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Married Life 09

Jan returns to Adelaide & her husband Jim. Having cheated for the first time in her married life whilst modelling in Sydney, she wonders of his reaction.

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beginner crossdressing

I am 20-year-old short gray hair about twenty pounds heavy but not fat, with a round big ass. I am seeking to give oral to completion for nothing in return.’
In my younger day, I was constantly searching to meet strangers for adult fun, to give them oral without the man having to give anything back in return. I had regularly posted advertisement to personal encounters of Craigslist, resulting in receiving several e-mails a week from men wanting to meet. I answered every e-mail asked them when they could they meet, where could we meet and when we met, what did they want to do. When they responded, with the necessary information, I reviewed their information then decided if I were willing to meet. E-mails were from local men or from men traveling and want to play when they were away from home.
I received one e-mail from a stranger in San Diego; his name was Ray. Ray was coming to my town for a few days on business, mentioning my advertisement posted on Craigslist. He wanted to meet me, so I could give him a blowjob. Ray and I exchanged a few e-mails and I agreed to meet him because he could host at his hotel room. In his e-mails, Ray asked a strange question, “Do you know any transvestites?” Ray mentioned he had a fantasy about meeting a chick with a dick. In my e-mail back to Ray, I told him that I had a fantasy about a Tranny topping me. I told Ray I would look around for what we both had erotic fantasies. I provided Ray my phone number should we need to speak about our threesome. The next-day Ray, my cell-phone rings and it was Ray.
First question after hello, Ray said, “Do you swallow or spit?”
I responded boastfully, “I like letting a man shoot off in my mouth and having him tell me to swallow his load.”
Ray continued, “Good; I am straight man, and not interested in sucking any cock. So you’ll do fine.” Ray continued his questions; he asked, “Did you find a chick with a dick yet?”
I responded, “No, not yet; I will check Craigslist today. You know that most she-males charge money. I am willing to split the cost with you.”
Ray scoffed, “No, not fine. I do not pay to get my rocks off. You need to find a chick with a dick to meet us, and one that does not charge. I want to see her sucking your cock; I take her from the rear. Then I want to see her cock fucking your ass.”
After Ray’s phone call, I started my search on Craigslist for a chick with a dick. I found several and sent them all an e-mail. The next day, I received an e-mail from Crystal, a thirty-five-year-old transvestite with silicone breasts. Crystal lived about thirty miles from the town I was living in. Crystal provided her phone number to call confirming our meeting arrangements. When I called her, it rang six times, and I wondered if I had the correct phone number. Finally, when someone answered the phone, I said, “Crystal, Roger.”
Crystal answered in a low, soft whisper, “Oh, hi sweetie; I’m Crystal, so nice of you to call.”
I did not want to catch her at a bad time, so I asked, “Crystal, is this a good time to talk?”
Crystal replied, “Sure Roger; I just got out of bed and fixing my first cup of coffee.”
The conversation was going as planned, I continued, “So, are you OK meeting Ray and me on Friday night?”
Crystal stretching her words, “Oh yes sweetie; I have two holes that loved to be filled.”
I was beginning to be excited about having a threesome with Ray and Crystal, but needed to check, not sure how to ask I blurted, “Crystal, I have to ask. Do you charge when you meet someone?”
Crystal replied, “Oh no sweetie; I am always free.”
I replied, “Great Crystal, Ray and I are not looking for a professional, just someone who likes to meet men and have fun.”
“I love to have fun, and with the two of you, there are more possibilities. I am versatile. Why don’t you two meet me at my place, where I have my things?” Crystal said with a playful sound in her voice. Crystal continues, “Now Ray is the straight guy who wants to fuck me and you are a bottom which likes to give oral? Crystal continues by asking, is it OK for me to top you?”
I responded, “Yes that sums it up, and I also like to give oral.”
The meeting was set for seven PM at Crystal’s house on Friday night. I sent Ray a text message giving him Crystal’s facts. ‘Thirty-five TV, 40D, seven inches cut, versatile.’ Crystal provided a photograph that showed that she had large silicone boobs and a male member, a chick with something extra. Ray was all excited about meeting Crystal. The plan to meet as threesome was set.
On the Thursday evening, Ray calls me saying, “Roger, bad news my meeting has been canceled. I will not be arriving until Monday.”
I said, “No problem Ray, I will reschedule.”
I called Crystal to update her on the change of Ray’s arrival date. She apologized, but she was going to be out of town on Monday and could not change her plans. I called Ray back and I told him, “Ray; Crystal will be out of town on Monday night. She cannot change her plans. Looks like it is going to have to be, you and I”
Ray, in an upset and loud voice, said, “Roger, you will have to find another, she-male.”
Taken aback from his outburst and demand, I said, “I have tried, there are none available. I did find one, but she wants two hundred dollars an hour.
Ray retorted, “I am not paying for anyone’s service; I want to meet a cock sucking she-male slut, or cross-dresser will do.”
I apologized for not being able to meet his needs, “I have looked on Squirt and on Craigslist, and I’m telling you on short notice, I can’t find someone.” I started to be perturbed with his demand and in frustration I said, “Look, what you want me to do, wear pantyhose for you?”
Ray paused, with a devilish sound in his voice he said, “Yeah, you do that, you dress up for me.”
I was jesting, was not inclined to play dress up for anyone, not even Ray. I tried to talk my way out of his demands, by offering an excuse, “What, are you kidding, right? I have never dressed, ever. You have to be crazy to want to see me in pantyhose. Ray, I don’t have any pantyhose to wear.”
Ray insisted, “Well, go out and buy some pantyhose. While you are at it, get a matching bra and panty set. Make it something sexy.”
I continued to offer every objection not to dress, but Ray continued to press the demand. Resigned by his persistence, I agreed, “Well all right; I will find pantyhose, panties, and a bra. I am not going to buy a wig and a dress, or wear makeup, OK.”
My agreement to play dress up for Ray excited him about our meeting. Ray urged me on by saying, “Yeah that will be fine; I want to feel nylon stockings rubbing on my legs.” Ray agreed I would wear pantyhose and anything else I could find on short notice. I would meet him at his hotel room Monday night at seven PM.
I went to Walmart that Saturday. Walking around the woman’s department, spying at the panties and bras’ sets from a distant, my heart was pounding. I felt self-conscious about the thought of buying woman’s clothes. Someone from work or my church might see me with large woman garments when they know my wife is small. I knew that husband’s shop for their wives, so why would anyone notice or care what I was buying.
Embarrassed, I walked down the panty display, grabbed a red lace ruffle panty with matching bra. Next, I walk to the stockings and selected several pantyhose; I made sure they were large. I raced to the automatic checkout; I did want a cashier to remark what I was buying. Quickly, I left the store. Five minutes later, I could still feel my heart pounding. I had an Adrenalin rush caused by buying woman garments as directed by a stranger named Ray.
In my e-mails and chats with Ray, we talked about me giving him blowjob while I was dressed in pantyhose, panties and a bra. Ray called them sissy clothes. The date, time was set, and everything confirmed; I would wear the pantyhose, panties and bra. I would rub my nylon-clad legs against Ray’s legs, and Ray would get hard. I would perform fellatio for him, and we would both be happy.
Ray arrived on Monday and attended his business meeting. I got a call from him about six PM, Ray questioned, “Are you ready?”
I replied with an excited voice, “Sure, I’m ready to meet you and can be there at seven.”
Ray continued, “Do you have sissy things on now?”
I responded with sound of humiliation in my voice, “No; I was going to get dressed at your motel room.”
Ray shot back quickly, “No-good. I want you to arrive with your wear your sissy things.”
I tried to offer my objection by saying, “No way; I do not want anyone to know.”
Ray in a convincing voice, saying, “Who is to know, wear your stockings, panties and bra on, then your pants and shirt; no one will notice.” Ray says, “I want you to arrive with wearing your sissy things. No sissy things, I will cancel our meeting.”
I did not want to disappoint him, I reluctantly said, “OK I will. I will do as you ask. It should not take me long to get them things on.”
Now Ray ordered me, “When you arrive, the door will be open, you knock, and I will go into the bathroom, you enter and remove your shirt and pants. When I walk out I want to see you in pantyhose, panties and bra.”
Submissively, I responded, “Ok; I’ll be there at seven.”
I got naked and took the pantyhose out of the package. The package said they were large, but looked small. I looked if there was a front or back. I could not tell. I looked for instruction, there was none. The pantyhose were black and sheer. I asked myself, how do you wear pantyhose, one leg at a time? I had to roll up the leg, slide my foot into the tip, then pull and unroll the stocking to the knee. I did the same for the other leg, I stood, pulled on each side so the pantyhose and covered my butt to the waist. I smoothed out any wrinkles in the stockings; I looked at my stocking covered legs. I commented to myself; I had pleasurable and womanly shaped legs. I shaved my legs so to look more feminine for Ray.
I put the panties on first then the bra. Ouch, the Bra was unyielding. I bought a large, but the straps pressed into my skin restricting. The bra around my chest restricted my ability to take a deep breath. I covered up my sissy things with my pants, shirt and shoes. I drove to Ray’s hotel dressed in woman underwear and had the filling others watching. I prayed not to have an accident or pulled over by the police. You could not tell I was wearing pantyhose, panty, and a bra. Nevertheless, I was self-conscious about my sissy condition.
I did not want to be late, and arrived at Ray’s motel before the scheduled time. I sat in my car, feeling how smooth and silky the pantyhose were against my shaven legs. The bra was still tight and restricting my breathing, or maybe I was excited about being dressed.
At seven o’ clock, I arrived at Ray’s motel room door. I knocked on the door; I heard an answer, “Come in.” Pushing on the door, I found it unlocked. Once I entered the motel room, I closed the door behind me. As instructed, I took off my shirt, pants and shoes to reveal my male body wearing black sheer pantyhose, red ruffle panties and a red under wire bra. I do not have big breast, but the bra did giving the appearance that I had small breasts.
A stranger appears out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped roughly around his waist. He said, “Well helloooo, I am Ray.”
We shook hands; I replied and said, “Roger.”
I lifted my arms, and twirled, so he could see all of me. He sat on the bed and asked me to stand in front of him. The pantyhose were sheer and black, but you could see my moderate erection bulging off to one side. He undid the towel exposing his genitals. His cock was limp. He turned me around, so I was facing away from him. He pulled on my hips causing me to sit on his lap.
I was in the typical lap-dancing position; my butt was hovering above his crotch. Moving my butt in circles, I pretended to grind his package with my cheeks. I changed the pace. I switched to a revolving motion; I was simulating riding him in reverse cowgirl position. Looking back at Ray as I grinded against his body, I could see the grin on his face become a smile. Sitting for full-body contact, wiggling my bottom on his legs, and rocking back and forth on his male member caused Ray to be aroused. The contact between my pantyhose and his flesh did not take long to awaken his hardness between my legs.
I continued to rub my bottom on his erection while he felt my breasts and slipped his hands into the bra from the top to play with my nipples. He got my nipples erect; I got his limp member erect.
He told me to sprawl on the bed on my hands and knees facing him. I did as ordered. I saw his erection for the first time and could see a cut phallic about six inches. He stood in front of me, placed his hands on each side of my head, pulled my head forward and down, directed me to give him oral. I opened my mouth; accepted his hardness into my warm wet mouth. I heard him moan and tell me how that feels good. He kept his hands on my head moving his hips up into my mouth, using his hands to restrict my moving.
Ray used my mouth for his pleasure for a few minutes, he stops and ordered me to stand. He slid my panties down to my ankles. He turned me around, forced me onto the bed, so my knees were on the edge, my hands starched in front; I am in the doggy position. He rubs his cock along my crack and tries to rip the pantyhose, but no luck. Ray rips hole in the pantyhose at a location in line with my anus. I did not expect to receive anal intercourse that night; I was only hoping for oral.
As he rubbed his erection on my pantyhose, aroused, he grabbed my hips and dry humped me. Ray forced me on my elbows, pulled my hips up. He positioned himself with his cock aimed at the hole in my pantyhose. He slides his cock through the pantyhose and touches my rosebud. I have had been anal a few times, and I know I need to relax and let him do what he was going to do.
I needed to relax for his shaft and gland head to slip pass my anal sphincter muscle. I relaxed more with Ray being able to insert his erection halfway into my man-cunt. I was tight and there was no lube; I had to reach behind me and spread my cheeks. With a last push, he was all the way in. Ray started to thrust in deep then slowly withdrawal.
He grabbed my bra began to squeeze, pinching my nipple at the same time. I tighten on his member inside me, gave him pleasure. The speed picked up; the thrusts were deeper, and each time I cried a moan of pleasure. Ray held my hips, so I could not move, and he climaxed was way up inside me. Everything happened so fast that I did not realize Ray did not wear a condom.
I collapse on my side, Ray rolling with me, his manhood still inside me. We lie there for a few minutes, when his relaxed cock slipped out of my now dripping wet anus. He patted me on my butt and said I was hot in pantyhose. He started to dress, mentioning that he had nothing to eat. He told me to stay dressed. I went to the bathroom to go clean up. I kept the stocking on, put the clothes back on and wore the bra; I was dressed as a sissy .
I went into the kitchen to cook something, he gave me a pair of high heel shoes, to cook for him dressed like this.
to be continue…

