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Miranda one of my girlfriends, has invited herself for afternoon tea today to update me and my man Roger on her new business venture. The first thing we noticed was her collagen lips and her closely clipped fingernails, a subtlety not lost on me.

“Extra pleasure for my clients,” she smiled when I mentioned her collagen lips. “And I love your heels Sarah are they for my benefit?,” she smiled as I crossed my legs for her.

She is still a very attractive woman, a real cougar. Just after she turned forty, she told me her internal plumbing precluded her from having intercourse, she needed a job, always difficult at her age, so she considered going into business as a classy high-end cougar call girl.

After a few changes of plan and direction she is now a very successful classy, high-end cougar call girl, catering exclusively for women, elegant and wealthy women who can afford at least $2,000 per session, charging a premium on Friday and Saturday nights, even more if their female or male partner wants to watch.

She always enjoys telling my man and me about some of her clients, my bi-sex side as well as my voyeuristic side loves to listen as she recounts her assignments, often in great detail, knowing she will turn me on. Today she is telling me about another of the standout sessions with a woman from overseas.

“An Asian woman from Hong Kong married to a much older tycoon booked me for a day and night while her man was attending a local business conference. A young, male Asian servant opened the door when I arrived at their lavish hotel suite.She was an absolute knockout, mid-thirties, younger than me, my first Asian client. It turned out the young, male Asian servant was in fact her lover, her toyboy who she wanted to watch while she and I made love every which way. He even ran a bath for us and washed us, twice.

“You would not believe some of the famous people I have serviced, that’s what the credit card transaction reads, SERVICE, when passing through town. A real buzz servicing some of the famous showbiz people. And some of the female politicians who insist on absolute discretion. There are lots of female business executives from overseas and out of town who want to have a trophy lesbian tongue fuck while they are in town, something they can boast to their friends about when they return home.

“Remember you told me talking dirty can be a huge turn on, for females and males Sarah. Some of my female clients are so classy, so sophisticated, so lady like and so beautifully spoken, you would not believe the language when I am tongue fucking them.

“And some of the ways they have their pubes trimmed for me, such a turn on for some of them, as they flaunt their style for me. The really serious bi-sexual women are are invariably bald down there and make a point of letting me know, though some have just a tuft above their sex.

“Some of the more assertive lesbian woman have hair under their armpits. And some of the names they call me. One regular lady keeps calling me, ‘You fucking lesbian bitch, I love it, don’t stop.’ Another calls me, ‘my beautiful, wonderful cunt fucker.’

“There are a surprising number of local classy, wealthy women who want to have a lesbian three-way with their lover. Some of the expensive lingerie they wear is just amazing and an extra turn on for them and me. Some women want their female lover to watch, some want their husband, boyfriend or male lover to watch, usually naked, an extra turn on for all.

“A few days ago I had two local classy, wealthy lesbian women, both in their thirties. Neither of their husbands even suspected they were closet lesbians. They were both incredibly attractive and a turn on for me. An extra frisson while trying to keep it a secret from their husbands. And soaking up some BDSM from me to lessen their guilt. They both had magnificent big asses and were tongue kissing each other as I did exactly what they wanted, spank them with the whip I always bring along.

“One absolutely classy, beautifully spoken woman asked me for a golden shower. Happy to oblige I told her, a turn on for me as well her, as we stood close together in the shower, tongue kissing to build the tension. She enjoyed it so much she brought her man along a week later to watch a repeat. Now that was so erotic while he masturbated.

“Can I ask a personal question? Yes?,” my man asked. “Do some of your clients have sex with you, cunnilingus? Tongue fuck you?”

“Of course they do, my internal plumbing precludes me from having intercourse, not cunnilingus, thank goodness, my sex life has never been more satisfying. Some of my clients are just incredible, so talented, and they are paying me.”

Miranda was in full flight now, knowing she was was turning both me and my man on with her tales of lesbian sex, crossing and recrossing her legs for us, each time showing some more glorious thigh. She was in full flight now, smiling wickedly as she continued. “One of my favourite assignments was the CEO of a major company who had her twenty-five year old female secretary Julie with her. She told me she was the only lesbian lover Julie had ever had, telling me she had been grooming Julie for me and wanted me to seduce Julie while she watched.

“And did you seduce her while her lesbian boss watched?,” I asked, my voyeur side kicking in, wanting to hear more salacious detail, already turned on by her stories of lesbian sex, wanting her, hoping she will seduce me. I hadn’t had another woman for so long, nor another woman have me.

Miranda had her hand on my knee, then inside my thigh, as she continued her story, sensing and knowing she had our full attention and had raised my libido, really raised my libido, my man Roger sensing my turn on, knowing I wanted Miranda to seduce me while he watched, an extra turn on for both of us.

“When Julie and I looked at each other after her female boss, her CEO and lover, told me she wanted me to seduce her while she watched, the atmosphere in the room was electric, sexually charged, both of us wanting each other.

“Julie was drop dead gorgeous, we were ignoring her boss watching us while we passionately tongue kissed, her CEO watching me undress her twenty-five year old female secretary as she undressed for both of us at the same, she wanted to be naked for us while she watched me seduce Julie.

“I had never had a lesbian lover as young as her. A gorgeous feminine size-10 body, we were kissing like teenagers, our hands all over each other. I took her top off first, no bra, beautiful, firm tits, nipples like bullets while her CEO watched me feasting on them, teasing her own nipples. Remember when we were that age Sarah?

“I had Julie resting against a high stool, her heels barely touching the floor, determined to give her new and exquisite levels of lesbian sexual pleasure, for her, for me, and for her CEO while she watched. You know I love a challenge Sarah.

“Tell my CEO and me what you are going to do to me?,” Julie whispered, always an extra turn on for me, my sexual partner asking a question like that anticipating the answer they both wanted to hear.

“Fuck you with my tongue, tongue fuck you, tease you, edge you, bring you to orgasm, more than once while your CEO watches and masturbates for you and for me,” I told her. “And I did such a buzz bringing a young woman to orgasm with my tongue lips and a finger, twice. Julie was so sexually articulate, telling me exactly what she wanted from me, an extra turn on for her, her CEO and lesbian lover watching.”

“I owe you Sarah, I have a new and lucrative career thanks to you. A career I am enjoying. Would you like me to entertain you and Roger? I am free right at this moment,” she teased with a wicked smile. Do you want your man to watch? Good, so do I, one of my new turn ons, the man watching me seducing his lady.”

A lot had happened since the last time Miranda had me, made love to me. Her technique was so polished now. Whispering to me as she lifted my skirt reaching to slide my thong down to my ankles. “You sexy, horny bitch Sarah, no knickers,” she told me as she lifted my skirt to my waist, running her tongue over my freshly trimmed pubes, my legs spread for her, her short fingernails teasing my ass cheeks.

“Your magnificent, big ass gets better every time,” she told me after she had me completely naked, kneeling behind me, licking and kissing my ass cheeks in turn, teasing them with her lips and tongue, an arm between my legs, teasing my wet cunt lips with a fingertip, while Roger watched on, naked teasing his erection for us.

Then on my back on the bed for her, Miranda on top of me, kissing me, scissoring me, tribbing me, exquisite sexual stimulation, rubbing our vulvas together. Grinding her vulva on my body for our mutual sexual gratification. vulva-to-vulva, then vulva-to-thigh.

Licking me, sucking me, staying right on my clit, paying attention to other parts of my vulva. Licking inside my vagina, combining fingering me, lips and tongue. Massaging the area around my cunt, putting pressure on my mons pubis, the tissue on my pubic bone, directly above my vulva, so wet for her.

After my second wonderful orgasm, even better than my first. Miranda had her middle finger inside me, way past her second knuckle, the fingertip teasing my g-spot, expertly teasing it, still using her tongue to add to my sexual pleasure. She was exquisitely good, so pleased at that moment I was bi. “You really are sexy, horny bitch Sarah, a lesbian’s delight.”

“Are you going to squirt for me? Are you?,” she kept teasing, knowing she had me right on the edge, the absolute edge as she did things to my g-spot I had never had before. My thighs were trembling, my hips bucking. Are you going to squirt for me Sarah, my beautiful, sexy lesbian bitch?”

I could barely mutter, “Yes, yes, yes,” moments before my whole body shook, orgasming and squirting simultaneously, a trickle at first then a stream. “You are incredible, magnificent Miranda, what a fuck,” I whispered as we tongue kissed, still squirting for her.

“Did you bring your whip Miranda?, I asked as Roger looked up at her, signalling he wants it, to be whipped by her while while he is masturbating, something he has confided to me previously he wants to happen. His kinky side wanting to have his ass whipped while masturbating, pleasure and pain for him while I watch.

“I feel as though I am a consolation prize,” Roger told Miranda as she ran her fingertips along his erection.

“You are, though a very acceptable one with an erection that size. I want you to imagine you paid three-thousand dollars to watch me give sapphic pleasure, lesbian sex your lady while you watched, my standard afternoon fee. I usually charge an extra five-hundred for my whip. You were wonderful eye candy for me while I was having glorious sex with your lady, so I will waive my fee today.”

He was standing with his legs spread, one hand on a full length wall mirror for support, using the other hand to masturbate his thick, nine-inch erection, smeared with lube, clenching and unclenching his ass cheeks for Miranda and me, making it obvious what he wants and expects, looking at the whip in Miranda’s had, t looked like a man’s belt, cut in two neatly joined to a wooden handle.

“How many and how hard Roger,” Miranda teased as she slid and teased her black leather whip over each of his ass cheeks, while I watched on, fascinated, wondering what it would be like to feel that whip on my big ass.

“This is going to be a kinky turn for me, enjoy it for me baby,” I whispered as I tongue kissed him, the only contact our tongue tips. I could sense and feel the first lash on his ass immediately after we heard the swoosh.”

“More, harder, more, harder, more, harder,” he groaned after each lash, his ass red, as he masturbated with one hand, the other hand on the mirror for support, his ass bending lower and closer to Miranda each time.

“One more, one more, please just one more Miranda?,” he almost pleaded, I had counted eight lashes, each one harder and obviously more painful than the previous one.

“I will, just one more, tell me when you are ready,” Miranda told him standing alongside him watching him masturbating his roaring erection, with one hand. I had never seen him in such an aroused state as this, a kinky aroused state, right on the edge of orgasm.

“Ready, now, now, right now,” he screamed as the belt bit into his clenched ass at the very moment he commenced orgasming.

“We must catch up again soon Sarah and Roger,” Miranda told us she kissed both of us on her way out. My clients would be so envious of what we shared.

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The cheating finally happens. Will they divorce?

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As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-length blonde hair in pigtails, making her look even younger and cuter.

“…and the French gunnery was so poor that instead of firing a warning shot, they actually hit the bow of the Spanish ship. The unlucky cannonball struck a cask of gunpowder which set off several more. It obliterated the forward section of the ship and caused it to sink in the time taken by ten breaths, according to the only written account.”

Emily beamed with affection and pride for me, until I reached a pivotal moment of my story.

“Explorers and salvers searched over 300 years but couldn’t find the wreck. The only clue to the location was a damaged note written by a French priest who witnessed the explosion and died of disease shortly after. My brilliant wife determined the note had been translated incorrectly. Instead of the SOUTH side of the island, the battle had been on the SUNNY side. Since it happened in the morning, that meant EAST.

After our salvage team recovered more than eight tons of silver and a few thousand gold coins, I asked if I could keep the medicine bottles and medical tools that had belonged to the ship’s doctor. I intended to set them up as a museum exhibit. The other team leaders were happy to agree. I returned home and stashed the finds in a few crates in my basement. We were quite happy with the historical value of our discovery, and even happier the gold and silver earned each of us a few years’ pay.

About a year later my wife reminded me to move my ‘old junk’ out of the basement. I started sorting and evaluating the items. I noticed that the largest medicine bottle didn’t have any liquid in it. I was astounded to find it was full of EMERALDS! Nearly FORTY MILLION dollars’ worth of EMERALDS. Apparently their sawbones was a jewel thief, too.” I paused as the crowd reacted, then continued, “I’m a fair and reasonable man, so of course I gave half the gems to the rest of the salvage team. I donated five percent each to the university where I taught and the museum where I currently volunteer.”

I jokingly added, “I’m alive and intact, so I obviously gave the rest to my wife.”

I paused for a lot of laughter and concluded my talk. “Attention to detail can make all the difference. Check and re-check even the smallest things. It might lead you to a great discovery or save one from being lost. Thank you for your time.”

As Emily and I walked from the auditorium, she had a pained look on her face. She quietly said, “You talked about your wife a lot.”

“You weren’t involved with the salvage, and I couldn’t really mention my secret girlfriend if I want her to stay a secret.”

She sighed and nodded. I held her hand as we waited for a taxi. On the way she said, “Let’s go see the sights and chat about US the rest of the day. We should get some condoms on the way to the hotel, too.” She smiled and kissed my lips.

–

My son Jonathan was staying at a friend’s house over the weekend and would return home after school Monday. As we ate supper on Saturday evening, I informed Chloe of the situation. “Since you failed to win Gerald over, he’s in San Francisco cheating with some other woman. I’m so scared that I’m going to lose him!”

She looked alarmed and told me, “I tried hard! I really did! I’m so sorry!”

I felt tears on my cheeks and remembered a quote from an old friend, “When the goin’ gets tough, the non-tough go drinkin’” She’d usually say it while handing me a glass of something strong.

I smiled and told Chloe, “I’m not going to be sad and cry all weekend. I won’t do it!” I took the most expensive bottle from the wine rack and searched half the kitchen for the corkscrew. I held it up triumphantly and said, “Turn on some music. Let’s dance the sad away!”

Later we were halfway through a second bottle of wine. Chloe was sitting next to me, singing very loudly with somebody who was even more out of tune. I guess that must have been me.

She said, “I want a cigarette, but I’m too sloshed to walk.”

I pulled the fake flowers out of a vase and drunkenly said, “S’okay. I dun care anymore! Ash in the vase. Gimme one too!” I coughed through two big puffs, then got a strong nicotine rush as I began to like smoking again.

Chloe slurred her words too, as she said, “I don’t know why HIC! don’t know why he needs shomebody elsh. You’re sho purdy. Such nice hair!”

“I have no idea how he resisted you. You’re gorgeous! That nice round butt! Those big firm boobs!” I squeezed one of them to prove my point. “Anybody would be lucky to have you! Anybody!”

She held one of mine and said, “You can. I like you too.” I felt my nipples tingle a bit and a dampness start between my thighs.

I kissed her passionately and began playing with her body. It took quite a while for us to undress in our intoxicated state, but eventually we were French kissing as we fondled each other, nude on the living room sofa.

–

When Emily mentioned ‘condoms’, the reality of everything sunk in. I was actually planning to cheat on my wife! Despite Rochelle’s blatant offer not to catch me, I couldn’t sneak around and lie to her over and over. I felt terribly guilty about the few I had already told her. Did I really want to divorce her and wreck my family, just for sex?

I thought intensely and quickly as the taxi approached the restaurant. As we got out, I told Emily, “I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this. Here’s the hotel room key and some cash. I’ll text you the reservation for your return flight.”

“What? But we have a lot of chemistry and get along great! I… I think maybe I love you!”

“Sorry, Emily, but I just can’t. I love my family too much.”

–

With Chloe’s fingers in my slit and mine in hers, we started cumming. I moaned and grunted as Chloe squealed, “Reeeee!” Just then the front door opened. I pressed my clit against Chloe’s hand to intensify my orgasm as Gerald yelled, “What the HELL!”

Chloe didn’t help by saying, “But Jerry, it’s not what it looks like!”

He could see my fingers were inside her and knew damn well it was exactly what it looked like. Instead of throwing something or yelling, he fell to his knees and began to cry. “But I came back for you. I love you! How could you?”

The three of us stared at each other as I started to put my clothes on and handed Cloe a pillow to cover herself. He sniffled a lot, then kept crying as he said, “I understand why. She’s so damn beautiful! I’ll call a lawyer and start the divorce on Monday.” He turned to walk out.

I was confused and upset, and still loved my husband. I drunkenly lashed out at the one who had caused the disaster, at least in my mind. “Chloe, you worthless moron! You cost me my marriage! You couldn’t win his heart so he would stay here! Then you seduced me! You’re fired!”

Chloe stared in my eyes and yelled, “No! Get BACK here, Jerry! I am NOT fired! You two are SO STUPID! You still love each other, right?”

We nodded.

“You both think I’m sexy and you want to sleep with me, right?”

We nodded again.

“Then this is how it will be. During the day I do my job, and you two are the bosses. At night, I’M the boss. I’ll be your MISTRESS.”

She grabbed Gerald’s hair tightly, then mine. “And at night my new pets will do anything their mistress says. Right?”

I saw a bulge in the front of Gerald’s pants and was getting turned on again myself. Gerald stared into my eyes and began to nod slowly. I turned toward her and nodded too. At the same time my husband and I said, “Yes, mistress.”

She stared into my eyes. “Good. Instead of ‘Rochelle’, your new pet name is ‘Roach’. Since we wear the same size, go get me your highest pair of heels, Roach. I know my other pet ‘Germ’ likes high heels, right?”

“Yes, mistress! Very much!” He was staring at her still-wet vagina.

“What are you waiting for, Germ? Get your tongue in me!”

I drunkenly stumbled upstairs to get the shoes, as she put a fresh cigarette in her golden holder.

