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anal and a threesome

As we lay in bed, my naked girlfriend wrapped around me, looking up at the ceiling and catching our breath after another amazing romp, my girlfriend turned and looked at me. With a hint of curiosity in her eyes, she caught me off guard with one of those lose-lose questions like “which of my girlfriends is the hottest?” This one was a bit more candid, as she asked me “if you could have a threesome with me and one of my girlfriends, who would it be?” Obviously I was shocked, but the feeling of my cock growing again got me thinking about this. Now my girlfriend, named Vicki, had a plethora of friends, but they were not very attractive through my eyes. All but one weren’t fuckable if I was sober. Being drunk is another story! Anyways, the one friend came to mind. She was Natasha. She wasn’t the hottest piece of ass on the planet but from what I heard she was slutty, and I thought she was cute. I wasn’t too sure but she always seemed to flirt with me, grabbing me and stuff sometimes. I know I wouldn’t hesitate to stick it in her. After a minute or two of thinking, I responded with “Anyone of your friends? I’d pick Natasha.” Vicki looked at me with a puzzled look but seemed to be satisfied. I asked why she asked me that and she replied with a typical “no reason at all answer”. She arose from the bed and I watched as her tits bounced with each step. They were only a B cup but they were perky and she had this silver dollar sized nipples that I would just love to suck on. While I was lost in staring at her nude body, I quickly forgot the question.

Well a few days had passed and we continued with our normal sex life. It consisted of me fucking her brains out from all sorts of positions, fantasizing about sticking it in her ass. She said she’d never do anal but I was hoping she would. One day I was sitting at home doing some homework (we were both in college), and I got a call from her. She sounded out of breath, and said to come over quickly, she had an emergency. I thought this was peculiar but what the hell. Better than reading about economical situations in the world! I pulled up and luckily the doors leading into her apartment complex were open. I followed a car past the main gate and walked up to the door and knocked. After a minute of waiting I knocked again, and I heard Vicki shout “come in! it’s open!” Without further hesitation I opened the door to a dark, yet dimly lit apartment. I thought the power went out but the hallway light was on. I saw a faint light from under her bedroom door and I knocked and heard Vicki say “come in sweetheart”. When I pushed the door back, Vicki was on her knees on the bed, with a g-string on and a sexy lacey black bra. Her hand was cupping her tit and I could see the outline of nipple. Of course I thought another sexy game by her! It didn’t take long for my clothes to hit the floor and before I knew it, I was butt naked, cock hard and throbbing and my tongue was buried in Vicki’s mouth. I was caressing her body, feeling every inch of her smooth skin. She was a small girl, only 5-3 and weighed 105 but she was very fun to touch. She let out soft moans as I was massaging her chest, while she began to stroke my cock.

I began to kiss down her neck, while undoing her bra. Her bra fell down, revealing her perky, firm breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and I took one in my mouth, playing with it, biting it, licking it, while my other hand squeezed the other. “ohh Jason that feels so good….mmmmmmn don’t stop. Bite it baby, bite and take me baby. I want to feel your tongue over my nipple. You know you want it baby.” After a couple of minutes like this, I pushed her back on her bed and pulled down her panties. She had gotten a nice little wax! I kissed her soft, smooth pussy lips, playing around with her pussy. She continued to let out soft moans. All of a sudden she pulled my head up and told me to stop! “What the heck Vicki? Is something wrong?” She said “No baby, I just don’t want to cum….yet. I have a special present in the bathroom that will make both of cum harder than we ever have before. Take a look.” As I turned to go see what device she spoke of, I looked at the bathroom door to not see some sex toy, but Natasha standing there, ass naked, leaning in the door way, with one hand rubbing her snatch and the other running down her chest. Holy shit! I almost came right there. Although she’s a little chubby, she has a nice C cup, with shoulder length brown hair and a somewhat freckly body. Her pussy was also completely bare, and looked awesome.

Natasha climbed into the bed, looked at my cock and said “Well Jason, Vicki tells me you want a threesome with us. Is this true?” I was speechless. I didn’t know if this was some sort of sick joke where if I said yes I’d be castrated or this fantasy was really coming true. Without thinking I leaned in and kissed her lips, feeling their luscious taste. My hand made its way up to her tits and began to caress her already hard nipples. My other hand was stroking my cock. I had no idea this was going to happen. I pulled away from her mouth and she hoped on top of Vicki. Vicki looked at me and said “This is a taste of what you’re going to get baby!” They began to make out passionately, with their mouths devouring each other. Their naked, soft bodies on top of one another, their breasts pushing against each other. Natasha began to hump Vicki, pushing her pussy into Vicki’s, which lead to little moans leaking out of them. I was still slowly stroking my dick, not wanting to erupt yet. Their hands explored their sensual bodies, going over their nipples, onto their hips, and down to their pussies! I was in heaven! Slowly, Natasha began kissing down Vicki’s body, her eyes closed, moaning softly, as Natasha resumed eating her out, taking over for me. I leaned and began to suck on Vicki’s nipple, while watching Natasha bury her tongue into Vicki’s pussy. I wanted to fuck Natasha right there. As I dreamt of ramming my cock up her box, Vicki began to cum, arching her back and screaming “ooooohhh yes, yes, yes, yes, Natasha, yes, yes not again you dirty little whore! Ohhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”. I could see the juices flowing over Natasha’s face, and knew she had pleased my woman.

Exhausted, Vicki looked up at me and said, now it’s your turn. Without warning they jumped on me and began to tag team my cock with their mouths. First Natasha began to lick my head while Vicki sucked on my balls. Natasha slowly wrapped her mouth around my cock and began sucking. God this felt great, I wanted to shoot my load all over the inside of her warm mouth. I had to pull back for fear of cumming too soon. When I pulled off, Vicki got on top of my cock and slid it into her snatch. She was so tight even after months of fucking. I was not very big but she was just perfect. While she rode my cock, I grabbed her hips, lifting myself into her body even more. Suddenly I felt a pressure on my head, and as I looked up, Natasha’s cunt was inches from my face. She looked down and said “Common Jason, you got to please me too!” She lowered her cunt to my face, with her asshole right above it. She was facing Vicki and as I began to devour her excited clit, she leaned in and was kissing Vicki, forming a nice little triangle. I was just gobbling on her lips, licking inside and out, up and down, left and right and I could here her moan. Her pussy tasted delcious, and it wasn’t long before she began to come all over my face. She was moving up and down screaming “ohhhh yes Jason, ohhhh eat me you little bastard!!!!! Lick my clit, eat me just fucking eat me ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyy Goddddddddd!!!!!” as wave after wave of her sweet juices erupted on my face! I think I was pleasing her! As she was cumming I began to also and erupted inside Vicki’s tight little pussy, filling her up with my wholesome goodness. They both collapsed onto me in a heap of pure pleasure. My cock grew limp and fell out of Vicki’s snatch. After a few moments of catching our breath, Natasha looked at Vicki and said “Say honey, doesn’t your boy here keep begging to ram it in your tender little ass? I know how tenders yours is from earlier but if you want, he can stick it up me. It wont hurt. You could watch. What do you say Vick?” Before I could even ask about the “earlier” part, Vicki responded with an astounding yes. I was completely baffled. “Maybe now with some hot anal he can stop bitching about it!” “But baby, I am not hard! I need some motivation :wink:: wink:” With that Vicki got in front of me on all fours, and began to expose her sweet little cunt from behind. I could see her tight pussy and asshole glistening in the candle light of the room, and she slowly began to massage her clit. My cock was hard in an instant. I sat up and kissed her asshole then looked at Natasha. She didn’t even need an invitation, she was already on her stomach, grabbing her ass cheeks, waiting for her exposed little asshole to be pounded into submission. I smeared some of her juices onto her shitter to lube it up. I leaned in and gave it a good licking too, taking in the taste and smell. She obviously cleaned it up. I sat up and pushed the head of my cock slowly into her, feeling her tight rectal walls close around as the hole began to enlarge. She felt so fucking good. I pushed in further and further until I was thrusting in small movements, fucking her deep and good. She was letting out moans saying “mmmmmn yea Jason, give it to me up my ass you little perv, common pound me harder”. As she moaned, Vicki moved in front of her exposing her sweet pussy, and Natasha began to bite her lips, and lick her clit. I quickened my strokes and was now full fledge pounding her pucker, watching her hole contract and enlarge with every stroke. I looked up and grabbed Vicki’s tits, rubbing her nipples as I was just absolutely fucking her friend. With in minutes I began to feel the rush of my cum getting ready to shoot. I grabbed hold of Natahas hips and yelled “ohh fuck yea baby I am going to drench you with my cum….mmmn I am going to cum so fucking hard…arghhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed as my cum just filled her up so much that it started leaking out. Natasha was on the same wave length as she began to buck and screamed “ohhhhhh yea Jason fill me up I am going to cum so hard you dirty little bitch mmmmmmmmmmmmn yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.

I pulled my cock out and we all fell back into the bed together. After a few minutes we hopped in the shower, cleaned each other off, exchanging some kisses and feels. We climbed into bed, naked and passed out, a wonderful night in the books. I awoke the next morning to Natasha gone, and Vicki in the kitchen fixing pancakes. I had 3 hours until class so no rush. As we reminisced about last night, I asked her about the whole “earlier” situation. Vicki then explained how this all transpired….after she asked me the threesome question, she asked Natasha is she had ever had a threesome. Natasha had already had one once and said she’d do it again. She also knew Vicki was referring to a threesome with us three. Natasha told me she’d do it, but she said Vicki had to be sure she could handle a girl first. That’s why she was out of breath on the phone. Before I came over, they had experimented, and Natasha had led Vicki into multiple orgasms by eating out her ass and pussy. After that orgasmic lesson, Vicki knew she was ready. After some food, I fucked Vicki again from behind, playing with her asshole and sending her into multiple orgasms. I got dressed and got into my car with a big smile on my face, not knowing that was the last time I’d ever see Natasha in that light ever again, or that I’d ever be doing anal again…at least with her. Whenever we hung out, she would wink at me but nothing ever transpired into that night of amazing, passionate hardcore sex with my girl and her friend.

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What would you do with a deneuralizer?

Deneuralized Pussy

Both girls looked up at him in surprise. “A hundred bucks each? What’s the catch?” The girls were pretty and young, both roughly 5’6 inches tall with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes, and wearing identical bikini bathing suits patterned after the rebel flag.
“A friend of mine dared me to get wild on my vacation, bet me a grand I couldn’t do it, so I intend to win that bet any way I can.” One sister looked at the other before responding.
“Are you for real? She asked, hands migrating up to her shapely hips.
“Two hundred bucks each and you got a deal.” Her twin countered with a wicked grin. “You win your bet and get your ego boost, we get our money.”
“One fifty and you got a deal.” He returned fire, trying to look disinterested.
He glanced down the beach as though looking for someone more reasonable.
“Two hundred and we show our tits and our pussies.”
“Deal.” He didn’t wait for them to change their minds.
“Okay, where do we do this?” One of the brunettes asked, looking around at the beach and crowd of sunbathers. “Not a lot of good hiding places in Orange Beach.”
“Yea, and I ain’t showing my bits to just anyone.” Her sister added.
“How about up there?” He pointed toward a blue condo not far away.
“We’re not going anywhere with you alone.” The more cautious of the two responded quickly, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
He noticed a tiny scar on one girls knee and knew it would help to distinguish them later if the need arose.
“I checked it out earlier, there is a nice big open air parking garage under it and plenty of room for a quick pic in the shade by the fence.”
“What do you think?” He let himself admire their matching anatomy while they talked it over.
“He doesn’t seem dangerous, and I don’t think he’s hiding a weapon.” The more adventurous gestured toward his tight swim trunks. “Besides there’s two of us and one of him.”
“And the beach is right here.” Her sister nodded slowly in agreement, her breasts jiggling slightly without her knowledge. He wondered just what each of those large breasts weighted, and if one set were larger than the other.
“Okay, we’ll do it, but you do anything weird and we’re gone.”
“Right, and no pictures until we see the money.”

He was glad to get out of the sun. He stepped off the hot sand and onto the cooler rubber mat in the shade of the pavilion that lay just this side of the parking area. Turning to the girls he motioned toward a massive concrete column that supported the three story building and then at the fence that bordered it.
“I’ll keep a lookout, but I don’t think anyone will see us over there.” The girls followed his lead, walking over to the spot and looking around to confirm his theory.
“Okay, let’s see the money.” He reached into a tiny netting pocket just inside his trunks and produced four wrinkled hundred dollar bills, holding them up for the girls to see. “Half now, half after I take the pictures.” The girls exchanged a glance and nodded, each taking a large denomination bill from his outstretched hand.
He motioned for them to step closer together before nodding in satisfaction and reaching into his fanny pack for his ‘camera’.
“You aren’t from around here, are you?” The more cautious girl asked, suddenly concerned.
“He already said he wasn’t, will you stop worrying. It isn’t like he’s going to post these on the internet.”
“What if he does?”
“Like someone you know can dial out to the internet, and surfs porn?” Her sister rolled her eyes and dismissed her siblings concerns with a wave of her hand. “All right, yankee, take your pictures.”
“Any time you’re ready. Or should I say y’all?” He asked, earning a dirty look from each of the girls. He lowered his sunglasses onto his nose and snuggled them into place before raising the long, thin camera.
“Is that one of those new digital cameras?” One girl asked, reaching up to pull her top down.
Her sister bared both breasts with one hand and tugged the front of her bikini bottoms aside with the other. He didn’t fail to notice that she had no tan lines, top or bottom.
“Something like that. Say pussy.” He clicked the button on the back, blinding both girls instantly with the brilliant flash of light. Both stood there staring at him blank faced as he looked around to be sure no one had spotted them or his prized toy. What a vacation this has been, he thought as he walked toward his latest acquisitions. “You girls both adore me and will do anything I ask of you. Now, cover yourselves up and follow me quietly to the room, you girls are going to show me a good time this afternoon.” The twin brunettes recovered from their stupor, smiling at each other knowingly.
Both followed him closely, still rearranging their bathing suits as he led the way to the elevator.

He opened the door to his condo quickly, stepping in and motioning for the girls to follow. Both did so, staring at him in awestruck fascination. “Head over to the couch and take off your clothes.” He instructed, closing and locking the door behind him. His inhibition-less guests did as they were told, shedding both bikini top and bottom dispassionately, letting their garments fall to the floor with total disregard. He felt his erection harden instantly at the sight of the identical twin sisters standing in his rented living room, entirely nude and at his every beck and call.
“Turn around slowly for me, I want to get a look at you.” Both did so, and his mouth dropped open as they made a full circle.
He tried to decide if their breasts were larger than a D cup, but his mind was almost as numb as theirs, albeit for different reasons.
“What can we do for you, sugar?” One of them asked finally, running her hands down her sides as though smoothing a dress.
“Yea, darlin’, we’ll do any O’le thing you ask.” He took a moment to recover somewhat before responding.
“What’s your name?” He asked, pointing to the girl with the small scar on her knee.
“Jo.”?”
“Jo?”
“Joanna, most people call me Jo for short. You can call me Jo if you want.”
“And you?”
“Billi.”
“Billi? I like that. Billi, why don’t you come over here and sit down next to me on the couch. You too, Jo, on this side.” He walked to sit down, shucking his swim trunks, which was made more difficult by the size of his erection. Both girls joined him, leaning close and making eyes at him like infatuated school girls.
He thought a moment longer before saying anything else, giving them time to begin rubbing his arm and running their fingers through his hair. Both seemed delighted with the size of his penis, exchanging suggestive glances as they sidled up to him.
“Either one of you girls ever masturbate?” He asked.
“Sure,” Jo shrugged, “Not as much fun as sex but it’ll get you through a night in an empty bed.”
“Yea,” Billi added, “I can’t suck my own tits, you wanna see?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. Matter of fact, why don’t the two of you masturbate for me, right now.” He had only to ask.
Billi leaned back, eyes closed and lifted her left breast to her lips, holding it there with her left hand while she sucked the nipple deeply into her mouth. Her other hand found its way to her vagina and she began stroking herself slowly. Jo immediately grasped her nipples and began twisting them the way you would a radio dial that was far off station. Both girls began making small sounds of pleasure, leaving him to admire first one and then the other of them.
“Either one of you girls ever give head before?” He inquired, earning distracted nods from the pair. “Billi, go ahead and give yourself an orgasm, Jo, why don’t you show me how you southern girls suck a cock?” Billi leaned back further into the couch, legs spread, both hands working her pussy into a wet frenzy, one hands venturing up to her breasts on occasion.
Jo leaned over and threw herself wholeheartedly into the blow job, moaning as she sucked on the large head of his penis and worked a reddened, stiff nipple at the same time. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the back of the couch as his southern delight massaged his member with her tongue and jaws with a practiced hand.
“Okay, Billi it’s your turn to do a little snake charming.” Jo pulled away with a dark look on her face causing him to add, “And Jo, keep working on your orgasm.” If anything what Billi lacked for skill she made up for in enthusiasm, squeezing his shaft and working his balls between her fingers almost painfully. “Trade off.” The tag team blow job went on for a couple more minutes before he decided he had better back them off if he was going to stand a chance of shooting his load in a pussy, instead of a mouth. “All right girls, now Billi I want you to lie down on your back, and Jo I want you on top of her, like lovers missionary style.” The twins complied without question, giving him an excellent view of their warmed pussies, their neatly trimmed air soaked with their arousal.
He let out a relaxing breath, knowing he would have to pace himself in order to make it to his goal.
“Now kiss, and rub each others nipples. Give each other an orgasm the way you would give yourself one.” Jo began to kiss Billi passionately, her tongue reaching into her sisters mouth to tease even while her fingers tugged at the large breasts beneath her. Billi took a nipple in each hand, one hers, one her twins and began working them in tandem. Jo reached up and began pulling her other nipple, then pinched it and began rubbing it against her sisters unoccupied breast. Both girls were moaning and trembling as they carried out his wishes, moving steadily toward powerful orgasms of their own. He straddled Billi’s quivering legs, steadying Jo’s bobbing ass long enough to touch the head of his swollen penis to her saturated labia.
Jo pushed back against his member immediately, bathing his shaft in the warm folds of skin that instantly accommodated his erection. He pulled back, smiling at her reaction as her trembling pelvis tried to follow. He slapped her ass hard, causing her to stop kissing her sister just long enough to cry out in pain. “Shut up,” He ordered, “Fuck your sister. Harder.” He plunged his penis into her vagina hard, bottoming out in her petite pussy. Grabbing hold of her rapidly retreating ass he jerked her toward him, repeating his thrust harder, and then harder still.
She cried out again, but didn’t slow her torrent of kisses on her sibling. Pulling out he pushed her down onto her sister bodily so that the two were lying directly on top of each other. Pushing Billi’s legs apart he shoved Jo’s ass just far enough out of the way to get his penis into her sisters pussy. Billi gasped at the welcome intrusion, legs parting even farther. Jo doubled her efforts at the encouraging sound and suddenly Billi was jerking with a powerful orgasm at the bottom of the pile. He waited until she was moaning in afterglow before pulling out and thrusting back into Jo.
Jo reacted immediately, bouncing her hips against the front of his pelvis in elated retaliation, very near orgasm herself. He reached down, grabbing both of her breasts and jerking on her very hard nipples as hard as he could.
“That hurts…” She gasped, back arching, toes curling up as her desire hit critical mass.
“Shut up, you know you are loving every minute of it you fucking hoe.” He replied through clenched teeth, feeling her hips begin to quiver uncontrollably. Not holding back anymore he let his own orgasm come, pulling her to him as he ejaculated a full load into her welcoming insides. They both relaxed, rolling off of the softly moaning Billi, coming to rest alongside her on the carpet.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy induced delirium, pulling out only when his erection had completely relaxed. Both girls moaned and giggled back and forth and he listened in satisfaction to their comments.
“Okay, pussies, time to get your little cunts cleaned up. Go take a shower together, shave your pussies clean and come back and see me after my nap, I have more festivities planned for you two sluts.”
“Yes, sir.” Billi breathed, already on her knees, using the coffee table to help her up.
“Yes, master, cunt.” He corrected, enjoying his latest following.
“Yes, master.” Both girls replied in unison.

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My first lesbian experience

Shauna was my first experience with another girl. She and I were roommates in our freshman year at college, crammed into a two-bed, two-desk, one-closet dormitory room on the third floor of a six floor dorm. We didn’t pick each other; we were assigned our rooms by the college’s computer. In retrospect, that computer did a wonderful job.

We were both eighteen, both from small towns, and both eager to start the “college life.”

Beyond that we were quite different. She was a petite brunette with a curvy figure and dark eyes that captured your attention immediately. And she had perfect white teeth behind kiss-me, swollen lips. (It turns out her father was the town’s primary dentist.) In contrast, I am tall, blond, and long legged, with modest breasts and boyish hips. Her skin was also a light milk chocolate color, much like a good California tan, while mine was plain milk white, clearly untouched by the sun, California or elsewhere.

It took us a couple of weeks to sort out the whole campus routine: where to go for our classes, where to eat, and how to get around campus most efficiently. Our schedules were different, so the only time we could get together was for dinner and study time in either the library or our room. We jointly decided on our room and settled in each night after chow. It was more comfortable there and we could get casual for the evening. Casual for me meant a T-shirt and panties. Shauna was more into real pajamas: short pants in warm weather, long pants when it was cold. I never quite got the rationale since our room was the same temperature regardless of the outside weather. But as they say “Whatever.”

Within a month or so we had both met and begun dating several guys, mostly sophomores and juniors. We shared our experiences and laughed a lot at the antics of the guys and how hard they tried to get into our pants. And both of us had a good time and kept our pants on.

It was a couple of months into the first semester before I began to notice Shauna’s interest in me. It was little things: a touch that was much like a quick caress, a glance that lingered until I looked up and she looked quickly away. I would notice out of the corner of my eye that she was staring across our small room at my crotch as I lay sprawled on my bed reading. Or her lingering glance at my chest, my nipples poking out against the thin shirts I wore. I noted these things almost unconsciously and gave them no weight, but they came into focus later.

We had been out partying just before Thanksgiving break, drinking beer and dancing at a couple of frat parties. We decided to call it quits around midnight because the “brothers’ were getting really drunk and adolescently obnoxious. We came back to our room and flopped on our beds, a little woozy ourselves. It was unusually hot in the dorm and we were both a little sweaty from our dancing and the room’s heat. As I lay propped against the wall at the side of my bed I became aware of Shauna’s stare. I lay there with my legs splayed, my shorts tight into my crotch, my breasts pressing against my shirt, nipples visible. I felt relaxed and a little randy.

Shauna sat across from me on her bed and pulled off her ankle high boots, letting them drop to the floor with little thuds. She then stood and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, popping the buttons one at a time as though doing a slow strip tease. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she pulled the open shirt out of her jeans and shrugged it back over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unlike her normal dress code, she was braless and her sassy breasts stood there in plain view, her nipples dark and tight. This was not the Shauna I knew. I felt a trickle of perspiration run down in a rivulet between my breasts.

She had no belt on her jeans; she’d been relying on her curves to keep them up. She loosed the brass button at her waist and unzipped the fly. Staring into my eyes she slowly pushed the jeans down over her hips with a little wiggle and let them drop around her ankles. I realized I was breathing in short, shallow gasps. I was transfixed by her display.

We were locked in a silent visual embrace. I felt myself growing damp, and realized my nipples were erect and pressing into my shirt. They had to be clearly visible to Shauna. She smiled — a gentle, satisfied smile — and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her skimpy blue panties. With her eyes locked on mine she slowly moved her panties down over her hips. I don’t know how she did it, but her hips seemed to undulate slightly to allow the silk to slide downward almost on their own. They fell into the puddle of clothes at her feet. She stepped out of them and moved slowly toward me. I felt I was in a slow burn: hot, feverish, more trickles of sweat running down my chest.

Shauna stopped between my spread knees when hers came against the bed. She stood there naked, her hands at her sides, looking at me. No words had been spoken since we entered the room, and now none were needed. Our eyes were still locked and I knew she saw in mine the answer to her unspoken question.

She smiled and moved onto my bed on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging just above mine. I could smell her now, the pungent scent of aroused womanhood. She kissed me gently, just lips on lips, rubbing softly. Then I felt her tongue lightly swipe across my lips. And that did it. I opened my mouth and sucked her into me, my tongue searching for hers, sucking on it. We devoured each other for minutes on end, drinking each other’s fluids and sharing our breath. My hands caressed the smooth skin of her back and sides, from shoulders to waist. I had never touched another woman like this. I wondered idly why not. It was so nice, so nice.

Surfacing from our kisses, Shauna leaned back and began, slowly and erotically, to undress me. Not much of a task since I wore so little. I raised my hips to let her pull my shorts off, followed quickly by my sodden panties. She breathed deeply of my scent and then pulled my shirt up over my head, and I lay there naked before her. My mind was awhirl. I had no idea how this would go, just that I wanted it to go there. I was having trouble with my breathing, couldn’t seem to get enough air, yet I was just lying there, passive.

