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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 9: The Reconnaissance (Fixed)

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Nine: The Reconnaissance
“Fuck me, Louise!” Sarai moaned beneath me. I had on my strap-on with my large, beige color rubber cock attached. It was anatomically correct, mushroom head, veins down the penis, and a pair of cute, hairless balls. It was almost like I had a real dick, and I enjoying stuffing the monster into Sarai’s tight pussy as I fucked her hard.
I met Sarai last Friday night on a flight from Chicago to Sea-Tac. She was the first class stewardess and I took advantage of her very friendly hospitality, and her virginity, in the planes lavatory. She invited me to her hotel room when we landed just after midnight and we’d been in her hotel room ever since. We would make love for hours, and then collapse in a puddle of girl-cum and sweat, enjoying the silky feel of each other’s skin as we cuddled. Cuddling would turn into kissing and light petting, and then we would be pleasuring each other all over again.
We would only sleep for a few hours before one of us would wake up and began teasing the other. When we would get hungry, we just ordered room service and gave the bellhop an eyeful when he delivered the food, not bothering to cover our naked bodies. Sarai had an exhibitionist streak that I was more than happy to indulge. None of the bellhops seemed to mind that we stiffed them on the tip, their eyes full of desire that would vanish as we slammed the doors in their faces. They always had this hope that we would let them jump in bed with us. Men were such disgusting, yet funny, pigs.
It was Sunday morning, now, and the entire room reeked of sweat and pussy juices. I should be finding a church and attending Mass, but God, Sarai was an insatiable lover, always wanting just one more orgasm. It had been three years since my last lover, and I was having too much fun. Church would be there next week. Besides, I had my Papal Indulgence. I was already forgiven for sinning in the loving embrace of Sarai.
The back of the rubber cock rubbed deliciously on my clit as I fucked this beautiful creature. Our nipples were hard and rubbed pleasurably together and her lips were hot and wet, sucking at my neck or she would find my lips and her tongue would wiggle into my mouth. She tasted sweet and I wrestled my tongue into her mouth, exploring everywhere. Nothing else mattered but the feel of this dusky creature on my skin. I couldn’t get enough of her touch, enjoying the electricity that tingled through my body at every brush of her tongue, kiss of her nipple, or caress of her thighs. I pushed up her knees, changing the angle that my dildo slid into her and really started to fuck her hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sarai chanted. Our lovemaking cycled through sweet and loving, to hard and fast. “Fuck my naughty, Muslim cunt with your big, thick Catholic dildo!”
Her words sent me over the edge and I kissed her passionately as my body shook in orgasm. Sarai trembled beneath me, cumming herself. I rolled off her, and the large, rubber cock popped out of her pussy with a wet noise. We starred at the ceiling, hands entwined, breasts heaving with passion. Sarai rolled over, pressing her dusky body against my pale flesh. “That was spectacular,” Sarai husked, brushing a strand of sweat-matted hair off my forehead.
“It was,” I whispered back. An idea suddenly popped into my head. “Sarai, have you ever been tied up?” I cannot believe we hadn’t indulged in some bondage yet. We only had a few more hours left before she had to get ready for her work. Plenty of time to tie her up and have some fun.
Sarai blinked, then smiled naughtily. “Oooh, bondage! No, never.”
I smiled and dug through my suitcase, producing a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. Sarai stretched out on the bed, holding her hands through gaps in the headboard and with a click I handcuffed her. Then I grabbed the complementary sleeping mask off the nightstand and covered her eyes. I ran a finger down her neck and she shivered in pleasure. Then I kissed her stomach, licking up a bead of her sweat.
“I’ll be right back, sexy girl,” I told her, grabbing a discarded, royal blue slip with a black lace hem, and pulled it over my body. “I just need to get something.” Ice. Sarai would writhe in pleasure as I rubbed cold, wet ice all over her body.
“Hurry back,” Sarai moaned, wiggling on the bed, straining for my touch.
I slipped out into the hallway, ice bucket in one hand, hotel key in the other. I had made that mistake once, tying up my lover and then forgetting the hotel key. Its quite embarrassing to get a maid to let you back in and she sees your lover handcuffed naked to a bed. The ice machine was to the left and I started walking down the hall. As I passed the hotel room next to ours, the door opened and a short, balding man in a blue, silk bathrobe bent down to pick up the Sunday paper. He looked tired, haggard sacks hanging beneath red eyes. My eyes widened in shock. I don’t know why I should be surprised, not when God’s Providence was at work.
Surrounding the man was a blue-black aura, pale and sickly like a fresh bruise. This man had been touched by a Warlock.
Years of fighting Evil had honed my reflexes, and my hand moved without thought. I dipped beneath my slip, slipping two fingers into my pussy, coating my digits with sticky fingers. The man gaped at me and I used his surprise to quickly draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead and muttered, “Shama.”
The man immediately relaxed, a dopey grin spilled across the fat jowls of his face. I grabbed the man and dragged him back towards the hotel room I shared with Sarai. Adrenaline surged through my body, and my hands shook so bad it took several tries to get the key. Finally, I got the door opened and shoved the man into the room. The prayer I cast on him would make him docile for a minute or so. It would take more intimate work to get anything useful information.
“Mhh, your back,” Sarai moaned like a bitch in heat. Shit, I didn’t have time to play with her.
“Just relax, sexy,” I said. “I gotta take care of some Nun business.”
“Oh,” Sarai moaned in disappointment, “can you untie me?”
“Just hang tight, sweetie,” I said, shoving the man down onto the other bed, springs squeaking heavily. My hands untied the belt to his robe revealing a fat belly covered in graying hair and a black thong that did little to cover his junk. He was so fat that the rolls of his waist covered the thin waistband of his thong.
God, give me strength, I prayed, reaching into the thong to pull out his fat, short cock. My soft hand quickly stroked him to readiness and I pushed him back until he lay spread out across the bed. I hiked up my slip and straddled his fat waist, his cock probing the lips of my pussy, bumping my clit. I closed my eyes and lowered my cunt around his cock, moaning low in my throat. His cock’s girth stretched my pussy nicely and I rose up and started to fuck him, the bed springs squeaking loudly.