–

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A teacher and student get to know each other

The Student
by John Morrison

“Okay, that’s all for today, make sure you read the assignment for Monday, and bring your paper revisions.” John said, standing up at his desk. The class of college freshman quickly filed out. John was just out of grad school, and he had aspirations of being a novelist but the need to pay bills forced him into teaching, at least for now. This was freshman lit, a required class. John stood at his desk, watching students leave, there were usually questions, and he answered two quick questions as students left. Soon the class was empty except for John and Natalie. She was one of those students that had a passion, not just a bookworm. She always had something to say, and it was usually a well thought out idea. She was a tall blonde 19 year old. “Do you have any questions Natalie?” John asked.
“Oh no, I was just thinking about the end of that story.” Natalie said, sitting in the front row, wearing a black skirt and a button up white shirt, which was opened enough to show off her c-cup cleavage.
“I guess you liked it if you are thinking this much about it.”
“No actually, I was thinking about how I would do it differently, this seemed artificial.”
“Yeah a little, Thompson likes the tied-up ending.” John said, walking around to the front of his desk, and leaning against it.
“I heard your book got rejected.” Natalie said sympathetically.
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. There are a lot of publishers, it might still get picked up, and I’ll just write another one.” John said.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” Natalie said. Her face was red and flushed.
“Sure.”
“Do you find me attractive.” Natalie asked.
“Of course…That story you wrote a few weeks ago, that was true wasn’t it.” John said, referring to a short story assignment, Natalie’s was about a girl whose abusive boyfriend convinces her that she is ugly. The story was racy for a student paper.
“Yeah.” Natalie said, looking down. John walked to her desk, putting his hand on hers on the desk.
“Hey, you’re a very attractive girl, you shouldn’t worry about it.” John said, comforting.
“How’s the wife?” Natalie asked, looking up at John.
“She’s fine.”
“How’s your sex life?” Natalie asked, suddenly peering through him as though she were the teacher and he the student. John’s gut reaction was to say ‘none of your business’ but he didn’t. He stood there stunned for a moment.
“Why do you ask?”
“I’m wondering if I could do you a little favor to boost my grade.” Natalie said, sitting upright, pressing her arms together to accentuate her c-cup breasts. John was quite stunned by the proposition.
“You have an A.” John said, then wondering if he shouldn’t have said that.
“Damnit John, I’m trying to give you a little desperate student fantasy, and you aren’t working with me.”
“What makes you think I want that, or that I’m not satisfied with my sex life?”
“Oh, just a few things a girl can pick up on.” Natalie said, standing up next to John. They were roughly the same height, and she stood very close to him, her tits almost touching him. “I especially like when you get a boner while you’re lecturing and you have to sit down.”
“God, I thought I disguised it pretty well.” John said seriously. Natalie laughed.
“Haha, it’s so obvious, you get excited, and bam there it is, and you stop everything to sit down for no reason…not to mention the looks you give me.”
“I don’t stare at you.” John said defensively.
“No, not overtly. And it’s not like you’re staring at my tits either, you look me in the eyes in a way that no one ever has.” Natalie put her hands on John, feeling his chest and back. John didn’t move. “So come on Mr. Morrison, how’s your sex life.”
“Not good. Alice will only let me make love to her once a week at the most. She is never very excited about it either.” John said, then looked over his shoulder at the door, which was closed. It was the end of the day, this being a night class, and nobody was in the building except a janitor or two, but they wouldn’t get up to this floor for hours. Natalie hugged herself closer to John, wrapping her arms around him, and pressing her tits against his chest. “She won’t go down on me.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Well, it’s…I never thought I cared this much about the sex, but she won’t ever go down on me, not even on a special occasion. And I have to beg her just to go down on her.”
“Wow, that’s pretty bad.” Natalie said, pulling back to look at John face to face. “Are you bad at it, cause I could give you a lesson or two.” Natalie said, smiling widely at him.
“No, she gets off, but she just never wants to have sex, it’s like she has almost no sex drive. You know, I always thought that sex wasn’t that important, and I never thought I would ever be unfaithful or break her heart, or anyone’s for that matter, but now it seems like it’s inevitable.”
“Was she always like this?” Natalie asked, putting her right hand on John’s face, pulling his gaze from staring blankly at the wall, to her blue eyes.
“We’ve been married a year, and it’s only gotten worse.”
“Have you tried livening it up.”
“I’ve tried everything.” John said. Natalie pressed her soft lips against John’s. She had to work at it for a moment before John kissed her back. Then they made out. It was passionate for her, and surreal for him.
“Feel me.” Natalie said, pulling back from John, whose hands had been at his side the whole time. He raised up his hands to her waist, and rubbed around her waist and back. “Damnit John, grab my tits.” He did as he was told, grabbing her breasts. Up to this point he had been like a deer in headlights, not embracing the situation so much as going along with it. But after his hands grasped her breasts, he looked at her in a different way. He pulled her button up shirt apart, and her bra down, letting her tits loose, as he felt and groped her. Natalie moaned, and leaned into him, kissing him. Natalie slowly dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes on John’s the whole time. She undid his belt, and pulled his boxers down enough to get to his engorged cock. Natalie gasped as she freed his large cock. “I thought that bump was big, but fuck.” John had a pulsing thick nine inch cock. Natalie was stunned at the size of it, as it pulsed in her hand.
“Something wrong?” John asked seriously.
“It’s fucking huge.” Natalie said, grinning up at John. She then opened her mouth, and slowly moved her soft lips up against the tip of his huge erection.
“Oh god.” John moaned as Natalie started to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. Natalie sucked, licked, and stroked his big cock. It didn’t take all that long, as sex starved as he was. John was moaning quite loudly, and then he said “I’m coming,” as he blasted a load in her mouth, which Natalie sucked and swallowed. John, lightheaded, sat down in the nearest desk, with Natalie on her knees, jizz dripping from her lips, and topless, next to him.
“Been a while?” Natalie asked John nodded. Natalie walked to the door, which she locked. Natalie walked to the front of John’s desk, and leaned back against it, still barely wearing her white button up shirt and black skirt. Natalie striped all her clothes off, all except her heeled shoes, and she leaned against the desk, propping herself up with her arms, bent over, showing John her firm round 19 year old ass. “John.” She said expectantly. “I’m going to need you to do something for me.” She looked over her shoulder at him, and he stared at her sexy firm body. “I’m going to need your cock over here.” John stood, taking his pants completely off, and then walked to the desk. He stood behind Natalie, and reached around to her firm c-cup breasts, feeling them, and leaned against her, his face against her soft blonde hair. His cock came fully back to life, and he put his huge cock just at the entrance of Natalie dripping pussy. He pushed it up inside her, then fucked her hard from behind. After a few fucking strokes, Natalie, deep in pleasure, leaned completely forward, her face planted on his desk. John gripped her hips and fucked her senseless. After Natalie came twice, moaning in ecstasy, she peeled herself off the desk, and got on her knees to finish him off. He came in her mouth again. Which she was grateful for.
John leaned against the desk, breathing deeply. Natalie stood up in front of him. John was getting his clothes back in order. “I think I need something more.” Natalie said. “I’m gonna have to give you an oral exam.” Natalie hopped her cute little ass up on his desk, and spread her legs wide open. Her neatly shaved pussy was dripping, and she put her hand down there and spread herself open. “Now get down on your knees, and give me head.” Natalie said. John got down on his knees, putting his hands on her thighs. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed his face forward into her pussy. His tongue centered on her clit, as he lapped and prodded her pussy. He used two fingers to play with her, and massaged her g-spot while he licked her clit mercilessly. It didn’t take long for her to come, and squirt a little juice on him. Natalie screeched in ecstasy, and laid back on the desk, panting. John got his clothes together, and made himself presentable, whilst she recovered on the desk. He handed her her clothes and she dressed. There was an uncomfortable silence as they put themselves back together. They went to leave, and Natalie gave him a quick peck on the cheek as they walked out of the room.

*Two Years Earlier*

John walked out of class, backpack on his shoulder. This was the first week of school of his junior year. John had been single for a while, and was looking forward to the start of this semester as an opportunity to meet a new girl. This Tuesday-Thursday history class provided a girl sitting across from him by the name of Alice. Alice was a year younger than John, a quiet innocent type. She was short and had brightly dyed blue short hair. She was a short cute little thing. The kind of girl that couldn’t gain weight if she tried. John had noticed her on Tuesday, a few glances, he found her attractive, and on Thursday he made a point of giving her a few stares. After class, he walked out, and walked slowly, hoping for her to catch up to him, which she did. “Hi,” Alice said, walking next to John.
“Hi.” John said.

A few hours and a few drinks later, they were sitting on Alice’s bed in her dormroom. Her roommate Janet had been studying, sitting on her bed for a while, but had left to go to a friend’s. John and Alice had spent a great deal of time talking about all sorts of things, from their interests in music and movies to their majors and so on.
“I’m just going to come out and say it…I want to kiss you.” John said. Alice blushed. “I’ve had a few relationships, and about half of them started out with us kissing right away, and the other half had us waiting a while before we started kissing. And I’m still not sure which is better…so I’m just going to let you decide. I’m not going to initiate it. I’ve always had to, guys get screwed with having to always initiate, and get shot down, so I’m gonna make you do this.”
“Thanks.” Alice said, “Although you already told me you wanted to kiss me, so it’s not like I can get shot down.”
“I guess that’s true.”
Alice leaned across to John as they sat on her bed, and closed her eyes as their lips met. John suddenly pulled back. “Hey, I think you’ve mis-read the signs or something.” John said, which made Alice panic for a second before she realized that he was fucking with her. “Got ya.”
“Fuck you.” Alice said, grabbing John and pushing her lips against his. They started making out, and John ended up laying on top of her, as they kissed. He didn’t feel her up, content with just kissing her. He hadn’t even considered going any further, it just wasn’t his style.
“I really like you.” John said to Alice. “We’re dating now right.”
“Yeah I would say so.”
“Just checking, cause with some girls, it wouldn’t necessarily be anything more than this, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, that’s fucked up, I don’t get people like that, just out there trying to get sex.”
“I know, sex isn’t that important…are you a virgin?” John asked.
“Yeah.” Alice said. “Are you?”
“No, unfortunately. I wish I hadn’t slept with either of them.”
“Ex-girlfriends?”
“Yeah. It’s amazing how a few months after you stop seeing them you cant remember why you would want to be with them. Like, seriously, I cant fucking believe I was with either of them.”
“I know what you mean.” Alice said, her hand suddenly grabbing through John’s pants crotch at his big cock. Alice whipped his cock out, and started to give him a handjob. John stopped her, and laid her back on the bed. He laid on top of her and kissed her passionately. He kissed down her neck and stopped at her breasts, which he played with for a moment, before continuing south to her awaiting pussy. He tugged her panties off and then went to town, licking her hot wet pussy. Once she came, John laid next to her, looking at her as she recovered from the powerful orgasm. “That was amazing.” Alice said. She looked over at John with a certain longing, then she decided to give him a blowjob to return the favor. She sat up, and then saw his cock fully erect for the first time. He hadn’t gotten excited in the brief time she was stroking it earlier, but now it was ready, and erect to the full length. “Holy shit.” Alice muttered as she saw the huge cock. She got down between his knees, locking up at him, and she stroked his cock lightly, and licked the tip. She didn’t get too into it, just licking and sucking on the head of his huge cock, and stroking him. John moaned as he came, shooting cum on her face and in her mouth. Alice spit the jizz out, and stroked his cock some more, getting her hand messy. She then crawled up and laid beside John, putting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her.

*Present *

John had trouble concentrating as he drove home. First he thought about the consequences if he was caught, and worry for his job, then worry for his marriage, but soon he found himself near home and thinking of Natalie, and fucking her again. He couldn’t help but get excited. It was nearly ten o’clock when he pulled into the driveway. He walked in the front door, where he was greeted by their cat Fritz. “Alice?” He yelled in the old small house. She answered from the living room. John walked in and found her on the couch, a blanked draped over her, watching TV.
“Hi honey,” Alice said with a smile. John stood in the middle of the living room. Normal nights he would make small talk for a while and then try to negotiate her into some sex, which he was usually shot down for, and she would try to make him guilty for asking. John would then wait until they got into bed to try to get some, which also worked rarely. He stopped in his tracks this night, and refused to play that game. John walked to the couch where his wife was sitting, and leaned down to kiss her. She first welcomed it as a greeting kiss, but he kept kissing her passionately. Then he reached down and picked her up off the couch, and walked to the bedroom. “What are you doing?” Alice asked, irritated. John didn’t answer, tossing her on the bed, and was quickly on top of her. Alice went along with it, kissing him back, as he stripped her clothes off. Alice was a short cute little woman, with small perky breasts, and short hair that was currently dyed a bright red color. John quickly got her naked, and went down on her, which got her moaning and shaking. As soon as she had come, John mounted his wife, climbing on top of her, and pushing his big cock deep inside her. He fucked her slowly, but picked up the pace. She moaned loudly, and came quite loudly as he gave her another orgasm. John rolled over on the bed, putting Alice on top of him. He tried to rock her hips with his hands, but she was pretty much done, and wasn’t doing anything more. Sweating and breathing heavily, they laid there as the fucking came to a stop.
“What’s going on John?” Alice asked.
“I just want to make love to you, and you aren’t interested as usual.”
“John, how many times do we have to go through this, I’m just not that interested.”
“Can’t you at least overcome your disinterest to get me off occasionally?” He asked.
“What do you call this?”
“Come on, you barely do anything, I do all the work.”
“It’s not my fault that you’re better at giving me an orgasm than I am at reciprocating.”
“No, it’s not your fault, but you don’t try very hard either.”
“Well once I’ve come twice, I’m not big on fucking you a whole lot more. You know, I just don’t want that much sex.” Alice said. John sighed.
“It’s frustrating. I need it more than you do, and you don’t help me out.”
“I try, we do have sex don’t we.”
“You won’t go down on me, when I go down on you all the time.”
“Yeah but I don’t like going down on you, and you like going down on me.”
“It’s just…fuck.” John said frustrated.
“Sex just doesn’t matter as much to me, I’m sorry.”
“Sex doesn’t matter to you?” John asked. Alice was still on top of him, his cock still inside of her.
“Not really.”
“I fucked my student tonight.” John said.
“What!?!” Alice said, pulling back from him. “What the fuck John!”
“I’m sorry, she came on to me, and I’m not satisfied with our sex life, and for some reason, I just couldn’t say no.” Alice smacked John. “I thought sex didn’t matter to you.” John said coldly.
“That’s not what I fucking meant…And why the fuck did you tell me that.”
“I can’t lie.” John said quietly. Alice got off him, and laid down next to him. They both stared up at the dark ceiling.
“Who was it?”
“Natalie Resar.”
“How old is she?”
“19.” John said.
“Is it because she is younger than me?”
“For fucks sake.” John said, rolling over to look at Alice. “I’m not leaving you, I’m not having an affair. It was just tonight, and it just happened. I didn’t pick her, she picked me. I love you, you know that.”
“Why would you do it, what about your job?”
“I know, I fucking know. It’s just. She came onto me, and I was just shocked at first, and I wasn’t going to do anything. I was about to just get out of the situation without making her feel bad or anything. And then she asked me about our sex life, and for some reason, I just let loose and told her everything.”
“Do you love her?”
“No, I just fucked her that was it.” John said.
“Do you want to do it again?” Alice asked. John sat quietly for a moment.
“Yeah.”
“You fucking bastard.” Alice said.
“Alice, for christs sake. How’s this. You and I, are fucking great together. Just ignore sex, we are great together, almost perfect, we get each other right. I love you, you love me. But when it comes to sex, we just aren’t on the same page, it’s just not right. I want it a lot more than you do. When we have sex it’s great, it’s usually great, but it’s not enough. So what if I have sex outside of us, nothing meaningful, just fucking, that’s it, that fills the void in my sex life, and then I’ll be happier, and we can be happier.”
“What’s wrong with you.”
“God damnit Alice. I swear to you, I’ve never cheated on you before, I’ve never even seriously thought about another woman. I swear to god, I love you, and I wouldn’t ever hurt you intentionally.”
“You’re an atheist.” Alice said with disdain, rolling over.

*One Year Later*

John wrote another book and it was picked up by a small publisher. The book was fiction, but based on his own life. John had written about Alice and Natalie among other things. The publisher liked his book, but asked that he ‘flesh out’ the sex scenes to make it racier. Then they had him do readings at several colleges. He was at a small college just a few miles from home, sitting in a small auditorium that was about a fourth full of students. John was reading an excerpt from the book.

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“You’re too fucking big,” Alice shouted in anger, “Okay, your dick, it’s too big, it fucking hurts everytime, I can’t do anything with you, you split me in half you asshole, how would you like it if everytime we had sex you were sore for a week!”
“Why didn’t you say something before?” John asked calmly.
“I tried, I tried to make you be gentle, but you just wouldn’t fucking listen. It’s not that I don’t like sex, it’s just that I don’t like sex with you, you fucking animal.”
“Wait. Are you having an affair?” John asked, worriedly.
“You mean you’re allowed to fuck another woman, but I can’t fuck another guy.”
“You weren’t the one frustrated with not enough sex.”
“No, I was the one afraid of being split in half! And yes, I’ve been fucking around on you, and it opened my eyes.” Alice said, slamming the front door, and leaving. John opened the door and walked out behind her. Alice walked out to a car that was sitting in their driveway, some guy he didn’t recognize was behind the wheel. Alice got in the passenger seat and looked at John in a way that told him instantly that she was gone for good.

A few days later, John had assigned the lit class to write a story, with the stipulation that it be as realistic as possible. He collected the typed papers at the beginning of class, and then lectured, paying attention to Natalie, and the apparent lack of panties, which he could see when she spread her legs just for him, giving him a knowing glance. He had the class take a quiz at the end of class, and everyone was quiet and writing. John flipped through the pile of papers, looking for Natalie’s. He found it, and started to read it. It was about him he quickly realized. John hadn’t seen Natalie outside of class. It had been a month since they had fucked that one night, and since then they had fucked after class once, but it was rushed, and they were nearly caught. John skipped ahead in the story. ‘The man licked her wet sex, sending shivers down her body as he made her orgasm with his tongue. When they were finished they ordered room service, and once they finished eating, they fucked again, in a variety of positions, until they were both completely spent, lying in each other’s arms. “John…I want you.” “I want you too, Natalie, I want you so bad, I can’t stop thinking about you.” ’. John became aroused and looked up from the paper at Natalie, who wasn’t writing her quiz, but staring at him with a mischievous look on her sexy face. When the students finished their quizzes they put them on the desk and left. John and Natalie waited for everyone to finish, and then it was just them. Natalie sat back in her chair, putting her hand down between her legs, playing with herself, and staring at John.
“Alice left me.” John said quietly. Natalie stopped suddenly.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” She said very sympathetically. She walked over to John and stood beside him, putting her arm around him. “I’m so sorry…was it because of me?”
“Kind of…actually she said that I’m too big, and that she was having an affair.”
“Too big? Girl doesn’t have a fuckin clue.” Natalie said. “I understand if you don’t want to do anything tonight.”
“You want to see my house?” John asked.