In the dim light I could see that Shauna, too, was hot. Her body gleamed with perspiration. Her scent seemed to surround me, an earthy smell that made me feel light headed. Then I realized that my own scent had joined hers, filling our small room with the aroma of aroused women. The air seemed heavy and dank. She leaned over me and a drop of her perspiration fell off her nipple onto my face. It seemed the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.

She snuggled down into my arms and began kissing my throat, then my chest. Soon her mouth found my nipples and she began to suckle one. The sensations were exquisite, sending bolts of electricity down into my loins. I could feel myself lubricating, the juices leaking and running down between my cheeks, over my anus. I pulled her head harder into my breast, but she had other ideas. She pushed her thigh between mine and began to hump me with it. I started to pant and felt myself growing toward orgasm. Soon I was grunting and panting and moaning with the pleasure of it. And then, more quickly than ever before, I lost it. My orgasm hit and I went into spasms of pleasure, humping against her thigh and moaning in ecstasy.

Slowly I came down from my orgasm, my breathing back almost to normal. Shauna cuddled me as we lay side by side. I spoke for the first time since we had come to our room. “Shauna, that was wonderful. Thank you.” And after a pause during which I made a decision, I added, “I would like to do something for you now. I am so hot I could burst. Please show me how to please you.”

She smiled, said nothing, but guided my face to her breasts. She held me as I sucked and teased her turgid dark stalks, salty from her exertions. I loved the spongy, tough feel of them in my mouth. As they grew hard my own excitement grew. I could feel the wetness between my legs, an embarrassing accumulation that now wet her thigh and left a long smear as I worked slowly lower. Her hands held my head lightly, but she was no longer guiding me. She seemed to trust that I would find my way.

My fingers and lips trailed down over her belly, pausing at her navel to dig with my tongue. She quivered and giggled at this touch. Shauna hummed as I moved lower, my fingers lightly tracing the bones of her hips as my lips touched her pubic hair. This was a night of many firsts: kissing a girl, lying naked in her arms, sucking her nipples, coming under her ministrations, and now about to taste her most private fruits.

Shauna’s black pubic hair was trimmed to expose her lips. It tickled my nose but offered no impediment to my view or access. Her outer lips were dark and full, and probably swollen now, though I had no comparison to judge by. When I touched them lightly with a finger Shauna shivered and moaned softly. I stroked up and down the tender flesh and then delved between her lips.

Her moans deepened, almost a groan now, and she spoke her first words. “Oh, yes, yes, Susan.”

As I continued my caresses her legs fell wide apart and her hips began to move in small circles. I pulled her outer lips apart and opened her pussy fully to my view. It was beautiful, all deep pink, almost rosy, and soaking wet. She gleamed in the dim light. Her aroma was strong and pungent and arousing. I inhaled deeply and felt my pussy leak more fluid, wetting the bed. I used a finger to explore her inner lips, find her secret opening, and uncover and tease her clit.

At this last, she jerked and cried out as though hurt. But I knew it was the shock of being touched in this most sensitive spot. Her clit was peeping out from under its hood and seemed swollen. I blew gently on her open pussy and enjoyed the shiver that this brought to the poor girl. I was being cruel delaying her pleasure like this. When I looked up at her she was staring down at me, a hungry look in her eyes. Her hands gripped the covers tightly in white knuckled fists.

“Please, Susan. I’m in agony. Don’t make me wait. Do it now. Please.”

I smiled at her and dipped my head down to her juicy pussy. I pulled her lips wide apart, and using the flat of my tongue, I licked her from just above her anus to the top of her lips. She moaned loudly and raised her hips to push herself against me. I lapped her again and a third time. Then I used the tip of my tongue to slide up between her inner and outer lips on one side and down the other. Shauna arched her back so that only her head and ass cheeks supported her body, letting out a small weeping sound, a keening cry.

Having had a little taste of her juices I went for a full portion. I closed my mouth over her whole pussy and began to suck her flesh while swirling my tongue all over her wet interior. I tried to stick my tongue up into her vagina, sort of tongue fucking her, but she was too tight. My face was now wet with her juices as I wallowed joyously in her hot swamp. I loved her taste and the squishy feel of her in my mouth. My own pussy was on fire. I thought I think I could come just from sucking this girl’s cunt.

Shauna was now quietly chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”

I switched my attention to her clitoris. I licked it gently, circling my tongue tip up and around it. As I teased this sensitive bud I pushed one finger into her vagina, eliciting a shriek of surprise and joy from her. The chant ended, replaced by grunts and gasps.

The combination of a fucking finger and direct stimulation of her clit was more than Shauna could withstand. She began humping wildly and yelling loudly, incoherently. The only intelligible words were, “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck,” mixed in with the rest.

As she convulsed in orgasm her hips bucked, making it difficult to keep my mouth on her pussy. Her head slammed from side to side and her legs clamped my head fiercely. She came for what seemed an eternity, probably because I couldn’t breathe until she eased up. When she did, and I could gulp down some air, I shoved my hand down to my own sopping pussy and savaged my own clit. It took only a couple of strokes and I came, too, growling my pleasure into Shauna’s crotch.

We lay like that for long moments, breathing deeply and relaxing cramped muscles. My head lay on Shauna’s thigh, my gaze on her open, wet sex, my face soaked with her fluids. I was amazed at myself. Just an hour ago I was as straight as the proverbial arrow. Now I was definitely a bisexual girl. No way would I give up this kind of fun.

After awhile we rearranged ourselves, cuddling lengthwise on my bed. Shauna lazily licked her drying juices off my face. I lay with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her tongue on my cheeks. When she was satisfied she kissed my gently.

Propping her head up on one hand she idly traced designs on my breast with her nails giving me goose bumps. She said, “That was incredible, Susan. I know it was your first time with a girl and you did great. I haven’t come like that in ages, from any source.” After a pause she said, “Susan, are you OK with what we did?”

I smiled at her and reached up to caress her cheek and give her a little kiss. “Shauna, I’m more than OK. I feel wonderful. I think all girls have a question in the back of their minds about being with another girl. I know I did. My question’s been answered. I loved it. Thank you for making the move. I don’t think I would ever have had the courage.

“One thing, though. You get a little noisy when you come. That yell could have led a Rebel charge at Vicksburg. If we’re going to keep doing this we have to find a way to muffle you. As it is, I think everyone on this floor who was in tonight thinks I either tortured you or made love to you.”

She poked me, grinning in embarrassment. “I wasn’t that loud, was I?”

“You want me to tape us next time?”

She smiled and said, “That sounds kinda kinky. Why not? Maybe we could get a camcorder and do it in color.”

I said, “I kind of prefer how we did it, in black and white. You and me.”

“Good answer, you long drink of water white girl. Now how about a shower? If I promise to be quiet maybe we could squeeze into one shower stall.” And we did, and she was, almost.

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Jenny falls into the hands of White Sluts

Mrs. Jenny Li, age 36, second-generation Chinese-American schoolteacher ran wildly through the woods to escape her assailants. She had borrowed a friend’s cottage for the week and had just been assaulted and raped by 5 drunks. She had escaped when they had passed out.

Poor Jenny Li had escaped with only a white beach towel and sandals to cover her naked, slender, trim, 4’6” body. Her small 32C bust jiggled as she ran, her two traditional braided pigtails swishing from side to side. It was already dark and she was thoroughly lost. Luckily, the muggy, hot weather meant she wouldn’t freeze overnight.

In the distance a light emanated from a campsite. Jenny approached warily but with great relief.

Two bikini-clad women, a middle-aged white one and a young Hispanic, sat on a log in front of the fire, holding hands.

Jenny heard the young one say, “Barbara, my love, it’s so good to be alone with you. I’m glad your husband, Luke and his friends aren’t around.”

“Luke and his drunken pals borrowed Mark’s cottage for the week. They’re probably playing soldier or something. I’m really glad you came camping with me Juanita. I’ve enjoyed watching you at the coffee shop all week, your dark hair, your dark eyes and smooth skin. I wasn’t going to hire you when you first came in last week because of your inexperience. Now I’m glad I did.”

Barbara loved to hire young girls, enjoy their bodies, then fire them after a week or two. She didn’t care whether the girls were willing or unwilling just as long as they were young and soft.

Watching, Jenny worried that she shouldn’t just barge in. She decided to wait until she was sure it was safe to talk to these women.

Barbara added, “I forgot to ask your age. You’re old enough aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m 20. And you?” Juanita smiled.

“I’m 40 but I can still make you hot, in fact, I will right now.” Barbara put her arm around Juanita’s waist, drew her close and pressed her warm lips to Juanita’s face.

Juanita, her arms now tightly holding Barbara, eagerly, passionately returned the kiss, pressing her firm, bikini clad boobs hard against Barbara’s large melons.

Jenny, shocked, just stared, eyes wide, mouth open, clutching her towel. Did she just stumble on a couple of lesbians?

Barbara enjoyed the feel of Juanita’s firm, modest tits pressing against her and slowly slid her hand up Juanita’s naked back to the little bowtie securing Juanita’s bikini top. She tugged gently feeling the two strings separate. Now she caressed Juanita’s bare back while darting her tongue into Juanita’s small mouth. Slowly pulling the bikini top off, she enjoyed the feel of the young Hispanic’s body. Young Juanita returned the favor and both topless now, Barbara felt Juanita’s young tits press against her own mature melons.

Jenny couldn’t believe her eyes, the two women were actually kissing not ten feet from her. She continued peering from behind the bushes hoping not to be seen. She thought angrily of the five men who had raped her that afternoon. A fascinating idea entered her mind: women were safe; they would never rape another woman. Her left hand unconsciously strayed to her right tit, the nipple hardened.

Barbara, her tongue still exploring Juanita’s mouth, slowly pulled the young woman to her feet, reached to her hip, untied the bikini bottom and let it fall. She felt Juanita’s nipples harden against her as she pulled the girl closer, her hands squeezing both ass cheeks.

Wiggling till her own bottoms slid off, Barbara gently took one of Juanita’s inexperienced hands and guided it to her mature thatch making sure two fingers found her hot button. Juanita was a natural! Her fingers instantly pressed into Barbara’s sticky pussy and started a slow in/out.

After a minute or two, Barbara started pushing Juanita’s head down, down until it reached her blonde pussy. Juanita looked hesitant, confused.

“My sexy young thing, just lick it, taste my juice. Lick. I’m so hot for you.” Barbara instructed.

Jenny watched, fascinated, as Juanita’s tongue darted into Barbara’s obviously hot pussy. The older woman’s head went back as the young one eagerly sucked and tongued her curly haired mature cunt. Jenny, unaware that her own right hand had now slid to her own black-haired cunt continued watching as her own worked her pussy into a sticky lather. Both her nipples were hard as marbles as the towel slipped to her waist. Jenny was having trouble standing still now.

Barbara’s pussy was so excited. She held Juanita’s head tightly and pushed it as hard as possible against her hot cunt as the young tongue darted in, around, in, out. Just as she was ready to explode, Barbara heard a loud sound; a twig snapping nearby!

Spinning around, Barbara caught sight of Jenny behind the bushes.

“Hey you! Why are you spying on us? Come out here!” Barbara shouted while hurriedly slipping her bikini back on. Juanita looked stunned but hastily pulled on her own bikini.

Jenny stepped in to the light stammering, “I wasn’t spying. I just got here. I didn’t even see anyone until you spoke. Please, help me.”

Barbara and Juanita stared at the intruder: a cute Chinese woman wearing nothing but a towel. The Chinese woman hadn’t seen them groping each other.

Barbara said, “Help? What are you doing in the middle of the forest wearing nothing but a towel?”

Jenny sobbingly poured out the whole story of her gang rape and her terrifying run through the forest. She mentioned the names of her attackers.

Barbara nodded, “You’ve been through a lot honey. Tell you what, we’ll fix you a hot meal, you can get cleaned up in the lake and in the morning we’ll take you in to town.” Handing Jenny some soap, Barbara added to herself, “So my macho husband and his gang like to fuck Chinese chicks. Well, maybe I’ll see what they like.”

Friends at last! Jenny stepped knee-deep in the lake water applying soap liberally, especially in the areas that had been violated. She smiled knowing her ordeal was finally over.

Barbara and Juanita sat by the fire watching Jenny bathe. Barbara’s fingers pushed into the front of Juanita’s bikini bottom finding her pussy hole and rubbed as she watched the Chinese chick with the cute pigtails and soapy body. The short body, small tits and tight ass turned her on. She whispered a plan to Juanita who looked worried and shook her head uncertainly. Barbara whispered some more and Juanita slowly, then enthusiastically nodded her head.

After bathing, Jenny enjoyed a meal of corn and hamburgers. Then, feeling totally exhausted, she stretched out on a blanket kindly given her by the two wonderful ladies and fell fast asleep.

Barbara grinned and winked at Juanita as they watched the naked, exhausted Jenny sleeping on the blanket. Switching on her cell phone, she snapped a few photo’s of Jenny from various angles before phoning her husband, Luke, and telling him, “Just sent you some pictures. Hope you enjoy them. More pics later. Love ya.”

Jenny’s bare, petite body felt nothing when the two women crept close, touched her nipples and kissed her lips. Jenny’s body still felt nothing when Barbara tied her wrists to two low-hanging tree branches. Nor did her body feel anything when Juanita tied her legs with long ropes to another tree. Barbara snapped a few more pictures of Jenny tied spread-eagled on the ground.

Barbara smiled saying, “You take the top, I’ll take the bottom. When she wakes up, make her eat your cunt.”

“What if she won’t?” Juanita replied.

“Won’t?? Slap her silly face until she will!” Barbara began kissing Jenny’s ankles, slowly moving up her calves then her inner thighs. The short legs were soft and tender so she took a few nibbles too.

Juanita gently kissed Jenny’s soft lips while tentatively touching the small titty mounds. The small nipples on Jenny’s quarter-sized dark areolas stood erect from the cool night air. Juanita playfully tweaked and pulled the tiny nipples while trying to force her tongue into Jenny’s sleeping mouth.

Jenny Li’s eyes snapped open, wide. She stared at the woman kissing her for a second then let out a scream and tried to jump up. No luck. Her arms and legs were firmly tied.

“Stop! What the fuck are you doing?” Jenny yelled.

Barbara slapped the tender part of Jenny’s legs hard and laughed, “We’re fucking you. What do you think? Now eat my girlfriend’s cunt.”

Juanita, taking her cue, said, “Yeah. Eat me bitch. Eat my hot pussy. Taste me.” She slapped Jenny’s face and tits a few times for emphasis. Then she shoved her wet cunt into Jenny’s face to cut off any argument.

Jenny struggled to push away the suffocating cunt that had just plopped down on her face. It was impossible! No hands to fight with, she could only push with her face.

Juanita felt Jenny’s vain attempts to push her away. This excited her because Jenny’s nose had poked into her cunt. She eagerly rubbed her sticky pussy on Jenny’s nose and all over her face all the while saying, “That’s it little bitch. Feel my pussy. Eat me! Eat me!”

Barbara asked, as her own tongue approached Jenny’s black thatch, “Is she eating you yet?”

“No.”

Barbara stopped then started slapping Jenny’s legs and stomach yelling, “Eat my fucking girlfriend bitch or you’ll wish you were never born!”

Poor frightened Jenny, to escape the vicious slaps tentatively stuck her tongue into Juanita’s waiting pussy.

“That’s better. Now suck me good. Stick your tongue in like you really like me. Yes. Yes!” Juanita enjoyed the soft little tongue licking her sticky hole. Rubbing her wet pussy back and forth on Jenny’s face, she squeezed Jenny’s small tits trying to make the honey-colored mounds go red.

Jenny, having no choice, continued licking the wet pussy grinding on her face. Every time she slowed or stopped she received a rough slap. Swallowing her humiliation and fighting exhaustion, she licked and licked, darting her petite tongue in and out of the sweet girl hole. Soon she felt a warm sensation between her own legs. The other woman was licking Jenny’s cunt!

Barbara, kneeling between Jenny’s legs, spread Jenny’s cunt wide open with her fingers, bent her head down and rammed her big, hot tongue right in the hole. Locating the pink button, she took a nibble, sucked it in into her mouth and lashed it with her strong tongue.

As Jenny wriggled trying to dislodge the invading tongue, Barbara slid her hands under Jenny’s ass. One hand on each cheek, she squeezed. Thinking to herself, “Nice ass, firm.” she then forced one finger into the crack of Jenny’s ass while still tongue fucking her cunt. She kept this up for a while until her cell phone rang.

“Yes?” she answered her phone in the middle of her fuck.

“This is Luke. Liked the picture. We were just fucking that bitch but she got away. Take some more pictures for us.” Luke sounded quite drunk, as usual.

“More pictures on the way.” Barbara answered as she aimed her phone at Jenny’s struggling petite honey-colored body. She made sure to get several pictures of Jenny eating Juanita’s cunt. Then she put the phone near Jenny’s head so Luke could hear the licking sounds.

Juanita started to gasp from the pleasure of Jenny’s licking. She pulled on Jenny’s nipples while continually moaning. Her young body shook as she approached climax. Her pussy rode up and down making Jenny’s face sticky, filling her nostrils with hot girl smell.

Juanita finally let out a victorious screech and, panting heavily, turned to grin at Barbara who continued snapping pictures.

Barbara returned the grin saying, “Hope that was good. Now move over so I can sit on that bitch’s face too.”

Juanita stood allowing Barbara to snap a clear picture of Jenny’s desperate face. She promptly sat on the face placing her mature pussy square on Jenny’s lips while telling Juanita, “Now it’s your turn to taste Chinese pussy. Enjoy.”

Then she added, “Stick your ass in the air so I can lick you.”

Now, Jenny, laying on her back, arms and legs tied, obediently licked at Barbara’s juicy pussy. Barbara tongued Juanita’s cunt from behind and Juanita’s warm tongue assaulted Jenny’s petite cunt. Again, any time Jenny’s efforts slowed she received a hard slap of encouragement.

Barbara felt her excitement rising from the small tongue inside her while taking great pleasure in the taste of Juanita’s own young pussy.

Juanita felt herself approaching climax a second time as she enjoyed gobbling her Chinese takeout. Sometimes she would stop for a few seconds to rest her tongue while lightly slapping Jenny’s exposed cunt.

Jenny desperately tried to keep licking to avoid the slaps while trying to ignore the disgusting tongue lapping at her poor pussy. She wanted to scream. The woman on top of her shuddered and convulsed while the one at her pussy shook while pushing harder into her worn out cunt.

Barbara sat up, ignoring the fact her ass was now firmly in Jenny’s face. “Well that was a good fuck. How was your end?”

“Tastes good, but I’m tired now.” Juanita replied with a big yawn.

“Let’s bed down in the tent. Just you and me in each other’s arms.” Barbara suggested.

“What about her?” Juanita asked looking at Jenny.

“Oh, yeah. She’s on our blanket. Take the blanket.”

Barbara and Juanita slept soundly in each other’s loving arms.

Jenny sobbed herself to sleep on the cold ground still tied and unable to move.

The sun shone in Jenny’s eyes. She woke. Her arms and legs were no longer tied. She sat up, naked, staring as she heard the voices.

“Bye, bye love. We had a great time. Bye.”

Barbara and Juanita were paddling away in the canoe, waving to her and blowing kisses!!

Looking wildly around, Jenny realized they had left nothing, not even her towel or sandals. She was naked and lost in the forest.

Starting to sob, Jenny noticed something shiny sticking out from under some leaves.

Barbara’s cell phone!!

She laughed hysterically. One call to her friend at State police and revenge would be sweet.

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The futa discipline a naughty paper girl while the futa cutie makes an incestuous creampie with her mother!

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Nineteen: Futa Spank the Naughty Girl

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mildred Dean

The minx coat felt so wonderfully naughty around my naked body. The woman who ran Elegant Accouterments panted, the cum running out of her pussy. She had a big smile on her face. I thought getting fucked by my amazing futa-cock was worth two minx coats.

My dick thrust out hard before me, bobbing as I headed back to my car. I didn’t care about going naked. The people on the sidewalk, who gasped at the sight of myself and my girlfriend, Kyra, didn’t matter. If they tried to stop me, I had my panties in hand.

I could do whatever I wanted. I was like a queen.

“Ooh, this feels so amazing on me,” Kyra moaned, wearing a silvery minx coat. This was what she wanted, so I got it for her.

I winked at her and slid into my car. Kyra climbed in on the other side. The fur whisked across the seat as I settled down. My dick twitched me. I put the car into drive and pulled out into traffic. I glanced down at the GPS.

We would have so much fun once we arrived at our destination.

I loved being a futa. I hoped Chloe and Athena were having as much fun as me. I couldn’t wait to find out to whom Chloe had given the last pair of panties to. I trusted that naughty, eighteen-year-old futa-minx to find the perfect woman to bestow the last pair of mind-controlling panties upon.

My pussy clenched in anticipation of the fun that was to come.

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Athena Pearce

“The meeting with the investment firm is in one hour,” one of my sexy secretaries said. Virginia Delish was a blonde and busty beauty whose pussy dripped with my cum. She sat on the edge of my desk as I worked on approving some changes to Haige Technology, the company I now led thanks to the mind-control panties. “The helicopter will be landing in the next five minutes on the roof.”

I smiled. “Wonderful.”

“It is,” Minako said. My other secretary sat naked on the other side of my desk, a lovely sight to see as I worked. She was Japanese and petite, the opposite of Virginia in every way. Minako was my original secretary while Virginia was not only the former CEO’s “executive assistant” but also his lover.

I had stolen more than his company from Alexander Haige.

I sent my approval in the email and rose naked, my large cock thrusting out before me. I had to make sure that Mildred Dean had all the power in the world. This company needed more money. It could be huge, the next Amazon or even Google. With my panties, I could do so much good.

And I would find Sasha Ford for my mistress. The rogue futa wouldn’t be able to escape the power I would have at my disposal. I sauntered out of the room, flanked by my two secretaries. The start of my harem. I would have my own to love me when Mildred wasn’t here for me to bask in her glorious presence.

I loved her so much. She was amazing. I was so glad to be under her power.

“After the meeting with the investment bankers, I want you to set up a meeting with any politicians you can. The mayor, governor, senators. The more powerful the better.”

“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” my two secretaries said together, their voices a pair of sultry purrs.

“That sounds so hot,” Minako added.

“Mmm, she’s going to be so powerful,” Virginia purred. “You know, Governor Reynolds has that sexy trophy wife.”

I smiled, my cock throbbing. “You are absolutely right. I know why I keep you two around.”

“Because we’re fun to fuck,” Virginia answered.

“And you want to breed us,” Minako added.

“God, yes,” I groaned as we moved through the executives’ floor.

They were all under my power here. None of them batted an eye at my nudity. Ahead, was a private veranda that doubled as a helipad. The chopper was landing, the soundproofing good enough to muffle out the roar of the spinning blades.

“Minako, take care of the pilots,” I said.

My Japanese beauty rushed ahead, her cute ass wiggling. Virginia was texting on her phone beside me. She had a smile on her lips. She must be setting up the meetings. As Mr. Haige’s “assistant,” she had connections I could exploit.

Everything was going perfectly.

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Mildred Dean

“Holy shit,” Janette Irwin said when she opened the door. “What the hell is this? You’re both naked. Who are you? And you have a cock!” She slammed the door shut.

As it flew closed, I tossed my panties. It struck the door, slid down the wood, and vanished inside. The door boomed shut a moment later. I smiled as I heard Janette groan inside. She was Kyra’s papergirl. A lazy, young cunt who would rather leave Janette’s newspaper lying in the middle of her lawn, often ruining it despite the cheap, plastic bag it came in.

She had to be punished. And then she would be one of Kyra’s sex slaves.

My best friend, who had always been there for me when I had my fears and anxiety issues, deserved the best. I had mind-controlled her into a lesbian who craved submissive girls to serve her. She had one sex slave already, a nurse named Deanna.

“Oh, my god,” Janette said. “Oh, that’s amazing. That’s the best thing in the world. Mmm, which one of you owns these panties because your pussy smells amazing.”

“I do. You are going to strip naked, open the door, then fall to your knees and beg to be punished for being a terrible paper girl.”

“Oh, god, I am terrible,” the girl moaned. “I never do that dumb job right.”

“No, you never do,” Kyra said. “Waste my money, you lazy cow.”

I could hear the clothes rustling. Janette was stripping naked in a hurry. I shuddered, my cunt on fire. This was so hot. I loved that we were going to do this. It was so much fun to dominate women. To twist them with my mind-control and make them into complete sluts.

The door opened. Janette had perky, eighteen-year-old tits that jiggled. Both of her pink nipples were pierced by silver rings. She had the tattoo of a snake wrapped around her stomach and slithering up to circle her left tit. More silver gleamed amid her shaved pussy lips. Her clit, too, was pierced with jewelry that matched her nubs’ adornments.

She fell to her knees and moaned, “Please, please, punish me for being a bad papergirl.”