“What’s going on?” Sarai asked in a puzzled voice. She was writhing on the bed, struggling to pull her blindfold by rubbing the side of her face on a pillow. “Holy shit!” she shouted when she succeeded at pulling off her blindfold. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Um, uhh, I’m not sure!” I panted, lamely. His cock was starting to feel real nice in my pussy. I loved being with women, but there was something to be said about a real cock plumbing your depths.
“Is this your surprise?” Sarai answered, concerned. “Because I have no interest in fucking a guy, let alone some fat, old dude!”
“No, this is for my Order!” I gasped, adding a twist to my hip movement. “He’s been touched by Evil and I need to help him!” I was really fucking this guy, now, riding him hard. Having Sarai watch me was so exciting. I pulled my slip over my head and started playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting. I hoped Sarai was enjoying the sight of my perky breasts bouncing up and down. I leaned back, thrusting my tits out and his cock was hitting new, delightful places in my pussy.
“That sound’s crazy,” Sarai said. I can understand her confusion. Most people didn’t believe in the supernatural. Even the majority of Christians would find it hard to believe that the Devil made Pacts with people, giving them powers in exchange for their souls. My Order called them Warlocks. And we are dedicated to fighting them, to freeing those who the Warlock has enthralled, people like the man I was fucking.
My orgasm was building in my womb, and I rode the man hard and fast, squeezing my cunt about his cock. The man grunted and then he was flooding my pussy with his seed, hot and wet in my womb. As I came, I prayed a single word, “Rechem!” The Mark of Qayin flared white on the man’s forehead. The man went rigid for a second and then relaxed, smiling.
“What was that!” Sarai gasped. “What was that light?”
“The Prayer of Rechem,” I answered. “It will allow me to get around any commands the Warlock placed on him.” I peered down at the man, gazing into his brown eyes. “Speak your name,” I ordered the man, “and tell me what the Warlock commanded you. When you’re finished, you will be free of his power.”
“My name is Brandon Fitzsimmons,” the man said in a hypnotic, monotone. “Several days ago a man named Mark and two women appeared at my door …”
My smile grew as Brandon told his tale. God’s Providence has already led me to the Warlock’s lair.
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I woke up with a splitting headache beneath a soft comforter. Strawberry-blonde hair filled my vision and a woman’s soft ass pressed back into my cock. Mary? Right, her hair was reddish? Christ my head hurts to much to think. My cock was hard with morning wood and Mary’s ass felt so good so I slipped my cock up into her cunt. She moaned with a low, smokey voice as I started to fuck her.
“Mary?” I mumbled, that didn’t sound like her, the voice was too low to be my Mary’s. And my mind started to slowly work again, remembering that Mary’s hair wasn’t strawberry-blonde, it was a darker auburn.
“Yeah, hun,” a sleepy voice murmured behind me and another female body pressed up against my back.
“Who am I fucking?” I asked Mary.
“One of the waitresses,” Mary answered, her breasts soft and nipples hard on my back. Her hand stroked my side, resting on my hip.
“Waitresses?” I asked, and then last night came back in broken pieces.
I had proposed to Mary atop the Space Needle and she had happily said yes. Then we went downstairs to celebrate at the Skycity Restaurant. I had arranged for only the beautiful women of the wait staff to remain, naked and willing, and we had one wild orgy. Drunk on champagne, Mary and I had used and abused three of the waitresses: a raven-haired beauty named Korina, a blonde Swede named Ingrid and Xiu, the Chinese girl. I vaguely recalled fucking her ass hard and her loving it.
“Mare?” I asked, fucking the strawberry-blonde girl slowly, “did I make the Asian waitress our sex slave?”
“Yeah,” Mary answered, gently kissing the back of my neck. “She really got off on being hurt.”
“Did we make any of the other girls slaves?” I asked, struggling to remember. After ass fucking Xiu the rest of the night was just blurry pieces. Drinking champagne out of someone’s cunt, watching a five woman in a daisy chain. And a wild ride in a limo, fucking Fiona through the sun roof for all the world to see. Fiona, that was the name of the strawberry-blond girl I was fucking. Fiona moaned, sliding my hand up to her breast and wiggling her hips as I fucked her.
“Mmhh, Master’s cock fills good in my twat,” Fiona gasped.
“Guess we did,” Mary said. “Geez, I don’t remember much of last night. Except, I think I gave Xiu a Brazilian wax using a candle. And that the dirty slut came while I did it.”
Mary’s hand slid down my waist and she squeezed my buttock, then her hand slid down into my buttcrack and she started to tease my asshole. I tensed. “What’re you doing, Mare?”
“Shh, just relax, I’ve always wanted to try this,” Mary whispered and then I jumped as she jammed her finger up my ass.
It felt weird, like taking a shit in reverse, and her finger slid deeper and I fucked my hips into Fiona, trying to get away from her invading digit. And then she touched something and electricity shot through my body and my vision darkened as I came so hard in Fiona’s cunt. “Holy shit!” I moaned. “What the fuck did you do, Mare?”
She giggled. “I found your prostate. Did it make you cum hard, hun? I read in a magazine that it was the guy’s G-spot.”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure I liked it,” I said, frowning. I came hard but it just didn’t seem right to have anything shoved back up there. “It felt weird.”
Mary laughed, “You should try feeling a cock sliding up your ass, then.”
“No, thanks,” I said, rolling over, pulling my cock out of Fiona’s cunt. She moaned in disappointment then started to masturbate. I hugged Mary to me and kissed her on the lips. “Good morning, love,” I told her after the kiss.
“I feel pretty dirty,” Mary confided. “My mouth tastes likes sour pussy. Wanna take a shower with me?” she asked, archly.
I grinned and slid out of the bed. We were in a luxurious suite in the Four Seasons Hotel in Seattle. I had Allison, our sex slave, make the reservations on Friday. The cloak on the nighttable read 3:11 PM. I stretched and surveyed the room. It was a mess. We must have trashed the place last night. I found another waitress passed out on the other side of Mary. She was a big-titted, raven haired girl with a dolls face named Korina. On the floor I found Xiu, tied up with white twine and a beer bottle stuck up her ass. She gave me the happiest smile as she wiggled on the floor.