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Fantasm

Bitch Tales

Bitch Tales,
By Puppy Foxy
Chapter One
I woke up to a stabbing pain in my head, my mouth so dry and throat sore as well. Looking about, frightened, not knowing where I was, all I saw were padded grey walls, a dim light above me on the ceiling, too far to reach. That is, even if I could stand up, this did not happen when I attempted to. In horror, I saw that my designer jeans wew were gone, as was my baby doll tee shirt, all that I was now wearing was my violet push up bra, with the matching lacy thong.
Binding my ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows were padded shackles, the ones at my knees and elbows connected by an odd padded bar which kept my arms and legs spread apart. The best that I could manage was to rise to all fours, crawling about pitifully like some sort of hairless animal. Oh my God! The last I remembered was going to the women’s toilet at the local mall, while my friends waited outside with our food, then while I was reapplying my lip-gloss, a sharp pinch in my shoulder, then darkness…
I panicked, thrashing, calling out frantically for help, but no one came to my cries. I pulled at the shackles, but could not slip free at all, nor break them. With my hands and feet separated so, I could get no advantage or purchase to work at them, either. I had no idea if this were some sort of jail, mental hospital, or what…
I crawled about my new cell, exploring, finding only two things of note: a slight seam of a door and a metal bowl of water bolted to the floor. I tried to lift some of the water to my parched mouth with my hands, but could not, in the end; I lapped from it, eagerly, wondering somewhat at the odd slightly flowery taste. Not too long after, I felt a bit strange, my body tingly and warm, but calmer in some ways…
Some time passed, and then the seamed door slid open, revealing a tall blonde woman, clad in black leather pants and a leather corset. Her eyes were a cold blue, devoid of any compassion or friendliness. At her belt was a riding crop; in her hands was a metal leash, which she clipped the end of to the black leather collar that she fastened tightly around my neck. Ominously, I heard the collar lock in place. Before I could do more than squirm slightly, the woman spoke…
“So little Puppy, welcome to the first day of your new Life. I am your Mistress, you will obey anything I command you, yes?” So inquired the fearsome woman, who was tall and lithely muscled, and a full foot taller than my four foot eleven inches tall. Who the hells was this woman, and why was she treating me so? Where was I? Why was she calling me Puppy?
I wanted to contradict her, to argue, to demand she release me at once, but I could not make the words come out, all that came out was a nod, agreeing to obey, feeling Compelled, really. This was not enough, though; Mistress swatted my bared bum with the crop, stinging painfully. “You will address me as Mistress, Puppy”
“Yes—Yes Mistress,” I stammered in fright. “But my name is not Puppy, it’s Anna…”
Again, Mistress smacked me with the stinging crop, a bit harder this time, laughing as she did. “That life is over now, Puppy, you are no longer Anna, no longer a girl. You will not speak with your girl voice unless I Command is that clear?”
I inwardly struggled, but in the end Obeyed, feeling to Obey Mistress was the only thing to do. “Yes Mistress”, I answered meekly, trembling. What was wrong with me, that I could not fight back?
Mistress examined me, smiling a bit cruelly. “From now on, Puppy, with your red hair, I will call you Foxy. What is your new name, Puppy?”
Again I struggled, but after some minutes and swats from the riding crop answered, “My name is Foxy, Mistress” Now she was stealing even my name, and forcing me to agree to it! I wanted to ask her why she was doing this to me, and why I could not do or say anything other than what she Commanded. I felt bad when I tried to resist, my head ached and my stomach lurched; when I Obeyed Mistress, I felt better.
“Good girl!” Mistress praised, as She petted my head. Oddly, I felt warm and reassured at Her petting, as She led me from my cell, into a larger room.
This room had a large wooden rack with different objects, as Mistress began the rudiments of teaching me to Obey Her leash commands. I was taught to Sit, no longer as a girl would, but on my fours, with hands in front of me, and bum on the floor. Next was Heeling, following just behind Mistress on the leash, keeping the proper distance. Last and most sinister was to Present, with my head down and my bum raised. Each time that I Presented, Mistress lightly caressed my nethers through my panties.
Never before in my sixteen years had anyone touched me so, except myself a little perhaps. With the shackles and bar keeping my legs parted, I had no way to keep her from touching me so. Struggling brought stinging smacks from Mistress’ crop, Obeying got me petted more. Several times Mistress led me to more of the water, each time I drank things felt fuzzier, my body and mind odd, as if Mistress controlled me more and more.
After perhaps an hour had passed, Mistress attached my leash to a post near an odd slanted bench. “Present!” Mistress commanded, and I did so, head lowered meekly, bum raised up. From the side I saw Mistress walk about me, picking up a pair of very sharp looking scissors. With two swift snips, she cut my bra and panties from me, leaving me nude and exposed, vulnerable.
“Much better, Puppies have no need for girl clothes, do they Foxy?”
“No Mistress, I do not,” I answered timidly, wondering what horrors she might have in store for me. I was not to wait too long, as Mistress went behind me, coating my exposed vagina with something cold and foamy.
“Keep very still, Foxy, my razor is very sharp, and I would not want to nick your little bitchy cunt while I make it all nice and bare, would I?”
“No Mistress, You would not, “I stammered meekly. I felt the pressure of the cold straight razor as Mistress removed every bit of hair from my… cunt, as it now was, I realized fearfully. Mistress in fact spelled out the new status to me then. “This, Foxy,” pointing to Her own crotch, “is Mistress’ Pussy. Puppies do not have a Pussy, though, but just a cunt. Do you understand, Foxy?” Mistress ran Her gloved fingers over my cunt, teasing the nub of my clitty, showing me how sensitive it was. I felt so exposed and helpless, with this strange woman completely in charge of me.
“Yes Mistress,” I agreed, realizing just how low my status was now, as Mistress continued. It was becoming harder and harder to even think of resisting, or displeasing Mistress, as I continued to be Trained.
Mistress now pulled me over the strange bench, fastening my wrists and ankle shackles to rungs on the floor, wide apart. The bench came up to just below my small A cup breasts, leaving them hanging over, nipples hard in the slight chill of the room. I could raise my head up slightly, from its lowered position towards the floor, the bench moved back and forth if I moved my torso some.
“You will now feel a couple of slight pinches, Foxy,” Mistress told me, as She walked about me. I nearly screamed as I felt a needle poke into the now exposed lips of my cunt, injecting some liquid into my most intimate place, now being claimed by Mistress. Then with a different syringe, Mistress injected me in each breast, just under the nipple. “This will be your new daily medicine, Foxy, until you’re fully a good little bitch.” With that, Mistress walked out of the Training Room, leaving the medicine to begin its work…
Chapter Two
After about thirty minutes of helplessly watching time go by on the wall clock, I began to feel… different. My cunt felt on fire, so hot, my clitty swollen and engorged. My nipples were likewise swollen, aching, wanting to be pinched, sucked. My breath came in pants; tongue out even, as I tried unsuccessfully to rub either cunt or nipples against the strange bench, getting ever more aroused, and frustrated. Finally, I near whimpered in relief as I heard Mistress come back in, her boots clicking against the stone floor.
“Why Foxy, my new little bitch, you seem to be in heat!” Mistress said merrily, then laughed, picking up a vial of something and began brushing it against my swollen cunt lips and nipples. Needily and wanting I tried to rub against the brush, to no avail, Mistress merely teased me with it, as an odd musky smell rose to my nose from my cunt and breasts. “And now you smell like a bitch in heat too, Foxy, though in time you will smell like this on your own, without help…” Saying that, to my horror and shame with a bit of forbidden excitement, Mistress pressed a button on a remote by the tool rack, and a door opened, with a little breeze of cold air.
In trotted a medium sized black dog, a Labrador, I thought, as he walked up, lapping at Mistress’ Hand. “This is Felix, Foxy, one of your Trainers this evening.” Mistress patted my ass, and Felix began to sniff and snuffle me all over, cold nose probing, especially at my soaked cunt and swollen nipples! I could not believe that this awful woman was having a dog do this to me. My mind was utterly revolted, but my body seemed to enjoy Felix’ nose and tongue on me!
I trembled in primitive fright, mixed with some shamed desire, moaning and whimpering, “Oh god no, Mistress, please, please no…” I begged, but even though I begged on the one hand, my body betrayed me as the long rough tongue of Felix began to lap at and between my new Puppy cunt lips. Confused yet so aroused and needy, I alternated from trying to scoot away from Felix’ enthusiastic lapping to trying to push at his hot mouth and spread more for him. Soon I felt as if my body might explode, but Mistress called Felix away, leading him in front of me.
“Oh no, not yet, my heated Foxy, you have to Earn that, to beg for it.” Mistress moved Felix so that he was sideways to me, and reached under him, showing me a furry sheath. To my shame, I saw a red tip protruding out of it. “Suck on this now, Puppy Foxy, to thank him for lapping you so nicely”
Against my will, struggling, still I opened my mouth, moving my head so that the Dog Cock entered my before now virgin mouth. As I sucked Felix, more and more of his Cock came out, dripping into my Puppy mouth. Mistress pushed him deeper; soon I had to breathe through my nose so as not to choke as more and more the Dog Cock engorged in my mouth, dripping more and more. Soon I was shocked as instead of merely dripping it began to spurt against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with an odd metallic taste.
Mistress laughed with delight as I gulped and swallowed Felix’ Dog Cum, servicing him like a good little Puppy bitch. When he began to subside, she led him away outside, leaving me still tormented in Heat…
Chapter Three
Mistress came back a few minutes later, leading in a gigantic tan dog, an English Mastiff. “This is Arthur, Foxy, and he is your last Trainer tonight and maybe more…” She walked around me, unfastening all of my shackles except my collar, unclipping the leash from it,. “Now is your Test, Puppy Foxy. You are free to go out the door to the Outside, if you want, it’s unlocked…”
For a moment, I looked out at the darkened yard, the trees beyond, but already my Anna life seemed dreamy, someone else’s. Then I looked at the Mastiff Arthur, some one hundred and eighty pounds of powerful muscles. I could see his wet nose quiver at my Puppy bitch scent, glancing down showed a huge tip just beginning to protrude from his sheath. My mind screamed at me to crawl away, to get up and run, but the burning fire between my legs demanded otherwise.
Conflicted, I stood up on my cramped legs, walking slowly towards the door. I listened, waiting for Mistress to do something to stop me, but she did not move, apparently content to wait and watch me. My heart was pounding, and I started to run for the nearby trees that I could see.
I did not get far though, I was about halfway across the wet grass when I heard Mistress say the words: “Arthur, Take!” and She unhooked the leash, letting Arthur loose to pursue me. With a couple of powerful strides, he reached me, nipping my bum and forcing me to the ground.
Crying, I tried to stand back up, but Arthur was having none of that, he growled and pushed me back down with his huge head. “God no, Arthur, leave me be, stop it!” I begged, but this just seemed to excite him more, hearing the fear in my voice.
The tan Mastiff sniffed and licked at me all over, growling slightly when he scented the other dog on me. Each time I tried to stand up or push him away Arthur either ignored me, or growled, making me obey with pushes from his head or jumping at me to knock me back down. I felt helpless as I lay on the wet ground, gasping as the horrid dog pushed his head between my legs, forcing them open, snuffling at my Puppy cunt.
I cried with self-loathing as I felt my body respond to the long rough tongue lapping at me, making me moan with tormented desire. I writhed under the slobbery licking, my own breath gasping in pants like Arthur’s, as the Heat burned in me. It was as if someone else rolled me over to my fours, arching my back with my legs spread, Presenting as Mistress had trained me to. Human thoughts and morals were vague now, I was a new little Puppy bitch, and the powerful alpha male Dog wanted me, and was going to have me.
Then I squealed as I felt his huge paws wrap around my waist, and the point of him poked at my ass, my wet swollen cunt lips, and then Arthur was innnnn!
God, the pain, as I felt something in my Puppy cunt tear from the thrusting assault of Arthur, slamming me so hard. Virgin blood and my own juices and the start of his drip mixed and ran a bit down my leg as he fucked me harder and deeper, making me yelp and whimper with each push from him. Nine then ten inches and more of Dog Cock went into my Puppy cunt, swelling and deeper with each merciless thrust Arthur gave. I felt something large try to push inside of my cunt lips, instinctively I tried to shy away, but Arthur bit my neck, holding my neck as he pushed it in, forcing his Knot into my poor spread Puppy cunt.
“Now he has Knotted you, Foxy, you are His bitch now,” Mistress told me in satisfaction. As I screamed and gasped with my cunt walls contracting around my new Master’s Knot, Mistress continued. “Now he breeds you, to try and give you his puppies. Though he will share you with the rest of my Kennel, or others, you are Arthur’s Puppy bitch now, understood?” I felt soooo stretched, so filled, as Arthur’s Knot grew larger and larger within my little Puppy cunt. He quivered many times, pulsing hot jets of his Dog Cum shooting deep within me, within my cervix and into my womb. Several times in between my raging orgasms I tried to move off Him, but I was firmly Knotted, my Puppy cunt stuck to Master Arthur.
I nodded weakly, as my poor cunt came repeatedly, Dog Cum filling it, as all faded from my vision…
Chapter Four
I awoke fully some time later, I think perhaps a week, as Mistress had seven times injected my medicine into my breasts and Puppy cunt. I was spared from being bred for unknown reasons, perhaps being given time to recover, I do not know. I only have vague memories of that week, of being taken outside to toilet train, being taught where to pee or poop, then pull dirt over it, as Puppies did not use toilets. At other times, Mistress Leash trained me more, making sure that wearing the collar and leash and Obeying her were second nature. Each time that I drank the water in my cell, or ate the gruel from my Puppy bowl, things got foggy again.
Today though I felt alert, and sat up, startled that instead of doing so as I used to, I simply did so on my fours, butt on the floor. I winced a bit as I did, my tailbone was sore and tender, for some reason. I examined my body as best I could, and gasped in some astonishment and horror!
My nipples were much darker than before, and swollen, and my breasts felt very tender. Very gently, I squeezed my left nipple, and a bit of warm fluid oozed out… milk! Whatever medicine I was being given must be doing this to me, making me lactate, and making my Puppy cunt even now feel in heat again, a slave to its lust.
In a panic, I crawled out the open cell door into the Training Room, looking around for anything that might help me. A tag swung from my Collar and jingled as I went, I paused for a moment to read it: “Puppy Foxy, property of Mistress Rebecca, Arthur’s bitch.” In anger and horror, I tried to remove my collar, but it was locked tightly about my neck, and I failed to miserably. It was then that I spotted a telephone mounted high on the wall, some six feet up, and tried to stand up to go over to it.
Somehow, my legs failed me, too weak to support me to anything but rising to my now callused knees. Still I tried to jump up and reach the phone, but could not get high enough to reach the wall. As I failed, I heard the clicking of Mistress’ boots on the floor behind me.
“Oh, such a naughty puppy you are, Foxy, trying to use the phone to run away like a Girl would. I will have to Punish you in the morning, to make sure such thoughts are gone from your head. In the mean time, I think a night out in the Kennel will remind you of just who and what you are now.”
With that, Mistress clipped the leash to my collar, leading me out to the yard. “Heel Foxy!” She Commanded, and I obeyed at once, crawling properly after Her, wanting to argue and plead, but unable to speak to Mistress without Her speaking to me first. Across the yard, Mistress led me, to a large chain link Kennel containing some six Rottweilers, each with a spiked collar.
“These are my off duty Guard Hounds, Foxy, six more roam the grounds of my Estate at all times, in case you should some time decide to try and run off? They have not had a bitch or Puppy in some weeks, I think that you will do just fine to please them, yes Foxy?” Mistress opened the Kennel door, and pushed me reluctantly within, then walked away inside, laughing cruelly.
At first, I tried to cower in the corner, hoping that they might not notice me, but soon the smell of six such large powerful males reached my nose, and triggered something within me. A few tears streamed down my cheeks as my breathing grew faster, my now aching nipples harder, and my Puppy cunt moistened with a powerful want, desire, Need even. Oh my god, even being near male dogs was bringing me into Heat again, my Puppy cunt driving away thoughts of fear, resistance, my old girl thoughts being banished to the back of my brain.
I crawled to the middle of the kennel, parting my legs, whining at the six Hounds. One by one they rose up, approaching me, beginning to sniff and examine the new bitch in their midst. I moaned and panted as their coarse tongues began to lick me, face, breasts, Puppy cunt too, tasting and claiming what was theirs that night. I sniffed and licked at the nearest in front of me, teasing his sheath, tasting the tip of his Dog Cock as it protruded out further and further. While I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, two of the other Hounds were lapping at my Puppy cunt and ass, soaking me in my juices and their slobber.