“We will,” I said. “How do you think she should be punished, Kyra?”

Kyra looked around at the messy apartment. It had soda bottles scattered around, some clothing on the floor, a few boxes that it looked like never got unpacked when Janette had moved in. A bowl of cereal, looking like she had been in the process of eating it, sat on her table. Newspapers lay scattered everywhere, still rolled up and held closed by rubber bands.

“Slave, fetch a newspaper with your teeth and bring it back to me so I can spank you for being a lazy slut,” Kyra hissed.

Janette snorted. “Why would I do that?”

“Because Kyra owns you. She’s Queen Kyra to you, and her words are the law. If she says, ‘Eat my pussy,’ you ask, ‘How many times do you want to cum?’ Do you get it.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry, Queen Kyra. I didn’t know. I’ll do it! I’m so sorry!”

Kyra smiled as Janette turned around on her hands and knees and went for the nearest newspaper. Her head snapped down. She bit her teeth into it and then lifted it up. She turned back around and crawled to us, her knees sliding across the carpet. The sight sent a heady rush sweeping through my pussy. This naughty heat washed through me. I shivered at it. My cheeks burned hot.

Janette held the newspaper in her teeth, her blue eyes staring up at us. The blonde slut whimpered. Kyra took the newspaper, a big smile growing on her lips. Her fur coat rustled around her, those round tits of hers peeking out.

“Now, crawl to the couch and bend over it,” commanded my girlfriend. “You will stay like that until your punishment is over.”

“Yes, Queen Kyra,” moaned Janette.

The girl whirled around and crawled to the couch. Her cute rump wiggled at us. My futa-cock throbbed at the sight. It was such a stirring sight. My pussy clenched, juices soaking my bush. My girl-balls ached with a load of cum.

“God, this is so hot,” moaned Kyra. She glanced at me. “Do you know that? This is turning me on big time. Oh, my god, I love this.”

“Good,” I told her and smiled. “That’s what I want to hear.”

Kyra and I swept into the rooms in our elegant furs. I felt like royalty. My futa-cock bobbed before me. The silk lining caressed my naked flesh and brushed my nipples. I groaned, hugging the luxurious coat about my body and shuddered.

Janette bent over the armrest. Her tight, shaved pussy gleamed between her thighs. Her clit piercing was such a stirring sight to behold. I grabbed my cock and stroked it as Kyra drew back the newspaper. Her coat rustled as she slammed it down on the girl’s rump.

THUD!

The rustling impact had the girl gasping. Her tight butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I smiled at it. I loved how her flesh rippled. It was such a wicked thing to see. A spread of red blushed across her rump.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry, Queen Kyra,” moaned Janette. “Did I deliver your paper to you wrong?”

“Every fucking morning!” Kyra hissed. “I talked to you last week.”

“Oh, god, I was pretty stoned most of the time.”

“You little slut!” hissed Kyra.

SWISH!

THUD!

The newspaper cracked across her rump. Janette gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching. My futa-dick throbbed at the wonderful sight. A grin spread across Kyra’s lips. Her fur coat rustled around her as she cocked back again.

SWISH!

THUD!

“Queen Kyra!” the naughty papergirl gasped, her back arching. “Oh, yes, yes, I’ve been such a bad, bad girl.”

“Are you enjoying this?” asked Kyra.

“Mmm, I am, Queen Kyra!” The girl wiggled her hips. “I’ve been soooo bad. Punish me!”

“God, why does this make me so wet?” Kyra asked me as she cocked back her arm.

Cock throbbing, I moaned, “Because that’s a dirty, nasty slut that wants you to spank her ass, get her dripping wet, and then you’re going to unleash her on your pussy. She’s going to lick you. Eat you. She’s going to suck that clit until you cum so hard.”

“Yes!” Janette moaned.

SWISH!

THUD!

“Oh, god, yes!” the girl moaned, her ass now a bright red. The newspaper was flattened at the end from the impact. “Mmm, I’m going to suck your clit so hard.”

THUD!

“Just nurse on your bud!”

THUD!

“Make you cum so hard, Queen Kyra!”

THUD!

“Yes, you will,” my lover moaned. “While I wear my expensive coat. Mmm, I need it. God, I need it right now.”

THUD!

My friend tossed her newspaper to the ground after that last impact. “Janette, I want you on your knees and sucking on my clit. You’re going to nurse on that bud until I cum.” Then Kyra glanced at me. “Which one of her holes do you want. Her asshole or her pussy?”

“You pick,” I said, my dick throbbing. My cunt clenched, the heat soaking my bush.

“She’s going to fuck your asshole with her big futa-dick. Lucky you, right, slave?”

“Yes, Queen Kyra!” the wicked slut moaned as she slid off the armrest.

Kyra backed up, her hands rubbing her fur coat into her breasts. She stopped when there was enough space between her sex slave and the couch for me to fuck that ass. Janette buried her face into her mistress’s pussy, latched on, and sucked on that clit. Her cheeks hollowed while such wicked sound echoed through the room.

I loved those dirty suckles. My dick throbbed. I moved around behind her. My cock ached and throbbed. I was so horny. So ready to do wicked and naughty and wild things to her. I would fuck her so hard. I would pound that ass.

My robe swished around me as I stopped behind the slut. Kyra shuddered and whimpered. Her face twisted in pleasure. She bucked and humped the slut, her fingers dug into the silvery minx fur adorning her body. She grinned from ear to ear.

“That’s it!” she hissed. “That’s how you suck my clit, slut. Mmm, you’re finally doing something right.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, staring at that burning ass. I fell to my knees and spanked my cock against Janette’s ass.

SMACK!

I shuddered from the impact. A smile crossed my lips. Then I pressed the tip of my cock into her butt-crack. I slid it down lower and lower, savoring the texture of her rump, until I found that puckered asshole.

I smiled at the feel of that wicked sphincter against my dick’s tip. That felt nice. I would fuck her hard. Just pound her with passion. I pushed on her anal ring, my precum lubing the way. That tight, velvety hole parted for me. She groaned around Kyra’s clit as her asshole stretched wider and wider.

That naughty hole yawned wide and swallowed the tip of my cock.

“Yes!” I groaned, my fur coat swaying around my body. The silk lining felt so wonderfully cool and sleek on my hot skin. “You fucking slut, yes!”

I drilled inch after inch of my cock into Janette’s delicious bowels. She squealed. Moaned. Her tight asshole squeezed around my cock. I loved the feel of her grip. That hot, tight sheath held me with such a firm grip. It was wonderful. Amazing. I loved every moment of sliding into her depths. The heat rushed up my cock.

My head swayed from side to side. The heat rippled through my body. It was incredible to enjoy. I shuddered as I penetrated to the hilt in her asshole. My balls rubbed against her naughty rump. Her bowels clenched around me.

“Mmm, Mildred, you’re sodomizing my slut,” Kyra moaned.

“Not yet I’m not,” I purred. “But I’m about to. I’m about to ram this cock to the hilt in her over and over again. She’s going to be crying out for mercy.”

“Yes!” my girlfriend said. “Oh, god, the way she sucks on my clit. Please, please, fuck my slut’s bowels. Pound her hard.”

“You got it!” I moaned.

I drew back. Janette groaned, her bowels clinging to my dick. That wonderful, velvety caress around my shaft had me shuddering. Groaning. I loved every moment of it. I savored every second of that hot asshole clinging to my futa-cock.

Then I slammed back into her. My pussy clenched from the rush of delight that surged down my twat. My balls smacked into her ass. The heat burned through me. I threw back my head, my tits jiggling and the fur coat rustling around me.

It was so hot to feel the slut’s bowels gripping me. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would pound into her hard and fast. Just fuck her with powerful thrusts. I slammed into her depths. It was incredible to feel. A wild heat to plunge into her with all my passion.

“Oh, my god!” Kyra moaned.

“I know!” I gasped. “Ooh, you got a hot-ass slut! She’s a perfect choice!”

“Thank you!” my lover moaned. She beamed at me. “That makes me happy.”

“Good!”

I thrust with powerful strokes. I plowed into the slut’s asshole. She gripped me. My balls smacked over and over into her. The heat melted down my cock to my nuts and to my pussy. The pressure grew and grew in me. I would have such an explosive release.

I would spurt into her. I would fire all that cum into her depths. It would be amazing to experience. I would flood her with all that spunk. My cunt clenched, the cream running down my thighs. I gasped, my breasts bouncing and jiggling.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I panted. The fur coat rustled around me. I stared at my lover. Her breasts swayed beneath hers. Nipples peeked out as those tits jiggled back and forth. She trembled. “Are you going to cum on the slut’s face.

“I am!” she moaned. “I’m going to cum so hard. I’m going to explode. Oh, yes, yes!”

“Good!” I panted, driving my hips forward. I pumped away at that tight asshole, the ache swelling at the tip of my futa-dick. “Mmm, I’m going to flood your asshole. Keep nursing on my lover’s clit until she cums!”

“Won’t be long now!” gasped Kyra. “Ooh, yes, yes, I’m almost there… Fuck!”

Kyra bucked. Her tits heaved beneath her minx coat. Her head tossed back. I loved the sounds she made. The naughty Janette stopped sucking, able to act on her own. She used her free will to lap up my lover’s cream. To drink that jizz.

It sent me over the edge. I buried to the hilt in the little slut’s asshole. My balls smacked into her taint. The pleasure rushed down my cock to my pussy. The pressure in my nuts hit that breaking point. My cum jetted out of them, flowed up my cock, and exploded into the whore’s bowels.

“Yes!” I gasped as my pussy convulsed.

Juices gushed out and flooded down my thighs. My cum pumped out of my dick over and over again. Wild spurts of jizz that slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. Then the waves of rapture from my cunt washed across my thoughts.

“Oh, god, yes!” Janette moaned. Her asshole spasmed around my spurting dick.

I reveled in the wonderful delight of her bowels milking my shaft. My body trembled, my cock erupting over and over again. All that hot jizz pumped out of me into the writhing depths of her bowels. I reveled in it. I enjoyed every moment of cumming in her.

My balls emptied themselves in her asshole. My fur coat rustled around me as I hit that peak of ecstasy. I floated there. I panted and groaned, my heart pumping the heat through my veins. My fingers gripped the slut’s hips.

“Oh, that was amazing!” moaned Kyra. “Mmm, it’s so awesome but… You’re a pig. I don’t want to be in such a messy place.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Queen Kyra!” Janette pulled from me, sliding her asshole off my dick. “I’ll clean it up.”

“No, no, I never want to come back here. We’re leaving.” She smiled. “You don’t need any clothes either, slave. But feel free to crawl around behind us.”

“Yes, Queen Kyra,” the slut said, her excitement burning in her voice.

I smiled at my lover. I had made something wicked with her. I had mind-controlled her into being a lesbian domme. We would have so much fun together. I loved these panties. I snagged them up on our way out the door, a buzz to my step.

I wondered what naughty Chloe was up to right now.

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

Chloe Quick

Mom’s apron hitting the floor was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life.

She was so gloriously naked beneath. My mother was a sexy MILF. Dad was lucky to have married her. Maybe Mildred would even let Mom go back to him. My eyes drank in Mom’s beauty from her blonde hair spilling around her hungry and mature face to her large breast swaying as she drew in her deep breaths. I groaned at the sight of the big tits I nursed from as a baby. My eyes traveled lower and lower to the flare of her hips, the sleekness of her thighs, the silky bushiness of her pubic hair.

Her pussy lurked beneath those curls, hungry for my big futa-cock to ream into her. Her mommy-cunt hungered for my big girl-dick. My balls tensed and my twat clenched. The heat rushed through my body.

“Mmm, churn my pussy up so I can make that lovely snack for your girlfriend to enjoy,” Mom said.

“You’re the best, Mrs. Quick,” Stacey said. “I love creampies. This will be the best one ever. Chloe told me that I love incest. And I do. I love it so much. Everything she tells me is amazing. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Are you happy, Stacey?” Mom asked as she sauntered forward, those big tits of her swaying back and forth.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “I’m so happy. Ooh, I’m just so ready to get eaten out by you while Chloe fucks you, Mrs. Quick.”

“You are going to keep her happy, right?” Mom asked me, giving me a stern look. “I won’t have you abusing your power, Chloe Quick. You’re still not too big for me to bend over my lap and spank. Or I will have your father strap you.”

“Mom!” I gasped and shivered. I couldn’t control either of my parents. The amazing Mildred had them under her panties’ powers. “I would never hurt Stacey. She’s my girlfriend. I love her!” As I said those three words, this thrill shot through me. It was like our friendship had transformed into something even more awesome.

Lead into gold or something. Alchemy. That was in Harry Potter, right? Or one of those other YA books I used to read all the time.

Whatever, it was something better. I would never hurt my girlfriend. I would make her happy with my powers. And she was happy doing whatever I told her. Which made me happy. And that made me horny. I wanted to fuck my mom so badly.

“You do love her,” Mom said and smiled. “That’s wonderful. My little kitten has brought a cute puppy home to play with.”

She kissed me on the mouth. I groaned at the feel of my mother’s lips on mine. That naughty, incestuous thrill ran through me. My futa-cock throbbed and ached. A wave of heat rushed through me. My pussy clenched. The heat tingled through my body.

Then she broke it and turned to Stacey. “Mmm, let’s play, little puppy.”

“Woof!” Stacey barked in the most adorable way. I couldn’t help but shiver in delight.

My mother pushed Stacey back until she fell onto Mildred’s couch. Then Mom sank down and thrust her head between my girlfriend’s thighs. Mom aimed her rump right at me. My futa-dick throbbed as I stared at that hot sight.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it as I advanced. Stacey gasped. Her eyes widened. Her head tossed back and forth. Her thighs squeezed around my mother’s head as she moaned. I knew what she was feeling.

“Mrs. Quick!” Stacey purred. “Oh, Mrs. Quick, that’s amazing.”

“I bet it is,” I said and fell to my knees. I smacked Mom’s rump with my futa-cock. I drummed back and forth, moaning, “Make my girl cum hard!”

“I will, little futa-kitty,” she answered. “Mmm, just slide that girl-cock into my mommy-pussy. I need to cum.”

“Yes!”

I slid my girl-cock down and down until I nuzzled into her cunt. I pressed into her snatch. Her hot folds slid over my dick. I groaned as I felt that wonderful sheath spreading wide to engulf my cock. I groaned as I pressed in deeper and deeper.

She shuddered and moaned. Her pussy felt amazing around my dick. That silky and tight sheath squeezed about me. I threw back my head and savored that amazing snatch sliding over my cock and soaking my dick in incestuous heat.

“Kitty-cat!” Mom groaned. “My, what a big dick you have.”

“The better to fuck you with, Mommy!” I moaned, my dick throbbing in her cunt’s depths. I slid to the hilt in her, my balls rubbing into her bush.

“Yes, yes, fuck her hard, Chloe!” Stacey moaned. Her hands cupped her little titties. “Just pound her with such passion. Slam that dick into her and make her cum. Then I’m going to lick her all up.”

“Yes, you are!” I moaned and drew back.

Mom groaned into my girlfriend’s twat, her pussy clenching around me. That mommy-cunt felt amazing. I loved it sucking at me. Then I thrust back into her snatch. My balls smacked into her bush again, her silky curls tickling my hairless nuts.

It was amazing. The heat rushed down my girl-dick to my pussy. My girly balls drank in the delight. I grabbed my mom’s hips and fucked away at her. I grinned at my girlfriend as I did it. I fucked into her hard and fast.

She grinned back at me. She arched her back and groaned out her pleasure. It was so sexy to hear her moaning. Such a wild delight for me to experience. I winked at her, pumping my hips away at my mother’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Chloe. “Mrs. Quick! Mmm, you got your tongue so deep in my cunt.”

“Doesn’t her pussy taste so good, Mom?” I asked, thrusting in and out of her snatch.

“So good!” she groaned, her cunt clenching down around me. “And so does that cock pumping away at my cunt.”

“Yay!” I moaned, loving that fact.

I plunged into her snatch faster and faster. I thrust into her. I buried to the hilt in my mother’s cunt. The ache built and built at the tip of my girl-dick. I came closer and closer to making that yummy creampie for my Stacey to enjoy.

Mom groaned with my every thrust. Her head moved, her blonde hair sliding over Stacey’s legs. My girlfriend moaned, her brown pigtails swaying about her face. She gasped and quivered, such delight crossing her expression.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she groaned. “That’s amazing, Mrs. Quick! Ooh, you know how to eat my pussy.”

“Eat her pussy!” I cheered.

“I am!” Mom shuddered, her hips wiggling. “And my sexy, little kitty-cat knows how to pound that cock into me and make me cum.”

“You betcha I do!” I moaned, thrusting into her with hard and powerful thrusts. “Enjoy, Mommy.”

I slammed deep into her pussy. She gasped into my girlfriend’s cunt. Mom’s pussy spasmed around me. I savored that incestuous spasm writhing around my flesh. The heat shot down to my cunt. The warmth spread through to my balls.

Then Stacey gasped. She bucked on the couch, her face scrunching up in rapture. I grinned, so delighted that she was cumming, too. That was so hot. So amazing. I loved it. I loved every second of thrusting into my mother’s spasming twat.

I buried hard into her convulsing cunt. Her flesh sucked at me. My balls cracked into her bush. I whimpered, the pressure at the tip of my futa-cock swelling to that point of no return. Mom’s twat hungered for my cum. She ached for it.

“Cum in your mommy, Chloe!” gasped Stacey as she writhed through her pleasure. “I want to eat her pussy full of your jizz!”

“Yes!” I howled.

I buried into my mother and erupted.

Hot spurts of cum fired out of my futa-cock. The jizz rushed out of my balls. My pussy convulsed. Cream flooded out of my snatch. The dual delights rushed through my body. Rapture from my dick. Ecstasy from my cunt. They both reached my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Ooh, you’re awesome. Oh, Mommy! Drain my girly balls!”

“Mmm, just fire all that cum into my pussy!” Mom groaned. She lifted her head and threw a look over her shoulders. Pussy cream gleamed on her lips. “Just soak me. Flood me. Let’s make Stacey the yummiest creampie ever.”

“Yes!” I gasped and pumped the last of my girl-cum into my mother. I shuddered in place for one wondrous second. My own blonde hair danced around my shoulders. Stars still twinkled before my eyes. Then I ripped my futa-dick out. “Bon appetit!”

“Mmm, thank you,” Chloe said as I backed up from my mother’s mouth.

My cum leaked out of Mom’s snatch. That wonderful delight. I licked my lips, wanting to feast on it myself. Stacey scooted over on the couch and then slid off. She darted behind Mom and fell to her knees. She groaned at the sight.

Stacey buried her face into my mother’s twat and went to town. My sexy girlfriend rubbed her face into Mom’s blonde bush, pink tongue flicking out to lap up my cum matting those golden curls. My futa-cock throbbed while my balls swayed.

I was so ready to get wild. My eyes drifted to Stacey’s cute tush. She had that delicious rump that was just begging to have my dick slide into her asshole. I would bugger her hard and make her explode in rapture. That would be hot.

I was just debating if I should slide into her when she lifted her head up and asked, “Are you going to join me?”

“Oh, my god, I love you!” I moaned and fell to my knees beside her. “You are the best girlfriend ever.”

She beamed at me and then kissed me, her lips sticky with my salty cum and Mom’s spicy cunt. It was such a wicked treat to enjoy. My tongue darted around her lips. I caressed her. Teased her. I enjoyed every second of tasting that sweet and yummy pussy. It was the best thing in the world to experience. A heady rush ran through me.

Then we broke the kiss and both of us nuzzled into my mother’s twat. More of my cum had dribbled out to mat those golden girls. Together, Stacey and I flicked our tongues up through those folds and stroked across my mom’s thick cunt lips.

That spicy cream coated my mouth. That incestuous flavor of the pussy that birthed me saturated my taste buds. I loved it. I closed my eyes, my left cheek rubbing into Stacey’s, and devoured my mother. My tongue fluttered up and down, sliding past Stacey’s as we shared this delight.

“Ooh, that’s so good,” Mom moaned. “I have a sexy kitty and a naughty puppy lapping at my mommy-pussy. Mmm, yes!”

“Woof!” Stacey barked.

My pussy clenched and my futa-dick throbbed. Could she get any more adorable?

I thrust my tongue into my mother’s twat. I licked out the spicy cream and that salty jizz. The wicked flavors melted across my tongue. I reveled in the two flavors. My girlfriend’s tongue joined mine. We both scooped up the mix of passion.

Mom moaned. She groaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched before us. She wiggled her hips and smeared her furry muff across our faces. Every time my tongue brushed Stacey’s, it was like we kissed. Like we shared something wicked and wild.

I loved it.

Our tongues danced and darted around my mother’s twat. This was so much fun to enjoy. The incestuous delight was a treat. My own twat clenched as the heat rushed through me. Pussy cream soaked the back of my balls. I groaned, loving every moment of the sweet flavor of mommy cunt melting across my tongue.

“Oh, that’s it!” Mom groaned. “Mmm, you two are licking me dry.”

“Yes, we are!” I moaned.

“Mmm, it’s so yummy, Mrs. Quick!”

I kissed my girlfriend quickly on the lips. Our tongues brushed. Then we were back to feasting on that cunt. We devoured my mommy, our cheeks rubbing together, jaws moving as we licked and lapped at that cunt. It was such a delicious treat to enjoy.

I wanted Mom to cum. To squirt her passion all over us. It would be just the best. I licked with more ferocity. More hunger. I lapped up my cream as Mom’s moans grew louder and louder. She whimpered and moaned, asscheeks clenching.

“Mrs. Quick!” Stacey purred. “You sound like you’re about to cum.”

“Getting there!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m getting there. This is amazing. This is going to be the very best. I love you both!”

“Yay!” I gasped and thrust my tongue into her pussy. I wiggled around in her. I swirled and fluttered and teased her flesh.

Stacey’s joined mine.

Both of our tongues swirled and danced together in my mother’s cunt. It was so kinky feeling her silky flesh squeezing around us. Her twat grew hotter and hotter. I could feel it coming closer and closer. All I could taste was her spicy cream now.

Then Mom squealed.

Her juices gushed out of her pussy as her cunt spasmed around our tongues. Incestuous mommy-cream flooded my mouth. I gulped it down. I moaned as I savored it, my futa-dick throbbing. My balls ached. This was so naughty.

“Chloe! Stacey!” Mom gasped. “You little vixens!”

“I’m a kitty!” I gasped.

“Woof!” Stacey barked.

“Yes, yes, you’re both so sexy!” Mom groaned. “Oh, god, yes!”

My girlfriend and I lapped at my mom’s folds. We devoured all that spicy cream that gushed out of her. It was so sexy. I was so turned on right now. Mom whimpered. Her asscheeks clenched tight. Then she pulled away from us. She turned around and sat on the couch over us.

“Oh, my god, you two are naughty,” she moaned. “Mmm, and what did you get up to at school?”

Delight burst through me. “Mom, Mom, I gave Ms. Escamilla the panties, and she’s just the hottest teacher at my college.”

Stacey nodded her head for emphasis.

“And she used her panties to take over her class and she popped three virgin pussies. Just rammed her dick into them one after the other. Pow! Pow! Pow!”

“Wow, three?” Mom asked.

“But I popped more!” I declared. “I got like twelve or something.”

“Fifteen,” Stacey said. “She did them one after the other during her assembly.”

Mom arched an eyebrow. “That many virgins.”

“And I hope I bred them all, but that’s getting ahead of myself,” I said. “Because first I found Ms. Escamilla having an orgy without me, and I had to spank her for that.”

“Of course,” Mom said, sounding amused. Her smile grew as I told her all about how I took over the school.

“And there’s a contest. At the end of the year, all the girls who give birth will have DNA tests for their babies to find out who knocked them up. The guy, or futa, who got the most will win a big prize.”

“Wow,” Mom said. “And—”

The doorbell rang. My dick throbbed. “That’s her! She’s here!”

I bounded to my feet and darted to the door. I flew to it and ripped it open. Ms. Escamilla stood there, the Hispanic futa-professor looking so sexy. I just squealed in delight and threw my arms around her neck. I kissed her hard.

She would love fucking my mother.

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

Mildred Dean

There was a strange car in my driveway.

I frowned at it as I pulled in. Whose was that? Did Chloe bring home a professor or something? It made me wonder who she gave her panties to. I thought it would be the girl with the pigtails who’d fled the house before I got a chance to mind-control her yesterday. But it could be anyone.

I let her decide.

I parked in my garage. I slid out of the car in my minx coat, my futa-dick throbbing so hard. I was so excited to meet whoever Chloe chose. My cock bobbed before me. Kyra sauntered up to my side, looking around.

“This is so much nicer with your stuff in it,” she said. “It was so barren.”

“I know,” I said. “You should see inside. I’ve really transformed it.” Kyra had come with me when I looked at the house a month ago. She helped me take that big step into home-ownership. I owed her a lot.

I opened the door to the living room and heard, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck my pussy, Verónica. Pound me!”

