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“Terri? Can you do me a favor?” asked Vince McMahon. The two were backstage at the arena where RAW was going to start in a couple of hours.

“What kind of favor?” asked Terri, pulling down her low cut shirt, hopeful that it might be sex. She looked beautiful as always, wearing her hooker like clothes. Terri was one of Vince’s favorite girls. A while ago, she and Vince had a fling, along with Trish, his daughter Stephanie, Hunter and Shane. They were all there in the wild and hot fuckfest. Terri often thought of that when she was pleasuring herself. That and the time when she introduce Chyna to a whole new view of sex that Chyna had never experienced before. Those were some good times.

“You know how the Alliance got out of business and all and you also know who Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson? Well they need a little more training so I was wondering if you could teach them a thing or two,” said Vince.

“Me? Out of all people, why me?” asked Terri.

“Well I figured you were bored and needed something else to do.” Vince stepped closer to her. “And if you do a good job, I’ll give you a reward for a job well done.” He pinched her hard nipples through the thin fabric. Terri moaned softly.

“I’ll do it.”

She gave him a kiss on the lips and went off. First stop was her locker room, to get her things. Then she went into a special WWF training center they had in the arena where WWF superstars could get warmed up before their matches. Luckily the only two people there was Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler.

Stacy was a tall blonde, wearing boots up to her knees. Her ass stuck out from her body and had nice long legs. Torrie, however, was shorter and had bigger breasts than Stacy. She had wavy blonde hair while Stacy’s was short and straight. Terri’s clit was getting wet at the very sight of the two ladies.

“Hi Terri!” cried Torrie cheerfully.

“Hey, you guys,” said Terri. She set down her things and stared at the two. “Well you guys ready for some training?”

“Definitely, I’m tired of standing outside of the ring,” said Stacy.

The training started. Terri began showing them moves that she had learned. Torrie and Stacy tried to copy the moves but they couldn’t. They fell flat on the mat. Despite the fact that Torrie and Stacy couldn’t wrestle, Terri enjoyed the way their breasts bounced up and down as the two divas tried the moves. But Terri was frustrated, they didn’t know anything and Terri really wanted the reward. The 3 leaned against the wall, tired.

“I’m not trying to be mean or anything. But don’t you guys know anything?”

Torrie gave Stacy a look, then at Terri. “Oh we know some moves.” She began stripping off her clothes. Stacy followed. Terri sat straight up, her panties were soaking wet at the sight of the nude bodies.

“Do you want to know some new moves?” asked Stacy. Terri nodded.

Torrie and Stacy began making out on the map, rolling around. Stacy pulled away, sucking on Torrie’s nipples. Torrie moaned. “Go down.”

Stacy saw an invitation in. She whipped her tongue onto the wet clit. She pumped in 3 fingers while licking the clit. Torrie gasped short breaths. She clutched her breasts as Stacy went to work on her pussy.

“Oh Stacy! I’m going to cum!” Torrie was in an orgasm. Terri was in an orgasm herself. She was watching the two divas as she fingered herself.

Torrie and Stacy looked over at Terri. They walked towards her, stripping off her clothes. Terri was getting hornier. Terri laid on her stomach. Torrie went under her, licking her pussy. Stacy sat on Torrie’s stomach and fingered Terri’s anus.

Terri moaned softly, her moans turning into screams. Both Torrie and Stacy were fisting her, something Terri had never felt before. “Oh god yes! More more!” yelled Terri. As she opened her mouth to scream some more, a warm big cock entered her mouth. She looked up and saw Jeff Hardy. She smiled and greedily sucked on the cock.

Stacy felt a bigger cock enter her ass. She screamed as pain shot through her back. It was Matt Hardy. He pumped his hips against her ass cheeks.

Torrie was laying on the floor, fingering Terri’s clit. Then the biggest cock in the training room entered Torrie’s small cunt. She screamed loudly. The cock went slowly in and out, soon gaining momentum. Torrie peeked from under and saw Test.

They soon collasped on top of each other. Stacy stood up. “Jeff, lie down on the foor. Terri, let the cock go into your ass.” The two did what they were told, Terri began to pump herself up and down. Jeff let out a small moan.

“Matt, fuck her pussy.” Matt stroked his cock and entered it in. “Test, let her suck your cock.”

Terri loved the triple penetration. She wondered Torrie and Stacy were going to do. As if reading her thoughts, the two went on opposite sides and began sucking on her nipples. Terri screamed as Stacy bit her nipple.

Jeff reached his hands on Stacy’s and Torrie’s asses and began fingering them. The two former Alliance members moaned.

Terri was reaching her orgasm. She could feel herself about to cum. Test suddenly bellowed, “Oh shit! I’m going to cum!” He took his cock away from the greedy mouth and jerked his cock. Cum splattered all over Terri, Torrie and Stacy. Torrie turned her attention away from Terri’s breasts and began sucking on the cock.

Jeff let out moan, indicating that he was cumming also. Terri felt a huge load shoot from the cock and all inside her ass. Jeff pulled away as his cum dripped out from her ass.

Terri yelled,” I’m cumming too!” She was in an orgasm and came all over the cock.

Matt pulled it out and came all over Terri. The 3 men were now fucking the 2 ladies. Terri smiled. She couldn’t wait to show Vince what she had taught them.

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The next day, after the hot sex Terri had, she rounded up the girls. She found them both in a hotel room, sleeping and nude. Their hot bodies were covered with cum. She smiled at them. Maybe I should have a little fun with them before I show them off to Vince she thought.

Terri playfully jumped on the bed and wondered which to start with. She stripped off her clothes and began to lick Stacy’s cunt. Terri was not able to control her own juices so they began spurting out on Torrie’s leg. Terri inserted her tongue in the hole, while fingering herself.

In her sleep, Stacy smiled and let out a moan. She put her hands on her breasts, but still asleep. Terri got her to cum and moved onto Torrie.

Terri gently and slowly got on top of her. She spread her ass cheeks and licked around the whole. She then put 4 fingers in, pumping it slowly. Torrie woke up and found Terri. She moaned softly. “Oh Terri, please fist me…oh please.”

Terri did what she was told. She inserted her thumb and fisted her. Torrie jerked her head and screamed. “Oh god Terri! Yes!” Her clit began to spurt out juices on the bed. By the loud scream, Stacy woke up and saw Torrie getting fisted by Terri. She smiled and got into a 69 with Torrie. “Eat me!” cried Stacy as she licked Torrie’s shaved clit.

Terri watched the two girls in the hot 69 and came. She pulled her fist away. “Ok, girls. We have to go to Mr. McMahon’s office and show him what we learned.” The two girls knew what she was talking about and quickly got dressed.

They reached Vince’s office. Terri politely knocked. “Come on in!”

They entered the room and found Vince working at his desk. He stood up quickly. Terri noticed a bulge around the crotch area. “Hey Vince. We worked real hard yesterday and we want to show you what we learned,” said Terri.

Vince gulped and smiled. “Well show me.” To his surprise, they began stripping down til they were in their birthday suits. “Hey! Hey! What the hell is this?”

Terri smiled and winked. “You’ll see.” Torrie and Stacy began to get into a 69, licking each other’s pussies. Vince looked in shock and excitement. Terri went over to Vince and sat him down on the chair. “So what’s my reward?”

“We-ell, I was gonna give it to you later tonight but here.” Vince unzipped his pants, revealing a wrinkly but big cock. Terri gasped at the sight and began to suck on the rod. He moaned, the cock reached all the way down her throat. She massaged his balls. He quivered, enjoying his cock in her mouth.

Terri pulled away. “Hey I didn’t cum yet!” whined Vince. Terri said nothing and laid on the desk. She spread her vaginal lips.

“Vince, fuck my pussy,” she whispered. Vince smiled and thrusted the cock in hard. Terri screamed in pain, then in delight. He gained momentum and pumped the cock. Terri pinched her nipples. They became rockhard. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming Vince!”

Vince pulled away and licked up all the cum that came pouring out. Terri wasn’t through. She pushed him on the desk. “Oh Terri, oh yeah.” She got the cock in her ass. She moaned and shivered.

Terri pumped herself up and down, the cock almost disappearing into her ass. The door flung open and Matt and Jeff came in. They wallked over to Torrie and Stacy. Matt began to fuck Torrie doggystyle. Stacy began giving Jeff a blowjob.

After a few hours of different positions for Terri, Vince yelled,” I’m going cum!” He shot his load in her mouth. She greedily swallowed the cum.

Jeff jerked his head. “I’m gonna blow!” Cum shot inside the walls of Stacy’s pussy. Matt shot his load in Torrie’s ass.

Vince sucked on Terri’s nipples lazily. “You taught them well, Terri.” Terri smiled and began to suck on Vince’s cock again.

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Brooke’s new captors have fun with her, and a surprise guest….

Brooke’s Tale part D
(Synopsis : Brooke, an ordinary college girl with a hidden submissive side, is enslaved and raped when she goes to a party. {part A}. her hidden desires eventually lead to her making love to her roommate Carla before her mistress tina walks in on them and uses them for her pleasure. {part B}. However, tina is removed from the picture in a twist, but the gas station guy’s friend comes calling, raping her and taking her on the worst road trip of her life {part C}….read on……)

Goth girl and her bf got down, pulling me out of the car before marko got down. I fell to my knees, staring at goth’s smooth and sexy legs, as the pain in my mammaries temporarily subsided. I saw one leather clad foot rise to my chin, until her toes were level with my face. It smelled of grease, but I took the fingers in my mouth, licking them and sucking as marko and her bf laughed. Inspite of my care, she seemed bent on humiliating me more. I got a sharp kick in the boobs, and fell backwards, my knees howling at the sudden motion. Once down, I saw the three converge on me with evil smiles on their faces. Goth again raised her heeled leg, this time over my stomach and pushed down with a force that made me yell out. Considering that we were in the open, I was surprised when no one came to check us out.
Goth used my scream to stuff a ball gag into my mouth, laughing as I struggled to adjust. Marko meanwhile moved to my right, and lit a cigarette, prodding me with his foot like a dog. I found my hands immobilized by their toes, goth’s heels cutting off the blood supply to my wrist. just as I was getting used to the pain in my hand, I felt a sharp pain between my legs – marko had taken off his belt and started whipping me on my cunt. I howled into the sky but no sound came out, making the trio laugh even more.
Marko kept up the lashes, making me feel like I would pass out from the pain. I felt a stocking clad foot moveup my forehead and settle on my nose, overwhelming me by the smell. Goth’s bf found this funny, and took out his cell to click some pics of me with a foot on my face. Goth made sure I fully felt the humiliation, rubbing her foot all over my cheeks and nose. With it, she pushed the gag further into my mouth, until it hit the back of my cavity. From my low position, I saw goth take the cig and have a puff. She bent down and to my horror, placed it squarely on my nose. It felt like red hot coal, and I began to struggle. Goth responded by stomping on my face. Once she was satisfied with the burn, she threw away the cig, and rubbed her long nails over the wound, opening it more.
In my endless agony, I had failed to see the crowd which had gathered around us. Many were burly men, who were egging on my tormentors or clicking away. One had his hand in his shorts, a huge bulge sticking out of it. Goth and marko seemed to enjoy the attention , stepping up the speed. Goth posed for a bunch of geeks with her foot over my face. Marko gave the belt to a hunk who began to whip me like a horse, till I was sure I was bleeding in my vagina. Somebody handed goth a lipstick and she began to write on my breasts, reminding me of tina. More photos and laughter followed. I guess a few had hoped for a fuck ,and a part of me agreed. But the three had other ideas.
Pulling me up by my hair, they dragged me across the street, the crowd’s hoots following us. We entered a decrepit old building which smelled of stale garbage. The lights were low and the rooms unpainted and low. I saw drug addicts and prostitutes out of the corner of my eye, as I was dragged from one floor to another. We reached a low room which had one bulb and a bed. There were alcohol bottles lying around. Marko shut the door. I was pushed to my knees and the gag removed, and the smell of liquor grew stronger.
“bring her in” goth cried out.
From another door emerged the guy who had used a magnet on my tits. He was dragging a struggling woman. As they entered the light, I saw it to be his mother. She seemed to have got rid of the paint, and was struggling against the bonds which held her. The guy seemed to be expecting something, and goth nodded. She went out and came back with a naked girl crawling on all fours. I could see that the guy knew the girl, and the latter’s eyes widened. She pleaded with her eyes, but the guy only laughed.
“here’s your girlfriend. Use her well. “goth said, handing the leash to him. The girl fell at his feet, trying to get up. He nonchalantly dragged her out, using the leash to ensure she was half-dragged out.
Now we four were left. Goth returned to us, kicking the woman so that she fell on me, her face hitting mine. I instinctively kissed her, savouring the taste of woman.goth didn’t seem to like this. She pulled us apart by our hair, and put a gag similar to mine so that we stared mutely at each other. Goth now fished in her bag,and fished out a pair of scissors and approsched the woman as she glared at her captor
ii was getting hot thinking of the humiliations that awaited this snotty bitch. i wanted her punished good.

goth put down the scissors and knelt down beside the woman. she raised her hand gently caressing the mascara d cheeks. she giggled. reaching out, she pinched her nose, digging her long nails into the cartilage she giggled again. she ran her nails along the side of her face, occassionally digging in the sharp points to draw somr blood. soon the poor woman had red tricles running down her cheeks. goth backed off a metre and raised her hand again. this time she landed it on the womans lips, drawing blood. another landed on her nose, breaking the bridge for good. a series of slaps completed the show, reducing the woman to a crying bleeding heap.

goth now took the scissors and brought them close to the woman’s face. sensing her victim’s terror, she ran d blades along her cheeks, enjoying the fear in the woman’s eyes. goth grabbed a handful of her hair, and snipped off the well maintained locks. soon she had only a crop of hair left.

goth now lowered her hands and cupped the woman’s boobs through her blouse. i loved the way the cloth folded in her hands, raising the melons up. slowly, goth began to dig her nails in, mauling them. i expected goth to cut off the blouse. instead she carefully cut out the part over the breasts, careful to leave enough to button it up. i saw the satin bra stick out of the holes. goth ran a blade down the centre of each cup, and ripped the gash wide, exposing the tit in all glory. the woman looked obscene, her clothes cut open and her tits sticking out of the holes.

goth wasn’t so considerate on the long skirt, pulling it off roughly. the panties however were snipped at the right places.

seeing all this was making me hot. i wanted to jack off but was tied down. marko walked upto me and stripped off the little clothing i had on. i was dragged to where the woman was, and made to kiss her all over her face.

“don’t stop bitches” cried marko. her gag was taken off znd we began to kiss passionately. however, the fun didn’t last. soon, marko was raining blows with his belt on my back. with each hit, i was pushed into her face, and sucked in her saliva. soon i could tell that she was getting similarly whipped. they took turns, so that one of us was always being knocked off balance, but we dared not break the kiss. infact, with each strike, her boobs banged against mine, our nipples rubbing agaisnt each other. the sensations were overwhelming, and i was soon approaching orgasm. they shifted sides, and soon i felt kicks of a heeled leg landing on my ass. goth, however, didn’t recoil, holding me against the woman. our breasts mashed together, her nubs digging into mine. her lips sucked in mine, as our tongues entwined. i came, rocking against the foot so that the heel dug deeper into me. but i didn’t care. the thought of getting off on the snotty bitch drowned all else. as i came, i whispered in ber ear “slave bitch”. she kissed me in return.

goth now parted us. she asked the two guys to strip.once naked, goths bf (name jim) positioned me over his dick while he lay down on the bed. the woman was placed on the edge of the bed doggy style, with marko behind her. they pushed in together, pulling me down into him. from here, i had a great view of the woman’s sagging tits bouncing as she rode him. i had the guts to grab them and squeeze roughly. then i was pushed up, and she was sucking on my boobs. she was a mean bitch, biting me as she gobbled the tits. i positioned her with my hands, making sure she took in as much of tit as possible.

goth now shifted her from cowgirl to s kneeling postiton. i assumed marko now aimed for her ass, as she began to yelp in pain. her tits were now inches from mine, and i wrapped her in my arms, mashing our breasts agaisnt each other. she responded by biting my ears, sucki g the lobes.

again our lovemaking was cut short. goth parted us. she brought a length of rope and tightly bound her tits, till they began to turn blue. she then got more, and circled it round the base of the tit, where it was most meaty. she then tightened it like a noose, till my boob looked like a ballon attached to my chest by the rope. the pain was severe, adding to the rough fucking jim was giving me. the other tit followed. goth now took out a case of pins, and began to push them in. the first felt like an injection on my blueish tit. the second felt more as she dug it in. she began to approach the areolae , and soon i was howling in pain from the pricks. as my pain grew, so did the pleasure, my warped mind mixing the two to make me cum.

i turned to look at jim. he had his hands on my ass, and was using my cheeks as handles to bounce me. he seemed to be nearing orgasm. but my focus was brought back to my tits by a tremendous pain. i saw goth push a thick needle into my left breast, like planting a post. my booby was caving in, until the skin ruptured. but she kept on. i felt like a knife was slicing my breast.incredibly. the needle kept going in, the thick knob at the end inching closer to the surface. goth held my tit firm as it sunk in. i could feel it moving inside, wasting my gland remorselessly as it moved towafds the end. finally, with a thwuck, it emerged from the other side. due to the rope, no blood came out, but i could tell that it had ripped through my tender flesh.

leaving the needle to bounce with each thrust, embedded in my tit, she turned to the woman. i watched as her heavy tit was similarly pierced. once done, goth brought more rope and tied one end to the hole on the knob of my needle, the other end to hers. so attached, she pulled her away till our tits were stretched. the pain was unbearable, but i made no effort to remove it. instead i pushed deep onto the pole and came, this time joined by jim. i felt spurts of jizz hit my inner walls as i coated cock with cunt cream.

goth made us get off our lovers, and pushed us to our knees. i was given a top cut out like the woman’s and a short tight skirt. “they belonged to her sons girl” jim told me slyly, implying that she had been similarly broken. goth now attached collars to our throats, and chains to the collars. a longer rope bound the woman’s tit needle to mine, such that we could walk side by side only if our breasts were under max stress. she worsened matters by walking between us, the rope behind her.

so arrayed, we walked out into the sun, people turning to stare at us as goth waved at them. a new phase of my slavery had begun……

(may be continued)…….

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to

run into her walking across campus. My roommate stopped her and

introduced me.

“How do you do,” said Ms. Michaels. She looked friendly enough and

paid attention to me, but there was something that made me uneasy

about her.

That was the only time I saw her until I signed up for her class. I

really didn’t need the class: I only needed one psych course for my

degree and I had already taken the introductory course. But Cindy

told me I ought to take another and told me that Ms. Michaels’s

course was the one to take. She finally convinced me to take it as an

elective. I did think it was a little strange that Cindy was so

vociferous about me specifically taking Ms. Michaels’s course.

Well Ms. Michaels turned out to be a fascinating teacher and she was

really nice to us too–always stopping to talk with any of us she ran

across. I stopped in her office one day to pick up an assignment and

we ended up chatting for an hour. I wished all my professors were

as easy to get along with as she was.

Well one day after class I stopped to talk to her… I guess I just felt

like talking, and we chatted for a bit and then she invited me out to

eat with her! I accepted readily and we ended up at a bar, eating

some appetizers.

We talked and talked that evening, and somehow we ended up talking

about men and dating. And then we were talking about sex. I had had

a couple of drinks and I guess I talked to her about intimate things

I’d never have told *anyone* any other time. But she was just so

easy to talk to.

“Well, have you *ever* felt an attraction to a female?” She was

asking me if I were bisexual? I didn’t remember how we had gotten

to this topic, but it didn’t seem out of place. I guess she interpreted

my pause as an answer. “Seriously,” she added.

“Well,” I answered.

“Oh, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she answered. She had guessed

my secret! “Some pretty coed, no doubt. Who has turned you on?”

“This is too embarrassing!”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s *good* for you to share it with *someone*.

You can trust me. Tell me who?”

“Well,” I paused again, “One of the cheerleaders–she’s a brunette.” I

had *never* told anyone this nor expected to. I *did* find myself

attracted to the cheerleader–I sometimes found myself thinking

about her at night, and when I’d see her, I’d actually feel a bit

excited.

“Do you *know* her?”

“Oh, no! I’ve… seen her at games.”

“So it’s just an attraction. It’s all right honey. Don’t be

embarrassed. It’s not at all uncommon for women.” She did talk me

into accepting that there was nothing horrible about a feeling or

two. But I hadn’t let on how much it affected me some of the time.

That was as far as our conversation went on that topic. I didn’t

think too much about it after that.

One afternoon after class on friday afternoon, Ms. Michaels stopped

me on the way out. “Come over to the lab for a minute,” she said. I

wondered what she wanted, but followed her over to another building

where the psychology labs were. We went through a couple of rooms,

turning on lights and finally came into a room where she stopped.

“Come here,” she said and I came over to where she was standing.

She took my arm, and in about a half second, I realized she had

handcuffed my wrist to a pipe!

