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Fantasies Revisited Ch. 02

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Fantasy Revisited Ch. 02: The Girls

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Part 1 – The Shower.

Jenny and Pru were late back to their dorm this Friday evening. Earlier in the day they had gone into the village for tea after the afternoon hockey practice and had whiled away more time than they realised in window shopping and chatter. Jenny rarely went home at weekends and Pru’s family were out of the country so she was confined to school until their return. The other pupils had left for the weekend and when the two girls walked through the silent school grounds as dusk was falling on this warm May evening the hustle and bustle of parents picking up their offspring had long since ended.

Most of the staff were also gone for the next two nights, leaving Mrs Briggs, the school nurse, as guardian until Sunday evening when everyone returned and the old school buildings came to life again. The nurse had merely nodded absentmindedly when Jenny had stuck a head round the door to say that she and Pru were back. Muttering a cheerful, “Goodnight dear, you behave yourselves and keep the noise down”, she had waved the girl away. Within seconds of Jenny pulling the door closed Mrs Briggs went back to staring at her television set. She would be entrenched on her sofa watching her soaps and making a significant hole in a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream for the rest of the night, so Jenny knew she and her friend would not be disturbed.

Delighted she wouldn’t be knocking around on her own again this Friday night Jenny had persuaded one of the older boys from St Mathew’s to buy a bottle of vodka from the off licence in the village for the her. A boozy girl’s night seemed just the thing! A few quick stops along the way to purchase orange juice and chips, which they shared as they walked back, and some chocolate bars for later and they were soon comfortably ensconced in their empty dorm again.

Jenny switched on the radio and looked around for some glasses to mix the drinks. Pru walked straight into the bathroom and, ignoring the harsh overhead strip light, she flicked on the soft muted lights over the mirrors instead before turning on the shower. It was unseasonably warm for early Spring and both girls were feeling tired and dusty and wanted to wash and get into their nighties before settling down to an evening of gossip and grooming.

Emptying out two big water beakers to use for their drinks Jenny filled them with the equivalent of triple vodkas and orange before following Pru into the bathroom to give her a glass. Pru had undressed and her slightly grubby uniform was already stuffed into the laundry bag in the corner. Jenny watched Pru remove her earrings and pull her long hair free from its neat bun and couldn’t help but notice certain similarities between herself and the younger girl. Both were fair although Jenny was a true light blonde while Pru’s hair was more honey-coloured. Pru’s eyes were green while Jenny’s were blue but both were striking with small neat arched brows. Pru was rather more rounded with a small waist and strong shapely legs while Jenny, apart from her large breasts, was generally lean and straight. The girls had similar face shapes and skin tones and both were the same height and, being objective, Jenny knew they were each extremely pretty.

Pru stood in her panties and camisole as Jenny handed her a glass and said with a grin, “Here’s to a couple of days of freedom and fun. Chin chin!!” Pru laughed and clinked her glass rather too enthusiastically against Jenny’s as they both counted, “One, two, three!” and knocked back as much of the liquid as they could. Neither of them wanted to lose the unspoken competition and so they swallowed frantically until the glasses were empty. Pru finished first and they both laughed, scrunching up their faces in mock disgust.

“Blimey Jen, are you sure there was enough vodka in that one!” Pru coughed, “My eyes are watering!”

Jenny giggled and started to remove her skirt and blouse as the shower hissed down and the small room filled with steam. “Oh stop being such a wuzz, go and make us another…. and turn the radio up!” She added loudly as Pru went off to get refills.

Unhooking her bra Jenny pulled off her socks and panties and threw all her clothes into the laundry bag before waving her hand under the shower to test the water. She frowned. It was still very warm now but she knew from experience that the hot water was only switched on for an hour on weekend evenings so she jumped in and let the soothing stream wash over her.

Pru turned up the music until it filled the bathroom and returned, carefully balancing two overfull glasses.

“The hot water won’t last so you had better hurry up and get in”, Jenny called.

Pru put the glasses down and hesitated. She was swaying a little and it was clear the vodka had already gone to her head despite the chips she had eaten. She steadied herself against the wash basin.

“Err.. it’s ok, just don’t be casino siteleri too long and I’ll get in straight after you.” Pru carefully turned and moved towards the door, intending to go and lie down on her bed for a few minutes. As she passed the shower Jenny reached out a hand dragging her into the cubical and under the water.

Pru cried out and started complaining half-heartedly. “Wait, I still have my undies on!” But her camisole and panties were immediately soaked.

Jenny was unapologetic. “Well take them off then,” she said, reaching for the bottom of Pru’s top and tugging it up over her friends arms. Both girls giggled as they tried to get the clinging wet cotton over Pru’s head. Once free of the camisole, Pru wriggled out of her panties and dropped both in a far corner of the shower.

Standing close together under the spray the girls let the water drench their long hair until it was sleek and moulded to their shoulders and across their breasts and arms. They began playfully pushing and shoving each other to get the best position before settling down to wash. Pru took the shampoo and squeezed a generous blob into Jenny’s hand before taking some for herself.

Jenny stood back a little and rubbed the camomile shampoo into her scalp. She quickly lathered and then moved back under the water to rinse. As the suds washed free of her long hair she caught the soapy water and started to rub it over her arms, chest and tummy. Pru found herself staring at Jenny’s full breasts, watching the small pink nipples harden as Jenny’s fingers stroked the soapy water over them. Suddenly flustered, Pru quickly looked away.

Pru concentrated on washing her own long tresses and thought about the differences between herself and her friend. Being naturally rather shy and cautious Pru knew she was an innocent compared to Jenny. Jenny had had boyfriends from St Mathew’s and was far more worldly in the ways of men and sex. Pru was fairly certain Jenny had a current boyfriend, although the other girl was being uncharacteristically reticent about discussing him.

Pru mused over some of the stories she had heard about Jenny over the 6 months she had been at the school. She admired her friends adventurous nature and envied the attention she seemed to command from the local boys. Pru herself had never been confident enough to respond to any of the boys who had shown an interest in her. She did not think she was particularly repressed but rather, was simply very unsure of her desirability. She didn’t really understand why she felt threatened by the intensity of the looks men sent her way, although she did feel a certain gratitude for them as they at least provided some validation that she was attractive.

Pru stepped under the hot spray to rinse her hair and looked at Jenny’s slim frame, knowing Jenny had never had the same doubts. She found her gaze wandering over Jenny’s firm body before falling on the mound between the older girls legs. She blinked when she saw that Jenny was hairless there. When she raised her eyes she discovered Jenny was watching her and, suddenly embarrassed, Pru turned away.

Jenny laughed, “You’re wondering why I’m bare aren’t you? I just like to shave. Well, I waxed the first time, one of the very few things my mother taught me. Don’t let anyone tell you it doesn’t hurt!” She grinned, “But It’s much more comfortable when you get used to it. And boys really like it.” She murmured conspiratorially.

Pru blushed and stammered an apology for looking. “Oh don’t be silly, I’ve been looking at you too.” Jenny reassured. “I’ve always thought you were really pretty. Your waist is so small and your legs are much nicer than mine.” Jenny put her arms on Pru’s shoulders and turned the shy girl to face her. “Pity your tits aren’t bigger though,” she said bluntly, “boys like that too!”

Pru found herself laughing and her hands reached out to circle Jenny’s waist. “Your waist is fine and you look so slim and strong. And I really envy your breasts, I’ve always wanted mine to be bigger.”

Jenny reached for the shower gel and lathered up her hands, “Well massage helps,” she said slyly and before Pru could react Jenny cupped the other girl’s breasts and started rubbing her soapy hands all over them. Pru gasped but didn’t pull away. She found the sight and feel of Jenny’s hands moving over her breasts, pushing them together and squeezing them gently, quite delicious. Somehow it seemed perfectly normal to be sharing a shower like this.

Pru let her own hands wander tentatively over Jenny’s back and down to her hips, then before she could lose her nerve she dropped them down to Jenny’s pretty bottom and began to knead the warm wet cheeks with strong fingers, “Will your bum get bigger with massage too?” she teased. Jenny wriggled and pulled a face, “I bloody hope not!”

Both girls laughed and without any more discussion passed the shower gel back and forth between them. They lathered up their hands before caressing slot oyna each other and pressed their bodies together under the water spray. Their now slippery breasts and tummies brushed against one another and each girl slid a thigh between the other’s legs. For several minutes they stood comfortably together under the pounding water and let their hands wander at will, over backs and hips, tits and ass. Their heads rested on each other’s shoulder and without quite realising how, they found their lips close together. Pru hesitated and almost turned her head away but Jenny was bolder and kissed her softly on the lips. Once … twice …three times, holding the contact a little longer each time. Pru blinked in surprise as Jenny’s tongue emerged to lick over her lips, as an encouragement to open her mouth, which Pru did. Jenny immediately thrust her tongue inside and began to kiss Pru properly. Pru responded with little tongue flicks of her own and soon the two girls were kissing passionately, their tongues circling each other, exploring each other’s warm wet mouths slowly and deeply.

Pru felt light headed but she couldn’t decide if it was as a result of the vodka or the pleasure she was feeling at having Jenny’s firm warm body in her arms. Pru felt Jenny’s right hand slide down between their tummies to push between her legs and she gasped with surprise at the immediate warmth that spread through her groin. Jenny loosened their embrace to look her younger friend in the eyes as she continued to stroke her hand slowly back and forth through the soft curls covering Pru’s pussy, her middle finger running teasingly along the wet slit.

Sighing softly Jenny asked, “Would you like me to shave you?” Pru blinked and then nodded. Jenny allowed her hand to linger between Pru’s legs for a few moments longer before she reached for the gel again and took the safety razor from the shower shelf.

Getting down on her knees Jenny motioned Pru to brace her back against the cool tiles of the cubicle. Pru watched fascinated as the kneeling girl squirted some cool gel onto her fingers and began to rub it over Pru’s pussy, making a rich lather to cover the soft dark hairs on her mound.

Jenny smiled up at Pru, “Spread your legs for me hun.” Pru immediately did so and Jenny came close and raised the razor, “No fidgeting now”, she said before she began to deftly shave Pru’s pussy with long firm strokes. Pru closed her eyes, enjoying the soothing movements of Jenny’s hands and feeling a delicious tingling and warmth spreading through her body from her groin. She was a little disorientated at the course the evening was taking but she was honest enough to admit how wonderful it felt to be here like this, feeling so close to Jenny.

After a few minutes Jenny stood up to kiss Pru playfully on the nose, saying, “See how easy that was? All done. Lets rinse you off.”

Pru moved forward intending to get back under the water but Jenny stopped her. “No, it’s easier like this.” She unhooked the shower attachment from its wall sconce and lowered it to let the spray play over Pru’s tummy and thighs. Pru watched as the soap residue rinsed away to reveal a newly bare pussy. She trembled as Jenny ran one fingertip over the now smooth mound and smiled, “Open your legs a little again Pru, I want to be sure I get all the suds off”.

To Pru’s surprise Jenny turned the shower head to face upwards and pushed it between her friend’s legs. Pru shrieked as the warm water spray hit her pussy lips and vibrated against her cunt and clit. The feeling was wonderful but so intense that she was shocked and, knocking Jenny’s hand away, she wriggled free, gasping for breath and staring at her friend in confusion.

Jenny laughed loudly and could barely splutter. “Oh come on! Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” Pru shook her head rapidly. She was embarrassed at the effect the vibrating water spray had had on her body. She still felt an ache in her pussy and her nipples were suddenly very hard and sensitive.

Jenny watched her speculatively for a second before smiling sweetly. “Well, you really should try it hun, it’s a girl’s best friend!”

With that Jenny braced herself back against the wall opposite Pru and spread her feet wide. She held Pru’s gaze, smiling provocatively before turning the shower attachment on herself. She placed the spray between her legs, about two inches below her pussy, and slowly moved it back and forth. Pru watched the water pulsing up into Jenny’s open pussy and recalled how good it had felt on her own body for those brief seconds, like hot thin fingertips drumming rapidly over the entrance to her cunt and the hood of her clit.

Jenny closed her eyes and sighed. Her body swayed slightly as she used the strong water spray from the shower head to pleasure herself. She moaned, using her other hand to fondle and squeeze her breasts. Pru was mesmerized as she watched the other girl press the shower nozzle closer to her spread pussy canlı casino siteleri lips and quickly worked it back and forth. Pru stared as Jenny aimed the jets of water against her swollen clit, her hips swaying a little as she opened herself to the vibrations. Within moments her body tensed and the panting grew louder until with a long low cry Jenny shuddered as she brought herself to orgasm.

A slow smile spread over Jenny’s pretty face and her blue eyes sparkled as she let her arms fall by her side. She still held the shower head loosely as she grinned at Pru. “Hmmm… so nice!”

Pru’s face was flushed and, probably without realising it, she had mirrored Jenny’s movements. She was caressing her breasts while her other hand stroked her now bald pussy. Jenny watched as Pru’s index finger slid along the wet slit, between the glistening pink lips. Pru’s eyes were slightly glazed and Jenny stepped forward, smiling reassuringly. “It’s really good Pru, let me show you.”

