy let the cum run down her chin and onto her tits, then the other boy pulled his cock from her wet pussy and fired his cum over her stomach and cunt, by now the other lads were all ready to go again, lucy told ththem to take turns and they could fuck any hole and cum anywhere they wanted, the first boy stepped up and pushed his cock into her pussy and began to bang away, two ther lads got on the bed on each side of lucy she wanked and sucked ththem off, untill each came on her face and body, the lad fucking her began to speed up lucy looked down at her jizz soaked tits bouncing up and down as the boy fucked her, he suddenly stiffened and pushed hard as he came inside her, as soon as he pulled out another lad took his place pushing his cock into lucy and fucking her hard, another lad climbed up on the bed and wanked himself hard over lucys face, lucy opened her mouth wide, the lad aimed his cock at it and came, the first shot streaked across lucys eye and on to her forehead, the next spray hit her lips and her mouth, lucy raised her head and took his cock into her mouth, swallowing the rest of the cum, the boy fucking lucy also came inside her, again as he pulled out another lad got up to take his place, this time the lad lifted lucys legs a little and rammed his cock into her ass, the lad pumped hard and fast and soon came, lucy could feel his head swell inside her ass as he pumped his cum into her, this excited the rest of the lads and they all took a turn fucking lucys asshole, sometimes cumming inside sometimes pulling out and cumming over her body, lucy had cum many times during the the gang bang, she looked down at her cum covered body she liked the idea of being used as a cum dumpster, the notion of being a slut always turned her on. to help get each lad hard again lucy took thier limp cocks and sucked and licked on ththem, her face was sloppy and sticky from all the cum that the boys had fired over her and the cum that dripped from thier drooping dicks, the lads kept fucking lucys holes way into the evening, lucys asshole and pussy were throbbing, and full of cum her body and face were soaked in the lads jizz, there were even small pools of jizz on the bed around her body, the lads were all exhausted, as was lucy, after the last lad came inside her pussy, lucy stared at the cielling trying to catch her breath, without looking at ththem she thanked the lads for a fun day, she expressed her wish to do it again soon if they kept it a secret, the boys agreed, got dressed and left, for a while lucy just laid there, but it wasnt long before she felt the urge to be naughty, lucy reached down and pulled out two vibrators from under the covers, and two classes that were next to the bed, lucy began to run her haneds over her body through all the cum, her whole body was covered in a thick layer of cum, lucy scooped as much up as she could pouring it into the glasses, she did the same to the pools of cum on the bed sheet, then she sat up and placed the glasses under her pussy and asshole, she tensed her stomach and pushed, a steady stream of cum poured from her cunt and ass filling the glasses, lucy was still covered in cum, she took the two vibrators and the two glasses of jizz and went into the shower, she didnt turn in on, instead she took the first vibrator and turned it up to its highest setting and pushed it all the way into her ass untill there was none of it sticking out. lucy could feel it vibrating inside her pushing against her womb, she could already fel the orgasm building, lucy took the second vibrator and stuck it to the shower floor, lucy squatted over it and slipped it into her pussy and bounced up and down on it as hard as she could, lucy ran her hands over her sloppy tits, she pinched her nipples and pulled on ththem, as the pleasure built up and the lust took over lucy took hold of one of the classes of cum she opened her mouth wide and poured it in, lucy swallowed fast as her mouth filled with the mixed jizz of the boys, lucy swallowed mouthfull after mouthfull as she themptyed the first glass, jizz spilled down her chin and neck, lucy tried to catch it with her fingers, bringing it back to her mouth and swallowing it all, the rest the ran down her body lucy rubbed into her tits and cunt, lucy was on the verge on cumming now she raised the second glass and poured it all over her face and open mouth, lucy let the jizz run down her throat and bodyshe rubbed the cum into her hair and skin, franticly sucking on her fingers and tits to consume all the cum, with one last huge bounce lucy came crashing down on the vibrator, cumming hard, from ther lucy fell forwards on to her hands and knees, the pushed on her stomach muscles causing the other vibrator to themerge from her ass, it fell to the ground still buzzing away, lucy had cum so hard her legs had turned to jelly, she layed on the shower floor for a while before getting up and turning the shower on, lucy washed the cum from her hair and body, her pussy and asshole were sore and sensative to touch. the gangbang had been as naughty as lucy had wantewd it to be she felt like a little slut and she loved it. lucy put on a hotel robe and changed the bed sheets, she turned on her tv ordered some room service and spent the rest of the night relaxing.