“Ms. Michaels!” I said, too shocked to think straight.

“I’ve got something to show you,” she said. She picked up a blanket

from the other side of the floor, and there were three women, lying

on the floor, tied up and gagged!

“Ms. Michaels, what are you doing!” I began to shout for help.

“These rooms are soundproof,” said Ms. Michaels. “Don’t bother

yelling. Just listen to what I’m going to tell you!”

“What are you going to do?” I finally said, giving up on the yelling.

“I told you: listen!” I was finally silent. She had to be crazy. How

was I going to get out of here? What was going on? “I’m going to

give you your cheerleader.”

“My what?”

“Your cheerleader. The cheerleader you had the hots for. She’s going

to be yours.”

“Ms. Michaels, *please* let me go…”

“You’ve got to hear me out! I’ve got your cheerleader here.” She

pointed at the three women on the floor. “I got all the brunette ones

so one of these is the one you like. I’m going to make her want you.”

“Ms. Michaels, *please*!”

“You’re still not listening.” She sounded a little perturbed. “She’s

yours. She’ll do anything you want. I just want one thing in return.”

“*Please* let me go!” She came up and slapped my face! I looked at

her in alarm.

“I’m sorry I had to do that,” she said. “Please don’t lose control–

listen to me. She’ll do anything you want!” I was listening. “She’ll

want you badly.” She paused, but I didn’t say anything. “You don’t

believe me, do you. I can make her want you. I know how to do it.

She’ll beg you to let her make love to you and you can indulge

yourself or not at whim.”

“You’re crazy.” I finally said.

She paused. “You may be right, but what I’m saying is absolutely

true.” She paused again, but I didn’t speak up. I just stared at her. “I

can make her want you so badly she can’t control herself.”

“You hypnotize her?” Why was I talking with this madwoman?

“No, it’s much stronger and more permanent than hypnotism. I’ll

alter her mind permanently” There was another pause. Finally I

spoke.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’ll make her your permanent sex slave… if you make love to me.” I

stared at her in disbelief. I was never so scared in my life. “You

don’t believe I can do it, do you? You don’t believe I can make her

burn so hard for you that she can’t say no to you.” I didn’t answer.

“I’ll show you. Which one is her?” I didn’t answer, but she asked me

about each one, pointing to them and my face must have revealed

something because then she knew which one I had noticed.

I finally spoke up: “If you can do this, why didn’t you just do it to

me?”

“I’ve *done* that to girls. It’s gotten to be boring. I want a girl

who’ll make love to me voluntarily.”

“Never!”

“Please!? Don’t you find me attractive? Just agree to make love to

me, and I’ll give you your own little slave, forever.”

“You’re crazy!”

“There you go again. You don’t believe me? I’ll demonstrate with one

of the other girls just to show you.” What was I going to do? She

wasn’t stopping! She pulled one of the girls up, untied her legs and

picked up some papers and walked out of the room, dragging her. The

girl was still gagged with her hands tied.

They were gone for a few minutes, but not long–maybe five minutes

tops. Then she was dragging the girl back in. She took off the girl’s

gag and hands. The girl looked at me and immediately rushed over to

me. She was on her knees at my feet and started talking, fast.

“*Please* let me lick you. *Please! I want you so badly! Please!*” I

looked down at her in disbelief. She started holding my shoe and

kissing it. She started taking my shoe off!

“Stop,” I said in a little panic.

“Please,” she said looking up at me, piteously. “I’ll… undress for

you.” She was taking off her clothes. “Please just let me *touch*

you?” I stared. It appeared that Ms. Michaels knew what she was

doing! The girl was undressed in seconds and kneeling at my feet.

“What did you do to her?” I finally asked.

“Oh, a little highly-charged behavioristic training. I showed her a

picture of you and whispered things in her ear, all the while,

judiciously applying shocks to her through electric probes and

fingering her to orgasm at the right times. It’s all a matter of

guiding her thoughts and stimulating her pain and pleasure centers

as she approaches the right thoughts. It’s surprisingly quick! Now

she doesn’t want to do *anything* that you don’t want her to do.”

“Please get her away from me!”

“You’ll have to tell her yourself! You’re the only one she’ll listen to.”

I told her to take her clothes and go get dressed.

“I’ll show you another one,” said Ms. Michaels. She pulled up the

other girl who wasn’t the one I’d mentioned and untied her legs and

ungagged her. The girl was strangely quiet and allowed herself to be

drawn. Ms. Michaels came back in a few seconds. “Here, I’ll show

you how I do it,” and she unlocked me from the pipe and locked me to

her own wrist. I went into the other room with her. The girl was

strapped to a seat with some machinery around it. Ms. Michaels

handcuffed me to another pipe and went back to her. “It’s really very

easy with the right tools,” she said. She took a hypodermic and

injected the girl with something. “Just a little something to

increase her *learning potential*” She pulled down the girl’s

panties and started fingering her vagina and her breasts. She held a

picture of me in front of the girl’s face. I heard Ms. Michaels saying

“You *love* her” over and over. The girl was coming! Then I heard

her say, “do you hate her? Do you disobey her?” and the girl

screamed! I noticed that Ms. Michaels had pressed a foot pedal and

the girl didn’t stop until she let her foot up. Then she went back to

fingering her and saying “you love her.” The girl was coming again.

She went back and forth, talking to the girl and alternating between

fingering her to orgasm and pressing the peddle.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and unstrapped the girl. The

girl looked at me and I saw the expression on her face change. She

ran to me and then stopped, looking at me for a second. She

whispered “Please let me make love to you.” She looked so

*serious*! Ms. Michaels undid my handcuff and pulled me back into

the other room and fastened me again. The girl followed and then

got on her knees. “Please? I’ll lick you. Please? I’ll do my best!”

“You’d better tell her to be quiet,” said Ms. Michaels. I did it and told

her to go sit next to the other girl. I stared at Ms. Michaels. “Yes, I

really can do it.” I began to think of that other cheerleader begging

me. “I want to *share* this with someone,” added Ms. Michaels, “I’ve

*had* lots of girls who had no choice. You’d be *shocked* at some of

the people who obey my every whim.”

That lovely, litle cheerleader! Begging *me*!

“You don’t know how *long* I’ve waited for this! I saw you when you

just came here. You were just what I needed. You would be

*shocked* at everything I’ve done to get you here today.” She

actually looked pitiful.

“Please? Am I so bad to look at?” asked Ms. Michaels. Actually, she

is quite attractive. “It wouldn’t be so bad indulging me? For what I

can give you?” She pointed back at the cheerleader who was still

tied up. The girl could belong to me! Ms. Michaels went over and

untied her legs and stood her up. She seemed to think she was going

to convince me. She untied the girl’s gag.

“*Please* don’t do that to me!” the girl said. She was whining like a

baby. “I want to keep my *own* mind! Please!?”

“Isn’t she irresistible?” said Ms. Michaels. I just stared at the girl,

transfixed.

“Please let me keep my mind! Please?” the girl continued. “I’ll… I’ll

do what you want! You don’t *have* to do it to me! Please?”

“You’ll what?” asked Ms. Michaels who seemed a little amused.

“I’ll… lick her. I’ll lick her as much as she wants.”

“What if she wants to whip you?” asked Ms. Michaels. The girl was

silent with a stunned expression on her face. Ms. Michaels started

pulling her toward the door to the other room. I just stared.

“OK! She can whip me if she wants! Just *please* don’t alter my

mind like that!”

“Looks like you’ve got a choice,” said Ms. Michaels with a slight

smile. “Let me lick you and you can have her either way you wish!

*Please* let me lick you!” I was surprised a sudden desperation in

Ms. Michaels voice. I still stared.

“Please!” said Ms. Michaels. The girl looked confused as if she didn’t

know what to do. She could be mine. If I just let Ms. Michaels…

“OK, on one condition,” I said quietly. Ms. Michaels looked at me,

silently.

“Let me alter *your* mind,” I said to Ms. Michaels. She still looked

at me, but her mouth opened in surprise. I went on: “I want you like

*them*.” I pointed at the other girls. “I’ll let you lick me if we fix

it so you *really* want to.”

“No!” said Ms. Michaels. The cheerleader just stared at the two of us.

“I’ll let you lick me,” I repeated. I waited, looking at her. I think I

smiled a little.

Her voice was a whisper: “OK.”

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Everything’s gone to Hell! All my minions have been taken by my father who has the same mysterious power to dominate people as I do.

“Fuck! What have I done!” I groaned out my distress, seeing Sasha’s car disappearing down the road from the upstairs bedroom window.

“Me, and you were amazing last night,” Samantha teased as she stretched her almost nude lingerie clad body across her comfy queen-sized bed. Her small pert round breasts swelled as she arched her back and I made myself look away from her to glance over to Jackie who had just burst in with the news of Sasha’s departure, but was in just as much trouble there as well.

“Then I call dibs,” the feisty young girl cheered throwing off her oversized sleep shirt to reveal her still only budding young naked body to me.

“No, no, no!” I growled and looked down around the floor, searching for my pants, then remembered they were still in the bathroom with the rest of my clothes from the shower I took last night. “Shit,” I growled with embarrassment at my sudden morning hard-on, then angrily stormed off to the bathroom announcing, “I’m swearing off sex!”

“What? You can’t be serious!” I heard Jackie caterwaul behind me, but I was in no mood to argue with her. Everything I’d said, almost convincing Sasha that she had seen the worst of me, came back to bite me and I realized she was right to leave. I’d just raped another woman with my power. Sure, she came onto me, and in any sane world anyone would see that I’d be the one seduced. Based on last night’s events that was technically true, but because she had been dosed with a taste of my blood she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by an almost magical hormonal attraction to do anything it took to please me. We both knew from brutal experience that my power had forced her to do whatever she thought might do that best, and she damn sure had with every inch of her wonderfully supple and athletic body.

“Fuck!” I again growled at myself as I sat down on the toilet and carefully pushed my prick down to piss my stupid morning wood away. “Where would Sasha go?” I wondered aloud to myself. “Think, think, think. Who would she talk to?” I didn’t want to stop her, but was worried about keeping her safe. She was just as on the run from my father as I was, and who knew how far his ability to find us went. The only people I was sure weren’t converted into minions by my megalomaniac father were these three girls, and while Sasha was clearly cured from being controlled anymore by having my blood injected into hers, I was pretty sure she was safe from falling under the sway of my father, but that didn’t protect her from being recaptured or killed.

After another quick shower, more just a rinse off the intoxicating smell of Sam’s perfume that covered me, I dressed and walked out to find the two women sixty-nining on the bed. Sam was straddling Jackie’s face and came up from her spindly spread legs to look at me, the young girl’s juices indecently glistening on her lips. “Come on baby. I got her tight little pussy all wet for you.”

“Nope!” I shouted, cursing my desires to join in their depraved fun as they asked. Instead I focused my gaze at the door and walked right out, heading for the stairs and longing for this to simply be a bad dream.

“Russell!” Jackie howled and must have wiggled out from under the other woman to chase after me. “How about I show you how much better I’ve gotten at giving blowjobs. Jake says I’ve gotten really good.” While I’m sure her words were meant to please me, and would have before now, it did just the opposite. Remembering how I’d abused her crush on me, not to mention my best friend’s trust by using my power to order his own mother to start giving his younger sister lessons on proper fellatio technique. Now it all just made me sick to my stomach thinking about it. Sasha was right to hate me; I was a monster. I kept walking and figured I’d head to the kitchen for something to eat, trying to figure out my next step now that the only other sane person I knew had left me..

“Jackie, he’s probably tired from the workout I gave him last night. But I bet he’ll be back to join us for another pole dance later,” Sam called to her student. “Why don’t you get back here and show me how well your practiced mouth can work a vulva.”

“What’s a vulva?” Jackie asked with naive curiosity. I hurried down the stairs, not wanting to hear any more lest I lose my nerve and succumb to their devilish sexual appeal.

“Fuck me,” I muttered to myself, trying desperately to get the image of those two sixty-nining out of my head, but mostly failing as I got hard in my pants while pouring myself a bowl of cereal. I munched away and walked out to Sam’s living room. Maybe some TV could distract my body’s sex addiction with something, anything, but even over the mundane talk shows and crunching on cereal I kept hearing playful shouts and squeals from upstairs. I knew they were deliberately making it difficult to resist their sex antics, but somehow I still had for close to a half an hour.

“Yes! Lick me right like that !” I heard Samantha shout out, and I was sure she was amping it up just to try and tempt me back up into joining them. I considered ordering them to stop, but even that would be using my power. Heck, even just sitting here in Sam’s home wouldn’t be possible were it not for my unnatural sway over her, but at this point what choice did I have? I was hip deep in a confused mix of self hatred, arousal, frustration, and depression when I heard a car door shut out in front of the house. In terror I ran to the window and peeked past the drapes, seeing Sasha almost miraculously returning from wherever she’d gone. She carried a white plastic bag I noted, then quickly I ran to the door to open it for her.

“Here’s the deal,” she declared in a disgusted tone, then pushing past me, clearly still angry. “You are going to cure them,” she pulled out a medical testing kit of some kind and ripped it open to pull out the fresh needle. “Then we can figure out how to do everyone else.”

“Okay,” I sighed and held out my arm to her. She wasn’t as gentle or as practiced a nurse as my mother, so when she poked me I couldn’t help but cry out.

“Baby,” she teased, but I gritted my teeth and let her pull out my blood, starting to quickly fill the syringe.

“You only need a little to work,” I told her, but she didn’t really listen and filled it half way up, maybe to spite me, maybe just to be sure I wasn’t lying. I didn’t know, but I also didn’t argue. She was the only one I couldn’t control, so for some reason that made me trust her more. She had seen firsthand how evil I was and here she was, yet still willing to help, though that may have been out of self-interest. She had come back when she could have just taken off, driven away to anywhere, but I’d dosed her whole family, so really where else could she go.. Right now she was seriously the only person I could actually trust to do what was right since I clearly couldn’t trust myself to do that.

I pinched my arm up as she extracted the needle, holding the hole she’d poked in me to stop it from bleeding. “Alright, let’s go,” she declared, holding the syringe up as if it were a weapon, and then walked up the stairs with determination. Though that quickly changed to embarrassment as we neared Samantha’s bedroom due to all her loud moaning. “What the fuck?” she growled angrily at me.

“They were trying to seduce me, but I refused and went downstairs,” I uselessly explained as we reached the top of the stairs. Approaching the open bedroom door we found them both naked with Jackie now on her belly, ass up in the air with her tight little hairless twat pointing right at us.

“Took you long enough,” Samantha moaned from the head of her bed while running her fingers through the tanned brown hair of her young lesbian lover’s head pressed into her crotch. “And you brought back your friend!” she cheered.

“Order them to both bend over the side of the bed,” Sasha herself ordered me, and I quickly relayed her instructions to them verbatim.

“Oh, are you going to spank us for being naughty without you?” Samantha laughed as she moved next to Jackie as I’d instructed.

“No bitch,” Sasha growled as she stuck the needle in her ass with more than a bit of rage. The older woman cried out as she was injected with about half of the blood Sasha had taken out of me. “I’m waking you the fuck up.”

“Ow!” she shouted, but then I could almost see the change in her face as if she were truly waking up from a bad dream.

“Hold still, Jackie,” I interrupted and placed one hand on the young girl’s back to prevent her from bolting since Sam had howled out in pain. She tensed up a bit as Sasha moved over to her, but at least she was gentler with the needle than she had been with her teacher. She jerked slightly as it sharply poked it into her own small bony rump, but a moment later the syringe was empty and pulled out and dropped onto the dresser. She looked pained, then confused at first, but didn’t really react much. Maybe she just didn’t understand the gravity of how badly I’d abused her..

“There,” Sasha said folding her arms, very satisfied with herself for what she’d done, looking down at the other two naked women. “Now tell me, how do you two feel.”

Samantha spoke up first, “Confused. What did you just shoot me up with?” She placed one hand on her temple, trying to dismiss the strange disorientation as her mind cleared off my sway. Sasha has been strapped down and gagged when she’d been injected, and never had been swayed by me in the first place, so this was really my first time seeing the effect of being cured as it happened.

“It’s his blood,” she explained with me being too ashamed and interested in their reactions to speak. I looked back at Jackie, who just blankly stared back, apparently just wondering what was going on. I tried giving her a weak smile, not knowing if I was actually making it worse for her after what I’d done. “If you ingest it or his stank you become his mind-controlled bimbo. But inject it into your blood and you become immune, like me.”

“Oh,” was all she said at first, trying to come to grips with the reality of it all. It was crazy, for sure, but having it all laid out, especially given what had happened last night, had to make the case that this was actually real. “So when Jackie… Last night…” she muttered putting it together when Jackie had dug her fingers into the cut on my arm and practically force fed my blood to her mouth.

Finally Sasha put her hand on Jackie’s other shoulder, making her jump at first, the young girl turned to look up at her, “Are you okay?”

Jackie just nodded, still a vacant look in her eyes that was hard to read exactly how she felt. “I guess we are getting dressed now?” she asked, and then Sasha grabbed her shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor and handed it to her. Out of respect I turned away while they both began to dress.

“So you’re both cured now,” Sasha sighed confidently. “So now how can we do that to everyone in town?”

“Are we?” Samantha then asked, confusing us all. “Cured I mean?”

“What are you talking about?” Sasha turned on her angrily.

“I…” Samantha started and stopped, thinking for another moment before continuing. “I still feel…”

“You still want to fuck him?” Sasha almost shouted at the older woman who just shyly nodded. “Fucking Christ!” she screamed at no one until she whirled on me. “What else did you do to me? I thought this was supposed to fucking cure them?”

“I think it did,” I said contemplating Samantha’s words and remembering something my mother said back when she first talked about my father. “After Mom became pregnant with me she was cured because of my blood inside her, but she still loved my father, even though he was totally evil. She said it wasn’t mind control exactly, more like she couldn’t believe she ever wanted to do those things with him, but she…”

“So they will always be your fuck-zombies?” she shouted at me, as if it was my fault. Well, more than I felt it was at least.

“I’m no fuck-zombie for him,” Samantha spoke up defiantly, then softened her tone as she looked back at me with a sly smile. “Though he was really good in the sack…”

“Well this is just fucking great,” Sasha grumbled and started to walk to the door.

I had to do something, and honestly I couldn’t think of any other way to prove one way or the other that Sam was in fact cured. “Sam, get on your knees and suck my cock right now, bitch!” I ordered angrily while pulling my limp dick free of my pants.

“Ummm…” she looked at me like I was crazy.

“You fucking pig!” Sasha whirled around on me, raising one fist as if to punch me.

“Look at her!” I angrily shouted back, pointing accusingly at Samantha.

Sasha was so surprised by my suddenly aggressive reaction that she did, but then a moment later she dropped her fist. We all looked at Samantha who just looked back at all of us, quite confused.

“What?” the half-naked older woman demanded.

“Don’t you want to suck his dick?” Sasha asked unsure of what was going on.

“Well…” Samantha looked concerned being put on the spot like this. “Not if he’s going to be a jerk about it… in front of everyone,” she excused her hesitant reaction.

“See. She is cured,” I explained tucking my cock back in my pants and buttoning them up. “She will still have residual urges and feelings, rationalizing her previous desire to please me, but she won’t outright obey orders mindlessly. The grip of my power is gone and only the memory of the happiness of it remains.”

“Happiness… pfft!” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s better than being a brainless bimbo,” she shrugged and walked out the door and headed back downstairs.

“I’m not brainless!” Sam scowled, but I ignored her and followed Sasha. All the way to the kitchen she didn’t speak to me, just started making herself some breakfast for herself, and I didn’t press her. A few moments later Samantha joined us, now properly dressed in a shirt and jeans.

“Jackie is taking a shower,” she informed us as she joined us.

“We have to cure everyone,” Sasha announced and both Samantha and I nodded in agreement. “Now how are we going to do it?” she asked and I honestly had no clue how we were going to do that.

We spoke, Sasha, Samantha, and I for nearly an hour, bantering around ideas from dart guns to fake nurses, all revolving around the idea of injecting doses of my blood into as many of the people as possible that my dad and I had infected when Jackie finally came downstairs to have some breakfast herself.

“Yeah, I’m quite hungry too,” Samantha agreed and then began cooking up some scrambled eggs and toast for us all while Sasha kept the brainstorming session going.

“The biggest target is your fucked up father,” she pondered. “Can he even be dosed?”

“No idea,” I sighed in frustration. That was one of the biggest challenges we’d likely face, as he had the same power as me, only decades more experience using it and a solid cadre of minions. And on top of that since he struck first, anyone who would know how to reach him would likely be under his control.

“At least he’s all the way in Arizona now so he can’t do much here,” Jackie muttered and we all looked at her in shock. “Oh, you didn’t know? I overheard as he left with your mom and sister, and figured you knew since you were there” she explained to me. I must have been unconscious at the time, since all that was news to me.

“So you know where in Arizona?” Sasha pressed, thankfully moving the conversation back to the important topic instead of the more disturbing one of my kidnapped family.