My legs parted more as I pushed back against their mouths, writhing in lust and pleasure. “Oh yes Doggies, please fuck me,” I begged, and sure enough one of them began to, his big paws wrapping about my slim waist, his claws digging into me. I whined some as he scratched me, drawing a little blood but that was soon forgotten as the seeking pokes of his Dog Cock slid home, and his hips began to pump rapidly. He was quite large, maybe seven inches, though nowhere near the size of my Master Arthur, of course.
Unlike that first night, I began to fuck the Hound back, moving my slender ass with each of his thrusts. Soon my Puppy cunt stretched open as his Knot slid into me, and I cried out in delight as it pressed my swollen clitty from within. Bright colours exploded in front of my eyes as I came so hard, my Puppy cunt Cumming all over the Dog Cock within me.
After some minutes, the Hound withdrew from me with a loud plop as his Dog Cum and my own juices poured onto the straw floor beneath us. It was then that Mistress’ punishment became apparent, because as I went to lie down and recover a bit, the next Hound climbed up on my back and began to hump madly at me. The Heat that I was in kept me from protesting; my Puppy cunt wanted more and more and more. Hours must have passed during this Hound orgy, as each of them fucked me repeatedly. Two of them accidentally found my ass and fucked me there; I was beyond caring at that point. The few minutes when not being fucked I licked and sucked at the Hounds, savouring the taste of their metallic Dog Cum.
When Mistress clipped the leash to my collar the next morning, never did I feel like such a little beast and not human as then, her leading me to a hose, spraying off my Dog Cum covered sore body, then washing me with dog shampoo. I thought all might be over then and I could go back to my cell to rest and recover, but then Master Arthur came trotting up to me, sniffing imperiously at my just douched Puppy cunt.
Mistress laughed merrily as I automatically Presented to Master Arthur, lowering my head to the wet ground and raising up my ass. Without any foreplay, He Mounted me, making me cry out as the tip of his huge Dog Cock stabbed my thighs and ass until it found its way into my gaping Puppy cunt. I was shocked as my body responded again, the Heat always on me, even more so with Master Arthur than the Hounds. I grunted and panted as I fucked Him back, moaning with delight as his huge Knot forced its way into me. The powerful orgasms shook me to the core as my Master bred me, filling me to the brim with Dog Cum once again…
Chapter Five
Mistress had not forgotten my punishment the next morning though, she woke me early and led me on my leash out to a van with tinted windows, making me crawl into a small dog kennel inside. “It is Time to go to the vet, Foxy, and get your punishment.” I whimpered in fear at this, but we drove on anyways, until we reached an isolated white building. Mistress opened the rear of the van; let me out of the van, commanding me to Heel.
I Obeyed, following her in, where a perky blonde receptionist waited behind the desk, wearing black jeans and a tight purple sweater. “Hello Mistress Rebecca, this is Foxy, here for her appointment?”
Mistress nodded to her, with an evil smile. “Yes Julie, she is still showing some wilfulness, so I think it best that Dr. Ryan treat that, yes?”
Julie nodded, agreeing. “Of course, Mistress. Foxy looks like she’s really taking to the treatment, thus far… not like the first two…”
Mistress smiled, and we only had to wait a few minutes before a tall balding man with glasses came out, motioning us to follow him into the exam room. It was all white and very clinical, all steel and little comforting. With ease, he lifted me up onto the table, and then began to examine me from head to tail…
“Well, Rebecca, it seems that high dosage cocktail of canine DNA and hormones are certainly beginning to work. Her breasts are developing nicely and are sensitive to the slightest touch. I see that her vagina is keeping her in constant Heat as well?” Dr. Ryan asked Mistress.
I was horrified, tried to speak out, but Mistress had not told me I could talk, and no words would come out. It was awful how I began to pant when this awful man rubbed my Puppy cunt with his gloved finger, legs spreading. So too was the relief that I felt when Dr Ryan placed small clear plastic cups on my nipples, and a pump began suctioning milk out of each of my heavy breasts.
Mistress nodded to Doctor Ryan. “As you can see, Foxy’s Puppy cunt is beginning to own and restrain her better than any leash or collar. However, she still has some resistance, so I thought we might take some preventive measures? I do not care to worry about her trying to call anyone.”
Dr. Ryan frowned a bit. “I had hoped that the drugs in her water would make her docile, but I suppose some surgery is in order… oral and neuro…”
With that, I tried to leap off the table, but I felt a jab in my ass, from a hated syringe, then all faded…
Chapter Six
I woke fully some while later, my mouth sore, and my throat was too. I looked about for some water, and then heard the footsteps of heels as Julie entered the room that I was in. It was a living room, with tasteful furnishings, and I was lying on a cushiony dog bed. “How are you feeling there, Foxy?” Julie asked me. “I decided to bring you back to my flat to play with, I hope you don’t mind.”
I tried to speak, to answer her, but all that came out of my mouth was a little feminine dog bark! Julie smiled at me in pity, and lowered a hand mirror to my face. “I’m afraid that your talking days as a human are over, Foxy. Open your mouth” she Commanded.
I Obeyed, Julie being a Human Woman and me just a Puppy, and whined at what I saw. My tongue was swollen, thinner and longer, not a girl’s any more but some twisted hybrid between human and canine. My own eyeteeth were gone, replaced by false canine implants. There were stitches on my throat, by my vocal cords, and a bare patch on my head as well.
“Dr Ryan made it so now all you can do is softly bark, whine, or whimper, as any other dog, Foxy. This is your new life now, so you might as well accept it.” Julie sat down next to me, stroking my hair, and my body as well. It oddly felt very nice and comforting; she was gentle, unlike anyone else in my new life so far.
“I think you’ll like this lesson, Foxy…” Julie murmured as she sat down next to me, petting me, her light blue eyes looking into my own green ones. Her fingers moved down me, caressing my ass, stroking my rosebud. Soon I began to pant, the Heat rising in my Puppy cunt, as her violet nails traced my sensitive puffy lips.
“My, a horny little bitch, aren’t you,” Julie murmured and I nodded in agreement, eyes begging her for more, but she shook her head, taking her fingers away, grasping the back of my head, kissing my Puppy mouth. Her pierced tongue darted into my mouth, caressing and dancing with my new longer Puppy one, as Julie claimed my mouth as hers. After a few minutes, she paused, pulling her sweater over her head, then tugging her jeans down, revealing her large full breasts and black lacy thong.
“Pull my panties down, Foxy” Julie Commanded, parting her legs and lying back before me. At first, I pawed at them, trying to use my fingers, but they were stiff and I could no longer seem to grip with them. Frustrated, I reached down with my mouth, tugging on the black lace, a little growl escaping me, as I pulled then down Julie’s hips then off her. She then pulled my head down to her moist shaven pussy, and I sniffed at her delicious aroma, snuffling at her pussy and her little rosebud ass as well. Never before as a girl had lesbian thoughts really occurred to me, but now Julie’s scent and taste were so powerful and erotic to me.
My long tongue delved her deep, lapping, opening her up, as she grew wetter and wetter. While I nipped and sucked at her swelling clitty, Julie reached beneath me, squeezing each of my breasts,. I whimpered into her as I lapped madly, my own Puppy cunt aflame in Heat, puffy and wet. Soon Julie showed me mercy, rolling over on top of me, her tongue ring flicking my clitty, licking my Puppy cunt, teasing its lips. She slid two of her fingers into me, seeking that secret centre which made me whine and pant in delight.
On and on we played, Julie teaching me how to please and be pleased by a Woman, while fulfilling her own dark fantasy of playing with a Puppy. At least, she thought that she had, until she took me home the next day…
Chapter Seven
Julie drove me back to Mistress’ Rebecca’s estate the next morning, having me lie down on the back seat; a towel covering my head so that any casual viewers would just assume a regular dog was riding with her. I heard her buzz an intercom at a gate, and then we drove onwards, up apparently to the main house. Once we arrived, Julie handed her keys to a man wearing an odd grey uniform, after which she called me “Foxy, Heel”
Mistress Rebecca awaited us in a small parlour, seated in a fine leather chair. A petite shorthaired woman left a tea service on a side table, after she had served Mistress and Julie. I crawled over to Mistress, enjoying Her absent-minded petting of me as a welcome home, as She looked me over. “Well Julie, I am quite grateful to you for bringing Foxy safely back to Me, and such; however, I do have one small question for you?”
“Yes Mistress Rebecca?” Julie answered Her, sipping her tea and nibbling on some biscuits. Julie seemed a bit nervous to me, as she drank more tea, her mouth oddly dryer the more she drank…
“Why ever did you take Foxy back to your flat last evening? And do not deny it, Dr, Ryan implanted her with a GPS chip, just like all of my dogs.”
Julie blushed deeply, startling as Mistress picked up her handbag, holding up Her hand to stifle Julie’s protest as Mistress handed the purse to the maid collecting the tea things. “I just thought that she would be more comfortable there, Mistress…”
Mistress laughed at the too obvious lie. “Oh really? Moreover, the way Foxy looks so adoringly at you now is just a coincidence, so too that her fur and breath nearly reek of your scent? What is that quaint expression I hear on American telly programs, ‘what bullshit’?”
“Oh… oh god, Mistress, I didn’t mean to hurt anything, I was just curious, and…” Julie stood up, as if to leave or flee, but Mistress was having none of that.
“Stay, girl!” Mistress Commanded, and Julie stopped, struggling to move but no longer able to fully control her own body. “Since you felt the need to tamper with my Project with Foxy, obviously you want to join it?”
Julie shook her head frantically, eyes darting all around. “Please, no, what did you do to me? Why can’t I move? Just let me go home, please?”
Mistress laughed at Julie’s fear, walking about her, examining her as one would a potential new pet at an animal shelter. “This is your new home now, Julie, you will not be leaving. As to ‘what I did to you’, I had the maid put a double dosage of Foxy’s medicine in your tea. You know, the Ecstasy sedative cocktail that Dr Ryan and I concocted, makes the subject quite docile and compliant with suggestions and orders? Not to mention that it breaks down moral inhibitions, and brings out the subject’s baser desires.
In any event, let me explain the New Rules to you, Julie. You will not speak or talk to myself or my staff without my express permission. Nor will you try to harm myself, the staff, or yourself in any way, is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress,” the answer was forced from Julie, who was trembling badly.
“Now Strip, you will not need girl clothes, new Puppy”
Julie shook, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she tried to fight, but the Compulsion from the medicine won, as it always does, and her hands moved to her dark blue blouse, unbuttoning it, dropping it to the floor. After that, she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of her heels, leaving her standing there in just black lacy bikini and a matching bra. Mistress took out a pair of scissors from drawer, slicing the lingerie swiftly off Julie, leaving her nude and vulnerable, just as I had been some weeks before.
“Get on your fours, Puppy” Mistress Commanded, and after a moment Julie sank to her hands and knees. Mistress took out a thick pink leather collar, studded with little fake gems, buckling it around Julie’s neck, locking it into place with an audible click. “That is such a pretty collar on you, Puppy. You love your new collar and will never try to take it off, will you Puppy?”
Julie fought, but then in anguish answered, “Yes Mistress, I love my new collar.”
Mistress clipped a leash to Julie’s collar, and then commanded both of us to Heel, which we did, following her to the Training Room. Once we arrived, She looked Julie over for a few minutes, then said, “No longer are you Julie, your new name is Tawny, Puppy, is that clear?” Tell me your new name.”
“I am Tawny, Mistress,” Julie gasped, crying still. Mistress exchanged the leash from Tawny’s collar for a chain, which She hooked to a post. I watched Mistress prepare a syringe, which She injected into Tawny’s new Puppy cunt lips, making her cry out in pain.
“Since you have so graciously joined my project, Puppy Tawny, I wish to try something slightly different with you than with Foxy. You will receive the same canine hormones as Foxy does, but not the DNA, thus feeling the same urges and Heat as she does, but without the changes to a hybrid as she is becoming.” I watched as Mistress rubbed the dog musk on Tawny’s Puppy cunt, which excited me with its scent, and then Mistress rose up. “I will return in a few minutes, Foxy and Tawny, behave until then, and do not play until then.”
Chapter Eight
While we waited, I padded over to my water, drinking some of my medicine, enjoying the renewed feeling as some small part of my brain now realized that in addition to its other properties that was highly addictive as well. I watched Tawny, as she went from crying and trying to pull on the chain holding her to beginning to pant, her Puppy cunt lips flaring with her new need. I wondered why Mistress was treating Tawny somewhat differently, but thought it was for taking and playing with me without Mistress’ permission. How much crueller, to live a Puppy life with a human body, rather than changed to one as I was becoming?
Some small part of me still dreamed of escape, of my lost Anna life, but it seemed very improbable. I had no idea if any doctors could reverse the changes in me; the loss of my voice, and the milk filled breasts. Not to mention the constant Heat that my Puppy cunt was always in now, insisting and demanding to be fucked, preferably by Master Arthur or other Dog Cocks. How could I fulfil that if I left?
I listened to Tawny as her pleas for me to somehow help her get free became pleas for me to lick her, to make her cum, which I ignored, Mistress having Commanded us not to play. Soon enough the click of Mistress’ boots sounded, and my heart leaped as I saw her bring in Master Arthur. I yipped at him in greeting as He trotted over to me, lifting my bum so that he could sniff, and sniffing him in turn.
Mistress sat down by Tawny, Her fingers lightly tracing Tawny’s Puppy cunt, teasing her swollen clitty. I licked Master Arthur’s sheath, teasing out his tip, savouring his taste. Soon Master Arthur licked my Puppy cunt with long powerful strokes of his rough tongue, while Mistress tormented Tawny, bringing her close to cumming then stopping just before, making Tawny’s Heat worse and worse.
I Presented, lowering my head and raising my ass up, feeling Master Arthur’s huge paws grip me as he Mounted his bitch. I yelped in pain and joy as the engorged Dog Cock poked at me, seeking and then thrusting powerfully into my soaked Puppy cunt. As I began to push my hips back and fuck my Master in return, I heard Mistress ask Tawny, “You want that too, don’t you Puppy Tawny?”
“No, Mistress, please don’t have that done to me,” Tawny begged, but we could all hear the longing mixed with the terror in her voice, as her Heat rose ever stronger. I whimpered as Master Arthur Knotted me, his Dog Cum shooting deep within me. Sometime later, he withdrew from me with a jerk, and Cum splashed down my legs and onto the floor. I went to lick and clean my Master, but Mistress whistled, calling me over to her and Tawny.
“Foxy, get in front of Puppy Tawny now.” Mistress rolled me over onto my back, and parted my legs, baring my Dog Cum drenched Puppy cunt to Tawny. “Tawny, lick Foxy clean now.”
Tawny hesitated at first, and then lowered her head to me, her tongue lapping at me, licking up my juices and the Dog Cum. I moaned and shuddered as colours exploded in my brain, Tawny’s tongue ring flicking at my clitty. I hoped that she would keep at it forever, but Mistress had other ideas…
“Foxy, get on your fours. Tawny, follow me, to the bench.” I watched as Mistress led Tawny to the Breeding bench, securely fastening her to it. Mistress pressed the remote to the Outside door, and in trotted a very large dog, a Great Dane, all grey and white. “Tawny, this is Caleb, one of my best dogs. Caleb, Lick” Mistress Commanded him, and so he began to, bathing Tawny’s whole body with his tongue and slobber.
Tawny cried, begging Caleb to stop at first, but soon was moaning, trying to press her new Puppy cunt against Caleb’s mouth. While he was breaking Tawny’s will, Mistress sat on the chair beside me, rubbing something slippery on and into my Puppy cunt. Every few minutes Mistress bade Caleb to stop, before Tawny could cum, then had him resume when she was further away from it.
“This is what happens to naughty girls that steal my Puppy and play with her without my permission, Tawny. If you decide you are ready, beg me, and perhaps I will let Caleb fuck your Puppy cunt and make you cum.” While taunting Tawny so, Mistress began to finger me, first one then two, exploring and fingering me ever deeper, spreading me wider.
Tawny resisted for a few minutes, then begged, “Please Mistress, tell Caleb to fuck me?”
I gasped as a third and fourth finger entered me, filling me again just when my Puppy cunt had begun to close, and Mistress Commanded “Caleb, Take!”
I whimpered in a bit of pain as Mistress closed Her thumb into me, making a fist. I began to ride Her hand within me, my inner walls contracting, watching in some awe as Caleb Mounted Tawny, poking his enormous Dog Cock at her Puppy cunt, until he slid it home. She screamed as he began to fuck her hard, his hips bucking as he claimed her. Tawny rocked back and forth on the bench, her eyes wide in lust and terror, screaming as Caleb made her his bitch, forcing his croquet ball sized Knot within her Puppy cunt. Repeatedly Tawny and I came together, me from Mistress’ fist pounding me from within, Tawny from being Knotted and the Dog Cum spurting into her womb, running out too.