Jenny leaned in close and kissed her younger friend again. The other girl tensed for a second or two but soon responded, her arms going up around Jenny’s neck, one hand gripping a handful of the long golden hair as she deepened the kiss. Jenny nudged Pru’s thighs apart with the back of her hand and quickly pushed the shower head between Pru’s trembling thighs. She held the spray about three inches beneath Pru’s pussy, moving it gently up and down, allowing the other girl to get used to the water pressure and the new sensations.

With closed eyes Pru had started to roll her hips in time with the water jets tickling over her pussy lips. She bent her knees and dipped her hips a little while parting her thighs, trying to open up her pussy to the strong hot water spray. She was clearly loving it and Jenny moved the showerhead closer, a little at a time, running it back to front, letting the fingers of hot water tickle all along Pru’s pussy and even against her tight little asshole. As Pru whimpered Jenny brought the shower spray into direct contact with her clit, pressing it close to get the most intense vibrations and rubbing it faster and faster. Pru was sighing as they continued to kiss and Jenny knew she wouldn’t need much more to make her cum.

Suddenly Jenny let the showspray drop away and she pulled back from Pru asking, with a sly smile, “So you like that do you?” Pru’s cheeks and throat were even more flushed now, her wet hair framing her face and curling round her shoulders. Her small high tits were shaking with her panting breaths and her nipples were hard round nubs.

Jenny reached out and cupped one breast, her thumb rubbing roughly over the nipple, catching it between finger and thumb and pinching it as she smiled wickedly, “Want me to stop?” Pru moaned again and licked her lips as she looked at Jenny pleadingly. “No Jen, please don’t stop. It feels so good. Please finish it, make me cum.”

“Spread your thighs nice and wide for me then.” Pru placed both her hands against the walls of the shower cubicle and opened her legs as Jenny knelt down in front of her again, raising the shower head and pressing it against Pru’s pussy lips, red and swollen with desire. Jenny began kissing her girlfriend’s belly and thighs as she skilfully worked the powerful water spray up into the other girl’s hungry cunt. Pru was moaning again and little panting cries came from the back of her throat as Jenny quickened her movements and pushed the spray closer so it found it’s mark and thrummed hard against Pru’s clit. Pru groaned and her head fell back. Looking up Jenny saw the young girl was lost in the feelings pulsing through her body. Chuckling to herself she ran the fingers of her free hand up Pru’s inner thigh and underneath to stroke her ass.

Pru swayed and keened, “Oh yes, God yes, so good. Don’t stop Jen, please don’t stop.” Jenny watched as the helpless girl started to shudder, her body nearly rigid, head and shoulders thrown back so far that her button-like nipples pointed to the ceiling. Her long hair swayed against her body as Pru thrust her hips forward trying to get as close as possible to the source of the wonderful sensations surging through her groin.

Jenny waited a few seconds longer, until she was sure that Pru was about to tip over into her climax before she rubbed her soapy middle finger around Pru’s puckered asshole. As she pushed her thumb between Pru’s wet folds, thrusting it hard into her pussy she slipped her middle finger deep in Pru’s tight asshole. Pru screamed and started to shake as Jenny pressed the hot water jet hard against Pru’s clit and fucked the younger girl’s hot slippery cunt and tight little ass hard and fast. Within seconds she felt the muscles of Pru’s pussy contract and the body above her vibrated with the ripples of an impressive orgasm.

Pru was lost in the powerful contractions and the delicious feel of Jenny’s fingers penetrating her and it was only after wave upon wave of hot pleasure had throbbed through her shaking body and her legs felt like jelly that she found the strength to push Jenny’s hands away. Collapsing back against the cold tiles, Pru slid down until she was lying on the shower floor next to her girlfriend.

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Coming Home

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Goddamnit.

I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I hear screaming and bombs going off. Instead of sitting on the ratty secondhand couch in my trashy apartment, I’m transported back to Iraq. Back to sleeping curled around my M16. Back to breathing in sand and hot dry air all day long. Back to that day.

Before I get into that, I should give you some background.

My name’s Kane. Staff-Sergeant Kane Mckinney until that day. After that day I was “Unfit”. A security risk.

Ah, god, I’m getting ahead of myself again. Anyways, I joined the Marines right out of high school. Two hours after I got my diploma I was in the recruiters office signing papers. A month later I was on the plane to San Diego.

There was a reason I wanted to be gone so fast. The day I graduated was also the day I told my father that I was gay. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. He said that the Marines weren’t going to take a “Fucking fairy faggot like you”. He wasn’t amused when I laughed at him for that. Even at eighteen, I was a full half foot taller and forty pounds heavier than he was, beer gut included.

He was a stupid old drunk.

In the Marines, only a few people knew my preferences. My drill instructor guessed casino oyna during bootcamp, but thankfully, had enough heart to keep it quiet until after I graduated. He asked me the night before I boarded the plane back home. Lucky for me, Ray was a good guy, and is still one of my few friends.

He’s worried about me. That last time we spoke, I was coming off the plane in Seattle. To say that I was going off the deep end would be an understatement. Not only had I lost everything, but I was back here. In Seattle. The one place I never thought I would ever come back to.

I grew up in Rainier Beach. It’s southeast of the city, and considered one of the dirtier places of Washington. I know that it definitely wasn’t all sugar and spice and everything nice growing up. My days were more filled with grime and blood and fear and sadness.

Now it’s all back. I’m back in the grime and every time I sleep, blood and fear take 1st place in my dreams. As for sadness… I’m lonely. I know that I, of all people, don’t deserve happiness… But I haven’t held a man in so long. I think at night that maybe my nightmares would go away if I had someone next to me. Maybe if I had someone to wake up to the pain would dampen. But slot oyna it’s all just dreams. No guy would ever get near me.

My scars would scare anyone who was considering me right off. But even besides those, I have so many counts against me it’s ridiculous.

First, I’m huge. I know some guys like that, but most don’t appreciate MY kind of huge. I’m not a bear. I’m just ridiculously scary big. That’s what one of my exes in high school told me. He said that he was scared when I held him too tight, and that he didn’t like to sleep in the same bed as me because if I rolled onto him, he wouldn’t be able to push me off.

I’m 6’7″. Yeah. That big. 6’7″ and 274 pounds. All of it muscle. In the Marines, my build was advantageous. I excelled in bootcamp, and in Afghanistan, our enemies ran once they saw me coming. I was faster, stronger, bigger, and all together intimidating. Which was great then. But now, it doesn’t exactly make for good dating material.

But, it is perfect for my job as bouncer at Neighbours. Several times, I’ve gone out to split up a fight, and the idiots are already backing away.

It’s been years since I held a man in my arms that wasn’t dying or being carried out of a building. I canlı casino siteleri just want to feel another mans hands on me, another heart beating next to mine.

**********

I met a guy. The perfect guy. Goddamn, if only I had offered to give him and his friend a ride home or asked for his number. No, instead I just stood there and shook his hand dumbly while he smiled up at me, thanked me, and walked out of my life.

Fuck!

He had been everything I ever daydreamed. Sweet, delicate without being fragile. His name was Emerson.

His eyes were a striking green that even when watery with tears, had managed to sear right down into me. His whole gorgeous face was sprinkled with freckles, and from what I could see, they littered the rest of his body as well. His hair had been a deep coppery red and was lustrously curly. He was just the right height to fit under my shoulder, about 5’8″, I’d guess. His hand in mine had made me never want to let go. His skin was soft, even the groomed fingertips freckled.

The shirt he had been wearing was formfitting to his tight lean body. It was a sheer green mesh, and the little dents of his nipples had practically made my cock leap out of its cage. I was drooling by the time my eyes had traversed further down his body, to the shadow of abs under his shirt and the outline of his thighs in tightly fitted dark wash jeans.

All in all, absolutely and utterly perfect.

I have to see him again.

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Fall of a MILF: A Submissive Tale

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Summary: A lonely MILF discovers her surprising lesbian side online.

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FALL OF A MILF: A Submissive Tale

I was home getting dinner started when I heard the front door open, then slam shut. That was all the warning I needed; Hailey hadn’t had a good day at school. She barged headlong into the kitchen, slammed her back-pack onto the table in front of her and suddenly ran out of energy. She slumped into a chair, fell forward, burying her face into the bag, and began muttering incoherently against the fabric.

“That good a day, huh, Hailey?” I asked.

She didn’t even raise her head to reply, just turned it sideways to gaze up at me miserably, tears welling in her eyes, gave me a fake laugh and replied listlessly, sarcasm dripping in her voice, “Oh yeah, it was just swell.”

“You wanna tell me what happened?” I asked, even though it was likely the same as always… some cheerleader or other making Hailey’s life a nightmare.

Tears streamed down her face as she blabbered, “The cheerleaders were picking on me again. This time they were mocking my appearance, calling me trellis-face.”

Now Hailey was a pretty girl, not with the beauty of a classic model, but more in the girl next door sort of way. Braces were an unfortunate senior year distraction from her lovely smile… when she even had a smile, which hadn’t been often since the beginning of the school year.

“Hailey, you know those insults they toss at you are nothing but jealousy. You shouldn’t be concerned by a word they say,” I suggested, remembering from my own experience that high school could be hell.

“I know, Mom, I try not to care. But the constant teasing and ridicule is exhausting me, and no one stands up for me because they don’t want to be targets too,” she said, clearly upset. She finally summoned the energy to push herself to an upright sitting position.

I sighed, “I understand honey. I was picked on in high school too.”

“You were?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yes, I was picked on because my chest developed so early,” I said, recalling the girls calling me a slut because I had a huge chest.

“Well, unfortunately I didn’t inherit that trait,” she said, looking down at her own, rather flat, chest, which I thought looked lovely on her ultra-slender body.

“Trust me,” I said, “I wish I hadn’t. My boobs are much more a burden than a perk.”

“How?” she asked.

“They’re heavy to carry around all day, which is why I have back problems,” I said.

“But all the cheerleaders have big breasts,” she said.

“Well, don’t worry, they’ll be paying for life for that high school popularity privilege,” I said, as I moved behind her and gave her a shoulder massage.

“I guess,” she said, my predictions of the future not making her present feel any better.

I said, “Look Hailey, you’re a beautiful girl inside and out. If these girls are teasing you then it’s because they know you’re better than they are. They pick on you, trying to increase their own self-esteem. So you shouldn’t hate them, you should pity them for being so shallow.”

She stood up and nodded, “Yeah, you’re right Mom, and you usually are.”

“I’m always right,” I joked, giving her a big hug, even as I saw the insecurity in her eyes.

…..

The next day, I decided to meet Kim right after school. I would confront these cheerleader bitches and put them in their place. I left my law office early, and reached the school a couple minutes after the final bell.

I sighed, knowing I would have to park a couple blocks away and walk which wasn’t a big deal other than that I was in four inch heels and my usual lawyer attire.

As I walked, I could feel the eyes of horny teenage boys checking me out which, I have to admit, I kind of enjoyed. I felt like I’d been single a long time, burying my life in my work and my daughter, after my husband had died of a heart attack at work three years ago.

As I reached the school I saw Hailey waiting near the bus stop, and three cheerleaders, all blonde and gorgeous (so stereotypically cheerleaders it was ridiculous) chatting with her.

Well, ‘chatting’ would be a charitable description. As I got closer, I could see the one talking to Hailey was slightly taller than her and that Hailey was looking down to avoid eye contact as the blonde literally talked down at her.

I walked faster, wanting to stop this right here and now.

Reaching them, I said, trying to be pleasant, managing not to glare at the blonde bitches, “Hi, Hailey, who are your friends?”

The blonde looked surprised for a brief moment, before she introduced herself, all sweet and genuine all of a sudden, “Hi, I’m Megan and you must be Mrs. Foster.”

“I am,” I nodded, having kept the ‘Mrs.’ even though it had been a few years since my husband’s untimely passing.

“We were just suggesting your daughter consider joining the cheerleader squad,” Megan said, smiling in a way that I knew casino siteleri from my years of experience was as fake as they get.

“Is that so?” I asked, seeing through the fake smile and my tone signalling that.

“Yes, we would love to have her,” Megan continued, her smile on full charm.

“Well, I’m sure she will consider it,” I said, before turning to my daughter and asking, “Are you ready to go?”

Hailey just nodded and I turned and walked away even as Megan called out, her tone strange, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Heather.” I flinched at the unwelcome familiarity of using my first name, but decided not to make a scene.

I turned back, even though I shouldn’t have given her the attention, and the blonde waved at me. I maintained polite control and waved back, and once we’d progressed far enough on the sidewalk toward the car I remarked, “She is quite the charmer.”

Hailey scoffed, “Yeah, she did ask me to join the team today. To be their towel girl. As you were coming up, she was explaining that a loser like me wouldn’t get a better offer from anybody.”

“Oh honey,” I said, seeing how hurt she was yet again, “Don’t let them get to you. They’re enjoying their brief time at the top of the food chain, but at the ten year reunion they’ll all be fat and married to losers.”

“There is no way I’m going to a reunion,” Hailey said.