A little while later they were in John’s bed, fucking wildly. Natalie was getting pounded doggystyle by John’s huge cock, when the bedroom door opened and Alice walked in. The fucking couple stopped, caught, but Alice wasn’t interested as she went right for the bathroom, grabbing a bunch of her stuff and throwing it in a bag, and then left as quickly as she entered. Natalie collapsed to the bed in hysterical laughter, thinking she had been caught. Natalie stopped laughing, looked up at John and said, “Now come over here and fucking cum in my mouth.” John kneeled over her face as Natalie sucked his cock, flavored by her sweet pussy juice, until john came down her throat. Afterwards they showered together, and then slept together in what was until a few hours ago John and Alice’s bed.

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John continued reading from his novel, on to non sex scenes and things that were unrelated to his life, just fabrications, this part was real though. After he finished reading, the crowd clapped, he thanked them, and then he had to sit in the lobby and sell and autograph copies of the book. A few people bought, but it was fairly slow and only took about 15 minutes before the crowd had cleared out. Then a tall young woman came up to John, he recognized her from the crowd, a gorgeous brunette with large tits, probably 22 years old. “I loved your reading, so energetic and vivid.” She said.
“Well thanks.” John said.
“I was wondering, well I am pretty sure, but I just wanted to ask you…is it true?” the woman asked.
“Is what true?” John asked.
“Did your wife leave you because you’re cock is huge?…” the woman asked, and John sat stunned, seeing the optimistic look on the woman’s face. “My name is Julia by the way.”
“Actually it is true, some parts are made up, but that is actually true.”
“And what about Stacy, what happened with her.”
“Her real name is Natalie, and she moved in with me right after that semester ended.”
“Are you still with her?” Julia asked.
“Yeah.”
“Are you staying in a hotel?” Julia asked.
“Yeah, I’m in the marriot.” John said, uneasy.
“I’d really like you to fuck me in the ass.” Julia said.

John and Julia grabbed a taxi, and were quickly back at the hotel. Once inside, John went to the bathroom and left Julia, when he came out she was naked on the bed, and quickly rushed to him, yanking his pants down, and getting his cock out of his pants. She sucked him hard and fast and deep, taking a large portion of his huge cock down her throat. Once he was fully aroused, she got on all fours on the bed, her huge tits hanging down between her arms, and her amazing round ass waiting. “Fuck me in the ass.” She said.
“Do you have any lube?” John asked.
“Just put it in me.” Julia moaned. John got up on the bed, after removing his clothes, and got down behind her. He put his cock into her dripping wet pussy, pounded her a few times, then pulled out and put his huge cock against her tight little ass. He struggled to get it inside her, and once in a little bit he pushed slowly down in her. Julia moaned deeply and loudly. “Fuck me-e-e-e-e” She moaned, pumping her ass back at him. He tried going slowly but at her insistence he was soon completely fucking the hell out of her ass, pounding her hard. She came repeatedly from the pounding his huge cock gave her tight ass. She kept asking for it, and he kept giving it to her until he finally blasted a huge load of jizz into her butt.
Spent, john sat back on the bed. Julia quickly jumped around and sucked his cock, getting every drop of sperm she possibly could. She sucked loudly, slurping his cock until it became totally aroused again, and she continued to suck him. “Fuck my tits” She said, laying back on the bed, her massive tits pressed together by her arms. John sat on her stomach, putting his huge cock between her tits, and he fucked her tits, something that he couldn’t do with Natalie, as her tits weren’t big enough. He came again, making a mess of her boobs. Quickly Julia got her clothes on and left, waddling out of the room. John would never hear from or see her again. And he didn’t mind. This was the first time John had ever had sex with a fan, something that would happen quite a bit after this.

*Two years later*

John just returned from a book reading tour, he had been gone for three weeks, at colleges around the country. “Natalie!” John said, walking in the front door. He found her in bed already. “Hey baby.” John said, sitting in bed next to her. Natalie, long straight blonde hair and c-cup breasts, always slept naked, and she was barely covered up now.
“How many fans did you fuck on this trip?” Natalie asked happily.
“Only three.” John said, implying that the number was lower than expected. “Aww, that’s it. I guess I’m just going to have to work a little harder tonight.” Natalie said. John peeled off his clothes, and then pulled the covers back to reveal the naked body of his wife. He laid down between her legs and went to work giving her slow sweet head. He spent nearly half an hour eating her out, giving her several orgasms. Then he laid down, and she mounted him, fucking him hard. They collapsed together, exhausted.

The next day was the last reading John was giving for this book, at the college in the town he lived in. He was reading from his latest book, which had come out a month ago. When he finished reading he did the selling/signing thing as always, and this was when he usually picked up a random girl, once the crowd cleared and one would approach him. It happened again. The girl was named Jenny, and she was a short red-headed girl with small tits. She was more talkative than most girls, overtly flirting. She asked John what he was doing now, and he said he was just going home, she sounded disappointed, but then he said, “You could come if you want, and you could ask me all the questions about my books that you want.

It was in the day and Natalie was at work. John took Jenny into the bedroom and fucked her like he had fucked many fans before. They usually left right afterward, but Jenny laid in bed with him afterward. “So what’s it like?”
“What’s what like?” John asked.
“Being a successful writer?” Jenny said.
“Oh, well, it’s got its perks.” John said, reaching over and grabbing Jenny’s perky tit. She giggled.
“You know, the money is pretty good, it’s fun, and I get a lot of pussy.”
“Wait…I’m not just another girl you fucked and threw away am I?” Jenny asked.
“What?” John asked.
“I mean, I thought we had something going on.”
“Oh, you think…well Jenny, you seem like a nice girl, but I’m not interested in you like that.”
“Oh you just fuck me and then leave me. You’re a fucking scumbag.”
“Wait, hold on.” John said, grabbing her arm and keeping her in bed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you or lead you on. I mean, at first, when I had fans come onto me, I didn’t do anything, but then I realized that they really just wanted to fuck me and then leave. It’s how it always goes, they always come onto me and then I fuck em and then they leave, they aren’t ever interested in me.”
“So I’m just one more slut.”
“No, I’m not…look I just didn’t think you were coming onto me like that, I thought you just wanted to fuck me and leave.”
“Well I don’t.”
“I’m married you know.”
“You’re the one that’s always writing about loving more than one person at a time. You know, how their isn’t such a thing as a soulmate and that if you are compatible with more than one person it’s stupid to limit yourself, that the world can be so much better if people just stopped putting stupid labels on everything, and stopped being so jealous and possessive.”
“Hey, I know I wrote all that, but, that’s just writing, that doesn’t mean it’ll actually work.”

Later that day, Natalie arrived home from work. She found John in the living room with Jenny. “Hey honey, Natalie Jenny, Jenny Natalie,” He made the introduction of his wife and the fan he had just fucked. “I met Jenny at the reading today, she’s a senior. Jenny and Natalie shook hands. “Jenny liked the part of Hillton Heights where you had a lesbian tryst.
“Yeah, I’m a fan of that part myself.” Natalie said, sitting next to John on the couch, Jenny was sitting next to him on the otherside.
“Yeah, well, she came to me after the reading, and we came back and fucked, and then we talked for a while, and she really wanted to meet you.” John said.
“You come through in his writing so much, I just want to meet the person all this is based on.”
“I especially like the ‘Holly’ character of me, don’t you?” Natalie said.
“Yeah, she’s great.”
“I’m going to go make some drinks, you guys want some?” John said, standing, taking the drink order he went into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later to find Jenny and Natalie making out on the couch.

The trio moved into the bedroom. The two girls, Natalie the tall blonde with medium breasts, Jenny the short redhead with small perky tits, were in a sixty nine on the bed, with Natalie on top. John got on the bed and fucked Natalie while the girls ate each other. The girls then rolled over, switching positions and John fucked Jenny. Once each girl had come several times, and they had to take a break from all the pussy eating, they pushed john down and tag-team sucked him off, giving him a blowjob and making out at the same time. John blew a huge load on both of their faces, which they used as an excuse to lick each other some more. The girls jumped into licking some more. John got out a vibrator and played with both girls, switching off as they ate each other. Once his huge cock was ready for more, he fucked each girl again, switching off. Jenny came as John pounded her pussy with his huge cock again, and then her pussy milked John into another orgasm, and the whole group collapsed into a sweaty pile on the bed.

*One Year Later*

John was asleep, and woke up to Jenny licking his huge cock to life. He played with her redhair as she sucked and slurped on his long thick pulsing cock. She sucked him and then whipped herself around into a sixtynine on top of him. John ate her out fast and hard, licking all up down and inside of her hot wet pussy, giving her an orgasm, as she sucked him. Then John picked her up, and rolled them over, climbing up on top of her, he put his wet cock against her dripping pussy lips and pushed himself deep inside of her. Eyes closed, Jenny came almost instantly as the whole thick long cock was inside of her. John fucked her slowly, working up faster and faster, giving Jenny a series of powerful orgasms, until John came deep inside of her. John laid down on top of her, their sweaty bodies mashed together. “I love you,” Jenny whispered between deep breaths.
“I love you too.” John said to Jenny.
“You think I’ll get pregnant this time?” Jenny asked optimistically.
“I hope.” John said. They laid together for a while, enjoying the warmth and closeness of each other. John eventually got up, and walked naked into the living room. Natalie was sitting on the couch, watching television.
“That was pretty loud screaming, do I need to make sure you didn’t split her in half?” Natalie asked, 8 months pregnant. John sat on the couch next to her, planted a kiss on her lips.
“Yummy.” Natalie said, tasting Jenny’s pussy. Natalie reached over and jerked John’s cock a few times. “You can still fuck my ass.” Natalie said, referring to the late stage of her pregnancy.
“I was planning on it…right after I do this.” John said, leaning into her lap, and tugging her sweat pants down, diving right into her pussy, and licking, sucking her clit.

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My name is Rachelle, but most people here know me as Star. I absolutely love it here at The Pink Pony. Being so close to Vegas it isn’t like most the strip clubs you might go to. Relaxed laws, utter privacy and over the top spectacles make this place amazing. Only top notch girls can find work here, but once you are in the money is incomparable to any other club.

One of the best attractions here is our own special brand of sexual wrestling. In it two girls go into a ring wearing almost nothing, which doesn’t usually stay on for very long, and they go at each other. But when I say “go at each other” it is a little more complex than you would think. The ultimate goal is to force the other girl to cum, but it is a fight type setting and you have to play to the crowd. So you are torn between wanting to hurt or expose a girl for the benefit of the crowd and wanting to make her feel good. Both girls get paid well for the fight but the winner of course takes home the purse. Another catch with the crowd is that at the end of the night all the guys, or girls, can place a vote for their favorite girl; you get bonuses for how much the crowd likes you. Additionally, the more a crowd likes you the more guys are going to line up and pay for your attention afterwards. So as you can see it is a bit of a tightrope, but I couldn’t think of anything I would rather be doing. There are a couple of more idiosyncrasies to the match. If a girl is pinned for a three count or forced to submit, instead of losing the match the ref instead gives a set amount of time (and possibly a toy) that the other girl has free reign with in order to try and force her to cum. This is how most of the matches are won. The last little detail is that it is broken up into timed rounds so we can catch our breath or play to crowd. It is a wild event and last Saturday was one of my favorite yet.

The DJ/announcer started it all of over the intercom, “Fellas make a warm welcome for the Princess of Pain, the Tormenting Temptress, the Beautiful Star!”

With that I was picked up and sat at shoulder level on the hands of two amazingly buff men without shirts that carried me out ringside. I was only wearing a small dark blue bikini top and matching thong. I have always thought that dark blue looked good against my slightly golden skin and platinum blonde hair. While carried out, I was waving to the howling crowd, but I was more focusing on the massive hands on my nearly bare ass. They were nice rough strong hands on the soft skin of my well worked ass. One of them had let his hand slide a bit so it was actually pressing inside my crack. I didn’t mind at all, I would have fucked either of them in a heartbeat anyway, chances are at some point I probably already had. When they sat me down by the ring I gave them both an exaggerated peck and made my way into the ring. I stepped one leg over the top rope, most girls would have trouble with this feet but being 6’ it came much easier to me. I stood for a second with the rope taut between my legs and an innocent look on my face as the crowd erupted.

The DJ then came over the loud speaker again, “Ladies and gentlemen, how give a warm welcome to the nastiest little thing in the bedroom or in the ring, Vixen!”

We didn’t really have friends here because we spent almost all our time fucking the clientele, but I knew Vixen and knew that she was as vicious as she was sexy. She was smaller than me at about 5’8” but like every girl here she was extremely fit. She was carried out in the same fashion. Her tiny black thong bikini was beautiful on her pale skin and jet black hair. As she crawled into the ring, she did a bit of stretching. First she put one leg up over a turnbuckle so her legs were split widely to the crowd as she reached for her toes. I took the opportunity to stretch also by doing a series of toe touches to try and give the crowd a good view of my ass.

The ref then joined us in the ring. Sheila, or the girl most people knew as Ebony, was a very tall, very curvy girl with the darkest skin and hair you would imagine from someone with such a name. She wore a spandex black and white striped top that was so small that her DDD tits were forced out the top fully exposing her huge hard nipples. The matching shorts she wore were driven so far up her ass they almost appeared to be a thong. Upon entering the ring, she spread her legs and began shaking her great ass violently at the crowd. After the cheers slightly died down the bell was rung and we were off.

Vixen and I locked arms at first to try and get a feel for the other’s strength. I was able to push her back just a touch when she spun behind me and grabbed me from behind. She took the opportunity to give my tits a few squeezes from behind. I didn’t try to get away while she was doing this as I know this type of thing is always good to get the crowd going. But after her brief copping a feel, she quickly jerked my top off. The bikinis they gave us were intentionally made out of a material that the strings would slide rather than tighten when pulled. I took a second to feign embarrassment at exposing my huge tits and hard pink nipples that I am in actuality very proud of.

The two of us locked up again but this time I was able to convert over to a headlock and I guided her face directly into boobs. I shook them about bludgeoning her with my secret weapons. She had nowhere to go and no way out, so instead she reached out and gripped my pussy. I loved the pressure she put on it. She was squeezing hard enough that I had to toss my head back at the pain but it still felt so god damn good. I had to release her though, because it was getting too much for me, but as we broke to make distance I felt her fingers slide hard against my crack making sure to keep hold of the tiny material that was barely covering my cunt.

It came off just as easily as the top did, and I was standing their completely naked. The crowd went nuts, and it got me very excited. But somehow I felt like I was losing having so quickly lost all my clothes while Vixen still had on everything, well by everything I mean a few inches of material covering her vitals. I thought that I must make the most of the situation and did a little more crowd play. I licked two fingers and then roughly rubbed them on my clit before I started slapping it.

I knew I wouldn’t have much time and it was only seconds before Vixen had tackled me from behind and we were rolling around on the mat. In all our tossing and turning there was groping galore. At one point I managed to position myself on top of her as if I were riding her cowgirl. I took the opportunity to grab her luscious tits and squeeze as hard as I could. When her top broke away into my hands, I continued to slap them about. I then leaned way over, driving my naked pussy high into the air, and clamped down my teeth on one of her nipples. She squirmed erratically underneath me and the instant she felt my teeth release the sensitive nipple she bucked me forward.

I’m sure she was trying to throw me off of her, but she just didn’t have the strength. I did fly forward, but only far enough that I was straddling her face. I took her hair into my hands and forced my cunt down onto her pretty little face. The crowd became a loud static cheer as I forced her to eat my pussy. I gyrated all about as she madly sucked and licked my crack. Her mouth was all over the place one second she would be sucking on my clit and the next second I wouldn’t know if she would have her tongue driven in sopping cunt or tickling my tender asshole. I did know I couldn’t let it go on much longer because she was just too fucking good. I wanted to cum in her face so bad but that would mean losing the match.

As I tried to stand she held my thighs and her face stayed attached to my pussy. She knew just how close I was. But as her grip began to break, she knew that then wasn’t the time. This didn’t stop her however, from ramming two fingers in my dripping hole a few times before I got completely free.

The bell then rang to signal the end of round one.

Now was my time to earn some crowd points, and I was actually a bit happy I was completely naked because in this bit of the game Vixen was now disadvantaged by that extra little bit of covering between her legs. We both quickly exited the ring on opposite sides and went strait for the cheering crowd.

The first guy I came to I barely even saw before I had his hair in my hands and I was forcing his face into my tits. I twisted quickly so that the heavy weight of my boobs was pulling against me as they were slapping his face.

The next guy I came to I began grinding on. My bare ass gyrated and rolled on his hardening cock. I knew I was going to leave wet stains on the front of his pants by how hard I was flowing but I didn’t mind, and I am sure he didn’t either.

Moving to the next of the almost randomly chosen guys I turned to present my ass to him. Once again I leaned over but this time I delivered a series of hard strait thrust strait into his crotch as hard as I could.

Once satisfied with the time I had given him and about knocking him over I stopped in front of him to let him have a final look before I moved on. But the guy next to him then began to spank me, and I rather liked it. I turned my ass towards him to give him a better shot and the next thing I knew he had jammed his fingers up inside my cunt. Shocked but very excited I repeated the thrusting movements while letting his fingers fuck me. Hell I would have let him stick his dick in me if it would get me top votes and a few clients that night.

With that the bell rang for us to return to the ring. I turned around and grabbed the cock of the man who hard been fingering me. It was rock hard as I roughly shook it in much the fashion that I would have delivered a hand shake. Going back to the ring I “shook” as many cocks as I could grab before crawling in.

Round Two and I was feeling very hound and horny. Vixen and I locked arms again and we were almost immediately on the ground. She was very fit but I was just a little stronger than her so I managed to work my way into laying on top of her while she was face down. I then spun around so that her meaty round ass was right in my face. I reached in between her lovely cheeks to grip the tiny thong, but not before giving her a quick pussy rub. As I ripped off the last little bit of her modesty the crowd went wild and without a second’s hesitation I drove my face between her wildly thrusting cheeks and buried my tongue in her tight pink little asshole. I loved her taste, it was some type of amalgamation between her normal body chemistry and the sweet lotions that we girls here at the pony like to use. Either way she was absolutely delicious, but she was putting up too much of a fight for me to make her cum, I couldn’t keep my tongue on her hole long enough. So I decided it was time to fight dirty.

I slid my bare ass up her back, most surely leaving a trail of my juices on her back as I moved to a seated position. I then grabbed both her legs under my arms and crouched back to bend her body in a reverse “C” type figure. This did two things for me. It gave me, and the crowd, and great view of her exposed and immobilized cunt, but it also put her into a position she would most definitely have to submit and give me the free time I wanted with her asshole. Sure enough it wasn’t long until the sexy Ebony declared that I had five minutes of free reign on her.