“Oh, Dianne, your pussy’s as tight as your daughter’s,” a new woman moaned, her voice thick with a Hispanic accent. “Yes!”

I entered my living room to find a busty woman with golden-brown skin trembling as she lay atop Dianne Quick. Chloe’s mother gasped and moaned, her face twisting with rapture. She stared up at me, her blue eyes melting with love.

“Mildred!” Chloe squealed. She had that cute girl with pigtails riding her futa-dick. “This is my girlfriend, Stacey. She’s awesome. I took her cherry at school and now we’re in love.”

“That’s amazing,” I said, smiling at her. “And this is who you made into a futa?”

“Ms. Escamilla!” groaned Chloe. “Though you can call her Verónica.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” moaned Verónica. She was a gorgeous woman. Her tits rose and fell as she pulled out of Mrs. Quick. “Chloe tells me you’re to thank for me getting this cock since you let her choose who to give the panties to. I’m so grateful.”

“And I’m so grateful you gave Chloe her panties, Mildred!” gasped Stacey. “Yes!”

“I’m cumming!” Chloe moaned.

Verónica stood up, her dick covered in pussy juices. I licked my lips, a hot shiver running through me. I wanted to enjoy that cock. And Chloe’s, too. There was something I wanted to try.

“Well, Verónica, since you’re new, do you want to fuck my pussy or my asshole?” I asked the Hispanic futa.

“Oh, now that’s a loaded question.” A shiver ran through her. “It’s almost an impossible choice, but…” She grinned. “I did just get a nice taste of Dianne’s cunt.”

“We had a wonderful student-teacher conference,” the blonde MILF cooed. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

“So you want my ass.” I whirled around. “Chloe, on your back. I want that cock in my pussy while your hung futa-teacher fucks me in the ass!”

“Yes!” Chloe moaned. “Oh, Stacey, I love you on my cock, I do, but Mildred’s more important than you. She’s the most important person in the world. We have to obey her and love her.”

“We do!” Stacey said. “Oh, Mildred, I love you so much.” She slid off Chloe’s cock and sank down next to her. She grabbed that dick, holding the gleaming futa-shaft in her hand. “You have to just park your pussy right down on this cock and enjoy it.”

“Yes, I do,” I moaned, sauntering forward, my girl-dick swaying before me. “Kyra, why don’t you and Mrs. Quick enjoy a sixty-nine. Get to know each other.”

“Sure,” purred Kyra. “I’m down to eat some pussy with futa-cum in it.”

“Hi, I’m Dianne,” Mrs. Quick said. “You want to sit on my face? Then I’ll lick you out. Mmm, and I love that coat.”

“Thanks, Mildred got it for me. She’s amazing.”

I beamed and slipped out of my own coat. The silk lining slid down my back and ass. It caught on my heels for a moment. Then I was passed it and straddling Chloe. Stacey held the schoolgirl’s dick up for me while my own cock rubbed into the blonde’s stomach. I lowered down and pressed my cunt against that tip, pleasure rushing down my own shaft as it caressed her skin.

I shuddered at the feel of the cutie’s futa-cock against my pussy lips. I impaled myself down it, Stacey yanking her hand clear. My cunt swallowed that wonderful cock. This amazing rapture shot through me as I bottomed out on that shaft. My balls rubbed into her bush while my dick twitched against her.

Stacey ducked her head down and, like the good girl she was, sucked the tip of my cock into her hungry mouth. I groaned at the feel of her nursing on my dick while my futa-cock savored the feel of Chloe’s dick in my pussy.

“Now I get that ass,” moaned Verónica. “¡Hijo de perra! I am going to fuck it hard, Mildred. I love you so much. You’re the most important person in the world.”

“Yes, I am,” I groaned, reveling in those words.

Stacey nursed with hunger on my girl-dick. Verónica sank her knees on the couch, dimpling the cushion. Her cock slid down my spine, reaching the small of my back. Then she slid into my crack. Her precum left a ticklish trail as she slid it between my butt-cheeks. She found my asshole.

Thrust.

I gasped as my anal ring stretched to swallow her thick girth. I had had both Chloe’s and Athena’s girl-dicks in my cunt, but never while having a second futa-cock in me. My shaft throbbed in Stacey’s sucking mouth as I experienced the thrill of double penetration.

I had a student’s dick in my cunt and a teacher’s dick in my ass. This was wild.

Verónica slid deeper and deeper into my bowels. I groaned, my cunt and asshole squeezing around their dicks. My futa-cock throbbed in Stacey’s mouth. My back arched, Verónica’s big boobs rubbing into my skin.

“Mildred!” moaned Chloe. She grabbed my round tits, kneading them. “Oh, your pussy is getting so tight. I can feel you, Ms. Escamilla.”

“It’s delicious,” groaned Verónica. “We’re going to cum in her.”

“Yes!” I moaned and lifted my thighs.

I slid my pussy up Chloe’s cock, my cunt drinking in the friction. At the same moment, I reveled in Verónica drawing back her own cock in my bowels. My velvety sheath drank in the heat. I groaned when she thrust back into me. The wicked impact of her crotch against my ass drove my cunt down Chloe’s delicious dick.

The two frictions swept through me. They were amazing. I groaned, loving every moment of them. My hips wiggled to form undulating circles, stirring my cunt and asshole around those two shafts. My thighs flexed, working my cunt up and down Chloe’s futa-dick. Verónica fucked me without mercy. She pounded my asshole.

It was incredible to feel those dual delights sweeping through my body. I groaned, my pussy and asshole clenching about their girths. The two frictions met the naughty suction on my futa-dick. Stacey suckled with hunger, her tongue dancing around the tip of my cock.

My balls tightened.

My orgasm swelled in them. The pressure grew at the crown of my dick. I groaned, shuddering. Chloe’s hands kneaded my tits. She worked her digits into them. I groaned, my body shuddering. The heat rushed through me. It was incredible to feel. It was absolutely amazing. I would have such an awesome orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my cunt and asshole clamping down on the futas’ thick dicks.

“Mildred!” gasped Chloe, her fingers digging into my tits.

“Oh, that’s so incredible, Mildred,” Verónica moaned, her dick slamming into my bowels. Her heavy tits rubbed into my back.

Stacey suckled with hunger, slurping on my girl-dick.

My orgasm swelled and swelled. I threw back my head, hardly hearing the moans of Kyra and Mrs. Quick’s naughty sixty-nine. My balls tightened as I worked my cunt up and down Chloe’s dick. The pressure hit that naughty peak at the tip of my cock, Stacey suckling so hard.

Verónica buried her cock to the hilt in my asshole.

“Fuck!” I gasped and came.

My futa-cock erupted. My cum fired into Stacey’s hungry mouth. She gulped it down as my holes writhed and spasmed around Verónica’s big dick and Chloe’s hard shaft. My body trembled and bucked, the ecstasy blazing through my body.

“Cum in me!” I gasped.

“Mildred!” both futas moaned, their dicks both erupting.

Two cocks fired into my spasming holes. Two amazing dicks that flooded my asshole and pussy with all that wonderful cum. I groaned, my orgasm intensifying. It rushed out of my cunt and erupted from my dick. I drank it in as my body bucked and danced.

The futas moaned as my holes milked out their cum. I wrung them dry, the pleasure rushing through my body. I loved it. The pleasure blazed through my mind. My thoughts burned with so much rapture. It was incredible to feel. To experience. I hit that wonderful pinnacle.

“I love this so much!” I howled as I hovered there.

Stacey sucked out the last of my cum. My pussy and asshole milked Chloe’s and Verónica’s futa-dicks dry. I shuddered as my orgasm died down to that wonderful, simmering bliss. A dizzying heat swept through my mind. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I squeezed my holes around their cocks.

I loved this. I loved having my powers. I trembled there on the floor, aching to give more commands. Riding the high of my orgasm, I glanced at Mrs. Quick writhing beneath my girlfriend’s sexy body.

“Mrs. Quick, you can go home to your husband now. You’re his wife again. You will be more than happy to share your eldest daughter and sister with him.”

“Mmm, thank you, Mildred,” the MILF said. “It was hot being your woman.”

“Yes, it was,” I said. I smiled. I could do whatever I wanted.

And what I wanted was to make Sasha Ford pay.

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Sasha Ford

Three days later after fleeing, I stared at my family’s new home. A mansion on one of the islands overlooking Biscayne Bay in Miami. The owner was more than happy to give it to me after smelling my panties.

My father, mother, sister, and I would be happy here. We were far, far from Mildred, Chloe, and all those mind-controlled women. The movers were unloading the trucks that had followed us across the country. They would never tell a soul where we now lived.

This was perfect.

I stretched my back, eager to have fun in Miami. South Beach would become my own paradise of sexy women for myself and my family to fuck. We would be living the easy life. My futa-cock throbbed.

“Mom, suck my dick,” I groaned.

“Yes, honey,” she said and rushed to me, so eager to obey. That was motherly love right there. Our life would be amazing.

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Athena Pierce

“Ms. Pearce,” Minako said, stepping into the meeting I was having with several politicians. They were all under my panties’ control. “I just got a call from the moving company. They stopped at a mansion in Miami.”

I smiled. It was time to collect Sasha Ford. “I need a flight out to Florida and a meeting with the governor when I land.”

“On it, Ms. Pearce.”

Three days of waiting were over. I would deliver to Mildred what she wanted: Sasha Ford. A shiver ran through me. I would make the futa I love so deliciously happy.

To be continued…

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What happens when everyone getts Horry at Hogwarts

Horny Hogwarts

disclaimer: i don’t make jack shit off of this.

#1 Professor Lilly Potter walked down to her office in the dungeons. The potions mistress sat behind
her desk and waited
for her student to come for detention. Draco Malfoy arrived five minutes late for his assigned detention.

“Mister Malfoy, you are late again”. “Sorry Professor, got caught up doing some reading.
“Well start scrubbing the cauldrons”, spoke Lilly. Draco took off his cloak and got to work. an hour later he was finished. Lilly inspected
his work and found residue in four out of twenty cauldrons. she made the sixteen year old lad redo the four.

She watched over the young man critiquing his work ethic when her eyes were drawn to his bum.
‘damn i would like to see that’ thought Lilly. After Draco finished to cauldrons Lilly inspected them
“K their good”. Draco turned to leave.

“Where do you think your going young man”, intoned the Professor. :But you said i was good”. “Not to leave said the red head hopping up onto her desk
you just have one more assignment” spoke the perfect looking MILF in front of him spreading her legs giving Draco a view of her snatch.

Draco now instantly hard walked to his friends mum got down on his knees and started licking her pussy.
Lilly groaned as Draco’s tongue creased her clit before diving into her quim. “Your so good at this oh Draco keep it up”
moaned Lilly

And Draco did just that till Lilly came screeching. Draco flipped the red head over and bent her over-her desk, shoving her knickers
into her mouth before freeing his cock and shoving it into the woman’s hot wet sheath.

Lilly shrieked at the sudden intrusion as she had just been entered for the first time in fifteen years
she thrust back on her best friends son’s cock.

Draco started biting ans sucking on the neck of the woman who until recently thought of as an aunt.
Draco knew he could not hold off for much longer and shoved a finger inside Lilly’s arse and pinched her clit and the thirty-three year old
came violently She shrieked into her knickers as Draco filled her unprotected womb with his seed.

The two kissed fearsly when they pulled his limp dick from her cunt and Lilly said “Why Mr. Malfoy i do
believe you have earned detention for the next mouth” Lilly said with a mischievous smile on her face which Draco matched.

Neather knew who was hiding under his fathers invisibility cloak jerking off to the whole scean.

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#2

Harry Potter needed relief, he had just watched his mum and best friend go at it like two dogs in heat.
The young hero followed Draco out and then made his way to his quarters.

Near his rooms he spotted young Hermione Granger the beautiful thirteen year old was stunning in her muggle dress and Harry decided to go for it.

“Miss Granger” Hermione jumped and then spotted her captor. “You know you cant be wandering the halls at night whats gotten in to you”?
The witch was looking nearly in tears.

“I was just trying to avoid your brother again, You know how he was after i had told you of the bottle of Fire Whiskey
that he anomusly recived even though it was found to have manticore venom in it, he still has been ungraceful Git”.

Harry nodded remembering the day she had told him of the bottle. His mum was so thankful even going as far as giving a
reward of a rare book from the Potter library, her next visit to flourish and blotts paid for up to fifty galleons
amd a hundred and fifty points to Gryffendor.

But his Prat of a brother just saw it as Hermione being ungrateful to their savior and a lost opportunity to get pissed.

“Well you can stay the night in my rooms”. You really mean it?” asked Hermione Harry nodded then walked up t the
Statue of Wilfred the Bewildered and said “Dragons nest” the statue moved and reviled a large sitting room.

Hermione moved onto the couch and sat down. Harry smelling an opportunity slid beside her. “My your shoulders look
tense let me help you”. Harry started massaging her shoulders. the fourteen year old witch moaned as his seekers hands danced
across her flesh and loosened her knots.

Soon he had her spilling her secrets to him, the time turner, her breaking into Snapes private stores, and how she was getting wet just from
him massaging her shoulders.

Harry turned Hermione around and leaned into her. Hermione who had never done anything like this wanted more of the sensations that were
coursing thou the body. She egarly kissed him back.

Harry picked his young conquest up ans carried her to her bed. Harry slowly undressed her making sure all the was he keep her
going as he kissed her breast and nipped her neck, he lost it when he beheld her hairless snatch.

Groaning Harry dove right in licking sucking and nibbling on her clit until she came screeching her release cum squirting
out of her cunt in buckets. Harry slurped down all of her juices before dis-robing.

He lined his well hung cock at her entrance. He looked at his young lover and she nodded her consent. He thrust in all he could at once tring to
get it over with. Hermione bit his shoulder when he did this getting some of his blood in her mouth. Harry groaned in pain/pleasure as the tightest and most wet
pussy he had ever experinced enveloped his cock.

Harry waited until Hermione nodded for him to continue. Twenty minuets later Harry feared he had unleashed a Demon upon the world
An hour later he found he was right, Hermione rod him like a pro to her completion several times in that time frame and drug Harry along for the ride three times
and they now were on the fouth.

But what they did not know was that when Harry went down on Hermione and licked her cunt He had injested some of her virginal blood joining them in a
anchent marrige ritual.

A supriised couple would wake in the morning to a Gringotts owl tapping on their window
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Bill Weasley walked into ath Mating chambers on Gringotts bank to fullfill the part of his contract he had singned years ago
and was supried to find Narcissa Malfoy Wido of Lucius. Knowing he couild not back out he disrobed and walked up to he beautiful witch
and mounted her. SHe whimpered when he entered her

She had specally requested him for she knew the Weasley gift to impregnate wemion without fail every time.
Narcisssa or Cissa as Lilly called her was suprised to find a well endowed pure blood as most were well below avarge because of imbreeding
She smirked and thought “Damn i am going to enjoy this”.

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Lilly crawled into bed and sleep dreaming of her Golden haired sex machine Draco the two had taged eight broom closets and
every core class room before once in Filches office never realizing “Dray” could knock her up. SHe went to sleep with a smile on her face
thinking about her new plains for the week end.
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#3 Amelia Bones was grunting and groaning until “damn it Black”, “wrong hole” she yelled but the wizard keep pumping into his wife of ten years
anyway until her came flooding her colan with his jism. Amelia moaned when he with drew it from her arse with a pop she smirked and thought
‘if he only knew how lucky he is, it because i love him so much that i don’t kill him.
the Minister of magic snuggled into her husbands side and falling into a deep sleep.
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#4

Grunting and groaning was all that could be heard in the boy’s side of the qudditch shower rooms. Ron had Seamus Finnegan against the
wall going to town on the Irishman arse. This was their first time together and Seamus was squealing like a pig ever thrust in
but he just could not get enough cock ramming his prostate.”FUCK ME HARD RON PLEASE I LIKE IT ROUGH” He yelled his command.Seamus thought of his first
partner with little regret he fucker would get off quickly then run off without returning the favor.His first partner Cormack was caught tiring to rape Luna Loovegood
last nite and he lost his wand and admitted to paying several Ravenclaws to lock her out.

Professor Flitwick was enraged never before had he been forced to expel even one of his students but Meretta Edge comb,
Stephen Carrow, Danielle Rook wood and Stevens Goodman for several rapes and illegal oblivations most rapes were on Luna (which was
why she was so odd) He removed the charms but immediately recast them at her behest but not in a way to damage her mind.

Seamus grunted as Ron emptyed his balls into to him causing him to loose it as well.

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#5
Susan Bones was having a good time she was ridding Cedric Diggorys broomstick with a passion her hair flying around her
the wind ripping it in different directions. She spotted her broom lender getting a Bj from his girlfriend on the ground. Susan
went into a dive and landed right beside Cho and Ced.

“Ah Susan nice of you to join us” i Know you aunt checks you every time you come home so i wont ask you to join us fucking,
but My little sub Cho needs tending to he said lifting Cho’s skirt showing off his girlfriends shaved cunny. Susan a experienced pussy licker
egarly leaped into the action sucking and biting on her clit while rubbing her own cunt. She continued until Cho shuddered in orgasm.

While Susan did not join in the fucking she sucked Ced cock until he exploded all over her c-cup breasts.

Susan whet to sleep easy that night.

I will go more in depth in the stories at a later date and i might mesh some of them together.

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Francesca Capaldi goes for a walk only to be kidnapped and sold in to slavery and is brought by someone she knows

Francesca Capaldi, a stunning young beauty with a body that could make angels weep and a spirit fiercer than a cornered tigress, found herself wandering the cobblestone streets of the bustling city.

Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back like a river of molten lava, framing a face that could only be sculpted by the hands of a masterful artist. Her B-cup breasts bounced gently with each step, hinting at the ripe fruit hidden beneath her tight corset, and her 33-inch waist curved in a way that made men’s heads turn and their trousers tighten. As she walked, the setting sun painted her alabaster skin with a warm glow, casting elongated shadows that danced with the sway of her hips. Little did she know that her innocent stroll was about to take a dark and twisted turn.

The air grew thick with tension, a silent harbinger of the fate that awaited her. Fran’s heart raced as a shadowy figure emerged from the alleyway, the cacophony of the city fading into oblivion. A burly, unshaven brute with eyes like black coals and a grin that spoke of sinister intentions stepped forward, his colossal frame towering over her delicate form. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he sneered, his breath reeking of ale and lust. “Looks like I’ve found myself a little treasure.” Before she could react, he lunged, his rough hands wrapping around her tiny waist. “Let go of me, you brute!” she shrieked, her green eyes flashing with defiance.

The brute’s grin widened as he hoisted Fran off the ground, her legs kicking wildly. “You’re going to be someone’s prize, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his calloused hands squeezing her soft flesh. “Someone who’ll appreciate all those curves you’re fighting so hard to keep hidden.” His grip tightened, and he slapped a rough piece of fabric over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The world around her grew fuzzy as he bound her wrists behind her back, the rope biting into her delicate skin. “You’ll be sold to the highest bidder,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling her ear. “And trust me, the kind of men who’ll want you…they’ve got tastes that’d make the devil blush.”

He carried her through the city, the sound of her muffled protests echoing through the narrow streets. The cobblestones gave way to the creaking of wooden planks, and the smell of the ocean grew stronger. They descended into a damp, musty cellar, the scent of rotting fish and male sweat assaulting her delicate nostrils. “Welcome to your new home,” he said, dropping her onto a pile of straw. She heard the clank of a lock as the door slammed shut, leaving her trembling in the cold embrace of the unknown.

The days passed in a blur of fear and despair. Fran’s blindfold remained in place, heightening her other senses. She heard whispers of men discussing her future, their voices thick with greed and lust. The anticipation grew palpable, making her stomach churn. The scent of sex permeated the air, a heady mix of musk and perfume that spoke of the depravities that had occurred in this very place. Her body was touched, poked, and prodded, but she remained untouched by the lecherous hands that sought to claim her.

Finally, the day arrived. The brute returned, his grin more sinister than ever. “It’s showtime,” he said, his voice gruff. He pulled her to her feet, the rope cutting into her wrists as she struggled against him. “You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?” He dragged her up the stairs and through a bustling market, the cacophony of voices a stark contrast to the quiet fear in her heart. “You’re going to be the belle of the ball, Fran,” he whispered. “The prize everyone wants to claim.”

The fabric was ripped from her eyes, and she found herself in a dimly lit auction house. The room was filled with men, their eyes raking over her exposed skin with hunger. On the stage, a podium stood with a man in a top hat, his eyes gleaming as he took in the sight of her. “Gentlemen,” he announced, “today we have a rare beauty for your discerning tastes. A fresh, untouched treasure from the streets.”

Fran’s cheeks burned with humiliation as she took in the sea of faces, their gazes piercing through her flimsy garments like a thousand hot knives. The auctioneer began to describe her in explicit detail, her body a commodity to be bought and sold. Her full, pink lips, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the delicate arch of her feet. Each word painted a vivid picture of her innocence and vulnerability, making the men’s desires swell.

The bidding began, a frenzied exchange of coins and promises. She could feel their eyes on her, imagining what they would do once they had her in their beds. The numbers grew higher and higher, each bid a declaration of the depravity she would face. Her legs trembled, and she clenched her thighs together, a futile attempt to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity. The auctioneer’s gavel fell, the sound echoing through the room like the toll of a funeral bell. She had been sold to the highest bidder, her fate sealed in a world of carnality and submission.

The brute shoved her into a dimly lit, opulently decorated room, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing through her trembling body. The sudden silence was shattered by the sound of a familiar giggle. “Surprise!” The voice was sickeningly sweet, and Fran’s stomach lurched as the blindfold was yanked away. Standing before her was none other than her school rival, Mandy Moore, her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders and her brown eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. “Mandy?” Fran croaked, disbelief etched into her trembling voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Mandy sauntered closer, her ample breasts swaying beneath her silk blouse, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Oh, you know,” she said airily, “just buying a new plaything for the weekend.” She ran a finger down Fran’s cheek, her nails sharp as talons. “I’ve always wanted to see you brought low, Fran. To watch you squirm and beg.” Her hand traveled down to the neckline of Fran’s corset, tugging it down to expose her perky pink nipples. “And now, I get to do whatever I want with you.”

The room grew hot with anticipation as Mandy’s gaze raked over Fran’s barely-covered body, her eyes lingering on the juncture of her thighs. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she murmured, her voice a dark caress. “How much you enjoy playing the innocent. But we both know that’s just an act.” Her hand slid down further, grabbing a fistful of the fabric covering Fran’s pussy, her grip tightening. “Let’s see if the rumors are true, shall we?”

Fran’s eyes widened in horror as Mandy leaned in, her hot breath tickling her ear. “You’re going to be my little slut, aren’t you?” she whispered. “You’ll do anything I say, just to get out of here.” She nipped at Fran’s earlobe, her teeth sharp and insistent. “You’re going to love every minute of it.”

The room spun as Fran felt Mandy’s hand slip beneath the fabric, her rough touch sending shockwaves through her body. “Mandy, please,” she whimpered, her voice a trembling plea. “We can work something out.”

Mandy’s laugh was cold and mocking. “There’s nothing to work out, sweetie,” she said, her fingertips grazing the soft folds of Fran’s sex. “You’re mine now.” She pushed a finger inside, and Fran gasped, her body betraying her with a shudder of pleasure. “And I plan on enjoying every inch of you.”

Mandy’s cruel fingers continued to explore the wet cavern of Fran’s pussy, her grin widening with each whimper that escaped the red-haired beauty’s lips. “You’re so wet for me already,” she cooed, her voice thick with amusement. “I can feel your cunt pulsing around my finger.” She twisted her hand, adding a second digit to the mix, stretching Fran’s tight entrance. “Do you like that?”

Fran’s breath hitched, her body involuntarily arching into the intrusion. “Mandy, please,” she begged, the words sounding more desperate than she intended. “This isn’t you. We’re… we’re not like this.”

Mandy’s eyes darkened, her grip on Fran’s chin tightening. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to, Fran?” she hissed. “All those whispers in the halls, the secret smiles and the way your eyes followed the boys. You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you?” Her thumb found Fran’s clit, circling the swollen bud with expert precision. “Begging for someone to take you, to show you what a real woman feels like.”

“N-no,” Fran moaned, her body trembling as Mandy’s fingers worked their dark magic. “I’ve never… I swear…”

“Lies,” Mandy purred, her tongue darting out to lick the side of Fran’s neck. “But I’m not mad. In fact, I’m thrilled. You see, I’ve had my eye on you for a while. And now, you’re all mine.” She leaned in closer, her breath hot on Fran’s ear. “You’re going to come for me, Fran. You’re going to scream my name.”

The room was spinning, the sounds of Mandy’s voice and the wet squelch of her fingers in Fran’s pussy the only things grounding her to reality. “Mandy, please,” she moaned again, her hips rocking against the invading hand.