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Fucking Sleeping Leah 3. Alternate

The alternate. I’m sorry that some of you didn’t like the rape ending to my series of stories, so I’m making a second one. Please keep in mind that I’m a fast typist, I really don’t care that much about punctuation, because I just want to get this done and read it. So just ignore the punctuation stuff and some grammar, or don’t read it… Thanks. (I’ll try to make less mistakes ;] )

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Hey there xnxx.com readers.
Just for privacy reasons I won’t reveal my name, but I’m 19 and I go to community college in California. I’m black mixed with some native american and some mexican also, and I’m a bit on the skinny side. I want to try to workout more but I recently landed a job so I’m much more busy. The area I live in is quiet and boring, but it’s also safe so I never worry about someone smashing my windows in. I found this site about a year ago and now that I’ve just recently had my first time I finally have something to write about. All the stories I will write will be true stories involving me; I’m not good at making stories up in my imagination. This first story spans the last 3 weeks, from the time I broke up with my ex the Thursday after Valentine’s Day, to just a couple days ago, on March 9th. My life has gotten so much better since the breakup, I almost forgot she existed haha! Anyway, that’s me, and here’s a preview of my first story. Also, I’ll try to name my chapters after song titles that describe my mood at different moments in the story.
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*Note that the contents are 99% true, the only changed aspects are the names of the people involved. Enjoy :D*
-Friday, February 17th: Grenade-
I woke up that morning at 7:30am like normal. My phone’s alarm incessantly rings in my ears until I turn to my left, pick it up off my nightstand, and silence it with the push of a button. Then I turn back over and look at the ceiling in my room and breathe a long sigh. The sun shone through my window blinds, giving my room a striped pattern of light and darkness. My clothes sat scattered on the floor, but my laundry hamper was empty. My nightstand was a bit dusty, comprising of my lamp, an old broken radio/alarm/CD player, and my deodorant stick that acted as a paperweight for the several fast food receipts of the past few weeks. This morning wasn’t much different from any other. However the main difference was that today, I woke up single for the first time in 3 months. I laid there thinking about what had just occured the day before.
Yesterday I broke up with my ex, Kristine. I met her on Facebook in early November, and she went to my old high school across town before I transferred to one closer to me. She was a 20 year old latina girl, average size body, not exceptionally curvy but not incredibly skinny either, 5 foot 4 inches tall, a tight ass and 36D boobs. She had long black straight hair and brown eyes. We talked nonstop on Facebook throughout the week, and we became a couple on November 11th, 2011 (11/11/11 I know, what a sweet anniversary!). However, the relationship was everything but sweet. We didn’t have our first date until 3 weeks after we started dating, and she was scared to tell her parents we were dating. Her mom preferred she date Latino guys, and her dad was racist against black people. So the odds were highly stacked against us. Over the length of the relationship, we managed to go on two dates, and every other time we met, we would just makeout in the back of my car.
Sometimes I would bring up the subject of sex to her, but she was a devout Christian, and pledged abstinence. She wouldn’t so much as take off her shirt for me, but she let me pull it down and suck on her nipples sometimes. That’s pretty much as far as it went. We couldn’t do anything together because she wouldn’t tell her parents. I constantly begged her to do so, and explained why it’s important, but she wouldn’t budge. So I broke up with her. I deleted her phone number, deleted her Facebook, and stopped all contact with her. Kristine was only my 2nd real girlfriend and I was torn to shreds; I’m not afraid to admit I cried on the way home from her house. I texted my best friend Luke and his girlfriend Katrina, and they invited me over to Luke’s house to comfort me and to hang out a little bit.
The sun shone in my eyes, temporarily blinding me and making me realize time was passing by. It was 7:45am, and I had to get ready for my math class at 9:30. I pushed my sheets off, rolled out of bed and stepped into the shower. I think the modern shower is one of the greatest inventions in the world. It’s not only a place to exercise good personal hygiene, but it’s also a place of serenity, a place to relax, a place to sing your heart out as your voice is drowned out by the falling water. For me, it was a place to think. A place to think about moving on with my life, and what it would take to forget Kristine’s name. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and picked up my backpack. I checked the time, it was 8:30. It usually takes me half an hour to get to my class 25 miles away, but I always like to be early. With that, I walked towards the stairs. However, I forgot to do something, so I turned around, and booted up my computer. I logged on to Mozilla Firefox, and began to update my Craigslist ads listed under “Casual Encounters: m4w.”
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Submitting

SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands

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The Best Robbery Ever

I usually don’t go around robbing people. It was a hobby when I was in college. I always found the thrill exciting when I sneak into someone’s home and steal their things. The very thought of getting caught gave me an adrenalin rush. I had stopped when I graduated, swearing I would never do it again.
Well Its been three years since I left college. I got a free lance gig as a writer and things weren’t going so well for me. I had been fired from my job because one of my co-workers filed a complaint that I sexually harassed her. Stupid bitch. She begged me to fuck her. Guess there was nothing I could do about it at the time. I’ve been looking for a job for the past few months but no one wanted to hire a sexual predator.
So now here I am, about to do the one thing I swore I would never do again. I looked in the mirror in my bed room and looked myself over. I was wearing my old black sweater and black slacks. I smirked slightly. I started feeling the adrenalin rush I used to when I was in college. Digging in my drawer I found my old ski mask. I shoved it in my pocket and chuckled a bit. “Welcome back old friend.” I said looking in the mirror. I grabbed my bag of tools in case of emergency and walked out, locking my door, and heading to my car. Getting in I pulled off to the richer side of New York.
The homes of the rich were pretty far off from the city. The more rich someone was, the farther their home would be from the city. I drove for nearly two hours before seeing a pretty big house at the end of the street. It sure did look like it belonged to someone who had money. I sighed before turning off my head lights and parking behind their house, putting on my ski mask. Lights were on, so someone was home. “Shit.” I got up and grabbed my bag of tools before walking up to the window. A woman was laying on the couch. From what I could see she was sleeping. I went in my bag and pulled a frequency distributor from my bag and planted it on the ground, turning it on to take out any type of alarm system this woman had.
I took out a hammer and smashed the window before twisting the lock off the window and opening it. I climbed in, looking at woman who was asleep in front of her TV. She had long black hair and a fair complexion. I smiled slightly as I looked over her body. She was nice and curvy, with a nice set of tits. She was wearing a baby blue baby doll night gown and her ass peaked out a bit from under it. I smirked and started walking around the house, picking up things I saw of value and putting them in my bag. I walked back downstairs and stopped when I saw the woman was awake. She looked uneasy, as if she sensed me in her house. “Fuck” I muttered under my breath. She turned around hearing my voice and she got up, clearly startled. “Who are you?!” She asked me. She didn’t wait for an answer before she got up and took off running for what I’m assuming is the nearest phone. I swore and ran after her, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her on the floor. She screamed for help and I punched her in the face. “Shut up! Just shut up you stupid bitch!” The woman stopped screaming but she was crying. “What’s your name?” I asked her. She was shaking and sobbing. “K..Karen. My name is Karen.” She said. I looked at Karen and smiled. “Karen. Nice name.” I looked over her body before smirking. I pulled her up by her arm and pulled her back into the living room. “Please, please, please don’t hurt me.” She begged. “Take whatever you want just don’t hurt me.”
I reached into my bag and took out some electrical tape. “Oh don’t worry sweet heart. You’re going to enjoy every minute of what I have planned.” Forcing Karen on her knees I held her hands behind her back, wrapping the table around them tightly. I went in my pocket and pulled out a switch blade, cutting her night gown off her body. I let out a slight groan, looking at her body. She had such smooth skin, and her breasts were so round and perky. I felt myself getting hard. “I didn’t come here intentionally to do this, but you woke up and, well, how could I pass this up?” I asked her. She was shaking her head crying. “No please, please don’t do this.” She begged and shook under me and I smirked. I took my cock out from my pants and chuckled. “But I want to.” I forced her mouth open and shoved my cock in her mouth. “Bite me and I’ll break your fucking neck like a tooth pick.” I used her hair as a handle before I started slamming her face down on my cock. She gagged and choked but I loved the noise. Her saliva felt so good on my cock it was unbelievable. I held her head in my hands before I started to thrust into her mouth. “God you feel amazing.” I told her. I watched her eyes as they widen and her throat swelled each time I shoved my cock down her throat. It wasn’t long until I emptied my balls in her throat. She choked and cried before I pulled out. She sobbed looking at the ground. I could see my cum dripping from her mouth. I walked up behind her and started jacking off to get myself hard again. I pushed her face down to the floor and looked at her pussy. I shoved my cock deep into her and started to thrust. I could see her breasts shaking every time I hit the hilt.
“Gah please stop! Stop!” Karen cried. I ignored her and only pounded harder and faster. My cock throbbed inside of her and I didn’t last much longer. I busted a load in her pussy, showering her walls with my hot sticky cum. I pulled out and chuckled. I looked at her, planning on leaving her like that before I heard t he door opening. “Mom I’m h-” Called a fairy like voice. I looked up and saw a teenage girl standing in the door way, frozen in fear. I assumed my presence is what made her cut her arrival announcement short. I picked up my knife and pulled Karen’s head back, placing it on her neck. “Get inside, close the door and lick it, and stand over here or else I’ll slit your mother’s throat.” I warned her. The scared girl did exactly what I told her and I sighed. Karen was begging me not to hurt her daughter and I laughed, letting go of her hair and letting her head drop on the floor. “Strip off you clothes. All of them.” I told her. The girl shook but took off all of her clothes. I smiled before turning Karen over on her back. “I want you to beat up your mom.” I told her. The girl shook her head. “No I’m not going to do that!” She yelled. I took my knife and stabbed Karen’s arm. “Will you do it now?” I asked her. The girl nodded and walked over to her mother when I backed away. “I’m sorry mom.” She said before she punched her mother in the face.
I smirked watching the girl beat up her mother, punching her face, chest, and stomach. I began stroking my cock at the sight. The girl had her mother’s eyes and hair color, but her breasts were smaller than her mother’s. Even so, they still shook as she pounded her mother to a pulp. I smirked groaning before picking up my tape again and grabbing the girl’s arms, wrapping tape around them and shoving her to the side. I picked up my knife again before looking at the two. “Anyone else live here?” I asked. They both shook their heads before I smirked. “Good.” I knelt down and started stabbing Karen over and over again. I stabbed her in the face, eyes, chest and sides. Her daughter was screaming and crying, begging me to stop and Karen was just screaming for her life. I chuckled when Karen laid still. Pushing Karen’s legs open I went to her daughter and picked her up by the hair. I dragged her over to the corpse and put her face in between the corpse’s legs. “Get licking.” I told her. When she shook her head begging me not to make her I forced her face into the dead pussy. “Start eating that pussy you little slut.” She started licking and the corpse released its bodily fluids. A mixture of piss and cum poured out and I smirked. “Swallow it all.” I told her. The girl grimaced and did as she was told before I pulled her head free. “Hungry?” I asked her. She shook her head and I chuckled. “Too bad.” I picked up the corpse by the hair, and grabbed the daughter by the hair before dragging both to the kitchen. I sat the daughter down in a chair and laid the corpse on the table. I used my knife and started cutting the meat off of the bones. “What’s your name?” I asked the girl. She trembled and stuttered. “M….M….Meghan.” She said.
“Well Meghan I hope you like ground meat.” I said. When I was finished cutting the meat off I tossed it in a frying pan, frying it up. I finished frying it after a few moments and plated it before walked over to Meghan and sitting the plate in front of her. I picked up a fork and picked up some meat before holding it to her mouth. “Eat.” I told her. She shook her head and cried before I slapped her. “I said eat it!” She screamed and I shoved the fork in her mouth. I forced her to eat all of the meat before thinking. “Please let me go sir.” Meghan begged. I shook my head. “I would have loved to. I really would, but you’ve seen too much.” I said before pulling her hair back and slitting her throat. I let her fall forward on the table and I sighed happily. Pulling her off the chair I positioned myself to enter her asshole. I pushed my dick in, fucking her ass slowly, enjoying the feeling. I watched as her wide eyes stared at nothing. I came and rolled her over on her back before shoving my dick in her pussy. I pounded away watching her body rock. I kissed down her stomach, sticking my fingers in her mouth and wiggling them. I came hard and chuckled before getting up and fixing my pants. I went to the living room and picked up all of my things, making sure I had all of the things I wanted to take, before leaving the house. I smirked feeling satisfied and went home.