I left her where she lay but pushed her knees up against her huge tits, so that her nether region was entirely exposed up in the air for the crowd to see before I began to eat it. I pulled her cheeks far apart as I shoved my face in her sweet, sweet crevice. After some frantic sucking of her clit and tonguing of her slit, I found her little asshole once again I ran my tongue in circles around the tender patch and then forced it slightly within the steel tight gate. I explored the inside of her rim as much as I could given how much she was clenching. Soon I could feel her slightly rocking against me. She was starting to moan. I thought I had her.

But then Ebony blew her whistle signaling my five minutes were up. I didn’t want to stop, and I don’t think Vixen wanted me to either, but a few seconds after the whistle she quickly jerked away from me to stand before she came. Upon standing she roughly rubbed her clit in circular motions as if to kill the pain of having to stop so abruptly.

We both knew the score and we knew at any time either of us could be put over the edge. Pinning or subs were going to be the immediate goal. We locked up again but this time, she quickly slid an arm between my legs and was lifting me up by my naked twat. I was quite surprised, as even though I have always been very thin it was still shocking she could lift someone my height with such ease. Her forearm rubbed my wet cunt as I was hurled into the air and found myself resting on her shoulders. One arm was locked over my shoulder and firmly gripped my right breast while her other ran between my naked thighs and secured itself on my outer hip. Try as I might I knew I was at her mercy and it wasn’t long until Ebony awarded her five minutes of control and a giant dildo. Now by giant dildo I mean it was more of short sword equipped with handle and all. I knew I was in for a good fucking and wasn’t sure I would be able to keep my head.

She lay me down over by the edge of the ring. She pulled my legs to the outside and as I lay on my stomach they dangled below. I knew this gave the crowd a perfect view of both my holes as I lay there helpless. She whipped me a few times from outside the ring with the mammoth cock before she rammed it in my burning cunt. Oh she was so sadistically exquisite with her thrust. She was hitting so hard inside me that she was forcing me to rock with every successive jab. It hurt so much to be drilled so hard but my god did it ever feel fucking good. I bit down tightly on my lip as tears near came to my eyes. I tried to choke away the feeling that was building all over my body as it was being violated and abused for the amusements of all the onlookers. I had all but given in to the ecstasy when Ebony came to my rescue, she exclaimed that my five minutes were up and so was Round Two.

As Vixen pulled the monster cock from my aching orifice a long stream of myself trailed from the phallus. I felt the same terror that Vixen probably had after her sudden stop earlier and needed to give my pussy some immediate attention.

I ran to first guy I saw and shoved his hand into my crotch. His strong rough fingers helped to ease the neediness of my hungry hole, but they didn’t quite compare to the weapon I had just been treated with. I reached over to the guy next to him and guided his fingers to my cunt also. Before I knew it I was once again turned around, bent over and there were three guys with hands all over my ass, all in my pussy, and trying to penetrate my ass. I loved all the attention but I was still in trouble of being too close to cumming. I never want to slow the show down and being as I was still so incredibly horny, I turned to face the group and grabbed two rock hard cocks through their pants. I then told the three of them to “Take it out, and I’ll suck it.”

I dropped to my knees as I was presented with three eager cocks in my face. I took the two outer dicks in my hands and began stroking as I tried to work my mouth around the enormous head of the guy in the middle. I abused the three cocks full force; I was all geared up and I was not showing any mercy. I alternated which cock I worked my mouth on while beating the other two with each hand. Then without any warning I felt the warm jet stream of cum shooting into the back of my throat. He had gripped my hair firmly to ensure that I had nowhere to go and my eyes must have almost popped out of my head as he flooded my mouth with his wonderful but surprising nectar. I then felt another shot against my cheek, and as my hair was released I quickly moved my mouth to cover the other spewing fountain. There was a distinctly different flavor with this one, and I felt so god damned horny at the thought of what a good fucking slut I was to suck these guys off in such a short amount of time.

At that moment the bell rang for Round Three, but I wasn’t leaving here unfinished and I knew with what had just happened they wouldn’t make me. Soon Vixen was kneeling at my side licking the cum from my face where I wasn’t able to attend to the second guy soon enough. We both took turns sucking and stroking the final dick until he was about to blow, I aimed him at Vixen and she graciously opened wide as we watched the shots of semen delivered into her mouth. I then gave her a great open mouthed kiss. She pushed a bit of his cum into my mouth and we took turns playing with it on our tongues and between them until I finally swallowed.

As Vixen crawled into the ring in front of me I couldn’t help but grab and spread her sexy ass as I shook it between my hands. We never even stood up inside the ring before we were going at it. And this time it wasn’t near as reserved. Her hands went immediately for my pussy and mine for hers. I fingered her with all abandon, accepting that if I was going to cum I was going to cum and I couldn’t stop it.

But evidently, she got close first and wasn’t as willing give in to the pleasure because without warning she was trying to put me in another submission hold. She had locked her leg around mine and started to apply pressure; but as she did the most sublime of things happened.

Her dripping little fuck hole pressed up against my own. My aching cunt craved the contact of her soft yet burning pussy. I pressed hard into her and began to grind against her. Wetness was running down my thigh and my burning was getting the better of me. Both our cunts were so smooth and so sensitive, it was enough to drive me over. I felt the first wave of my orgasm start to creep up my body. But just then Vixen cried out. The unmistakable flood sensation had hit her also. I joined her cries and we were like a duet of banshees, fucking each other until we couldn’t take it any more.

Technically the match was a draw but I had to consider it a win as a whole. Not only did I get to fuck a beautiful girl, my pussy had been teased incredibly, I got to suck three cocks, feel god knows how many more, and I knew that I was about to have plenty more lined up fuck me senseless as soon as I left the ring.

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She wanted it to be the wettest Valentine’s Day her girlfriend would ever have. And Vanessa was already wet before they left the house. Shopping in public was torture…

My love for thick light skinned girls started a long time ago. My sex life with boys has been really boring. Ever since I was 15, when I started having sex and now I’m 18 I have never gotten intense sexual pleasure from a dick. My pussy gets extremely wet just by the sight of nipples protruding from a top rather than a giant dick curled in a pant.

This is one of the reasons I chose Vanessa for a partner.  We have been together for just two weeks but we’ve had the best time of our lives together. 

Today was going to be our first Valentine’s Day together and we planned to make it magical. All I fantasized about was this day! Rose petals scattered on the floor of the room and on the bed, scented candles arranged on a line to form a pathway like it was going to be a ritual – a ritual of mad love making.

I just couldn’t wait for the hour to come, Vanessa would always undress me with her eyes before her hands would even think of it. Every feel, came with such great pleasure.

We went shopping together, of course we were going to have a Valentine dinner first before the ‘main-course meal’ in the bedroom, so we both went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. 

Vanessa had her brown crochet brassiere on, the one I loved dearly because of how hot she always looked in it. The bra had the sides of  her boobs exposed and her boobs are just how I like them; perky yet soft.  Each time she bent to pick items from the cart, my eyes followed.

My pussy was wet already and I was all up in my head with Vanessa making out in my room; I had her bra on the floor, pinned her hands while laying over her. I had her nipples one after another in my mouth, bitting them gently and playing with them with my tongue while she raises her legs in pleasure, moaning and grabbing my hair. I imagined inserting two of my fingers in her pussy and making her squirt until she passed out. I was lost in my imaginations as long as I had my eyes on her. 

On our way out of the grocery store the thoughts in my head grew from mere imaginations to scenarios that must come through for my life to be complete. As Vanessa walked in front of me with her yummy ass bouncing in her skimpy black skirt, all I wanted to do was to make her squirt. I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her when she turned around, looked at me and bit her lower lip.

This made my walking uncomfortable because my pussy became so wet it dripped juice and it rolled down my thighs. I hardly ever put on  underwear and that day was just one of those days. We moved a few more steps until we were already standing by her car.

I watched her raise her boot and placed the three yellow bags from the supermarket in it and closed it. She looked at me seductively and used her index finger to call me while she walked to the drivers door of her car, opened it and then I heard the central lock open. I opened the front passenger’s door and sat in the seat.

The car was tinted so no one could see what was going on inside. Vanessa had her legs open as she sat in her seat, I could see her yellow G strings that had just a rope leaving her pussy visible.

“Inviting, Vee” I said obnoxiously as I leaned towards her to kiss her lips passionately.

Vanessa returned the kiss while holding on to her boobs, squeezing them to make her moan while her lips were still locked in mine.

“How about a pre-valentine night special?” She stopped to ask me

“In the car, right now?” Yes! Yes, please… I wish I could say it without sounding so desperate for I was already burning in desire.

Vanessa and I have made out in all the strangest places; in the bank’s toilet, the mall’s toilet and one time even in the chapel but never in a car. She reached out for the rope that held her bra together  and loosened it.

 Her boobs popped up, the sight was one I couldn’t resist. 

I reached out for her boobs and squeezed them. “Fuck you Vee! You’re a crazy bad bitch” I said after biting my lips lustfully whilst still romancing her breasts. 

She adjusted the seat in a way that enabled her to lay back. I speedily climbed over her on the drivers seat while I continued squeezing her boobs. She had her eyes closed.

 “Mmm..I want your tongue on my nipples” she said this grabbing my head and dragging it to her boobs.

 At this time my pussy juice had messed up the shorts I had on because I was extremely wet. When I finally brought my tongue to Vanessa’s boobs she went crazy, she was shaking as if she already had an orgasm. I bit her left nipple gently while I caressed the right one with my index finger and my thumb.

 It was clear she wanted this quick when she screamed.

 “Oh my goodness! I want to rub my clit.” This meant I needed to let her be in control and that’s not how I like it, I like to be in full control.

I gave way for her clitoris but not for her, but for myself. I circled her clit with my thumb while I had her nipples in my mouth and it was obvious that made her go crazy.

All she could say was “fuck..fuuuuck..fuuuuuuck..” 

After rubbing her clitoris for about two minutes she was about inserting her finger in her pussyhole to hasten the fun but again that isn’t how I like it, I like the process to take time so that the orgasm would be the crazy type. I dragged her hands away from her pussyhole to do it myself. When I inserted my index finger in her pussyhole I discovered Vanessa was even wetter than I was.

I took my hands out and seeing how juicy and sticky it was, I decided to use my mouth instead. I managed to spread her legs while I took my mouth to her pussy, she had her eyes closed so she didn’t know what was happening.

  I guess it caught her by surprise because she screamed really loudly, 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck..this is the best Valentine’s Day”  raising to a sitting position and holding her mouth to stop her from screaming louder. 

Her eyeballs were missing. I couldn’t go on with my tongue on her clits because she dragged the hair on my head like she was going to uproot them from my scalp. I inserted two of my fingers in her juicy pussyhole and gave her the fingering of her life. She was so wet that it produced the most pleasurable sound, the sound the pussy makes before squirting. It wasn’t long before hot pussy juice had covered my face from her orgasm. 

“Damnnnn youuu” she released as she began to shake and speak gibberish. 

“Thank you so much” her speech finally became clearer as she said it. It felt like I had given her the whole world. Although to people like Vanessa that’s what an orgasm is- the whole world. 

“My turn” I called out in a sweet, light voice whilst rubbing my nipples. We swapped seats quickly and I took off my shorts. It was a milky color short so the wetness was visible. I took it off and threw it to the back seat. I was ready for Vanessa to give me the whole world now. My legs were wide open, my pussy waiting for Vanessa to play with.

She went for my top first, took it off as I raised my hands to make it easier. She squeezed my boobs and I had the urge to rub my clits. I didn’t want Vanessa to pay me back the favor by rubbing my clit for me because that would make me shake the whole time. I was in shock when Vanessa reached out to the compartment behind the drivers seat and brought out a red colored vibrator. Before then I had never tried a vibrator before, I only saw it in porn videos. She brought it out and turned it on.

After squeezing my boobs and biting my nipples, she used the vibrator on my clit which left my whole thighs covered with squirts.  Vanessa dropped the vibrator at the passenger seat when I started shaking too much. She raised my right leg and placed it on her shoulder and knelt in between my left lap creating space for her to rub her clit on mine. She was a professional in the business. She paced back and fort, she started slowly but went faster when she was about to cum. 

“I’m almost there, fuck, fuck ,FUCCKkkkkkkkkk!”

 What she was doing stimulated my clits and the feeling was magical. In no time Vanessa had another orgasm.

 “Gaaaaaaaaaard.. fucking hell!” She screamed as she was shaking and riding on my clit. 

The black leather seat now had pussy juice suspended. “Look what you’ve done” she teased rubbing a finger on the seat.

We both laughed, as we picked up our clothes and put them on. 

I’d like to call this the best Valentine’s day ever!!

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“I am going to holiday at a swingers resort, I have a bucket list I want to check off, I want to be a sex object,” Catriona, one of Sarah’s girlfriends told us over coffee. Catriona is attractive to both sexes, taller than average, long blond hair with a wonderful body, super confident and a wonderful smile.

“Anything exciting you would like to tell us about?,” Sarah asked nonchalantly.

“After my recent separation I changed the look of my pubes, the Helmut Newton model look, just like yours Sarah. I want to share my new look with a new male. My priority is a young boy, half my age to provide me exquisite cunnilingus. I want to be standing with my legs spread, naked apart from my heels while another man watches and masturbates.”

“Do you think a young boy would be experienced enough to provide you exquisite cunnilingus?,” Sarah asked her voyeuristic streak aroused.

By chance, (serendipity?), one of Roger’s gym buddies, Ryan, called to drop off some equipment. Instant chemistry as we introduced him to Catriona.

I took the initiative, knowing Catriona would get a buzz listening to what I was going to tell Ryan. “Catriona recently changed the look of her pubes, the Helmut Newton model look, just like Sarah’s, you know from experience what Sarah’s look like. She wants to share her new look with a new male. Her priority is a young boy, half her age to provide her exquisite cunnilingus. She wants to be standing with her legs spread, naked apart from her heels while another man watches and masturbates.

“Sarah asked her do you think a young boy would be experienced enough to provide you exquisite cunnilingus?”

“She must have forgotten I had watched Ryan giving her exquisite cunnilingus, standing with her legs spread, naked apart from her heels while I watched and masturbated.”

Wonderful sexual tension as Sarah tongue kissed Catriona. “Ryan is half your age, would you like him to provide you exquisite cunnilingus?Tongue fuck you? I know from experience he is good, very good. Do you want to be standing, legs spread, naked apart from heels while my man and I watch?

“Would you like to borrow a pair of my heels?,” Sarah asked as they continued kissing passionately.

A few minutes later Catriona was standing, legs spread, naked as Sarah helped her step into her heels while Ryan and I admired her naked body and her incredibly sexy pubic area.

“Do you want Ryan naked while he tongue fucks you Catriona?,” Sarah asked obviously turned on by the way events were playing out, as she commenced undressing him. Just as I remember Ryan has a good toned body and he is well hung.

“So good, just what I wanted, a young boy tongue fucking me, and your kisses are a bonus Sarah.”

“Send us some emails, make a diary for us, while you are on holiday and keep us posted. Don’t hold back on the detail,” Sarah smiled her voyeuristic streak for sexual detail obvious.

“Fuck me, hard really hard, that was such turn on for me, and I know it was for you, you had an erection watching them,” Sarah told me five minutes after they departed.

A week later Catriona’s emails commenced. “I never did tell you the other items on my bucket list. Two women, two men, one of each, bi-sex, seducing a young girl. Am I being greedy? Just as you requested I will try and include lots of intimate detail for you. Hope it is turn on for both of you. And the thought of a sexual liaison with you two should be on my bucket list.

“Arrived just after lunch and went for a walking tour in my cut off shorts and low heels. Lots of bare flesh on display around the pool area. Wonderful eye candy and my libido was in overdrive. Sandra introduced herself as I sat for a rest. A curvaceous, middle age, blond baby doll, her white bikini a wonderful contrast to her tanned skin. Less than an hour later we were both naked in her room as she gave me the most wonderful lesbian sex.

“In the afterglow I told her about my bucket list. I told her I had already taken care of my first priority, a young boy, half my age to give me exquisite cunnilingus, standing with my legs spread, naked apart from my heels while my girlfriend and her man watched.

“Tell me about your other bucket list items, Sandra asked hanging on to my every word. Two women, two men, one of each, bi-sex, seducing a young girl. Am I being greedy?

“I might be able to help with some of those she told me. When she asked have you ever had a young girl?, she really piqued my interest.

“She asked if I would like to meet her man that night, when he returned after he had attended to that days business. It was a real buzz having her dress my naked body in her expensive lingerie.

“A strange feeling when he arrived at eight and gasped as he looked at Sandra and I. We were both wearing her skimpy, sexy underwear with our hands all over each other. She told her man, Larry, to join us after he showered. He must have been ten-years younger than her, thin build and I was at a loss to understand Sandra’s attraction to him.

“He retuned from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist as Sandra commenced tongue kissing me. When he dropped the towel, Sandra’s attraction to him was obvious: he had the biggest, thickest erection I had ever seen. Sandra licked and sucked my nipples while I sucked his erection. It was incredibly exciting for me as he fucked me doggy style while I gave Sandra lesbian sex.

“Instead of seducing a young girl, why not have a young girl seduce you?,” Sandra asked me. My room at two tomorrow. Heels and a short skirt. When I arrived there were three young girls, all nineteen-years old Sandra told me. One was kissing me as the other lifted my skirt and slid my thong off. You both know I love cunnilingus, a tongue fuck, standing with my legs spread with others watching. Sandra was watching and I was watching her as the third girl lifted her short skirt, slid her thong off and tongue fucked her.

“Sandra and I had a bath together after they left. She told me that was an item off her own bucket list. A talented nineteen-year old girl tongue fucking each of us as we watched each other. Guess what we did after that?”

“Send me an email Sarah or Roger, tell me something salacious about your sex life that I can entertain my new friends with.”

“Sarah and I are envious of your exciting holiday. She had asked me to arrange a young boy from my gym for our sexual pleasure on Sunday afternoon, nothing unusual for us. However this time I wanted to up the sexual tension for all of us. As I often do, when the boy arrived, I was naked under my short, black silk, dressing gown, no belt, my cock obvious as I had his full attention. Come and meet Sarah, I told him. She was topless, wearing heels and skin tight black, silk slacks as she sucked one of his fingers before she turned her back on us. I kissed her back and slowly slid my two fingers down her back until they made contact with the top of her slacks.