“Some kind of lab or something, somewhere,” Jackie almost whispered, obviously unsure and embarrassed at even having spoken at all. Everyone waited for more, for a moment, but Jackie apologized, “Sorry. That’s really all I know. He told me he wanted me to watch Russ and keep him locked up until he got back but…,” she held her breath, trembling. “But I… I couldn’t betray Russ like that.” I sighed with relief that she had stayed loyal, but what I couldn’t understand was how she had.

No one spoke for a moment, then Sam asked the big question. “So what now?”

No one answered.

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Tessa and I had been at the bar all night and had way too much to drink so they called us a taxi. After about thirty minutes and another drink later the taxi arrived and she and I piled into the back seat. “Where you two ladies headed?” “Home.” “Uhhh where exactly is that?” I laughed, “142nd and Broad Street.” “Gotcha.” As we sat in the back seat, Tessa had slid her hand over my thigh and winked at me. I had no idea what she was up to, but she was definitely up to something. We had a long drive ahead of us so I was sure I’d find out. Our driver pulled out into traffic and we were off.

Tessa loved to mess with people, well, more shock them really. And when she’s drunk, you can imagine that she gets a little wild. She leaned forward and asked the guy if he’d ever watched two women go at it. He told her no but would love to watch. “Now what man on earth wouldn’t?” I thought to myself. I knew exactly where she was taking this. I watched as he adjusted the review mirror done to see her and I sitting in the back seat. “So, uhhh, you going to show me?” “What do we get out of the deal?” She asked coyly. He went deep in thought, trying to figure out what he possibly had that we could want, and then the light bulb went off. “I’ll give ya yer fare for free.” Tessa looked at him, then turned back and winked at me. “You’re on man.” Tessa directed him to a little parking lot tucked away from the heavy traffic.

As he turned his head Tessa quickly snapped at him, “Keep your face the other way, watch us through that big mirror of yours.” He quickly turned around, not wanting to possibly lose his chance to watch two chics fuck. Tessa leaned towards me; I could feel her breath on my neck as she moved to kiss me. Her tongue slipped from between her full lips and licked mine. I could see the driver in the corner of my eye, he was already salivating. She continued to tease my mouth, leaning closer for a kiss, but just barely touching my lips. Tessa ran her hand up my thigh and underneath my dress. Her fingers wiggling against my skin as she worked her way up, pulling my dress up with her movements. She kissed me deeply and lifted my dress up revealing my thighs and pussy. I didn’t wear panties and she knew it, our driver however, was shocked. I could hear him moaning lightly as he watched Tessa’s hands.

She pulled my right thigh closer to her, spreading my legs further apart and moved her hands to the buttons of my dress. Her nimble fingers quickly had all the buttons undone and spread apart the sides of the dress. My tits were ready to pop out of my tight bra and with a flick of her wrist the front clasp came apart and out spilled my breasts. She immediately turned her attention to them and began to lick around my nipples, making sure to cover ever inch of my pink areolas. My nipples grew harder with every one of her passes, wanting to be touched, poking out further in hopes to feel her warm tongue against them.

She slowly sucked one into her mouth and I couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good! I tilted my head back and caught site of the driver. I could see his shoulder moving. He was stroking his cock! The thought of him enjoying watching us further excited me. I felt myself grow completely wet, my juices covered my pussy and moved down lubricating my ass. Tessa ran her fingertips down my body stopping at my blonde mound. She pressed her body to mine and slipped her fingers in between my wet lips. Another moan filled the taxi.

She let her fingers dance around my clit, again, never actually touching it. She was teasing me just as much as she was teasing him. I couldn’t stand any longer and wiggled my hips from side to side. That got a smile from her and she took the hint. She began long steady strokes along the full length of my clit. My body shuddered. I could feel my orgasm build behind my blonde curls, an intense heat. I never got off this quickly, and I remembered our friend in the front seat. My heart beat harder as I thought about it and my blood surged through my body. She plunged her middle finger deep inside my pussy. I gasped and jerked, but instantly enjoyed it. She continued to play with my engorged clit with her thumb, rolling over and around it causing shocks of pleasure to shoot like lightning bolts throughout my body.

I tried to rock my hips against her hands, but I couldn’t, between her body and the seat, I was pinned in place. I felt the beginning waves wash over me as my climax continued to build and I slipped my hand further up her thigh, gripping her soft flesh in my little hand as she brought me closer to cumming. Her finger plunged in and out of my tight hole, harder and harder I squeezed with each thrust. The windows were completely fogged over by now. My moans grew louder and louder, filling the taxi. I couldn’t hear the driver grunting over my own moaning. Then my orgasm over took me. My body shuddered, forcing the car to rock. I arched my back and squeezed my thighs tightly against her hand and arm as my climax intensified in strength.

I felt my slick fluids flow freely, coating her fingers and caused my ass to slip on the back seat. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, her fingers still working along my throbbing clit making ripple after ripple of pleasure shudder up my spine. She slowed down her finger dance once she was sure I was satisfied, turned to face the driver. She waved her fingers, still covered in my juices, under his nose. He whimpered as she brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Ok, now for your part of the bargain.” I started to get dressed again. “Uhhh where were you headed again?” We both laughed.

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What I thought was my only chance at love turned out to be a gateway to degradation…

Chapter 0: Love at first sight
“If I was her boyfriend, I would never get bored of her.”
It was just three years ago that this exact thought entered my mind. The reason for this thought was nothing but half a second of eye contact.

I had just started my second year of college. At the start of my first year I had promised myself to be a little more assertive and act with more self-confidence. In a way, this promise with myself had the result I desired. Or the result I thought I desired. I’m by no means unattractive, but also not good looking. Not good looking enough to breeze through life on looks alone, at the very least. But it suprised me what a little confidence can do. The very first night I went to a bar near campus in my first year, I woke up the next day with a pretty girl laying next to me. At the time, I couldn’t be more happy and excited for the rest of my college life.

And that night turned out to not be just a fluke. More often than not I would walk out of that bar with a girl locked into my arm. But unfortunately, it didn’t take long for that excited and happy feeling the first night gave me to dissipate. One-night stands and hook-up’s left me feeling empty, sometimes even during the act itself. The solution seemed simple: start a more meaningful relationship. But although this once again started out as a new and exciting experience, most of these relationships quickly ended because of my lack of effort. At some point, I just stopped caring for the person I was with and that empty feeling returned.

Still looking for an excuse to ignore a darker side of me, I blamed the girls I had been dating. They just weren’t right for me, they weren’t the one. I shouldn’t be trying to love a girl, a girl can only be the girl if I want nothing but to love her, be with her. I should fall in love with her the first time I look at her. Love at first sight.

Unfortunately, you can’t fall in love at first sight just because you want it to happen. The college was big enough to see new faces every day, but no girl I met during my first year of college was the girl.

But my second year had just begun, and it happened. Walking around campus with a friend was a stunningly beautiful girl. Beautiful enough for me to completely ignore the not in the least badlooking friend and instead focus on her. Long, straight dark brown hair reaching her lower back. Bright eyes with a undoubtely beautiful color I wasn’t able to determine from our current distance. A small physique overall, yet not small in every place. Not in the places where it really counts, you might say. The bright blue blouse she was wearing could not hide the pair of well developed breasts beneath it. But if hiding such features was the goal of her clothes, the tight black skirt under it failed even more miserable in hiding her voluptuous bottom. Although she was walking towards me, seeing her from the front was enough to see her hourglass figure.

While I was just standing there, staring in her direction, she and her friend walked closer to me. That’s when she noticed me and we had that quick moment of eye contact. A light tint of green, that’s the color.

Shortly after the girl had diverted her gaze from me, her friend also noticed my presence.
“Ah!” She quickened her pace-the beautiful girl walking behind her trying to match her increased walking speed- and approached me.
“Sorry to bother you” the girl began before she stopped in front of me, “but me and my friend here have just started attending classes here, and we were wondering where this building is.” She held out a map of the campus grounds in front of me which she just pulled from the back pocket of her jeans. She pointed at one of the smaller buildings on campus, one for smaller classes and lectures.
“Ah, I’m actually just heading in that direction,” I wasn’t, but I completely forgot where I was going. “so I could walk you girls there.”
“Really? Great!” The girl said with a big goofy grin on her face, while the receiving end of my love on first sight was still silently staring at the ground behind her friend.
“Alright, let’s go.” I said as I started walking in the right direction while regretting I’d have to lead the way and would not be able to admire the obviously shy girl from behind.

“I’m Caroline, by the way.” said the shy girl’s blonde friend as she tried to match my pace and walk besides me. “And my friend’s name is Alyssa.”
“Nice to meet the both of you.” Especially nice to meet Alyssa, though. “I’m Charles.”
“Oooh, can I call you Charlie?”
“Hmm… No.”
“Whaaat? Why not?” Caroline asked with a fake pout.
“Can I call you Amy?”
“What? That isn’t even my name.”
“Charlie isn’t mine either.”
Caroline sighed, and dropped the topic. I heard a soft giggle from behind us. I looked back, but Alyssa had already averted her gaze back to the ground.

“This is it.” I pointed my hand in the direction of the old small building in front of us.
“Thanks, Charlie.” She had been waiting to say that. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you.”

In the next few months I did see Caroline around and spoke to her on multiple occasions. More often than not, Alyssa was standing behind her silently. But although still quiet most of the time, once in a while even Alyssa spoke up and said something to me. She slowly got more comfortable with me after about 3 months since we had met for the first time, she really took part in our conversations and even talked to me when Caroline wasn’t around. Then, one day when talking with Alyssa without Caroline around, I took my chance and asked.

“Hey, I was wondering if you would go out with me sometime.”
“O-Out?” Flustered by my question, she looked away from me again.
“Yeah, on a date.” I wasn’t going to back down yet. But, after saying that no reaction came from Alyssa, and things were getting awkward quickly. “You don’t have to say yes, I just wanted take my chances and ask…”
“…Yes.”
“Yes…? You’ll go out with me?” She nodded, still not looking me in my eyes. “Great! I’ll pick you up tonight at 8, if that suits you too.” She nodded again.

I was standing in front of her dorm that night with over half an hour left before it was 8. And so I nervously waited until it was exactly 8 before going inside and knocking on her room’s door. She opened the door within seconds, but at least 10 seconds after she opened the door for me must have gone by before I said something. I was once again in awe of her beauty. Her long brown hair was neatly groomed. She was wearing a little make-up, but not too much. She was wearing a tight dark blue dress, revealing some but not a lot of cleavage, and reaching to just above her knees. Over it she was wearing a small unbuttoned pink jacket. Beneath her dress she was wearing high heeled open sandals and long white socks with a frilly edge on her feet. It was by no means a revealing outfit, but I still couldn’t help but be impressed by her natural beauty.

“You look beautiful.” I said after staring at her a little too long.
“Ah, t-thanks… Caroline helped me pick my clothes.”
“Let’s go.”

I took her to a decent restaurant, held open doors, and talked about unimportant stuff with her all night. But on the way back, I asked the cab driver to stop for a while. Alyssa had a puzzled look on her face, but without saying anything I just grabbed her and pulled her out of the cab behind me. We were standing in front of a police station.

“I know how shy you are, so I thought this up in case you just went along with me because you didn’t want to decline.” Her look only became more puzzled. “I’m going to kiss you now, so if you don’t want that you better run to the police.” I said it with a smirk on my face, but I couldn’t help but be a little worried she really would run to the police station.
“…Idiot.” My shock of her verbal attack was quickly overwhelmed when she jumped up and kissed me. Yeah, I would never get tired of her.

Chapter 1: My kink
But now, it’s two and a half years later. I’m supposed to be in my last year of college, but due to my own lack of effort I probably won’t be able to graduate this year and I’ll have to repeat my final year. But I don’t really mind, as she will still be here next year too. My girlfriend.

I never got tired or bored of her, but it pains me to admit that I have gotten bored of our sex life. It took me half a year to get this far, but after the exciting first times nothing ever changed in our sex life. The same foreplay ending in the same position every single time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, any guy that gets to have sex with a girl like Alyssa should be the luckiest guy in the world, yet here I am complaining about it.

There’s one explanation I can think of though. The one I always tried not to think about. Since even before I started college, I’ve had a fascination for femdom domination. Over the years I’ve continued looking at video’s, pictures, and stories about this topic on the internet once in a while. Even when I started dating Alyssa, I couldn’t help but go online and look at this kind of stuff sometimes. And instead of getting less interested in it over the years I spent with my girlfriend, I started looking for more extreme stuff. Stuff I would never want to happen to me in real life. However, I can’t help but be interested in trying some of the kinky but harmless things I’ve seen. Unfortunately, I could never ask Alyssa to try something like that. She may have opened up to me, but she’s also still that shy quiet girl I met three years ago. I could never ask her to do something that’s so far from what someone with her personality would do. Yet, cheating on her is obviously even less of an option…

“So, how far along are you with your final paper?” She asked me while getting me something to drink.
“Eh… 50.”
“50 pages? Your further along than I expected you would be.”
“Not pages…”
“What? 50 percent? You should hurry if you’re only halfway through, you’ve only got a week or two left until the deadline.”
“…Words.”
She sighed deeply. “You’re not gonna make it, are you?”
“Probably not.”
“Are you planning to be a student forever?”
“Nah, just until you graduate next year.”
“Yeah, that’s nice… It would’ve been more helpful if you graduated this year and found a job. I do want to live together with you sometime, you know…” Hearing her basically say she wants to move in together suprised me, but the idea of living with Alyssa doesn’t sound too bad.
“Actually, I’ve saved up quite some money working side jobs in the past four years. If we can find a cheap apartment near campus I could afford the rent for at least a year. After that we can find a job and maybe look for something better after all.” While I was talking, a big smile appeared on Alyssa’s face.
“Really?!”
“Yeah, why not?”

Finding a cheap apartmant near campus turned out to be more difficult then either of us had expected, but halfway through both of our final years in college (Hopefully…), a suitable place opened up and we jumped right on it.

“Are you sure you want to live here even if it might be for no more than half a year?” I asked her while whiping the sweat off my forehead.
She put down the box she was carrying. “Are you really asking this now that we’ve almost finished moving all of our stuff here from the dorms? And didn’t you already make a down payment and pay the warranty?”
“Well yeah, but…”
“Look, we don’t even have to move out of here as soon as we graduate. There’s nothing wrong with this place.”
“I guess you’re right. Different subject, then… Tomorrow is our third anniversary. Want to go to that restaurant we went to on our first date or something?”
“Hmm… We could also just stay in.” Her not wanting to go out didn’t really suprise me anymore. She was still uncomfortable with too much people around. “And we could ‘break in’ our new home?” She added with a wink. This did surprise me a little. Although we had sex regularly, she was never very direct about it. But I was pretty sure she was talking about having sex just now.

The next day came around, and we almost finished unpacking our stuff. We skipped classes that day, and were getting ready to spend our first night in our new home. Alyssa was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom. She had tucked herself in and was completely covered with our duvet except for her neck and head. I quickly got in bed beside her.

“So… Any special request?” She asked me with a mischievous smile as soon as I got into the bed.
“Huh? N-No, the usual is fine, I guess…”
“Really? You don’t want to try something new?” Again with this directness I wasn’t used to… But this may be my only chance.
“Well, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try but…” I turned my eyes away from hers as she had done so many times with me before we started dating.
“Tell me!”
“N-No, it’s a little too much, I think… I don’t want you to think I’m… You know.”
“I have fantasies too, you know.” Again with the surprises. “How about this: first we do what you want to try, then we do what I would like to try. No judgment.”
“R-Really?”
“Yeah, really. Now tell me, what would you like to do?”
I took a big breath to gather my courage and started “Well… Do you know what femdom is?”
A glint appeared in her eyes. “Yeah, of course.”
“I would like to try something like… Being tied up and you taking charge, or something. Nothing too hardcore…”
“Sure, why not.” She somehow seemed disappointed, but got out of bed right away. Only now I noticed that she was completely naked.
“Wait, what about yours?”
“Ehm… I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s first do your thing.”

That evening, for the first time in a quite a while, the excitement was back. Alyssa was strangely assertive and tied me to the bed using leftover tie rips we used during the move to this apartment. She jerked me off until I almost came, but then quickly let go of my penis telling me to hold out a little longer. She then stood on the bed and slowly lowered herself on my fully erect penis. She rode me like a toy for the rest of the night, her body moving up and down on my dick. Down from where I was laying she looked even more beautiful than usual to me, her pale white skin glistening with the ocasional drop of sweat. Her ample breasts moved up and down with her body, but were always moving just a little behind the rest of her body. Every time I came and lost my erection, she was able to quickly get it up again by teasing it with her hands or mouth. After what seemed like hours, I was exhausted.

I collected myself after panting for minutes, and asked her “W-what about what you wanted to try?”
She visably pondered my question for a few seconds before answering “Forget about it, I’m not comfortable sharing this yet after all…”
“Whaaat? I told you my kink!”
“Sorry, honey… How about this: I will take a raincheck on my turn and let you know when I’m ready to share this side of me with you.”
“Alright, then…”

I felt kind of guilty having her grant a fantasy of mine and not doing anything back, but I was mainly curious what her kink could possibly be. Could it be more hardcore or stranger than mine? And if so, that means I could’ve asked her to do a little more… Like make me kiss her feet. Or make me perform cunninglus on her all night long… There’s so many other things I would’ve liked her to make me do, but above all I wished I would’ve gotten the chance to just give her complete control for a night without limits. I regretted not taking this chance to tell her more about my fantasies.

Chapter 2: A gust of wind
A month went by without either my or Alyssa’s kink coming up in conversation. We were getting used to living together and went back to our normal sex position. But one night, after we just had sex…

“Hey Charles…” I turned by attention to Alyssa.
“Yes?”
“Do you love me?” She asked completely serious.
“I do, I think I’ve said that before.”
“Oh, okay. I love you too.” She picked up a book she has been reading for the past few days from her nightstand.
“You can’t end the conversation with that, there was obviously something behind that question.”
“Ah…” She seemed startled by my prying. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about that raincheck on… You know.”
“Your kink?” She nodded. “What has me loving you or not got to do with that?”
“Well…” She turned red and looked to the corner of the room. “It’s pretty out there. Stranger than yours.”
This is my chance. “Actually, it probably isn’t… I didn’t really tell you all of it when we tried mine last time.”
“What, really? I guess I can’t really blame you since I didn’t tell you mine at all… What would you really want me to do?”
“Eh, anything, really. Take complete control and make me pleasure you in any way you want me to. Maybe punish me… Just domination in general.”
Alyssa looked at me from the corner of her eyes. “Hmm… That might actually work…”
“What?”
“In combination with what I want to try…”
“Ah. So… What’s that?”
“Do you promise you won’t be disgusted and leave me?” She asked with a slightly trembling voice.
“Of course I won’t leave you, I promise.”
“Then let’s do it tomorrow… I’ll try to both fulfill your real wish and mine.”

She didn’t want to just tell me her kink even when I asked during the rest of our conversation that night. But I was excited enough to have a hard time sleeping that night. Excited for both getting a real chance to fulfill my darkest wish, and finally seeing this supposedly extreme fetish Alyssa has. I somehow have my doubts about it really being that bad, though. Even though Alyssa seems to accept my kink pretty well, it would be just like her to judge her own kink as disgusting even if it is less so than mine from an objective standpoint.

During the next day my excitement only increased. The day couldn’t go by fast enough, but unfortunately I had a long day and a lot of classes until late afternoon. When I finally got home it was already getting dark outside. Alyssa’s boots were standing in the hallway, so she was already home as I had expected.

“I’m home!” No answer. “Alyssa?”
“I’m in here!” She yelled from our bedroom.
“What are you doing in here?” I said as I walked towards the bedroom. But as soon as I reached the door opening I didn’t really need an answer to my question anymore. Alyssa was dressed in a tight black leather dress. Contrary to her usual outfits, it showed both a lot of cleavage and leg. The cleavage of the dress went on until the lower side of her breasts only to spread out again to show off some underboob and part of her belly. The dress was so short I would almost be able to get a clear view of her pussy if it wasn’t for the dark brown pantyhose she was wearing covering it. On her feet were a pair of black leather boots almost reaching up to her knees. The zigzagged white shoelaces of the boots reached from all the way to the top down to the boots’ tip. It must’ve been a chore to put them on. The boots had 6 inch heels, making her seem a lot taller than she actually was. She looked a bit more intimidating than usual at the very least.
“Take off your clothes, please.” The please wasn’t necessary. I took my clothes of at record-breaking speed. Seeing my excitement, Alyssa smiled. “I thought we’d start with some of the stuff you like. I’ll finish with something I like, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Get on all fours and crawl to me.” She said it while trying to seem stern, but it came out pretty forced. But I obeyed, of course. “Now kiss my feet.” I placed a kiss on the top of both her boots. “My feet, not my boots.” I moved for her shoelaces and started untying them. “Use your mouth, not your hands.” Every command she uttered seemed to come more natural, and every one of them got me a little harder.