“Oh, you may change your mind when you become a successful lawyer, with a hot husband and adorably cute kids,” I joked, even though I knew she hadn’t yet decided to follow in my footsteps and study law.

“Maybe I can show up in court to prosecute them and put them all in jail one day,” Hailey joked, finally smiling.

“That would be awesome,” I laughed as we reached the car. “Do you want to go out for pizza?”

“Sure,” she nodded, pizza being her favourite food.

…..

It was two days later, when something, seemingly trivial at first, forever changed my life.

I was at work, just getting ready to shut down my laptop for the day, when I got an email that was entitled MUST READ. I didn’t recognize the email address (QueenM), but since our firm had amazing junk protection I assumed it was important. I was also curious by both the name QueenM and the heading.

I clicked on the email and read it.

If you’re reading this then your curiosity got the better of you.

‘It was weird how she knew that,’ I thought to myself before proceeding to read the rest of the message.

I want you to open up a chat (at the link below) and message me so we can talk easily. If you’re still curious, and I know you are, you’ll message me NOW!!!

QueenM

I reread it twice and for some reason I was curious and it’s not like I was busy. Hailey had debate club practice after school and wouldn’t be home until six.

So I closed out my email and opened up the chat, had to create a profile which took a couple of minutes (I thought online chat had died when Yahoo changed). Once done, I searched for QueenM and hit enter.

ProudMom: QueenM?

I waited a few minutes, just long enough that I began getting ready to leave when I got a message back.

QueenM: Very good 🙂

Curious who I was talking to, my first question was obvious.

ProudMom: Who are you?

QueenM: That isn’t important. What is important is that you need me. Think of me as your Fairy Godmother.

Already I was intrigued by this person, even as alarm bells went off all over the place.

ProudMom: Fairy Godmother?

QueenM: I want to know if you are bored with your life.

I read her question and pondered it. The question was as simplistic as it comes and yet the answer was as complex as they come.

ProudMom: I’m fine.

QueenM: FINE!!! Fine is the word that never means fine. It means you’re bored, or bitter, or lonely… you are in desperate need of a change.

I sighed. The truth was, she was right. My life was boring. Since David had died my life was 100% routine. Get up, work out, shower, make breakfast, chat briefly with Hailey, go to work, come home, make supper, chat with Hailey a bit more, watch some television, read a book, do any work that needed to be done for upcoming cases and go to bed. Christ, I hadn’t even bothered to masturbate in a couple of months. I hadn’t had sex in over two years and hadn’t come from sex since before David died (I had indulged in a single one night stand a year after David died, but guilt had riddled me for so long afterwards I had sworn off men ever since).

Yet, suddenly, I was worried. Who could this be? A co-worker? An ex-client?

ProudMom: How do I know you?

QueenM: You don’t. But I know you. You live your life for other people, never for yourself.

That was true. Yet how could she know slot oyna that? Worried that this conversation was happening at work, as well as with someone I didn’t know, I knew I needed to put an end to it.

ProudMom: I have to go.

QueenM: It’s alright. I understand. You’re scared. That is natural. You are free to continue your boring, humdrum life! Ta ta!

I stared at the words for a couple of minutes… words that sank into me like daggers. It wasn’t until the words were thrown at me that I realized the banality of my job.

I was a lawyer, yes.

But I was a corporate lawyer.

And my job was indeed almost always boring.

I should have closed the chat and headed home, but I didn’t.

ProudMom: How do you know I have a humdrum life?

I waited a couple minutes, just staring at the screen waiting for a response.

QueenM: 99% of women have a humdrum life. They have a boring job, they live with a man they used to love, they have sex once a month, and they either reminisce about when they were young and carefree, or they bury their lives in their work and children… never really living for themselves.

A chill went up my spine. She had nailed me precisely, other than the husband part, which wasn’t true. When he was alive our sex life was still very passionate. He knew my needs and desires. He knew that at work I was a no-nonsense lawyer who was always in charge and had to be very assertive in a still mainly boys’ club.

Yet in the bedroom, I wanted him to be in charge. I liked being used as a slut… I craved being called names and fucked hard and rough.

My panties dampened as I reminisced about David treating me like a complete slut just a couple days before he died. That day he’d made me wear a schoolgirl uniform and he played the teacher. He fucked my face while holding both pigtails, he then bent me over my desk and pounded my ass while talking dirty to me.

I came three times.

I hadn’t come from sex since.

ProudMom: And how do you know this?

QueenM: Psychology class and experience.

ProudMom: How old are you?

QueenM: 18

Oh, God. I was talking to someone the same age as my daughter.

QueenM: But I’m wise beyond my years.

ProudMom: Why did you email me?

QueemM: Fate.

What a strange answer.

ProudMom: Fate???

QueenM: I just typed an email address in randomly and sent the message.

No way? This is all a coincidence?

ProudMom: Really?

QueenM: I don’t even know where you live.

ProudMom: Where do you live?

QueenM: Canada.

I lived in Boston.

QueenM: So… are you bored with the same thing day in and day out?

If you would have asked me fifteen minutes ago I would have said no.

Yet somehow, this weird conversation with a complete stranger was stirring my thoughts in areas I never thought about, had me questioning that.

ProudMom: Well, I never really thought about it but I kinda am.

I was wondering where this was going.

QueenM: Well, my dear, that’s why I’m here. I’d like to fix that and help make your everyday life fun again.

Having an 18-year-old calling me ‘dear’ was strange.

Having an 18-year-old complete stranger tell me she could make my life fun again was even stranger.

Curiosity getting the better part of me again, I responded.

ProudMom: How would you do that?

QueenM: It’s quite simple. I’ll give you daily tasks to do and if you complete them I’ll give you a reward. If you fail, you’ll be punished.

Now after that message I knew I should have clicked the exit button. Yet, I hadn’t been punished since before David died. He’d always loved to push my limits… a butt plug in a court room, a vibrating egg at a Christmas party, coating my face with cum and making me parade it around in public when we were in Europe. Each of these were humiliating, yet doubly stimulating and eventually built to my most intense climaxes.

ProudMom: You have me curious.

QueenM: I know I do.

ProudMom: So what kind of punishments?

QueenM: Interesting you ask that first.

ProudMom: I like to know what I’m getting myself into.

QueenM: Intense orgasms… if you’re a good girl. Intense orgasms in public if you’re bad.

I froze. The innuendo had been there…. But there it was… out in the open. I was having a sexual conversation with an 18-year-old.

Even though my pussy was leaking slightly in my panties and this was the most excited I’d been sexually since before David died, I canlı casino siteleri knew I had to end this now.

ProudMom: I need to go now.

QueenM: This is a one-time offer. If you’re interested, which we both know you are, I expect to see you online at 9 o’clock your time. THIS IS AN ORDER! If not, I’ll find another lonely housewife to give my attention to.

Before I could respond she signed out.

My head was spinning and being horny, I closed my eyes and slid my fingers inside my panties.

In a couple of minutes I came… hard.

Once I recovered, I shook my head. Shit, I really needed to get laid.

No longer horny, I told myself I had no intention of ever going back online.

That night, I asked my daughter, “So how was your day?”

“Strange,” Hailey answered.

“How so?” I asked, thinking it couldn’t be as strange as mine.

“Megan complimented me,” she said.

“How?”

“Said she liked my skirt and told me she was impressed that I put in the effort to wear pantyhose.”

“That is weird,” I said, even though I had always promoted wearing hosiery. For Hailey I suggested sheer pantyhose as they were soft, sexy and showcased her legs… while also disguising how pale her skin was… like me she didn’t tan, she burned. I, on the other hand, wore only thigh high stockings or a garter-belt and stockings for a couple of reasons: David had had a silk stocking fetish and insisted my cunt always be easily accessible (his words) and I loved the secret rebellion that underneath my conservative business woman attire I was dressed sexy in lacy bras, thongs and thigh high stockings. I didn’t even own anything you could call sensible underwear.

“I know,” she nodded. “She and the other cheerleaders were super nice.”

“Maybe they finally saw the real you.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, clearly not convinced.

“Well, today was a good day, then,” I said.

We had dinner, talked about the debate tournament she was competing in in a couple of weeks and chatted about different colleges and which ones she was leaning towards for next fall.

It was weird that in a few months I would be utterly alone.

I felt depressed.

For the next couple hours I pondered my future… alone. Hailey was definitely going to a school far from home on a full scholarship. Academically she was assured of a very bright future.

Soon I would be home alone.

Suddenly, the strange and surreal chat session with a stranger from Canada intrigued me. Suddenly it was something that I could hold on to once Hailey was gone.

It was a few minutes before nine when I grabbed my laptop and logged in.

ProudMom: Hi.

I waited for fifteen minutes, watching the end of The Goldbergs and reminiscing about the eighties when life was so much easier.

Finally she responded.

QueenM: Sorry I was late… I was training a new pet.

A new ‘pet’. The term sent a chill up my spine.

ProudMom: Oh.

QueenM: I knew you would make it.

ProudMom: That makes one of us.

QueenM: Why did you choose to?

ProudMom: I don’t know.

QueenM: That is not a real answer.

ProudMom: Curiosity.

QueenM: What are u curious about?

ProudMom: U!!!

QueenM: Well every time you obey a task I will answer one question you have.

ProudMom: What kind of tasks?

QueenM: Oh, a wide range.

ProudMom: Like?

QueenM: First off, I want you to describe yourself to me.

I thought about lying, but I had the feeling she’d know I was lying to her… somehow.

ProudMom: I’m 5’5″, blue eyes, red hair, I usually wear it up, but when down it reaches to the center of my back.

QueenM: Mmmmm, you sound pretty hot.

All of a sudden I was blushing. It had been years, back when my husband was alive, since I’d been complimented like that (although that was partly my fault as I avoided any sort of intimacy, even in conversation). It took me a while to realize she’d sent another message.

QueenM: You didn’t tell me your cup size.

I didn’t feel comfortable telling her that, but then she added….

QueenM: I know you might not wanna tell me, but if you obey I’ll reward you for being a good girl.

As I read the words I felt a little surge of electricity go through me and the reward had me super curious as I remembered, and even became the submissive I used to be… something I had controlled and ignored the past couple of years.

Figuring talking to a girl in another country was a rather casual way to pull myself back into my submissive past I figured why not answer.

ProudMom: I’m a 30E.

QueenM: You’re shitting me!

I smiled. My breasts had always been an asset. Although the last couple years I had hidden their size with my choice of business outerwear.

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Angela’s Graduation Present Ch. 2

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The sun came streaming though the window and at first Angela wasn’t quite sure where she was. Sometimes you have that sense of disorientation the first thing in the morning.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Angela started to recall the events of the previous day. It started with the plane flight to New York as part of the High School graduation present from her Uncle Denis. He was her mother’s brother, just one year older, and her mother’s favorite in a large and raucous family.

Angel remembered the drive to South Hampton in the Mercedes, the pool party that night, sneaking glasses of champagne and flirting with her Uncle’s friend. Her Uncle was very angry; she remembered being dragged by the ear into a cabana and spanked by her Uncle D for misbehaving.

In this half awake – half sleep state Angela remembered even more: coming back to the carriage house, more champagne, having to undress in the living room, wearing only a bra and garter belt and stockings, all in white, “like a virgin” from the song by Madonna.

She was a virgin, and she was totally embarrassed when Uncle made her put her foot up on the coffee table. Angela was very aroused, having to stand in that obscene position for the first time. She was a natural blonde and her pubic hair was very sparse. She was sure Uncle could see the beginning of her wetness, her labia starting to glisten, and she was totally humiliated, knowing that her Uncle knew what a hot little piece she was. The embarrassment turned to serious arousal as Angela started to recall her Uncle Denis kissing her pussy, teasing her clit with just the tip of his tongue.

By the time Uncle Denis carried her into the bedroom and undressed very very quickly, she was very very wet. She kissed the tip of his penis, wanted to take him into her mouth, wanted to make him ejaculate in her mouth so she could swallow his cum, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Not this time, my darling niece. We can save that for later. There are plenty of things we can save for later.”

It was her first time and Uncle began very gently. He was bigger, thicker than the boys she jerked off on high school dates, and she winced as he broke her cherry. But it didn’t hurt as much as the girls said it would. Then he was into her deeply. First, her knees up to her chest, and then Uncle Denis made her cross her legs and put them over his shoulders.

None of the girls ever told her about being fucked in that position. Uncle’s cock was very thick and she remembered how much it burned when he fucked her like that, and how much she liked the pain.

Yes, Angela like the pain, liked being filled with her Uncle Denis’s thick cock and liked it even more when Uncle Denis made her cross her wrists over her head. He held her like that, in that submissive casino siteleri position, and then he fucked her savagely.

Angela remembered whimpering, calling his name over and over, as her orgasm began, as she felt his hot cum inside of her.

The bed was warm, toasty, very comfortable, as the memories flooded back. Uncle Denis was still asleep, his arm around her, his hand on her small shapely breast. Thinking about what had happened, feeling his chest against her back, his soft penis against her ass, made her tingle in anticipation.

Uncle kissed her shoulder, very lightly, nuzzled her ear, to tell her he was awake.