“The boy was rapt as he watched me very slowly slid her slacks to her knees and lick and kiss her glorious ass cheeks for his benefit before I watched him tongue fuck her. And….”

“Wow, I have added you two to my bucket list. Can I have that when I return?”

“On the Friday Sandra asked if I was still interested in having two men fuck me. She teased me by asking what my preferences would be. More teasing when she asked if she could watch. Larry had the biggest, thickest erection I had ever seen, does he have a friend?, I asked. She showed me some pics, the first pic was Sandra sucking Larry’s erection as he sat on a couch alongside a strongly build black man, with a huge cock. That’s Leroy and Gloria she told me.

“The second pic showed the same men, with the women swapped. The third pic showed Leroy sucking Larry’s cock, the fourth Larry sucking Leroy’s cock. He must be twelve-inches?, I asked naively.

“At eight that night Leroy was the center of attention for Sandra, Larry and I, he removed his shirt to show us his taut, six pack body while Larry rubbed oil over his torso and teased his nipples. He was kissing me passionately as I returned his kisses while Sandra stood behind him and removed his slacks, his large, semi-erect cock a huge turn on for me as he watched Sandra undress Larry. For the first time in my life I was teasing a huge male erection in each of my hands while the men rubbed oily hands over each other’s torsos.

“What a fuck that was, Leroy fucking me from behind, his hands on my ass, while Sandra watched as I sucked her man’s cock.

“Be home soon, can’t wait to catch up and tell you about some of the very adult entertainment. The last ten-days have been a huge learning curve for me, cunnilingus from either sex with others watching has to be my ultimate sexual pleasure.

“And you and Sarah are now number one on my bucket list. I can’t wait to very slowly slide Sarah’s tight black, silk slacks slacks to her knees and lick and kiss her glorious ass cheeks for your benefit before you watch me tongue fuck her. And….?”

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The naughty coed needs to understand her feelings for her older futa-sister before she can perform!

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Taboo Naked Performance

Chapter Three: Juliet’s Futa Taboo Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Tuesday

I was so confused.

What was wrong with me? Why did that look in my futa-sister’s eyes scare me? It was so intense. I felt like if I let her kiss me, if I let her make love to me before the rest of the cast and crew for the play, I would be lost.

Lost in what?

I shook my head. It was so much easier when I just hated my older futa-sister. When I fumed at her for ripping off my style of tight jeans and belly shirts. When I moaned in annoyance as she fucked whatever bimbo slut she brought home that night in the next room. It was easier to just despise her for seducing my friend on my birthday and spoiling the moment when I went to blow out the candles on my cake.

Why did she have to try out for Romea when I auditioned for Juliet?

Why did that dumb Letizia have to go and break her leg? She was the futa that was supposed to make love to me in the play. On Friday, my college’s production of Romea and Juliet opened. The classic love story brought to life. I was so eager to have sex before the audience, to let them see my passion as Letizia made me cum.

Now my futa-sister played Romea and it was all screwed up.

“Xochitl?” a concerned voice asked.

I looked up to see my drama professor coming closer. Ms. Tyrell was a White futa with short, black hair that framed her cute face. She was a tall futa, a big smile on lush lips. She came up to me cautiously, her eyes hardly falling on my naked breasts.

I had to go naked this week for the Program. I was trying to enjoy it, having all the sex I could while everyone watched, but my futa-sister was ruining it. Isidora also was chosen, and she was having just as much sex as me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “I thought you had this sorted out?”

“Me, too,” I said. “My sister and I had sex last night.” I shuddered at that incestuous menage. Our mother set it up. To prove to me that Isidora was a great lover, they had sex before my eyes. They made love. It was hot. Before I knew it, I was eating Mom’s cum-filled pussy out and Isidora was devouring my twat. “I… I enjoyed it. I thought I got over my hangup and…”

“And what,” Ms. Tyrell asked. “You had a panic attack when Isidora went to kiss you. I don’t want to cause you distress. I promise you, in the next play, I’ll cast you in the lead and won’t let your futa-sister audition for your love interest or anything.”

I chewed my lip.

“But it’s clear you can’t play Juliet.” She stroked my arms. “I’m sorry if I pushed you into this.”

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t get it. I’m not shy. I’ve been having sex with everyone, but then I felt all these eyes on me, and…” I bit my lip. “I don’t know, I just felt like I was about to make a decision that would change my life forever.”

“By having sex with your futa-sister?” Ms. Tyrell asked, a slight tinge of skepticism in her voice.

“Yeah,” I said, shifting. I felt suddenly defensive. “What’s so weird about that?”

“For such a progressive girl that enjoys multiple partners…” Ms. Tyrell frowned. She cupped my chin, staring into my eyes.

“What?” I asked her.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s really not my business. Are you okay? I have to get back to rehearsal.”

“Not going to have sex with me to calm me down?” I muttered, my pussy on fire. Maybe I just needed a hard futa-D reaming my pussy. “Don’t want to slam my dick into me and enjoy my hot concha?”

“Tempting,” she said. “But, sadly, against the college’s rules. Unless you want to start dating me. We could use the Stacie-clause and have all the fun we want.”

“I’m not dating no one,” I said. “I want to enjoy all the futa-putas I can. There are too many girl-dicks out there to tie to one.”

“Right,” she said, that skepticism returning. “Well, I have to get back to the rehearsal. You don’t have to come any longer. You can go back to your sixth-period class. I won’t let you watch your futa-sister make love to Meaghan.”

“Yeah, she’s eager for it,” I muttered. Probably wanted to get back at Stacie. Meaghan’s ex had cheated on her the week before with the swim coach, a hot futa, a Hispanic beauty like me.

Ms. Tyrell leaned in to kiss me and… I turned my head, letting her plant one on my cheek instead. She sighed and sauntered off. I really, really didn’t want to go back to my last class. This week, because of the play’s rehearsal, I didn’t have to attend English Class taught by Ms. Rowbottom but could have fun getting ready for the play. That was the plan.

“Isidora is such a pendeja!” Anger rippled through me, driving back that fear. I didn’t want to go to class. Shouldn’t have to. Technically, I was still in the play. Meaghan might be playing Juliet, but that made me her understudy. I could at least hang out with the others and maybe make fun of Isidora’s form.

Yeah, that sounded great.

I whirled around and marched back. I wasn’t afraid of anything. I was Xochitl Estevez. I had the blood of Aztec warriors brimming in my veins. It was why futa-mother named me Xochitl, not a Spanish name, but one that embraced our ancient heritage. I marched ahead, my naked, large tits bouncing. I was unashamed of my hot bod.

Maybe I’d pass fuck Christina Beck. She was playing Mercutia. She was cute. As Isidora practiced the love scene with Meaghan, I could show up my futa-sister. I would be a better fuck than Meaghan, too. I loved my plan.

I reached the auditorium and headed backstage, my bare feet painted-black, wooden floor. I heard the conversation. Everyone was on stage, gathered around the bed. They all wanted to watch the fucking. I smiled, spotting Meaghan naked now. She’d gone through the Program right before Winter Break, so she wasn’t shy.

She had brassy hair that fell in a short bob about her cute face. She had that White girl paleness that so many futas found attractive, but I thought my golden-brown flesh was hotter. She had round tits topped by puffy, dusky-pink nipples.

She didn’t have my huge breasts. I squeezed my boobs as I came up alongside Christina, eager to fuck the futa. She glanced at me, blinking in shock. I winked at her. I was about to slide my hand down and cup her ass when Isidora slid onto the bed.

My futa-sister had the same shade of golden-brown flesh as me, though her body was slender, her breasts small little titties. Her futa-dick thrust out hard from the shaved folds of her bush, twitching and throbbing as she placed a hand on Meaghan’s thigh.

As my futa-sister shifted into place, Isidora’s eyes fell on me. She stiffened for a moment. Her brow furrowed then a tightness set in her jaw. Of course, she was acting hurt and miffed because I wouldn’t have sex with her.

Such a futa-bitch.

She turned to Meaghan and I squirmed. This strange, yawning pit opened in my stomach. That same fear I felt when I stared into my futa-sister’s eyes opened. I could feel that decision before me that darkness I could leap into. It was scary. I didn’t know what was down there. What I would find if I surrendered to… to…

What?

What were these emotions spilling through me?

“’What light through yonder window breaks,’” my futa-sister spoke, her voice breathy.

Realization struck me. As Isidora leaned down to kiss Meaghan after delivering those powerful, poetic, beautiful lines, a welter of fear rippled through me. I could feel that abyss slamming shut. I had been afraid to jump in it, and now it was about to be too late for me to take the plunge.

Their lips came closer and closer together. Meaghan’s pale hand cupped Isidora’s breast, squeezing and kneading. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as this cold sweep of fear and excitement swept through me.

My emotions boiled through me, and it was all so clear to me. Why I was always so angry with her. Why I hated seeing her with other girls. Why I was afraid of surrendering myself to her.

I loved my futa-sister.

I didn’t feel jealous last night when I watched her with our mother because they were family. It was safe. Mom wasn’t trying to steal Isidora from me, but help me understand my heart. And what scared me was if I could trust Isidora to love me back.

After all, my futa-sister had fucked so many different girls, but never the same one twice.

“No!” I shouted and then rushed forward. “I’m your Juliet, Romea!”

Isidora jerked her lips back from Meagan’s mouth. My futa-sister turned to stare at me in shock as I burst from the crowd. Before, all their eyes on me terrified me. Not because I didn’t want the world to see me share my incestuous passion for my futa-sister, but because I didn’t want them to witness her rejection.

I couldn’t hold back now. I had to take that leap.

Isidora rolled onto her back, sitting up on elbows. Meaghan gave me such a venomous look as I leaped onto the bed. It was covered by a single, white sheet. I bounced on it, tits heaving as I settled between my futa-sister’s spread thighs.

“I’m your Juliet!” I said, staring into her eyes. Then I switched to our native tongue, Spanish. “I’m your Juliet, idiot. You can’t say those words to anyone else but me!”

“You’re the one who ran out of here,” Isidora protested. “You rejected me.”

“Because you didn’t say the words.” I slid my hands up her thighs. “You didn’t declare it last night. You should have. When you were in me. When we were staring into each other’s eyes. I felt it. I felt your passion so strong it scared me. I needed you to be the futa and—”

She bolted up, seized my arms, and kissed me hard. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I shuddered against my futa-sister, feeling the strength of her passion. Tears spilled out of my eyes as this joy burst through me. I’d been so jealous I’d fucked every futa I could, trying to prove to myself that I didn’t care about Isidora.

That I could just be a slut like her.

But it wasn’t what I wanted. How long had I loved my futa-sister? Since we were children? When I used to follow her around with a doll tucked beneath my arms wanting to play family with her. When I pretended to be her wife and bear her babies.

My short, brown hair swayed about me as she pulled me down to the bed. Meaghan, hissing in disgust, rolled off while everyone else watched. They said words, but I couldn’t understand them over the pounding heat pumping through my veins.

My heart filled me to the brim with such passion. I groaned as my futa-sister rolled me onto my back. My large breasts piled into two lush mounds. Her firm titties pressed into mine as she kissed me. I held her tight, our tongues dancing.

She broke the kiss. “I love you, my beautiful sister.”

“Say it in English,” I moaned, feeling all those eyes. “Let them know.”

“I love my sexy Juliet!” she moaned. “My beautiful sister.”

“I love you!”

More tears spilled down my cheeks as she darted her head down and kissed me. Her lips sealed on mine. I hugged her tight, her hard nipples brushing mine. Pleasure burst from that wicked contact. Incestuous delight flowed through me. It was a heady rush. I groaned, shuddering on the bed. We groaned and shuddered on the bed. It was a treat to experience.

My tongue danced with hers. It dueled and teased her. I shuddered, my lips tasting her delicious passion. She trembled against me. She loved me with such passion. Our incestuous delight made me so happy I was thrilled we could share such passion with each other. That we could revel in such wondrous delight.

My futa-sister broke the kiss. She smiled down at me. “You really love me?”

“Madre de Diosa, yes. Even if you can be a pendeja.”

She smiled. “I tried to tell you, but I could never say it. I was always afraid you’d hate me.”

“I did hate you. Fucking all those girls…”

She smiled. “I was just trying to make you jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” I gave her a sly grin. “And it had nothing to do with getting your big dick wet in all their juicy twats, futa-puta.”

She winked. “Think of it as practice for making love to you.”

“Show me,” I moaned. “I want everyone to watch mi futa-hermana perversa make love to my body.”

Moans rippled from the watching crowd. I noticed Ms. Tyrell was rubbing her futa-cock through her skirt. She looked around, her face twisting. I bet she was looking for an excuse to fuck one of the girls.

I didn’t care. My futa-sister was kissing down my neck to my collarbone. Her hands stroked me. She touched my flesh, caressing me in such wicked places. I groaned, my body trembling. This heat rippled through me. My pussy clenched. Dizzying passion danced inside of me at her ever touch.

This incestuous rush shot through me as she nuzzled down to my breasts. She squeezed my big tits into her face, rubbing back and forth. Her black hair spilled over my boobs. I shuddered at the silky touch. It made me whimper and groan. She brushed my nipples, sending tingles rippling through my body.

“’What light,’” she quoted. “’through yonder window breaks. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.’”

I shuddered at the poetic words. My body trembled as she climbed up and up my tit. She nuzzled and sucked as she went higher and higher. I panted as her tongue flicked out and darted around my areola. This pleasure surged through me. My body trembled on the bed. I whimpered and groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her tongue spiraled into my areola. She flicked across it, bringing squeaking moans to my lips. My head tossed back and forth, catching glimpse of our fellow performers around us, moving in, looking hot and breathy as they witnessed our incestuous passion.

“Isidora!” I squealed as she sucked on my nipple. “¡Mierda! ¡Madre de Diosa!”

She winked at me as she sucked on my nipple. She loved my nub with her wicked touch. She was so good at it. Incredible. I groaned, tossing my head from side to side as she delivered such pleasure to me. I groaned and whimpered, my thighs rubbing together. Pleasure surged through me, a wicked passion that would have me crying out in bliss.

I panted and groaned, writhing on the bed as the pleasure surged through me. I bit my lower lip, groaning and shuddering at the passion dancing inside of me. I groaned, savoring this rapture. It was an incredible delight.

I panted and groaned, my head tossing back and forth. I held her to my nipple, my fingers running through her black hair. She sucked with such hunger, feasting on me and making me gasp. She loved my nipple.

“Damn, look at her go,” someone whispered.

“Xochitl looks like she’s in heaven.”

“Trust me, Isidora knows what she’s doing.”

“It’s so sweet that she’s loving her little sister.”

“I know.”

“I’m so hard!”

“So wet!”

Their excitement had me shuddering.

“Isidora!” I panted. “Mmm, mi futa-hermana perversa, that’s so hot. ¡Madre de Diosa! You’re making my nipple throb.”

My pussy was on fire. My thighs rubbed together as she squeezed and kneaded my tits. My hands stroked her sides, caressing her smooth skin, the same shade as my own. I loved the feel of her. I reveled in stroking up and down her flesh. It was incredible. I was so glad we were related.

“Isidora, yes! You’re such a futa-puta! You love my nipple.”

She popped her mouth off my nub, leaving the brown nipple glistening. “They’re so suckable, mi hermosa hermana.”

I shuddered as she engulfed my other nipple. “Oh, you just like big boobs!”

She sucked hard, moaning in answer.

I trembled, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My hands slid down her sides to cup her small breasts. They were little handfuls. The perfect size for me to cup. I squeezed and kneaded them, loving the feel of them in my grip.

I felt so wicked as I played with her tits. My thumbs swept out, massaging across her breasts and brushing her nubs. She moaned in delight, her passion echoing around the stage, mixing with the heavy breathing of our audience. Clothing rustled.

Girls and futas masturbated.

“Mmm, we’re turning them on with our hot passion, mi futa-hermana perversa,” I purred.

Isidora popped her mouth off my nipple. “Mmm, when you got such ample tits, why wouldn’t they look.”

My hand squeezed her tits as I moaned, “And you have that big dick. All those White girls love Latina futa-cocks, don’t they?”

She winked at me. “You were enjoying all those White futas’ dicks.”

I gave a wicked giggle. “Just to prove I was as wild as you. Now I want that big, Latina futa-dick in me.”

“Mmm, and I want to enjoy some spicy, Latina pussy.” She slid down my body. “Remember how I ate you out last night.”

“¡Mierda! Yes, I do. Go and feast on my tasty clam. Eat me. Madre de Diosa, I want to cum on your lips. I love you, Isidora.”

“Love you, mi hermosa hermana!”

She kissed down my stomach while the watching girls sighed in envious delight. They were gushing even as they masturbated themselves. I loved it, reveling in the passion as my futa-sister kissed lower and lower. Her tongue licked out, flicking through my flesh.

I shuddered, squirming on the bed, loving every moment of this kinky pleasure. My heart hammered in my chest. I whimpered, my pussy grown so juicy. My heart beat with such intensity as I tossed my head back and forth.

It was glorious.

A wonderful treat.

I giggled as she kissed across my stomach, my heart beating faster and faster. She flicked her tongue around my bellybutton. I smiled as she swirled it around in my little divot. I gasped and giggled, my head tossing back and forth.

“Why did we have to be such idiots?” I asked my futa-sister in Spanish.

She lifted her head. “I’ve never been an idiot. You were the blind one.”

“Yes!” I shuddered. “Eat my pussy. Make me cum! We have so much to make up for, mi futa-hermana perversa!”

She winked at me.

I groaned as she nuzzled into my bush. Her lips pressed into my black curls. Her head shifted from side to side. Her nose vanished into the forest as she went lower. I groaned as she reached the top of my folds, kissing my outer labia before nibbling up my clitoral hood and finding that special place.

“¡Madre de Diosa!” I howled as she sucked on my clit.

The pants and moans grew louder as futas and girls masturbated. Hands stroked up girl-dicks or fingered juicy twats. I shuddered, the world outside the bed seeming to spin as I writhed. My futa-sister sent such wicked passion surging through me. I shuddered, my heart hammering in my chest.

Incestuous delight fluttered through me. My toes curled and relaxed as this hot bliss surged through my system. It was wild. The best thing in the world. I couldn’t believe it. I felt so dizzy from this amazing bliss.