CHAPTER 3

lucy awoke the next morning and was surprised how late it was, almost eleven oclock she hadnt had a sleep like that in a long time, feeling full of energy and knowing her next scheduled sex session was untill later that night lucy had some time to kill and so decided to go out, she put her bikini on under her summer dress, she was intending on doing more sun bathing, she really wanted to go naked but there were no nude beaches around and the hotel wasnt going to let her do that, lucy decided to have a drink and something to eat at the outside bar before she went out.
as lucy came outside she passed the young lads from the night before, she gave ththem a checky hello boys and continued on. lucy sat down and ordered a drink and some food, as she ate at her small table lucy kept thinking about how much she wanted to lay in the sun naked, suddenly lucy had an opithany, lucy finished her food and quickly downed her drink, lucy headed back to her room, lucy went to the window and just as she rthemthemberd on the outside was the hotels fire escape, feeling adventurous lucy opened her window and climbed out on to the fire escape and headed up she quietly passed three more floors of other rooms windows untill she was at the top of the fire escape, it was very high up, lucy felt quite shaky being so high up, all that was left was a twenty foot ladder bolted to the wall that lead to the roof, lucy climbed the ladder making sure not to look down, lucy was soon on the roof a massive flat area with small walls around the outside of it in one corner of the of the roof was a small shed like box with a door on one side, lucy went over to investigate, she pulled open the door which led to some stairs going down into the hotel, lucy went down ththem to another doorthis one was very stiff but eventualy lucy opened it and found herself in a big supply room filled with cleaning products, towels, hotel uniforms and many other things, it was clear no one had been up to the roof for a while, lucy pushed the stiff door back shut and then opened the main door or the supply room, lucy found herself on the top floor of the hotel at the very end of the corridor where the hotel stored all of its equipment the corridoor was littered with cleaning trolleys and stacks of seats from the function rooms, there was no elevator to this floor only a stair case, lucy headed down the stairs then into the elevator and back down to the hotel lobby, lucy headed into the hotel shop and took some cold bottles of drink some snacks and a few magazines, she payed for ththem and headed back to the elevator, as the doors opened chloe stepped out, lucy smiled at her,
“hey, hows it going with your girlfriend?” lucy asked
“not bad thanks, im going to meet her now, and we are going to spend the day by the pool.”
“thats souns nice.” lucy said smilling, “have a nice day, the both of you.”
“thanks, actauly i was going to see if you wanted to join us.”
“sure sounds great, give me a call when you get down there then.”
“ok will do, see you later.” chloe said as she walked away.
lucy jumped into the elevator and pressed for the top floor, the door opened and lucy proceeded up the stairs, quietly looking around to make sure no one was around, she slipped back into the supply room and headed for the door to the roof, as she did she noticed some white plastic fold up sun bed, it was big but lucy managed to drag it with her to the roof, lucy dropped all her stuff and went back down into the suppley room, lucy grabbed some towels and a broom then went back to the roof, lucy used the broom to wedge the top door shut, she then set out her sunbed and padded it with the towels, lucy stripped naked and laid back on her sunbed letting her body soak up the sun, it felt great to be naked and the thrill of being alone on the roof was getting lucy excited, she got up and casualy walked around the roof, breaking into a gentle jog so she could watch her tits bounce around freely, as her confidence grew lucy peered over the side of the building looking down at the people in the pool, she then looked over the front of the hotel the street below was busy and if anyone had looked up the would have seen the top half of a naked women looking down at ththem, lucy carried on walking around the roof looking down at everyone, she eventually returned to her sunbed and relaxed on it reading her magazine. lucy was interupted by her phone ringing, she fished through her bag and answwered it,
“hey chloe are you at the bar now?”
“yeah me and pipa are here do you wanna join us?” chloe replied.
“yeah could do unless you two are intrested in joining me?” lucy said with a hint of mystery.
“why were are you?”
“just bring some drinks and meet me on the top floor.” lucy said.
“ok see you in a min.” chloe said sounding excited”. lucy but her bikini back on and then her dress, unwedged the door and went back down to the suppley room, she made her way down the hallway then down the stairs, where chloe and pipa were coming out of the elevator, chloe introduced pipa and lucy then asked what lucy what she was doing, lucy led chloe to the suppley room, there lucy told ththem both to grab a sunbed each while lucy took some more towels, as the three themerged on to the roof chloe and pipa gasped,
“wow this is so cool” chloe said. chloe and pipa set up thier sunbeds next to lucy who had rthemoved her dress and was bathing in her bikini, chloe and pipa had thier swim suits on under thier clothes and decided to bath in ththem, the three women relaxed in the sun, untill the silence was broken by chloes phone,