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4 – Senior Year

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have three stories before this – while the other three stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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Eleventh grade was incredibly non-descript. I did a lot of the same things I imagine most teenage boys did in the early 2000s in a big city – smoking pot, drinking when I could get my hands on alcohol, and just trying to get action wherever and whenever I could.
I was still carrying on my sexual relationship with Mrs. Curtis, one of the Phys. Ed. Teachers at my school, during the school year, and I have to admit that she was the best fuck I had probably had to that point. By the time I was seventeen and finishing eleventh grade, I had probably slept with around twenty or so different girls and women. I never really thought about why at the time, but thinking back, I have eventually understood that women talk, and the blessing in my pants was something a small number of experienced young women were after. None of them compared to my experiences with Mrs. Curtis, though, not even the threesome I had had with my best friend’s sister and one of her friends. I think a big part of it was the risk of getting caught – we almost always were going at it on school property somewhere, save for the odd time where we met in one of our cars.
Summer had approached entirely too quickly – I spent most of my three months off working for my dad, doing whatever needed to be done around the office. I was essentially the coffee bitch and ended up filling in as the secretary for a month after the one who worked there abruptly quit without reason.
I never was one to look forward to the first day of school, and this year was barely different. The allure of being a senior was moderately enticing, and getting to have a senior’s common area with couches and tables to hang out in before school and during spare periods was pretty relaxing. Other than that, though, I was really not looking forward to the promise of spending most of the nine months learning about stuff that wouldn’t even be relevant to my educational path beyond high school. Above all, however, I was least looking forward to going through another school year without a girlfriend. I had been with a few women multiple times, not really bouncing between women, but sticking with one for a few weeks or a month, and I was genuinely starting to feel like I was missing something.
Sex is always welcome in my life, but most of my guy friends had been going steady with someone for at least half a year at this point, and I was starting to feel like a bit of an extra wheel whenever we’d go places. We would have dinner for five or seven, and most of my guy friends were too busy most of the time. By the time September rolled around, I was feeling pre-emptively dejected about how I would fare as a senior.
As I parked across the street from school on orientation day, picking up my schedule and books, my heart jumped a few beats. There was Emily, my first girlfriend. The girl who had taken my virginity and shared most of my first experiences with the fairer sex.
“Oh my God, Rob!” she screamed as she ran up to me, hugging me tightly like she hadn’t been gone the last eighteen months.
I was at a complete loss for words. This was the girl who meant everything to me. This was the girl I first thought I loved, though in reality, she was just the first female to accept me into her bed, so that probably played a big part in those feelings.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to spit out.
“Nice to see you too, Rob,” she rolled her eyes at me. “I convinced my parents to let me finish school at home so I would have an easier time applying to universities. They agreed that it would also be nice if I could graduate with the friends I’ve had for most of my life.”
“I’m so happy to see you, you have no idea,” I was beaming at her.
“Look, I’m on my way home, but let me know if you want to get together,” she proposed.
“Is that ok with your parents? The last time your mom saw me…” I mumbled, remembering the awkward situation that led to Emily being taken out of school in tenth grade.
“Look, Rob, they know I’m turning eighteen in a few months, and they know they can’t stop me from being promiscuous. They really like you do, my dad always thought you were super polite and respectful. Part of the condition for me being allowed to be at school again is that I put school first, but they’re fine with me having a boyfriend – it’s probably better than me sleeping around.”
“I’d love to see you, then. I’ve really missed you, Emily… you have no idea how much.”
Grabbing my hand in hers, she began writing on it, “Here’s my new cell phone number. Text me later, and maybe you can come over for dinner tonight. I’ll try to smooth things out with my mom before you come over!”
I hug her again, and she lifts her head, kissing me lightly on the lips, before running off to catch up to Alexa, her ride home.
I went into the school and got my schedule, saying hello to some friends on the way and meeting a few of the new faculty members. I grabbed some pre-application forms for university, and made my way to the gym.
Knocking on the door, I poked my head inside to see Mrs. Curtis chatting with some student I didn’t recognize, as well as two older people I imagine where this girl’s parents.
“Oh and this my star athlete, Rob!” Mrs. Curtis said, with sarcasm that this family couldn’t detect.
“Hey, Mrs. Curtis, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something,” I tell her, backing out of the room and apologizing to the family.
“No need, young man,” the father addressed me. “We need to get going as it is – Mrs. Curtis, it was nice to meet you, and I look forward to helping you with any lacrosse teams I can!”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Stevens. Have a great day!” She follows them to the door, closing it behind them. She clicks the lock shut, and slowly turns around biting her lip.
“Look, Mrs. Curtis, as much as I’d definitely love to right now, there’s a more important reason I came down to the gym. Emily is back in town, and is finishing school as a senior here.”
“Yes, I heard about that, Rob. Are you going to try to get back together?”
“I think she wants to – I just ran into her across the street, and… I don’t know, I just feel like this is something I should maybe not be doing if I have a steady girlfriend. Especially since you’re the reason she’s been gone.”
“I’m still sorry about that, Rob. I think it’s worked out pretty well for the both of us in the meantime, though. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Melanie, we both know that what goes on here is fucking incredible. That’s not my concern. I can’t be having sex with you if me and Emily get back together.”
“Are you back together yet?” she asked me, pulling at my cock through my trousers.
“Well, not technically, I guess, but today isn’t really a good day to be doing this sort of thing is it? There could be new students touring the building, or you may get called to go meet someone.”
“So you’re not technically dating again, yet. And judging by Mr. Hard in your pants, he doesn’t seem to think it makes a difference either way.”
“You can’t seriously expect me to keep fucking you the entire school year if I do end up having a serious girlfriend!”
“I don’t expect you to, Rob. Right now, though” she trailed off, dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants.
Grabbing her under the arms, I lifted her back up gazing down into her eyes.
“Mrs. Curtis. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, because what we’ve had has been better than anything else I’ve had, but I don’t think I can do this. I think I might actually have feelings for her, and I can’t just do something like this without feeling bad about it.”
Her hand snaked its way into my pants, circling my hard cock to the best of her ability.
“Look, Rob, I know things are going to have to change. But… maybe we could just have one last time? Right now. I need it, and you obviously need it,” she responds, once again dropping to her knees.
As my head enters her mouth, I look down at her, her eyes locked onto mine, fucking me with them as well as she’s fucking me with her mouth.
“This is the last time, then. You promise?” I ask her, not entirely sure if I even care as the suction feels heavenly.
“We’ll see,” she grins up at me, before taking my cock into her throat.
“Mrs. Curtis to the front desk please, Mrs. Curtis to the front desk.” She’s being paged over the PA system.
“Fucking timing,” she pouts after pulling my cock out of her mouth.
Pulling me by my cock behind her, she drops her pants and leans over the chair, picking up the phone. Looking at me, she tilts her head to ask what I’m waiting for.
Lining up my cock with her pussy, I slide it along, spreading some wetness to make sure it goes in smoothly.
“This is Mrs. Curtis – I’m kind of indisposed at the moment,” she says into the phone, looking back at me and licking her lips. “I realize you need me at the front desk, but I’m having – OW. As I was saying, I’m having some female issues and need a few minutes in my office to compose myself. I will be up as soon as I can, thank you!”
Looking back, she smacks my arm – retaliation for pinching her nipples through her shirt.
“You should probably be wearing a bra then,” I laugh, as I shove my cock into her now soaked pussy.
“Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been missing all summer,” she moans.
I gently ease myself in about halfway, allowing her to reorient herself to my size. Pulling her hair, I grab her neck, and bite hard on her ear.
“There’s no time for this Rob, just FUCK ME already,” she half yells.
I oblige, starting to pump in and out of her hot grasp, grabbing her arm behind her to get a better rhythm going. She squeezes my cock hard with her pussy, obviously meaning that I do really need to make this as fast as possible.
Being that I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks at this point, that was no problem. I fucked her hard and fast, and within five minutes, I was dumping my load in her, panting heavily and leaning on her as my cock kept pulsing.
“You never go soft do you?” she asked. “I wish we had more time, but you’re going to have to take care of that yourself, or just shove it back in your pants for now.”
Grabbing my chin, she pulls me towards herself, kissing me gently. Holding my still sticky cock in her hand, she looks me in the eyes and smiles, knowingly.
“If you get back together with Emily, I want you to know that you can still come visit me as often as you need, Rob. If she’s being a bitch, or not giving you any on the regular, and you need to cum, just come see me. I mean it. You can be as faithful as you want, but you’re seventeen still. You’ve been fucking pretty regularly, and you need to cum a lot from my experiences with you. So, if you ever feel the need, come visit. I’d spread these legs for you any time, sweety.”
With that, she pulled her pants up, but not before dipping a couple fingers in her pussy and bringing them out with both of our juices on them. Savoring the taste, she was still licking them after we had left the room and she was walking towards the stairs.
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Later that afternoon, I had texted Emily concerning that evening’s plan, and was told to come over to her house around seven for dinner with her family. I showed up with flowers for Emily’s mother, hoping to lessen the blow of seeing my face for the first time since our incident almost two years ago.
“Hello, Rob, nice to see you!” Emily’s mother greeted me somewhat enthusiastically.
“Hi, it’s very nice to see you. These are for you,” I handed her the flowers.
“Oh they’re beautiful! I’ll go put them in some water – come in, come in!”
Honestly. I felt a little uneasy about this hello. The last time Emily’s mom had seen me, her daughter had my cum on her, and I was still mostly hard, standing completely naked a few feet away from her.
“Hey Rob,” Emily squealed, bounding down the stairs towards me. Jumping into my arms, she hugged me tight for the second time that day. She looked up for a kiss, but I turned away, motioning that her parents were standing right behind her.
“That’s ok, Rob, we know you two haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Her dad was staring at me coldly, despite the approving words he had just offered.
Dinner was relatively uneventful – I was polite as always, and explained that I was excited about my senior year starting the next day. I was lying, but I felt that it would be encouraging for them to know that I was very interested in school, and looking forward to getting into a good university. In reality, I got on the honor roll every year, but I never really put any effort into school. I did homework and paid attention in class, and that sufficed most of the time.
After dinner, Emily and I were still sitting on the back deck, although we had moved a little closer together, and I had my arm around her. We were kissing, and generally just being civil – keeping it decent, just in case anyone came back outside or was watching from a window above – until Emily leaned over and grabbed my cock through my pants whispering how much she had missed it since she’d been gone.
“You know I haven’t even fucked since I’ve been gone, Rob?”
“How could I know that, babe?”
“I missed you both so much,” she giggled.
“I missed you too. I knew I did, but I didn’t really know how much until I saw your face earlier.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. We’re gonna have such a great year together, I promise,” she cooed in my ear. “You better get going soon, though. It’s getting late for a school night, and I have to at least try to make a good effort for the first day.”
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then. It’s a date,” I winked to her.
Lying in bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. Normally the last night before school, I couldn’t sleep because I was dreading the hell that would be the next nine months of my life. This time, I couldn’t sleep because I was too busy grinning to nobody and thinking about how truly wonderful this year could end up being with Emily back in my life.
——
The next day, I woke up from just a couple hours of sleep, managing to find my way to school.
As I walked in the side door to the senior’s locker area, I got bear hugged off the ground from behind by my best friend Bill.
“Hey fucker, I heard Emily’s back in town! You gonna pick up where things left off?”
“I think we’re going to try and see how things go ya,” I laughed, as he carried me over to and threw me on the couch.
“What’s your schedule like, dude? Do we have any classes together?”