It was incredible.

“Isidora, yes!” I moaned, my heart beating with love and passion. Surrendering into the darkness, throwing myself into the abyss and hoping to be caught was worth it. I was glad I took the plunge.

Isidora’s tongue fluttered around my clit. She nuzzled and loved my pussy. I thrashed on the rehearsal bed, my dark hair sweeping about my face. My large tits heaved. Pleasure surged through my nineteen-year-old body.

I loved it. My futa-sister did such wicked things to me. She drove me wild with forbidden pleasure. Her tongue dived into my pussy. She swirled around inside of me. She teased me. I bucked into her, my head tossing back and forth.

“Mi futa-hermana perversa, you’re going to make me cum!” I moaned.

“Make her cum!” whimpered a watcher, voice throaty.

“Cum on your futa-sister’s mouth!”

“Damn, incest is so hot.”

“Yes!”

“So hot,” groaned Ms. Tyrell, her hand stroking her futa-cock. The professor licked her lips, eyes glossy with passion.

My body shuddered. My orgasm swelled faster and faster. Having everyone witness our love was amazing. I never wanted this to stop. I squeezed my thighs tight around my futa-sister’s face, holding her to my twat.

I shuddered as she licked and lapped. Her tongue darted up to my clit again. Her lips sucked it as her thumb popped into my pussy. I felt the fat digit slide into my depths while her finger found my asshole.

“Isidora!” I groaned as she worked a digit out of each of my holes. “Oh, wow, that’s naughty. ¡Mierda! I love it. Love you!”

Isidora winked at me. Then my futa-sister sucked harder on my clit. I gasped as the pleasure built my orgasm. I was so close to the bliss surging through me. I ached for that moment. I humped against her mouth, my big boobs jiggling.

Her fingers plunged in and out of my two holes. My asshole and pussy clenched down on both, the dual stimulation mixing with the delight coming from her lips on my clit. She sucked with such hunger. She drove me wild. My head tossed back and forth. I whimpered and groaned. I bucked into her. This amazing treat surged through my body.

I gasped and moaned. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure rippled through my flesh. I groaned at the hot feel. My eyes squeezed shut. The heat surged through me. I whimpered, bucking on the rehearsal bed, reveling in this bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Madre de Diosa, you’re good. I’m going to cum! ¡Mierda!”

She nipped my clit.

My futa-sister made me explode.

I gasped and bucked as the incestuous pleasure surged through my body. It rippled out of my pussy and swept through my nerves. I bucked, my pussy and asshole convulsing around her fingers. Juices gushed out.

“Mmm, Xochitl,” she groaned. “Love it.”

“Yes, yes, you love my pussy cream, mi futa-hermana perversa! You savor it.”

“I do,” she groaned and then sucked on my futa-clit.

I gasped out in delight. My head tossed back and forth at the rush of bliss surging through me. I groaned, squeezing my thighs tight about her head as I rode through the wonderful bliss. My futa-sister licked up my twat, gathering my cream.

I wanted her cream in me.

“Fuck me, Isidora!” I moaned. “I want you plowing into my concha! I want your futa-cum in me. That delicious, creamy milk! Fill me with it!”

“Yes!” she moaned and rose. She ripped her fingers out of my holes. Her small breasts quivered before her. Her thick girl-dick bobbed and swayed. Such a wonderful movement to watch. I smiled at the sight of her dick and bit my lower lip. It was incredible to see her shaft. “You are hung.”

“Mmm, and you’re stacked,” she said.

“I know you love big boobies!” I moaned, squeezing mine.

“Yep.” She winked at me. “Big tits are just the best, aren’t they?”

I shuddered and shook them at her. “Come on and fuck me. You can play with my big boobies while you do. I just need my hung futa-sister’s dick in me!”

“Yes, yes, fuck her!” Ms. Tyrell moaned, flogging her cock.

“Pound her, Isidora!”

“Make your little sister cum on that big dick!”

“Yes!”

Isidora mounted me. My futa-sister’s big cock nuzzled into my pussy. The incestuous contact sent such a wild thrill through me. I groaned as I stared up at her. My heart pounded in my chest. That wonderful thudding made me shiver. I was so ready to have this fun. To get wild and naughty with my futa-sister.

It would be perfect.

Incredible with everyone watching.

I groaned as my futa-sister thrust into me. She rammed her girl-dick deep into me. My pussy welcomed her amazing girl-cock into my depths. I reveled in her filling me up. It was like we were made for each other.

In a way, we were. We were sisters.

“Isidora, I love you!” I moaned.

“Mi amor,” she purred as she leaned down, pressing her small breasts into my big tits. Her little titties felt so wonderful against mine. I shuddered, my pussy squeezing down on hers. A hot shiver ran through me. I grinned at her, wiggling my hips, eager for her girl-cum to pump into me. That would be so hot.

Such a wicked treat.

She drew back her hips and then plunged into my twat. That wonderful thrust filled me to the brim. I gasped, my fingernails biting into her flesh. Pleasure rippled out of me as my cunt squeezed down on her big futa-dick.

She pumped away at me. She thrust hard and fast. She buried to the hilt in my girl-dick. It was an incredible thrill. An amazing treat. I groaned in delight. My head tossed back and forth. I squeezed my pussy around her. It was incredible. I loved it.

Our flesh merged together.

“¡Mi futa-hermana perversa!” I cried out as she thrust in and out of me. My pussy clenched down on her. “Yes, yes, fuck me! Make me cum in front of everyone!”

“You’re going to milk my cock dry, mi amor,” Isidora groaned. My futa-sister grinned at me, her dark eyes burning. Her black hair fell about us as she thrust into my twat. She churned me up. “You’re going to love my cum firing into you.”

“Give me your futa-leche!” I howled. “Fill me with it. I want it in me.”

“Goddess, yes, fill her, Isidora!”

“I wish I had a futa-sister!”

“That’s so beautiful! I’m posting this on Instagram! Incestuous love!” A bright flash dazzled my eyes from my right.

I shuddered, wanting everyone to know I loved my futa-sister. My thighs clutched to her hips. My arms wrapped around her neck. I pulled her down for a kiss. Her lips melted against mine. I reveled in the taste of my tart juices.

They were incredible.

A treat to enjoy. I groaned into the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers. It was such a treat to enjoy. This wonderful delight. It was incredible. I squeezed my eyes shut. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me with my futa-sister’s every thrust. Her clit-dick reamed my pussy.

Stimulated me.

It was amazing to make love to my futa-sister. A treat. The pleasure surged through me. I gasped and moaned, my head dizzy with delight. This wondrous bliss burned through me. I humped against her thrusts, grinding my clit into her pubic bone, sparks flaring.

The incestuous heat built and built between us while the moans around us built and built. Someone gasped out in rapture, orgasming to the sight of our forbidden love. Only it wasn’t forbidden any longer. It was legal.

I kissed Isidora hard, celebrating this moment.

The bed creaked and moaned beneath me. I humped against her, my pussy squeezing down around her thrusting girl-cock. It was an incredible treat. A wonderful delight to enjoy. My head felt dizzy with rapture. This amazing passion that built and built in me.

My fingers slid down my futa-sister’s back. I caressed her as she drove her clit-dick over and over into my juicy pussy. My orgasm built and built, a massive celebration of this moment. My nipples kissed against hers while our tongues dueled and danced.

“Oh, yes, yes!” gasped a futa. “I’m cumming hard!”

“Ooh, yes, that’s hot! Just a little more!”

“I need a cock in me right now!” howled Meaghan.

“I have you, Meaghan!” Ms. Tyrell said. “I’ll calm you down so you can practice!”

I broke the kiss to giggle, glancing over to see the futa-professor pouncing on Meaghan. In moments, Ms. Tyrell had the senior girl bent over a piece of fake set. The professor rammed hard into the student. Meaghan howled as the futa-professor fucked her, pounding her hard, reveling in her coed twat.

“Damn,” I moaned as Isidora plowed into me.

“Yeah,” she moaned. “Ms. Tyrell is a perv.”

“And you’re not,” I asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

She grinned as she thrust her girl-dick into me. Her hands slid beneath my rump, gripping both my butt-cheeks. “Mmm, you liked it when I fingered your asshole, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” I moaned, my pussy squeezing around my futa-sister delicious cock. “I’m a big perv, too.”

“¡Mi amor!” panted Isidora.

She kissed me as she drove her girl-dick hard into me. Our breasts rubbed together as my fingers found her ass. I gripped her rump and wondered how she’d like a finger up her asshole. A wicked tingle ran through me.

I slid my fingers between the cheeks of her butt and fond her rectum. My futa-sister kissed me with hunger, thrusting her girl-dick hard and deep into me. I groaned and trembled beneath her, loving every moment of her hard thrusts.

It was my turn.

She moaned into my kiss as I penetrated her asshole.

Her tight, hot asshole gripped my finger. I pumped it in and out of her bowels with the same vigor that she plundered my pussy. Her girl-dick buried deep into my twat while my digit reached as far as I could go into her velvety ass.

Her flesh gripped my digit while my pussy clung to her thick futa-dick. I whimpered and moaned, kissing her with passion as the pleasure swelled and swelled in me. My clit throbbed, drinking in the impact of her crotch on every plunge while her cock did such naughty things to my pussy.

She made me shudder.

“Yes, yes, pound my twat, Ms. Tyrell!” Meaghan moaned. “Oh, goddess, yes! I haven’t had a cock in me all weekend! Fuck you, Stacie Ward!”

I broke the kiss with Isidora and moaned, “I’d rather fuck you than Stacie.”

She smiled at me, emotion shining into her eyes. I saw that heady sight, the intensity that had scared me before. Now I welcomed falling into her gaze. I reveled in it, knowing what it meant. That she loved me.

I loved my futa-sister. I wanted to share incestuous passion with her. I wanted to do such naughty things with her. I pressed my forehead against her, my pussy burning. I came closer and closer to my eruption.

“Cum in me,” I whispered. “Spurt that jizz into me and make me erupt.”

“Yes!” she groaned, thrusting harder, her asshole clenching on my finger. “I’m almost there, mi hermosa hermana.”

I smiled at her. “Mi futa-hermana perversa.”

She kissed me hard. Our tongues dueled as she thrust her futa-dick into my bowels. She buried to the hilt in me. This amazing rush of delight shot through my body. I groaned, my pussy clenching, drinking in friction.

Her cum erupted.

Hot futa-jizz flooded my pussy. I squealed into her mouth, our tongues dueling as that first spurt of spunk splashed against my cervix. The heats swelled through me. It reached my burgeoning orgasm. That last bit I needed.

I joined my futa-sister in rapture.

My pussy convulsed around her erupting futa-cock. I bucked and thrashed beneath her. My thighs held her tight. My fingernails scratched at her back as I trembled on the bed beneath her. Spurt after heavenly spurt of her cum fired into my twat. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure screamed through my body.

It was amazing. The best.

I reveled in it. Wave after dizzying wave of rapture shot through me. My pussy milked her futa-dick. I trembled, clinging to her. My tongue danced through her mouth. I kissed her with passion. My thighs gripped her as the ecstasy burned through me.

The incestuous passion carried me to this wonderful height. It was like no orgasm I had ever had. Better than any other gasping delight on a futa-dicks. Than any shuddering whimper on a licking mouth. This was different than any other climax I had experienced.

This was pleasure I shared with my futa-sister. The person I loved.

I broke the kiss, my twat milking out the last of her cum, to moan, “I love you.”

Her nose nuzzled into mine. Her eyes stared into me with such hunger in them. “Mmm, I love you, too. Xochitl… Mi amor… I don’t want to be apart from you. I want it all.”

“You better not be writing checks your ass can’t cash,” I told her. “I’ll hold you to that. Me and you.”

She winked at me.

Just as she leaned down to kiss me, Meagan screamed her pretty, little head off. “Yes, yes, yes, Ms. Tyrell! Cum in me! Give me all that jizz!”

“Wow, she is a screamer,” I whispered. “Juliet shouldn’t howl her head off like that.”

“No, Juliet should be a cute and sexy Latina with big boobs,” Isidora said.

“And full of her futa-sister’s cum?” I asked, winking at her.

She kissed me hard. Such joy shuddered through me. I was so eager for Friday night.

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Friday

“Sorry, Shelena, these holes are closed,” had been the first words I had to utter Wednesday morning. The Black futa-quarterback had come sniffing around to fuck me, but I was a one-woman futa.

“Can’t stop me from doing this!” she’d growled and thrust her hands between my thighs. She rubbed at them and then frowned. “You’re really wet.”

“My futa-sister fucked me before we came to school,” I’d answered.

Shelena had jerked her had away then wiped the jizz off on a passing futa’s backpack. I had giggled at her reactions. Other futas had to be taught that my pussy was closed to their dicks. Yes, they could touch me—I was in the Program, after all—but they couldn’t do much more than rub my pussy or grope my big boobies. They made me horny, luckily I had my futa-sister to satiate me during the lunch break. She fucked me hard on the table Wednesday, Thursday, and earlier today.

I screamed my head off for the entire student body to hear.

It was hard being monogamous, but we were both doing it. We both had found what we needed by going naked, so we didn’t need any others. I didn’t ask for relief most classes, though the few times I did it was all self-love, and I certainly didn’t ride any other futa-cock than the one my futa-sister wielded.

At home, Mom and Futa-Mom were both so happy with us. Things were a little different now. I mean, they were family. Mom and Futa-Mom liked to watch each other and, well, Isidora and I liked to be watched. Futa-Mom had a nice cock and it was hot having Mom lick me clean afterward. Of course, I licked her clean after Isidora finished.

I still had my suspicions that President McTaggart had “arranged” to have my futa-sister and me naked at the same time. It was too much of a coincidence. She did choose the two leading candidates for homecoming queen to go naked the week leading up to the vote. She was a devious futa.

I loved it.

Now it was Friday night, time for the big play. I had gone home after classes, eaten a nervous dinner, and now was back. Our parents drove us, dropping us off out front before they went to park. Isidora and I slipped out into the cold, holding hands, the air puffing before us.

“You two are going to be amazing,” Mom squealed out the open door. She had her phone out. “I’m going to record everything.”

“Really make your sister cum, Isidora,” Futa-Mom said, a big smile on her plump lips, her short, black hair falling about her mature face.

“Oh, Mother of Goddess, you two are so embarrassing,” I said, my cheeks burning. “Of course she’s going to make me cum. She’s good at it.”

“Oh, we know,” Mom said, winking.

I giggled and Isidora took my arm.

Lola Lovell had her Purity Club out, protesting the play for featuring sex in it. They were a bunch of prudes. They held their signs and were ignored by everyone. Lola stood on her soapbox, crying out at all of us.

I rolled my eyes. Lola needed to get her cherry popped and relax. Shame Isidora was taken. Lola would have to find another cock.

Since we were in the play, we didn’t stream into the front of the school like everyone else was. Holding her arm, my cheeks burning from the January chill, I strolled with my futa-sister, my lover, around to the back.

Just out of sight, we heard gasping and moaning and found Shelena ass-fucking this Hispanic freshman against the side of the building. They were in the shadows, half-hidden. They were both crying out in passion, their clothes adjusted just enough for the Black futa’s cock to vanish between the girl’s butt-cheeks.

“Damn, I love fucking your asshole!” panted Shelena.

“Hurry up and cum before we’re caught!” whimpered the girl. “¡Madre de Diosa!”

“You gonna cum?” groaned Shelena, pounding the Hispanic freshman harder.

“Yes!” she moaned.

I wanted to watch, but my futa-sister pulled me away. “Let them have their privacy,” she whispered. “Not every girl’s an exhibitionist like you.”

I grinned at my futa-sister. “Everyone’s going to watch you make me cum. I can’t wait.”

“Me either.”

I snuggled back against her and we kept walking down the salted sidewalk. The grass had a shimmer of frost over it. My coat rustled and my tights clung to my thighs. Even though it was nippy, I had a warmth bubbling through me.

The cold made it more important than ever to be cuddled against Isidora.

For a time, it was just the two of us in the dark. There were no clouds overhead. The stars twinkled bright. I shuddered, the moon burning full. Silvery radiance fell on us. I trembled, feeling like Juliet for real, walking by her Romea.

“I hope we don’t do anything stupid,” I whispered.

“Oh?” Isidora asked. “Like what? Breaking our leg the weak of the big play.”

I giggled. “Poor Letizia, she misses out on making love to all of this.”

“Mmm, her loss, my gain.” My futa-sister slipped her arms around me. “So, what stupid thing are you really thinking about?”

“Dumb plots to fake deaths and not tell each other about it,” I said. “You know, not communicating. That’s what doomed poor Romea and Juliet.”

“And not because their families were embroiled in a pointless blood feud that led to two people in love dying over it?” she asked. “More senseless death on senseless death. Not exactly a problem we have, do we?”

“No. But we could do other stupid things.” I bit my lip. “Not communicating is why we were both fucking every other person but each other. If Letizia hadn’t broken her leg and forced us to examine our emotions, what would have happened.”

“Forced you to examine your emotions,” Isidora said. “I knew I loved you.”

“And you didn’t tell me.” I drew in a breath, my arms slipping around her neck. “So what I’m trying to say is, we have to communicate. We have to share everything.”

“Everything, my Juliet.”

I gasped as my futa-sister kissed me with such passion. Her tongue fluttered through my mouth. I clung to her, trembling and swaying. My heart swooned. I loved her so much. I was so glad things had changed to let us get together.

That we could be true to our emotions. The world didn’t conspire to keep us apart like the two lovers we were playing tonight.

Isidora broke the kiss and gasped, my frosty breath washing across the delicious shape of her mouth. Her eyes were dewy in the moonlight. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. A smile grew on my lips.

“Now let’s go and put on the best-damned version of Juliet anyone has ever seen. I want people moaning in delight when they see us make love, and sobbing their eyes out when they realize we’ll never get to share that sweet, sweet passion again.”

“You are unique, Xochitl,” Isidora said.

I beamed at my futa-sister. “Would you want me any other way?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” She smiled. “’What light through yonder window breaks…’”

I trembled in her arms, ready for tonight. It would be the best play anyone had ever seen. Though Romea and Juliet didn’t get their happily ever after, I did with my futa sister. I was such a lucky girl. I was so glad the Program came to Rogers College.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…

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A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!