“Morning, Master and Mistress,” Xiu cooed happily. The twine that bound her was dug into her skin and her wrist were bound behind her back. Christ, the girl did like it rough.
“Where’s Chantelle and Lana?” I asked. We had met the two ladies yesterday while orca watching. They had just been married and were on their honeymoon when Mary took a liking to them and we mad them our sex slaves. And now, apparently, we had three more sex slaves.
“I think you let them have their own suite,” Mary said, rubbing at her forehead. “So they could continue their honeymoon. I want to say you gave them a week to have fun before they had to come home.” Mary eyed me up and down, giving me a considering look. “Mark, I think you’ve lost some weight. You’re looking more fit.”
Since I made my Pact with the Devil, I was feeling a lot more healthy. I looked down and my belly looked flatter. Maybe it was all the calories I was burning with sex, or maybe my wish to live a long, healthy life was slowly having its effect. Or maybe this was Mary’s Pact. She did wish us to stay young and beautiful, and face it, I was hardly beautiful, or even handsome.
I picked up Mary, cradling her in my arms. Giggling, she threw an arm around my neck and I carried Mary across the room and into the bathroom. It was huge, a large shower sat next to a jacuzzi-style bathtub that could easily fit six or seven adults. With a hiss, the shower turned on and we stepped in. The shower was warm and wet, and so was Mary. She was a stunning beauty, her auburn hair, dark and plastered to her fair skin. Freckles dotted her face, shoulders, and round, pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and dusky. My followed the curves of her hip and plump ass. Her pubic hair had been waxed, save for a fiery heart above her slit.
We soaped each other, playfully caressing the other’s body under the pretense of washing. Mary’s nipples hardened as I played with them, and my cock hardened as she washed my balls and stroked my cock in her firm grasp. With a twinkle in her eye, she knelt before me and took my cock lovingly into her mouth while her hands gently played with my balls.
“God I love you,” I moaned, as my fiancee pleasure my cock with her skilled lips and tongue. She sucked for a minute and then she slid down my cock, relaxing her throat, until her lips pressed all the way to my pubes. Her throat was tight, constricting about my cock. She pulled back, sucking the entire time before deepthroating me again. I didn’t last long, and filled her mouth with my white cum. She swallowed and stood up, kissing me passionately, her mouth salty with my cum.
I needed to return the favor, give her the same pleasure she just gave me. I knelt down before her, the shower beating on my head like warm rain, and spread her thighs. She smiled down at me, love and lust shining from her eyes. She was a magnificent woman, willing to share my lusts and perversions, and brave enough to indulge in her own perversions with me. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and my tongue found her source. She moaned wantonly as my tongue slid through her engorged labia and brushed her the hard nub of her clit. Her hands gripped my hair, guiding my lips to where she wanted to be kissed.
“Eat my pussy!” she moaned, “oh, it feels so fucking good!” Her body shuddered on my face and a fresh flood juices filled my lips as she orgasmed. “Ohh, that was nice, but your cock would feel so much better!”
I didn’t need to be told twice, pulling myself up with the shower bar and Mary’s arms wrapped wetly about me. We kissed, and she could taste her pleasure on my lips. One of her hands grasped my cock and guided me to her wet hole. I was in her, all the way, and I rested in her silky depths, enjoying my fiancee’s pleasant embrace and then I was moving inside her. Our wet groins slapped together as made love in the steam.
Our kiss broke and my lips found the gentle slope of her neck. “You’re so tight and wonderful!” I moaned into her ear. “My wet filly!”
Her tongue was wet on my ear. “Make me cum, my great stallion! Make me cum!”
I pressed her back against the shower wall and grabbed the shower bar for support and started to fuck her with a passionate urgency. Mary writhed on my cock, her arms clawing at my back in passion. “Cum for me!” I whispered, my balls tightening. “Let me feel your orgasm on my cock. Suck my balls dry!”
Mary bucked in my embrace, her cunt milking my cock, desperate for my seed. With a groan, I obliged her and shot my cum hot and thick into her womb. “Oh, fuck, I love that feeling!” she moaned. “There’s nothing better than your guy shooting his hot passion into you!”
“There’s something to be said about the loving embrace of a woman,” I retorted, savoring the last caresses of her pussy as my cock softened in her depths.
I felt a pressure in my bladder and without thinking I pulled out of Mary and started to piss in the shower. “That’s disgusting, Mark!” she said, her eyes fixed on my cock.
“What? You never pissed in the shower?”
She shook her head. “God, that’s what toilets are for, Mark. Christ what’s wrong with you?”
“Sorry, it’s what I’ve always done.”
“Well, not in my shower, mister!” she said, hands on hips. “Especially if I’m in the shower with you.”
“Fine, fine,” I said.
She stepped out of the shower and dried off. “Are you getting out?”
“Naw, its nice in here, why don’t you come back in?”
“I gotta pee, so would you mind …”
“I don’t mind,” I answered.
“Fine,” she said, annoyed and sat down on the toilet. I stared at her and she flushed red. “Don’t look?”
“I’ve seen you do some damned perverted things, Mare,” I told her. “Is watching you pee the line you won’t cross?”
She peered suspiciously at me “You’re not going to want me to pee on you, next?” she asked. “Or do you want to pee on me?”
“No,” I said, with a chuckle. “That’s pretty nasty.”
“Good, that’s the line,” she said, her urine splashing in the bowl. “If you want to do … that sorta thing, use one of the sluts.” An image of Allison writhing on the floor as I pissed, moaning in pleasure as I degraded her slutty body with my urine. Maybe I had to try that one day.
Mary stood up and grabbed some toilet paper and swiped it through her pussy lips and then flushed the toilet. And then she turned the jacuzzi on, waited for the water to fill up and slid in. The water started to bubble and I watched as she adjusted herself. She smiled broadly and writhed in the jacuzzi.
“Did you find one of the jets?”
She nodded slowly. “Come join me,” she said, waving an arm.