“Look at me,” Mandy demanded, her voice a silky command. Fran’s eyes snapped open, meeting Mandy’s intense gaze. “Say it,” she whispered, her eyes boring into Fran’s soul. “Say you want it.”

The dam broke, and Fran’s body was wracked with a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching around Mandy’s fingers. “Y-yes,” she gasped out, the word torn from her very core. “I want it.”

Mandy’s smile grew triumphant, her eyes gleaming with victory. “Good girl,” she murmured, her thumb stroking Fran’s clit with renewed vigor. “Now, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.”

Mandy’s eyes never left Fran’s as she felt the tension build in her body, the room seemingly closing in on them. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss that sent shivers down Fran’s spine. “Give it to me.” Fran’s breath grew ragged, her chest heaving with the effort to control herself. “Oh god, Mandy,” she moaned, her body a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and the realization that it was her rival causing it only made it more intense. “I’m… I’m going to cum,” she admitted, her voice shaking.

Mandy’s smile grew wicked as she felt the telltale signs of Fran’s impending orgasm. “Cum for me, slut,” she ordered, her fingers moving faster, her thumb pressing harder on the engorged clit. “Cum for your new mistress.”

Fran’s body obeyed, arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed Mandy’s name, her voice hoarse and desperate, as the climax ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed around Mandy’s invading digits, juices gushing out to wet the sheets. The room was a blur of sensation and sound, Mandy’s laughter echoing in her ears as she rode the crest of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her body trembled and convulsed, a testament to the power of the pleasure that Mandy had wrung from her.

As the last waves of ecstasy ebbed away, Fran collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling. “Fuck,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck, Mandy.”

Mandy leaned in, her breath warm and sweet against Fran’s ear. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she purred. “You liked being my little whore.”

Fran’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “I… I don’t know what’s happening,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whimper.

Mandy chuckled, withdrawing her hand from between Fran’s legs. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re going to get used to it.” She leaned down and captured Fran’s mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue pushing past her lips to claim victory. “And before the weekend’s over, you’ll be begging for more.”

Their bodies still entangled in the aftermath of the most unexpected climax, Mandy leaned back, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know, Fran, I have a little surprise for you.” She sat up, her movements fluid and deliberate as she began to unbutton her own shirt. Fran watched, her heart racing, unsure of what was coming next. The fabric parted, revealing Mandy’s ample breasts, the sight of which only added to the confusion swirling in her mind. But it was what she saw next that truly left her breathless.

Mandy’s hand slid down to the waistband of her pants, and with a seductive smile, she pulled them down, revealing her most intimate secret. Between her legs, where most women had soft, welcoming folds, there was a cock. A 9-inch monster that stood proudly erect, glistening with pre-cum. “Surprise,” she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Fran’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “M-Mandy,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “What… what is this?”

Mandy chuckled, stroking her cock with a possessive hand. “It’s what makes me special, Fran,” she said, her voice smug. “And tonight, it’s all yours.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s cheek. “Are you ready to see what a real woman can do?”

Fran’s mind was racing, her body torn between fear and a newfound curiosity. “I… I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice trembling.

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “Don’t worry,” she purred, her hand sliding back up to cup Fran’s cheek. “You’ll love it. And who knows, maybe you’ll get a taste of your own medicine.” She leaned in for another kiss, her tongue probing Fran’s mouth with an urgency that seemed to demand an answer.

And as Fran’s body responded, kissing her back with a passion she didn’t know she had, she realized that she was ready to experience whatever twisted delights Mandy had in store for her. The thought of that cock inside her, claiming her in ways she’d never imagined, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She moaned into the kiss, her body betraying her once again as she felt her pussy begin to throb with need.

Mandy pulled away, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Good,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise. “Because I’m going to show you just how much of a slut you really are.” She stood up, her cock swaying before her like a weapon. “Now, let’s go to my place. I have a feeling we’re going to have a very… educational weekend.”

Mandy’s eyes never left the road as she navigated the car through the city streets, the leather interior enveloping them in a cocoon of darkness and desire. The engine’s purr seemed to resonate with the throbbing of her cock, which stood tall and proud in the confines of her tight leather pants. Fran, still reeling from the revelation, could feel the heat radiating from Mandy’s cock as it lay against her thigh, a silent but insistent reminder of what was to come.

“I want you to play with it,” Mandy said, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Fran’s spine. “Get used to the feeling of a real woman’s cock in your hands.”

Fran’s heart raced as she tentatively reached out, her fingertips grazing the velvety length. It was hot, pulsing with life, and it made her own pussy clench with want. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, her grip tentative at first, but growing firmer with each beat of her racing heart. The feel of Mandy’s cock in her hand was foreign, yet oddly familiar.

“That’s it,” Mandy encouraged, her voice strained with restrained lust. “Stroke it for me.”

Fran did as she was told, her hand moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm that made Mandy’s breath hitch. The leather of Mandy’s pants was slick with pre-cum, and Fran couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way her hand slid over the silky skin. She felt Mandy’s muscles tense, her own arousal growing with each stroke.

“Faster,” Mandy ordered, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I want to feel you want it.”

Fran obeyed, her hand moving with increasing urgency. The car’s vibrations seemed to resonate through the cock, making it pulse even more insistently against her palm. She could feel Mandy’s thighs tensing, the muscles rippling beneath her touch as she brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” Mandy warned, her voice tight with need. “And when I do, I want you to swallow every drop.”

The words sent a bolt of excitement through Fran, and she stroked faster, eager to taste Mandy’s pleasure. The tension in the car grew thick, the air charged with the scent of sex and the promise of submission.

Mandy’s body jerked, her cock spurting hot, thick cum that spattered against the car’s dashboard and onto Fran’s hand. She groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving the road. “Now, clean me up.”

Fran brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes locked on Mandy’s as she licked the sticky fluid from her fingers. It tasted musky, a little salty, but it was intoxicating in a way she never thought possible. She swallowed, the warmth of Mandy’s cum sliding down her throat, and felt a strange sense of power wash over her.

The car pulled up to a large, gothic mansion, the wrought iron gates swinging open to reveal a long, winding driveway. The headlights illuminated the path ahead, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation of the depravities that awaited them inside.

“Welcome to my home, Fran,” Mandy said, her voice a seductive purr. “Your new home, where you’ll learn what it truly means to serve.”

Mandy led Fran through the opulent mansion, the click of her high heels echoing through the halls as they ascended the grand staircase. The walls were lined with paintings that seemed to watch them with hungry eyes, their lush figures entwined in scenes of debauchery. “This place is… it’s like a dream,” Fran murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and fear.

“It’s not a dream,” Mandy said with a wink, her hand trailing along the banister. “It’s your new reality.”

They reached a set of heavy double doors, and Mandy pushed them open to reveal a chamber that looked like it belonged in a dark fairy tale. The room was draped in red velvet, the light from the flickering candles casting a warm, sensual glow over the four-poster bed with restraints attached to each corner. “This,” Mandy announced with a flourish, “is where you’ll sleep.”

Fran’s eyes widened, her heart racing as she took in the sight. “But… but I can’t sleep here,” she protested, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “Oh, you’ll do more than just sleep here, my pet,” she said, her hand caressing the soft leather cuffs attached to the bed. “This is where I’ll train you, where you’ll learn to crave the touch of your mistress.”

The room was filled with an array of toys and instruments that made Fran’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. There were whips, paddles, and chains hanging from the walls, each one a silent promise of the torments and pleasures she would endure. The bed was adorned with silk sheets and pillows that looked plush enough to swallow her whole. “It’s… it’s beautiful,” she admitted, her voice shaking with anticipation.

Mandy stepped closer, her hand sliding up Fran’s arm to gently cup her cheek. “You’ll find that serving me can be quite… fulfilling,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of Fran’s jaw. “And when you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Fran saw a flicker of something other than cruelty in Mandy’s gaze. It was a promise, a hint of what could be if she gave herself over completely. And as she took a deep breath, she made her decision. “Okay,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your… your slut.”

Mandy’s smile grew, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “That’s what I thought,” she purred, her hand sliding down to trace the curve of Fran’s waist. “Now, let’s get you ready for your first lesson.”

With a firm grip, Mandy guided Fran to the bed, her eyes never leaving hers. The red-haired beauty felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she was pushed down onto the soft mattress, her wrists secured to the velvety restraints. The leather was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between her thighs.

Mandy straddled her, her cock pressing against Fran’s stomach. “Open your mouth,” she demanded, her voice low and sultry.

Fran complied, her eyes locked on Mandy’s as the cock slid between her lips. It tasted faintly of salt and leather, and she could feel the pulse of Mandy’s desire as she took it into her mouth. The brunette’s eyes rolled back in her head with a moan, her hips rocking gently as Fran began to suck.

“That’s it,” Mandy cooed, her hand tangling in Fran’s hair. “Take it all.”

Their bodies moved together in a dance of power and submission, Mandy’s cock sliding in and out of Fran’s eager mouth as she learned the art of pleasing her new mistress. Each moan, each thrust, brought her closer to the edge of a world she never knew existed, a world where pain and pleasure danced in perfect harmony.

As Mandy’s hips bucked and her breath grew ragged, she leaned down to whisper into Fran’s ear, “You’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?” Fran nodded, her eyes watering around the thick girth of Mandy’s cock. “Good girl,” Mandy moaned, her grip on Fran’s hair tightening. “You’re going to make me cum so hard.” Fran bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowing as she took in more and more of the rigid shaft.

Mandy’s thighs tensed, and with a guttural growl, she pulled back slightly, her cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum shot into Fran’s mouth. “Swallow,” she ordered, her voice strained with pleasure.

Obediently, Fran closed her throat around the spurts, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s as she swallowed the salty essence of her new mistress. Each pulse brought a new wave of warmth, a new taste of submission that seemed to melt into her very soul. Mandy watched her with a smug satisfaction, her chest heaving as she reveled in the power she held over the trembling beauty beneath her.

The moment hung in the air, a silent declaration of victory and surrender, before Mandy leaned back, her cock slipping from Fran’s lips with a wet pop. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost tender. “You’re going to be so much fun to train.”

Fran lay there, panting and bound, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never felt so used, so owned, and yet, there was a thrill in it that she couldn’t deny. The room was still, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace as they stared at each other, the unspoken promise of what was to come hanging in the air like the sweet scent of Mandy’s release.

“Now,” Mandy said, her voice a velvety command, “it’s time for your first real lesson.” With that, she reached for one of the silk scarves from the bedside table, and the world of pain and pleasure that was their new reality unfolded before them, one tie at a time.

Mandy’s eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as she picked up a scarlet silk scarf, the color of fresh blood. “Now, let’s see how much of a tease you can handle,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Fran’s spine. With a deft flick of her wrist, she wrapped the scarf around Fran’s right wrist, securing it tightly to the bedpost. “You’re going to beg for it,” she continued, her gaze raking over Fran’s bound body. “You’re going to beg for me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” She moved to the other side, looping the scarf around the post and then Fran’s wrist, her movements deliberate and precise. “But I won’t give it to you,” she said, her voice dropping to a purr. “Not until you’re begging for it. Not until you’re so desperate you can’t think of anything else.”

Fran’s breath hitched as she felt the fabric tighten around her skin, the restraint sending a thrill through her body that she hadn’t expected. “Mandy,” she whispered, her voice shaky with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Mandy leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s neck. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Just feel the ropes, the way they bite into your skin. Think about how much I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm.” Her hand slid down Fran’s body, pausing to tweak a nipple, the sensation making her arch into the touch. “But don’t get too comfortable,” she added with a wicked smile. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Her hand traveled further, sliding over the curve of Fran’s waist and down to the juncture of her thighs. She parted them, exposing the slick, swollen folds of her pussy. “This,” she said, her voice filled with awe, “is what I own now.” Her thumb traced the slit, the lightest of touches that had Fran’s hips bucking upwards. “And I’m going to enjoy every inch of it.”

“Please,” Fran moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

Mandy’s smile grew, her eyes dark with desire. “Not yet,” she said, her voice a low growl. “First, I want to hear you beg.” She leaned in, her mouth hovering just above Fran’s clit. “Beg me to make you cum,” she breathed against her sensitive flesh.

Fran’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing against the restraint. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Mandy. I need it.”

Mandy’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “That’s what I want to hear,” she purred, her breath ghosting over Fran’s clit. “Now, let’s see how much you can really take.” And with that, she began her relentless assault, her tongue and fingers teasing and tormenting, pushing Fran to the brink of pleasure over and over again, only to pull back at the last second, leaving her gasping and desperate for more.

“You’re so close, Fran,” Mandy taunted, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she watched Fran’s body twist and arch in sweet agony. “But not yet,” she whispered, her thumb grazing the sensitive nub of Fran’s clit before retreating again. “I want to hear you scream my name.” Fran’s breath hitched, her eyes squeezed shut as she panted through gritted teeth. “Beg for it,” Mandy coaxed, her voice a seductive whisper. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Mandy, please,” Fran’s voice was a desperate wail, her hips bucking against the unforgiving restraint of the scarf. “I’m going to go insane if you don’t let me cum.”

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “Insane with desire?” she mused, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of Fran’s arousal. “That’s exactly where I want you.” Her fingers danced around Fran’s swollen clit, never quite touching, driving her new pet wild. “Beg for it,” she murmured, her breath hot against Fran’s skin. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Mandy, please, please, I’ll do anything,” Fran’s voice broke, her body trembling with need. “Just… make me cum.”

Mandy’s eyes narrowed, her gaze burning with intensity. “That’s it,” she purred. “Beg for it like the good little slut you are.”

“I’m your slut,” Fran moaned, her voice thick with lust. “I’ll do anything, Mandy. Anything. Just make me cum.”

The brunette’s hand stilled for a moment, savoring the power she held over the bound beauty. Then, with a cruel smirk, she leaned in, her mouth closing over Fran’s clit in a fierce kiss. The redhead’s back arched, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as Mandy’s tongue swirled and flicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Fran’s body shook, her toes curling as she felt the orgasm build, the tension coiling tight in her belly.

“Cum for me,” Mandy growled, her mouth never leaving its sweet torment. “Cum all over my face, my pretty little pet.”

The dam broke, and Fran’s body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. She bucked and screamed, her pussy pulsing around Mandy’s relentless tongue as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Mandy’s eyes remained locked on hers, the triumph in her gaze making the orgasm even more intense.

As Fran’s tremors subsided, Mandy sat back, licking her lips with satisfaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a gentle caress in the aftermath of the storm. “Now, let’s see what other tricks I can teach you.” The scarlet scarf remained tight, a crimson symbol of the bond that had been forged between them. The night was young, and the lessons had only just begun.

Mandy straddled Fran, her cock now fully erect and slick with the essence of her earlier orgasm. “Look at me,” she ordered, her voice a velvety command. Fran’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting the fiery passion in Mandy’s gaze. “I want to watch your tits bounce while I fuck you,” she continued, her hand moving to trace the fullness of one breast. “Beg me to let you go, so you can feel every inch of me.”

Fran’s breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “P-please, Mandy,” she stuttered, her voice thick with need. “Let me… let me feel it.”

Mandy smirked, the tip of her cock nudging against Fran’s wet pussy. “Beg,” she whispered, her voice a dark siren’s call. “Beg me to fill you up.”

“Mandy, please,” Fran moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, desperate for the contact. “Please, fuck me.”

With a low chuckle, Mandy leaned back, her hand releasing the scarf that bound Fran’s wrist. “As you wish,” she said, her eyes never leaving Fran’s as she lined up her cock with the trembling opening. “But remember, this is just the beginning.”

As she pushed inside, Fran’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed. “Yesss,” she hissed, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being so completely filled by her former rival sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice a keening cry.

Mandy obliged, her hips pistoning into Fran’s wetness with an animalistic fervor. “Look at your tits,” she grunted, her eyes locked on the bouncing mounds. “So perfect, so… tempting.”

Fran couldn’t help but obey, her gaze dropping to watch as her breasts swayed and jiggled with every plunge of Mandy’s cock. The sight was obscene, erotic, and utterly mesmerizing. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure and submission. “They’re for you, Mandy. Only for you.”

Mandy’s pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the chamber as she claimed her new toy. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice a sultry purr. “You’re mine now. Every part of you.”

And as Fran’s body shuddered with the beginnings of another climax, she knew it was true. She was Mandy’s slut, her body a playground for the brunette’s dark desires. And she couldn’t wait to see what other twisted games they would play together in the nights to come.

“Will you stay with me, Fran?” Mandy’s question hung in the air, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate deep within Fran’s soul. The room was still, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and their ragged breaths. Mandy’s cock was still buried deep inside her, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Fran felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her heart racing as she considered the implications of Mandy’s proposal. “You’re mine now,” Mandy continued, her eyes searching Fran’s for any hint of resistance. “But I need to know if you truly want this, if you want to be my slut, to serve me and only me.”

Fran’s eyes searched Mandy’s, the fierce hunger in the brunette’s gaze making her pussy clench around the invading cock. “Y-yes,” she finally whispered, the word a trembling surrender. “I’ll stay. I’ll be your slut.”

Mandy’s smile grew, a wicked glint in her eye as she leaned down to kiss Fran’s swollen lips. “Good girl,” she murmured against her mouth. “Now, let’s make it official.” She pulled out, the sound of their bodies parting filling the air with a wet pop. “Get on your knees,” she ordered, her voice firm and unyielding.

Fran complied, her legs shaking as she positioned herself before Mandy. The brunette’s cock was still hard, glistening with their combined juices, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as she stared up at her new mistress.

“Now,” Mandy said, her hand reaching out to cup Fran’s cheek, “repeat after me. ‘I am Mandy’s slut. I exist to serve her desires, to be her plaything, her fucktoy. I am nothing without her command.’”

Tears of submission welled in Fran’s eyes as she repeated the words, her voice shaky with emotion. “I am Mandy’s slut,” she whispered, her voice growing stronger with each repetition. “I exist to serve her desires, to be her plaything, her fucktoy. I am nothing without her command.”

The words seemed to resonate through her very being, a declaration of the new reality that had been forged between them. Mandy’s grip tightened, her thumb tracing the line of Fran’s jaw. “And do you agree to this?” she asked, her eyes boring into Fran’s.

“Yes,” Fran breathed, her voice a whisper of pure need. “I agree.”

With a final, possessive kiss, Mandy stepped back, her cock bobbing before her. “Then you shall serve me well,” she said, her voice filled with a dark promise. “And in return, I shall give you the one thing you crave more than anything.”

“What’s that?” Fran asked, her eyes wide and eager.

Mandy smirked. “The freedom to be the slut you truly are,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Now, let’s begin your training in earnest.”

The scarlet scarf was once again wrapped around Fran’s eyes, the silken fabric a symbol of her blind obedience. The world grew dark, and she knew that she was about to embark on a journey that would strip her of every inhibition, every last vestige of her former self. And as the first touch of Mandy’s hand sent shivers down her spine, she realized that she had never been more alive, more alive than in this moment of complete and utter submission.

“Open your mouth,” Mandy whispered, her voice a dark promise in the stillness of the room. Fran obeyed, her breath hitching as she felt the warm, velvety tip of Mandy’s cock nudge against her lips. “Good girl,” Mandy cooed, her hand gently cupping the back of Fran’s head. “Now, I want you to suck me like you’ve never sucked anyone before.”

Fran’s heart raced as she parted her lips, the salty taste of Mandy’s arousal filling her mouth. She took the cock in, feeling it slide over her tongue and down her throat, her eyes watering from the effort of taking in its full length. Mandy’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with a gentle, yet firm, rhythm. “That’s it,” she murmured, her hips rolling in time with Fran’s bobbing head. “Show me how much you want to be my slut.”

The words sent a thrill through Fran’s body, and she redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to take more of Mandy’s cock. The brunette’s grip tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of Fran’s scalp, setting off a cascade of sensation that had her pussy clenching with need. “Mmm,” Mandy hummed with approval. “You’re a natural, Fran. Who knew you had such a talented mouth?”

Fran moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration sending a shiver down Mandy’s spine. “Please,” she whimpered, her eyes watering. “Please, may I… may I cum?”

Mandy chuckled, the sound sending goosebumps racing across Fran’s skin. “Not yet, slut,” she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. “I’m not done with you yet.” She withdrew her cock, leaving Fran gasping and needy. “But don’t worry, your reward will come soon enough.” She stepped away, leaving Fran kneeling on the cold, hard floor, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. “Now, let’s see how well you can take your punishment,” she said, her footsteps echoing through the chamber as she moved to a nearby chest.

The sound of rustling fabric was the only warning Fran had before something soft yet firm was pressed against her mouth. “Suck,” Mandy ordered, her voice filled with excitement. “Suck on this until I tell you to stop.”

Fran complied, her mouth wrapping around the object without question. It was a leather riding crop, the handle smooth and cool against her lips. She took it in, her tongue flicking against the leather as she sucked eagerly, her mind racing with the thought of what was to come. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the ache in her pussy growing with each passing moment.

“Very good,” Mandy praised, her voice thick with lust. “Now, let’s see if you can handle a little pain with that pleasure.” She brought the crop down across Fran’s bare ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room. Fran’s body jolted, the sting of the impact making her pussy throb with need.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice muffled by the leather in her mouth. “More, Mandy. More.”

The brunette’s laugh was like music to her ears, a symphony of dark delights that promised untold pleasure and pain. “As you wish,” Mandy said, the crop striking again and again, painting a fiery pattern across her tender flesh. With each blow, Fran felt the pressure building, the need for release growing more and more intense.

“Mandy, please,” she begged, her voice muffled by the crop. “I need to cum.”

Mandy’s only response was to deliver another sharp crack, the pain and pleasure blending into an exquisite symphony. “You’ll cum when I say so,” she said, her voice a dark promise. “And not a moment sooner.”

Fran’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body a taut bowstring of desire, ready to snap at any moment. The crop continued to dance across her skin, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, yes,” Fran moaned around the leather handle of the crop, her eyes rolling back in her head as Mandy’s hand came down on her ass once more. The pain was a delicious crescendo, each smack pushing her closer to the brink of an explosive climax. “Harder,” she begged, her voice a needy whine. “I need it harder.”

Mandy chuckled, her strokes growing more forceful. “You love it, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice a seductive purr. “My little slut, begging for more.”

Fran nodded, the scarf still tightly wound around her eyes. “Yesss,” she hissed, the word a declaration of her newfound love for the agony and ecstasy that her rival-turned-mistress brought her. “I love it. I love being your slut.”

Mandy’s hand stilled, the crop hovering in the air. “Prove it,” she said, her tone a challenge. “Show me how much you love it.”

Without hesitation, Fran spread her legs wider, offering herself up for more punishment. “Use me,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Make me scream for you.”

The brunette’s smile was a thing of beauty, a twisted dance of pleasure and power. “As you wish,” she murmured, her hand coming down with renewed vigor. The sound of leather meeting flesh filled the room, each impact sending a bolt of electricity straight to Fran’s clit. She bucked and moaned, her pussy slick with need, desperately trying to clench around the emptiness.

“Mandy, Mandy,” she chanted, her voice a litany of need. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum for you.”

The crop fell once more, the pain a sweet release, and with a final, guttural scream, Fran’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a wild storm. Her pussy clamped down on nothing, the frustration and pleasure melding into a symphony of sensation that had her trembling and gasping for air.

Mandy leaned down, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice a gentle caress. “Now, tell me, who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you,” Fran gasped, her body still shaking. “I’m your slut, your whore, your toy to use.”

The crop was removed from her mouth, and Mandy’s lips took its place, kissing her fiercely. “Mine,” she murmured against her mouth, claiming her once more. “Always and forever.”

And as Fran’s body slowly returned to earth, she knew that she had found her place in this twisted world. She was Mandy’s slut, and she had never felt more alive.

Mandy’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she pulled out the collar from the drawer. It was a sleek black leather band, with a silver S glinting in the candlelight, the letters ‘Sub’ and ‘Slut’ etched into the metal, forever intertwined. The collar was a symbol of their new dynamic, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down Fran’s spine. “Look what I have for you,” Mandy said, her voice a seductive purr as she held it up for Fran to see. “It’s got your name on it, so everyone will know who you belong to.”

Fran’s eyes widened as she took in the collar, the reality of her situation sinking in deeper. “M-Mandy,” she stuttered, her voice a tremble of fear and arousal. “What will you do to me?”

Mandy’s smile was predatory as she stepped closer, the collar dangling from her fingers like a promise of dark delights. “Everything you never knew you wanted,” she whispered, her thumb tracing the sensitive skin of Fran’s neck. “And you’ll love every minute of it.” She placed the collar around Fran’s neck, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of their skin. “This is your new life, Fran,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving hers as she fastened the buckle. “You’re mine now.”

Fran felt the leather tighten, the weight of the collar a constant reminder of her new role. She could feel the warmth of Mandy’s breath against her skin, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. “I… I am,” she whispered, her voice a barely audible confession.

Mandy leaned in, her voice a dark whisper. “Say it,” she demanded. “Say it like you mean it.”