“You’re very beautiful, my darling princess. Very sexy, not a little girl any more.” There was blood on the insides of her thighs and the towel under her ass to prove what he said was true.

He kissed her again, and she felt his penis begin to stir. It felt so nice, pressing against the crack of Angela’s sexy ass. It would be nice to stay in that position forever.

“No such luck,” he whispered, as if reading her mind, and then he teased her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “This is your next lesson.”

Before Angela could protest, her Uncle Denis shook off the covers and dragged her to the edge bed, stood up, moved her into position, making her kneel with her ass up and her head down. Uncle started with the lightest touch possible, just at the base of her spine, where she was most sensitive.

“Please,” she started to say.

“Don’t say a word, not now, not until this is over.”

There was no other sound in the room, just the beating of her heart. Then he began again, at the base of her spine, with that light, maddening touch. Back and forth, just floating across her skin, tormenting her, tickling her, slowly driving her crazy.”

“Please, Uncle Denis,” she started to say again, but he slapped her on the ass before she could finish.

“Not another word, or I’ll put a gag in your mouth.” And then he slapped her on the ass again, even harder.

Angela often had dreamed about that, alone in bed at night, that her Uncle Denis would make her kneel so that he could fuck her doggy style. She would lay in bed and dream about being made to kneel, feeling her Uncle’s thick cock in her tight pussy, being slapped on her ass over and over again as her Uncle Denis fucked her. She would touch herself and dream, and finally have an orgasm as she imagined her Uncle Denis shooting his hot cum deep into her tight pussy.

Then silence, only the sound of the air conditioner in the carriage house.

She wasn’t sure how long he stood there, just behind her, looking at her, studying her, as she knelt at the edge of the bed.

Then Angela felt the touch again, this time along the groove of her ass. slot oyna He started at the bottom, just behind her pussy, and slowly traced a long line up to the base of her spine. How could he move his hand so slowly, yet still retain contact with her body? With out breaking contact, his fingers made the slow trip south along the same sensitive path. By the time his fingers reached the end of their journey, her pussy was already wet. She hoped he would enter her, that he would play with her, or tease her clitoris. No such luck.

There was a pause for a moment. She could hear him walking away from the bed. She didn’t hear anything for almost a minute, before his almost silent return. If she had to guess, she was sure he had gone to get the tube of lube she had seen in his shaving case, the same KY her mom kept in the night table next to her bed at home.

More silence, and then Uncle Denis’s touch, just two fingers, on the cheeks of her ass. She knew immediately that she would blush, then instantly felt her face turn red as he spread the cheeks of her ass, as he exposed her anus. And the little 18 year old wasn’t ready for the first cold on the pucker of her asshole.

He applied more lube, directly from the tube, be fore he put the KY on the bed next to her leg. He kept the cheeks of her ass open, and she waited in anticipation. Angel was an anal virgin, and she was starting to get nervous. Then Uncle used his finger tip again, slowly teasing her intimate place. There was almost no pressure at first, as he moved his finger tip in a slow circle. Then she felt the slightest pressure against the pucker, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to enter her. Yes, this was what she needed to feel, this is what he needed to do to her. Then a little bit more pressure, and his finger tip was in her, but only by a fraction of an inch.

Some of her high school friends said it really hurt to get fucked in the ass, and a sense of fear came over Angela. This was certainly different than getting a cold skinny thermometer stuck up her butt the last time she went for a physical.

Her sphincter was tight, squeezed him, gripped his finger, the way it would later when he fucked her ass very slowly, very lovingly. But for this moment he was only teasing her, arousing her, getting her ready.

He withdrew his finger, applied more lube, and his finger was back inside of her. There was more urgency now in his touch, more pressure with his finger as he went into her up to the knuckle.

“I’ll be gentle, my sweet,” he whispered as he kissed her sexy hip. Then Uncle started the circling motion, opening her, preparing her. Angela tried to let herself relax, told herself it couldn’t really hurt, that her Uncle Denis would never really hurt her, or if it did hurt, she could bear canlı casino siteleri the pain because she wanted to please him. And then another voice told her that she really did want the pain, that she really did want to feel her Uncle Denis’s fullness when he fucked her back there the first time.

“You can never use enough lube,” Angela remembered reading in one her mom’s Cosmopolitan magazines. It was in an article about pleasing your man by giving him anal sex. Angela was sure men didn’t read Cosmopolitan, or if they did, they didn’t really care all that much if they hurt you or not. But then Uncle took his finger out, and held the cheeks of her sexy ass open, and applied more ice cold lube directly to her asshole, to make it as easy as possible her first time.

There was another moment of silence, and then Angela felt the head of his penis against the cheeks of her ass. He applied some more lube, Angela was glad of that. Then she felt his thumbs, opening her, exposing her. Then his penis, she was sure he was guiding it with one hand, as he pressed against her sphincter.

“Just relax and exhale,” and it worked like magic. He was inside of her, just barely. He was so thick that she gasped, as she felt her sphincter muscle grip the crown of his penis.

Uncle gave her a moment to catch her breath, and slowly, steadily, he began to fill her with his thick erect penis. By the time he had hit bottom, there was a certain fullness she could not quite describe. And then the pain which wasn’t really a pain, at least not to her.

Then he began the in and out. At first the strokes were slow, deep, and steady.

“Play with yourself,” Uncle Denis ordered, and slapped her on the ass again. So Angela reached between her legs as they fucked. She stroked her clit as he picked up the pace, and she guessed he would last only a few minutes in her tight, sexy virgin asshole.

For a while her Uncle Denis was able to keep the strokes deep and slow, but as he began to build to his climax, he fucked her harder, more rapidly, and she responded by slapping her pussy, matching the tempo of his strokes as he drove his cock deep into her ass.

The last minute was like a blur. Uncle Denis fucked her harder and harder, her clit was rock hard and almost on fire, as his penis went deeper and deeper. She felt almost numbness inside before the explosion, and then she heard him whimper.

All he said was “Oh, my G-d,” and then the short, stabbing, very rapid strokes, and she felt the hot cum in her ass, and then the little girl felt her own explosion.

They both fell forward on the bed. Every nerve in Angela’s body was on edge. She could feel his chest against her back, his belly against her ass, his legs against her legs. Then he kissed her tenderly on the shoulder, covered her outstretched arms with his own.

“I hope you enjoyed that, my little darling,” was all he said when it was over. There wasn’t anything else that really needed to be said.

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Angel’s Love for Daddy Ch. 1

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I remember lying in bed at night listening to my parents make love. The moaning and sex talk would drive me nearly insane, leaving me hot and bothered until the day I found my hands rubbing my wetness. My Daddy would call my mother names that excited me. He would use the same tone with me when he spanked my bottom; little did he know with each swat my panties would become wetter.

I would understand just how much I loved my Daddy after my 18th birthday. His tall broad frame held love, comfort and discipline that I desperately craved from him.

As time passed the love making noises had come to a stop, mother was too busy with her work and friends to take care of Daddy like he needed. I found out how much he needed when I would spy him stroking himself while sitting on the end of their bed. He would slowly stroke his shaft while I secretly stood in the hallway rubbing my wetness. I knew it was not right for me to watch him.

One Saturday morning after my mother went to work I snuck upstairs to watch him. There he was freshly out of the shower, his white robe open, big firm fist sliding up casino oyna and down his shaft. Daddy was so beautiful, strong, and sexy; it took all I had not to run in the room to help him. Although once I was there I wasn’t sure what I would do, or what to do. I did not have to wait long to find out.

“Angle, why don’t you come sit next to Daddy? Aren’t you tired of always standing out there watching?” His voice startled me; I felt a twinge of something deep inside me making my vagina contract.

“Don’t be shy honey, you’ve been watching Daddy for some time now. Come closer and kneel in front of me.” Without hesitation I knelt in front of my Daddy his throbbing manhood only inches from my face. A strong urge surged through me to reach out and touch it, but I looked up at him first.

“Daddy can I touch it,” holding my breath in anticipation for him to answer. I felt his hand against my chubby little cheek with a feather light touch he strokes my face, his thumb barely gliding across my curious lips. He smiled down at me and I felt the love in his stare.

“Oh, my angel face, I have waited for slot oyna this moment for so very long.” He took my small hand in his larger one, slowly letting me grasp his hot member while his hand closed over mine. His eyes closed, he moaned loudly as I began my first journey into loving Daddy to the fullest.

I watched his face change as his thickness increased, my face flushed as he instructed me what to do next. “Angel, you are being very naughty with Daddy. What would you like to do?”

I waited for moment before answering, feeling a wetness between my legs and an ache I had never felt so strong before. “I want to kiss it Daddy, like you used to tell mommy to do in the night.”

“Is that all you want my little cock kitten?”

Venturing even further, “Daddy, will you please touch me like a woman, please, just once?” I looked up at him with my big brown eyes, so trusting, needy and ready to please.

Knowing my Daddy the way I do I knew he would agree when I give him “the look”. He picked me up off the floor gently laying me on the bed next to him. My face still close to his pulsating canlı casino siteleri member; my hand firmly grasped around him slowly gliding up and down his pretty hot cock. “Kiss it my little baby, kiss Daddy’s cock and tell me what you think of it.” My head lowered as I placed little baby kisses all over the big purple head as my lips touched his pee hole I tasted my first drop of Daddy’s love juice. Licking my lips as he watched, “Oh my naughty little angle loves her Daddy’s cock, baby you make me so happy. Now put the head in your little mouth for me, show your Daddy how much you love him.”

I felt his fingers sliding up and down my newly awakened sex, finding my special button. I heard him moan loudly as he picked my up setting me on his face. His fingers splayed open my flowering little pussy while he began kissing my button sending wonderful sensations throughout my body making my nipples tighten. My mouth descended on my Daddy’s big purple head as I tried to fit it all in my stretched mouth.

“Oh Daddy, that feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“That’s it baby girl suck your Daddy’s big cock head, tell him how much you are going to love being my little cock sucking slut.” With these powerful words I felt my body begin to convulse in my first orgasm, which Daddy quickly lapped up.

Continued

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Exploring Another Female’s Cunt

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I loved having sleep overs with my best friend Samantha, better known has Sam, when I was young. She was my best friend, and we did everything together. I do mean everything.

One night I asked her over. We always liked to steal my older brothers pornos on Friday and Saturday nights and sit in my big bed and watch them together.

We were both in our PJ’s. Me in my white nightgown, and her in her cute pink shorts and tank top set. She was looking particularly nice that night. You could see her small, but perky, breasts pushing against the thin pink fabric of her tank top. Her hard nipples bulging. and Sam had the most incredible legs. She was short, but they were better than any legs you’d find on a taller girl. They were long, silky smooth. Beautiful thighs, and nice curvy hips. You couldn’t help but to stare at her when you saw her. Her face was plain, but beautiful when observed up close. She had beautiful brown golden eyes with long eye lashes. A cute little nose, and nice puffy full lips. Her hair was a golden brown to match her eyes, shoulder length and soft as satin.

I was feeling rather good myself. I wore my sexy short white nighty just for her. We’d both went shopping a few days before for clothes we both thought looked sexy on each other. She picked out this white nighty for me, and when purchasing it she whispered in my ear that she wanted to see me in it very soon. So after my shower the night of the sleep over I slipped into it as a surprise, and when walking out of my bathroom (which is ajoined to my bedroom) she had a look of sheer surprise on her face. She sat staring at it, almost see threw. Sticking to my wet body. My C cup breasts pushing against the fabric. My big brown nipples were clearly visible. My hair was still wet and lay dripping on my shoulders. I could tell she liked what she saw by the way she was squirming in my bed.

I decided to start the night I knew was ahead of us a little early. My parents and brother were both out of town, just as they were every weekend, visiting my mothers mom. I walked over to my beautiful female friend, and crawled on the bed on my hands and my knees casino siteleri in front of her. Letting the front of my nighty hang low to purposely expose my perky full breasts.

I crawled up in her lap. Her legs stretched out in between my legs. I kissed her lightly. Biting her bottom lip. Then sat up straight in her lap, my legs folded at my side. Sitting in her lap facing her I made riding motions over her body. Moving my body slowly back and forth. I wrapped my arms around her neck. Pulling her head forward letting her smell the scent of my body. Her mouth and head just inches away from my breasts.

I slowly crawled off of her. Pulling her down on the bed so she lay flat on her back. I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out two pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs we’d purchased a few months back. I took her hands and bound them to the bed with the handcuffs. I then took two scarves from the same drawer and tied her legs spread apart so that she couldn’t move. I slowly kissed her from her mouth to her neck biting, and nibbling as I went. Teasing her because thats exactly what she liked. I slowly reached up her tight little tank top and grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard and rough. Letting her have a moan or two. I pulled her tank top above her breasts and lightly flicked my tongue over her extremely hard nipples. Teasing her more I ran my tongue down over her stomach. Down to the rim of her pink shorts. I ran my tongue along the rim, from left to right. Then slowly pulled down her shorts to her ankles. Running my tongue down her inner thighs, over her knees, to her ankles, and back up.