I shut off the shower and slid into the warm, bubbling water of the jacuzzi and slid next to Mary, wrapping an arm around her. “We’re going to need a bigger house,” I said.
“What?” she asked, voice thick with passion.
“Well, if we keep increasing the number of sluts we have, the Fitzsimmon’s house is going to get crowded.”
“We’ll build a big mansion,” Mary said. “With dozens of rooms.”
“And what’ll we do with so many sluts?”
“Put them to work. I’ve been thinking about this, they can cook, clean, tend the stables …”
“Stables?” I asked.
“For the horses,” she said, rolling her eyes. She was fond of doing that when I asked a stupid question. “And they can do the landscape and make us money.”
“Oh, how?” I asked. “Do we keep their paychecks?”
“No, no,” Mary said, shaking her head. “We can whore them out. Men’ll pay good money to sleep with our sluts!” My cock stirred at the thought of all our sweet sluts spreading their legs for money.
“I like that idea,” I said, stroking Mary’s thigh and bending over to start kissing her freckled shoulder.
Mary murmured, her hand found my cock beneath the bubbling water. “I can tell how much you like the idea,” she said, wickedly as she stroked my cock a few times. Then she straddled my waist, skillfully maneuvering my cock and slid down on my hard length. I groaned in pleasure as her silky, tight pussy engulfed my cock. “Sometimes I wish that we could just stay like this, forever.”
I kissed her lips, my hands fondled her firm breasts, and thought there could be no sweeter way to spend eternity. “I love you, Mare,” I whispered.
She smiled and leaned into my chest. “I love you, too, Mark.” She kissed me, deep and passionate. “Well, I have a friend who’s a real estate broker, I could see her, find us some land,” Mary suggested, when she broke the kiss.
“Yeah, okay,” I answered, her cunt gently squeezing my cock. “We’ll need cash.”
“No we don’t, you just tell people what to do,” Mary objected.
“I can’t be everywhere,” I pointed out. “Well, I figure I would have to rob a bank, eventually.”
“Ohh, you’re such a bad boy!” Mary cooed, and twisted her hips pleasantly on my cock. She was getting off on the idea. I vaguely recalled hitting a guy last night. He had insulted Mary and she fucked me passionately afterward. Maybe Mary had a thing for bad boys.
The bathroom door opened and Korina and Fiona peered in, curious. Korina saw the toilet and made a beeline for it, her large tits swaying as she rushed. My cum was slowly leaked out of Fiona’s pussy, matting her fiery pubic hair. Mary just gaped as Korina started peeing on the toilet and sighing in relief.
“Well, she’s not shy,” I commented.
“Sorry, Master,” Korina apologized, “I really had to go.”
“I have to go too, Master,” Fiona said, shifting her weight.
“Oh, of course,” Mary said in exasperation. Korina stood up and wiped herself and Fiona moved to take her place her place. “Stop, sluts!” Mary ordered. “Korina, you can’t just walk in and pee in front of your Mistress! Especially when I’m making love with Mark.”
Korina’s doll face flinched at the rebuke. “Sorry, Mistress,” Korina said.
“Get in the shower,” Mary ordered. “For your punishment, Fiona is going to pee on you.”
Korina looking a little sick, knelt down in the shower. Fiona, with an evil grin for Korina, squatted over her. Fiona blushed as Mary and I watched intently. Mary’s cunt started twitching on my cock and then Mary started to fucking me again. A yellow stream of urine shot out of Fiona and splashed on Korina’s face. She flinched, closing her eye as urine soaked her hair and face, running in yellow rivulets down her large breasts and stomach.
“Oh fuck, that’s disgusting,” Mary panted. “Korina, your a dirty whore!” Mary was fucking me hard now, panting. “Dirty, nasty pee slut!” Mary’s cunt convulsed on my cock.
“I thought pee was disgusting,” I whispered.
“Oh, it is,” Mary panted. “So disgusting.” Her cunt convulsed about my cock as she came. Mary just kept fucking me, right through her orgasm. “What are you, Korina!”
“A dirty, nasty pee slut,” Korina answered Mary, tearfully.
“Yes you are!” Mary moaned. “Isn’t that so hot?”
“Yeah,” I grunted. Christ, I never got off on watersports before, but watching a woman get degraded like this was hot, and Mary’s tight cunt on my cock just made it better. “Hell yeah!”
Fiona had a few last spurts and then she was dry. “Pee sluts thank their providers with their mouths!” Mary barked. “Lick that dirty pussy, pee slut!”
Fiona gasped as Korina started licking at her cunt, swiping up pee and cum and Fiona’s juices. I noticed that Mary and Fiona had very similar features, both had red hair, Mary’s a dark auburn and Fiona’s a light strawberry-blonde. Both had freckled faces and breasts. Fiona’s tits were larger, and her nipples were a dark red versus the dusky pink of Mary’s nipples. I closed my eyes, pictured Mary in Fiona’s spot, peeing on Korina, having her dirty pussy cleaned by Korina’s tongue.
“Oh, fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned and shot thick cum up Mary’s tight pussy. Mary kissed me and came a second time, her cunt drinking my cum as she moaned wantonly into my mouth.
“Were you thinking about peeing on Korina?” Mary asked.
“Yeah.”
“Me, too,” Mary confided. “You still can’t pee on me, though. Only the sluts!” I laughed and kissed her and then my stomach rumbled and she flushed. “Hungry?” she asked me.
“Yeah, let’s get some room service,” I answered. “We don’t need to leave Seattle for a few hours.”
“Fiona, make sure Korina washes her hair three times,” Mary ordered. “I don’t want a trace of pee on her.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Fiona panted, writhing on Korina’s tongue.
I dried Mary off with a pink, terry cloth towel and she did the same to me. In the main room, Xiu was still tied up on the floor, beer bottle up her ass. Mary found her engagement ring on the nightstand, and admired it on her finger, before she stretched out on the king sized bed. Her legs were spread and her cum stained pussy was proudly displayed.
“I think you need your pussy cleaned, Mare.”
She smiled, nastily. “What should I use?”
I grabbed Xiu. She was light, maybe 90 lb and most of that was probably her huge tits, and threw her on the bed before Mary. I slapped her ass. “Start licking, slut.”