Fran took a deep breath, her voice shaking with the weight of her new identity. “I am your slut, Mandy,” she murmured, the words a soft benediction. “I belong to you.”

Mandy’s eyes flashed with triumph as she leaned in to claim Fran’s mouth in a bruising kiss, the collar a tangible symbol of the power exchange that had just occurred. “That’s my good girl,” she breathed against her lips. “Now, let’s see how much you can handle.”

The collar grew warmer, seeming to pulse with every beat of Fran’s racing heart. She could feel Mandy’s cock, still hard and demanding, pressing against her thigh, and she knew that the true test of her submission was only just beginning.

Mandy’s hand trailed down to the collar around Fran’s neck, her thumb brushing against the cool metal. “Remember, Fran,” she said, her voice low and commanding, “in public, we’re just girlfriends. If anyone asks about this,” she tapped the collar, “just tell them it’s a private joke between us.”

Fran nodded, the reality of her situation setting in as she felt the weight of the collar against her throat. “Girlfriends,” she murmured, the word feeling foreign on her lips.

Mandy’s smile grew wider, her eyes dark with desire. “That’s right,” she purred, her hand sliding lower to cup Fran’s pussy, making her gasp. “And if you’re a good slut, I might even let you cum in public.” Her thumb began to circle Fran’s clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. “But only if you’re very, very obedient.”

The room grew hotter, the anticipation thick in the air as Fran leaned into Mandy’s touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’ll be good,” she promised, her voice a needy whisper. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Mandy leaned down, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Prove it,” she murmured, her teeth grazing the soft lobe. “Call me your mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Fran gasped, the word a declaration of her submission.

Mandy’s eyes gleamed with victory as she leaned in for another kiss, her hand working its magic between Fran’s legs. “Good girl,” she murmured, her tongue dancing with Fran’s. “Now, let’s go show the world who you truly belong to.”

Mandy led Fran through the crowded city streets, her hand firmly gripping the leash attached to the collar around the redhead’s neck. “Look around,” she whispered, her voice a dark thrill against Fran’s ear. “See how all these people look at us, and they don’t even know what a good little slut you are.” Fran’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal as she felt the eyes of passersby on her, the leather collar a silent declaration of her newfound status.

They stopped at a secluded corner, Mandy’s hand slipping under her skirt to tease her pussy. “I want to hear you scream, Fran,” she breathed, her thumb circling the swollen nub. “But not here. We’ll go somewhere more… private.” The promise of release was agonizing, but Fran nodded, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s as they continued to walk.

Finally, they arrived at an opulent townhouse, the door opening to reveal a dimly lit hallway. “Welcome to our playground,” Mandy said, her voice a seductive purr. “Where every desire is allowed and every boundary is crossed.”

Once inside, Mandy led Fran to a plush velvet couch, pushing her down onto it. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, and Fran obeyed, her thighs trembling with anticipation. Mandy knelt before her, her eyes feasting on the wetness glistening between Fran’s thighs. “Look how eager you are,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

The first touch of Mandy’s mouth on her pussy had Fran arching her back, a strangled cry escaping her throat. The brunette’s tongue was a masterful instrument, lapping at her clit and dipping into her folds with an expertise that left Fran’s mind reeling. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“That’s it, baby,” Mandy murmured, her voice muffled by the flesh she was devouring. “Cum for me.” She sucked harder, her teeth grazing the sensitive nub, and Fran felt the coil of pleasure tighten within her. “Mistress,” she whimpered, the word a plea.

Mandy’s eyes glinted up at her, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Cum for me,” she said again, her voice a command that resonated through Fran’s very core. And with a shuddering moan, Fran did just that, her body spasming as an intense orgasm crashed over her, her juices coating Mandy’s face.

But Mandy wasn’t satisfied. She stood up, her cock still rock-hard, and straddled Fran’s face, pressing it against her wet cunt. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, her voice a dark promise. “Make me cum until I can’t take it anymore.”

And so it began, a marathon of pleasure and pain, as Mandy used Fran’s mouth, her pussy, her entire being, to reach climax after climax. Each orgasm brought a new level of intimacy, a deeper connection that bound them together in a dance of dominance and submission. Over the next two days, Mandy pushed Fran’s boundaries, making her cum more times than she could count, each release a declaration of her complete and utter surrender.

Through it all, the collar remained a constant, a stark reminder of who and what she was now. And as Mandy’s fingers, tongue, and cock brought her to new heights of pleasure, Fran found herself craving the very thing she had once feared: the feeling of being utterly and completely owned. She had become the slut she never knew she could be, and she reveled in it, her body a canvas for Mandy’s twisted desires.

Their moans and gasps filled the townhouse, a symphony of lust that echoed through the walls. And as the days passed, Fran discovered that she didn’t just want to be Mandy’s slut—she needed it. The thought of serving her mistress in every conceivable way had become an all-consuming obsession, one that made her pussy ache with a hunger that could only be satiated by Mandy’s touch.

As the weekend drew to a close, Mandy lay beside Fran on the bed, her hand idly stroking the redhead’s collar. “You know, Fran,” she said, her voice a soft purr, “you really should let your friends and family know you’re safe.” Fran looked up at her, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “They must be worried sick,” Mandy continued, her fingers tracing the curve of Fran’s cheek. “But if you don’t want to go home just yet,” she whispered, leaning in closer, “you can always move in with me.”

The offer hung in the air, heavy with implication. Fran’s heart raced at the thought of being Mandy’s permanent plaything, living in this world of pleasure and pain. “Really?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mandy’s smile was warm, but the hunger in her eyes never wavered. “Yes, really,” she said, her thumb brushing against Fran’s plump bottom lip. “We can explore so much more together. You can be my little slut full-time.”

Fran felt a thrill at the words, the collar around her neck seeming to tighten with excitement. “I’d like that,” she murmured, her voice filled with a need she had never known before. “I’d like to move in with you.”

Mandy’s grin grew wicked. “Good girl,” she said, her hand sliding down to cup Fran’s breast. “But remember, this isn’t a fairytale. You’re mine to use and abuse, to love and to fuck.” She squeezed, her nails digging into the soft flesh, and Fran’s pussy grew wet at the promise. “And if you ever want out, just say the word.”

“But I don’t,” Fran replied, her voice filled with a strange mix of desperation and longing. “I want to stay.”

Mandy leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Then you’ll stay,” she murmured. “But first, let’s show everyone what a good slut you are.” She grabbed Fran’s phone, her hand shaking with excitement. “Call them. Tell them you’re with me, and you’re safe.”

Fran took the phone, her heart racing. She dialed her best friend’s number, her voice trembling as it connected. “H-hello?” she said, her voice small and unsure.

“Fran?” her friend’s voice was a mix of relief and anger. “Where the fuck have you been? We’ve been worried sick!”

“I-I’m with Mandy,” Fran replied, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s intense gaze. “I’m okay. I just… I needed some time.”

“What the hell happened?” her friend demanded.

“I’ll tell you everything,” Fran promised, her voice growing stronger. “But not now.” She paused, took a deep breath. “I’m going to stay with her for a while. I’ll be safe, I promise.”

Mandy took the phone from her hand, her eyes gleaming. “Hello,” she purred. “Yes, she’s with me. She’s fine. Just a little… overwhelmed.” She winked at Fran, her hand sliding between her legs to tease her clit. “But she’ll be back to her usual self soon enough. Don’t worry about her. She’s in good hands.” With a wink, she ended the call, tossing the phone aside.

“Now,” she said, her voice a dark command, “it’s time for you to prove it.” Her hand moved to her own pants, unzipping them to reveal her hard cock. “Get to work, slut.”

And with that, Fran eagerly took Mandy’s cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving hers, as she swallowed down her fear and embraced her new life as Mandy’s devoted sex slave.

As Fran’s mouth worked Mandy’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm, the brunette leaned back on the couch, her eyes closing in bliss. “Mm, that’s it, baby,” she murmured, her hand tangling in the redhead’s hair. “You’re such a good little slut.” She took a deep breath, savoring the sensation before opening her eyes to meet Fran’s gaze. “Now, remember, tomorrow we’re going to grab all your things from your place.” Her voice was firm, the excitement of the upcoming adventure clear in her tone. “But tonight,” she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Fran’s cheek, “tonight is all about us. About me claiming you, completely and utterly.” Mandy’s hand tightened in Fran’s hair, guiding her movements faster. “And tomorrow, you’ll come back with me, as my pet, my property.” Fran’s eyes widened at the words, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took Mandy deeper, her throat working around the shaft as she moaned, the mix of fear and arousal only adding to the heady rush of pleasure. “Mm, yes,” Mandy whispered, her hips bucking. “You’re going to love it, Fran. Every second of it.”

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, Mandy’s moans and Fran’s eager suckling, as the reality of her new life began to truly sink in. With every stroke of Mandy’s cock, she could feel herself becoming more and more addicted to this twisted dynamic. And when Mandy finally came, filling her mouth with hot cum, Fran swallowed it down greedily, her eyes never leaving hers.

“Good girl,” Mandy praised, her voice a low rumble of satisfaction. “Now, let’s get you ready for the night.” She helped Fran to her feet, the leather collar still around her neck, a reminder of the power exchange that had just taken place. “We have a lot of fun planned for tonight, and I want you looking perfect.”

Fran nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Whatever you say, Mistress,” she murmured, her voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose.

Mandy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s my slut,” she said, her hand sliding down to squeeze Fran’s ass. “Now, let’s get dressed. We have a city to conquer.”

And with that, the two of them disappeared into the shadows of the night, the collar a silent declaration of the dark and erotic journey they were about to embark on.

The tension was palpable as Mandy led Fran through the crowded streets, her hand firmly gripping the leash attached to the collar around her neck. “Remember, Fran,” Mandy whispered, her voice a dark caress, “you’re mine now. Everyone will see you as my property.” Fran’s pulse raced at the thought, her body already responding to the promise of more pleasure and pain.

When they finally reached Mandy’s place, Fran could feel the weight of the collar like a brand, marking her as the brunette’s possession. Inside the townhouse, Mandy took charge, her eyes gleaming as she surveyed the trembling redhead. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered, and Fran complied, eager to please her new mistress.

Mandy’s gaze raked over her body, lingering on her firm, round breasts and the neatly trimmed bush above her swollen pussy. “You’re going to look so beautiful,” she murmured, “when I’m done with you.” She grabbed a duffel bag, tossing it at Fran’s feet. “Pack your essentials. Clothes, toiletries, anything you think you might need. But remember,” she added with a wicked smile, “you won’t be needing much here.”

Fran nodded, her cheeks flushing as she began to pack. The bag was soon filled with her most intimate items, a stark reminder of the life she was leaving behind. Mandy watched her, stroking her cock through her pants, the anticipation of their night together growing. “Hurry up,” she urged, her voice a seductive purr. “I can’t wait to see what else I can make you do.”

The air grew thick with lust as Fran worked, the thrill of submission pulsing through her veins. “Yes, Mistress,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s.

With a final, approving nod, Mandy zipped up the bag. “Good girl,” she said, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Now, let’s go get you some proper attire. Something that screams ‘slut’ without saying a word.” She took Fran’s hand, leading her out into the night and towards a future of endless sexual adventure.

As they approached a dimly lit shop with a sign that read “Exotic Appeals,” Mandy couldn’t contain her excitement. “You know why I bought you for $50,000, don’t you, Fran?” she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Fran’s heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. “T-to…to use me,” she stammered, her eyes darting to the collar around her neck.

Mandy chuckled, her grip on the leash tightening. “More than that,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “I’ve wanted you for years, watching you from afar, imagining all the things I’d do to your gorgeous body.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Every time you walked past me in the hall, every time I saw you with those prestigious jocks, I knew you were mine for the taking.” She paused, her hand sliding down to cup Fran’s pussy through her damp panties. “And now you are.”

The shop’s bell chimed as they entered, and a smarmy man looked up from the counter. “Ah, Miss Moore,” he said, his eyes raking over Fran’s exposed body. “Your usual?”

Mandy nodded, her hand slipping into the pocket of her trousers to produce a thick wad of cash. “And something special for my new… acquisition,” she said, her gaze never leaving Fran.

The man’s eyes widened with greed as he took the money, leading them to a back room filled with an assortment of lingerie, leather, and toys that made Fran’s stomach clench. “Choose whatever you want,” Mandy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “After all, I want you to look stunning when I show you off to everyone.”

Fran’s eyes grew wide as she took in the racks of clothes, each more revealing and scandalous than the last. “But I’ve never…” she began, her voice trailing off.

Mandy’s smile was cold. “You will,” she said, her voice a promise. “You’ll wear whatever I tell you to, and you’ll love it. Because you’re my little slut now, and your sole purpose is to satisfy me.” She picked out a scandalously short leather skirt and a sheer, lace top that barely covered Fran’s nipples. “These will do nicely,” she said, tossing them to Fran. “Now, get dressed. We have a party to attend, and I want everyone to see what I’ve bought.”

The collar felt heavier than ever as Fran slipped into the outfit, the leather biting into her skin and the fabric barely concealing her nakedness. “You’re going to be the center of attention,” Mandy murmured, her voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love it.”

With trembling hands, Fran zipped up the skirt and pulled the top over her head, the material clinging to her curves like a second skin. “I… I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

Mandy stepped closer, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Believe it,” she said, her voice soft. “Because you’re mine now, Fran. And I plan on making you feel things you never thought possible.” She leaned in, her mouth claiming Fran’s in a deep, possessive kiss, her tongue delving into her mouth and tasting her fear. “You’re going to be the best slut I’ve ever had,” she murmured against her lips. “And I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it.”

The night air was electric with anticipation as Mandy and Fran exited the townhouse, the leather skirt barely concealing the redhead’s shaved pussy and the lace top leaving little to the imagination. Mandy’s hand rested firmly on the collar around Fran’s neck, a constant reminder of her newfound servitude. They arrived at an elegant mansion, the grand entrance flanked by stone lions and illuminated by flickering torches. The party inside was a cacophony of debauched laughter and hushed whispers, a masquerade of the most depraved kind. Mandy led Fran through the throngs of guests, each one casting a greedy glance at the stunning new addition to their mistress’s collection. The room was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors from the masks worn by the attendees, their true identities hidden behind feathers and lace. The scent of sex and desire permeated the air, thick and intoxicating, making Fran’s pussy throb with need.

Mandy introduced her to a sea of masked faces, each one eager to touch and claim her, their hands roaming her body with an entitlement that sent shivers down her spine. The leather skirt was hiked up, exposing her ass to the lustful gazes, and her breasts were fondled and pinched without hesitation. Yet, amidst the chaos, Fran found a strange comfort in her role as the evening’s entertainment. With each degrading act, she felt her inhibitions slip away, replaced by an insatiable hunger for more.

The main event of the evening was a masquerade ball, where the rich and powerful competed in erotic games for the pleasure of the host. Mandy led Fran to the center of the ballroom, a stage bathed in candlelight and adorned with velvet cushions. “Tonight, my pet,” she whispered in her ear, “you’re going to perform for everyone. Show them just how much of a slut you really are.”

Fran’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as she took in the crowd, their masks hiding their true identities but not the lust in their eyes. “Y-yes, Mistress,” she murmured, her voice a shaky echo of her former self.

Mandy’s hand slid down her back, caressing her bare skin before coming to rest on the zipper of the skirt. “Good,” she purred, her voice a dark promise. “Now, get on your knees and make me proud.”

The skirt fell away, leaving Fran in nothing but the sheer top and a pair of high-heeled boots that made her legs look endless. The room grew silent as Mandy unbuckled her own pants, her cock springing free. “Suck me,” she ordered, and Fran eagerly complied, her lips parting to take Mandy’s length into her mouth. The crowd watched, their breaths bated, as Fran’s head bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s.

The sound of Mandy’s zipper echoed through the hushed ballroom, and Fran’s heart raced as she dropped to her knees. The leather of the collar was a stark contrast against her porcelain skin, and the leash grew taut as she leaned in, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s.

The brunette’s cock was hard and demanding, a symbol of the power she now wielded over her. “Remember, slut,” Mandy murmured, “you’re here to please. Make me come, and you’ll be rewarded. Disappoint me, and you’ll regret it.” With those words, Fran took Mandy’s length in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking the entire shaft. The crowd of masked onlookers grew restless, their own desires mirrored in their heavy breathing and shifting stances.

Hands reached out, stroking her exposed ass and thighs, adding to the symphony of sensations. Mandy’s grip on the leash tightened as Fran’s cheeks hollowed, her eyes watering with the effort to take her all in. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, the anticipation of the climax a palpable force in the room. And when Mandy finally came, her moan of release was met with a round of applause, Fran’s mouth and face coated in her mistress’s cum.

The leash was yanked back, and Mandy stepped away, leaving Fran kneeling and trembling before the sea of hungry eyes. “Who’s next?” Mandy called out, a wicked smile playing on her lips. The room erupted in a frenzy of raised hands and hushed bids, and Fran knew she was about to become the evening’s main entertainment.

The first to claim her was a mysterious man with piercing blue eyes and a smirk behind his golden mask. His hands were gentle yet firm as he helped her to her feet, his fingers tracing the outline of her collar as he stepped closer.

“My turn,” he whispered, his voice like velvet. He led her to a private chamber, the leather of the leash a constant reminder of her subjugation. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of candles and desire. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh. His touch was like fire, setting her skin alight with want.

He unbuckled the leather skirt, letting it fall to the floor and exposing her glistening pussy to the cool air. He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as his tongue traced the seam of her labia, tasting her arousal. Fran’s breath hitched as he slid two fingers into her wetness, his thumb circling her clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of pleasure.

The man’s eyes gleamed with approval as she grew wetter, her body betraying her with every whimper. His mouth found her clit, sucking and licking with a fervor that sent her spiraling into an orgasm so intense she had to bite her lip to stifle her scream. He stood, his cock thick and hard, and guided her onto the bed, her legs spread wide in invitation. The masked stranger slammed into her, his hips pistoning as he claimed her in a way she had never been taken before.

Each thrust was punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh, the sound echoing in the silent chamber. Her body trembled with each invasion, her pussy clenching around him as she neared the precipice again. And when she came, it was with the roar of a lioness, her body convulsing around his cock as he filled her with his cum. He pulled out, leaving her panting and spent, her legs still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. The masked man leaned over, kissing her softly. “Thank you, Fran,” he murmured before leaving her to be claimed by the next eager participant.

As the mysterious man with the golden mask disappeared into the shadows, a new set of hands claimed her, pulling Fran to the edge of the bed. She felt a shiver of anticipation as she recognized the scent of leather and the roughness of a woman’s touch. A voluptuous figure emerged from the darkness, her raven hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her own mask a seductive blend of black lace and feathers. This new stranger was a stark contrast to Mandy’s earlier cruelty, her touch tender yet insistent as she traced the curve of Fran’s breasts and the swell of her hips.

“Your Mistress has done well,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with hunger. “Now it’s my turn to taste the sweetness she’s unlocked.” Fran moaned as the woman’s mouth closed around one of her nipples, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she suckled with a greed that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

The woman’s hand slid between her thighs, her fingers delving into the slick heat of her pussy, teasing and probing until Fran was a whimpering mess. Her orgasm built like a crescendo, her body arching off the bed as the stranger’s tongue danced over her clit, expertly coaxing it to new heights of sensitivity. When she finally came, it was with a scream that was muffled by a mouthful of the woman’s plump flesh, her teeth biting down as her body was racked with spasms of pleasure.

The woman chuckled, her eyes gleaming with victory as she slid up Fran’s body, her own sex slick with need. She mounted her, her strap-on cock pressing against Fran’s entrance, and with one powerful thrust, she claimed her as her own. Each stroke was a symphony of desire, a dance of domination that had Fran’s eyes rolling back in her head. The woman’s moans grew louder, her pace quickening, until she too found release, her body trembling as she spilled her essence into Fran’s welcoming warmth. With a final, lingering kiss, she withdrew, leaving Fran gasping and trembling, her body a canvas of passion and lust, ready for the next eager participant to take their turn in this never-ending odyssey of depravity.

The next person to claim Fran was a tall, muscular man with a sardonic smile and piercing emerald eyes behind his black velvet mask. He wasted no time in stripping her of the drenched lace top, leaving her breasts bared and heaving with anticipation. His calloused hands caressed her soft skin, tracing the outline of her trembling frame before settling on her full, pink areolae.

He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped, the pain melding with the pleasure still pulsing through her from the previous encounter. His cock, thick and veiny, stood proudly erect, and he positioned himself between her spread legs, the head of his shaft nudging at her slick entrance. With one powerful thrust, he filled her to the brim, the leather of the strap-on still coating her insides with the scent of the woman’s desire.

Fran’s eyes widened with a mix of pain and pleasure as he began to move, his strokes long and deep, each one hitting that sweet spot that had her toes curling and her back arching off the bed. His rhythm was unrelenting, his grip on her hips tight as he pounded into her, his own pleasure reflected in the tension of his muscles and the feral growls that escaped his lips.

The room was a blur of masks and lustful gazes, their eyes on her body as it writhed beneath the man’s powerful onslaught. The smell of sex grew stronger, mixing with the scent of candles and fine wine, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to heighten her senses. As the man reached his peak, his strokes grew erratic, his breaths ragged, and with a final, guttural roar, he emptied himself into her, his cum joining the pool of desire that had been building within her all evening.

He pulled out, and before Fran could even catch her breath, another masked figure stepped forward, eager to take his place, the leather of the strap-on still slick with the remnants of the last encounter. The night was far from over, and she knew that she would be used and pleasured in ways she had never dreamed of, her body a playground for the whims of the wealthy and depraved. Yet, as the next cock slid into her, she found herself welcoming the intrusion, her body craving the attention and the power that came with being the center of their desires.

The guy’s cock was thick and hot, filling her up in a way that made her feel both violated and oddly satisfied. Fran’s eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure and pain swirling together in a heady mix that made her dizzy. His powerful thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing harsh in her ear as he approached climax. And just as she felt his cock swell within her, the door to the chamber creaked open. Mandy’s voice cut through the haze of lust, “Fran, how’s my little slut doing?”

Fran’s eyes snapped open, and she saw the smug grin on Mandy’s face, her rival’s eyes glued to the scene before her. The guy’s rhythm didn’t falter, his eyes never leaving Fran’s as he drove deeper into her. “Good,” she gasped out, her body on the cusp of another orgasm. “So good.”

Mandy sauntered over, her own desire evident in the way her nipples poked through her thin shirt. “Let’s see that pretty mouth of yours in action,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The man pulled out of Fran with a wet pop, and she eagerly turned to Mandy, her lips parted.

The brunette’s hand slid down to her own crotch, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to rub her clit. “Suck him clean,” she ordered, her voice thick with lust. Fran didn’t hesitate, taking his cock into her mouth and tasting the musky combination of his cum and her own juices. She could feel Mandy’s eyes on her, watching her every move with rapt attention.

As Fran worked the man’s cock with her mouth, she felt a new pressure building inside her, a desperate need to please not just the man fucking her, but her new mistress as well. The room was filled with the sounds of wet sucking and Mandy’s soft moans, and it was all she could do to keep from coming again herself.

The guy’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips jerking as he reached his peak once more, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallowed it eagerly, her eyes never leaving Mandy’s. The brunette’s hand slid away from her own pussy, and she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of cum that had escaped Fran’s lips and dripped onto her chin. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise of what was to come. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up for the next round.”

Fran’s body was a map of bruises and sweat, her skin sticky with the remnants of the evening’s activities. Yet, as she was led to a nearby washbasin, she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. “You know,” she panted, glancing up at Mandy with a glint of mischief in her eyes, “I’m actually having a bit of fun.” Mandy raised an eyebrow, a smug grin playing on her lips. “I’m not surprised,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You always did have a knack for this kind of thing.” With gentle yet firm hands, Mandy began to clean Fran’s body, using a warm, soapy cloth to wipe away the evidence of her degradation.

Each stroke was tender yet possessive, a silent declaration of her newfound role. Fran’s skin quivered under the soft touch, her body still humming with the echoes of her recent climaxes. As the water trickled down her back, she felt a strange sense of belonging, her fate intertwined with Mandy’s in this twisted dance of power and submission. “You’re doing well,” Mandy murmured, her eyes lingering on the curve of Fran’s ass, the pink of her cheeks still flushed from the spanking she’d received earlier.

“I knew you’d be perfect for this.” The words were like a caress, a gentle reminder of the control she held. Fran leaned into the touch, her eyes closing in bliss as the warmth of the water and the softness of the cloth soothed her abused flesh. Despite the horror of her situation, she found a perverse joy in pleasing Mandy, in being the object of her twisted desires. As the last of the cum was wiped away, she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Mandy’s.

“What’s next?” she breathed, the question hanging in the air like a seductive whisper. Mandy’s smile grew wicked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, my dear,” she said, “the night is still young, and there are so many more games to play.” With that, she took Fran’s hand, leading her back into the fray of the masquerade ball, ready to see just how much more her new pet could take.