Princess Malakisha, a vicious rakshasa, enjoys breaking in a new slave.

The Rakshasa’s Heart
Chapter One: Rakshasa’s New Slave
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn humans rising in the stands, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the white sands. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a palpable excitement shooting through my heart as the gladiators marched towards the center.

“Oh, you are going to love this match, dear cousin,” Kushini purred, her pink tongue licking her furry chops. Her leather pants creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her breasts, both bare, quivered in anticipation. She ran a hand up her rich, dark skin, cupping a breast. The nipple ring piercing her right nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the royal family. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her head was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own nipple ring, my ears flicking. A wet itch swelled in my pussy at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new acquisition. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his ebony skin, his head gleaming in the harsh sunlight streaming onto the white sands of the arena. Splashes and pools crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting area, still fresh from the last fight.

I breathed, my sense of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa form. I never let my human face appear in public. The mortification of appearing like one of the vermin who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stands would lower my status among the royal family for years.

“Yes, he is a treat,” Kushini purred. She squeezed her tits, her slitted eyes sparkling with lust. “Can you smell him? The promise?”

“Yes,” I purred, tugging on my nipple ring. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my station, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purple sari trimmed in gold that covered my left breast and fell down to my mid thighs. I wasn’t a whore in tight pants and baring both tits.

Or a deviant who demeaned myself by fighting in the arena like a human.

The sword Kushini wore was a disgrace. Such an open exhibition of power. No subtly. And she was second in line to the throne! Two deaths away from being queen.

“I watched him spar yesterday,” Kushini moaned. “Oh, dear cousin, you should have seen him fight.”

“You think he can defeat Henyak?” I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grandmother, stepped up to the front of the box, still looking regal despite her age, her orange fur spotted with gray that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than Grandmother. Three of her daughters, my own mother included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunts before I was even a glimmer in my mother’s eyes.

She exuded strength without resorting to something as crass as wearing a sword on her hip.

“Such a delicious fighter,” Queen Adroyna said. “So strong.”

“His blood shall decorate the sands,” boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny human, a native Naithan with brown skin. He wore a kilt of leather straps studded with iron studs and a steel helmet, his trident gripped in hand. He was a champion, a man who had fought for years and years. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the danger. Especially fighting new gladiators with promise, ending any threats to his supremacy before they could rival him.

“Such a promise,” Queen Adroyna purred. “Kill him, and I shall shower you in gold, my beloved Henyak.”

“He’ll have to close his eyes to fuck her old cunt,” Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our body slaves and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned slave, gave a wicked giggle as she knelt before me naked, her skin glistening with expensive oils, filling the air with a lovely scent of lavender and holding at bay the unwashed reek of the peasants crowding the stands, eager for their entertainment and relief from the drudgery of their pointless lives.

My eyes flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir didn’t appear afraid at all. I caught a flash of white. A smile. A mocking grin as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shield. His sword arm was clad in banded steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his solid body.

Those muscles.

“Lucy,” I purred, “attend me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my treasure. Secaran slaves were so rare. That pale skin was so exotic. I made sure she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her youthful face. I’d owned her for three years, molding her into the perfect servant. I saw the love in her brown eyes, the smile on her lips, her face delicate, farmed by her soft, brown hair.

She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my body. My heart raced. I petted her hair, loving her hot kisses on my flesh as she moved up my thigh towards my burning pussy. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My heart, though none of my sisters, cousins, aunts, or even my grandmother could know that I loved her. They would use her against me. In public, she was just my pussy licking slave.

I shuddered as her lips found my shaved twat. They were so soft and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my pussy. Then her tongue flicked out, making my entire body shudder and a purr rise in my throat. My eyes were locked on the gladiators, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

“Such bold confidence in Bakiir,” Kushini said, rubbing her thighs together. “I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha.”

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned, the sound of my name drawing my attention from the fighters. “What a slave he would make.”

“You would buy him?” Kushini’s ears twitched.

I didn’t show my wince. I was so excited, my blood boiling. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So strong. He could break me in half. How sweet it would be to see him on his knees before me, begging to worship my cunt.

Lucy’s tongue slid through my pussy folds and flicked my clit. I groaned, my ears and whiskers twitching. I pulled hard on the gold ring piercing my nipple, twisting the dark nub. The tingles raced down to my hot pussy, to my clit bathed by Lucy’s amazing tongue.

“Start it,” Kushini purred, her body so tense now, her nipples thrusting so hard from her small dress. She was so short and petite, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her eyes. “Fight!”

“Kill him, Henyak,” Queen Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each other. Bakiir’s muscles rippled as he moved across the white sands, dust kicking up from his sandaled feet. My pussy clenched, Lucy’s tongue feeling so wonderful as she probed it into my snatch. I moaned as she savored the spicy taste of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak’s trident crashed into Bakiir’s shield, wooden splinters flying. Then Bakiir’s sword swung, striking the trident. Metal rang as the men danced around each other, both their bodies rippling, oiled by sweat and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every moment of his powerful body moving. I seized Lucy’s hair with my left hand, pulling my beloved slave’s mouth deep into my cunt. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons meeting, clattering.

The crowd cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

Other princesses in the stands watched, some having body slaves devour their pussies or fuck their cunt, brawny slaves who would breed dominating daughters. Rakshasas who would claw and fight and make the Queen of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would give me.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy’s hair so tight, humping against her wonderful tongue.

The beautiful girl caressed my thighs as her tongue slid through my folds and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my depths. Delight rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my clit. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

Crimson flashed. Blood sheeted down Henyak’s chest, a glancing blow from Bakiir’s sword.

“Yes,” moaned Kushini, an orgasmic sound, her fingers pulling on both her nipples. She purred as loud as me now. “Kill!”

She licked her chops as Henyak roared, thrusting hard with his trident. Fast, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my stomach tensing. My orgasm swelled in me as Bakiir took a wound in his thigh. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that wonderful aroma. Blood. Coppery. Vital. Life. I breathed in Bakiir’s scent as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneeling crotch, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

“Kill him,” moaned Kushini, on the verge of orgasming from the violence alone.

Henyak drew back his trident as he kicked aside Bakiir’s shield, leaving the Halanian open to attack.

I smiled, seeing the look on Bakiir’s face as he faced death.

And came.

My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Lucy’s hungry mouth. My heart lapped at the cream flooding out of my pussy. I shuddered, my tits heaving, my left beneath my sari, my right exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

“Las’s cock, yes!” growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic delight.

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the side, using his wounded leg. He wasn’t crippled like Henyak and the crowd thought. Bakiir rolled, bringing his sword up and swinging it hard. Henyak tried to recover, to pull back, but the blade caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the blood spurted. The crimson arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loud, then roared out as her powerful climax wracked her lithe body.

The rapture boiled my mind as I stared at Bakiir, his enemy’s blood splashing across his dark chest, adding color to that ebony body. I licked my tongue across my chops, Lucy lapping up my juices gushing out of my pussy.

“Yes!” I snarled. “Yes! Auction!”

Queen Adroyna’s head shot to me, her graying ears twitching as she stared at me heaving in orgasmic delight. “You wish to buy him, Granddaughter?”

“Yes,” I yowled. “Auction!”

Konayveh leaned over and whispered to Queen Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen’s bodyguard. Her head nodded as she looked at me. “It has been three months since you initiated an auction.”

I licked my chops, my orgasm peaking. “I know, Grandmother.”

Her eyes narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her peach should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with young men. The queen turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his enemy, breathing hard, blood streaming down his wounded thigh. He faced the queen.

“Auction, gamemaster,” she snarled.

The fat human who ran the games stepped out, his body draped in expensive gems. He had glutted on the entertainment of the capital. He rubbed his chubby fingers together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

“Your august majesty,” he said with a bow. “Let the bidding start at 500 dupondius.”

“900 dupondius,” Kushini barked as she gained her feet and rushed towards the edge of the box. My ears twitched as she shot a look over her shoulder, licking her chops. Her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an ivory tiger head snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ears twitching. My fangs hungered for her throat. That cunt! “1000 dupondius.” She would force me to waste my income for the month on this slave. I strode forward. “You have good taste, Kushini.”

“So do you, Malakisha,” she said, no hint of her pettiness in her voice.

“1100 dupondius,” pregnant Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was older than me by two months. Her tiger ears twitched. She gave me a hungry smile. “Yes, you do have good taste, Auntie Malakisha.”

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to just rip out her throat right now, too. But I couldn’t show weakness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of anger, was trivial. Brutal and easy. No, when you killed your rival, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a distance, but clearly at your command, proof that you were a cunning killer. A true predator.

Something Kushini should learn. Twice she’d killed with her sword.

“1500 dupondius,” Kushini said, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

“You must really want to lick his body clean of Henyak’s blood,” I said.

She shuddered in delight. “Such a treat doesn’t come along that often.”

“1600 dupondius,” I said, licking my chops.

“Interested in blood yourself?” Kushini gave me a side-long glance. “I thought your interest ran towards…other refreshments.”

“Other?”

Her whiskers twitched. “2000 dupondius.”

My niece gave a vicious snarl, pushing off from the railing and marching away, clutching at her swollen belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my cousin and said, “2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you’ll use once. Unless you plan on doing more than practice your sword on him.”

“He is skilled.”

“Especially when he’s unarmed,” I said. “2100 dupondius!”

“Unarmed?” Her words were flat, a hint of a growl rumbling in her throat. “You think I’d waste him with such needless butchery.”

“Isn’t that what you do with all those slaves you buy?”

“Garbage from the docks.” A delicious shudder ran through Kushini. “Now him… He is something special. Look at him. Bleeding but standing so strong, so proud. He maybe a slave, but he doesn’t believe it.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I said, staring at him.

“2500 dupondius,” Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye. “How badly do you want to see him worshiping you like that little whore behind you?”

Anger flared in me. But I didn’t rise to her insult. I didn’t even twitch a whisker. “2600 dupondius.”

“That badly,” Kushini said. “Enjoy him, my dear Malakisha.”

“I will.” Then I gave her a look. “Though I considered letting you have him. How much more can you borrow from your mother before she grows angry with you.”

Her lips curled back, baring fangs. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two brawny slaves following after her. I leaned on the railing, staring down at the slave. Lucy pressed up beside me, her lavender scent filling my nose.

“He is a gorgeous one, Mistress.”

“Yes, he is,” I said. Then, in my mind, added, my heart to the end of the sentence. “He will be worth every gold coin.”

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My pussy burned as my new slave was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I’d paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his wound. I wanted him whole and unmarred before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my favorite slaves, yanked Bakiir’s thick arms into place.

His face was hard, eyes defiant. He didn’t resist Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his face. His thoughts worked behind his defiant mask, pondering how to escape. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as strong as him. And I had more slaves in my kennels, other brawny warriors that I’d broken.

He would try to fool me with complacency.

I loved my dungeon. It was the favorite part of my quarters in the Zigurrat. Dark and sweltering, the heat trapped in here. No airy balconies to enjoy the sight of the city of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to take away the heat. Not in here. The walls were unrelieved stone. Black iron chains hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacles. From hooks on the wall hung my toys, all my flails and whips and paddles and crops. So many fun instruments to play with.

The manacles snapped shut about Bakiir’s wrists, the locks clicking into place. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them tight. Bakiir’s arms were yanked upward and away from his body, pulling taunt the muscles of his torso. His face flickered, feeling the strain in his arms.

“Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,” I purred, walking around him. My hand trailed across his ebony flesh, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his back to his ass, squeezing it. “You are going to be such a delight.”

“I’m not afraid of your whips,” he growled.

“Good,” I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder blades. He was so tall as well as broad-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his back. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussy was so wet.

I pressed my naked crotch into his ass, humping against him, my nipples rubbing on his back. I never wore clothes in my dungeon. No one did. This was a place of pleasure and pain, and those were best experienced naked. My hands reached around him, my pussy growing more and more juicy. I felt his rippling abs on my way down to his cock.

And what a cock.

I gripped his girth, my pussy clenching in eager anticipation. I licked at his spine again, sliding up his shoulder blades and making him groan. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even bigger as I stroked him.

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned. “Doesn’t that just feel nice?”

He didn’t answer.

My hand squeezed hard on the tip of his dick, crushing his crown. My other hand found his balls, holding them. “I asked you a question, slave.”

“Yes,” he said.

I squeezed his balls. Hard.

He bucked, teeth grinding against teeth as he fought the pain. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clit on his hard muscles, tingles racing through his body. Chains rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

“Mistress,” I said. “You address me as Mistress. Understand?” I relaxed my hand on his balls.

“Yes…Mistress,” he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He’d give me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he’d mean it.

I stroked his cock again, still hard, his precum growing slippery at the tip. “Good.” I gave him a love bite, letting him feel my fangs but not penetrating the muscles of his upper back. “So answer my question. Does this feel good, slave?”

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb rubbing that thick, spongy crown. “Yes, Mistress.”

“See,” I told him. “What did you think I would do to you here? Hurt you?”

He gave a barking laugh. “I know how you Rakshasa’s deal with men.”

“Oh, that we hurt you? Make you bleed and howl? That we eat you?” I licked my lips. “That’s so true. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my first daughter. She might be queen one day. Doesn’t that excite you?”

“No,” he growled.

“Mmm, but your dick says otherwise. You are so hard. So eager for it. You didn’t even soften when I crushed your balls.” I squeezed them again, his cock throbbing in my hand as he grunted through his teeth. “Oh, yes, you are going to be so much fun to hurt.”

I pulled away from him, my pussy dripping. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I’d trained her, her eyes staring up at me, shining with such dewy excitement. Beside her knelt my two male slaves, their cocks both hard before them.

I had trained them well. “Thushin, the chair. Lucy, my heart, choose your instrument.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thushin said, rising.

“Mmm, I will, my heart,” Lucy said as she rose, her small tits bouncing. They were such lovely breasts. My eyes flicked down to her tight slit, her pussy freshly shaved and glistening. The gold ring piercing her clit, marking her a royal slave, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as much as me.

Thushin stood, his brown skin rippling. He was a native Naithan, his cock bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden chair in the corner and sat on it. His dick was so hard; the cock ring tied about the base made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get relief for his erection, until I allowed him.

My pussy clenched as I moved to him, turning, and lowering myself to his lap.

His cock brushed my pussy. I shivered, my hips undulating, then I slid my cunt down his dick. I groaned, his shaft spreading me open. He filled me with his girth. I groaned, my ears twitching as I took more and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, arms hugging me. His strong hands roamed my stomach, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the wall, staring at the various whips and flails, her slim hips wiggling with excitement, her brown hair sweeping down her lithe back.

“Which shall she choose for you, slave?” I asked, staring at Bakiir.

He stared at me, eyes so hard. “I don’t know…Mistress.”

My pussy clenched hard on Thushin’s cock. He groaned, his hands squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his strength. He was so solid. His hands moved, one sliding down to tease my clit, the other to grope my breast. My ears twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a thin riding crop made out of stiff bull leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging sound. “I think this will do, my heart.”

“Indeed,” I purred, staring at Bakiir’s eyes as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. SMACK!

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his mouth. His ebony cock bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin’s dick, stirring his shaft through my pussy. A wild wave of heat washed through me.

SMACK!

A twitch crossed his forehead as his body drank in the stinging pain. Lucy had such a wicked smile on her lips as she walked around him, her hand caressing his muscular body. She reached his cock, her pale fingers wrapped about his ebony girth.

“Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, slave?” she asked.

His eyes snapped down to her. “No, I didn’t, slave.”

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her left hand and cracking the riding crop across his chest with the other. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my slave’s cock, his rough finger rubbing at my clit, sending such delight through me.

“Slave?” Lucy asked. “Oh, I am so much more than a slave.”

CRACK!

Her fingers rubbed the crown of Bakiir’s dick.

“I’m your punishment and your reward,” Lucy purred, stroking his dick faster. She leaned in, licking at the dark welt rising across the muscles of his chest.

He sucked in a breath, arms pulling at his chains as she licked along it.

“Mmm, I can give you pleasure.” She rubbed the palm of her hand into the tip of his dark dick, her pale ass wiggling. “Or I can give you pain.”

She bit his nipple. Hard.

“Worship our Mistress, and you get pleasure.” Lucy purred. “Defy her, and you get pain.”

The crop swung hard.

CRACK!

I purred louder. I shuddered on Thushin’s cock. I loved watching my heart work. She was such a wonderful woman. So loving, so vicious, so eager to inflict pain for both our pleasures. I could watch her play for hours.

“Do you want to worship her?” Lucy asked, falling to her knees before him. She still stroked his huge cock. “Do you want to be rewarded?”

He gave me a stony look, full of all his stoic defiance. He would take every whipping she gave him without flinching. He promised to never break, to never worship me, to never be my obedient slave like Thushin and Issanik.

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. Pleasure rippled through me, partly from Thushin’s finger rubbing hard circles on my clit, but more from this strong, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir’s forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was easy to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful woman’s mouth locked about your cock, sucking so hard… That was hard to fight. He shuddered, arms pulling against the chains as she bobbed her head. I could hear her noisy sucks, my clit throbbing, knowing how delicious her mouth was.

CRACK!

She cracked the crop into his chest as she sucked. It swished again over her head to smack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure burning through his body at the same time. I loved it. I smelled the salty scent of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet juices down her thighs.

CRACK!

She moaned, sucking hard on his cock, her head moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the sight of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown hair danced about her shoulders. And then there was his solid, ebony bulk, such a contrast between the two.

CRACK!

I purred louder and louder. Thushin’s hands moved from my breast and clit. He grasped my waist, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my pussy up and down his restrained cock. He groaned, savoring the delight of my cunt.

CRACK!

While I savored the delight of Lucy working.

CRACK!

Bakiir’s face tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her sucking mouth. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his flesh, marks of pain while pleasure boiled through him.

It confused him.

“Yes,” I purred. “You want that release.”

He shook the chains.

“You want to explode into her hot, sultry mouth.” My pussy clenched on Thushin’s cock. He hefted me faster and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, tight silk of my pussy burning around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.

CRACK!

“You want to drown her with your jizz,” I groaned.

Lucy moaned, bobbing her mouth so hard, sucking so noisily.

Bakiir grunted as the riding crop slammed into him again. His face twisted. He tried to be defiant. He tried to be strong. But he wanted that release. His climax ached to explode out of his balls and into her mouth.