Mary smiled as Xiu eagerly lapped at her dirty pussy. I picked up the phone and ordered up five hamburgers, fries, and some bottles of beer. Xiu moaned in disappointment as I pulled the beer bottle from her ass. She was happy again when my cock replaced the bottle. Her ass was hot and tight and I fucked her hard. My face was right above Xiu’s and it was so sexy watching her eat out Mary’s pussy out up close.
I was enjoying Xiu’s ass and Mary was definitely enjoying her tongue, when Fiona and Korina emerged damp from their shower. “Hmmm, come suck my tits, sluts,” Mary ordered, voice thick with lust.
Fiona and Korina eagerly crawled beside Mary, their wet mouths sucking on her dusky nipples. Mary cradled both women, her face twisted in passion. I watched Mary’s heart-shaped face as she writhed in pleasure on the three womens’ tongue. Everyone started cumming, Mary first, writhing on Xiu’s tongue. Then Xiu’s ass clenched on my cock, velvety tight as she came. Her clenching ass coaxed my cum out, and I sprayed her bowels with several spurts of cum. I pulled out of Xiu’s ass and watched my cum leak out.
“Clean his cock, slut,” Mary ordered, pinching Fiona’s nipple.
I relaxed next to Mary as Fiona cleaned my dirty cock with her pink tongue. I had Korina free Xiu, who immediately bolted for the bathroom to pee.
“Why don’t you get in there,” Fiona taunted Korina, “and let Xiu piss on you.”
“Shut up, bitch,” Korina shot back.
“You should have felt eager she was to lick the piss out of my cunt!” Fiona insulted. “And Korina was frigging her clit.”
Korina was flushed with anger. I slapped Fiona’s ass hard. “Enough of that, bitch. You are just as dirty a slut as she is. Maybe next time Korina will piss on you.”
“Sorry, Master,” Fiona muttered, going back to cleaning my cock. Korina smiled, pleased at Fiona’s rebuke and snuggling up to Mary, her doll face lying on Mary’s freckled breasts.
Xiu reentered the room as room service knocked at the door. “Get the door, Xiu,” Mary ordered. “And give the man a nice tip with your mouth.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Xiu replied with a shy smile, and opened the hotel room door naked. The bellhop gasped in surprise and Xiu giggled and soon the bellhop was moaning in pleasure as the rest of us dug into the juicy hamburgers and crispy fries.
“Oh, god that’s good,” Mary mumbled around a mouthful of burger as Xiu rejoined the rest of us, cum staining her lips and some had dripped down onto her large tits. Her nipples were hard, pierced by a silver chain from which pink butterflies dangled. Fiona handed Xiu a burger and she hungrily bit into it.
I had wolfed my burger down quickly and retired to the comfy armchair and sipped my bear, watching my beautiful fiancee and our three sluts eat. Korina finished next and she looked over with her deep, blue eyes, a smile on her doll-like face. My cock started to hardened and Korina walked sensuously over to me, her heavy breasts swaying and bouncing. Her belly was pierced, and a silver heart bounced about on a chain across her flat stomach.
“Is that sausage for me?” Korina asked, straddling my waist, her heavy tits swinging in front of my mouth.
“Yeah, slut,” I said, guiding my cock to the wet entrance of her cunt. She sat down onto my cock and started to slowly fuck me, kissing wetly at my throat and ear.
Mary finished off her beer and smiled warmly at me. She glanced at Xiu and reached out and rubbed her ass. “Lay down on your stomach,” Mary ordered, squeezing Xiu’s ass.
“Yes Mistress,” Xiu said, eagerly, wiggling her tiny ass.
Mary shoved the beer bottle hard up her ass and started to fuck it in and out. “You like that, slut?” Mary asked. “You like things shoved up your whorish ass, don’t you slut?”
“Yes, yes, I love it!” she moaned.
“When we get home, I’m going to put on a strap-on with the biggest dildo and just fuck the shit out of your ass!” Mary hissed.
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Xiu moaned. “Tie me up and fuck my ass! Please, Mistress! I’m a dirty whore who needs to be treated like shit!” Man, Xiu was fucked up. I was pretty sure I didn’t tell Xiu to be into any of that.
I enjoyed Korina’s cunt on my dick as I watched Xiu cum. Mary let go of the bottle, leaving it stuck in Xiu’s ass. Mary grabbed Fiona, pulling the slut onto of her as Mary kissed her fiercely. Their reddish hair curtained their faces and Mary spread her legs, wrapping them about Fiona’s hips and the girls started tribbing. I loved watching girls trib. Both their legs were spread and I could see Fiona’s red-furred cunt rubbing on Mary’s hard clit and smooth lips.
“Does my naughty cunt fill good on your cock, Master,” Korina whispered into ear.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “So tight, so wet.”
“Cum in my pussy, Master,” she panted, fucking me faster. I squeezed a tit and fond a hard nipple. “Oh, cum in me, please!”
I shot my cum in her pussy as she orgasmed, feeding her hungry cunt what it wanted. Then I held her, sucking on her pillowy tits while watching Mare and Fiona trib frantically until they came on each other. We fucked for another hour or so, swapping partners until I think I came in everyone at least twice. Mary had fun tying Xiu up again and then sitting on her face while pulling on Xiu’s nipple piercings, stretching her tit until Xiu squealed in pain.
As we gathered our stuff, we discovered that none of the waitress had any clothes with them so they just had to go naked. Mary thought that was a fun idea and handed her dress to Korina to hold. Not wanting to be left out, I just pulled on my black duster, naked underneath, like some sort of flashing pervert. I tossed the bound Xiu over my shoulder, slapping her rump playfully, and we left the hotel room. We were up on the top floor of the hotel and a made quite a sight as we trooped naked through the halls. A Hispanic maid gasped in fear and quickly opened a hotel room with her master key and ducked in.
At the elevator a teenage girl was waiting. She took one look at us and turned beat red. She was cute, maybe fifteen, with brown hair in pigtails tied with pink ribbons. She wore a jean jacket decorated with shiny, pastel rhinestones over a pink, conservative dress. I set the bound Xiu down and Fiona grabbed Xiu, helping her hop the rest of the way.