I finally reached her neatly shaven pussy, now nice and wet. Glistening with her lovely juices which I could already smell. So sweet. I slowly parted her beautiful pussy lips exposing her cute little cunt. I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit. and she let out a loud moan lifting her body to meet my mouth.

I placed my thumb on her clit and rubbed gently as I went lower to taste inside her tight little cunt, which was virgin besides our constant finger fuck fests.. I dove my tongue deep inside her and pushed my slot oyna thumb harder down on her clit, moving rapidly making her moan and scream my name. “Oh gawd Nikki Oh gawd, treat me like the little slut I want to be”. At her request I did just so. I took my free hand which was previously rubbing my own clit secretly between my legs… And plunged 2 fingers deep into her aching cunt. Fucking her as hard as I could with my long fingers. Rubbing her from the inside. Sucking and biting her clit hard.

Her moaning and panting increased and I knew she was close to cumming. It was because of this I quickly stopped all motion. I started slowly licking back up her body. Over her stomach which made it quiver with pleasure… Between her perky breasts which were rising and falling with every deep breath. Up her neck and finally to her mouth. Kissing her hard with every bit of sexual desire within me.

I then straddled her, my pussy on top of hers. Slowly rocking back in forth putting pressure on her aching throbbing clit. Making her moan and beg for me to finish her off.

I took a dildo out of my sex toy drawer, the same from which the handcuffs and scarves came. I quickly positioned my body in a 69 over hers. Sam always wanted me to use the dildo on her, because she’d never had more than my fingers in her before. She’d been begging me for months, but I always refused. I wanted to wait until I knew she’d do anything for me if I used it on her. So I told her that I’d fuck her with my dildo as long as she ate out my already wet pussy.

I knew this would be a treat for me because Sam never really liked to eat pussy. She mostly just liked to use toys on me. I was always trying to find ways to get her to eat me out, because when she did do it it was fucking awesome.

Anyway. She raised her head what little bit she could to meet my extremely wet shaven pussy. She slowly positions her puffy full lips over my round pinkish red clit and sucked and nibbled. I moaned loud and proceeded to fuck her with my 8 inch dildo which I so very much adored.

I positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly pushing canlı casino siteleri it into her. I knew I had to be gentle because she was after all a virgin for the most part. She immediately let out a slight moan, and I stopped. Not in fear of it hurting her, but only because as she moaned. She stopped eating my pussy. She hurriedly placed her mouth back on my pussy. And shoved her strong tongue into my hole. I moaned loud, and forcefully pushed the head of the dildo into her pussy. She moaned on my clit, letting me feel the vibrations of it. Which triggered yet another moan from me. I slowly pushed the dildo deeper within her. Her tight cunt gripping the dildo which was considerably wider than the 2 fingers I normally used on her.

I continued to slowly inch the dildo all the way into her pussy until it was all the way in. I then began moving the dildo in and out, loosening up her tense cunt. She was moaning more and more, biting my clit harder everytime I pushed more of the dildo into her pussy, until the entire 8 inches was deep within her.

She took her mouth off my pussy long enough to utter the words. “I want you to fuck me hard now, I want it. I can take it. Fuck me.” and I immediately started ramming the dildo in and out of her still tight pussy. She began moaning and screaming, tearing up my pussy. I was moaning. Fucking her with all my might just to keep her going at my pussy. I felt myself coming near a cum and forced my pussy down closer to her mouth. I could tell she was close to cumming too. I fucked her faster and harder. Her hips raised and and she dug into my pussy moaning and screaming into me. Just as I came, she came. I immediately took the dildo out of her pussy and licked her cunt clean. Lapping up ever drop of cum I possibly could, and massaging her now sensitive clit with my tongue.

I raised myself off of her and went up to kiss her, but stopped myself. I reached down and picked up the wet dildo off the bed and placed it at her lips.

I slowly inched the dildo into her mouth letting her taste her own sweet salty cum. Inching it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Down her throat. I liked watching her suck this dildo. I imagined having a man there with us. Enjoying my beautiful little sluts mouth around his cock. Coaxing his cum out of it.

It was then that I decided I’d have to find a man to enjoy our pleasures.

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“I want to be naked with you,” I whined to Marty, “is there any night we can be together? Maybe spend the night in a motel?”

I already knew the answer. His wife, Miriam, told me she will intentionally be out of town Friday night so I could lure her husband to the motel. It was simply a matter of Marty working up enough nerve to meet me in public instead of the backseat of his car. I hoped he would say “NO” to my request to ease my guilty conscience.

Miriam knew of a motel on the outskirts of town called ‘The SixtyNiner’ that featured special ‘adult themed rooms.’ She had said when the time comes, she will reserve the ‘Mirror-Mirror on the Wall’ room. The walls and ceiling consisted of nothing but mirrors.

“Mirrors?” I’d asked her. “That might be fun for us, but how does that help with your plan?”

And then I suddenly thought of something: “Oh my goodness, you’re going to be behind one of those mirrors watching us, aren’t you?”

She leaned into me and with that patented look of sneering derision on her twisted face whispered, “Don’t be ridiculous, I am not wasting an entire evening watching two needle-dick faggots squirting puny loads…I don’t have to be there in-person-“

She abruptly stopped talking and changed the subject, but she had said enough for me to figure it out: I was sure there would be camera’s behind those mirrors taping everything Marty and I did.

I was now convinced her plan was to humiliate Marty during divorce proceedings in open court with the videos. Bitter and nasty revenge on her husband of twenty-years…his crime? Hiding from her the fact he is gay, and always has been.

The woman was consumed with a seething rage. She felt he duped her into a loveless marriage; twenty-years of unsatisfactory sex because of his natural aversion to women and his pathetically small prick. She wanted to destroy Marty in public; something I felt absolutely miserable about being a part of.

Marty stopped sucking me long enough to say, “Oh yes, I’d l-o-v-e that too…” but then took a deep breath and swallowed my hard cock again without answering the question.

In just four backseat trysts with Marty, he had changed from a shy, gay-denying forty-year-old man into a ravenous cock-slut; a natural ‘bottom’ hungry to make up for all his years in the closet.

Tonight, for example, no sooner had we climbed into his car that he was frantically fumbling with the belt on my slacks; if I hadn’t helped him he would have torn and ripped my pants in his effort to get at my penis. After forty-years of denying his love of cock, he couldn’t get enough of it now, and I was totally to blame.

For my own comfort, I rationalized his new-found behavior by thinking it a good thing; that I did him a huge favor by allowing him to express his true sexuality, but in the back of my mind I wondered what price that evil bitch-of-a-wife of his would make him pay.

I really don’t have a choice in this, I tell myself over-and-over. If Miriam complains to my boss, Tommy, the good life I have known will be over. I will lose my apartment and car, and in all likelihood end up homeless, hustling handjobs and bj’s in sleazy bars for disgusting old men.

Yes, I am a sharp and intelligent guy, but I don’t know how to do anything else. If I don’t follow through with this, in my next career I will be asking people “Do you want fries with that?”

“Ohhhh Marty, that is so-goood,” I moan when I feel my balls begin to rise.

I open my eyes to see his movements. There is something sooo sexy about watching a man’s head rising and falling in your lap.

His serpentine-like tongue causes a shiver of delight to race up my spine. I have taught him well. He has become an excellent cocksucker in just four-days, but I also know, a person who truly loves what they’re doing learns very quickly.

Suddenly I feel a finger rubbing my anus. I smile in the darkness congratulating myself on this move I taught him just last night. I now close my eyes, sit back and wait for his voracious sucking to relieve the intense pressure in my balls.

My moaning becomes constant. My lower body begins writhing and grinding on the seat; I am almost there…when my hips begin thrusting upwards forcing my entire prick inside his mouth, the finger on my anus suddenly pushes thru the sphincter deep inside my asshole.

My body thrashes about uncontrollably as Marty hungrily swallows three large loads of my hot jizz then a smaller fourth and fifth then licks at the final dribbles from my shrinking penis.

Marty continues licking my sensitive flesh, cleaning it of all my juices. The man has developed an unquenchable thirst for sperm and semen.

The moment I readjust my clothing, I reach to open his belt. His hands quickly stop mine.

“Oh, uh, it’s okay, John, I’m good,” he says.

“Sweetie, I want to return the favor,” I say to him.

“Well, uh, that won’t be necessary…” he replies.

Oh my goodness…my hand sneaks below his and feels the wetness seeping thru his slacks. The dear man had gotten so excited with my prick in casino oyna his mouth he’d cum in his pants. How precious…

I kiss his cheek then whisper in his ear.

“I really would love to get naked with you…I’d love to bend you over and fuck your sweet ass until you cum…would you like to feel my cock inside you?” I ask.

“Ohhhhh…” he moans.

“We’ll do whatever you want, Marty,” I add. “Would you like me to make you my bitch for a night?”

“Ohhhh, John…I, uh, well…God yessssss…” he softly admitted.

“When, baby? Please make it soon, sweetie, I can’t wait to slide my dick in and out of your pussy!” I said darting my tongue in his ear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, God, John…how about, well, sure, how about this Friday night?” he shyly asks me.

“Sounds good to me, baby…I’ll take care of the details. You don’t have to do a thing – you won’t even see another person, okay?” I say to reassure him of his privacy.

“Oh, okay, that would be great,” he answers.

Sitting in my car, I watch Marty drive out of the parking lot then I text his wife: “Friday night is a ‘GO’ – let me know when – I already know the where.”

I look at the time and decide it’s too late to call Andy. When I get home I’ll shower then slip into the pink panties and masturbate to my hearts content. Maybe that will help make me feel better…temporarily, at least.

I arrive at the Northside fitness center at noon the next day and report to the office of a man named Anthony. There are three, very large black men in the office. I assume ‘Anthony’ is the one sitting behind the desk.

“Hi, uh, I’m John, I am supposed to start work here,” I say softly.

I watch his eyes slowly travel from my face to my crotch then back to my face.

“I know who you are,” he said gruffly. “What you waitin on boy? Get them clothes off so we can see what you got!”

I am surprised by the abruptness of his words. My hands begin to tremble as I obey his command and undress before the three men.

When I am naked he said loudly, “Clasp your hands behind your neck and spread those legs wider apart!”

I immediately did as I was told and quickly realized how vulnerable and helpless I was in this position. I became consumed with fear as the three men simply stared at my naked, white flesh. My scrotum gently swayed from side-to-side.

I asked myself: Am I an employee or a prisoner here? There was no doubt in my mind these three men could do whatever they wanted with me with no consequences.

“Whadda ya think boys?” he said to the other men.

“I wanna see that precious pussy of his that Tommy don’t want us to fuck!” said the biggest of men.

The man behind the desk barked, “You heard him boy, open those cheeks and show us that little brown hole of yours!”

I meekly said, “Yes, sir,” and bent over slightly, reached behind and placed my hands on my butt-cheeks and slowly pulled them apart.

“Give Lewis a close-up look, boy!” said the boss.

“Y-Yes, sir,” I replied and shuffled backwards until my ass was inches from the man’s face.

I could feel the man’s hot breath on my anus. Suddenly, he gripped my hips with strong hands and the wetness of his tongue pushing past my sphincter gave me an instant boner.

Just as quickly he pushed me away and they all laughed at my erection.

“Hands behind your neck again, boy!” ordered Anthony.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

The other man stood in front of me openly staring at my hard prick and swinging balls.

He took the shaft of my dick between thumb and forefinger and stroked it fast for a few seconds then simply let it go.

“Yeah, with a needle-dick like this, this boy was born to be a man’s bitch!” he said.

“What say Tony, we bend this bitch over your desk and break him in properly?” said the man named Lewis.

“You know we can’t do that, man, Tommy said we can use his mouth all we want, but the boy’s pussy is off-limits – even to the customers…”

I watched Anthony open a desk drawer and pull out what appeared to be a butt-plug with a chain and lock.

“Tommy says the boy is to wear this every minute he is here so no one will be able to fuck his sweet ass,” he said then tossed the device to Lewis.

“Spread ’em, fagboy,” said Lewis.

When the man forced the butt-plug in my ass, and locked it in place I felt a curious mixture of fear, relief, and sadly, excitement. My prick began to throb from the feeling of the fake cock on the walls of my asshole.

Anthony suddenly stood and lowered the zipper of his jeans.

He said, “Fagboy is used to blowing little white dicks…we’ll have ’em do us first so he knows what he’s in for here every day!”

“Get on your knees, boy – it’s time to take some black meat in that pretty little mouth of yours!” he ordered.

“Y-Yes, sir,” I said.

What else could I say?

The moment Anthony filled my mouth with his warm gruel I heard Lewis lower the zipper of his slacks. My prick throbbed and my balls ached for relief.

I feel kind of foolish. I don’t know slot oyna why the sound of a man lowering his zipper gets me so excited.

On the drive home, my head was in a cloudy haze and my stomach was bloated. I’d never had this much semen and sperm in my tummy at one time. The days’ events whirled through my mind making me dizzy.

Surprise number one was my uniform consisted only of a small, white jockstrap; no tee shirt – no gym shorts. I was very self-conscious of the contrast of my milky-white flesh and the charcoal darkness of the clients.