“fuck, i just got called into work.” chloe said angrily
“that sucks, what are you gonna do?” asked lucy
“i gotta go in when they call, but you guys can still hang together.” lucy looked over at pipa and nodded, pipa reponded the same way,
“ok well i will catch up with you two later” chloe said as she got dressed and left. lucy and pipa carried oon sunbathing on the roof, pipa was a little shy and lucy did her best to make conversation with her, eventualy pipa began to talk more and soon the girls were chatting and laughing,
“this really is a cool place, i bet you could sunbath naked up here.” pipa said.
“i was before you guys came up” lucy replied.
“oh good, so you wont mind if i do then?”
“no not at all i will join you.” pipa and lucy rthemoved thier clothes and continued sunning ththemselves, then pipa spoke again,
“you have a great body i can see why chloe wanted you.” lucy wasnt sure what to say,
“its ok chloe told me all about it” lucy paused for a moment then asked pipa a question,
“why dont you want a physical relationship with chloe?”
“i do but i wanted everything to be great for chloe and i dont rerally have much expirence i didnt want to dissapoint her.” pipa looked a little sad.
“im sure you could have found girls to get some expirence.”
” i tried but i would always bottled out, and there is something else, sometimes when i cum i…..” pipa paused feeling thembarassed but lucy already knew the answer,
“you spray?”
“yeah, and i dont think chloe would like it?” lucy looked at pipa and smiled,
“trust me girls like it.” pipa smiled a little but was still not convinced,
“would you like to practice with me?” lucy asked, pipa looked at lucy, smiled and nodded her head, lucy sat up on the side of her sun bed and opened her legs, pipa knelt down between lucys legs and pulled open lucys pussy lips, and began to kiss lucys clit,
“make sure you tongue is very wet then rub it on my clit.” lucy instructed pipa, pipa pushed her tongue against lucys clit and began to massage it, lucy closed her eyes and began to breath heavily, pipa slid her tongue down lucys pussy and pushed it inside, pumping her tongue in and out of lucys wet cunt, lucy reached down and took one of pipas hands and placed it on her tits, pipa fondled ththem, sqeezing her nipples, pipa moved her tongue back on to lucys clit,
“slide two fingers into me” lucy said, pipa slipped two fingers inside lucy and continued to lick and suck on lucys clit, pipas fingers glided in and out of lucy faster and faster, lucy began to moan with pleasure, she reached down and pulled pipas fingers out of her pussy and pushed one into her asshole, pipa moved her tongue back down lucys pussy and slipped it inside her again, lucy pushed her cunt hard against pipas face,
“swap your finger and tongue.” lucy whispered, pipa pulled her finger from lucys ass and and her tongue from lucys pussy and ran it down to lucys asshole, pipa lightly ran her tongue around lucys rim before pushing it inside, she pushed two fingers into lucys pussy and pumped ththem hard, doing the same with her tongue in lucys ass, lucy pulled pipa up on to the sunbed, they sat facing each other pipa sat between lucys legs with her legs over lucys the two kissed passionatly while they reached down and rubbed eachothers clit as fast as they could, lucy pulled pipa against her thier tits pressed hard against the others, pipa pushed her pussy against lucy and the pair began to scissor quickly, pipa began to moan with pleasure as, she felt herself coming and began to sob with orgasm, pipa started to slow and pulll away but lucy stopped her,
“its ok let it happen, i want it” lucy said driven half by trying to help pipa and half from pure lust, pipa pushed her pussy hard against lucys again she could feel her clit rubbing against lucys, they began to speed up again and again pipa felt herself begin to climax this time she kept rubbbing her pussy on lucys, pipa felt the uncontrolable wave of pleasure serge through her body, she came hard, her pussy still pressed against lucys let out a huge spray of love juice, it shot straight up into lucy and pipas faces and over thier tits, lucy felt her cunt suddenly fill with pipas love juice, pipa could barley get her scream out,being so over come with pleasure, just the occasional whimper made it out of her mouth, lucy leaned in and the to kissed as love juice still sprayed up between thier faces, soaking the pair of ththem, as they kissed they licked and sucked the love juice off each others face, pipa pulled her pussy away from lucys a tiny bit, her love juice sprayed up into lucys face, lucy opened her mouth wide catching the spray right into her mouth, pipa screamed with pleasure as her orgasm faded her pussy spray ended on lucys tits, lucy grabbed pipa and kissed her pushing pipas love juice into her mouth, pipa swallowed it and the two of ththem kissed passionatly. both girls fell back onto the sunbed pipas legs were shaking uncontrolably from her massive orgasm.
“that was amazing.” pipa said trying to catch her breath,
“i think if you do that with chloe she would be extrthemley happy.” lucy said reassuring pipa, who smiled bashfully back at her. the two women cleaned ththemselves up with some towels and went back to sunbathing. sometime later chloe arrived back, lucy looked at the time, it was almost time for her appointment, she told chloe and pipa that she had to go and they should use the time oon the roof to thier advantage, as she left she looked back and saw pipa kissing chloe and sliding her hand into chloes pants, lucy smiled knowing they were about to have a good time, but she had one of her own to get to.