Unfortunately untying her boots was as much work as I had imagened, even more so using nothing but my teeth. But Alyssa patiently waited for me to finish and so I just kept working on it as fast as I could.

Chapter 3: Graduation
Another half year past by and this year I was ready to graduate, together with Alyssa. In the past months Alyssa and I continued to indulge in our fantasies every few weeks to spice up our sex life. For the first time in my life I was satisfied with both the girl and the sex.

It was the day after we came home from the graduation ceremony. “Guess it’s time to start job hunting tomorrow, huh?”
“About that… I think I know a job you could do.”
“Really? What is it?”
“Sit down and I’ll tell you my idea.” I sat down at the dinner table, while Alyssa grabbed a few papers from a drawer. “Alright, what I’m going to say now may sound ridiculous, but please hear me out.” She said when she sat down too.
“Of course.”
“It’s about your sexual fantasy. It’s being completely dominated by a woman, right?”
“Yes…” Where was this going?
“Then I’d like to give you the chance to truly fulfill your fantasy. Become my fulltime slave.” I was stumped.
“W-What? I… Don’t know if I would really want that, to be honest.”
“Here, this is the contract I wrote. Well, it’s not really an official contract or anything. It’s more like a list of idea’s and rules. How about you read through it and see if you want to add anything?”

I started reading through the papers she handed me. It said that if I accepted, I was to follow all of Alyssa’s orders sexual or not. It also specified some of the things we had already been doing in the months like the feet worship or fart sniffing as examples of possible sexual domination. But other than that, it was very unspecific. It was pretty obvious Alyssa didn’t have much ideas besides the ones she had already used.

“This says it’s 24/7, so I wouldn’t be able to do any other job? Where would our income come from? We can only last so long before our savings are gone.” I said after a while to Alyssa, who had been patiently waiting for me to finish reading.
“Caroline has already offered me a job at her father’s company. I would be able to make more than enough for us to keep living here with just my income. And the hours are pretty lenient.” She had thought this through. There’s no way I would ever get a chance like this again. Having seen and read about rather cruel stuff on the internet I felt kind of apprehensive to accept, but this is Alyssa. Sweet Alyssa, the love of my life. All she wants to do is make me happy.
“Alright, I accept.”
Alyssa smiled brightly. “Really?! Great! Anything you don’t want me to do to you? Tell me now, because after this all other things will be fair play, alright?”
I was convinced Alyssa would never do anything to hurt me even if she was allowed to, so all I said was “As long as you don’t cheat on me with another man or something, I’m fine, I think…”
“I would never do that. So nothing else?”
“Hmm… Well, I know you like farting on me and I really don’t mind, but just don’t limit your play to that.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to.”
“Then that was all, I guess.”
“Then let’s seal our deal. I’ll give you one final blowjob.” She said with a gentle smile as she ducked under the table.

The conversation before had already made me hard. Alyssa had given me blowjobs before, but not very often. Mostly for special occasions. Which this is, I guess. But even among those few, this one felt extra special. It felt so good I came in no time. As soon as I became flacid again Alyssa grabbed my dick and put something cold over it. I then heard a loud click.

“W-what’s that?” I moved the chair I was sitting on backwards and saw she had put a metal device around my penis.
“It’s a chastity device.” She answered as she got out from under the table and stood up. “Now that your my slave, I don’t want you to cum or even become hard without my permission.” Wow, she was really getting into her role. “Take of your clothes and follow me to the bathroom, slave.” I complied, wondering what she was planning to do.

She took off her panties and ordered me to put my mouth on her pussy. Cunnilingus? But why in the bathroom? She pushed her pussy even tighter against my mouth, and then started peeing. I was about to gag as soon as the horrible tasting pee splattered on my tongue, but I didn’t get the chance to as my mouth filled up at an incredible speed and I knew what she wanted me to do. I didn’t like it, but I wasn’t going to back out after just saying I agreed to be her slave. She is doing this for me. And that’s why I started drinking as fast as I could. But I still wasn’t fast enough to keep some of it from overflowing from my mouth and splattering against the floor.

“Look at what you’ve done now…”
“I-I’m sorry, mistress…”
“Since it’s your first time, I’ll let this slip. Lick me clean now.” I started licking her pussy and part of her legs clean from any of her piss. “Good job. I’m going to bed now. Lick everything off the floor and wash yourself up before coming to bed too.” She walked out of the bathroom and left me there with another order. I knew she would notice the stain if I were to use a towel or even the missing toilet paper if I’d use that, so I had no choice but to start licking the puddle of pee from the floor. After finally graduating college, I had now started my new life of degradation.

Chapter 4: The first weekend
The next morning Alyssa woke up early and got ready to leave the house. “Where are you going? It’s saturday.” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I found out about an interesting shop recently and want to pay it a visit today. I’ll probably be back around noon. Don’t get dressed, and clean the house while I’m gone.” And with that, she left.

I got out of bed not too long after Alyssa left and started on some cleaning duties. I wasn’t used to or very good at cleaning, but I didn’t mind doing it as Alyssa would soon be the provider. A little past noon, I heard Alyssa coming back home.

“Charles?” I walked to the front door.
“Yes?”
“Let’s start your training now.” I gulped. “First, I want you to always greet me when I come home. You do this by walking to the door when you hear me coming in, and saying ‘Welcome home, master’ while I take off my shoes. That reminds me: you should always adress me with either master, mistress, or any other title that shows my superiority to you. When I’m done taking of my shoes or boots, you will kneel before me and plant a kiss on the top of each of my feet out of respect for me.” I was shocked hearing all these orders. Where did she learn all of this from? But she didn’t give me the time to think any further about it. “Do you get that?”
“Eh… Yes, I do.”
“That’s ‘yes, mistress’. I will refrain from punishing you this time, but try to remember it.”
“Y-Yes… Mistress.”
“Any questions?”
“May I call you something using your name too, like mistress Alyssa?”
“Hmm… Yes, that’s fine. It might even be necessary in the future.” Necessary? “Now kiss my feet.” I planted a kiss on both of her pink kneesock-covered feet. “Moving on.” She walked to the living room and I quickly followed. “From now on, I will also not be calling you Charles anymore. I will call you slave or any other other derogatory things I feel like calling you. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress Alyssa.”
“When you want to say something or ask a question and I did not engage in conversation with you first, you will ask for permission before saying what you want to say.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Not respectful enough. Which leads me to the next subject: punishment. Spread your legs.” I hesitantly did so, and she kicked me into the nuts.
“Ugh…!” I grabbed my aching balls. This went a little too far for me. “T-Too much, Alyssa…!”
“It’s punishment, it shouldn’t be something you like. Get your hands of your crotch, you’ve got two more to go. One for talking without permission just now, another for not calling me by my title again.” I trembled. She was taking this a lot more serious than I would’ve expected her to. Where did all this confidence come from? I slowly removed my hands, and she kicked me in the balls again. I fell down on my knees. “Get up, one more.” I gathered my strength, and got on my feet again only to get hit in the balls again and collapse again. “You should also thank me for giving you any kind of special treatment or discipline like this.”
I gathered my breath. “T-Thank you… M-Mistress…”
“Now go to the bedroom and wait for me to get ready.” Still in pain from the shots to my nuts, I basically crawled to the bedroom.

I lifted myself onto the bed and lay down on my back. Fantasy and reality are clearly not the same, and I started thinking about the best way to tell her to take it down a notch while caressing my hurting balls. A few minutes later, Alyssa walked in, and my heart skipped a beat of shock. She was wearing a new outfit which must have been in the bags she was carrying when she came home. She was wearing a tight leather top, black stockings, long black silk gloves, high spiked heels, and a black mini skirt. But what scared me was what was coming out from underneath her skirt: a 10 inch pink strap-on dildo.

“Get on your back and lift your ass.” Alyssa order while she applied lube to the strap-on.
“B-But-“
“Swallow your protest and do as I say if you don’t want to be punished again, slave.” The usual softness in her voice was replaced by a strict tone. Alyssa had completely adjusted to her role as a dominant mistress. I turned over and raised my ass, dreading what was coming. Alyssa got on the bed behind me, and grabbed me by my thighs. She pushed the tip of the dildo against the opening of my anus. It slowly gave way to the pressure and opened up, the dildo slowly moving deeper into my anus until the full 10 inches were in my ass. “How does it feel?”
“I-It hurts…”
“Then you’d better brace yourself for this!” And she started humping violently. I could barely contain my scream. She kept going for almost 10 minutes before she climaxed and finally stopped. As soon as the dildo exited my anus, I collapsed flat on my belly. Alyssa lay down on her back besides me and panted. “You get 5 minutes of rest, after that I want you to start preparing me dinner.”

I tried to make the most of my 5 minutes of rest, but it felt like it was over within seconds. Alyssa lightly jabbed me to make clear my time was up, and I dragged myself to the kitchen. It was still early, so she must expect a grande feast or something. I’m not too bad at cooking and we had the ingredients, so I started working on something good.

Hours later I was finally done and started setting the table when Alyssa came in. “Smells good, but one plate will do.” I looked at her with a quizzed face. “I will prepare you a feast myself on sunday. Please hold out until then so you’ll have an empty stomach.” I reculently took away my plate from the table and finished setting Alyssa’s dinner. “Looks great! While I eat, you can worship my feet under the table.”
“Yes, master…” I got under the table and started kissing and massaging her feet.

After about 15 minutes I gathered my courage and asked “Mistress, can I have permission to ask a question please?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“The things you’ve been doing to me are a bit much for me, could you maybe go a little easier on me?”
She giggled. “This weekend is just so you can adjust to your new life, it will get a lot harder in the future.” Even harder?!
“F-For how long is this ‘contract’?”
“I don’t remember giving you permission for another permission, but I’ll let it slip one more time. And to answer your question: for the rest of your life, of course.” What did I agree to… Should I run? I can probably get this chastity belt off with the right tools. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts. Alyssa would never do anything to really hurt me, she thinks I can handle as much as this and I should trust her. “I’m done. Please clean up and then come back to the bedroom.” As she stood up and walked back to the bedroom, I couldn’t help but stare at her luscious ass. God, she is beautiful.

After I finished cleaning up I returned to the bedroom myself, and there she was, lying on the bed with het strap-on back on. “Hope you’re ready for round two.” She grinned.

After fucking me in the ass for a second time, she finally went to sleep, and quickly after that I fell asleep too, on my belly. I felt like I had just had a rough day when I went to sleep, but the next day made wish back to the day before. Alyssa woke me up early and ordered me from chore to chore. These chores ranged from normal household work to worshipping Alyssa’s feet or other parts of her body. But this wouldn’t have been anything bad if it wasn’t for the constant torture in between chores. She used different items from the bags of stuff she had bought the day before to inflict pain on me like whips and canes on my back and ass cheeks, making them red and bruised by the end of the day. But the worst part was that she raped me into my ass with her strap-on dildo so many times I lost count. Sometimes she would announce it or make me suck on it first, but other times she would literally sneak up on me and violate me. By the end of the day my anus was sore, bleeding, and loose. In the evening she made me prepare her food again without allowing me to eat as well. After having had nothing to eat since saturday morning, I was extremely hungry. When was she going to prepare me food? When she was done eating, she asked me to clean up and join her in the bedroom as soon as I was done again.

I entered the bedroom afraid of seeing her with her strap-on dildo ready to attack my ruined asshole again, but she wasn’t. She was dressed in nothing but a cute pink babydoll. “Lie down on your back again.” I lay down on the bed, holding back from moaning because of the pain in my hurting back and ass. “Tonight, I’ll show you my real kink.” Real kink? What about the farting? Seeing my confused expression, she told me “You didn’t tell me about your real kink the first time either. So you can’t blame me for doing the same.” She positioned herself over me in the same way she did when she was going to fart on me. “Ready?”
“Yes, mistress Alyssa.” She dropped down and I prepared for my nose to me enveloped by her anus again, opening my mouth to breath through there. But instead, she pressed her anus inside of my mouth. She then farted inside of my mouth instead. Was this her real kink?
“Your dinner is ready, here it comes!~” Her anus puckered and fluid came out, quickly followed by more solid shit. I was in shock. My mouth filled up with her rancid shit and I had no way to spit it out. When my mouth was reaching its limit and my cheeks started to bulge, Alyssa moved aside my encaged penis and stomped me into the balls. “Start swallowing.” I started swallowing her poop. It wasn’t runny, but it wasn’t too hard or solid to swallow without chewing. Eating her shit was the most horrible experience of my life. Even after she was done shitting, I wasn’t done with my ‘dinner’. “I won’t get up until you’ve finished eating everything in your mouth.”

When she finally got off of me, I ran to the bathroom and started puking. This went too far for me. When I came back to the bedroom after spending at least 10 minutes furiously brushing my teeth, I asked for permission to speak.

“What is it?”
“This went way too far for me. I don’t want to do something as disgusting as eat your shit.”
“Ahw, but that’s my fetish!” Her disappointment sounded fake. “But alright, I’ll refrain from doing that again for now.” Needless to say, the ‘for now’ bothered me. But I decided to accept it until the problem would arise again. I got into bed. “Get under the covers and stay there tonight.” I crawled under the covers and quickly found out why she asked me to do this, as she started farting. She kept farting and the progressively worse smell made it hard for me to fall asleep, but eventually I did.

Chapter 5: Cleaning duty
Almost a week past by and Alyssa started working while I continued my new life as her slave. She hadn’t made eat het shit again, and so I decided to continue our new master-slave relationship. There were still other orders and punishments that I had a hard time with, but overall this new life excited me.

It was friday afternoon, and I heard Alyssa come home. I rushed to the front door. “Welcome home, master.” She took off her short dark brown boots, and I kneeled down to kiss the top of her pink pantyhose-covered feet. Her feet smelled and tasted even worse than the day before.
Alyssa noticed my disgusted expression after kissing her feet. “It’s your own fault if they taste bad, you know.” I looked up at her. “I’ve been smelling worse and worse over the past week because you haven’t done your job.”
“…Huh?”
She sighed. “You don’t think I would use a shower when I have the luxary of having a slave, do you? All I do is wash my hair, the rest is your job.”
“You want me to wash you, mistress?”
“Yes. With your tongue, of course.” She wants me to clean her entire body with my tongue?! “I’ll get undressed so you can give me my overdue cleaning.” She walked to the bedroom, undressed, and sat on the bed. “What are you waiting for?”

I couldn’t believe she would neglect her own hygiene just to tease me. I started with what I expected would be the worse place, her feet. I kept licking and sucking until the bad taste and odour was gone. I then started licking her legs, her pussy, belly, back, arms, neck… What I didn’t realize was that her feet had been getting the most attention of her entire body before. I had regularly licked them in the past week. Not thoroughly enough to clean them, but it did keep them from tasting much worse than the rest of her body, which turned out to be as much of a bad experience as cleaning her feet.

I stopped licking thinking I was finally done. “You forgot a few places.”
“What places did I forget, my queen?”
“Ooh, I like that one.” She said with a smile. “First, you still need to lick my armpits clean.” She lifted her arms in the air so I could reach her armpit. The closer I got to it, the stronger the smell. My eyes started to tear up from the foul smell and when I touched her armpit with the tip of my tongue finally touched her armpit, I cringed. The taste of her feet was nothing compared to this. As I slowly continued my dirty task, I noticed the stubble on her armpit. She would always shave her armpits very regularly, but she obviously hadn’t shaved there in a while now. I wondered if that was on purpose too… I continued licking of her sticky armpit sweat. It felt like hours went by before I was finally done with both armpits. “Good job. Now there’s only one place left for you to clean.” Alyssa got on all fours on the bed. “I know you don’t like eating shit, but I want you to lick my asshole clean too. I haven’t been wiping after taking a dump, but this is still a lot easier than eating shit. Since this is my fetish, you can do this much for me at least.” I didn’t have any argument against that that would convince her, so I just got to work again. And as much as I hated both the taste and smell of her remnant shit, it was indeed nothing compared to the horrid experience of eating her shit a week ago. If this would serve as an alternative to that, I’d gladly clean her asshole like this anytime she wants.

I finished cleaning her anus outside and inside with my tongue. When I was allowed to stop I thanked her for letting me clean her, and stood up to get to the bathroom and clean my mouth. “Wait.” Alyssa stopped me. “You can’t brush your teeth just yet, you have to be punished for not cleaning me for a week.” Alyssa walked to a pile of her discarded clothes. “I’ve been wearing the same pair of panties the entire week without wiping. The skid mark is pretty big.” She showed the inside of the pair of panties she just picked up. “As punishment, I want you to wear these over your face tonight.” She put the panties over my face with the crotch against my nose. The dried up shit stains still had a strong smell to them.

I had to keep wearing those stinking panties over my face when I prepared dinner that evening. I looked ridiculous. Since I couldn’t eat without taking them off, I wasn’t allowed to join Alyssa at dinner either. I felt like her actions were becoming more extreme again, and this feeling was confirmed when I walked into the bedroom after having cleaned up the dishes. To my shock, Alyssa was lying on bed wearing a strap-on dildo. This wasn’t a rare sight, she had continued to frequently use her strap-on on my ass the past week. My asshole was ruined by her rough play by now, but she would never allow it to heal before inserting that 10 inch pink dildo up my ass again. But what she was wearing now wasn’t that pink strap-on, but a black one. And to my horror, it wasn’t 10 but a whopping 15 inch long, and it had a diameter of at least 4 inches. There’s no way this monster could fit in my ass! But when Alyssa saw me back up a little, she got of the bed, walked up to me, grabbed my arm and put it behind my back. She pressed my face against the wall.

“I’ve spent enough time loosening your asshole.” She pressed the tip of the black strap-on against my anus. She then leaned in closer to my face and whispered “Tonight, I will permanently ruin it.” I howled in pain as the dildo was forcefully pushed into my anus and stretched it beyond its limit.

After the most painful 15 minutes of my life, Alyssa finally let me go. I walked to the bathroom to sit down on the toilet and rest, knowing it would be the only place I would be able to sit down without feeling excruciating pain in my ass. I just kept sitting there, for hours. Long after Alyssa went to sleep I was still sitting on the toilet, thinking about where I should’ve backed out of this. During this time, I made a horrifying discovery: sometimes, shit would drop out of my asshole without me trying to take a dump. She had ruined my asshole so much I couldn’t hold it back anymore!

Chapter 6: Going shopping
After sitting on the toilet for almost the entire night, I decided to try and get some sleep. I dragged myself to the bed lay down on my belly. I fell asleep within seconds.

The next morning, I heard Alyssa get up and leave the apartment, but I was too tired to get up myself. It didn’t take too long for Alyssa to get back home again.

She poked at my face. “Wake up, you had a little accident.” Still dead tired, I ignored her. She poked a little harder. “Come on, wake up.”
“Just a few more minutes…”
An extremely painful shock went through my body as she slapped my destroyed ass. “Wake up I said, slave!” I jumped up immeadiately this time.
“W-what? …Mistress.”
“Look.” She pointed near my legs. “You shit yourself tonight.” I looked down and saw some dark stains on the bed.
“I-I can’t control it anymore because you-“
“If you can’t control it, we’ll have to do something about that.” She showed me a big plastic package. “So I got you these cute diapers.” She took one out of the package and showed me the cute pink design and frilly ribboned diaper. “On your back and legs up.” I did so without protesting. She put the diaper on me.
“Thank you, my goddess.”
“Now clean the sheets, and after your done get dressed. Leave the diaper on beneath your clothes.”
“Yes, queen Alyssa.” I noticed I didn’t even think before accepting her orders anymore. But not to satisfy my own fetish, and not out of love, but out of fear for her. Now that I’d experienced what Alyssa was truly capable of, I feared the consequences of disobeying her.

A while later I walked into the living room with my clothes on. It had been a while since I last wore clothes, but I wasn’t happy about it. The strange sensation of wearing a diaper instead of underwear was one of the reasons for that, but the most important reason was that I knew Alyssa was up to something again and I doubted I was gonna like it.

“Ready?” Alyssa said as she noticed me walk in. “Then let’s go.”
“Go where, mistress?”
“On a date!” She said with a bright smile. A date?!
“Eh… Do I have to wear the diaper?”
“Of course, you don’t want people to notice you shit yourself, do you? I would never want something like that to happen to me.”

We left the apartment and took a bus to the city centre. After we got off at the stop Alyssa said we had to get off, she took my hand. Was this really a normal date? And where was she taking me? We walked a few blocks and ended up in a more deteriorated neighbourhood. We stopped in front of a small shop with graffiti all over its walls. A neon sign above the entrance said ‘BDSM EroShop’.

“This is it.” She said as we walked inside. The cashier looked up at us as we walked in, but didn’t say anything before getting back to playing with her phone. The small store was filled with bondage toys and tools, but also a lot of sexy fetish wear. “Pick out anything you want me to wear and I’ll show it off to you in the changing cubicle.” Alyssa whispered to me.