“Probably just music,” I replied, “unless you decided to stop taking sciences, or I decided to start taking them.
“Well engineering is going to be a bitch to get into, so I’m in if a course has AP available, I’m in it.”
“Have fun, man,” I responded. “I still don’t know why you want to be an engineer, but if you want to, good luck.
Bill had always been an athletic, good-looking guy. He was popular with the ladies, but also with teachers because he always made time from our goofing off to study and do exceedingly well in school.
“What are you doing after school?” Bill asked.
“I have that fucking band tryout.”
“We have to tryout for band now? I thought it was mandatory?”
“No, dude, the student rock band. They need a bassist because Kendra graduated last year,” I reminded him.
“Oh ya, I forgot you were doing that.”
I had started playing bass for fun in the spring of that year. I had always been musical, preferring it to the other fine arts at school, and was always the go to guy for the percussion section in our ensembles. I decided to start playing bass, and had practiced a fair amount – hopefully enough to get the part. My mentor had been nagging me towards the end of my junior year to get more involved at school in order to have more to put on my applications this year – student rock band was my first step.
I was putting my stuff away in my locker when a hand reached around me and covered my eyes. Spinning around, I grabbed the culprit and quickly saw that it was Emily. I pulled her in close and hugged her to me, which was the extent of what we were able to do in school. They had a very strict PDA rule, and a few of the older teachers made sure it was enforced to the nth degree.
“Are you ready for day one, babe?” She teased me.
“Of course, nothing would make my life more complete than another nine months of school,” I answered dully, as the first bell rang, warning us to get to class.
“I have law and history before lunch,” I told Emily, intending to tell her I’d see her during lunch.
“I do too!” She cut me off. “We should try to talk Mr. Halman into letting us go a few minutes early for lunch since it’s the first day back and we have such stressful lives we need to escape from,” she said as we walked towards our first class of the year.
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As we walked out of class a few minutes before the lunch bell rang (Emily had worked her charms to get her way, as usual), Emily grabbed my hand and told me to meet her outside immediately so we could go get lunch before all the other people got out of class.
As I walked outside a minute later, her beauty floored me once again. She had taken off her dress shirt, and was wearing a super tight gray tank top with her kilt rolled up so you could see her panties clearly if she bent over.
“Let’s go, already,” she whined, wanting to get off the property as fast as possible.
As we climbed into my awesome minivan, I asked her where she wanted to eat, as there were a number of crappy fast food chains in the area, as well as a mall with a large food court only a few minutes away.
“Let’s go get street meat from the guy near the soccer field,” she told me.
Five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of the soccer field that our school leased for the autumn season. We ate our hot dogs, Emily seeming to scarf hers down like she hadn’t eaten in months.
Before I could even finish my hot dog, she grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards my van.
“Babe, I’m still eating,” I told her.
“Well finish up quick, because I have two years worth of horniness to get out of my system and we only have forty minutes until we need to get back to school,” she said, unbuckling my belt and fishing my flaccid member out.
As I finished my hot dog, Emily took off her tank top and unpinned her kilt, letting me see her beautiful figure. She had definitely gained a bit of weight in both of the right places, and was curvier than I remembered. Later she told me she’d finally broken a C cup, and was obviously proud about her curves.
I grabbed her blonde ponytail, and forced her to my quickly hardening cock. As I pulled my pants off, she had already managed to get me hard as a rock, and was fondling my balls at the same time.
She undid her bra and pulled off her panties all the while keeping me in her mouth, albeit sloppily.
“Babe, I hate to stop blowing you, because I think we’ve both missed my blowjobs, but I need you in me now,” she moaned.
I felt a momentary pang of guilt, remembering how she hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, while I was getting regular sex during the school year from the woman who had gotten her sent away in the first place, not to mention the twenty-odd other girls and women I had been inside since she had left.
Emily lay on her back in the middle of my van (I had removed the two bucket seats, so there was only two front seats and a back bench – a trick I had learned for those times when I drank too much and was not afforded the opportunity to sleep inside at whatever party we were at), beckoning me to her with her finger.
As I lay on top of her, and put the tip of my cock in, her long legs wrapped around me, urging me to fuck and fuck hard.
Emily had never been one for ‘making love’, so to speak – she was more interested in just having a good fuck since the first time we had done the deed. I had learned a few things since she’d been gone, however, and started to put them into practice, wondering where her objections might be, if they even existed.
As I drove my hard cock in and out of her incredibly tight pussy, I hunched over and grabbed her tit, biting her nipple hard, causing her to scream in ecstasy. She began to claw at my back, and probably would have drawn blood if I had taken my beater off.
After a few minutes of abusing her nipples, she asked me to fuck her from behind, which I was more than happy to do.
Getting on her knees, I got above her, with my legs in front of hers, and tilted my pelvis back to allow myself to hit against her G-Spot with every thrust. Her pussy walls were soon contracting as she came all over my cock, liquid dribbling out between us in the few spaces that existed.
Pinching her nipple, I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back, causing her to arch backwards. Taking this opportunity, I bit her neck right above her collarbone, causing a second quick orgasm to erupt juices all over our legs.
“Holy fuck!” She wailed, feeling two years of sexual frustration quickly release during repeated climax.
As I was getting ready to shoot my load somewhere, she had her third orgasm.
“CUM IN ME!” She screamed at me, a departure from her usual preference of face or breasts – probably for the best since we had more classes in the afternoon.
Taking her cue, I unloaded what had to be a dozen strong shots of my semen into her throbbing, hot pussy. It felt like it as never going to end, and she was still quivering from her latest orgasm, as I continued to tease her nipples after my own orgasm had abated.
“Holy fuck, Rob, that was better than anything I remember in my life,” she gasped for air.
Leaning against the back bench seat, I grabbed a towel that was conveniently laying there, and started to wipe the sweat off my face and body.
Before I could wipe my cock off, Emily pushed my hand away, taking it in her mouth once more.
“Oh my God, we taste so good, babe,” she moaned.
In just seconds, I was rock hard again, and she was pushing the bench seat back, and straddling me.
“I don’t know if we have time for more, Emily,” I told her, glancing at my watch.
“I just need to cum once more,” she begged.
“So you want to cum again and I’ll just have a huge erection to hide in my pants for the next twenty minutes?” I laughed at her.
“Shut up and just do it, and I’ll make it up to you after school,” she said.
“I have band tryout after school,” I managed to get out before she clamped a hand over my mouth.
“We’ll figure it out, just fucking let me fuck you,” she yelled at me, getting a bit testy.
Only a couple minutes later, with me tweaking her nipples and slipping my middle finger into her asshole as she rode me, her pussy was contracting on my cock again.
Climbing off after a few minutes of recovery, she started to get dressed, apparently being quite serious that I would just have to worry about my own hard on for a bit.
Somewhat agitated, I managed to pull my pants up, my cock obviously showing throw them, hard as can be, and composed myself, hoping there would be some relief before I had to walk back into school.
As we arrived, there was no one in the yard or on the deck at the school, so we were more than likely late for our afternoon classes. Third class of the day and she already had one tardy – definitely not a good way to impress the parents, but oh well. I was confident she’d make up some bullshit excuse about getting stuck in a long line at Wendy’s or something.
Before we got to the side door, she quickly pulled me close, giving me a kiss and telling me she’d wait for me to finish my tryout so we could finish what I didn’t get to, which put a bit of a smile on my face, but did not help the fact that I was still incredibly hard. Because of the trousers we had to wear at school, as well as my size, it was exceedingly obvious that I had a massive erection.
Fortunately, the locker area and halls seemed empty as I walked in a couple minutes later.
Turning the corner to my locker, I had a sudden sense of dread, as I saw a few teachers standing in between my locker and myself. Trying to quietly walk past without rousing suspicion, one of the teachers noticed I was probably late for class.
“Tardy on the first day, Mr. Stenson, tsk tsk” he scolded me.
“Err… ya, I uhhh…” Lying was obviously not my thing, as I was more concerned with hiding the situation in my pants.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Edinct,” I heard a familiar voice say from out of sight, “I’ll deal with him.”
Mrs. Curtis got up from a chair that was facing the other way in the senior lounge area, and told me to get my books for the next class and that I would be there momentarily after she had a word with me after the merits of being on time.
“Just follow me to my office, and I will write up your tardiness and you can be on your way,” she told me, walking away before I even grabbed my books.
Grabbing my books, I jogged to catch up to her, my still hard penis pushing against the restraint of my pants. I knew this was not going to be a pleasant interaction. Walking into the gym office, Mrs. Curtis shut the door behind me.
Sitting down at her desk, she starts writing on a piece of paper. Looking up at me, she asks why I’m late.
“I lost track of time is all. I was out for lunch,” I explain.
“It must have been a very exciting lunch,” Mrs. Curtis laughed.
“Pardon me?”
“You’re hard as a rock, and the way Emily looked when she walked in, you two probably spent the whole time fucking!”
“Well… uhhhh,” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
“It’s ok, I understand you young people, especially with what she gets to use,” she says, a twinkle in her eye as she stares at my groin. “I just can’t believe you’re still hard – you last longer than even I know, apparently.”
“Well she didn’t quite let me finish because we were going to be way late,” I managed to find my voice again.
“She left you all hard with nothing to do?”
“Well, we did fuck, and I came, but she started again, and came, and then we had to get back to school,” I described the last fifteen minutes.
“It’s a shame to let a nice hard cock go to waste… why don’t you come over here, Rob, and let me help you? The offer still stands, of course.”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea. Is it ok if you just write that tardy slip and I’ll get to class?”
“That’s fine with me. You don’t need a tardy slip, though. I’ll just explain that you were helping me do something and I needed you to stay a bit late. It’s going to be awfully embarrassing walking into your class with that tent in your pants, though,” she laughed at me.
“Well if it’s alright, maybe we can wait here for a couple minutes until things subside?”
“If you think you can stop from staying hard in here, be my guest,” she says as she leans back in her chair and spreads her legs, rubbing her hand on her pussy through her pants. “Don’t mind me, Rob. I can wait for a while,” she says slipping her hand inside her pants.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper to myself, realizing what’s about to happen.
After a minute passes, she asks if I’m ready to go, obviously phrasing the double entendre.
Closing her eyes, she starts to moan softly, and my cock starts to hurt from the pressure of the pants as well as the need to cum. Conceding defeat, I pull my cock out and start to stroke it.
Mrs. Curtis opens her eyes and wheels the chair over, taking the tip in her mouth – one day with my girlfriend again and I’m already the worst boyfriend on Earth.
“Mmmm,” she moans over my cock. “She tastes good, Rob,” she grins at me. “I don’t think we have time to really get into this, so let me just take care of you quickly, sweety,” she says and quickly devours my cock.
Moments later, I was cumming for the second time in the last half hour, and feeling guilty.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty boring, but my audition for the bass player in the student rock band went great, and I ended up getting the part on the spot. As I walked out of the audition, I headed to my locker to grab my bag, and to look for Emily, as she was probably expecting a ride home. It took me ten minutes, but I finally tracked her down in the library, doing some homework while she waited.
As we got into the van, she leaned over, and started to rub my cock through my pants, which I quickly stopped.
“I’m not feeling too well, Em – I think that street meat isn’t sitting very well with me,” I told her, which was a lie. I was still a little irritated with what had happened during our lunchtime tryst, as well as mad at myself for allowing Mrs. Curtis to manipulate me so easily. “I’m just gonna drop you off and head home, if that’s ok?”
“Of course, babe, I hope you feel better. I feel fine though, so maybe you’re just unlucky.”
“Must be something like that, ya,” I muttered, as I concentrated on navigating the rush-hour traffic.
One day in, and I could already tell that this year would be just as long as any other.
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Author Note: If I get positive comments I’ll consider continuing to write about my adventures in sex. This is not to force people to vote positive and leave good comments, but I’m not going to keep spending my time doing it if people aren’t enjoying them. Also, I realize it’s been like 2 or 3 years or something since my last story, and I apologize – life has been messy for a while now.