Yes, Anthony is the boss, and he stayed in the office while his two assistants, Lewis and LeSean acted as my body guards. Thank God they were with me, too…many of the clients wanted to yank the butt-plug out of me and ram their big black cocks inside me.

As it was, I think I set a personal record for the number of times I was on my knees, and the number of times I was forced to masturbate in front of groups of men.

I am exhausted and disappointed. For the amount of ‘work’ I had to do, the donations to my college fund were very small. At the Northside fitness center it would be quantity over quality every day, and I couldn’t complain for fear of losing the job.

I was opening the back door of my apartment building when the sound of a woman’s voice sent bone-chilling jolts of electricity shooting up and down my spine.

“Good timing, fagboy, I just got here myself,” said Miriam.

Her voice always reminded me of fingernails scratching a chalkboard.

I couldn’t help the flow of blood that turned my face beet red.

“M-Miriam, what are you doing here?” I timidly asked the woman standing over me. She is probably a good three-inches taller than me.

The glare from her narrowed eyes sent another chill up my spine.

“I-uh, I mean ‘Mistress Miriam’…sorry,” I said rather pathetically. “How, uh, how do you know where I live?”

“How do you think, numb-nuts!?” she coldly replied. “C’mon, take me to your apartment!”

“Oh, uh, yes Mistress Miriam,” I said, relieved no one else was nearby to hear my grovelling.

As I led the way, it occurred to me the only way she knew where I lived was through Tommy. Her hand suddenly began stroking my butt thru my slacks.

“Nice little ass, boy,” she said then pinched a cheek hard enough to make me cry-out.

Once inside my apartment I noticed the canvas bag she was carrying.

“I want to see your bedroom!” she said.

I took it as a command and instantly said, “Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

My heart sank as we walked to the bedroom.

My God, I don’t even have privacy anymore. Outside of Andy and Billy, no one has been to my place. You might call it my ‘Fortress of Solitude’…the only place in my life I can call my own; the only place I can escape the sometimes-cruel and brutal outside world.

She set the bag on the bed then casually strode about the room examining everything as if it were her own. She even opened every drawer and looked at all the contents. I’d never felt so violated.

I stood meekly in the center of the room watching her movements. Her last stop was my closet and she went thru everything on the hangars. She chuckled when she came to Andy’s favorite, my yellow nightie and panties.

She fingered the material of the panties and I heard her say, “What the hell?”

She had found the small slit on the seat of the material. It enabled me to wear the panties while Andy slid his cock in-and-out of me.

She took the nightie and panties off the hangar and tossed them at me.

“Here – put these on!” she ordered.

I stood there not able to say anything; I was at her mercy and she knew it.

“GET MOVING SISSY-BOY!” she shouted at me.

“Y-Yes – I’m sorry, Mistress Miriam!” I answered.

I guess I was too scared to feel self-conscious stripping naked before the evil witch. I hurried out of my clothes and was about to put on the nightie and panties when she stopped me.

“Go into the bathroom first…” she said then added with a sneer, “I imagine you have some sort of lubricant in there to get your little boy-pussy wet – go use it – get your cunt wet for me, sissyboy!”

The blood drained from my face. Oh my goodness, what the heck is she planning?

“Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam,” I said dejectedly and did as I was told.

To my chagrin and horror, she stood in the bathroom doorway and closely watched me.

My hands trembled as I pulled the tube and lube from a drawer. My face was burning hot as I coated the tube then bent over with spread legs and rubbed the oil onto and into my anus.

It was a procedure that took about two-minutes to complete, and she stared at me the whole time making lewd comments.

“My God, what a little faggot!”

As usual, when I pushed the tube further into my asshole my prick suddenly sprang to attention. I couldn’t have been more embarrassed.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha – look at that tiny clitty…I think my clitoris is bigger than yours!” she laughed.

I was wrong. I was now down-right humiliated.

When canlı casino siteleri I finished, she furthered my embarrassment by leading me back into the bedroom by my prick.

“Get into your outfit, my pretty little sissyboy!” she said.

“Yes, Mistress Miriam,” I said softly.

I watched her undress. OH NO, cried my mind.

“Now here is what you’re going to do Friday night with my husband – listen carefully – you’ll follow my instructions or else!” she said forcefully.

“Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam,” I said softly one more time.

“I’ve decided you’re going to make him into a sissyboy like you…” she said then out of the canvass bag she showed me a pink nightie and matching panties. “You’re going to have him wear these, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam,” I said, trying to look away as she continued undressing.

“…and I like the slit you cut into your panties – cut a slit in these so he can wear them when you fuck him!”

“Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“When you’re naked and he’s in his outfit, I want you standing and him on his knees blowing you – got it?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“I want him to swallow your first load, got it?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“When you are able to resume your activities, I want you laying on your back on the bed…bring your knees back and push them apart and order him to lick your asshole, understand me, boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“I want to see his tongue buried all the way in your hole – make him tongue-fuck your asshole, got it?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“Four-five minutes of his tongue in your hole should be good enough…now when you pop his cherry, I want him on all-fours on the end of the bed with you standing behind him, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“Tease him with your cock – make him beg you to fuck him…I want him to say it out loud – I want to hear him say ‘Please fuck my pussy with your hard cock’ – understand me, boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“…and this might be difficult, but I want him to cum in the panties while you’re fucking him – I want him shouting ‘I’m cumming in my panties – I’m cumming in my panties – I’m cumming in my panties!”

“Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“…then have him lick your asshole again until you’re hard and have him kneel between your legs on the bed and blow you one more time!”

“Y-Yes, Mistress Miriam, but, uh…”

“But what, sissyboy?”

“I, uh, I don’t know if I can get hard that many times?”

“Ha-ha-ha, yeah, well, in the bag you’re going to find two ED pills – both of you will take one the moment you get into the room, understand me, boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

“Oh, I forgot…make sure he pays plenty of attention to your balls…have him kiss and lick them…oh hell, your nut-sack is so small he may be able to take the whole thing in his mouth, got it?”

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

I was vaguely aware she was now nude, but I refused to look at her. She pulled the bedspread down and laid on her back and obscenely spread her legs wide open and lewdly stroked her pussy with her fingers.

“Kneel between my legs, cuntboy…you’re going to make me cum with your mouth or I’ll whip your ass with your own belt…and I guarantee you will not enjoy that at all!”

Noooo, I wouldn’t…

“Yes, Mistress Miriam.”

I was still splayed out on my stomach on the bed when she finished dressing. The sperm and semen inside the panties turned cold. I felt totally vanquished; defeated. I buried my face in the pillow and wanted to cry but I refused to give her the satisfaction.

I was mentally and emotionally drained. I had willfully proven to her what a dirty cum-slut I was, and she was leaving here the victor – the conqueror…every name she had called me was true…yes, I am a sissyboy-faggot – yes, I love sucking cock and taking it in my ass – yes, I am weak with absolutely no self-control…no, I am not my own man, in fact, I am not a man at all.

I felt her weight on the bed as she sat beside me. Her hand gently stroked my panty-clad buttocks. Suddenly, she raised her hand and brought it down hard on me. I yelped more out of surprise than pain.

She said, “Maybe next time I’ll lower your panties and take you across my knees and spank your little butt until it’s a glowing red…ha-ha-ha, a boy like you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

When I remained silent she shouted “WOULDN’T YOU?”

I whimpered, “Yes, Mistress Miriam, I would like that.”

Her laughter filled the apartment all the way to the front door.

I stumbled into the bathroom and gargled with mouthwash to get the nasty taste of her cunt out of my mouth. It took three tries to do it.

I filled the sink with warm water then peeled the cum-drenched panties down my legs and dropped them into the soapy water. I then stepped into the shower and got the water as hot as I could take and stood catatonic-like under the spray.

Once I had made her orgasm with my hands and mouth, she had me lick and tongue-fuck her asshole until she was once again aroused.

She then ordered me on all-fours on the end of the bed. While I waited like that, I turned my head and watched her reach into the bag and pull out the oddest contraption I’d ever seen.

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We were on our third day of me having my way with Mark. So far, I had fucked his ass nine times, cumming inside him seven times, shooting my wad on his ass twice more. He had sucked my cock five times, swallowing the load each time and he had been allowed to cum five times.

It was now three in the morning, I had gotten up to go take a leak and came back into my dorm room, and saw his perfect ass spread wide open, his legs still tied spread eagle on the bed. His hands were still tied to, exposing him completely. I reached down and gently rubbed his beautiful ass, he moaned and asked, “Are you going to fuck me again?”

I grinned to myself and asked, “Do you want me to?” Slipping my fingers between the globes of his ass, my middle finger teasing his hole.

“Either that, or,” he hesitated, “or, fuck my mouth again.”

I smiled and said, “I’ve got an idea.” I then reached over to my desk and opened the drawer, pulled out a seven inch dildo. The dildo was about two inches round and curved just like a real dick. I grabbed the lube and slicked the dildo up, then I applied some lube to Mark’s ass crack and pried his hole open just enough to squirt the lube into his butthole.

I slowly worked the dildo deep into his ass, inch by inch it disappeared into his butt.

“OH! OH! That’s fuckin’ awesome!” he groaned. “It’s huge! I love it!”

Soon, the full seven inches was in and I began to pull it out and shove it back in. First only an inch or so, then two, then three. Now I was pulling it a full six inches out and ramming it back inside his ass, with each thrust he screamed into the pillow under his face.

I now had the dildo buried completely in his butt. I grabbed the duct tape off the table and tore off a six inch strip. I then taped the dildo in place, casino siteleri using his round butt to anchor the tape down.

I walked around to the front of the bed, lifted his face up and slid the pillow under his chest so that his face was raised up. His eyes were shining and he smiled, opening his mouth as he saw my fully erect cock pointing to his lips. I slid inside his mouth, grabbing his hair and slowing moving forward. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat and he tried to gag. I didn’t pull back, I pushed harder, holding his red hair tightly in my hands. I kept pushing, he kept gagging. Spit and slobber was pouring from his mouth as he gagged more and more. When I felt his lips touch my pubic area, I began to pull back and let him catch his breath. I then rammed my cock back in, followed by more gagging and much more slobber. Tears were streaming down his face as my cock continued to bang back and forth in and out of his mouth and throat.

I continued to ram my cock down his throat until I couldn’t last much longer. I pulled out and blasted my load all over his face, coating his eyes, nose and mouth. I wiped my dripping cock up and down his face until it was drained completely.

“Thank you! Thank you! I love your cum, I love your cock,” he moaned.

I squatted down on the floor in front of him and kissed him deeply. I could taste my cum in his mouth, and the slobber he’d been coughing up. After kissing him for several minutes, I stood up and removed the ropes from his hands. I then freed his legs, leaving the seven inch dildo taped up his ass. I had him stand up on the bed, facing me. I took his five inch rock hard cock into my mouth and began to bathe his balls and shaft with my tongue.

“I can’t hold back,” he exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum soon! slot oyna Oh shit!!! Here it comes!!”

It only took about five minutes and he began to cum, filling my mouth. I took his entire load, holding it in my mouth, I laid him back down, opened his mouth and positioned my mouth over his. I then opened my mouth and allowed his cum to drip from my mouth into his. Once I was drained, I lowered my mouth and we kissed, swirling his cum between our mouths. I finally broke our kiss again and he swallowed his load.

I then climbed into bed beside him and he wrapped his arms around me. We then drifted off to sleep, the dildo still snug inside his ass.

We woke up around nine in the morning and walked down the hall to the shower, me in boxers, him naked, with the seven inch dildo still buried in his ass. As we showered, he played with my balls and cock until I blew my first load of the day. I then let him jerk himself off for me. We went back to the room and I undid the tape and slid the dildo from his butt.

“Oh, oh, man I feel so empty,” he said, reaching his hand behind him and feeling his butthole, realizing that it was still spread open.

“I guess your punishment is over,” I started, “I’ll let you go now, but if you ever break in here again, I’ll have spread eagle in the hall and every guy on this floor fuck you,” I said.

He looked puzzled, then said, “So, that’s it? You’re not going to tell on me? You’re just gonna let me leave now?”

“That’s right, you can go, or you can stay here until my roommate gets back,” I smiled and added, “of course, if you stay you have to stay naked and you’ll have to be sucking me off when he gets back.”

He thought for a minute, then said, “I really ought to go, I have a ton of homework to do and I’m not ready to let canlı casino siteleri others know that I like cock.” He reached for his sweat bottoms and slid them on.

“Too bad, I was thinking you might like a cock in your mouth and one in your ass. It’s much better with a real cock in both, not just a big dildo,” then I said, “Of course, I do understand. But, you can always come back for more.”

He smiled, kissed me and then dropped to his knees, looking up he said, “Can I have one more load for the road?” He then began to suck my cock taking as much down his throat as he could without choking.

His blow job was awesome, his small hands rotated from playing with my balls to spreading and kneading my ass cheeks. He kept it up for almost ten minutes and I felt my balls filling with cum. Seconds later, my cock began to shoot cream down his hot throat. He swallowed the full amount, none escaped his mouth as he swallowed quickly.