CHAPTER 4

lucy had gone back to her room had a shower and put on some very trashy clothes, as she applied her make up her phone went off a message appeared saying “ready now” lucy looked at it smiled and left the room, lucy was wearing a ver short denim skirt a small boob tube and a little black jacket over that, lucy went to the elevator and went up two floors, she headed down the coridoor and knocked on the door of one of the hotel rooms, there was no answer so lucy opened the door and entered the room, the room was a lot bgger then hers, one of the penthouse suits, lucy made her way to were the noise was coming from, lucy entered the main room where ten older men were gathered round a table playing cards they all looked up as lucy entered.
earlier that week lucy had been eating in the bar when she had overheard a group of men talking about where they could find some prostitutes for an evening, the thought of pretending to be a prostitute for a group of dirty old men made lucy excitited and the idea of being paid for it made her feel really dirty and naughty, that was enough to cause lucy to walk over to the men,
“excuse me gentlthemen i couldnt help overhearing, i may be able to provide you with some entertainment.”, one of the men spoke up,
“well hello my dear, do you have any friends who may like to have a party with us?”
“no i work alone”, lucy felt all thier eyes on her looking her up and down she felt her nerves going, “i garanteee im all you need.” she said trying to resert her confidence, the men looked at eachother, with a few nods and shrugs the first man looked lucy up and down,
“how much for one night with all of us here?”, lucy wasnt sure what to say and randomly spatout a number “one hundred?” she said sounding very unsure, was one hundred dollars too much or too little? she wasnt a porstitute she didnt know, she looked at the men, who looked at each other then back at her,
“seventy five”. the first man said, lucy didnt care about the money she just wanted the attention of ten old randy men but still, seventy five bucks for ten me, what a check she thought to herself.
“sure.” she said, feeling a little under appreciated, the first man told her where and when and that they wanted her to dress like a prostitute too, with that lucy left ththem to it.
as the men played cards the first man turned to lucy,
“take off your clothes and make us all some drinks please my dear.”, lucy did as instructed and rthemoved her clothes the men called out what drinks they wanted, lucy found a small bar in the room and began making the drinks, this wasnt what lucy had expected and the fact they were all more intrested in the game then her naked body made lucy a little jelous, but she decided to see where this was all heading, lucy took the drinks to the big round table and passed ththem around, then the first man spoke again,
“now be a good girl and get under the table, start with me and work your way around the table my dear.” the man moved his chair out to make room, lucy got on her hands and knees and crawled in under the table where she saw the ten men all had thier cocks out, the first man pulled his chair back to to the table, lucy looked at the old mans cock, then took hold of it and ran her hand up his shaft and then back down to his balls, she then placed the head of his cock into her mouth pressed her lips on his shaft and wanked him with her mouth, as she sucked on the old mans cock she massaged his balls with her hand, it didnt take long before she felt his warm cum squirt in her mouth, lucy gentley sucked on the mans cock until he had stopped cumming, she licked his cock clean then moved on to the next man, lucy made her way around the table swallowing all the cum the men produced, when she had finished the first man moved his chair and lucy crawled out, the first man gave lucy his hand and he helped her off the floor, and guided her on to the table,
“why dont you play with your pussy for us, and if and one wants a bit they will let you know.” lucy wasnt sure what he ment but standing in the middle on the table lucy began playing her pussy rubbing it and sliding her fingers in and out, she moaned softley and squeezed her nipples, suddenly one of the men said, “i will have some now dear”, lucy didnt know what to do, but the man motioned her to walk over to him, “keep playing with it” he said, lucy continued to touch herself right in front of the old man, at that point he tilted his head back and opened his mouth, then motioned towards his mouth, lucy understood and standing on tip toes lifted her pussy over his face and lowered it on his mouth while still fingering her clit, the old man lapped and likcked at lucys cunt, lucy was enjoying this strange slave girl game she was playing, the old man stopped licking and pulled his face away from lucys pussy,”thank you dear” he said, lucy moved back to the middle of the table and continued playing with herself being called over by random men and letting ththem lick and eat her pussy, lucys confidence began to grow and the next time lucy moved back to the center of the table she picked up one of the thempty bottles of champaign and placed it below her and squatted over it sliding it inside her, lucy bounced up and down on the bottle getting herself on, she glanced around at the men, they continued with thier game occasionaly giving her approving looks. just as lucy was starting to cum the men all got up from the table,
“we have finished our card game, would you like to follow us to the bedroom please.” the first man asked lucy, lucy got off the table and followed the men into the bedroom and laid on the bed, the men rthemoved thier clothes and one by one climbed on top of lucy and fucked her, none of the men could last very long but lucy managed to cum a few times from the thought of a gang of old men fucking her,each of ththem pulled out and came on lucys tits and stomach, after the last of the men had shot his load over lucy, the first man spoke,
“now play with our cum.” lucy placed both her hands on her cum soaked tits and rubbed the cum all over her body, sliding warm cum into her pussy then all over her stomach, lucy rubbed her hands in the puddle of cum between her tits and scooped up a load of old man jizz, she let it drip and run down over her nose and mouth then rubbed it in alll over her face, lucy scooped up all she could and pushed it through her hair, lucy was covered in cum, she could feel her skin becoming very sticky, there was still lots of cum on her tits jill rubbed her hand in it then wiped her hand over her ass and legs, lucy rubbed her hands in the cum again then sucked on her fingers and licked her hands, lucy was now covered in sticky drying cum, the old men watching gave a little round of applause. then the firts men spoke again,
“please follow us.”, lucy got up and folloew the men into the bathroom and into the large shower, they knelt her down and all stood around her
“we are going to help clean you off my dear.” the man said, before lucy could say anything the men all began to piss on her body, lucy was not ready for that but was immediatly felt turned on by it, none of the men pissed higher then her tits, lucy wanted more so lent her head back into the stream of the men behind her she felt thier warm piss soak her hair, getting more excited lucy closed her eyes tightly and moved her head foward, three streams of piss hit her in the face soaking her, lucy couldnt help herself, with her eyes still closed she opened her mouth and let it fill with the old mens piss, as her mouth filled she spat it out over herself, lucy ran her hands over her body rubbing the piss into her skin, then placed her hand on her clit and wanked it hard cumming in seconds. the men all finished pissing then turned to the shower heads and turned ththem on, again the first man spoke,
” before cleaning youself you must first clean us.”, lucy got up off the floor and proceeded to wash the men with a soap ans sponge, one by one the men left the shower and got dressed until only lucy was left, lucy washed herself clean and put on one of the hotel robes before joining the men in the main room, the men had all gone back to playing cards, the first man turned to lucy, “thank youo for the entertainment your money on the side please see yourself out, goodnight.” how fucking rude these guys are lucy thought to herself, what kind of women would do that for seventy five bucks unless like me they liked it, lucy wasnt going to take the money but on the side was a small package way to big to be seventy five dollars, lucy opened it and then realised, the man hadnt ben talking in dollars he had been talking in thousdands, lucy could barley believe it, she took the bundle of money and hurried back to her room, lucy opened the bundle and through it over her bed jumping up and down screaming with excitment, she threw off her trashy clothes and jumped into the money naked, rolling around in it, she grabbed bunches of notes and rubbed ththem against her tits, lucy took a load of twentys rolled ththem up and pushed ththem into her pussy, she rubbed her clit untill she came, laying in all the money lucy caught her breath, pulled the rolled up money out of her pussy and tidied up her cash then went to bed, lucy could hardly sleep with excitment, she began to form a plan for her last day off.