Both of us picked out some clothes for Alyssa to try on. When I was done, I walked up to Alyssa. She took my hand and pulled me inside of the changing cubicle with her. She then ordered me to undress her. I was getting more and more confused. It didn’t feel like it was a date, but she was a lot less harsh than she had been the past week. This is probably the relationship I was looking for: she was dominating me without taking it too far. I undressed and dressed her into many dominatrix outfits. Tight leather and rubber dresses, fishnet stockings, all kinds of black heeled boots. As I looked at he show of all these outfits to me, I felt my dick pressing against the metal cage it was in. Never since Alyssa had put it on me, had I wished it wasn’t there as bad as at that moment. I was just down on my knees to put on the shoes of the last outfit I had picked out for her when I heard a small but familliar noise: she had just farted.

“Oops.” Alyssa said while trying not to smile. “Looks like I can’t hold it until we get back home after all.” She grabbed a device she had also taken with her in the dressing room I only then noticed. “Open your mouth.” I was about to protest, but in trying to do so I did open my mouth and as soon as I did Alyssa jammed the device into my mouth and tightened it. It was a metal device that forced my mouth wide open. Alyssa turned around, flipped the black skirt she was wearing up, and sat down on my face. “I’m sorry, I know that you hate this, but I have no other choice. I can’t hold it any longer and I just told you I would never want people to see me shit myself. Bear with it, okay? And eat quick, it’s runny.” She had barely finished talking before the diarrhea spewed out of her ass directly into my open mouth.

I tried my best to keep up and swallow it, but it was just too much too fast for me to handle. After a while my mouth was all filled up and Alyssa had to quickly jump forward so it didn’t splatter against the outfit she was wearing. Instead, the rest of her runny shit splattered all over my face and chest. As I sat there on my knees covered in shit, with my mouth open and full with the brown liquid shit, I heard a click to my right side. I looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw the cashier holding her phone, her grinning face behind it.

“Sorry, I want a new background on my phone. Couldn’t let this chance slip away.” I couldn’t believe I was photographed in such a humiliating situation.
While I was trying to swallow the rest of the excretement in my mouth, Alyssa said to the cashier “Sorry about the mess, Amy.” They know each other?!
“It’s alright Alyssa, just as long as he cleans up the mess.”
“He will, because he wouldn’t want the footage of what he did in this cubicle to end up all over the internet, would he?” I finished swallowing what was in my mouth and Alyssa took off the device of my mouth, allowing me to speak again.
“Y-You’re wouldn’t put that photo online, would you?! It would ruin my life!”
“Not just the photo. We have a couple of ‘security’ cams in this cubicle that record very clear footage as well.” Amy replied with an even bigger grin on her face.
Noticing the scared look I got on my face as the thought of having something like this put online for all to see crossed my mind, Alyssa knew she had full control now. “Better start licking everything clean if you don’t want this to go public, slave.”
“Y-Yes, master…” I started licking, and Alyssa and Amy walked away giggling to leave me to it.

After I couldn’t see a spot of brown left in the entire changing room, I went outside.

“It will be delivered and installed within a week.” I heard Amy say as I walked up to them.
Alyssa noticed me. “You’re clothes are still dirty with brown stains.”
“I-I can’t clean those with just my tongue.”
Alyssa sighed. “Well, you can’t go home in those dirty clothes like this without being noticed.” She walked to a nearby wall and picked up a bondage mask. “Pull this over your head. That way nobody will know it’s you.” She walked to the front door. “I don’t want to be seen with you though, so wait her for a couple of minutes before going home too.”

Alyssa left and it was just me pulling a bondage mask over my head and Amy now. She just continued fiddling with her phone without speaking to me until just before I left. “You are such a lucky fella, having such a beautiful master. Well, I’ll see you again soon.” I left the shop without saying anything back.

I’ve never been in as much of a hurry to get home as I was that day. I looked ridiculous with the mask on and my clothes dirty with shit. I wanted to duck away whenever anyone walked by, but I knew I would never be able to get home that way. Unfortunately the way home took even longer because there was no way I would be able to get in a bus like this, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to try it either.

I was so glad when I finally arrived at our apartment. I rang the doorbell hoping for Alyssa to open up quickly, and luckily she did. “You’re late.” Alyssa swung back her leg and hit me right between the legs. Even with the padding the diaper I was wearing provided, it still hurt enough for me to fall down on my knees. “When I come home later than you, you kiss my feet. When you come home later than me, I kick you in the nads. Fear deal, no?” I was in too much pain to reply. “Hurry up and come in now, I want you to clean my feet.”

Chapter 7: Promotion
Another week past by and Alyssa was more cruel than ever. My body was bruised all over from the powerful lashes of whips and the like, my asshole was expanded even more by even rougher attacks from her big black strap-on, and my balls ached more than ever because of the constant kicks and punched they had been receiving in the past week. I wanted out of this relationship more than ever, but I had no way out. I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to put the video of me eating her diarrhea online as soon as I’d tell her I wanted to stop or I would try to escape. Suprisingly, the one thing she didn’t do again in the past week was using me as a toilet.

I heard the doorbell ring while I was cleaning the bedroom. Alyssa opened up and not much later she walked into the bedroom. “Get dressed, there’s some people here to install a new toilet in the bedroom. Let’s go out while they get to work.” A new toilet? Why would we need a new toilet if the old one works just fine?

I got dressed and followed Alyssa outside. Before we left the apartment I caught a glimpse of the people at work in our bathroom: two young women? For a job like installing toilets..?

We got on the bus like last week, and I quickly realized we were going to the same place again. When we were almost there, Alyssa kept looking at me, her expression getting more excited the closer we got to the fetish shop.

“You look worried, but don’t worry, I won’t do anything with you there today. I just wanted to show you something cool!” We arrived in front of the store, but Alyssa just stopped there. I looked at her quizzingly, and she pointed towards the shopping window. I looked at what was behind the window and quickly noticed a big display saying ‘New hardcore fetish DVD! A man reduced to being nothing but a shit eating slave!’. Below it, was the DVD cover… With an image of me with an open mouth filled with diarrhea!
“Y-You said you wouldn’t spread that video!”
“I said I wouldn’t put it online for all to see. We made a DVD out of it, people have to pay too see it.”
“B-But they can see my face in this shopping window!”
“Oh yeah, I guess so. In any of the other shops that sell this one too, I guess. And I think there’s a picture on the online sale too… Ah well, it can’t be helped. I’m going to pop in and say hi to Amy real quick.” And with that, she left me outside alone for a few minutes.

How did it get this far? My life is ruined. I can’t think of a way to solve this. How will I be able to get a normal job?

After a short while Alyssa came back out. “I think they’re about done with installing our new toilet back home. Let’s go.”
“W-Why would I?”
“What?”
“If the video has already been spread anyway, I can just leave, right?”
“Heh. It may have been released, but this kind of stuff still has a limited audience. Unless your friends and family are into something like this, there’s still a chance they won’t find out. Unless I point them in the right direction, of course.”
“…”
“Well, are you coming?”
“Yes… Mistress…”

When we arrived back at the apartment, the two women were just leaving. “Thanks for your hard work.”
“No problem, ma’am.” We went into the apartment as the installers walked away.
“I want to suprise you with our new toilet, so I’m going to blindfold you after you’ve undressed. Take off the diaper too.”

As soon as I was done taking off all my clothes Alyssa put a blindfold over my eyes and took my hand to lead me to what I could tell, even without sight, was the bedroom. Didn’t she want to show me the new toilet in the bathroom? I walked into something with my foot. Ouch, is there supposed to be something here? Then, Alyssa ordered me to ‘step over the edge’. After that she made me lie down on my back and stick my head in some hole. It was as if I was in some sort of box. It felt soft on the inside, but I had a bad feeling about this. This feeling was only confirmed when Alyssa inserted a big tube deep into my asshole.

“W-what are you doing..?” Before answering, she also put some kind of tube over my chastised penis.
“It’s so you won’t have to lie in your own filth.” She then proceeded to strap me done to the bottom of the box. My wrists, ankles, neck, and belly were strapped down with what felt like leather bindings. I then heard something heavy slide over the ‘box’ I was in, presumably a lid of some sort. “I’ll be right back.” A short while later, I heard Alyssa walk up to where my head was. She grabbed the blindfold and pulled it off so I could see again. “Tadaa!~”

After my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see the shape of a toilet seat above me. I could barely move my head. Above me I could see Alyssa laughing.

“W-What the…”
“Suprise, you are the new toilet!” Alyssa said with a big evil grin.
“…What…?”
“Let me explain. The box you just lied down into was in the bedroom, but the hole you stuck your head through was a hole in the wall that leads to where the bathroom is. To where the toilet was, to be exact. Now you are the toilet. I will sit down on this toilet seat and do my business as if it was any normal toilet. The only difference is that it will land on your face. It’s up to you to try to catch it in your mouth and eat it.”
“There’s no way I will do that! Not even if you spread that video to the people I know!”
“You can keep your mouth closed, but I will not clean the shit off your face and just keep using you. If you don’t eat, it won’t be long before your nose will be covered in shit too. And then it will be up to you to open your mouth and eat the shit on time before you suffocate…”
“Y-You can’t do this! I could… D-Die..!”
“That’s entirely up to you. Now… I’ve been constipated for the past week, but I have the feeling I can go now. Looks like your first job as a toilet is going to be a big one. Congratulations on your promotion!”

She sat down on the toilet seat above me and starting pushing. First some piss soaked my face and hair. Then several farts came out and because of the small closed space my head was in the combined smell was stronger than ever. Then, her anus started puckering. And then it started expanding. And expanding more. A small tip of the coming shit poked out. But Alyssa kept straining, and her anus kept expanding, until finally the turd emerged. It was a monster. As this enormous thing dropped down I realized this thing was too big to even be able to enter my mouth. I would have to bite chunks of it and quickly eat them. The brown monster touched my lips. I gathered all of my will and started biting chunks of it, and quickly swallowed them. Until then the turd had been one solid piece, but now it broke off and it fell down on the side of my face. I kept eating until I couldn’t reach what was left on the side of my face. At that moment Alyssa pushed more smaller chunks of shit out and I catched most of them with my mouth and eat them. I felt bloated after having consumed this ridiculous amount of feces. She wiped her ass, threw away the toilet paper, and then stood up and turned around to me.

“Well, that was it for now. See you later, my cute toilet.~”
Alyssa was about to close the lid above the toilet seat when I yelled “Wait!”
“What is it?”
“There’s still a part of your turd on the side of my face! I can’t reach it and it reeks!”
“Well that’s too bad for you, isn’t it? Maybe you’ll be able to snack on it when it dissolves when I peed over it a couple of times? Bye now.” She closed the lid, plunging me into darkness, and walked away. I was alone with the horrible smell and an even worse taste in my mouth.

Later that day, probably around evening, Alyssa returned. She opened the lid. “I just have to pee now, enjoy your drink.” She sat down and started peeing, whiped when she was done, and was about to close the lid again without saying anything else.
“Wait!”
She sighed. “What is it this time? Sad the shit didn’t dissolve?”
“H-How long are you going to leave me in here?”
Alyssa bursted out laughing. “How long?! What are you saying, why would I let you out again when I can finally fulfill my longtime fantasy as much as I want to? Besides, we don’t even have any other toilet anymore!”
“W-What if I have to go?!”
“That’s what those tubes are for, of course.”
“Y-You can’t do this!! Please, stop this..!”
“I can do whatever I want with you. You’re my slave: my possession.” Laughing, she closed the lid again. In my despair and helplessness, I could do nothing but sob myself to sleep.

Chapter 8: A second course
After a few weeks I lost track of how long I had been serving Alyssa as her personal toilet. It must’ve been at least two months. At first I tried to get used to it, but to no avail. But after some time I realized something: Even through all this, after everything she’s done to me, I still love Alyssa. And with this mindset, I could take this. I still hated being reduced to nothing but a toilet, I still hated the taste of shit, but knowing how much she loves doing this and how much I loved making her happy, I could do this.

One day, after she did her business ‘on’ me, Alyssa spoke to me. She didn’t speak to me very often anymore, and when she did it was usually to humiliate me. “I’ve arranged something special for you today.” I’ve learned her surprises are never something that’s good for me. “You can come in now!”
The bathroom door opened and I heard someone’s voice come from the doorway. “Is he in there..?” I know this voice…
“Yep.~”
The other voice bursted out laughing and the face belonging to the voice appeared above me. “Hi Charlie! Sure got yourself in a strange situation since we’ve last seen each other huh? Did you really need a diploma for this?” Caroline..!?
“W-What are you doing here…?”
Alyssa answered for her. “What do you think? She’s here to serve your desert!”
“N-No… I-I don’t want anyone elses… Please don’t!”
“Toilet, remember your place. You have no say in this.”
Caroline giggled. “I wonder what he dislikes more, being called Charlie or being called ‘toilet’?” She sat down on me and started pushing as if it was nothing. Piss flowed over my face, quickly followed by her soft dark shit. It was even worse than Alyssa’s shit had ever been in both smell and taste. What does this girl eat?! But I kept eating. And eating. How much shit can one girl produce?! I was already full from Alyssa’s load but Caroline just kept going. When she was finally done, my stomach felt more bloated than ever. “So, how did you like my chocolate sundae?” I couldn’t answer Caroline because I had to concentrate on resisting my gag reflex and not puking her ‘dessert’ back all over my own face.
“Answer her, slave.” Alyssa ordered.
I took a deep breath. “…I-It.. Was delicious, mistress C-Caroline…”
“Oooh, such a good little toilet!” Caroline clapped her hands. “I want to reward him! Can I, Alyssa?”
“Hmm.. Fine, I guess. What would you want as a reward, toilet?”
Even if it might be a trap, I wasn’t going to let this chance slip by. “Eh… I would like the chastity device to be removed, mistress…”
“That’s alright.” Alyssa walked around to the bedroom where my body was, Caroline quickly following behind her. They lifted off the lid of the box I was in, and then Alyssa removed the tube from my penis. She shen proceeded to unlock the chastity device. I couldn’t help but be a little happy knowing she had kept the key closeby. “Well, Caroline, you wanted to reward him, right?”
“Yup!~” I felt a hand gently grabbing my penis. Caroline slowly started stroking it, but gradually sped up.
After not having been able to get any relief for months, I was quickly started moaning and was about to reach climax. “A-Ah… I’m gonna…! Th-Thank yo-” But I started thanking her too soon; just before I came, she took her hand off my penis.
“You’re welcome!~”
“Eh..?! B-But, I wasn’t…”
“I can’t make you cum, toilets don’t cum.”
“Y-You can’t do that to me..!”
Then Alyssa intervened. “He’s right. It might be a little too cruel to always arouse him by feeding him our delicious poo but never giving him release. So let’s… Stop him from getting aroused.”
“W-What…?”
Caroline giggled. “You’re so mean, Alyssa.”
I felt a tight grip on my right ball. “The left one is for you, Caroline.” Caroline grabbed my left testicle. “Let’s take our time and have fun doing this, we can only do it once.”

What followed were the most agonizing hours of my life. The girls started pressuring my balls with their hands, digging their nails into the sack. They then started slapping and hitting them. They put clamps on them, they stomped them with their bare feet, they even started torturing my penis too after a while. I begged them to stop, told them I would be glad to eat both of their excretement as often as they’d want without ever getting any sexual relief myself. But they were enjoying this and no words could stop them anymore. Eventually I just stopped begging. That’s when Alyssa told Caroline to put on a pair of sharp heeled boots, doing the same herself. They both pointed a heel at one of my testicles.

“This will be the finisher, put some real power into it. Ready?”
“Yes! Say goodbye to your testies, toilet!~”
“3… 2… 1…” A pain a million times stronger than any I’d ever felt before jolted through my body. I slipped into unconsciousness, but not before vaguely hearing them talk a little more.
“What are you going to do with him now? Keep him here as a toilet a little longer?”
“No, I think it’s time to transfer him to that place… He’s ready now.”

Chapter 9: End of the initial training period
I woke up. My body ached, but my crotch area hurt the most of all. I tried to feel, but I my arms where still restricted. No, not still: again. I had the feeling I had been unconscious way too long. My mouth felt dry. Even though I couldn’t see a thing, I felt dizzy. Had I been drugged after I lost consciousness? Yes, I must have been… Because I’m not in the bathroom back in our -or maybe just Alyssa’s, at this point- apartment anymore. I’m in the same situation, but not in the same place. My restrictments aren’t leather anymore, they’re metal now, allowing not even the slight movements that were still possible in my old restrictments. The padding I was lying on felt different, less soft. My head was tilted backwards more. But the most obvious difference of all was how my mouth was held open by some device, which is probably in part responsible for my dry mouth. My jaw hurt, it was probably the second most aching part of my body. This device held my mouth open even further than Alyssa’s device had done in the changing cubicle. Sure, Alyssa could just have replaced the old ‘toilet box’ I was in and placed me in a new one, but that’d be fairly unlikely. The old one worked after all: why replace it so soon? I was pretty sure I was indeed in a different place and going to find out why soon enough.

Soon enough turned out to be quite some hours. Or it felt like quite some hours had passed at least. Someone walked inside whatever room I was in and opened the lid above me. The face of an unfamiliar woman appeared above me. She was a little older, but gorgeous. Her long red hair fell down along her back as she looked down to me through her glasses and gave me the most gentle of smiles. Her tits were enormous and looked like they were about to pop out of the top of her tight black dress. She was everything that should arouse me, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t able to get aroused.

“Good morning.” The woman started. “You must be confused, so let me explain everything to you. I’m Ms. Ashmore and I own the apartment complex you’re in right now. This special apartment complex is women-only. The room you’re in is a special facility for all the tenants: the human toilet. Your master decided you were trained and ready for a life as a toilet here, and I accepted her generous offer. In exchange, she can live here for free.” Alyssa sold me out for a free living accommodation?! “Now on to your job. In some ways, it is actually easier than your training was. You won’t have to greet or thank your users, as you can’t speak with your mouth held open like that. This will also make it impossible to chew on your ‘food’, so you’ll have to swallow everything you receive whole. This might be hard at first, but you’ll get used to it. But even if you can’t do it, there’s no reason to panic: we have a state-of-the-art system that will detect any problems, and should the need arise it will extend a flat surface in the toilet and push everything in the toilet into your throat. The way your head is tilted backwards allows for this to work as smoothly as possible. That’s basically all that’s changed. Oh, except that this complex has 50 apartments. Assuming every apartment is occupied, you will have at least 50 masters, myself being one of them. Some apartment might be shared with more than one woman though, so it can be more. Female visitors and staff will also be allowed to use you.” There’s no way I can eat that much shit! I’ll explode! “Of course, we realize you can’t handle that much. For this there is a clever system in place as well: the first few women can use you for free, but as you have been used more and more on a day, the price for using you will also automatically go up. When you really would be in danger, the price wouldn’t be at a realistic level anymore. You weren’t trained only to die on us. You will lend us your service for the rest of your life, and we hope this life will last for as long as possible. To accomplish this, we have a great nurse that will check on you once a week and make sure you receive the right supplements.” Ms. Ashmore’s face disappeared from my view. “I’m sure you’re tired of hearing me explain everything and I think I’ve about covered everything, so time to break you in.”

Ms. Ashmore sat down on the seat above me, and started pushing. It wasn’t long before a big turd showed itself. The smell was nauseating: even worse than Caroline’s shit. But surprisingly, when it dropped down in the back of my mouth it turned out the taste wasn’t as bad as Caroline’s shit. It didn’t taste as good as Alyssa’s shit, though (Did I just describe shit as tasting good?!). It was hard, but I managed to force the big turd down and in comparison the next few smaller turds were an easy task.

“Well done. I wish you the best of luck in your future life as a toilet and see you again soon enough.” Ms. Ashmore left, but as soon as she opened the door to the toilet room I was in, she ran into someone.
“Hi, Ms. Ashmore!”
“Oh hello, Alice. You’re here sooner than I had expected.”
“Yes, I couldn’t wait so I came early!~ Besides, it’s important to give him his first supplements as soon as possible.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

Another new face appeared above me. This time the face of a bright young girl with short blonde hair. “Hi, I’m Alice and I’ll be your nurse from now on.~ Today, I’ll give you the supplements you’ll definitely need, and from then on I will check on how you’re doing every week and add any aditional supplements if necessary. I’ll also take care of you in case of sickness. Usually, it’s best to swallow your pills with some food, but since you’re a toilet I guess I’ll just take a shit after giving them to you.~” Alice giggled. “Well, let’s get started!”

Alice dropped a couple of pills into my mouth, turned around, took of her short white dress, and sat down. She pushed and slowly but surely a dark brown turd came down. It wasn’t very big, but as it entered my mouth I could feel it was very hard. By far the hardest, most solid shit I’d eaten. It hurt to try and swallow it down, probably more than just swallowing the big pills by themself would’ve. But I knew that wasn’t the real purpose anyway…

Chapter 10: The rest of my life
Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years. Day after day I performed my ‘task’ as a toilet. Most days became routine work, but once in a while my work was made particularly hard.