Back in the masquerade ball hall, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. The masked figures had gathered around the velvet-covered stage, their whispers and leers growing more fervent as the whispers of Fran’s “performance” spread like wildfire. Mandy’s grip on her leash tightened as she led Fran back into the fray, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Ready for the main event, slut?” she hissed, her voice a mix of mockery and arousal.

Fran felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her as she looked out at the sea of hungry eyes. “I’m… I’m not sure,” she stuttered, her legs shaking beneath her.

Mandy leaned in, her breath hot against Fran’s ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it,” she assured, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “These men are going to worship every inch of you, and you’re going to love it.”

With a dramatic flourish, Mandy removed her own mask, revealing her flushed face and glinting eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced to the eager crowd, “may I present to you, the evening’s star attraction, the one and only, Fran!” The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and catcalls.

The first man to approach was a portly gentleman in a top hat, his mask a simple black affair that did nothing to hide the lecherous glint in his eyes. He stepped onto the stage, his hand reaching out to stroke Fran’s cheek, his thumb brushing against her swollen lower lip. “I’ve got first dibs,” he declared, his voice gruff with desire.

Mandy stepped aside, her smile wide and proud. “Go on,” she urged, a wicked spark in her eye. “Show them what you’re made of.”

The man’s hand slid down to Fran’s chest, his thick fingers teasing her nipples to hard peaks before moving to unbuckle the leather skirt. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, exposing her to the ravenous gazes below. The room grew silent as the man stepped back, his eyes roving over her naked form. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

With trembling legs, Fran stepped forward, her heart racing as she positioned herself in the center of the stage. The man followed, his cock standing tall and proud. She took it in her hand, feeling the weight and heat of it, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. As she sank to her knees, she glanced back at Mandy, who nodded in approval. With a deep breath, she took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as the man’s hands tangled in her hair. The crowd watched, rapt, as she began to suck in earnest, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.

Behind her, she could feel the heat of other bodies closing in, hands reaching out to touch her, to claim her. The man in the top hat groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his shaft. It was a strange and powerful feeling, being the center of so much desire.

As the man grew closer to climax, she felt another cock press against her from behind, the owner’s masked face brushing against her neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. “Your turn,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

The portly gentleman pulled away, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped aside, and the newcomer took his place, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her still-slick pussy. The room erupted again, this time with more urgent cries and calls for more. Fran felt a strange sense of exhilaration as she was passed from one masked lover to the next, each one more eager than the last to claim their piece of her. It was a whirlwind of sensation, a blur of flesh and fabric, of moans and gasps, of pleasure and pain that melded into something darkly beautiful.

Mandy couldn’t help but watch with a twisted sense of satisfaction as Fran’s body was claimed over and over again by the eager, masked guests. She leaned against the velvet curtains that framed the stage, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took in the scene before her. Each man took his turn, using Fran’s body in a display of unbridled lust that had the room panting for more. The sound of slapping flesh and muffled cries of pleasure filled the air, a symphony that played directly into Mandy’s darkest fantasies. She watched as one particularly aggressive man took Fran from behind, her legs draped over his broad shoulders as he drove into her with an animalistic fervor.

“Look at you,” Mandy whispered, her voice filled with awe. “You’re loving every second of it, aren’t you?”

Fran’s eyes met hers through the sea of masks, her gaze pleading yet filled with a strange allure. “Mandy,” she gasped, her voice strained with each powerful thrust. “Help me.”

Mandy’s smile grew wicked. “You don’t need my help,” she purred. “You’re doing just fine.” She stepped closer, her hand trailing over Fran’s arched back, her nails digging into the soft flesh. “You’re a natural, Fran. A slut through and through.”

The men took her words as a cue, their attentions turning to Mandy with a renewed fervor. One by one, they stepped aside, allowing her to replace them, to feel the warmth and wetness of Fran’s cunt that she had so eagerly claimed as her own. As Mandy took her place, she leaned down to whisper into Fran’s ear, “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?”

Fran’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her orgasm. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice thick with need. “I’m going to come for you, Mandy.”

And with that, Mandy plunged into her, her strokes matching the rhythm that had been set before. She watched as Fran’s body tightened around her, the muscles in her stomach clenching, her breasts heaving with each breath. The room grew hazy with the scent of sex, the air thick with the sound of their combined pleasure.

“Look at them,” Mandy murmured, her voice a dark caress. “They’re all watching. They all want you.”

Fran moaned, her eyes flickering open to meet Mandy’s. “But I only want you,” she panted.

Mandy’s smile grew soft, a rare moment of tenderness in the sea of debauchery. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her voice filled with possession. “Always.”

Their bodies moved in unison, their hearts beating in time with the music that played in the background, a haunting melody that seemed to underscore the depraved dance they had become entwined in. As Fran’s climax built, Mandy felt her own desire peak, their bodies intertwined in a display of power and passion that was as intoxicating as it was twisted. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts and their desire, bound by the unspoken contract of master and slave.

When Fran finally came, her scream was a declaration of surrender, her body shaking with the force of her release. Mandy followed closely behind, her own orgasm ripping through her like a storm. The crowd erupted into applause, the sound muffled by the pounding of their own hearts. As they collapsed onto the stage, spent and gasping for air, the reality of their situation hit them like a ton of bricks. They were no longer just schoolgirls with a grudge; they were players in a game of desire that had no clear winner, only the sweet agony of submission and the thrill of the chase.

And as the applause died down, Mandy leaned in to whisper one final truth into Fran’s ear. “You’re mine now, forever.” And with that, she sealed their fate, binding them in a bond that was as unbreakable as the chains that held Fran captive on the stage.

The night’s festivities had come to an end, and as the first light of dawn began to creep through the velvet curtains, Mandy and Fran stumbled into the quiet sanctity of Mandy’s townhouse. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, a constant reminder of the night’s events. Mandy led Fran to her opulent bedchamber, her hand firmly gripping the leash as if afraid she would vanish into the night. They collapsed onto the soft, silk-covered bed, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of exhaustion and spent desire.

Fran lay there, her breaths shallow and quick, the gentle ache between her legs a persistent reminder of her new role. She felt Mandy’s eyes on her, a warm weight that seemed to soothe the jagged edges of her fear. “You were magnificent tonight,” Mandy murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Every man in that room wanted you, but you were all mine.”

Fran rolled over, her eyes searching Mandy’s face for any sign of regret or remorse. Instead, she found only a deep, smoldering passion. “Mandy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions. “What happens now?”

Mandy’s smile grew soft, her eyes never leaving Fran’s. “Now,” she said, her voice low and gentle, “we rest.” She leaned in to kiss her, a tender gesture that held none of the earlier night’s cruelty. “You’re still you, Fran. Just a little… more mine.”

As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies tangled together, Fran couldn’t help but feel a strange comfort in the warmth of Mandy’s embrace. It was a twisted love, born in the throes of power and lust, but it was love nonetheless. When she woke in the morning, the sun was peeking through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She blinked sleepily, only to find Mandy watching her, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“Good morning, my love,” Mandy said, her voice a warm caress. “How does it feel to be owned?”

Fran’s heart skipped a beat, the reality of her situation crashing down on her like a wave. “It’s… it’s a lot,” she admitted, her voice small and unsure.

Mandy’s smile grew sad. “I know,” she said, her thumb brushing against Fran’s cheek. “But I promise you, I’ll take care of you. You’re more than just my slave, Fran. You’re my girlfriend, my confidant, my partner in all of this.”

The words were like a balm to Fran’s bruised soul. “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” she confessed, her eyes brimming with tears.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Mandy assured her, her voice filled with sincerity. “But I do love you, and I want to show you a world of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”

Fran looked into Mandy’s eyes, searching for any hint of deceit. But all she found was a deep, all-consuming love. With a sigh, she leaned into the embrace, her body melting into the brunette’s touch. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll try.”

Mandy’s smile grew, her eyes sparkling with joy. “That’s all I ask,” she murmured, pulling Fran closer. “Now, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a whole new world to explore together.”

And with that, the two young women drifted back into the welcoming arms of slumber, their hearts and bodies bound in a way that neither could fully understand or resist. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, all that mattered was the here and now, and the strange, twisted love that had claimed them both.

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Thus far in our story, our Unnamed Sub has suffered at her Master’s hand, collared a fresh young sub for them to play with, and graduated to (junior) Mistress. This act picks up the same night the new Slave finished her introductory training, after they’ve all gone to bed.

He woke with a stinging, burning sensation on the right side of his chest and reflexively reached for it, his hand stopping with a familiar jangling noise. Startled, his eyes flew open just as another lash fell on his left side, burning just as fiercely as the first.
“Awe, so glad you could join us sleepyhead” said the mistress as she circled his massive cherrywood canopy bed, testing the flail against her free hand menacingly, her perfect body tantalizingly lit by the flickering candlelight, clad only in the lingering marks of his ministrations, her choker, a pair of long gloves and a black leather corset. “After you slept through being chained up we feared you were going to sleep through my little revenge.”
“What are you-” *CRACK* went the crop as it caught him a stinging rebuke on his thigh, making him grit his teeth against a shout of agony.
“Tut tut Master, you should know better than that. You must only speak when spoken to. Understood?”
He hissed against the burning, lingering pain of her brutal assault but nods quickly. “Yes Mistress.”
“Good. After all, you must set a good example for our slave,” she said, calling his attention to the foot of the bed where their new plaything stood meekly wearing little but a translucent frilly apron, the standard choker and the marks of her training across her soft caramel skin, eyes wide behind her black-framed glasses, silky black hair pulled back in a ponytail, holding with trembling gloved hands a tray with the mistress’ tools.
He moaned and writhed against the tightness in his shorts, his imagination getting the better of him as the mistress ran her hands lightly over his marks, fingertips tickling the wounded skin, agony and ecstacy mingling in a potent cocktail. “You see slave? You should be excited when it’s your turn to receive our attentions. Grateful.”
“Yes Mistress”, the new slave whispered meekly, writhing a little awkwardly as she struggles to stand upright, a barely audible buzzing giving some hint to the source of her discomfort.
The mistress continues tracing her fingers down her captured master’s helpless form, then along the shape of his swollen member bulging through his shorts, teasing him wickedly before pulling it free. “My my…you’re quite excited, aren’t you Master?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Perhaps you should be the sub more often?”
He whimpered, knowing there was no answer that wouldn’t get him beaten, and suffered a strike to his errection with barely a moan of protest.
“Like that Slave. You should always reciprocate your Mistress’ work. Be quiet if you want to be rebellious – ” and she struck him again between the legs, making him cry out in agony, “- but you have to make some noise. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Louder!”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Put down the tray,” she demands, crossing to the slave with long strides.
She struggles to comply, barely able to set the tray on the bed before the lash comes hard against her backside, throwing her onto the bed and scattering her mistress’ implements everywhere.
“Now look what you’ve done”
“B-but Mistress, you-” *Crack CRACK!* came the lash, making her cry out and dissolve into pitiable whimpers.
The mistress digs out a pair of handcuffs from the strewn wreckage, manhandling the slave to a bedpost and chaining both wrists around it, forcing her face into the wood. “Lick it!”
Still whimpering, glasses helplessly askew and one perfect breast slipping from her apron, she slowly and passionately licks the polished wood shaft, bucking her hips against it as her Mistress circles the bed, piling pillows under their Master’s head.
“Get a good look, Master” the Mistress coos, climbing onto the bed and massaging his wounded cock roughly, “and tell me if that’s not the best tongue job you’ve ever seen?”
“H-hard to say” he croaked out, voice hoarse with unachievable desire.
“Mm, I bet you’re imagining our little innocent right now on her hands and knees, servicing your cock like she is that unfeeling wood, aren’t you? Seems a waste that she’s spending all that energy on nothing, but she has to exercise that tongue if she’s going to be any good to us. I didn’t say you could stop!” she yells, climbing up on her knees to deliver another blow to the girl’s chest, shredding the sheer apron and spilling her pinking breast into view.
The slave whimpers and redoubles her assault on the post, moaning obediently.
“Better,” says the Mistress, returning to tease her Master some more.

He bites his lip rebelliously against his moans, feeling an amazing climax coming and willing himself not to show her until it’s too late to stop, but all for naught: she pulls her hand away as he begins to throb with the helpless pulse of an impending orgasm, taunting him further with a little kiss on the very head of his cock before crawling sexily away, letting him admire her perfect body but denying him even the slightest touch as she wraps her long legs around the bedpost and the slave’s waist, pulling her close.
“You may stop now, Slave,” she orders, setting down the flail to caress her perfect pert breasts, pulling her closer so that the pole is against her cleavage, licking first her own lips and then the Slave’s, making her whimper with desire. She looks back at her bound Master through her luscious lashes and smirks playfully. “This is for the bit with the shop window,” she taunts before kissing their willing slave passionately, making their Master watch as she plays her hands over the slave’s pert breasts, pinching the nipples roughly, the slave obediently moaning loudly to be heard through the muffling kiss.

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

Chapter 1…As if I hated it…

She was being fucked to the hilt. There were no two ways about it. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. Watching, I felt more uncomfortable than usual. A lot of guys think this is the dream job. They would be wrong. There are lights. It’s hot. People sweat—even I was sweating—and not all people smell good when they sweat.

Then there are body fluids. And gasses. People let those out right along with their semen and vaginal releases. It didn’t matter. They were two pretty people. It wouldn’t matter to the greater audience that would see yet not smell them.

So I stood watching her getting fucked by a guy who probably had been fucking since he could walk, all the while trying to not put my shirt over my nose. They were into it, their minds turned off to the less pleasant aspects of my current life. We were all being paid, so what the hell was I complaining about, right?

“Oh, God!”

Here she goes. I’ve seen her work. She arches her pelvis and slaps back against her vaginal assailant just before she-

“Gail. Lights.”

I reached up and pushed the back of the Kino downward and to the left. The director, Rod Sterling, wanted her face lit, and I was behind. He would get on my ass a little about that later. I didn’t care. He was one of those creatives who always felt the rest of the world didn’t understand them, and it was their job to educate us lesser beings.

It didn’t matter in the end. Art was for those people who couldn’t dig ditches or light sweaty fucking people. No matter what he would say, I did my job well, and he knew it. I slipped occasionally. Three hours sleep will do that to you.

A scream pierced the air, and I knew Candy Lipps had made it home. I kid you not. Candy Lipps. Directed by Rod Sterling, a man who rose up in the ranks from porn star actor to director because his creativity couldn’t be denied. Oh, and the man providing the pistoning was a large Italian stallion named Leon-hardo Dahvi. Really. Personally, I believe he had someone pick that out for him. As much as I don’t like putting people down, Leon wasn’t the sharpest hammer in the drawer, just the longest and thickest.

Hammer-boy, sorry—Leon—looked over at the director for when he should apply the final moments of his sperm’s life. This meant he looked right at the camera, because the shooter also happened to be Rod the director. It was a low-budget scraper—just scraping by—so that wasn’t unusual. Looking at the camera though…well, I always cringed at that.

In most of the film industry that would have been a no-no: you simply don’t look at the camera or the man holding it. I’ve been on multi-million dollar gigs, and the pros know how to read a script…well, they actually have a script with words. I think Leon got the picture-book version. They all got the picture-book version.

Ah, fuck it. Why was I complaining? I was getting paid.

It did grate on me. I won’t deny it. The whole thing just kept reminding me of how low I had gone in life. Poor Leon grated on me because I detested a lack of intelligence. I never in my life want to become like him and, somehow, holding the lights for his base efforts made me feel…made me feel stupid.

But I couldn’t say anything. I brought it on myself.

Rod got almost as excited as Leon and pointed five fingers in the air with a little waving motion. Leon was confused a moment, and then he understood: cum on her back in five seconds.

It was at moments like this I wished I was at home in my chair, drink in hand, watching reruns of The Munsters. Now that was a good show. Fred Gwynne could laugh with a childish honesty and innocence that no one—no one—has been able to imitate since. And Fred never had to ask where or when to shoot his load.

I sighed and watched and listened to Leon’s grunts and then the final explosion that had him growling and gasping as if he just passed a watermelon through his colon.

It sickened me just a little bit. I looked at the floor, my stomach grumbling for a drink in a bad way. I glanced up long enough to make sure the lights were on him and Candy’s glistening, wondrous face.

Yeah.

Candy…

I think I’ll ask her out.

Chapter 2…Who?

I know what you’re thinking—was it all an act?

No. Not by a long shot.

And that surprised me.

Candy slammed back on me with a gusto that nearly broke my hip. Some of my rum and coke shot out of my mouth onto her back.

“Oh!” Candy said, squirming on me. I think she thought that…hell, I hadn’t the slightest idea what was going through her head.

And I didn’t care.

I was just enjoying myself. A bit too much perhaps, but that’s for my shrink to worry about. My shrink being my old friend, Brian. The one who introduced me to my first drink and started me on this fucked-up slush.

Candy reached back and cupped my balls and immediately took my mind off of Brian.

For a while.

“That’s it, you fuckin’ whore, pull me into you,” I said, resisting the urge to set my bottle on her back. I don’t normally go for that whore stuff, but apparently Candy can’t do without it. Setting the bottle on her back…yeah, I could get into that were it not for the chance it could spill. I might be a cheap date, but this shit was precious after the day I had.

I took another swig as Candy came on my dick.

Yeah, sometimes the fucked up slush world wasn’t so bad, after all.

I woke with a sharp pain in my left cheek.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

It was Candy. Candy’s well-manicured finger, to be exact. I pulled away and she kept with me, poking that finger in my skin like it was meant to be there.

“Damn, woman,” I said. “What’re you doing?”

“You didn’t cum,” Candy said. There was a resolute sternness to her voice and lowered brows.

“Wha?” For a second I couldn’t put together what the hell she was talking about, when it hit me. Well, that, and the fact that she held up my used condom with her other hand.

“I checked.”

“Well, good for you,” I said. I was being smart. I get that way with a sharp finger in my cheek and a sour stomach. I needed a drink.

“That doesn’t happen,” Candy said.

She meant it.

I was at the point of thinking what the fuck this crazy woman might do to me now. I tried to create a little more space and got up on an elbow. I winced and took her accusing finger in my hand and put it to my lips.

“That happens with me sometimes,” I said. Her finger tasted like her pussy, and I wasn’t complaining. It took my mind off my stomach for a second. “Nothing you did. I’m okay with it, really.”

“Not with me, it doesn’t,” Candy said. “And it isn’t okay, either.”

She threw the condom to the side and flung off the covers that were partially hiding her body. Yeah, even in the dim light, she cast an impressive figure. She was tight. Muscles lightly accenting her fleshy swells. God, I could even smell her now. She had been working herself while I was asleep.

Before I could say a thing, Candy pushed my face to the side and slid over my upper chest. In one swift motion, she had my arms pinned down under her legs. She let my head go only to grab it forcefully in both her hands. She then slid her supreme wetness directly over my lips and pulled my head into her.

“Now,” Candy said, using one of her hands to reach behind her to grab my cock. Hard.

“Mmmffhh!” I said, struggling. Well, maybe not struggling. And maybe not exactly saying. I couldn’t pronounce words any better than if I had been punched in the lips for an hour by Mike Tyson. Only this was sooo much better.

Candy got off on that. Just the thought of me struggling, that was what did it for her. I could see it in the gleam in her eyes, feel it in the pressure on my mouth as she pulled me in closer and squeezed her legs.

I found my fingers completely useless. Along with my arms, my legs, my brain. They were all under her ministrations, and I was a willing patient. Stomach? I didn’t even know I had a stomach at that point. My cock was active, though. She had so expertly cupped its length and was stroking it…the only thing I could see was everything she was doing to it.

“Now,” Candy said, deadly serious. “I don’t get off until you do. Am I understood?”

I didn’t know who the hell this was. Not the slightest fucking clue. Earlier, she was everything willing and submissive and…hell, even a pleading victim for me to fuck her senseless.

But that woman was not here now. She wasn’t even in the same country.

And…

I didn’t exactly hate that. At that moment, I think I would have paid good money to keep her out.

I stopped thinking after that. Candy ground herself expertly into my mouth, over my nose and then back again—all the while never releasing my cock or breaking her stroking or pressure.

I couldn’t think even if I had wanted. I came—fuck did I cum! And there’s never any thinking when that happens.

(PM me for questions, this is part of a much larger work)

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A young nude model falls for an older art instructress

The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office.

“Good morning all,” I greeted the office staff.

“G’morning they returned.”

I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, “Oh, Sophie. Just a minute.”

I looked around the door at the slight figure of Margaret, the wiry-haired and bespectacled secretary. “I should have told you last week, but as Harold has his exhibition on for two weeks in Manchester, you’ll have a new instructress this morning.”

“Oh,” I said. “Who is she?”

“Laura Lee from the Godiva Art Academy.”

I was intrigued. I went back inside the room and leaned on the secretary’s desk.

“Isn’t she the one who recently had a great exhibition at the Liverpool Art gallery? Specialises in figure painting in pastel.”

“That’s the one,” confirmed the Secretary. “The newspapers reported that she sold every painting. She’s a good teacher too.”

“Sounds interesting,” I said. “I’ll go up and meet her.

The life class room was on the next floor. As the class had not started, the door was wide open. I walked in and saw a woman, with shoulder length auburn hair, standing with her back to me. As she heard me enter she turned around. Her smile was instantly welcoming so I went over and said, “I’m your model – Sophie.”

Her smile broadened and she held out her hand. She took mine in a very firm grip. “Hello, Sophie. I’m Laura. Very pleased to meet you. As we’ll be working together I think we’d better have a quick chat to sort out what we’re going to do.”

She took my elbow and led me firmly over to the side of the room where there were two chairs.

“Sit down,” she said. I sat and looked into her face. I noticed that she was several inches taller than me. She seemed about 35, and her auburn hair surrounded a very pleasant looking face with a few freckles scattered here and there. I was very attracted to her smile and her firm but very smooth voice. She gave me the impression that she was a person very much in charge. She had a fairly full figure with a generous bust but, as far as I could see, her body was quite firm. I wondered whether she might work out a couple of times a week. Certainly there was nothing fragile about her.

“I understand you’ve been modelling here for almost two years now?”

“That’s right,” I replied.

“Tell me, Sophie, when you’re modelling, what do you try to do?”

“Well, I aim to present the class with a pose that’s interesting to draw. If possible I try to imply some small action in the pose, or present a position of tension.” She looked faintly surprised at my reply. Her eyes widened and a faint suggestion of a smile played at the corners of her generous mouth.

“You obviously take a genuine interest in your work. I’ve known so many models who just stand, or sit or lie down without knowing what effect they are creating. Some look thoroughly bored. She then looked straight into my eyes and asked, “Do you like a nice comfortable position?”

I hesitated a moment before replying. I felt this was a testing question. “Well . . . it partly depends on the length of pose. If it’s only three minutes then it can be fairly uncomfortable; anything longer I try to make reasonably comfortable.” Then, almost as an afterthought I added, “But not too comfortable.”

At those words she seemed to straighten, her brow raised almost imperceptibly and the smile at the corners of her mouth appeared again. “That’s interesting; very interesting.”

We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes and, at that very moment something happened that I really cannot put into words. It was as though a chord had reached out from her mind to mine. A certain chemistry passed between us and I experienced a tangible bond of trust with another woman I had never previously experienced.

Just then a man and a woman came over to speak to Laura and the magic of the moment evaporated. Before she answered their question, she turned to me, lightly touched my arm and said, “We’ll start in a few minutes Sophie. Will you get changed please?”

I went into the changing cubicle almost in a trance. What was it that bound this woman and me so closely together. We’d only just met. As I took off my clothes I remember wondering whether it might be because she was 10 to 15 years older than me; but I rejected that idea. I knew a number of women that would apply to but they did not have the same effect on me as Laura did.

I put on my robe and went out into the room. By now almost every student was arranged either sitting down or standing behind an easel. Laura was sitting on the edge of the podium, and as I walked in her direction she stood up smiling.

She introduced herself to the class and then said, “You all know Sophie who has been your model for some time. I’m going to get her to do a few three-minute poses, then we’ll have a couple of ten minute poses and follow those with a longer one of about 25 minutes. That will take us up to coffee time.”

Previously, taking my robe off and presenting myself nude to the class was something I did almost without thought. There was no embarrassment and it was just a matter of routine. But now, I really wanted to let Laura see me naked. I faced in her direction, took off my robe and went into the first pose. I noticed that she just stood there, absolutely still with her eyes fixed on me taking in every detail of my naked body.

She then made a circuit of the 15 or so students just glancing to see what they had done. “Thank you Sophie. Another pose please.” Again I faced Laura and knelt down with one leg stretched to the side. I had the same effect on her: two minutes looking at me and one minute looking at the students’ work.
For my third pose I lay on the podium with my back arched and my hands spread flat at my sides. Laura slowly walked over to the podium and stood at my feet looking down at my nude body. I was thrilled when she quietly said, “That’s a lovely pose Sophie. You really are good.” I remember thinking I’d do anything for this woman.