CHAPTER 6

lucy awoke the next morning full of energy, the excitment of the money was still buzzing through her, she got dressed and decided to take the money to the bank to keep it safe, just as she was leaving a thought popped into lucys mind, she sat back down and thought things through before taking out thirty thousand dollars, she hid it in her room then took the rest to the bank.
lucy was on top of the world, she had forty five thousand dollas extra in her bank account and another thirty she was going to blow on an amazing night of sex, she had a lot of planning to do but she was confident she could get it all sorted out today ready for the ultimate fuck fest tomorrow.
lucy wasnt sure where to start but then rthemthembered the old men from the night before, lucy went back to the hotel and saw the men outside by the pool, as lucy approached ththem men the first man caught sight of her, he looked up at her smilling and said,
“oh no thank you my dear not today.” the old man had assumed lucy was there to propersition ththem,
“sorry you misunderstand me, i was wondering if you could tell me if you know of escourt services.” lucy said.
“oh i see, well as it happens that barman over there just gave us a few numbers for some, would you like ththem?”
“yes please.” lucy said, the old man gave her a copy of the list of numbers, it was quiet long, lucy thanked him and headed back to her room. lucy began to ring the numbers, she enquired into how much it would cost to have a person all night and what they were willing to do, after a few hours of negotiating with several different people she had managed to secure ten men and ten women all willing to do everything lucy wanted, it had only cost her a thousand a head, she still had fifteen thousand left so lucy went to the hotel lobby and used the money to aqquire a pent house suit for one night, with everything in place lucy wondered how she could waste the rest of the day.
lucy decided to tease the young lads from before, she looked around the hotel for ththem, then rthemthembered they hung out down in the pool table room, on her way down the stairs she could hear the voices of the lads laughing and joking, lucy krept up to the doorway and looked inside, there were more lads then last time lucy counted eleven of ththem. lucy walked into the room,
“hello boys” she said, the lads spun around at the sound of her voice, none of ththem said anything they all just looked, lucy saw bulges in some of thier shorts, just being there gave ththem wood, lucy walked in and closed the door behind her she looked around then used a stool to prop under the door handle, locking it. lucy confidently walked around the room with all the lads watching her “lets play pool” she said finally, the lads looked a little dissapointed, but lucy quickly put a smile on thier faces,
“every game you win i will take off an itthem of clothing if i win even one game you all have to get naked.” the lads looked at each other and nodded, they set up a game and let lucy break, lucy had no intention of winning the first few games and each time she lost she rthemoved clothing until she was down to her black bra and thong. however lucy wasnt about to let the lads off so easily, the next round lucy cleaned up, without the lads getting one shot, she instructed ththem to all take off there clothes, lucy continued to tease the lads by winning the next six games the lads trying desperatly to win and get lucy naked she was enjoying having eleven naked lads all with rock hard cocks standing around her, in the end she decided to give ththem a treat, she let ththem win the next two games first taking off her bra the her thongs, she too was now naked,
“if i win the next game then you all get nothing if you win then i will give you all something nice”
the lads nodded again and set up another game, lucy didnt want to win this one and barley tried, once the lads one lucy instructed ththem to all line up, lucy walked up to the first lad dropped to her knees and began to suck his cock, tickeling his balls as she did soon the lad came in lucys mouth, she swallowed all his jizz and sucked his cock clean then moved on to the next, lucy made her way down the line of lads swallowing load after load, when she was done lucy got dressed and smiled at the lads as she left, she made her way through the hotel to the elevator, when she got in she realised the men in the elevator with her were two the old men from the night before, lucy quickly pressed the themergency stop button dropped to her knees and opened the mens trousers both men were surprised but allowed it, lucy pulled out the mens cocks and with one in each hand she took ththem up to her mouth and licked on both of ththem before pushing both into her mouth and wanking on thier shafts, she felt one of the mens cum hit the back of her throat quickly followed by the other, lucy continued to suck until she was sure the men had both stop cuming. lucy stood back up turned around and started the elevator while the two men did thier trousers back up then lucy left the elevator without saying a word. lucy walked back down the hallway and turned the corner to her room as she came round the corner she saw a hotel waiter delivering food to the room next door, lucy quickly took off all her clothes and hid ththem behind a plant, she waited for the waiter to come out of the next room then crept up behind him,
“excuse me” she said with a soft innocent voice, the waiter turned around and jumped with surprise to see a naked women stood in front of him,
“i appear to have locked myself out of my room could you help me” lucy said, not even trying to cover herself, the waiter tried not to look at her and thumbled for his key card he quickly swipped it against her door and let her in, lucy kept eye contact with him as she brushed past him into her room, she loved teasing men, the poor waiter didnt know where to look,
“thank you here come in a second you deserve a tip” the flaustered waiter followed her in trying not to look at lucys naked body, suddenly he felt her hand against his cock he looked down and saw lucy on her knees opening his fly, completly dumbfounded the waiter watched as lucy sucked on his cock, he felt her tongue roll over his bellend and her wet lips slide up and down his shaft, the feeling was amazing he felt lucy spped up and soon fired his cum into her mouth, lucy sucked his cock clean, then jumped back up, she smiled at him with a cheeky grin,
“thanks for leting me in” she said,
“er yeah your welcome mam” the stunned waiter said before leaving.
have sucked a lot of cocks lucy decided she would spend the rest of the evening relaxing, she ran herself a hot bath and soaked for a few hours before watching tv and ordering room service.