For example one day when Caroline came over. Cheery as ever, and enjoying using me as much as ever. But when she was done taking a shit, she had a surprise for me. She pulled out a bloody tampon and peed on me. A little blood was mixed in, but it was nothing too bad. Until she dropped the bloody tampon in my mouth. It seemed like it hadn’t been replaced in a long time, and I had a hard time swallowing the disgusting thing. “Maybe I’ll come give you a special treat like this about once a month, from now on.~” Unfortunately, she made good on this promise.

Every friday, Heather would pay me a visit. Over the years I learned Heather was a successful business woman and made good money. For this reason, she could affort to use me even when I was so full using me would cost $100. Actually, she only used me when I was that full. She took great pleasure in using me when I was already in pain from my stretched belly, and make it even worse. For this reason she even wore a butt plug all week: Unless she had no choice, she wouldn’t poop for an entire week and then release it all in me on friday evening. How she could manage with the stomach aches she must have after not taking a shit for such a long time, I don’t know. She would sit down on me, and just keep pushing out big fat log after log. The first time she did this few times were horrible experiences for me, but over the years I have gotten a little more used to it.

One day, a petite girl with a short black bob cut came in, and didn’t even use me to defecate in. She just sat down on the toilet seat, and lit up a cigarette. She just sat there, smoking her cigarette without saying a word. Then, she slid backwards, and tapped of the ashes into the toilet: my mouth, the hot ashes burning it. She repeated this a couple of times until she was done smoking. This is when she just dropped the stub into my mouth. It sizzled in my mouth and burned my tongue. The girl just walked off without ever having said a single word to me while I waited for the stub to cool down enough for me to be able to swallow it.

During my time as a toilet in this apartment complex, I got sick a couple of times. When one of my users noticed I wasn’t doing so well, she would notify Alice, and Alice would drop by the same day. She would open the box my body was in and check everything out or take some blood samples. When she found out what was wrong with me, she would give me a shot or when possible administer additional oral medicine. One day when I was sick and particualary full, she still gave me some medicine through my mouth and shit in me to help it go down. I was almost as full as I would be on fridays after Heather gave me her weekly visit. This made me wonder how Alice could afford to pay as much to use me as Heather could. As if she read my mind, Alice answered that question for me. “Wow, you’ve really been used a lot today already. Good thing I can enter for free as your nurse.”

Another out-of-the-ordinary event was when one of the women I had somewhat gotten to know came in, seemingly in a hurry. A lot of the woman used me without saying much or anything to me, but this woman was one of the few that did talk to me a lot. Her name is Skylar and she is gorgeous. She’s tall, slightly tanned with some freckles on her perfect face, and has long blonde hair with a single colored streak, the color different almost every time she paid me a visit. She was the only one of my users that was actually nice to me. As I couldn’t speak myself, she had gone through the trouble of finding out my name herself. She would adress me as Charles and talk about herself or her day. I looked forward to her visits and couldn’t help but have somewhat of a crush on her. But this day, when she ran inside in a hurry, she didn’t say anything. She just put her face above me and started vomiting. This was the first time anyone had ever puked in me and it was yet another horrible experience. As I had gotten used to the taste of shit a little by then, this tasted a lot worse. I felt the acid liquid go down my throat as I reculently swallowed it. When she was done at last, she spoke. “Sorry about that Charles… But it turns out I’m pregnant, so I’ll probably be using you for puking in a lot in the next few months. I hope you can get used to it.” From that day on, I looked forward to Skylar’s visits a lot less.

Alyssa also visited me a few times a week. At first she would also talk to me quite a lot. A few months after I had started being a toilet here, she told me about how she and Caroline had started dating. “We only agreed I wouldn’t ‘cheat’ on you with another man”, she said. But as years went by, she talked progressively less to me, and eventually she almost never said a word to me and just used me like the object I had become.

Final chapter: Laid off
I was recently told by one of my users today is my tenth anniversary as a human toilet for the occupants of this apartment complex. Nothing can surprise me anymore, and I’ve learned to accept and at times even enjoy my situation.

It’s friday evening and Heather just did her business in me, so I’m full to the limit again. I was just about to go to sleep when I heard the door open. How is this possible?! If what I heard was correct, after Heather uses me for the steep price of $100, the price for using me skyrockets to the even more absurd price of $1000. Then Alice’s face appeard above me. That explains it, she can use me for free.

“Hi, I know this is not our usual day and time for check-ups, but I was asked to check on you.” She kneeled down and looked at me. “Hmm, yes, looks like you need some additional medication.” Huh? She didn’t check my body, she didn’t perform any tests, but just looked at my face a few seconds and decided I need medicine? What’s going on..?

Alice dropped some pills in my mouth and stood up, about to turn around. I can’t handle any more shit than this! I looked at her with pleading eyes, but she didn’t (or pretended not to) notice and turned around. For the first time in a long time, I’m scared by a woman’s butt sitting down on the toilet seat above me and the descending poop a while later. In tears because of the pain, I tried to eat as much as I could, but unfortunately I just couldn’t get the last piece stuffed into my stomach. This one piece is stuck in my throat now, unable to go either up because of my trained anti-gag reflex, or down because of my bloated stomach. Will my stomach even be able to digest everything before tomorrow morning when it’s stretched to its limit like this?! But Alice is a nurse… She should notice the pain I’m in from my face when she looks down at me one more time before she leaves, as she always does. Ah, there it is, she’s looking! But there’s no gasp of a nurse noticing her patient is in pain… But a giggle. A giggle, and the scariest words I’ve ever heard: “It’s been a pleasure taking care of you all this time. Too bad tonight will be your last night.”

I don’t know why that terrified me as much as it did, but I have a very bad feeling about this. This feeling was confirmed when a few minutes later the door opened yet again… And Alyssa’s face appeared above me. How could Alyssa afford to visit me at a price like this?!

“Hello slave.” She began. “You must be wondering how I can afford the $1000 price it costs just to use you right now.” She stopped talking for a while, as if expecting me to talk even though I can’t. “As you might know, today is your tenth anniversary here. To thank me for helping the occupants of this building get this facility, some of the girls decided to give me a present. They asked me if I had anything I wanted, and I did. One last wish to truly fulfill my kink. So the girls all pitched in so I could use you after Heather. And to make sure you would be extra full when it was my turn, we asked Alice to go before me.” Alyssa turned around and sat down on me.

She can’t be serious… I’m full! Nothing could possibly fit anymore, it will just accumulate inside the toilet bowl above my mouth… And it did. Because my nose isn’t inside the bowl itself like in the toilet box back at Alyssa and mine’s apartment, I can still breath. What is the purpose of this? This is Alyssa’s final dream? To get me as full as possible with shit and make me eat more shit as soon as some space has freed up in my stomach? I can do that… Because even after all this, I can’t deny I still have some feelings for her. She’s obviously gotten a little older in these past 10 years, but not even slightly less beautiful.

Alyssa stood up, wiped her bottom, pulled up her panties and skirt, and turned around. “And now we wait.” Wait? For what…?

It took me a while, but when I remembered my heart stopped for a while: the system that forces poop down in case I can’t swallow it myself. It had activated in the past, but only in the first few months when I still had to get used to swallowing without chewing. No wonder I forgot. Then I heard the vaguely familiar sound of the system activating. No!! At this rate, I will die! My stomach will explode! The platform slid out, and started pressing down, forcing the poop inside my throat.

As the pain kept increasing, Alyssa’s face became redder and redder. A wicked smile appeared on her face. “It’s been so long… At first I thought I would have to keep this dirty fantasy of pooping inside a man a secret for my entire life. But then… I discovered your dirty fantasies and took my chance to fulfill my fantasies. Slowly but surely, I was able to enact all of them on you. And now, all these years later, it’s finally time to fulfill that last fantasy… To kill you by blowing up your stomach with an enormous amount of shit.”

This is it… I’m really going to die. How did it get to this? At what point should I’ve made a run for it? Or should I’ve never tried to fulfill my own fantasies at all? Or maybe… I was doomed from the very moment I saw this shy girl walk in campus and fell in love with her instantly all those years ago. Pain like I’d never felt before erupted from my stomach, and then everything went black. The final words I heard were “Goodbye, my disgusting toilet.”

As I heard him explode, heard him die… I came. The ultimate sexual experience I had been looking for my entire adult life. And it was every bit as satisfying as I’d imagined. So this is it… Was this the last time I would do something like this? I walked outside to greet Caroline with a kiss.
“Is he…?”
“Yeah.”
“How was it?”
“The best experience of my life. It was so good, I can’t wait to get upstairs and make love to you one more time…”
“One more time?”
“Before we start your training.”
“W-what…?”
I Guess it won’t be the last time.

The end.

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This is a fictional story, based on true events.

My cousin Kelly & I have always been…..flirty. We used 2 play, ‘show & tell’ when we were like, 5 or 6. When we got 2 be teens there were a cpl times she sat on my lap. 1ce because there was no room in the backseat, (actually I think I was about 14 then, she’d been about 12) & 1ce on our grandmothers porch swing when she did it 4 the shiggles of it. I got hard both times & both times she looked at me & smiled. Then 1ce sitting on a graveyard wall behind our grandma’s house she just blurted out, “Well, I suck dick now.” All I could think was a wish that she’d practice on me. Of COURSE I didn’t verbalize it. (dumbass)
Flash forward about 20 yrs. Kelly & I have remained close all this time. Even still a little flirty at times. Sometimes when we’d go out 2 smoke during the Christmas get 2gether, we’d stand….oddly, close. A couple times she’d asked me 2 put my arm around her 2 protect her from the cold….& a cpl times I did it 4 the shiggles of it.Of course around the corner of the house out of any1 elses’ view. Then there was last Nov. when I “accidentally” sent her a cell phone pic of my cock. (Which btw she didn’t freak out about, accepted the “accident” as meaning 2 send it 2 my gf 4 a Christmas card. Pretty sure she knew I didn’t have a gf.)
Well, about 4months ago I had 2 make a trip 2 her place. (u don’t need 2 know why) I hadn’t actually thought about her, really, sexually, in a while but when I walked in that all changed. GRANTED, it was 8:30ish, in the am, so she might have been wearing what she slept in, but then again she knew I was coming over. When I walked in there stood my cousin in nothing but an over-sized (4 her) wife-beater that stopped just below her waist and a pair of pale pink thong panties. My cock immediately stood up and paid attention.
I guess at this point I should describe Kelly. She’s about 5’4″ roughly 110 lbs. Wavy, dark blonde hair just past her shoulders green eyes, like mine, and probably a small b-cup set of titties with her nipples poking through her shirt.
She acted pretty non-chalant about the way she was dressed and just told me 2 sit on the couch. She sat beside me with 1 knee up on the couch and her other foot on the floor, allowing a good look between her legs.(which I’m now sure was intentional) so I could see the wet spot in her light pink panties. She had evidently had something on her mind well b4 I showed up, & was apparently eager 2 show me. I figured the hell with it and positioned myself so that my hard-on was evident. I saw her eyes lower and her smile b4 she started talking. (again, none of ur concern) After we finished she asked me if I wanted a drink. “Sure, I’ll take a coke if u have 1.” She had other ideas.
I watched as she took the mixers out of the fridge and fixed a very tall Long Island Iced Tea. I thought it was a bit early 4 that, but then again, I wasn’t exactly thinking with the head on my shoulders. I took the offered drink & sat back, my hard-on plain through my shorts. As we sat and sipped, (well, I sipped, she pretty much gulped down her 1st & started on a 2nd) 3 things became very obvious 2 me. 1. the neck of her wife-beater had been cut out, making the tops of her tits all the more visible(as if her nipples weren’t already). 2. the wet spot in her panties was….well, wetter. 3. she was trying 2 make both very obvious 2 me, with the way she’d lean down 4 a view of her tits or lean back so I could see her panties.
I couldn’t help myself anymore as my hard-on was becoming uncomfortable so I had 2 adjust myself. I tried 2 be coy about it but when I did she immediately responded with a smile and kinda sarcastically, “Damn, Scott. That because of me?” & then a bit more seductively, biting her lower lip, “Or 4 me?” I felt totally flushed. I know my face was as red as the head of my cock but I figured there was no more point in bullshitting around the situation. I finally took a deep breath and the best smile I could muster said, “I guess it’s a little of both Kelly.”
She reached over with her right hand and began stroking my cock when she said, “U know this has been coming 4 a long time right?” she asked between breaths. “I really hadn’t thought about it in a while till u sent me that picture of ur dick. I’ve been thinking about it almost non-stop since.” I saw her left hand then begin rubbing the moist spot in her panties and reached behind her head and pulled her mouth 2 mine, kissing her deeply. Not at all like cousins should kiss, but a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues exploring each others mouths probing a lil deeper each second, her right hand rubbing furiously against my hard cock then her left finding it’s way 2 her pussy. I still had 1 hand behind her head but as I moved my lips from her mouth 2 her neck the other joined hers on her pussy. As soon as my hand clasped over hers, she raised her hips & 2gether we slid her panties off. What I saw was quite a surprise, I always actually pictured in my head her having a really hairy pussy, but what I saw barely had any at all on it. More or less like 3 or 4 days worth of growth, like she just hadn’t gotten around 2 shaving it. She saw my expression & must have known what I was thinking. “I got….inspired, bout a year ago.” “Inspired by what?” I asked. “Taylor don’t have any hair on her pussy so I decided 2 try it myself.”
HOLY SHIT, TAYLOR. Kelly’s 10 yr. old daughter who it just dawned on me was staying with her 4 the summer and I guessed was still sleeping in her bed. I couldn’t help myself but had 2 ask. “How do u know?” The easy answer would have been 4 her 2 tell me that she’d just seen her get out of the bath, or that, DUH, she was 10. But her answer was nowhere near either. She leaned back on the couch opening her pussy 4 me & told me,”Because Scott, I’ve seen it….” she paused 4 a second, “up close &” another slight pause with a lick of her lips & a smile, “personal.” HOLY SHIT I thought. Again. At 1st I had worried what would happen if Taylor walked in & caught us. It wouldn’t be like her catching her mom fucking some random guy. She was familiar with me, knew we were related. Then I realised silently that Kelly’s pussy was nothing Taylor hadn’t seen b4. I usually have about a 7 inch cock, I would swear it grew an extra inch at that thought. I knew 4 sure it felt like the skin stretched tighter than it had ever been b4.
I didn’t ask any questions, I figured I could get them answered later. Kelly then pulled off her loose fitting wife-beater exposing her beautiful little(ish) titties and her perfect little red nipples sticking straight out.I pull my shirt off and Kelly’s mouth is on 1 of my nipples. She strokes my cock a lil more b4 fumbling with my pants button. I pull her back and placed my mouth over her left tit and finished the job of removing everything from the waist down. While I sucked on 1st, her left tit then moved 2 her right, my right hand found it’s way 2 her wet hole. At 1st I rubbed my fingers up & down her slit b4 inserting my 1st & middle fingers inside her, while using my thumb 2 massage her stiff clit. I continued going back & forth between her tits while she leaned her head back and let out a huge moan.
After a cpl minutes of fingering and tit sucking she pulled my face 2 hers 4 another long kiss. She then moved her mouth back 2 my chest and switched between my nipples 4 a minute b4 starting downward. As she kissed my belly and stroked my cock I heard a door open. I leaned my head back 2 see Taylor dressed in nothing but a little pair of white cotton panties. She evidently slept with no top on, (something I’m guessing Kelly taught her.) her little barely A cup titties showing 4 the world. She already seemed wide awake & very aware of what was happening in front of her, evidenced by the little damp spot in her panties. B4 I could say anything, let alone protest, while my eyes were still locked on the practically naked princess behind me, I felt kelly’s mouth surround my cock. I looked down at the back of my 1st cousins head bobbing up and down then quickly back at my younger cousin, her daughter 2 c her reaction. I thought 4 a brief second that Kelly may not have heard the door or knew her little girl was in the room but that doubt quickly passed when I saw Taylor had pulled her panties off & was tugging on her own nipples, what looked 2 be almost painfully. But the look on her face was sheer enjoyment. I felt Kelly’s tongue sliding up and down the length of my cock when I looked back down 2 see her look up & smile. “That feel good?” she asked. “Hell yes!” She cocked her head 2 her daughter, “Look good?” she laughed a lil. What was I gonna do, lie? “Hell yes!” was my reply again. Kelly went back 2 sucking me while I watched Taylor still tugging at her nipples tho she had moved 2 the chair a few feet away. I took inspiration from her and reached below Kelly’s chin & began tugging at my balls. I almost lost control and warned her as such. “Give me a minute or 2 2 calm down.” “Yea,” she said with a smile, “I get that.” While I laid my head back and caught my breath I looked back over at Taylor. She was still using 1 hand 2 practically pull her nipples off & the other had made it’s way 2 her little bald slit. As she rubbed herself she let out a long gasp and finally spoke. “Mommy, u said u’d show me how.” “How what?” I asked. Instead of Kelly, Taylor answered. “She said she’d show me how 2 suck, how 2 REALLY suck. Besides a banana or dildo.” “& I will.” Kelly replied, almost angrily. Taylor just flopped back in2 the big chair, clearly frustrated but still with her hand on her pussy. She wasn’t really playing with it anymore, just a lil rub every few seconds. “I’m sorry hon,” Kelly said, “u mad at mommy?” Kelly pouted her bottom lip and taylor grinned, then laughed. “Come here sweetie.” Taylor got up and walked over 2 her mom. Kelly stuck her bottom lip out again and Taylor took it between her lips, sucking on it lightly. Kelly then used her upper lip 2 tug on her daughters. Their mouths parted and I saw their tongues begin playing b4 their mouths closed on each other. They kissed 4 a good while, every now & then breaking 4 air with me getting another good look at their intertwined tongues. “I will show u baby,” Kelly finally said, “u’ve just gotta be patient.” “U’ve been showin me how 2 play with & eat pussy 4 over a year, I wanna suck a dick.” “I’ll tell u what, show ur cousin how u eat pussy, & I’ll try & get u a good cock 2 practice on.” This seemed 2 at least momentarily sate her as she quickly buried her face in her mommy’s soaked pussy. I sat up on the arm of the couch. All I could see was Taylors dark hair moving around on her mom, and her lil ass sticking up in the air. But Kelly’s moans were all I needed 2 tell me the story 4 the moment. I saw Kelly place her hand on the back of Taylors head as she began 2 thrust in2 her face and I knew she was cumming. She let out a shriek, “Oh,…oh fuck……oh YES!!!!!” Taylor raised up & kissed her mom again, Kelly then licked her cum off Taylors chin & lips, then pushed her back 2 her pussy. “Oh Taylor, my baby.” She began moaning again and between them motioned 4 me 2 come around where I could see. Sure enough Taylors tongue was hard at work going between Kelly’s clit and inside her. Kelly continued 2 grind her baby’s face then caught me eye 2 eye. She looked down at the lovely pre-teen whose face was buried between her legs then mouthed the most amazing thing I’d ever…..not, heard. “Would u let her suck u?” I didn’t have the tact 2 answer silently & just blurted, “Fuck, yes I will.”
My cock was already near Kelly’s head and she gently pushed me down even with Taylor’s head which was still licking up mommy juice. She then put her right hand on my ass and used her left 2 lift up her daughters head & turn it towards me and saying, “Here it is, suck it.” Taylor looked up at me with a literal, wide eyed innocense, like she wasn’t exactly sure if she should. Kelly told her softly, “It’s ok baby, he wants it.” I added equally as softly, “Go ahead Taylor, I’d be honored 2 be the 1st cock in ur mouth.” She then seemed 2 lose any inhibitions she might have had and wrapped 1 small hand around my cock & began 2 lick it from about midway 2 the head and back again. She repeated this several times, me & Kelly both looking on in awe, b4 stopping at the tip and wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked lightly on the head 4 a few seconds b4 taking a cpl inches in2 her mouth. She sucked on those 2 inches a few times b4 releasing me & saying, “This is harder than with a toy.” “It’s ok hon, ur doing wonderful.” Kelly assured her. She raised up 2 sit on the couch and took me in her tiny hand again. Then taking a deep breath she decided 2 get bold. She practically forced over 3 inches in2 her mouth b4 sliding her lips back up, then about 4 inches, her lips slid back up and another release. She seemed a lil frustrated. “I can get almost a whole 7 inch dildo down…..” Her lips slid over my cock again. Again 4 inches and back up. Kelly reminded her 2 relax her throat, then took my cock from Taylor. Kelly’s lips wrapped around my head, then with both hands on my ass took me slowly so taylor could see, all the way down. Her lips slid up, then all the way again. And again b4 releasing me & handing me back over 2 her kid. “Remember, relax.” Taylor did as her mom had done and placed her hands on my ass, wrapped her lips over my cock-head, & took the previous 4 inches easier than b4, I felt her breathe out through her nose b4 trying a little more, then a little more. Soon I was sure she had a full 6 inches down her throat. I leaned my head back and felt her lips slide back up my shaft, b4 taking me again. She repeated this several times, each time seemingly getting easier 4 her, & definitely more pleasurable 4 me. When she did stop 4 good I saw Kelly hugging her close then kiss her again, tasting her cousins cock on her daughters breath.
I sat on the other side of Taylor & let my hand find it’s way 2 her wet, hairless cunt while she continued 2 kiss her mother. My finger found her tight little hole & she broke the kiss from Kelly and turned 2 me. I told her she did an excellent job, then she reached behind my head 4 our own kiss. I continued 2 finger her little hole, while our tongues explored each others, when suddenly she broke. I looked and saw Kelly sucking on her left nipple practically trying 2 tear it away between her teeth. She had put a hand behind her mother’s head while she continued 2 nibble so I just joined in taking her other perky little nipple in2 my mouth. We continued the sucking till Kelly finally stopped & told Taylor 2 move 2 1 end of the couch.
While Taylor leaned against 1 couch arm, I leaned against the other. Kelly straddled me, facing her daughter & guided my cock in2 her sopping wet hole. She guided it in easily and the feeling when my cock fully penetrated her was, well….indescribable. I reached around pinching Kelly’s nipples like she was sucking on Taylors. She began sliding up and down my cock feeling her slippery cunt against it. I couldn’t see Taylor but knew she was playing with her pussy watching mommy get fucked from the noises she was making. Kelly then just began grinding her hips against mine in rythm with my thrusts. I heard Taylor say she wanted 2 do that, but I don’t think Kelly did because her orgasms were coming hard and coming fast. Over and over she convulsed, her pussy tightening around my cock until at least 4 had taken her. When they subsided she fell over putting her hands down 2 catch her fall. I pushed her off me long enough to get on all 4’s b4 plunging in2 her again from behind. I could now clearly see Taylor rubbing her little clit furiously and like her mother b4, cumming over & over again. Kelly then grabbed her daughter by the ankle & pulled her close enough that she could bury her face in her daughter’s cunt. I watched my cousin eat her daughter’s pussy while I pounded away from behind, knowing i couldn’t last much longer.
I grabbed Kelly by her hair, jerking her mouth off her daughters’ pussy & pulled out. My 1st shot landed from her chin 2 her forehead. She then opened up & took about 2 inches in her mouth, using her hand 2 milk the last 3 shots. When I was spent, she opened her mouth 2 show me what she had, then turned 2 her baby girl.
When they kissed u could see the cum seeping between their mouths. Taylor curled her nose up at 1st, & I think tried 2 pull away, but mommy held firm. Soon the cum was dripping between them landing on their chests & bellies. When they did part, cum was all around both their mouths & all over their chins. Kelly swallowed the last bit in her mouth, & Taylor, mimicking her did the same. Taylor then whispered something I couldn’t hear in2 her mothers ear & all Kelly did was laugh a lil & say, “Maybe.”