For my long pose Laura asked me to sit on the podium with one leg up forming a triangle and the other flat on the podium but bent with my foot under the other knee. This meant that my shaved pussy was on full view to those in front of me. Laura came over to the podium and took hold ofthe leg which was lying flat and moved it further under my other leg. As she touched me I felt a surge of pleasure run up my legs to my crotch. She took one step back and in an almost inaudible whisper said, “Yes, I really do like that.”

When the long pose was over I put on my robe and went into the cafeteria with the others for coffee. On leaving the queue I joined two men and a woman, who were life class students, at their table. Seconds later we were joined by Laura carrying her cup. She sat down and said, “We do have a really lovely model don’t we?” The others agreed. I smiled and thanked them as I blushed a little. We engaged in small talk for about ten minutes, then it was time to resume the session.

I don’t know whether it was the hot coffee or the close presence of Laura, but when I went into the cubicle I was perspiring. I stood there debating with myself. I wanted to impress Laura. I’d have done anything she asked me to do. She obviously liked looking at me naked. I felt that I wanted to feel vulnerable in front of her. Then I had an idea. I always went out of the cubicle wearing my robe until I got on or near the podium. I decided that this time I would take it off and walk out naked. I threw my robe on the cubicle chair, drew back the curtain and quite slowly and deliberately walked across the room. I saw Laura’s eyes as she smiled in my direction. I met her gaze with confidence. She seemed to be feasting on my nakedness.

I had two long poses next and Laura found an excuse to rearrange me slightly in each one. I loved her firm but gentle touch. I wondered whether my pussy, in full view of four or five of the class was enlarging, getting pink and opening. It felt like it but I couldn’t be sure.

When Laura said her last “Thank you, Sophie,” I thought how quickly the time had passed. While all the students were packing away their equipment she came over to me and stood quite close in front of me commenting on my posing and from time to time looked down at my breasts.

“Well, I mustn’t keep you must I?” she said as she glanced at her watch. “You’ll probably want to be getting home.” As I turned she gently stroked my back and said “It’s been lovely working with you Sophie. I shall look forward to next week.”

I took my time returning to the cubicle. I knew she would be looking at my naked back so I tried to wiggle my bottom a bit more than usual as I walked. Getting back home to my flat was the last thing on my mind. I’d have stayed for hours talking to Laura. As I dressed I had a flat feeling of disappointment as I thought I had to pass a whole week before I’d see her again. How could I wait that long before experiencing the magic bond between us once more?

I slowly walked down the flight of steps and out through the double door into the car park. I gave a slight sigh as I looked at my watch to see which bus I would be able to catch. I had almost reached the exit onto the road when I heard a car coming behind me. I moved to the side to give it room to pass but when it came alongside me it slowed down. The driver lowered the window. It was Laura!

“Can I offer you a lift anywhere Sophie?”

The magic took over once more. Can she offer me a lift? You bet! I tried to remain calm as I replied, “Oh, that’s very kind of you Laura. Which way are you going?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you there. I’m in no hurry.”

I quickly got in the car and she pulled out onto the main road. I told her that I wanted to go to the art shop on the edge of town just over a mile away. “There’s a small pull-in just before it. If you could drop me off there I would be terribly grateful.”

During the short journey I offered her congratulations on her latest exhibition of figure drawings which had been a sell out. I also asked her about the various models she had used. I secretly wondered if they had fallen under her spell as I had done. Soon we were at the pull-in where she stopped. Laura switched off the engine as she finished answering my questions about the other models. “Some of them were mediocre, some were very good.” Then she deliberately turned and looked me straight in the eyes. “But none of them were anywhere near as good as you.” I’m sure I blushed slightly. I looked quickly down. Then I slowly raised my eyes again.

“Thank you, Laura. I’m flattered, but I really enjoyed the class today. Having you in charge seemd . . . somehow, special.”

“You mean you like working with me?”

“Oh yes. I really loved it.”

Laura turned and momentarily looked out through the windscreen as though thinking. Then she returned her steady gaze to me. “In that case, would you like to do some modelling for me at my studio?”

My heart missed a beat – or several beats. I tried to control my voice as I replied, “Oh, definitely. I’d really like to do that. I’d love to be painted by you. I could tell all my friends I’d modelled for the famous Laura Lee.”

She reached forward and lifted my chin in her hand. “You’re sure about that?”

“I’m absolutely positive. When do you want me?”

“It will be in the evening time. Will that suit you?”

“Oh, yes,” I replied. “Just tell me which evening.” I’d have gone if she’d asked me to model at three in the morning.

Laura returned her gaze through the windscreen once more. “Let’s see. Today’s Tuesday. I have a meeting tomorrow evening and I’m having visitors on Thursday evening. Can you manage Friday?”

“Yes,” I replied. I’d have managed any day to be alone with this wonderful woman.

Laura took out a business card and handed it to me. “This is my studio address,” she said. “Can you make it by seven o’clock. . . no, let’s say half past six. That will give us plenty of time. I don’t like rushing things.”

“I can definitely get there by half past six,” I said, the excitement rising inside me at an incredible rate. I’ll see you then. Oh, and thanks very much for the lift. It was really sweet of you.” I suddenly bent forward and before I knew what I was doing I kissed her lightly on the lips. “Bye now!”

I got quickly out of the car wondering whether I had done the right thing in kissing her. It certainly seemed right to me but I wasn’t so sure about Laura. However, my doubts were dispelled as I shut the car door and waved my hand. Laura was beaming at me and she blew me a kiss.

As I floated along the pavement I meditated on her words. “Half past six . . . I don’t like rushing things.” I wondered what things she didn’t like rushing.

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The interval between Tuesday and Friday had never seemd so long to me. I found the wait really frustrating. All I could think about was seeing Laura again.

Eventually, Friday dawned and I was up bright and early thinking that this was the day. I spent half an hour doing some pretty strenuous exercises to tone up my muscles and then more time having a shower, washing and setting my hair, filing and polishing my fingernails and toenails and removing every hair on my body except those on my head. I had to be as near to perfection as possible. I studied my naked figure in my full length mirror on my bedroom door and was quite satisfied with what I saw.

The only thing I wore was my bath robe. After a light lunch I restlessly moved from one small job to another, or idly leafed through magazines looking at my watch every ten minutes or so. Eventually it was half-past four. Two hours to go, but it would take me 20 minutes to walk to Laura’s studio. So I decided to put my make-up on. I consulted a few books on the subject. I didn’t want to look like a tart but I did want to look sexy and attractive.

All this finished, I decided on just one other touch. I went to a drawer where I kept my perfume and took out my favourite, but subtle, aroma. I applied one spot under each breast, another behind each ear and the last right between my legs. Then I took one final look at myself in the mirror and decided to get dressed. I chose the briefest pink silk undies I possessed, my dark brown pleated mini-skirt and a low-necked cream blouse with two very slight shoulder straps. I was finally dressed but, with any luck, I wouldn’t be for much longer.

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Knowing the area well, I easily found the address on Laura’s card. It was a large double-fonted Victorian villa in an avenue of trees. I was ten minutes early but I couldn’t wait any longer. I went up the short flight of stone steps, rang the door chime and waited impatiently. I was rewarded by the figure of Laura opening the door. She was dressed in an off-white and paint-stained artist’s smock but I noticed that she was wearing carefully applied makeup and her short hairstyle was flawless.

I stepped into the large hallway. Laura looked me up and down with a broad smile of obvious approval. I returned it. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” she said. Then she came closer to me, took my face in both hands and kissed me on the lips. It was not a lover’s kiss but firm enought to let me know she cared. The magic between us started working again.

“Lovely to see you again, Sophie. You managed to find me alright?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “No difficulty at all.”

“Let’s go up to my studio then.” She took hold of my elbow and steered me towards the bottom of a wide staircase . “I use the biggest bedroom in the house as my studio,” she explained .

“I expect you need a lot of space for all your paintings,” I suggested .

“Yes, that’s true. I hate working in a cramped space; I like to be able to spread myself a bit.”

I liked her terminology, and kept hoping.

“Another reason I use the room is that it has a north-facing and very large window which is not overlooked by anyone.”

“Oh, that must be a real bonus,” I said.

She opened the door for me to walk inside. I was totally impressed. The cheerful pink evening light enveloped me. If this had been a bedroom, you could have slept ten people in it. It was almost square and the window at the one end occupied almost half the wall space. The deep red curtains on either side were held back with heavy gold tassels. On another wall was a huge swept gilt-framed mirror which reached well over half way to the high ceiling. It seemed to add extra length to the room. There were several chairs, one of them a maroon Queen Anne with gold trimming . A matching chaise longue stood nearby. Along the bottom of one of the walls was a collection of paintings, some framed, some just on bare canvases. Apart from one cupboard, two shelves containing some very large books, and a low set of narrow pastel storage drawers, the only other items in the room were two easels, one with a large sheet of tinted blank paper on it, and a podium, set in the middle covered with a mattress.

Laura gave me time to look round and take in the whole picture and then said, “Well, what do you think of my studio?”

“I’m overwhelmed,” I returned.” I really do love it. I can imagine it must be heavenly working in here.”

“Yes, I totally agree with you Sophie.”

She then started walking towards another door in the corner of the room.

“This is a walk-in store cupboard that I use to store my costumes. Would you like to see them?”

Costumes! It was just as well she had her back to me. The smile vanished from my face as I automatically followed Laura to the door. Costumes! She wants to paint me in a costume? After all my planning. I suddenly realised that I’d been planning to seduce this woman.

We both went into the small ante-room. There were steel tubes across the room and hooks all around the walls, all hanging with costumes of every sort. And along the skirting board there must have been 20 pairs of shoes. There was a very large wicker basked in the corner out of which bulged an assortment of, what I assumed to be, drapes.

Laura was standing by my side. “You . . . er . . want me to wear a costume?” I queried.

She shot me a quick glance and smiled broadly. “Oh, no. Painting you in a costume? Now wouldn’t that be a gigantic waste? A figure like yours should be put on display.” She was incredulous that I should ask. The tension inside me disappeared.

“No, Sophie. I want to paint you nude. In fact I have something specific in mind. I’m a great admirer of Ingres. I consider that some of his paintings are amongst the greatest ever committed to canvas. Are you familiar with his work?”

I hesitated a little. “Well, I have seen quite a number of his paintings . . .”

“Come over here,” she said moving towards the bookshelves. I followed. She took down a very large, thick book with the name “Ingres” heavily embossed on the cover. I noticed there was a marker in the book. She flipped open the page to reveal a painting of a naked young woman chained to a rock and being rescued by a young man with a lance. I had seen it once or twice before, but now it was to have greater significance for me.

“This is called ‘Roger Freeing Angelica’. Ingres painted it in 1819 and it’s based on a poem by the Italian poet Ariosto. I saw the original when I went to Paris last year and visited the Louvre. It was absolutely stunning! I was rooted to the spot for some 20 minutes before I could move. What do you think of it Sophie?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.

“Notice how her naked body is turned around to face us and her arms stretchd sideways chained to the rock? Her beauty is there for us all to see. She is naked and helpless. See how her head is strained back and her eyes rolling to try to get a glimpse of her rescuer? This is the work of a genius.”

She slowly closed the book and looked at me. “I want to do a pastel painting of you based on that painting. It will be quite simple compared with the work of Ingres of course. I want your wrists tied to a post which often happened to slave girls who disobeyed their masters. I want you to be a naked slave girl.
What do you think, Sophie?”

What a question? I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more sexy and alluring if I’d tried. “Oh, I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said. And I really meant it.

“So you like the idea?”

“I love it!” I replied giving Laura a hug.

“Right then. Get ready to be a slave.” There was nothing I wanted more. I’d be Laura’s slave any day.

She went over to the podium and arranged one of the easels towards the edge. “That should give you plenty of room to pose in the centre,” she said. “The light from the window will be striking sideways across your body throwing your figure into deep relief.”

I approached the podium and kicked off my shoes on the floor. Then I stood on the podium and realised that the thin mattress was quite firm under my feet. Laura just stood there looking at me. I unzipped my mini-skirt and let it drop. Then I pushed the thin straps of my blouse off my shoulders and it ended around my ankles with my skirt. I stepped out of both, slowly bent over, picked them up and threw them on the floor. I then undid the front fastener on my bra, took it off, and with a wide flourish it joined my other clothes. My tiny lacey pants were all that remained. I slowly put my thumbs in the waistband and edged them slowly down. When they were just below my knees I stepped out with my right foot and placed it well to the side. I flicked them off with my other foot and stood completely naked on the podium before Laura.

I looked her squarely in the eyes and asked, “How do you want me?” I tried to put as much meaning into the words as I could.

She joined me on the podium and put her hands on my waist. “Now, if you stand reasonably close to the easel you should be able to hold onto it as though your hands were tied there. She placed my hands where she wanted them and let her hand slide down my arm before going around behind me. She controlled me by taking my hips in both her hands. “I’d like a bit of an “S” shape to the pose. Put most of your weight on your left foot and place the other out to the side.”

Laura then stepped down from the podium and stood looking at me with a smile of satisfaction. In the large mirror facing me I could see myself posing. Everything was on show – just as I wanted. “Oh yes, you look really lovely. I hope I can do you justice,” she said.

She picked up the easel with the paper on it and placed it in front of the podium. I watched her as she worked swiftly in pastel sketching the main elements of the pose. I was absolutely thrilled just standing there knowing she was looking at every intimate part of my nude body. She worked in silence for some 15 minutes and then asked, “Are you warm enough, dear?” I put the heating on well before you arrived. There’s nothing worse for a model than being cold.”

I was anything but cold but I think it was more to do with Laura rather than the temperature. After a further five minutes I felt the muscles in my arms begin to ache slightly. Another five minutes and they were even worse. Laura must have sensed this. “Would you like a break, Sophie? Your arms must be a bit tired by now.”

“Yes, they are a bit,” I replied. She wiped her hands in a large cloth then took a white pastel and walked up onto the podium. She drew a line around my hands on the easel then knelt down and drews a line around both my feet. I felt her hair brushing against my thighs as she did this and I felt an extra warmth rising in my tummy.

She smiled and took hold of my left arm. “Oh yes, your arm is getting a bit cold. Let me warm it for you.”

She started at the top of my shoulder and ran her hands around in little circles right down my arm to my hand. Then she did a series of swift brushing movements up and down the arm. When she started on my other arm I made sure I kept it quite near to my side so that as she moved her hands up and down they brushed the side of my breast. I’m sure she enjoyed the sensation as much as I did. She gave me the faintest of smiles and then went behind me. She placed her strong hands on the tops of both my arms and again circled her hands around right down my arms, this time lightly brushing both my breasts with her fingertips as she did so. I could feel her clothes touching my back when she placed her hands on my hips, fingers pointing downwards. She slid her thumbs around the front of my hips and deliberately held me in a firm grip. I closed my eyes and heard her low voice very close to my ear. “How’s that? Are your arms better now?”

My voice croaked slightly as I replied, “They are fine now, thank you Laura. You really seem to have a magic touch.” I wanted her to know that her efforts were appreciated. Then an idea suddenly occurred to me.

“Laura,” i wonder whether my arms would ache less if you actually tied them to the easel? I wouldn’t have to grip anything”

She held her chin in her hands for a few moments as she considered this. “That’s an excellent idea Sophie. Now why didn’t I think of that? I can see you’re not just a pretty face; you have ideas as well.” Oh, I had ideas all right. I was just hoping she’d be able to share them.

She went over to the cupboard and returned with a length of thin blue rope. First of all she tied my wrists together and then, placing my hands within the marks she had made, tied them firmly to the easel. Gripping my left leg she placed it in the footprint she had drawn near the easel, then she guided my right foot into the other. I noticed her cheek brushed the outside of my thigh as she did so.

Laura went back to her easel “How long do you take to complete a life drawing?” I asked.

“Generally about an hour-and-a-half to two hours,” she replied. “Any background work I can complete in the studio without the model.”

Again she worked swiftly for a while but then her movements became less sweeping and smaller. I realised that she must be putting in some detail. Thirty minutes later my arms were fine but my leg bearing most of my weight was starting to feel the strain.

“Another break?” asked Laura, once again wiping her hands. I readily agreed.

“How are your arms now?”

“My arms seem OK,” I replied. It’s my legs that are beginning to ache now.”

Once more she joined me on the podium. Without a word she knelt down in front of me. She gripped my left leg, just above my ankle, between both her hands and started the circling movements just as she had done before with my arms. Slowly she made her way up my leg. When she got to my knee she ran her fingers deeply into the muscles behind it. That felt good to me and I felt the warms run up my legs again. She continued up my thigh and increased the kneading of my muscles. Soon she was almost up to my shaved pussy and I felt the brush of her fingers against the bottom of my vulva. She repeated all this with my other leg, then brushed her hands swiftly up my legs occasionally making firm contact with my pussy as she did so. By the time she had finished I realised she was beginning to turn me on – and I was enjoying every minute of it.

We went into the third session. “I must say you are an excellent model,” stated Laura. “Not only just to look at, but you hold the pose so well.” By the end of that session I was beginning to ache in all sorts of places. Laura was sympathetic to the fact.

“We’ll have another break now,” she announced. Would you like a coffee to relax you?”

“I’d love one,” I replied.

“Sugar and milk?”

“Please.”

Laura went over to the shelves near the wall and switched on an electric kettle. When she returned she untied my hands. “I expect you’re beginning to ache everywhere by now,” she said. I agreed, and stretched my arms high above my head. I stood on tip-toe and wiggled my hips from side to side. Laura took in every movement with what seemed like appreciation.

Then she went over to the cupboard and returned with a tin of talcum powder. “Lie down on the edge of the podium and I’ll give you a quick massage.” I needed no second bidding. I was lying on my tummy in a flash.

Laura poured out some talc on her hands, rubbed them together and then started kneading the muscles on the tops of my shoulders. The feeling was very relaxing and I could sense the tension ebbing away. Her firm hands moved down my back. She spread her fingers and worked both thumbs up my spine, then her hands moved around to my sides as though taking my body in a firm hold. I could feel her fingers probing my ribs as she worked her way down to my waist then around my hips circling under my bottom and up the cleavage between. There was a pause. She spread her right hand flat on my buttocks and swiftly moved them sideways in both directions. The wiggling effect was fantastic; it was as though she was applying an electric shock between my legs and I knew she was deliberately trying to turn me on. She was succeeding too! Her fingertips brushed the lips of my vulva as she moulded my inner thighs and then right down to my feet which she plied with her strong fingers.

At that point the kettle gave out a long whistle and Laura went over to make the coffees. She brought them back and placed them on the far side of the podium.

Once more she knelt by my side. “Now, turn over and I’ll finish you off.” I instantly obeyed. Again she poured talc on her hands and rubbed them together. She started to work quite gently on the muscles on the sides of my neck quite near my ears, the same circling movements that engendered such pleasure in me. Then she massaged the top of my chest with left to right movements and tapping movements with her fingers. She then moved her hands right across to the edges of my chest and down my ribs to my waist. She touched her wrists together as her hands flattened out on my upper tummy and then pushed upwards covering my breasts which she kneaded in strokes upwards and outwards. She also pressed my nipples between two fingers and squeezed them making them stand out erect.

My feelings of sexual gratification were nothing compared to the effect of the next move she made. After twice circling my tummy, she touched her thumbs together and, with considerable pressure, moved her hands down over my smooth pubic area, down over my opening vulva and onto my thighs. After taking hold of my ankles and deliberately moving them further apart, she continued up my legs making great play between my open thighs. I felt pangs of pleasure shooting from my crotch to every part of my body. I was really becoming sexually aroused. I’d never known anything so intense before.

Laura then bent over me and kissed me lightly on my tummy. “How do you feel now, darling?” I arched my back and stretched my arms above my head.

“Unbelievably sexy!” I said quite shamelessly.

“Good!” she retorted. “I’m going to put the finishing touches to my painting now, and I want you to look like a really sexy slave.” She handed me my coffee. As we drank we just sat and looked at each other hardly saying a word but deeply conscious of what was passing between us.

Laura returned the cups and then went back to the podium. “Right, slave, let’s tie you up again,” she said smiling.

I looked directly up into her face. “Yes please,” I said. She playfullt kissed me on the forehead and returnd to her easel. It was as she was doing this that I once again caught sight of myself posing. I could clearly see my vagina lips thrusting out from between my legs. I could also see a glint of moisture on them. I remained in this high state of arousal until eventually Laura announced “I think that’s it. I’ve finished.” She wiped her hands again and stood back from the easel to regard her work.

She came over to me and untied my hands. “Would you like to see my naked slave girl painting?”

“You bet! I’d love to. I can hardly wait.”

I hurried over and reached it before Laura. I stood in front of the easel and gazed in admiration. “Wow! What a painting.” Although it had a photographic quality that revealed every detail, it was also painterly to the eye. “That is really astonishing. What do you think of it Laura?”

She came around the easel and stood behind me looking over my shoulder. “Frankly I think it’s the best figure drawing I’ve done so far. You inspired me Sophie. That is what I’d call a really sexy slave girl.” She gave a little laugh.

“I’d say it’s a really sexually aroused slave girl,” I replied. “Do you approve?”

She moved slightly closer and rested her hands on my waist. “Oh yes, I certainly do approve. I approve utterly.” She moved her hands across my tummy and her fingers touched.

“Then that makes us unanimous – darling.”

Laura moved her hands upwards over my breasts and held them cupped in her hands. Once again she held my nipples between her strong fingers and squeezed. Her sexual lightning flashed through my body again. I groaned as I arched my back and deliberately pushed my breasts firmly into her caressing hands. She alternately squeezed and released them. Realising the extent of my sexual enjoyment, she reached around further with her left hand and caressed my right breast. Then her free hand moved swiftly down my body and between my open legs. With two fingers she traced small circles between the open wet lips of my vagina. I gasped in ecstasy and moved my head back to rest on her shoulder and face her. Her head moved around to seek out my lips and we kissed our first lovers’ kiss. We then eagerly faced each other. She put her arms around my back and I flung my arms upwards around her neck. I pulled her down onto my mouth and our tongues danced an electrified erotic dance twisting and twirling like sexual dervishes.

Then Laura did something which took me completely by surprise. She broke away from my grasp, put one hand behind my waist and the other behind my knees and lifted me up bodily into her arms. I only turn the scales at a little over eight stones but I was still amazed at her strength. She carried me over to the podium and sat me on one corner.

“Lie down” she ordered as she looked down at me and started to unbutton her smock. Within seconds she flung it to the side and I saw she was completely naked underneath. She had a firm body and bust with muscles which showed rather more than the average woman. I was impressed. She knelt down between my ankles near the corner of the podium and our warm bodies met as she moved up to kiss me. Again our tongues intertwined urgently and we both gasped as the erotic tides swept through us both. She moved down to my breasts and her lips sought out my nipple. Her mouth encompassed more of my breast as she pressed it into my flesh and sucked hard on my nipple. I groaned and panted as my breasts rose and fell as I gasped for breath.

After giving my other breast the same treatment she moved downward with her tongue in little licking motions. When she arrived at my navel her tongue moved round in quick circles as she licked my naked skin. Then she held her mouth close as she blew on the moist patch. The result was incredible and my head moved from side to side in sheer ecstacy. I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand.

As Laura’s mouth moved lower over my smooth pubic area, her kissing and licking took on a new urgency and then her thick strong tongue drew a line right down over my wide open vagina lips. I felt as though my groin was on fire, but she continued to press her lips and tongue all around the area. She then put the tip of it between the lips of my vagina and made rapid movements with it from side to side as it moved upwards. My back arched and my legs spread ever wider. This woman was doing magic things to me. She took my enlarged sexual lips right inside her mouth in a passionate kiss then her tongue darted inside me then back out. In again, then out and so she kept going finally ending up inside me flailing about like some wild animal. By now the juice was pouring out of me and I was almost beside myself.

Then Laura suddenly pounced on my clitoris and took it into her mouth where she continued to suck it and move her tongue around it. Finally she used just the tip of her tongue and licked my clitoris at an amazing speed and, as she did so, it seemed as though something exploded inside me and I felt the juice shoot out and run down between my legs. I was panting almost uncontrollably and my breasts were heaving as I realised that I has experienced my first orgasm.

I never realised it could be like that with another woman. Gradually my breathing returned to normal and Laura came up and looked me in the face. She was panting slightly too. I wondered if she also had had an orgasm.

I smoothed her hair and the side of her face with my hands. “Thank you darling. That was wonderful. You certainly know what to do with a naked girl.”

She smiled. She let her nude body rest on mine and it rekindled my desire once again. I lifted my legs and coiled them around her body, crossing my ankles and holding her close. She moved her body rythmically between my legs. It was happening again. I clasped her close in my arms. I uncrossed my ankles, spread my legs wide open and wrapped my arms firmly around her.

“Take me again darling! I pleaded.

I arched my back and pushed my hips up to meet hers.

“After all, I am your naked slave girl.”

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