CHAPTER 7

lucy woke up on her final day off she got washed and dressed and headed to the hotel reception to get her key for the penthouse suit, she then headed up to check it out, it was as big as the old mens one with a large shower and big living area, all she needed now was her guests. lucy knew they were a few hours away from arriving so she wondered down to the hotel bar and had a few drinks before chilling out by the pool, eventualy the time had come, lucy went back up to her room and put on a very sexy black dress, then went up to the penthouse and waited.
the bell rung lucy scrambled to answer it, lucy opened the door to be confronted by three women, she let ththem in and offered ththem drinks, the door rang again this time it was four men, lucy let ththem in and showed ththem to the bar were they mingled with the other women, not long after the door went again lucy opened it and there stood two women and another man, as she showed ththem in lucy felt excited she loved being the center of attention, this was the first time she had payed for sex though and wasnt sure how to act, all the people there knew what lucy was expecting from the phone calls she had with ththem, lucy decided it would be best to act like she had done this many times before. lucy confidently walked into the middle of the group and pulled off her dress, standing in just her black underware and heels, she picked up a glass of champaign and downed it, lucy walked up to one of the men and kissed him passionatly rthemoving his clothes as she did, as they kissed lucy reached down and wanked his cock slowly, before kneeling down and sucking on it for a few moments, lucy lifted his cock and sucked on his balls, she ran her tongue over his balls and up his shaft, lucy got up then walked over to one of the women, again she kissed her passionatly and rthemoved her clothes, lucy kissed her way down the womens body sucking on the womens tits, then down to her pussy, lucy licked the womens clit then thrust her tongue inside the womens wet cunt, lucy kissed her way back up the womens body, over her tits and back up to her mouth, they kissed a few more times before passing the women to the naked man, the two began to kiss and touch one another, lucy made her way around all her guests getting ththem naked, going down on ththem then pairing ththem up with one of the others, lucy rthemoved her underware and proceded into the middle of the room, all the escourts stopped playing with each other and gathered round lucy, lucy instructed a man and women to kneel behind her, lucy laid back on ththem to her left the women lent over her giving her a tit to suck on, while to her right the mans cock was at easy reach of lucys mouth, she switched between the tit and the cock sucking on eachnext she got one man and one women to lay on each side of her and lick and suck on each tit, she next got another man and women to lay between her legs and lick on her pussy and asshole, finaly she instructed the last two men and two women to stand over her mouth and take it in turns while she preformed oral sex on ththem. lucy kept it going for almost an hour, twelve hands ran over her body, two tongues probbed her pussy and asshole, two mouths sucked hard on her nipples, a tit and a cock were pressed against her face and four perople shoved thier crothes into her mouth, eventualy lucy got up, and went to the bar she handed a few of the escourts bottles of champaign and they all began to spray each other with ththem, one of ththem poured some down himself , while lucy and another women sucked it off his cock, lucy poured some down herself, the women stopped sucking on the mans cock and licked the champaign off lucys tits, lucy stood up an did it again this time the women pushed her mouth into lucys pussy and let the champaign round down into it then into her mouth, when the bottle was thempty lucy handed it to the women, she took the bottle and pushed it into her cunt, then began to bounce up and down on it, lucy took another bottle of champaign and got the women who was fucking the bottle to stop, lucy then instructed the five women to climb up on the worktop and get on thier hands and knees and face the other way, all five womens asses were facing lucy and the men, lucy gave he bottle to one of the men then instructed the other men to get one each, each man took his bottle of champaign and pushed it into the asses of the women, tilted ththem upwards and started to pump them in and out of the womens assholes, lucy watched as the liquid drained from the bottles into the womenshe told the first man to pump harder and faster, the women began to moan and wail with pleasure the first women in perticular, soon the man was pumping the bottle in and out very fast the women screamed with orgasm, at this moment lucy positioned herself in front of the the woman and told the man to pull out the bottle and the women to push hard, as he man pulled the bottle from the womens ass, a huge spray of champaign flew out into lucys face and mouth, lucys tits were covered by foamy champaign lucy pushed her hand down over her tits down to her pussy and rubbed the champaign into her clit. lucy placed her mouth on the womens asshole and drank the champaign pouring from it, lucy moved away and told the man to continue drinking the champaign from the womens ass, lucy then moved behind the next women and told the man and women to do the same thing as the last, lucy made her way down the line taking champaign shots to her face, mouth and tits then telling the man to keep eating out the womans asshole, by the end lucy was soaked and a little drunk all the escourts were fucking and sucking on each other, lucy made her way over to a women who was on all fours giving a man a blowjob, lucy layed on her back and moved her head between the womens knees and lifted to her face to the womens cunt then began to lick on the womans clit, lucy felt someone lift her legs, then the feel of a hard cock pushed into her pussy, lucy continued to eat the womans cunt while one of the men fucked lucy hard, lucy made her way over to a small table and layed back on it she instructed the men and women to pair off and que up, she opened her legs wide and indicated to the man to fuck her , the man stood at the end of the table, between lucys legs and pushed his cock into lucys pussy and started fucking her, lucy laid right back on the table, her tits moved up and down in rythum of the mans cock thrusting in and out of her, with her head resting on the table lucy got the women to face the man and sit on lucys face, then gave the man some more intsructions, the womans pussy pushed against lucys mouth, her nose pressed hard against the womans asshole, lucy pushed her tongue inside the womans cunt, licking her wet meat, the woman ground her hips over lucys face, lucy pushed her head up, rubbing the womans cunt lips across her face, the womans love juice dripped into lucys mouth, the man pumped lucys pussy hard and deep, grabbing her bouncing tits, the man felt he was about to cum and followed lucys instructions, he pulled out of lucy, and quickly scrambled over