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Lil glares at Rose and Rose’s parents are none the wiser.

POV: Lil

“Rose!” Kate yelled from the table facing Rose’s room. “Dinner is ready!”

I suddenly peeked towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms and instantly began licking my lips. ‘Now the twenty-year-old goddess is coming,’ I thought before my right hand nonchalantly made the trip under my skirt.

I just sat there with my eyes on the 6 x 10-foot opening, awaiting Rose’s arrival.

‘There she is, a dazzling brunette, with great breasts, a perfect smile and of course that phenomenal body. That one that made my hand come in my panties, and is making me vibrate now,’ I thought as she walked into the dining room with us. ‘Oh, Kate, you gave birth to one sexy chick,’ I thought before I drooled a little bit.

“Hey, Mom, hey, Dad,” she greeted them before she sat down across from me. “And hi, Lil, how are you doing?” she pondered, peeking at me.

‘Quit staring at her tits, stop it,’ I thought, biting my lip.

Then my head slanted up. “I’m fine, Rose, you are looking good.”

“Yes, that’s the word that fits here,” Chase pointed out, glancing at her. “Hun, are you really gonna sit at the dinner table with a guest wearing a tank top and gym shorts? Can’t you put a t-shirt on, at least for Lil’s sake? She is like a second mom to you, so go put something on, Rose.”

“Dad,” Rose whined, looking at him. “Lil has seen me slightly underdressed before; it isn’t anything to get upset about, okay? It is not like I’m making her feel uncomfortable. You let your guard down when it comes to family, even though she isn’t genetically related to me, I don’t kiss her ass or treat her differently from mom.”

I viewed her crack again. ‘I’m not uncomfortable, none whatsoever, in fact, Chase. Your daughter is one sexy chick, and I love seeing whatever skin she wants to show it. Hell, I’m even okay with her showing a little more. I understand why you don’t like seeing her dressed like that, but I certainly love the sight sitting a few feet in front of me,’ I thought before I squinted at her boobs. ‘Shucks, she is one lucky bitch. I’ve never even been with a woman, but yet, I’m rubbing my pussy with both of your parents just within sniffing distance of me.’

“Well, Lil?” Kate asked in a tone while glancing at me. “Do you have anything to say?”

I gazed at her for a moment as neither of us spoke a word. Although, Kate moved her head towards Rose a couple of times.

I studied Rose for another moment and did my best not to cheese. ‘I can only guess she wants me to say something negative about Rose’s outfit, but to hell with that. Fuck me; I want your daughter so badly right now, Kate. I don’t think I’ll ever tell you or her about my lust, but every time I see her, I seem to want her a little more.’

“Lil, are you going to say something to your goddaughter?” Chase groaned.

I swallowed as I bit down on my bottom lip for a moment. I peeked at both Chase and Kate a couple of times, but then my eyes landed back on Rose. I found her to be unphased; she just ate the spaghetti as if there was no elephant in the room.

‘Does she know I want her? How else would she be so calm right now?’ I thought, continuing to rub my cherry. “I think Rose should only wear her blue tank top and red gym shorts if she is comfortable in them. Even if I’m technically a guest here in this house, I don’t think she should have to dress up on my behalf,” I mentioned before my eyes settled on Rose. “She is an adult in college now, and I think you two should at least respect her choice in clothes while she is just here at home,” I said while breathing heavily.

“Ha, you see, Mom and Dad, Lil understands,” Rose said before she took another bite. “I’m sure Maria dresses like me now and then.”

Everyone stayed silent for a moment, but my hand never stopped moving. My mouth opened up a bit, but I kept a somewhat low profile.

“Fine,” Kate murmured, sitting back. “You are lucky I love you, Rose.”

“I know,” Rose agreed, prior to looking at me. “Hey, Lil, my mom told me that she gave me my name because you brought her red roses? And you were the first one to bring her something in the hospital, even before my grandma?”

“When she came to see Maria for the first time, she didn’t bring me anything though, so I just named her after her grandma, but yes, that story is true. I thought she was nuts, but you are her daughter, and you just as special as the best looking and smelling rose in the world.”

Rose’s eyebrows went up, and she leaned back a bit too. I nearly thought I pressed a wrong button, but then she calmly stood up and came to me.

“Thank you,” she said before she encased her arms around me. 

“Your welcome,” I stated, returning the favor.

We held each other for a moment, but said nothing after that.

‘Shit, shit, shit, my panties completely soaked, and I think some juice might be leaking off the chair too. Damn, this sensual young woman is doing things to me. Crap, what if I act on my desires and I mess things up with everyone in this room?’ 

She delivered a peck on my cheek and sat back down.

I let out an extra deep breath. “Fudge,” I muttered as softly as possible. “I just came.”

I felt a full body high with them all still there. I wasn’t sure if anyone had their eyes on me, but I did my best not to give myself away. It came as no easy task, but I calmly let my hand out of my panties and brought my hand into the light.

‘Chase is spouting off about something as Rose and Kate have their eyes on him, so I’ll nonchalantly let my fingers into my mouth,’ I thought, prior to doing it. ‘Now I’m sucking off all my of juice as they seem to have no idea of my actions. The best juice comes from my fantasy with Rose.’

I let my fingers out a moment later, but then I glanced at Rose. Her eyes met mine, and she smirked at me. Not a naughty smile, but like a sweet one. I was completely unsure if it meant anything, but she had me more than curious.

She broke eye contact with me, but I brought my fingers to my lips. ‘Crud, what if I freaked her out though? She could know I was masturbating, and maybe she didn’t actually like it. Damn, but I could be paranoid now.’

She seemed okay, but whether she was faking it or not, I had no idea. Chase and Kate went back and forth for the rest of the meal, and Rose did make eye contact with me several times over that time too.

I fought the urge to let my hand back into my panties again, but then I got up. “Thanks for the meal, Kate,” I said, peeking at her.

“Fuck, you are practically part of the family, Lil. These two know how much I love cooking without making a dime, you don’t need to thank me. The Roses said it all, so you don’t need to thank me.”

“Okay, but would it be okay if I took a shower? My water heater is busted.”

“Yes, take forty minutes if you want, babe. Did you get enough to eat though, you only had one plate?”

I bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds, and I saw Rose for a split second. “Yeah, I’m good, thank you,” I replied before I headed into the hallway.

I hurried as quickly as I could without running. I certainly didn’t want to make the floor creak, but I quickly made my way into the bathroom.

I went in and shut the door. “Shit, Rose might know that I want to get right between her legs and eat her out,” I moaned, turning around and pressing my backside against the door. “She really got my slit wet, damn, it was inappropriate for her to wear those clothes to dinner, but I wasn’t about to tell Kate and Chase that she should put better clothes on,” I let out, prior to lifting my skirt again and letting my hand into my panties. “Who knows, maybe a cute twenty-year-old light brunette would be interested in an older dark brunette. I have bigger cans and a pretty face, just like her. Maybe she’d be open to at least experiment. She could be interested somewhat in seeing if she just might like girls. There is only one way to find out,” I moaned, caressing my twat. “I feel weird, but I can’t just stop. Whether she wanted to or not, Rose made my heart blossom with lust and love for her. I can’t justify it correctly, but it seems to be eating me up inside now. My water heater is working perfectly; I just had to get some privacy.”

I rubbed my cherry fiercely for a few moments as I could only hear myself breathing, rubbing my lips down there and my back scrubbing the door. As time went on, my hand went faster, as if a faster orgasm meant a better one.

It really felt like it was just about being anxious and ready for her. I knew everything I’d ever want to do with her if I ever got the chance. So, it was just a matter of that awkward time when I had to tell her I wanted her.

“I want you so badly, Rose, but I just can’t tell you. I would rock your world in bed, and make you one sexier woman ready to please any woman you could ever get your hands on, including me. I’d eat that sweet pussy for you and drink every single ounce of juice you could let out. I’ve never eaten a snatch before, but I’m more than confident I’d make you love me as a lover. I’m more than positive, you adorable angel.”

My mouth opened wide and I undid my skirt. It fell right off, and then I closed the gap between me and the sink. I slanted my body down and let my free hand down. I grabbed onto the end tightly and held it.

I stuck a couple of fingers up into my slit. “Yes, I’m almost there, Rose,” I moaned, moving my fingers even faster.

My entire body shook, and I felt like I just got out of the shower. I hadn’t been in there yet, but I needed to get myself off thinking about Rose’s sweet body and mine together. I failed to utter another word for another moment, but then there was a knock at the door.

“Lil,” Rose called out, knocking. “I don’t hear the water running, and I need to use the bathroom.”

“Shit,” I whispered, prior to going to the shower. “Yes, I’m just about to get in, just wait a minute.”

“Okay.”

I bit my bottom lip and clenched my fists. I didn’t know what to do exactly, but I just stripped and hurried right into the shower. I turned on the water and shut the clear, but blurry door. Shortly after that, I heard the door open.

I licked my lips as I looked at the door. ‘There Rose is, I’m naked, and she is in the same room as me.’

I knew she could peek right back at me, so I made sure not to stare. Although, I did notice that she pushed her shorts down and sat down on the toilet. My figure vibrated even more than when I was masturbating a couple of minutes ago.

I felt the urge to put my hand right back on my pussy, but I resisted in attempts not to give myself away. I just washed my hair for a moment as Rose did her business. After I rinsed it, my eyes went back to her and then she rose up.

So I had to look away as I heard the toilet flush. I just clenched my fists again, and my feet began tapping the floor as I just waited for the ravishing woman to leave. Although, after a full minute as she flushed, I noticed she was still there. I kept my eyes off her and tried to remain cool.

It came as no easy task, but I waited for another moment before I had to glance again. ‘I think she is underdressed and standing right in front of the shower. Why is she doing that? Crap, maybe she does know about my crush.’

“Hey, Lil?” she asked.

I covered my face with both palms for a few seconds, but let them slide down. I felt my heart beating incredibly fast, and I nearly thought a heart attack was approaching. I swallowed once and calmly grabbed the door.

I slid it open enough for my head to poke out. “Rose, why are you just in your bra and panties?”

She just smiled and stood there for a moment. I couldn’t help, but to examine her figure and lust after it like the horny chick I was.

“So, were you actually just masturbating, thinking about me, Lil?”

I failed to utter a word, but my tongue and lips said everything. I couldn’t stop myself to save my life, she just put herself out there, and I had to take advantage.

“You are eyeballing my boobs now, Lil, are you a lesbian? Does Maria know?”

“No, but those much bigger and sexier up close and without that top,” I muttered, ogling them.

No one said a word for another moment, but then I felt her palms come onto my cheeks. She angled my head back up and calmly brought her hands back. Her eyebrows went up, and she nodded once.

The whole time, I just breathed heavily and fought the urge to attack her. “You aren’t going to tell your mom, are you?”

“About you masturbating thinking about me a few minutes ago, eye fucking me at the table or about you doing it now?”

“All of the above.”

She shook her head no, and she brought her face close to mine. I had no clue what idea she had in mind, but she stopped only a couple of inches in front of me.

‘Does she want me to kiss her? I can’t just do that, what if it is a trap? She could tell her mom, and then there’d be this giant odd wedge between us,’ I thought, licking my lips. ‘On the other hand, what if she is at least interested in finding out if she likes me?’

“Lil, I know you are like a second mom to me, but this is where you kiss me.”

I failed to think any further, I just opened the door up entirely and pressed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure how long she was going to let me go, but I just went for it.

‘Holy shit, I’m kissing her now.’

After forty seconds, she gently pushed me off her. “I knew it; you want to fuck the shit out of me, don’t you?”

I just took an extra deep inhale, followed by an exhale a moment later. “You could say that, Rose. May I please you without that cute pink bra and panty set?”

“Sorry, Lil, you have to take me out to dinner first,” she broke the news, backing away somewhat.

I bit down on my bottom lip and glanced at her bosoms. “When and where, Rose?” I pondered, looking back at her face.

“No, Lil, that was a joke,” she objected, putting her hands up. “We can’t get involved. I’m not even really into girls, but you are stunning,” she complimented me, checking out my body. “Even if I was a lesbo, you are still you. I’ve known you my whole life, so there is a lot of conflicted emotions there, but I had to confirm my suspicions though. You can’t get away with leering at me so many times, I’ve caught you over ten different times just in the past month. If you are curious, I suggest you find someone else to be sure. Ask one of Maria’s friends.”

I stayed silent for a few seconds, and I found myself tingling a bit inside. “Then why dare I ask: did you let me kiss you?”

“Well, you being like an aunt or second mom to me did get you that benefit,” she replied before she leaned down to grab her clothes. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she assured me before she glanced down. “And I wasn’t full of shit: you do have a dazzling body, Lil.”

“Thank you.”

She went to the door, and my eyes were pasted to her like white on rice. She turned around and peeked back at me again. I thought she’d say something, but then her right hand went to her back. I immediately felt some juice flow down my legs as I saw her bra slowly come off.

“I take it that you like my melons,” she pointed out before she jiggled them around.

“I do,” I answered, nodding.

She stood there for another moment and let me soak in her knockers anyway. I wasn’t sure why she let me see them, but I just enjoyed the view.

“Wow, you have a perfect formula for a great rack, Rose. Your boobs are perfectly sized for her body and perfect pink nipples too.”

She giggled and then she put her top back on. “Have fun playing with your bald pussy, Lil,” she said before she began to turn away.

“Wait.”

“What?” she wondered, peeking back.

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. “May I please see your pussy?”

“Not right now, but never say never,” she said before she blew me a kiss and disappeared out into the hallway.

I immediately closed the shower door and leaned back on the side wall. “Fuck me, did that just happen?” I asked myself before a pause where I closed my eyes. “Yep, it happened. Those tits are tattooed in my head now,” I murmured before I placed my hand back onto my slit. “If you wanted to give me masturbation material, you did well, goddaughter,” I moaned before I began playing with my twat.

She was already in my system, but her actions suddenly made her spread throughout my body like a sexual virus. I didn’t know what to make of it all, but I was indeed happy at the moment.

“Yes, I’ll lick those nipples for you, Rose. I’ll do it, just say the word.”

My back rubbed onto the wall again, and I felt my whole body become weak. I leaned down as already became challenging to stay upright. I was just too busy assaulting my cherry even to care that she had me under her spell.

Even with the hot water splashing me, I knew for sure that I was letting out my juice rapidly and I was getting hotter than hell. Everything and nothing seemed to be wrong. I knew because of our relationship, it was screwed up, but her allowing me to see her made it alight.

“Yes, I want to do it with you, Rose. I want to get you in bed and keep you in it for over a week straight. I’ll eat your pussy, scissor with you, fuck you with a strap-on and everything else I’ve seen in porn. Even if neither one of us is lesbians, I’ll make sure we’re both down with the pussy by the time we walk out of the bedroom.”

I spouted off endless sexy things about her, as I came several times. I didn’t seem to have a goal in mind; I just wanted her in my mind for as long as possible. Regardless of what it meant exactly, I was more than okay thinking of her in that way.

I fingered myself over and over again as I just maintained the exact position. The water became cool after a while, but it didn’t phase me. I never opened my eyes either, but I made sure to keep my ears open in case someone came in or knocked.

“Shit!” I cried, hitting the side wall. “I must fuck that bitch. I gotta have her at least once if only to get her out of my system. I want to see her pussy now, along with the rest of her naked body. Shit, she is beautiful in every sense of the word, and having sex with her would just be own personal heaven.”

I got out a few minutes later, dried off and got dressed too. I didn’t even bother saying goodbye to anyone; I just needed to get out of there for the time being. Maybe I was afraid that I was too horny then, or it’d just be too obvious what my feelings were for Rose.

Anyway, I went home and headed straight to my bedroom. “Fuck me, Rose is ravishing,” I muttered, walking in there. “She looks even better than Kate did at that age,” I said as I began to strip.

As I got down to my bra and panties, I strolled to my mirror. “I think I’m sexy, and I know I could surely attract a lesbian if I tried. I just know it: Rose would love me even more if she gave me the chance to pleasure her. I know she must be at least slightly curious, considering she let me kiss her,” I explained before a pause. “Shit, there has got to be a way to appeal to her. In one way or another, I’ll find it.”

I went to my bed and turned on my laptop. I licked my lips as I knew what I wanted to do.

“Here is Pornhub and now let’s go the lesbian category,” I whispered before the cursor went over a few different videos as my left-hand dove into my panties. “I might not see Rose naked here, but I will see some other beautiful nude ladies play with each other,” I moaned before I began rubbing my slit.

My eyes went over the pictures for the videos several times as I seemed to enter a dream-like state within only a few seconds.

I stopped on one. “Oh, that’s a sexy MILF with a young woman. I can see the young thing on her stomach eating out the elegant MILF. I can’t resist,” I whispered before I clicked on the link.

I put the laptop next to me and lied down on my back. My hand never vacated my underwear, and my eyes never looked away from the screen.

“And there is the older woman: a sexy black haired chick with big tits, which is nothing to dislike. She is stripping now and letting me see her rocking breasts and her somewhat hairy pussy too,” I pointed out before a pause. “I guess they want me to see her entire body before the younger woman comes in there.”

I examined the high thirtyish MILF for a moment while I could as I never halted my pleasing. I bit down on my bottom lip and felt some drops of sweat coming down my forehead.

“And there is the young woman, and she is just in a white tank top and red gym shorts, but I can’t get a good look at her face. Now, of course, the MILF covered up, and now they have to talk a bit before they get busy. Even in porn, I couldn’t just expect them to have sex right away. It is alright ladies, the MILF is sexy, and now I need to see that charming younger chick,” I moaned before another pause. “How is it so hot? Why does chick on chick sex arouse me so much? Now you are kissing, good. Show me your cute face down, woman.”

I saw the older woman push the other down on the bed. “Holy shit, that’s Rose.”

“Strip me now, older, but splendid woman,” Rose said in the video.

My eyes nearly felt like they were about to fall out as I saw the MILF heading to Rose’s shorts. In less than twenty seconds, I saw a completely naked Rose on my computer screen. I couldn’t help, but to shove my fingers up into my twat.

“You bullshitter, I can’t believe what I see right now. You are getting eaten out by a MILF right now. She looks to be around my age too, but yet you said you weren’t a lesbian. You lying tart, I know I’m incredibly turned on right now, but you have me pissed off right now too,” I ranted before I opened my mouth completely.