“What’s our name, sweetie?” I asked as she pressed back against the elevator door.
She glanced down at my naked cock and jump, looking quickly up at the ceiling. “V-Violet,” she stammered.
“Don’t be afraid,” I told her, stroking her face. “You want to be my elevator slut, right?”
She nodded her head. “Wh-what’s an elevator slut?”
“An elevator slut takes off her panties and lets any man stick their dicks up their tight, juicy cunts,” Mary answered, reaching out to stroke her other cheek.
I was amazed to see that Violet could blush even more red as she reached beneath her skirt to pull off a pair of plain, white panties. Mary took them and held them up to her face and inhaled her fresh, teenage cunt as the elevator dinged behind us. Violet stumbled back inside and I followed her in, pinning Violet to the wall.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re going to love every single minute of it.”
“O-okay,” she said, timidly.
I hiked up her skirt and pressed up against her, bending down to find her cunt with my dick. I rubbed it on her lips as the elevator started to descend, finding her wet hole and pushed my cock. I hit the resistance of her hymen. Oh, this was great. I always wanted to fuck a virgin, so I pulled back, and then thrust through her maidenhead hard and fast. She moaned in pain and pleasure, gripping me tight. Her cunt was flooding with juices as my command to enjoy the fucking kicked in and she mewed in pleasure.
“God, I love teenage cunt!” I moaned, fucking her hard, capturing her pretty little mouth in a kiss.
The elevator doors opened a few floors down and people gasped. I could hear Mary moaning. She must have one of the sluts going down on her. I was enjoying Violet too much to see who it was. Every few floors, the elevator would stop and more people would get the shock of their lives to see the sex going on in the elevator. Sadly, no one joined us.
Violet’s cunt was so tight, her moans of pleasure so sweet, I wasn’t going to last long. I came in her tight cunt when we reached the lobby, pulling out of her as a pair of shocked, middle-aged women stared on. “Ladies,” I said, pleasantly, brushing past them, my cock wet with teenage cunt.
I threw Xiu over my shoulder and led my naked women out into the hotel lobby and everyone froze, not sure what to make of a group of naked people. This being Seattle, they probably thought we were part of some protest group, or part of some public nudity festival. I reached the valet and pulled out a slip from my pocket. It seemed Allison’s arrangements worked and along with the limo she rented us last night, she had the limo company send someone someone to drive my Mustang back to the hotel.
I had to keep telling people to ignore us while we waited for the Mustang and I noticed that Mary had pulled Violet out of the elevator and was fingering her cunt. I looked questioning at her. “She’s so cute,” Mary cooed, watching the fifteen year old’s face contorted in pleasure. “I want to keep her.”
I laughed. “Okay, but where she’s sitting.” I would be driving, Mary would be sitting next to me, Xiu was going in the trunk. Xiu would get off on that, I’m sure. And Korina and Fiona would sit in the back.
“On my lap,” Mary said, as Violet moaned and came on her fingers. “I want to play with her cunt the whole way home.”
I laughed and kissed my fiancee. I couldn’t say no to her. “I’m glad we came to Seattle,” I told her.
Mary beamed at me. “We should do definitely do it again, sometime!”
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For five hours I had been watching the Fitzsimmons house. A long, boring five hours spent sitting in a car a few houses down the street.
This morning, Brandon Fitzsimmons had told me what little he knew about the Warlock named Mark, his girlfriend Mary, and Allison his “slut.” Mark apparently just walked into his house, told him that he was going to borrow it for a while and then borrowed Brandon’s young wife, Desiree. Tearfully, Brandon said Mark fucked his wife in front of him, making her say how much she loved his cock, while she ate out Mary’s cunt. Then he was sent to pack his bags and not return until his wife contacted him. Mark had clearly gotten a mind control wish and was gathering a harem of women for his amusement.
I promised Brandon to save his wife and he lent me his car. He would have done anything to help me. He didn’t like it, but I got him to agree to stay until the Warlock was exorcised.
Sarai and I made love one last time in the shower, Sarai even washed the spunk out of my pussy. Then I got dressed, packed my bags and got Brandon’s car keys. Sarai and I kissed one last time, long and passionate. When we broke, tears ran down both our faces. We had a fun two days and I would always remember her, always love her. But she had her job to get back to and I had mine. Lucky for me, Brandon had a GPS in his car and I programed it with his address and an hour later I found myself outside his house and started to watch.
And watch. Nothing really happened. Neighbors came and went and once a pink-haired girl who must be Allison, took out the garbage dressed as some cheap, french maid. I was pretty sure Mark wasn’t there, but I needed to be sure so I called the house and Desiree answered the phone.
“Hi, I’m Valerie,” I said in my best valley girl accent. “Is Mark there, I tots need to talk to him.”
“No, Master’s not here,” Desiree said in a sexy Latina.
“Oh,” I said, trying to sound disappointed and hung up. I smiled, I could handle two Thralls and got out of the car. Today I was dressed in a flowery, pink dress with a low cut bodice and pleated, short skirt, and no panties, as usual. I wore my favorite pairs of boots, white, knee-high and heeled. They were my favorite because I loved how the boots made my ass full and curvy when I walked.
I rang the doorbell and tensed my body. I would need to move quick when the door opened. After a few heartbeats a beautiful, very busty Latina woman opened the door who I guessed must be Desiree. She was wearing a matching french maid’s outfit, a slutty version with a transparent bodice a short, frilly skirt that would slid up to reveal her ass if she ever bent over.
“¿Hola?” Desiree asked, a friendly, questioning smile on her face. A blue-black aura glistened sickly about her, stronger than the one afflicting her husband.
I moved quickly, shoving one hand into her crouch, finding no panties to impede me. Her pussy was shaved bare and quickly got wet as I found her clit and rubbed it hard. Desiree opened her mouth to protest and I shoved my body up against her, pinning her to the door. My other hand pulled her bodice down and started to gently pinch her nipple.