her body, the woman lifted her pussy of lucys mouth and the man quickly pushed his cock inside her, the man fucked her hard and fast before pushing hard as he came inside the woman, he pushed a few more times pumping his cum deep into the woman then pulled out, he then placed his cock into lucys waiting mouth were she sucked the cum off the end of his cock, the man moved away and the woman sat back on lucys face, lucy pushed her tongue back inside the woman and instantly felt the mans cum pour into her mouth, lucy did her best to lick and suck all the cum out of the womans cunt, when she was sure she had it all the woman climbed off and the next couple repeated what the first had done, for the next two hours another nine men fucked lucy hard in her pussy while lucy ate the cunt of the woman sitting on her face before drinking the mans cum out of the the womans pussy, by the time lucy had had ththem all her mouth was sloppy with cum and pussy juice running down her cheeks and chin. while lucy had been enjoying being fucked and eating cum from pussies, the rest of the escourts had been told to cum into a large glass bowl, the women had helped the men wank off while and the men helped the women that could spray thier pussy juice to also cum into the bowl, lucy came over and inspected it, the bowl was an average punch bowl size and the escourts had managed to fill it almost half way, lucy took a glass and dipped it into the bowl filling it with the jizz-love juice cocktail and poured it into her mouth, lucy downed the entire glass full, lucy dipped the glass back in flling it half way up and handed it to one of the other women who was sat next her the women took the glass to her mouth and began to drink the mixed cum, lucy could see the woman was gagging but was trying to drink it all, as she swallowed the last mouthfull her gag reflax took over the women puked most of it back over herself, lucy dropped to her knees and began licking it off the womens body, the women, not wanting to dissapoint lucy scopped as much of it up as she could and swallowed it again, keeping it down this time, lucy made her way up the womans body to her mouth, the pair shared a sloppy long kiss before lucy moved back to the bowl, she told everyone to have a drink if they wanted it, to her surprise most of the women came and took a glass, some sipped on it some downed it in one others would drink some while pouring it over ththemselves or someone else while another licked it up, lucy even saw a few of the men doing shots of it., there was still plent in the bowl, lucy took another glass full and got one of the women to lay on her back, she then got two of the men to hold the womens legs up and back towards her head so her pussy was facing the ceiling, lucy pulled open the womans pussy and poured in the glass of jizz, filling it, lucy pushed her face into the womens cunt and sucked out the jizz cocktail, lucy repeated it untill her glass was themptyon the last go lucy pulled the woman on top of her so her pussy was on top of lucys mouth, lucy let the last of the jizz cocktail run into her mouth. lucy was overwhelmed with lust again, she got down on her hands and knees and instructed the men to take it turns fucking her in which ever hole they pleased, then lucy instruted the women to lay back on the small table infront of her so she could eat thier pussies, any women that could was also told to spray in her face. lucy felt the fist mans cock ram into her asshole as he started fucking her hard right in front of lucys face was a wet pink cunt just waiting to be eaten, lucy pushed her face hard against it and licked away, for the next four hours lucy was fucked almost none stop, she felt like a dirty used whore and she loved it, each man would pull out and another would take his place while the first got one of the women or himself to finish him off into the punch bowl, while lucy was getting banged from behind she was franticly licking pussies, evry so often a few of the women would rub thier clit until they sprayed thier cunt juice into lucys face, lucy swallowed all she could her hair and face were soaked and a huge puddle had formed on the floor under her, lucy occasionaly lowered her head to the floor and slurpped at the puddle of cunt juice, lucy came over and over again, by the third hour she was so exhausted she could no longer stay up on her hands and knees, she dropped on to her back and lifted her legs so the men could continue pounding away on her pussy and asshole while the women would squat over her face rubbing thier clits and cumming on her face and tits, lucy was almost catatonic by the end of the fourth hour of continual sex she had cum more times then she could rthemthember her voice was sore from all the screaming orgasms, her pussy and asshole were sore too she knew she only had one left in her, she instructed the man with the biggest cock to fuck her one more time as hard as possible, the man positioned himself then pushed his cock inside lucys cunt, and began to fuck her harder and faster then anyone had all night, lucy moan and wailed with sheer pleasure the man banged his cock in and out of lucy so hard that she was knocked forward across the floor a little bit with every pump, lucy felt her orgasm building and felt the man speeding up as he was about to cum too, lucy screamed at him to cum inside her, the man pushed hard and stiffened as he fired his load into lucys pulsing vagina. fire works were going off in lucys head as she came harder then ever before, her arms and legs turned to jelly and her body spasmed uncontrolably, with her last ounce of strength lucy lifted her head and dunked it into the punch bowl submerging her head, lucy opened her mouth and began drinking as much of the jizz cocktail as she could, she pulled her head back out took a breath then back in again constantly drinking the jizz, when there was only a little left lucy rolled back onto her back, picked up the bowl and poured the rthemainder onto her face and body, lucy threw the punch bowl to one side as her twenty guests surrounded her, they had all been told what to do lucy sat up and the men all sat around her the men all touched and rubbed her cum soaked body kissing her, getting another thrill from seeing men licking her cum covered body lucy pushed the mens heads down onto her stomach and tits and cunt, the women all stood round the men with lucy in the middle and began to piss all over them , when they were done they swapped places with the men who then pissed all over the women and lucy before joining them back on the floor for one last final cum and piss soaked orgy with lucy in the middle catching sprays of jizz and love juice, watching the fucking going on around her. finaly they all layed in one wet sticky heap completly drain of energy and bodily fluids. after what seemed like forever they got up and cleaned the room before showering in groups, afterwhich they all left, lucy barley had the strength to walk back to her room, she fell onto her bed almost unconsious, “back to work tomorrow…..i could use a few days off to get over that.” she thought smiling.