“Beg for it,” I purred. “Beg to flood her mouth. Her pussy!” I grinned at him. “Imagine sliding that ebony monster into her tight cunt. To pump away at her pale flesh.”

“Bitch!” he snarled at me. “You and your gods-damned kind are all bitches. Las’s foul seed gave you only poison.”

CRACK!

“He did,” I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of Lust, a race of all females, needing males to feed our appetites for pain and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce. “He made something wonderful in us.”

CRACK!

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” he snarled, pulling harder at his chains.

“You want to cum?” I moaned, my pussy clenching so hard on Thushin’s cock as he worked my cunt up and down his girth.

“You know I do, bitch!” His eyes glared at me. “Tiger-headed whore! You want to fuck me. You want to feel my cock in your cunt!”

CRACK!

“Crawl to me and I’ll fuck you!” he snarled.

CRACK!

He bucked at the flogger smacking into his welted chest.

“You are about to erupt in her mouth,” I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the friction sending delight rippling through me.

“Yes!” he growled. “I’ll flood her mouth with my cum—” Pain burned across his face. He stared down in fury at Lucy, who’d stopped sucking. “You gods-damned whore!”

She’d bit his cock. Hard. Her hips wiggled faster. The crop fell from her hands to plunge them between her thighs. She rubbed at her pussy while Bakiir fought against the pain, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her juices gushed from her pussy, splashing the stone floors and flooding the dungeon with her sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain burning in Bakiir’s face, the pleasure reaching through my heart’s body.

“Beg!” I snarled at Bakiir. “Beg and you can cum in her mouth. The pain will end!”

“NO!”

His voice thundered through the room. My orgasms exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My pussy went wild about Thushin’s cock. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my cunt with his cum, but he couldn’t. Not with his cock bound by the ring. That made my orgasm even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the pleasure shot through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his ebony muscles straining. The defiance burning through his limbs. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My climax surged higher and higher through me.

I would enjoy breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her small breasts jiggling as she felt my whiskers kiss her silky, ivory thighs as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet cunt. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chops. My pussy was on fire.

“Malakisha, my heart!” moaned Lucy when I buried my furry snout into her pussy and feasted.

My thick tongue rasped across her shaved flesh, gathering her sweet juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her small breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her fingers squeezing her nipples while I flicked her clit piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moans were so sweet as she writhed on my satin sheets. Cool air wafted in through my open windows, twilight settling over the city of Ankush. Braziers standing around the room burned sandalwood to keep the stink of the humans from profaning my bowers.

My heart’s juices melted on my tongue. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her flesh, my whiskers rubbing on her thighs. Delight shuddered down to my pussy as my sensitive whiskers, so long and delicate, caressed her silky flesh. My ears twitched, drinking in her moans.

“Oh, my heart!” she gasped. “Oh, you spoil me! The queen’s dried-up cunt, yes!”

“Mmm, shower me in your sweet juices, my heart,” I purred between hot, hungry licks. “Shower me in your delight.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “My heart! My beautiful princess! My Malakisha!”

I lapped with furious hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her pussy. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her ache and moan. I made her shudder in pure delight. She humped so hard against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her small breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her pleasure, her fair face burning with crimson passion.

I loved it. My pussy was so hot as my tongue rasped across her pussy. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silky depths. A rakshasa’s tongue was thicker than a humans, like a tiger, rough and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her moans echoing through the room.

“My heart!” she squeaked, bucking so hard. “Oh, yes, my heart. Oh, that’s so good. Oh, I love it. You spoil me. My heart, yes!”

I purred as I spoiled her. I would give her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family would see me as weak. You did not love slaves. You did not love anything. Humans loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever love your prey?

But then I met Lucy. The first time I saw her crying in the slave pens, draped in rags, her body whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and face, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the brothels. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure gladiators and fighters. But her eyes met mine. Those soft, brown doe-eyes. The moment I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That innocence drowning in filth. Innocence I could mold, shape, turn into a vicious predator.

She had stolen my heart with those eyes. And then given me her own.

So I licked her harder. I loved my sweet Lucy. My heart. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her hands squeezed those firm, small tits. Her moans echoed through the room as she quivered and shook on the bed. Her brown hair swept across her face.

“Yes, yes, yes! My heart!” Lucy gasped. “By the queen’s shriveled tits, yes!”

Her juices squirted out of her pussy. A geyser of passion. My whiskers twitched in delight as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She ground against me as she moaned out her rapture. She humped so hard on me, smearing that hot cunt on my hungry lips, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her passion as it raged through her body. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her thighs as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, eager to take her.

My hips wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waist by a leather harness, swung between my thighs. Its base rubbed on my clit, giving me a taste of delight as I kept eating my beautiful heart. I devoured her cunt. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

“Malakisha!” she howled. “I love you! I love you so much!”

My ears twitched at her words. My pussy clenched. My heart raced. I licked my chops, gathering up her sweet musk. I stared up her flushed body, such joy burning in her brown eyes, that naughty smile on her lips.

“Oh, let me reward you, my heart,” she moaned, writhing. “Mmm, plunge that dildo into my cunt. Fuck me hard! Pound me! Take your pleasure in me!”

I purred louder. My tongue licked at her pussy one final time, making her back arched. I flicked her clit and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough tongue across her shave pubic mound. She squirmed, giggling as my tongue reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

“My heart!” she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her sweat pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the flavor of her skin. The heat beneath her. My round breasts rubbed on her pale skin. I wasn’t as dark as Bakiir, only a rich brown compared to his deep ebony, but it still was a delicious sight. My nipples ached as they caressed her flesh, my nipple ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her breasts. I paused, swirling my tongue around her right mound. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my rough tongue swirled over her pink nipple. Everything about her was so pale and soft.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” she groaned, squirming, her stomach rubbing on my nipples. “Mmm, you spoil me.”

“I love you,” I growled, my voice thick with primal hunger. I nipped her nipple with my sharp fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my open jaw seized her throat. My teeth pricked at her neck, dimpling her skin. I felt her pulse pound through her throat. It didn’t increase. No fear sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little more pressure from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I could kill her, and no one would care. She was my slave. I could feast on every bit of her, use her to feed every one of my hungers.

“My heart,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Satiate yourself.”

I rammed my dildo into her cunt while gripping her throat.

Her thighs locked around my hips as my dildo plunged into her pussy. Now her heart raced faster as pleasure surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my back while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the grip of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clit. I plunged in hard, fast, thrusting into her depths, stirring her cunt to a hot froth as she groaned and shuddered beneath me. She humped up into my thrusts, driving the toy harder into my clit as our bodies slapped together.

“My heart!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, yes, love me! Ravish me!”

No fear. She felt my teeth and had no fear.

I loved her so much.

I drove my hips hard, my clit aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my body. My ears twitched as her fingers traced my spine, sending tingles racing through my body. Driving my hips to fuck her harder, faster.

Our flesh slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her love and passion. Her voice was so sweet. Our spicy and sweet musks filled the air with beauty. I breathed in her scent, our cunts, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clit ached.

My pleasure swelled.

“Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha! Fuck me, my heart! Oh, the queen’s wrinkly ass, yes! Plow me! Plow my cunt! Cum!”

My pleasure swelled with every thrust. The base of the dildo caressed my throbbing clit. My pussy clenched. Juice dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One bite, and I would taste her blood. I would feast on her.

I wanted to. My hips plunged faster. My teeth tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So loving. I could never hurt her. I rammed my dildo into her depths. Her body shivering beneath me. Her pleasure squeaking out of her lips as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling snarl burst from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the rapture flooded through my body. Her hands held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our passion. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my muzzle against her lips, licking her face. She kissed me, working her lips against my fangs. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my human face appear. Fur and whiskers retracted. My ears shrank, my wavy, black hair growing, spilling about my face as my lips became soft like hers.

And then were we kissing with no fangs, no fur, no barriers. Our bodies pressed tight, holding each other as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I reveal my human face. Her hands moved, touching my smooth cheeks, eyes moist and dewy.

“My heart,” she sighed when I broke the kiss.

I rubbed our noses together, wanting to purr, but unable to with human vocal chords.

We held each other for a while, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feel of each other. And then she said, “It’s been two days. Do you think he’ll ever break?”

“Yes,” I purred.

“But, two days without cumming… And the kennels are so noisy.” Lucy gave a wicked giggle. “Thushin and Issanik are enjoying their women as much as they can. And so are the others. I didn’t know a man could go two days without cumming. Not willingly.”

“He’s restrained?” I asked.

“Unable to touch his cock.” She shivered beneath me. “Thushin has that redheaded whore of his pressed up against the kennel bars, her tits shoved into Bakiir’s cell as he fucks her from behind.”

I laughed. Thushin loved his redhead. I bought the girl for him as a reward. She lived in his cell, ready to be used whenever he wanted.

“But…” Lucy’s face fell. “Bakiir has lasted two days. None of the others has.”

“He’s so strong. He’ll hold for days longer. And when he does break, he will be devoted to me.”

“Not as devoted as I am,” she said.

“Who can be?” I rubbed her nose. “But you’re not my slave. Not really.”

She kissed me hard. Then she let out a groan of annoyance.

“What?”

“I have my assignation,” she said.

“With Konayveh again?”

Lucy gave a wicked grin. “He has to fuck that old, toothless queen’s dried-up cunt. He yearns for hot, tight quim.”

I rolled off of her. “Enjoy your lover.”

“He’s…fine,” Lucy shrugged. “But he gossips.”

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy have her lovers?

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“Your cock looks so hard,” I purred as Bakiir stood in his chains, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pale finger stroking his ebony cock.

He jerked at his chains. He liked to do that.

“A week without cumming. How your dick must be backed up.” I knew he would impress me. Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the side. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his cock with her mouth.

My whip hissed through the air and…

CRACK!

A bleeding line appeared on his back. I shuddered at the scent of coppery blood spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the pain and pleasure, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock as I drew back the whip.

“Beg!”

CRACK!

“NEVER!” he howled, pulling so hard on the chains.

I drew back the whip. Lucy moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping his ebony ass.

The whip hissed down at his back, his muscles so tense, his arms straining so hard.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched. Juices dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

“Worship me!”

CRACK!

“Serve me!”

CRACK!

“And then you can cum. You can spill your seed in Lucy’s mouth and erupt!”

He howled in pure rage, blood dripping from his wrists, the manacles biting into his flesh. The links of the chain ground together as he strained. A trickle of dust fell from the ceiling as I cracked the whip across his back.

Another bleeding line appeared. Blood ran in hot rivulets down his back, filling the air with that—

A cracking groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right chain ripped free the bolts anchoring it to the ceiling. With a bellow of rage, he whipped the heavy length of metal at my head.

To be continued…

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Something we started writing to chill out. A friend told us to submit so here we are

Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous weeks’ works. Flashes of images and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a look of disdain upon her face. Everything fades to black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes dominance. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially love. Her mind become erratic, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can’t avoid. It always ends the same. “I love you” Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a little girl in a turquoise dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls mind is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one’s listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved sickle like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A slow, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere seconds later, she feels tears tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she’s forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the bleeding stops, a weak “no’ escapes her throat. “No, don’t you stop. I need this” she whimpers quietly to herself, full of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife. “Shit!” she exclaims at the broken porcelain. “What was the Lexi?” a woman’s voice says from the other side of the door. “Sorry mum,” she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her mouth and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,” you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in” Alexis’s door swings open, and in front of her is a red haired woman in her thirties. “Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” her mother, Lindsey, asks. “Yeah, I’m going to Olivia’s remember?” Alexis states.
“That’s good, you should get out more,” her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis’s room. “Now where were we,” Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of blood in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms cold and bare. With the knife in her left hand, she raises the blade to her right shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water cascades down her back, soaking into her knife marks and hashes. “Bitch,” she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower and dresses for school, then brews her morning coffee. “Mum?” Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the stairs with her. “Yes Lexi?” Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch. “Coffee?”
“You have to ask?”
“I’m on it.”
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she thinks I’m messing with her? Olivia’s mind began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereo, if only to cull her own inner dialogue. “I meant it when I said ‘I wanna get well,’” the speakers blare with a Titan’s voice. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her head rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘Are we sure we should tell her?’ one of the three other voices in her head begins. ‘Yes? No? Maybe?’ Another chimed. “Since when are we ever sure,” Alexis asks herself. ‘Never, you know this’ the last one retorts. “In that case,” Alexis starts out loud, “Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control over the situation”
As Alexis walks into Olivia’s room, the two girls have the same thought, ‘Do I just tell her? No, not yet.’ “Hey Liv,” Alexis begins. “Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something?” Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
“Yes please. Coffee is friend.”
“How do you have yours?” Olivia asks, catching a more than friendly glance over Alexis. ‘Oi, if you want that, you have to ask’ an annoying part of her mind chirped as she exits the spacious room. “Double strength, one sugar” Alexis replies, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the women in her head. The girls finish their drinks, and Olivia’s eyes flick to the alcohol cabinet. “You know,” she begins suggestively, “My dad probably wouldn’t notice a few missing bottles, and he’s on late shift today.” Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘Getting her drunk probably won’t help the situation’ that same annoying section of her mind reminds her. “You’re sure your father won’t notice?” Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jumping spider stalking prey. “Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never.”
“Really? Whatever booze is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There’d be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house.” Alexis states as she rinses her cup out. “Hey,” she questions, “how sharp do you think these knives are,” as she points to the knife block.
“Umm…” Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet, “I sharpened them last week, so very” Again, Alexis’s mind plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her face as red as her hair.
“I didn’t know you liked knives Lex” Olivia remarks, brushing away her black hair as she places a full bottle of tequila on the table. “So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks?” Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the table. “Well,” Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half glasses, “he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it’s from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last minute. So the only thing he’s actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine”
“Ugh. Wine is disgusting” Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her lips, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the girls’ throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia’s room. “You know what,” Olivia hints, sitting against the headboard of her bed, “I really don’t know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let’s play truth or dare.”
“Umm… sure. I’ll start,” Alexis slurs “truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yes. I haven’t found anyone I’d do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare?”
“Hmm… Dare”
“… Take … Off… your blouse” Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
“…Umm… Ok?” Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
“You tease” Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundreds of thousands of cuts and scars over her pale flesh. “Wha…” Olivia stammers, ‘So, is she like us?’ the voice in Olivia’s head asks. “I should just-”Alexis begins, but then is cut off. “No its ok.” Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scars. “Just sit down” she rises, placing her hands on Alexis’s red raw shoulders. “Hiiiifff” Alexis hisses as Olivia’s sweaty palms rest upon the morning’s wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards. “Sorry! Are you ok?” she blurts. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you doing something like that to me” she whispers into Olivia’s ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain. “Why do you think there are so many scars?” Alexis continues. “But that’s nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” she concludes, biting down on Olivia’s exposed neck, and is met with a cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender flesh. Despite her best efforts however, Alexis doesn’t draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her “where do you keep your blade?” she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia’s sizeable breasts. “Th-there” she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other side of the room. “When I’m back, you better have yours up” Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, straight blade in her hands. “I thought I told you to lay back up.” She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the gashes, pulling her head to her breasts. “Drink up.” Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis, “Go on, pass me the knife,” she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her. “My room, my rules,” she orders, running the knife along Alexis’s inner calf, drawing a river of blood from the pale flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smile play across Olivia’s face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close. “You really wanted this didn’t you?” she whispers slyly in Alexis’s ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis’s leg, until it hits her skirt. “Y-ye-yes,” Alexis stammers, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis’s arms above her head, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis’s body, carving sigils into her breasts. The two girls stare into each other’s eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis’s stomach and twists. Alexis’s breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the wall, whispering “You’ve been a bad girl. It’s time you were punished.” Olivia’s hand releases Alexis’s arms, and finds the redhead’s neck. “Yes mistress,” Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in hand, and throws her to the ground in front of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis’s collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis’s breast. “Oh gods we love you” Alexis manages to stammer, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the knife from under her collar bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia’s thigh, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead’s dismay, and whispers “Why don’t you try something a little sweeter,” placing her hand under Alexis’s chin, bringing her in closer. “My safe word is blueberry,” Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis’s ear as she stares at Olivia’s clean shaven pussy.
Olivia’s legs were on Alexis’s shoulders as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth. “Huh… huh… B… Bl… Blueberry!” Olivia squealed through orgasm. “M… My t-turn,” Olivia pants, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia’s legs, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia’s hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly, “the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘yes Mistress’. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress” Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia’s blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slash in her own palm. “oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah” Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, sweat working its way in to the grooves left from earlier. “A-aa-again” Alexis pleads breathlessly.
“Well, aren’t we greedy? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,” Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
“Pleeeeaaassssee?” Alexis whines, the sheets sticking to her back.
“Please what?” Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
“Please fuck me”
“Please fuck me, what?” Olivia whispers, walking her fingers up Alexis’s scarred stomach.
“Please fuck me, Mistress” She pleads.
“Oh… I don’t know,” Olivia begins, flicking Alexis’s clitoris, “you’re being very pushy. You know I don’t like it when you get pushy”
“Pleeeeaaassssee, Mistress?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Olivia whispers, stealing a kiss, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis, “yes, Pet.”
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few empty bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end. “Light bad” Olivia murmurs, turning her face into Alexis’s stomach. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl’s back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room. “Did we do what I think we did last night,” Olivia asks groggily. “Well,” Alexis manages to slur, “I’d say the scars on our backs are a pretty sure sign, Mistress.” Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson haze. “Did… You did bring spare clothes right?” she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the tastes of blood and mucus. “Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,” Alexis slurs, rising and licking the blood off of her body. “How do we taste together?” Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
“Why don’t you taste for yourself?” Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
“Olivia? You up?” A man’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Uhh… don’t come in, I’m getting dressed!” Olivia yells, thoroughly startled. “Get in the closet,” she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of blood. “You can come in now,” Olivia shouts, dressed in black jeans and dark blue long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet’s key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia’s room. “Moring sweetie,” the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder height. “Morning daddy”
“You sure you don’t have anything… less Goth to wear?” Olivia’s father, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘Well, we’re boned’ all three voices in Alexis’s head state unanimously.
“Alexis?” David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground. “Sweetie, why didn’t you tell me you were gay?”
“Blueberry!” Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
“What?” David questions, putting Olivia down. “Wait, I don’t think I want to know. I’ll go make breakfast, you two make your selves look decent.”
To Be Continued… Maybe

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