He stood up, grabbed his torn shirt and headed out without another word.

After he left, I grabbed the DVD recorder and sat down to mix the cuts of what I had been able to record over the last few days. Once I was down, I had more than two hours of fucking, sucking, dildo and S ‘Your brother told me about the things you made him do, about you fucking him with toys and about you forcing him to eat your pussy. I’d like for you to watch me do these things to him again, in person, then let me eat your pussy and watch you fuck him. If interested, he knows who I am and where to find me, just show up.’

I then took the DVD and the note and placed them in a padded envelope. After dressing, I took the package to Marissa’s dorm room and slid it under the door.

Two weeks later, they showed up at my dorm while my roommate was at class. The experience was incredible, but that’s another story. Suffice to say, the three of us moved in together the next semester and stayed together through college. If you want to hear those stories, please write me and I’ll work them up.

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Evening Up The Score

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“Holy shit, Tori. Look at that!”

My friend Ben nudged me and nodded his head in the direction of the pretty brunette walking our way. I had been having fun flashing a few of the male shoppers in the mall. It was a common noontime practice for me, even when Ben was with me. Now I could see what had caught his eye. The girl moved with a liquid sort of grace, and a world of confidence. She wore a tight silver dress that could only be described as slinky, and she was looking directly at us. Or more precisely, at me.

“Damn…” I muttered, half-aloud. Ben picked up on it, and turned to me.

“Even you, huh?”

I nodded. “Oh, yeah.” She was more than pretty; she was drop-dead gorgeous.

I watched her eyes, and they held mine hypnotically, not allowing me to look away. She approached, nearer and nearer, and I suddenly felt something akin to panic. Then, as she passed the table we were occupying, she nodded. I heard “Hello,” softly spoken as our eyes disconnected, and that one word was the most sensuous thing I’d ever heard. I realized I was wet.

Ben turned to watch her walk away, and blew a long breath. Then he turned to me, and said, “Excuse me. Did you two just share a moment?”

He laughed, noting my obvious condition. I was flushed with excitement, and unable to focus. I noticed my back had arched, effectively pushing my breasts forward, and wondered why. I wasn’t a lesbian. I wasn’t even bisexual, until that moment, though I had been noticing other girls quite a lot lately.

Suddenly, my world had changed. I wanted this woman; I knew it in my soul. I even felt sure that I’d be with her at some point. Now, the obvious question was, when? Turning to my co-worker, with whom I’d shared more than a salad on a couple of occasions, I just smiled. He pointed his finger at me accusingly.

“I knew it!” he said, chuckling. “You two DID connect! I thought she was looking at me, at first; but, as soon as she got closer, I knew better.” He leaned in to me and whispered, “Tori, if you get together, promise to tell me about it?”

I shushed him, but he saw it. Ben knows, when I get a certain look on my face, I’m in slut mode. He should. He’s been the recipient of my “wilding,” as he calls it, a couple of times. Once I fucked him and another stockboy, right in the store. Another time, I happened to meet him in the grocery store, and we ended up doing it in the parking lot.

“Better yet,” he continued, “let me in on it!”

I didn’t discount that option, but he didn’t figure in my immediate plans. That brunette certainly did, though.

* * *

As it turned out, she was modeling for one of our competitors. They were putting on a fashion show in our mall, and Caitlin, as I found out her name was, had been hired, along with 3 other professional models, to walk their little runway in designer dresses. I made it a point to spend my lunch hours down at their end of the mall for the next two days.

On the second day, I saw her. This time, I was walking toward her, and she was the one sitting on the bench. Again, her eyes followed mine, and I felt the same hypnotic pull. I stopped a short ways from her to buy a cappuccino, and felt her watching me the whole time. When I sat, I looked, and sure enough, she was staring at me with her head slightly tilted and a slight smile on her face. I drank my coffee slowly, eyeing her over the brim of my cup. Today she wore a pair of black stretch pants and a gold sleeveless top, and she looked entrancing. It was obvious she worked out. Her arms were tight, and her belly was flat. I let my eyes wander over that body, taking in every lean curve.

When the man seated at the other end of her bench got up to leave, she motioned me with a short nod to sit next to her. I obeyed, practically racing across the marble floor. She smiled as I sat, and spoke softly.

“So, finally we meet,” she said, casino siteleri as if it were preordained. She extended her hand, and told me her name was Caitlin.

“I..I’m Tori,” I stammered, unconsciously aware of my own nervousness. Then I said quickly, “You look Oriental.”

She laughed, just as softly, and told me she was half-Taiwanese. “By way of Seattle,” she added.

We spent the next half-hour talking and comparing our reactions to the handsome men passing by, many of whom returned our glances. Then she startled me by stating, in that same soft voice, “You know you’re the most beautiful woman in the mall, don’t you.” I looked at her, dumbstruck, and she smiled at me.

“You don’t even realize your own beauty, do you?” she asked, and I laughed.

“I’m sorry, Caitlin. I think most of those men were staring at you.”

She put her hand on my arm and said, “They were staring at US.” When I looked skeptically at her, she went on. “They know we’re together, and they fantasize about us having sex.” She winked at me.

“Haven’t you?”

I’m sure my face turned beet-red, and I don’t remember what I answered. All I know is that we agreed to meet the next morning. I called my manager when I got back from lunch, and arranged to be off work. Caitlin told me she didn’t have to go in until late, for the fashion show. She agreed to pick me up at the mall entrance, so my husband would think I was at work. I went home that evening with my mind full of lusty thoughts. There was no doubt about what was going to happen. While Gary dozed in his recliner, I satisfied myself in the bathroom, using my fingers, and the memory of her face.

* * *

The next morning, my nerves were on edge, and I wondered if I really wanted to go through with it. I must have checked my hair and makeup a hundred times! I felt a combination of nervous and naughty; but still, I got to my job earlier than I normally would.

Caitlin was there when I parked behind my store, and she beeped at me. Her car was a sleek two-seater; completely in character for her. Her long black hair was pinned up, accenting her face. She looked gorgeous. When I slid into the passenger seat, she checked out my short skirt and sheer cotton blouse with obvious approval, then leaned over and gave me an open-mouthed kiss that took my breath away.

“Just saying good morning,” she said, as I dropped my head against the headrest, breathing deeply.

The ride there seemed to take forever, though it wasn’t far. Caitlin parked her car just off the street and waited for me to join her at the front door. There, she gave me another firm kiss, slipping her hand around my hip and onto my ass. She wore a long red silk dress that absolutely embraced her body, and I let my hands roam over the smooth fabric as we kissed. As I’d imagined, her body was at least as firm as mine, with a little more flesh on her frame. Her breasts felt full against mine, and she ground her hips against me.

“You feel good,” she breathed. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”

I was thinking the same thing.

Inside, her roommate, whom she introduced as Maria, looked me over once before waving shyly. She then made a point of disappearing into her room, leaving us alone. She, too, was gorgeous, and I mentioned that to Caitlin as she gave me a quick tour of their apartment.

“She’s an NFL cheerleader,” she said, matter-of-factly.

Shortly after, Maria came out of her room. She had changed into a pair of red shorts and a little black tank top that barely contained her generous breasts. Caitlin wolf-whistled at her as we stood in the door to the kitchen, and they exchanged a smile. Maria slipped her feet into a pair of woven loafers and glanced at us.

“I’m off, you two,” she said in a cheerful voice. “Have fun!”

Caitlin asked me to come into the kitchen, where she poured me a glass of white California slot oyna wine.

“It’s a little early, I know,” she said, “but I want you to be…” She paused, looking at me hopefully.

“Drunk?”

We both laughed, and I downed the wine in one long swallow. Caitlin smiled broadly as she poured me a second, then finished off hers and placed the glass on the counter. Her hand continued on around me, encircling my waist, and she pulled me close.

“Tori? Do you mind if I act a little reckless?”

I murmured my consent, and she leaned in to kiss me again. I was getting addicted to her kisses, and I set my glass on the counter as she took my mouth. We kissed for a long time. Then her lips slid down over my lower lip and onto my chin. She continued on down, kissing and nibbling at my neck, and I arched my back, presenting myself to her. As she unbuttoned my blouse, I hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed in my breasts. They were smaller than hers, and next to Maria, I looked like a boy!

Her hands closed around them, though, and she moaned softly before looking at me.

“Your breasts…I want them,” she said. “Can I take off your bra?”

I reached behind me, slipping the snaps quickly, and she dragged the bra off my shoulders. I shook my blouse off, and the bra fell to the floor between our feet, the blouse behind. Her mouth was already on me, sucking lightly on my left nipple. It responded appropriately, hardening even more under her flicking tongue. I moaned, and my hands went to the edge of the countertop behind me for support.

“Oh, goddddd,” I breathed. Her right hand cupped my breast as she licked and sucked, and the fingers of her other hand were kneading my right nipple. My hips began to move as she excited me.

“Caitlin,” I panted. “That feels soooo good.”

She only moaned, intent on her worship of my body, and I gripped the counter tightly and leaned back, enjoying the sensations she was bringing me. After a few minutes, she switched her oral attention to my right nipple, and my desire rose. Suddenly, I couldn’t take any more teasing. I pulled her up to me by her shoulders, and our mouths came together again in a sloppy wet kiss. When it ended, we were both gasping for breath.

“I wondered all night what color panties you’d be wearing,” she said in a breathy voice. “Spread your legs.” She kicked off her flats and began to slide down my body, until she was on her knees on the floor. I did as she ordered, and she positioned herself between my spread legs, looking gorgeous in that red silk dress as she looked up at me and smiled.

“So, let’s see,” she said, winking.

Her fingers ran up the outside of my legs, from the knees to my hips, dragging my skirt up with them. I felt the cool air of the air-conditioning, followed by the heat of her breath over my mound. My hands went to the edge of the counter again, and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, urging my hips forward. Her mouth closed over me, and I felt her tongue swipe slowly up the valley of my slit, pushing my panties inside me. She took her time, and it felt wonderful.

“Oh, god, yes!” I gasped. “Do that again! Please?”

She did, over and over, licking me aggressively through the damp material of my panties, and I pulled my skirt high up around my waist, giving her ample access to my pussy. I felt myself nearing orgasm, already, and I reached for it, grinding my hips forward and back. Her tongue urged me on. In a scant few moments, I was there. With a loud sigh, I surrendered to the pleasure.

As I cascaded gladly over that abyss, she held me tightly by the thighs, lapping at my oozing wetness and moaning in rhythm with me. My legs, already tight with desire, began to shake uncontrollably as she tongued me through my climax, and I clung madly to the countertop for support, gasping and moaning. As she brought me from one peak to another, the canlı casino siteleri ability to stand left me, and she supported me with strong hands until she decided I had had enough. I hung, breathless, somewhere in paradise, disguised as her kitchen.

At last I could speak, and I looked down at her, still caressing my thighs.

“You should give a girl some warning before you do that!” I teased. “I almost collapsed.”

She said softly, “I wouldn’t let you fall,” and I believed her.

I extended my hand, then, and pulled her to her feet. We kissed again, and I began to feel a little odd, wearing just a rumpled skirt, a pair of soaked panties, and high heels. She must have felt my discomfort, for her hands reached for the zipper of my skirt.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said softly. “I want to strip for you.”

I started to turn, and she stopped me. Smiling coyly, she said, “Just the shoes,” and pulled my skirt and panties down in one motion. I stepped out of them, feeling lustier than ever.

“Which way?”

She laughed, and told me it didn’t matter. “We share our rooms,” she said mysteriously.

* * *

At Caitlin’s direction, I lay back on the bed, with only my shoes on. Thoughts of my father-in-law, and his fetish for having me leave my heels on, flashed through my head as I leaned back against the pillows. Caitlin left the room, and in a moment I heard soft jazz music playing. I smiled.

“Nice,” I murmured to myself.

When she reappeared, she had both wine glasses in her hands. They were full again, and we sipped, our eyes locked. I set my glass down, and nodded at her. I was anxious to see her naked, and I knew she was just as anxious to have me watch. She stood at the side of the bed.

“Are you gonna dance?” I joked, and she shook her head.

“Not this time.”

She reached for the pins holding her hair, and it cascaded down over her shoulders. Backing up to me, she held it up out of the way, so that I could run the zipper of her dress down her back. Her deeply tanned skin showed through as the dress parted, and I confirmed that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. As she shook the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, I saw a small tattoo at the base of her spine, and I reached out to touch it with my finger.

“What’s this mean?” I asked. It looked like Chinese.

She turned, and I saw her naked for the first time. Her body was flawless. As she crawled over me, she whispered.

“It means FREEDOM. Can I show you that?”

Then we made love. She lowered herself over me, and I felt the heat of her flesh against mine. Our lips met, melded together for the longest time, then trailed down each other’s bodies. When I shifted around to taste her pussy, she took possession of my own, again. It was without the impedance of my panties, this time, and her tongue drove to my deepest, most pleasurable places. I moaned against her labia, and she flowed onto my tongue. I lapped hungrily.