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for some reason it didn’t post it all…sorry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5

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

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

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

Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47

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

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

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

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

I enjoyed my partner’s kiss.

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

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

No-one.

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

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

Beep! Beep! Beep!

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

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

“What a wonderful idea,” she purred.

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

She beckoned, “Come get me, sexy!”

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

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

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

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

“Lots of practice!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, Emine?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

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

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

“I love you, Emine,” she purred.

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a general nod.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good,” 23 said, and we strode in.

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

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

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

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

“Strip,” I ordered.

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

“Everything!”

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

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

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

“Okay,” she whispered.

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

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

“A cavity search, balim.”

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

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

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

“Not yet, balim.”

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

“Sorry, I have to do a thorough job.”

I shoved my finger up her ass.

“Ah!” she gasped

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

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

“Uh,” she moaned. “Uh, yes!”

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

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

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

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

“Strip.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, my Goddess,” quivered the girl.

“What’s your name, dear?”

“Jane Yoshimori.”

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

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

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

“Thank you!” she squeaked.

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

“I-I would like that, my Goddess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, ma’am,” I smiled.

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

Jane blushed and fidgeted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Screams.

Gunfire.

Crying.

Crystals shattering.

Shouts.

Booted feet.

An explosion.

Automatic gunfire.

“Tsariy!”

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

“What happened?” I gasped.

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

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

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

She shook her head, pain in her eyes.

My world ended. I staggered and collapsed.

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

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

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

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Impulse

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

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