I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly before Allison could interfere. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, which was wet and hungry for penetration, and ground the heel of my palm into her clit. I ducked my head and sucked a dark pink nipple into my mouth. Desiree was moaning in pleasure, no longer resisting. She had been condition to let her Warlock take advantage of her body and that left her unable to fight off my molestation.
“Oh fuck!” Desiree moaned, “¡Me mete el dedo! ¡Estoy correrse!”
Her cunt tighten about my fingers as she started to cum. I quickly slid my free hand down, coated them with my juices and prayed, “Zanah!” as I drew the Mark of Qayin on her forehead. With the Prayer of “Zanah!”, the Thrall was primed for me to take control of her at any time, turning the Warlock’s slave against him when the time was right.
“What’s going on?” a bubbly voice asked. Pink-haired Allison had a naughty smile. “Who’s your friend, Desiree. She’s …” Allison licked her lips, “… stunning!”
Allison was young, a teenager, her tits were a lot smaller than Desiree and she was slim and lithe. I could clearly see that her nipples were pierced by silver barbels through her transparent blouse. “You want me to finger you too, slut?” I asked.
She grinned, and lifted her skit. Tattooed above her cunt was the phrase, “Cum on in!” and an arrow pointing to her clit. That was all the invitation I needed, shoving the teenage slut down onto the couch and sat down next to her. Allison’s thighs parted and I slid my hand into her crotch. Her pussy was tight with youth and she moaned like a bitch in heat as I started fingering her. She kissed me, her wiggling tongue pierced with a stud that was hard and metallic in my mouth.
I felt hands at my thighs and looked down to see Desiree kneeling before me, spreading my legs. Allison was panting in pleasure as I fingered her tight cunt and I started moaning at the silky feel of Desiree’s tongue lapping at my pussy.
“Desiree has an amazing tongue, doesn’t she?” Allison whispered huskily into my ear. Her hand reached out and slipped into my bodice and started playing with my nipple. “She’s an amazing slut! Is that why you’re here? Do you want to be a slut. I can train you. Make you wet and willing to do any nasty, depraved act.”
Fuck, this whore was turning me on with her words. I was going to cum before Allison at this rate. “Ohh, make me a slut,” I moaned. Shit, why did I say that. It dredged up painful memories of being made Susanne’s Thrall so many years ago.
I had been seventeen, a senior in high school. It was homecoming and I had just been crowned Homecoming Queen. My boyfriend, Kurt, had been crowned Homecoming King and we were dancing while everyone watched when Susanne cut in. She was mousy brunette, with thick glasses and braces. She had always been so shy and reserved until that night. With a brusque command, Kurt just walked away and I was being whirled about by her. I was so confused about what was happening and I tried to pull out of her embrace.
“Shh,” Susanne whispered. “You love me and would do anything for me, right?”
And I realized I did. That I loved her. I was puzzled. I wasn’t a lesbian, and just a minute ago I loved Kurt. But her smile was so beautiful and I … I just kissed her. The entire school gasped in disgust. A teacher tried to pulls us apart, but Susanne brushed her aside with a word, and then she pulled me into the girls restroom and I learned all the joys of being with a woman.
I came hard on Desiree’s mouth, remembering how Susanne had ate my pussy while I sat on a toilet seat, my homecoming dress bunched about my waist. I had planned on giving Kurt my virginity that night, but Susanne had stolen that from me. Just like she stole three years of my life. Anger surged through me, and I shoved Desiree away and started to focus on getting Allison off. I would save these women. I had to. These women wouldn’t lose years of their lives to the lusts of a Warlock!
Allison came on my fingers.
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” I’m a Shared Wife “

“I’m a Shared Wife”
…I’m John. My wife Lisa will tell you this story, while I go over and see a girl.
….I’m Lisa. My girlfriend Janie was being secretly shared with her husband Ron‘s, best friend Mark. She was the one who wanted to be shared.
… When she first told me about it, she said it was very, very secret. I got a hot rush immediately.
…That was just what my fantasy had been for a long time. My husband John had a friend Paul who I had sexual desires for. I had hot yearnings for him, for a long time.
…Paul was single, and the kind of guy that made me hot just looking at him. He was tall, wavy hair and just plain handsome. I would just look at him and picture him feeling my tits and kissing me with passion. I dreamed about him undressing me and getting on top of me and licking my pussy until I climaxed. I never made a move on him, but his eyes told me he may have a secret sexual interest in me.
…They seemed to look right through my clothes and I had caught him looking at my tits and daydreaming…I wondered what he was thinking. I wanted to find out, and this ‘wife sharing’ thing was just what I wanted to get with Paul.
… I had pretended that it was Paul on top of me instead of John, many times. Late at night I loved the risk of fingered my clit while thinking about Paul fucking me, right while John slept beside us. I then quietly took the finger I had rubbed on my clit with and sucked on it like it was Paul’s cock. I orgasmed every time. I ‘pretend’ fucked Paul every time I got the chance.
…The three of us all watched a porn video once and I got to see Paul get a big hardon. He tried to hide it and caught me looking at it and smiling at him. I had a great fingering orgasm in the shower later that night with my little boyfriend, “Mr. Shower Wand”. I had more orgasms during the night while John slept and snored.
… I pumped Janie for details of how the set up was.
…She started telling me how it all started. Her husbands friend Mark and her were highly attracted to each other. It started with a simple hand squeeze they did when her husband was outside. They stopped and next they were feeling more than hands in the hallway. Mark whispered: (..”does Ron share?”) Janie smiled, paused a minute and whispered back: (“Share…that’s it! I think I know a way he will.”)
… She told Mark what she was going to do ahead of time. She had found out her husband had a girl on the side, so that day, she confronted him with a deal. She said: ( in front of Mark) “Mark and I want you to share me with Mark. You do your ‘thing‘ and we‘ll do ours. We don‘t really want to sneak around and have an affair behind your back. ”
…Her husband knew he was found out, and agreed to the deal. Now he could go and have his affair without the fear of being caught. They all agreed on it and set these terms. Janie would go to Marks place whenever she wanted, and hubby would go see his girlfriend whenever he wanted.
….That night Janie headed over to Marks and her husband headed for his girlfriends.