The next hour was the purest, most sensuous hour of my life. Caitlin took me to highs I had only dreamed about, and I reciprocated. After one particularly heart-pounding episode, she literally threw herself backwards, begging me to stop.

I laughed. “Do you really want me to?” I asked, and launched myself at her again. We rolled off the bed and onto the floor, laughing hysterically.

By the time I left that afternoon, I had lost count of the ways she could make me climax. She must have felt the same, for, as she dropped me off at my car, she told me how happy I’d made her.

“I really hope we can see each other again, Tori,” she told me, and leaned over to kiss me. “Will you meet me on your next day off?”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll quit my job,” I laughed.

* * *

I told my father-in-law all about my day with Caitlin. He got very aroused, and insisted I meet him the next day. Then he made me relay every detail while we made love, and insisted that I continue to see her. Caitlin has since introduced me ‘properly’ to Maria, and we’ve had quite a few adventures since.

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And His Sisters Ch. 02

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This is a work of pure fiction, all character portrayed are 18 years of age or older. This story contains male/female and female/female incest. If you are offended by this please do not read. All characters are fictional; any similarities to other people real/fictional, living or dead are purely coincidental and are not an attempt to infringe on any other’s copy write.

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Rhys sat in his small office and stared out the window. He knew he should be grading papers, but he couldn’t focus on work. It was just a few short hours ago that he not only fucked both of his twin sisters, but had taken their virginity, and then they agreed to become his sexual submissive. The image of their naked little bodies as he got ready kept running through his head. The two parts of his mind were fully at war with each other. One side looking at these two sexy young women, both perfectly fit the idea of his sexual ideal in a woman, and willing to be his sub, and the other side screaming “they are your sisters”. He knew that most of the taboo against incest was based on genetics and preventing the human race from destroying itself. He also knew that because of cancer treatment when he was young he would never be able to have children so that wasn’t an issue. So that made it an ethical, legal, and social issue.

“Professor” Harris, one of his undergrad TA’s knocked on his open door, needing to talk about an issue he was having with one of his classes.

Audrey and Rachel stood naked by their bed chattering forth and back as they organized and put away all the clothes Rhys had bought them yesterday, holding up this blouse, that skirt, and so on as they went.

“Rhys was kind of quiet this morning.” Audrey said.

“I think he was just tired. We did keep up last night.” Both giggled

“I am scared he is over thinking this. He is a good guy, and I am worried he is going to come home and say we have to stop.”

“I guess he could, but I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure?” Audrey asked.

“No.” Rachel sat on her bed and let her own fears take over.

“What are we going to do if he does? He could make us move out, he could stop talking to us. Did we make a mistake?”

“No, I don’t think we did. I mean we decided that this what we both wanted back when we were 15 and found those stories about Dom sex he wrote.”

“I know, but we never told him about it. Maybe we should have talked to him back then.”

“We can’t change yesterdays, we can only make tomorrows, and I know I want tomorrows filled you and Rhys and lots of sexy times.”

“Me too.”

Rhys walked Halfinrock Green after taking the afternoon off. He had done a little research and found that the legal issue of having a relationship with his sisters wasn’t as big a deal as a he thought. The state district attorney set precedence of not prosecuting cases when all parties at the beginning of the relationship were over 18. The social issue led quickly to economic questions. Living in a converted bus on land he owned meant that his basic expenses were very low and he could cover the basics from the income from the couple books he had written and generic part time job. That left the ethical questions. His sisters were his sexual ideal, younger than him, very petite, small tits, and long auburn hair. They want to learn more about being subs, and they had been virgins. He knew he couldn’t write a better fantasy sex life. He cared for both of them, yet he had to think about what was best for them. They should find lovers, have kids, grow up and have their own lives. Still he had already crossed the line. He had started a sexual relationship with them, and one he didn’t want to end. He was fairly sure no guy on the planet would. Yet they are so young, just 18, if they weren’t my sister’s what would I be thinking, he thought to himself.

Audrey and Rachel spent the afternoon cleaning casino oyna the small house inside the shell of a double decker bus. They spent the couple hours scrubbing, wiping, polishing, and dusting. Rhys was a good house keeper, but they figured they would do what they could while Rhys was out. Less than an hour till he was due home and they made a fresh pot of coffee, set up a hookah, and put his beer glass in the freezer. Spending the day together naked in a space they could play made them both want to reach out and play. Yet they both remembered what Rhys had said “no sexy times without his permission”. The nerves of seeing your first lover the first time after you had had sex filled both of them. They sat on the couch and waited knowing he would be home soon.

Rhys stopped and looked at his bus when he stepped out of his car, the bus that had been his home for almost thirty years. Now it looked somehow different. He shouldered his back pack. He didn’t know if he was ready to take out the two collars he had picked up at the pet store. He wasn’t even sure if he was ready for what the night, and being Friday, the weekend would bring. He was very pleased as he stepped up into his home. He could tell by the smell his sisters had put time into cleaning. They sat on the small couch just inside the door, side by side and naked. He noticed his hookah next to his chair ready and waiting for a coal, and the coffee smelled fresh. He walked past them, dropped his pack by his chair where he always dropped it, went to the bathroom, and then up to his bedroom and changed into his typical house clothes, dockers and a t-shirt. He made the choice not to wear any underwear. He could see his sisters had been very through with their cleaning, everything dusted, windows washed, and floors done. It seemed they were taking the option of being his subs very serious. When he came back down stairs there was coal on the hookah, a beer in his favorite glass, cup of coffee poured, and the tv on the weather channel; which he turned on most of the time just for back ground noise.

As he sat down the idea hit him. As a good Dom he should set task and challenges, and one would be amazing. He picked up the hookah hose drew deeply and let out a cloud of white smoke. “You seem to have been very busy today.”

“Yes sir” they said together.

“That is very good.” He drew again from the hookah. “I think I know what I want you two to work on next.” He looked over his right shoulder at them. “Do you think you’re ready?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” He knew at once when he touched his beer glass that they had chilled it. He took a sip. “One of my fantasies is to have a video of a pretty girl spinning fire in a snow storm while naked.” He drew again on his hookah. “So I would like both of you to start learning how to spin poi, and get good enough, and comfortable enough to spin fire. That way when there is a snow storm next winter you can spin for me.”

They looked at each other. They had no idea what he was talking about. “You will have to show us” Audrey said.

He smiled having guessed he would get this type of answer. He had started spinning the first year he was at the renn faire. He went and got his poi, and some spare. Poi, basically weighted balled on the end of a string. The two practice sets he had being nothing more than socks stuffed into each other. “Put on your night t-shirts”. Once they had them on he took them outside and started to show them the basics of how this was done. An hour later he took them back inside. They took off their shirts without having to be told.

The logistics of them always being naked and surprise visitors hit him. “You know it might be a good idea to have you two keep a couple of those long t-shirts in the driver’s seat, and around the place. That way if someone knocks on the door you can quickly pull something on.”

“Yes sir.”

He slot oyna could see they both were sexually excited. He guessed they might be after having spent the day naked. He was too. He told himself he was the master he would be in control. He kept fixing dinner, his doing a little work, and smoking his hookah at a very slow place.

Audrey and Rachel watched as Rhys sat and smoked and did the work he needed to for the night. They didn’t need to glance at each other. Since they shared a crib they had been able to share each other’s thoughts. Not so much talking to each other, but knowing what the other was thinking and feeling. The waves of desire and anxiety kept washing over them. Rhys had shared a sexy fantasy with them and started to show them how to fulfill it. He was clearly not going to say they had to stop, and that was a relief to both of them. From the moment they found the stories Rhys had written about sex they had read and watched everything they could find about submissives, and yet they had no idea what would happen next.

He loved watching his sisters sitting naked waiting to be fucked or do whatever he commanded. He knew the fantasy he wanted to play out next. He spent the next nearly hour while his pipe burnt down in silence. A very typical night for him before his sisters moved in. Finally once his current pipe was done he looked at them. “Reload my pipe please.”

He watched them as they quickly moved and reloaded the hookah, handed him the hose, and sat back down. He took a deep draw from the hookah. Set the hose down, stood up and took his pants off. After a few minutes without looking at them he said. “Crawl over here.”

They looked at each other and slid into the narrow space and crawled toward him smiles on their faces. Then they stopped before him. He looked down and smiled. They did seem like they wanted to be subs.

“Very good” He smiled down at them. “Hands and mouths, both of you, and when I cum don’t spill a drop.” He drew deep on the hookah they started too, almost as one to play his cock, first fingers, then tongues, and then inside one mouth then the other. Having a girl blow him while he smoked was an old fantasy now both his sisters played it out. He had to force himself to keep his eyes open to watch.

Audrey and Rachel kept watching each other at they played with is cock. They watched how the others tongue ran up and down its length, how they took it fully into their mouth.

He didn’t know how long they sucked on him before he felt the pressure in his balls build. He knew it wouldn’t be long. He smiled as his cocked vanished into Rachel’s mouth. “That’s a good girl. I am…” He felt his cock jerk as he shot his cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, and kept sucking till ever bit was gone. “You’re very good girls.” He took a draw from his pipe. “I think maybe you two have earned a little reward being so good. What would you like?”

They smiled at each other. “Could we have more sexy time with you?” Audrey said.

“What do you mean sexy time?”

“Could you, you know.” Rachel said.

“I am not a mind reader. You have to tell me exactly what you want.”

“More of what we did last night.” Audrey said.

“You will have to be more specific.”

He watched as they blushed a little. Audrey looked at him. “We want you to fuck us.”

“Oh, is that what you want? What about you Rachel?”

“Yes please.”

“Yes please what?”

“Yes please fuck us.”

“Well you have been very good girls.” He took a draw from his pipe. “And I did say you could have a reward. So if that’s what you both really want.” He sat down hookah hose. “Both of you go upstairs and get on my bed. I will close down and lock up, and join you in a minute.” He watched as they nearly ran up the stairs and then took his time locking up for the night. Finally he went upstairs and could them canlı casino siteleri both sitting on the edge of the bed in his small room. He walked over and kissed Audrey and then Rachel. Reaching down with both hands to play with their little tits, he continued to kiss them. “Seeing that Audrey was first last night I think it only fair you are first tonight” He said to Rachel, and pushed her down on the bed, her feet not reaching the floor. He stepped between her legs and pulled her to him. “Now little sister what did you say you wanted?”

“I said I want you fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes please fuck me, please.”

“Audrey, don’t just sit there. Put my dick in to her.” She did as she was told. Her little hand on his cock worked to press it into Rachel’s wet opening. As soon as he felt himself enter her tiny slit he pressed forward. He thrust in and out a couple of times, working himself into her fully. He watched her face, her eyes half open, and a little smile starting to curl her fine lips. Soon he was thrusting hard into her little body. “Audrey play with her.”

She didn’t say anything as she started to run her hands over Rachel’s body, her stomach, her tits, her ribs, and finally moving her fingers down to her clit. They had been having sexy times together since they had been about 14. Since that time Rachel found her fingering herself. Audrey knew Rachel’s body as well if not better then she knew her own. She loved touching her, why her little nipples always grew harder when she touched and pinched them, how her breath got faster. She could tell that Rachel was close to cumming and she loved watching.

He thrust faster and faster into Rachel, he wanted to see her cum. He wanted her to cum without asking. That was part of his plan. It didn’t take long. Rachel pressed her head back into the bed, her mouth open with a soundless cry, her legs shaking, and then her pussy clamping down on his cock.

Rhys looked down at her and stopped moving. “Did you just cum?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Did I give you permission to cum?” He made his voice as serious as he could.

She looked up at him, he could see the worry in her eyes. “No” she half whispered.

“That was very naughty.” He pulled his still hard cock out of her. “If you want to be my sub you will never cum without my permission. Now you will have to be punished.” He took hold of her and pulled her onto her hands and knees along the edge of the bed, and ran his hand over her tight ass. With his left hand he reached down and started to play her clit, rubbing, pinching, pulling. Then his right hand he reached up and then brought it down firmly, open palm against her little ass. Rachel gasped as she felt the first sting of the swat. He was amused by Audrey. Her face was one of total surprise when his hand first came down. He could tell she didn’t believe what she was seeing, and maybe that she might enjoy the same treatment. He slowly continued his punishment, pressing hard into Rachel’s clit, his hand coming down on her ass. “Now remember, you may not cum unless you have permission.”

It wasn’t long before she asked. “May I cum?”

“You think you want to cum” He increased the pressure and speed with both hands.

“Yes please, I am going to cum.”

“You do not have permission.” He swatted her ass again.

“Please I need to cum, please let me cum.” She begged.

“No.” Was all he said as he continued the pressure on her body. He could she was starting shake, her shoulder pulled tight as she fought the orgasm that was building in her body.

“Please, please big brother let me cum, I need to cum.”

“You really think you want to cum?”

“Yes, please let me cum.”

He pressed his hand as hard as could into her clit. “Then cum for me now” he continued spanking her. He watched as she tossed her head back and let her body go, the pleasure filled her and she convulsed again and again and again, then she collapsed on the bed. He looked down at her bright red ass and then up then up at Audrey who had not moved a muscle and smiled. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

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