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Cumsport, CH 1

This story will be a look inside the lives of the citizens of Cumsport, city of the future. This first chapter follows Kelly, a young slut as she travels from sexual encounter to another.

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One in a Million Ch.3

J.P Finally recovers! Please R&R. Quick message, sorry for the formatting issue. this should be better. Arigato and enjoy ^^

True Story

A night with with Becca

This is the true story of how I had sex with my cousin. If you’re not really into incest, I recommend you stop reading this story right now. This is what happens when you go out and get baked, and than afterwards going to a friends house to catch up and have some shots.
It was Friday evening around 5 o’clock, when I’ve arrived from my hometown to the city to visit my uncle, aunt, and my cousins that I haven’t seen in over 2 years. It was pretty dark because it was around wintertime. Anyway my uncle didn’t live far from the airport, maybe like a 30-minute walk, it was after the wrestling season so I was still pretty in shape. I finally arrived to my uncle’s house, knocked on the door and gave a few hugs. I was surprised to see how much my cousins have grown, but in my mind I was wondering where Becca was, my favorite cousin. We used to do crazy shit together back when she lived in the small town. I walked up to the guess room not only to find out that it was a nice guestroom but also to find out Becca’s room was next door.
I decided to knock and right away she opens the door. We embrace in a hug and talked about the old days back in high school. We were both 21 but me being 3 months older. After we caught up, Becca ask me if I still smoked weed. I told her I haven’t smoked in 3 months because off wrestling season. I told her I wanted to really bad, so she tells me to hang out with Jason for awhile, while she got ready. Jason was her younger brother and the chillest cousin to hang out with because he too was a party freak.
A few minutes later, Becca told me to meet her in the garage so we could bounce and some of that chronic that she got from a friend. When I saw her, I couldn’t believe what she was wearing. Shw had on one of those tight tanktops that showed clevage, a mini skirt, knee high socks that had red with black tripes on it, and too top it off black ugg boots. I didn’t know what came over me but instantly I felt something hard in my pants. We headed out and found a nice spot to smoke without worrying about the cops. We were so blazed that driving felt impossible. We couldn’t go home just yet, because my uncle too was a pothead in his days and knew what weed smelt liked.
I found out from her that one of our buddies from high school had a nice apartment in the city, so we decided to call and see what was up. Soon as we know it we were at Matt’s house having a couple of shots, not only were we all best friends, but my cousin and Matt had a thing in high school. It was 11 o’clock still feeling a little high and drunk, we decided to bounce. We would of stayed longer, but Matt had too much to drink, so he was passed out on his couch.
We arrived at my cousin’s house about 12 o’ clock, we said high to my uncle and aunt and headed off to her room. Back in high school we would always chilled in her room when we were messed up. She turned on her stereo and the first song to pla on her ipod was Popular by Lil Wayne. Out of know where she tells me that her and matt had sex to this song last week. We just laughed and still talked about the old days.
All of a sudden, Becca falls off her bed and lands on me, being all wasted we just laughed it off. I brought up the fact that she still owed me money for the time we bought a bottle. She laughed, and suddenly we began to make-out. With no hesitation, I start to take off my shirt. Becca does the same, then while still making out I take my right hand and start grasping her left boob. She gives out a little moan. I tell her to shut up because someone might hear us, but she shut me up and told me they were all asleep. I started to unbutton her mini skirt and start kissing her slender, soft stomach. And before you know it i’m taking off her thong with my teeth. I started to spread those juicy vagina lips and started licking. She couldn’t help but moan. I took my two fingers and shoved it up her vagina, back and forth my fingers slid in and out with ease. She couldn’t stop moaning, after 10 minutes of it I told her it was my turn. So she got on top and started unbuttoning my jeans. Before she could go down she was laughing at my pink boxers that I bought at aeropostale. I told her that everytime I wore them I’ve ended up getting laid. We both laughed and she pulled down my boxers, my already erected penis stood 8 inches tall, she started to suck. Man did she suck like a pro, she even took it all in without gagging. I realize now why her and my best friend Matt was together for so long.
I couldn’t stop groaning, it felt so good, pre-cum started to come out and she didn’t mind, she started licking it off. To my dismay she even started jerking me off. Then she stopped, I asked her what was up, and she whispered in my ear that she wanted me in her. So I chucked her to the side and now it was my turn on top. I started to spread those nice legs of hers and slowly inserted my cock into her vagina. After a minute of teasing her vagina I started rocking back and forth, being a wrestler and all I had pretty good stamina, both of us started moaning. Back and forth back and forth I was tearing that pussy up. She liked it, I liked it, we were both in our own world. I told her I was gonna come and she told me to pull out. I did was she I told her and started whacking off. She opened her mouth, just like that I busted a loud in her mouth, and yes fellas she swallowed. The next morning we woke up on the ground naked, we stared into each other’s eyes and laughed. We shared a passionate kiss and headed down to breakfast.

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