I masturbated countless times in the shower, but then I suddenly had this visual to go along with my mind. It went from paradise to like super heaven so to speak in a minute. I could see all of Rose’s naked goodness and even just on a computer screen; it was flawless.

I gratified myself as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t help it, but as I watched Rose jiggling around as the MILF fucked the hell out of her, nothing else mattered again. Rose planted her seed in my body, and the video made it morph into the sexiest virus imaginable.

My hand felt like it had a spike in it, but considering what the cause of it was, I loved it and just kept going at it. I perceived to be in a hot tub, just steaming a bit and covered in sweat too. I tried to breathe normally, but my masturbating priority was compromising that.

“Yes, yes, yes, Rose, now you’re pleasuring that old skank with your mouth,” I moaned, bringing the laptop a little closer to me. “You damn hussy, you are a lesbo, you are going to town on that pussy like it is an all-you-eat buffet. Holy shit, I already thought you were a beauty, but now I don’t even know what to think. I might be obsessed with you now, you have managed to mind fuck me. You did it without even knowing about it. Shit, I love you, Rose. You just a witch wrapped in an angel, but I feel those feelings now. They might just be purely sexual, but they are there now, gorgeous wench. I will get you into bed come hell or high water.”

I bit my lips, slathered them and sucked on them too. Even though I got myself off frequently, I was just out on another endless masturbation session. I saw the progress bar on the video coming towards the end, but I knew I was gonna hit the ‘reset’ button.

Seeing Rose’s beyond sexy body was nothing short of amazing, so I had to take advantage of the sight. Every time I let out a little more juice, I felt a slightly more on edge. The sexual side where I just couldn’t stop. I knew it was coming, but yet, my fingers never stopped moving. I watched the video again and then a few more times after that.

“I find myself addicted to this, and I haven’t even bothered to find out if she had another video uploaded to the website. I’m clueless, but it doesn’t matter, I’m good with this one,” I let out before releasing another strong orgasm. “Shit!” I moaned, shoving the laptop off the bed.

“Mom?” Maria asked through the door. “Are you alright?”

I let out a deep breath. “Yes, sweetheart, I just a small accident.”

“Okay, I love you, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Maria, I love you too.”

I just lied there for at least twenty minutes after that, and I brought my hand to my snatch. I didn’t masturbate, but I just grunted several times, breathed heavily and fought the urge to pleasure myself again.

I covered my eyes with both hands. “Shit, even though I stopped masturbating, the damage is done. My slit is on fire, I did technically lie to my daughter, and I feel completely drained too,” I muttered, rubbing my face. “I’m not even sure I could get off this bed right now.”

I tried my best to catch my breath and regain strength. I never felt as depleted before in my life as I did then, but yet, I didn’t think I had ever been so happy before though. I finally got to see Rose nude, even though it was just on a computer screen.

“You filthy lesbo, just try to reject me, I dare you,” I yawned, stretching out.

I picked up my laptop and phone. “I’m making sure to bring that page up on my phone too and to save it. Now I certainly have a plan in mind to least get her to admit she might be interested in me. She has to confess it; I’m confident that she liked kissing me and seeing my naked body too.”

 

Anyway, I went back over there the next day. I just let myself in as I always did, and made my way over to her bedroom. It was closed, but my wet panties made me push my luck. I knew all bets were off when it came to me getting what I wanted. Although, I was willing to find out.

“Oh, Kate, your daughter is doing things to me now,” I muttered, slowly making my way to Rose’s bedroom.

I strolled right to the door and grabbed the knob.

I twisted it and immediately opened the door. ‘Oh,’ I thought, halting in the doorway. ‘Rose is getting naked now.’

Suddenly, my objective changed. As I saw Rose’s bra drop to the floor, leaving her in just a dark green thong, I had to retake the advantage. She just stood in front of her mirror and examined herself. I could easily see her left tit, but she wasn’t paying attention to the door.

Even as my intentions changed, I couldn’t help, but to let my right hand back into my panties. I instantly began rubbing my cunt going up and down ever so slowly. I saw Rose’s hands come up and she lifted her bosoms up somewhat.

I had no idea what she was doing accurately, but it didn’t matter. Just as it wouldn’t matter what she did in the video, she was naked, and that was perfect for me. She failed to utter a word, so I stayed quiet too.

Although, she took a toll on my system, so I had to breathe a little louder. I managed to keep a lid on it for the time being, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. I focused on her butt then, and just studied it as if my life depended on it.

I licked my lips mercilessly and even moved into her room a little bit more. I pushed my luck a bit and just did it. I couldn’t say for sure that she wouldn’t scream if she saw me, but I couldn’t care less. The fact that was making my juice come out again was mind-blowing.

‘Holy shit,’ I thought, opening my mouth completely. ‘My goddaughter is lowering her thong now, so she is completely naked now. Fuck me, I can see the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet naked right now,’ I thought, scrubbing my clit.

In no time at all, my hand felt like it had an icepick lodged in it deep. I couldn’t help it, Rose was just like a drug to me, and I was hooked. I could imagine what effects would come to me if I did fuck her.

Then I undid my skirt and let it fall off me. Rose didn’t hear it land, so I took off my tank top as well, just leaving me in my bra and panties.

I glared at her as my hand slithered back into my underwear. “You liked what you saw, skank,” I mumbled, beginning to stroll towards her.

On my third step, the floor creaked.

“Lil?” she whined, turning around. “What the fuck?!” she yelped, shooting me a dirty look.

I bit my lip and slowly leaned down to my skirt. I pulled out my phone while keeping my eyes on the hot chick and then I began walking towards her again.

I peeked at her melons. “Holy crap, you have an exquisite body, Rose.”

“Lil, get out of here,” she ordered me, covering them and her pussy. “I don’t want you seeing me in here.”

I kept my eyes on her and my mouth shut as I attempted to gather my thoughts. ‘It turns out; I have no idea what actually to say. My wet pussy led me into her bedroom, but didn’t my brain figure an actual plan other than just showing the video,’ I thought, hesitating to smile.

I just stood there and stared at her. She failed to utter a word, but I knew deep down there was a particular reason for that. I just let her have her moment because I knew she wasn’t about to kick me out. I waited her out and hoped she’d speak first.

“Are you masturbating?”

“Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?”

“Lil, leave, it isn’t going to happen between us. I’m just not interested, and this is incredibly inappropriate too. Just go before I have to tell my mom about this. You are borderline pervy at the moment, and that is so unlike you. Please, go away.”

My eyebrows went down, and my feet began moving towards her. She didn’t let her eyes off mine, and she refused to uncover her private areas. I stopped in front of her and scanned her body once again.

“Lil, are you not hearing me? Get lost!”

I shook my head no and calmly evicted my hand from my panties. I brought it up and let her see it.

“What, are you just figuring out now that juice comes out when you rub it, Lil? Are you that fucking stupid?”

“Damn, I love and hate this new side of you, Rose. I hate the words, but they are making you so much sexier now,” I mentioned before I began licking my hand.

She just featured a disgusted face and leaned back slightly.

“May I kiss you, Rose?”

“No,” she objected, putting her hands out. “We’re not doing anything together, sexual or not for a very long time. I’m not even gay; I wouldn’t even know what to do if I was interested.”

I peeked at my phone and brought up the video. “Funny,” I said, bringing it up. “I’m pretty damn sure you know a few things. You are about to do some sexy things to this MILF in this video.”

She looked at it while it was just the older woman there and her eyes widened as if I just busted her for murder. She just watched it as I held my position until she came into the scene.

“That is you, correct?”

“You dumb bimbo!” she growled, snatching the phone and throwing it at the wall. “How the hell did you find out about that?” she cried, waving her arms around. “You didn’t tell my parents about it, did you? Please tell me you didn’t, Lil,” she pleaded, bringing her hands together. “Tell me now, just say it.”

I breathed slowly and kept my eyes on her and tried to comprehend her situation. I was clueless on how to proceed, but I needed to address her first.

“No, but you certainly know how to please a woman though, Rose,” I praised her, heading to my phone.

I grabbed it, and the video was still playing.

I strolled back to her. “You are truly gorgeous and one woman that I respect more than anyone else in this fuck up world, but that’s just bitchy,” I told her before a pause. “How the hell could you possibly think I’d betray you like that? Porn is quite wonderful in the right context, and you seem to be loving your work here,” I explained before I put the phone down and closed the gap between us.

I just looked down at her as I was slightly taller than her.

She glanced right back into my eyes, but kept her hands down. “I’m sorry, Lil,” she cried.

“Don’t sob, Rose,” I told her, hugging her. “I still love you dearly.”

‘I know I have her in the palm of my hand now, but I have to be more than careful about this. She is delicate and very sexual obviously, but I know she can scream too.’

“May I kiss you, Rose? Just once, pretty please?”

“No,” she protested, breaking away from me. “Fine, you found my video, which is bullshit, it was supposed to be taken down. Some amateur shot it and posted it there without mine or that woman’s permission. You busted me, so you know I like girls too, but I’m still not comfortable getting involved with you, Lil. You are the closest thing to an aunt I’ll ever have.”

Neither of us spoke a word for a couple of minutes, but I still tried to think of how to convince her to let me have her. She broke eye contact and peeked down towards my melons.

‘Now she is bitting her bottom lip. She likes what she sees, so maybe I will just go for this,’ I thought before I calmly brought my hands over to my back.

I lazily undid my bra and very slowly took it off myself. I let my nude breasts out into the light, but Rose just glanced back up at my face. I saw her shooting me one hell of a dirty look at me, which made me cheese like never before.

My fingers shallowly dug into my panties, and I pulled on them gently. “You seem to like my tits, Rose. Am I wrong?”

She couldn’t formulate words, and she even began grinding her teeth. I couldn’t help, but to keep my eyes on hers for the time being. I waited for her to say something though; I was dying to hear some kind of response.

‘Either she is pissed off and is about to storm off, or she is about to give into temptation. It is just standing right in front of her, but on the other hand, maybe I can sweeten the pot even more,’ I thought before I casually leaned down and slid down my panties as well.

I stood back up and let her soak my naked goodness in dead silence. I watched her scan my figure as if her eyes were magnifying glasses and she was in love with the sight. After five minutes, I nonchalantly moved forward, but still left a small gap.

Suddenly, she quit grinding her teeth and began drenching her lips. I could quickly peek at what I found myself lusting after, but I just smoothly grabbed onto her wrists. I slowly transported her hands over to my breasts.

She immediately shuddered somewhat and let out a deep breath too. “Holy shit, you too do have a great set of melons, Lil. Maria should be happy to have these one day,” she toasted me, looking back at them.

“Oh, I know,” I whispered, covering her hands with mine and closing the gap completely. “Now may I kiss you?”

“Do you promise you won’t tell my parents about this?”

“About any of it?” I pondered, bringing my lips close to hers.

“About us getting involved,” she answered, moving her head back. “And about the video, Lil.”

I let my head back and just looked at her. “My lips are sealed,” I let her know, placing my palms on her butt. “Just let me have you once, Rose. You don’t have to sleep with me every night for the rest of your life, or even once,” I said before I kissed her. “Although, I’m open to it if you change your mind,” I whispered, pulling her to me. “Now why don’t you kiss me?”

She held still for a moment as no one uttered a word again. We pressed our bodies together somewhat, but her hands maintained their position. I couldn’t help, but to caress her butt cheeks ever so softly as we kept our eyes on each other.

She calmly leaned towards me and let her lips come to mine. We kissed each other for a moment, but our tongues stayed out of the equation for the time being. My hands halted movement, but then I grabbed onto her cheeks rather hard.

‘Jackpot, I’m making with this sexy piece of heaven, and I’m very hopeful something else may happen now. She does have very soft lips too, and my slit is leaking yet again.’

After a three minute makeout session, my lips slowly parted from hers. “Do you mind if we move over to your bed now?” I wondered, bringing my hands back.

“Sure, horny floozy,” she branded me before she grabbed my hands.

She walked back towards the bed and kept her eyes on me. I felt tingles surging throughout my body, and my juice was leaking out too. My entire body vibrated a bit, and then I saw her sit down on the bed.

I lazily arched my back towards her and kissed her again. “Do you prefer older women to younger ladies?”

She snatched my hands and brought them to her knockers. “It more depends on the chick, rather than her age, Lil.”

“Good to know,” I whispered, prior to getting on the bed beside her without taking my hands away from her.

Although, after another wordless moment, I let my palms off her and I calmly positioned myself behind her. I allowed my right hand come back onto her tit and I pressed my body onto hers again. She angled her head back, and I just peeked at her cherry.

I was sure she had her eyes closed and enjoyed the lust between us. I just eyeballed her down there and found myself more than intrigued. Even as I felt her naked body, it was so much more than physically touching her; it was like getting on an emotional roller coaster.

“May I feel your slit, Rose?”

“Yes, go to town if you like, Lil. It won’t bite unless you want it to, busty woman.”

I licked my lips for another moment and even let a little drool out. The hot chick failed to say a word and just allowed me to have my moment. I nearly felt like I was about to lose my virginity all over again. After two minutes, I very slowly brought my right hand to her twat.

“Oh, there is your fingers, Lil. Now you are feeling the snatch that you’ve been lusting after,” she moaned, rubbing her back onto me. “Finger fuck me now and make me want you more. Make me love you in ways I probably shouldn’t.”

My eyes widened, and my fingers did technically move back and forth, but it was due to me being nervous. My hand acted as a vibrating cellphone, and Rose seemed to like it so some extent.

“Oh, I do like that, you slut, but you have to rub my pussy though. A jiggling hand isn’t what I want,” she let me know, peeking at me. “Give me a kiss now.”

I looked right into her eyes. “You are so elegant, Rose, but everything is freaking me out. Your juice down there, that smile and this whole picture. Please don’t tell your parents about this.”

“We already established that, tart, now finger fuck me like it is the last thing you do. I will not accept any half-ass pleasuring. You better please me; you got that?”

“Yes.”

I felt my hand getting wetter and wetter by the second, and I seemed to be giving her a hand job. I heard her moan somewhat, but I distinctly knew she wanted more. I unquestionably desired to make her feel like a whole new woman, but I froze.

‘Please this woman; you wanted her, so do it. She is in the palm of your hand, you dumb chick. Rub her pussy already and make the juice come out faster.’

I bit my bottom lip and even shed a couple of tears too. I fought with myself for a few minutes as Rose just seemed to wait me out. I couldn’t imagine what might have been going through her mind, but I just went with it.

I took in a deep breath and just visualized myself pleasuring her. I smiled and jiggled around somewhat. I loved the idea, but doing it was entirely different. Although, I knew I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t do something eventually.

So, it seemed to be a never-ending conflict within my mind, but then I just pushed her off me. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this, Rose,” I whined, getting off the bed.

“Why not? You’ve undressed me with your eyes a million times, how can you say that now?” she pondered, closing the gap between us.

She grabbed onto my hands and brought them up to her face. She kissed them both a few times as she just smiled at me. I didn’t know what to say, but I suddenly felt better. As if she literally injected love into me.

“What do you want to do with me, Lil?”

“I want to do everything with you, Rose. I want to feel every single inch of your body with mine.”

She brought her hands to my butt and kissed me. “There is no need to worry; I won’t bust you, Lil. Do you know why?”

“Why, Rose?”

“Even though we’re not actually related, I love you, and you love me,” she replied, prior to bringing her hands to my chest. “Now I’m going to show you that love is real,” she warned me before she shoved me on the bed.

I cheesed and just peeked back at her. I viewed her calmly lower herself down to me and then her hands towards my slit. I couldn’t utter a word to save my life, but I managed to get up on my elbows. I eyeballed her as her eyes stayed on me.

Her fingers slowly set down on my pussy lips and she immediately began rubbing them going up and down ever so lazily. I felt shivers going all throughout my body as I just loved the feeling of her. I couldn’t pleasure her, but she could do it for me.

“Just how many times did you masturbate to my video? Blink one for under one-hundred and twice for over one-hundred.”

I blinked twice, and she nonchalantly leaned down to my twat. “That’s a lot,” she mentioned before her tongue fell out.

It slid right in between my pussy lips, and I immediately fell back. “Holy shit, you are eating me out now, Rose. I love it already, so keep going.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lil,” she ordered me, inserting a couple of fingers into my cherry. “Lie back, and enjoy.”

I did just that, but it was like I was getting a tooth pulled. You’d just have to replace the pain with pleasure and the tooth with my cherry. I jerked around, but I did my best to stay put. I felt her tongue touch down on my clit for a split second, but she also got all over my pussy walls.

“Holy shit, this is like Christmas morning now, Rose,” I muttered, bringing my right hand to the back of her head. “I do love you, and I just want you so badly. I’ll make you return that love more than ever.”

Her eyebrows went up, so I just bit my tongue and stayed silent. I felt like she was poking at my pussy with a needle, it appeared to be so pleasurable that it was painful as well. I just caressed her head as softly as possible and held firm.

‘I’m sure that she is going easy on me because I saw her eating that MILF like a pro. She fucked that chick like it was nothing. Oh, you have beautiful brown eyes, and they seem so much sexier now that you are eating me out. Shit, I’m crying somewhat now, she is making me feel so damn good.’

I tried breathing regularly, but it wasn’t in the cards. Even just feeling Rose’s lips on my slit lips and her tongue grazing my pussy walls was pushing me towards the edge. My entire body appeared to be drenched in sweat too, but every disadvantage was worth it.

Having her tongue anywhere on my body made me love her more, but of course, in that sexual context, she tore right through the roof. I loved getting my pussy eaten, but she brought the emotional impact more and more with each passing lick.

Her eyes just stayed on mine as if they were locked together. She was fucking me without missing a beat, but was more than capable of eyeballing me like a hawk on a snake. I had no idea why, but that made her even sexier.

“Shit,” I cried. “I can’t last much longer. Would you be willing to go at it with me for a little while longer?”

Her mouth calmly rose up a few inches, but let her fingers play with my slit. “My parents aren’t supposed to be back for a few hours, so I’m wide open. Whatever you want to do, I’m willing to try with you, Lil. You, slutty bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean, Rose?” I sobbed, twitching around.

“You are one sick wench, spying on me. That wasn’t appropriate at all, but I’ll forgive you, only because I love you,” Rose muttered, prior to bringing her face back to my cherry.

“Thank you so much for your forgiveness,” I moaned, placing my hands back on her head. “I can’t thank you enough, Rose. You are one disgusting hussy too, considering you are eating my pussy now. I love that about you, but your twat eating skills are making me a little biased.”

Her hands calmly came up and landed on my breasts. She squeezed them tightly and had me lean down on my back. I couldn’t see her perform her sexy actions, but the feelings were worth it. I just pictured the video, on how she was fucking that MILF without missing a beat.

I fought nonstop to hold off on shooting my lady juice, even though she said she was willing to do more. It just felt fantastic, and I couldn’t imagine it just suddenly ending. Not feeling her tongue inside my cherry just seemed heartbreaking to me.

‘Shit, I’m crying again. Rose is a rose that is blooming into the sexiest chick in the world. Crap, now her tongue is coming out on my clit, just don’t lick it. I’ll have to shoot.’

I just jerked around even more as she pressed down on it. “Fuck yes, Rose. Screw it, do it, make me cum all over your pretty face. I didn’t want you to do it so soon, but do it already. Then I want to clean off your face with my tongue.”

Her face calmly came up again. “We’re going to have to work on you holding some stuff in, Lil. How to deal with the pleasure so the one giving it to you will love it too.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I’ll be better next time,” I assured her, peeking at her.

She blew me a kiss and went back to my beaver again. I let my head back, and I closed my eyes too. I let my defenses down and allowed her to gratify me in ways I couldn’t even imagine. My body felt to be as hot as hell, and she made it so much better than ever.

She even took my lips into her mouth and sucked on them. She only was the pro that I saw on the video, just so much sexier as I got the chance to try her out for myself. Literally, nothing could compare to doing it with her.

‘Feeling that tongue on my clit is amazing, but only really hope that I do get to do it with her again,’ I thought before I felt her tongue slam down on my labia.

“Oh, shit, yes, Rose!” I roared, leaning up with her. “Just like that, Rose,” I sobbed, burying her head. “Here you go, sexy babe,” I moaned, prior to letting my orgasm out.

It hurt like hell, but it was, in fact, the most pleasurable agony I could ever know. Squirting my juice out was beyond hot already, but as I knew the target was Rose’s graceful face, it just made me want to let out all juice I possibly could.

Her head remained down there for the whole duration of my orgasm, so she took quite a shit load of my cum and as far as I knew, she loved getting every single drop. It was quite evident after I finished, she kept her face right down there.

She placed her forehead on my mound. “Wow, Lil, you are quite a squirter.”

“Thank you,” I groaned, placing my hands on her head.

We stayed silent for twenty minutes or so and enjoyed the cooling down period. Rose’s head never parted from my cherry, but she did actually rub her face on it now and then. After those twenty minutes, there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” she groaned, quickly rising up. “I think my mom and dad came back early.”

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