…Janie tried to describe what it was like to have the freedom to have sex with Mark for the first time…she had to sit down as she got out of breath. She looked into space and just said: “Awesome Lisa…mind blowing awesome. I got to have new and fresh sex….I….we‘ve.. done new things…..” She just smiled and stared into space.
.. “Janie, hold those stories! I have to leave, but we’ll get together again for more.” I said.
… I didn’t need to hear anymore as my pussy began to pulse and was get soaked. Her story made me so hot I had to go home and take one of my ‘finger’ showers. I sat on the shower floor with my legs up on the wall and let the warm water flow on my clit. Now ‘I’ was getting some of that ‘awesome’ too.
…Damn, her situation was way different than mine. My husband John doesn’t cheat and he would never share me…I don’t think…
….That was how I left it, but then I talked to John about …hidden desires that night. I told him people have them but keep them suppressed. He smiled big and said: “You have them, and…so do I. My family would go crazy if hey knew what I’d really like to do. ” I was highly interested in just what he’d ’really like to do’. It seems he had a deep hidden desire to have sex with our once a week house keeper Gina.
.. She was a very cute girl and very sexy. She really liked John and once secretly ask him if he had a girlfriend on the side. He said he told her no, he didn’t do that. She said if he ever changed his mind, to let her know, because she would love to have sex with him.
…My mind went crazy trying to think of a ’deal’ we could make to both kind of ’share’ us with another person. I approached it with a ’what if’ kind of a deal.
…I snuggled up to him and whispered: (“..what if…. we allowed a ’sharing’ of us …oh say once and a while. We could ’try’ it and see if it would work. We wouldn’t be cheating because we would be fully aware of what the other person was doing.” He laid his head back on the pillow and stared into space. He had to be thinking of fucking that housekeeper, all young with her hot body. He began to smile. He turned to me and said: “I bet I know who you’ll like to be shared with.”
.. I didn’t say a word, to see if he could guess. “He said: “Ron.” I couldn’t hide my smile and said: “I won’t lie to you, but ’yes’, it would be him.” He said: “I know Ron real well and he’s cool. I bet he’ll go for it too. Do you want to approach him, or shall I?” I said: “Let me feel him out on the idea. If he’s a ’go’ I’ll tell him to talk to you to verify the deal…Ok?” We agreed and agreed that also, we could fantasize about them while we had sex at times. A deal was struck. He would accept Gina’s offer to have sex with him.
… After that heart stopping deal, we were both really turned on. We attacked each other and then turned out all the lights.
…We fantasized we were with our new selected lovers and just let the fantasies flow. I pretended Ron was on top of me and kissing my tits as John did it. He pretended he was sucking on Gina’s young tits and was in his own heaven. He next went down to my pussy and licked it like it was the young girl. I felt like it was Ron’s tongue in my pussy.
….It was a ‘major‘…turn on for both of us. We hadn’t been this horny since we fucked in the backseat of the car at the grocery story one time.
…I turned and got his cock in my mouth as he licked my pussy good. I pretended it was Ron’s cock and began to suck it fast. He pulled my legs around his head and sucked on my clit like it was the first one he ever sucked on. We were making each other hotter than ever. We rolled, turned, licked, kissed, and finally he put his cock in me. We didn’t last long as my legs were pushed up and my legs were being slapped by his body fucking me. This was great but then… out of my mouth came, (“..fuck me Ron…fuck me good baby.”) he replied instantly. (“..Gina you feel so hot in your pussy…”).
…This had really enhanced our sex together. Pretending to fuck our chosen lovers, with a big ‘go’ from our spouses. I couldn’t wait to let Janie know, I too was being shared with a man I choose…
…Wednesday was the day Gina came, and I made sure I was leaving when she came. I smiled at her and all I said was: “You two have a great time.” She smiled big as her and John had already talked on the phone and set the deal with my approval. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went while I went to….Ron’s apartment. John and I both talked to him and he was mega all for it. This was our first meeting.
…The second that door closed we were at each other. We mumbled between kissing and panting for air how we had only fantasized about us ever getting together. We stripped us naked right in the front room. He picked me up and carried me to his bed. I think my pussy started dripping right then.
…It was the first time since I got married that another man was making love to me. It was exciting and still it had that ‘risky’ feeling to it.
… We started in completely different that John and I. He licked me in new places and I licked his rock hard on. It was a little bigger than Johns, but who was keeping track. I moaned new things to him. “Take me Ron, take all you want…hold me down and fuck me hard baby.”
… I had always want to say these thing to John but we just didn’t. Ron was strong and rolled me over and fingered my pussy rough from behind. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up and in went his warm cock. He leaned over and said: “Tell me how good that feels…tell me how hot is makes you, fuck back with me…yeah that’s it Lisa. You’re my private pussy now, so get ready for the fucking of you life.”
…John had never talked to me this way and it was exciting me like a school girls first fuck. I said: “Will you be my boyfriend for ever and ever?” He rolled me over and smiled. He said: “Is this your first time girl? I’ll just have to teach you all about sex, it looks like.”
…It was our ’first time’ and it had that same exciting feeling to it. I whispered: (“..yes, it’s ’our’ first time, so lets fuck and quit talking.” We didn’t talk anymore, just moaned and gasp for air. We got each other excited, as the sexual high went up and up. I felt so damn good to have variety in sex as I let him play with me. I was in a happy, sexually crazed mood He started rolling me all over like a rag doll, fucking me this way and then that way as I was helplessly enjoying it all. He had sexual energy and he was going to make this first time one to remember for us both.
…He put my legs out and licked his way up to my tits. He kept going until I felt his cock enter my waiting pussy. I finally felt his cock slide in me. I clamped him up like steel trap. He moaned as I ground hard on his cock. I just had to whisper: (“..you better fuck me good and hard.”)
…With that we became a fucking machine. With us both fucking as hard and fast as we could, his bed started to shake hard. I dug my fingers in his back and moaned..”…fuck me Ron, harder baby…deeper baby make me cum hard.”
…I don’t even know where that kind of talk came from, but I liked saying it for change. I watch his face get red as I felt a mega climax building in me. About the third slow and final thrust and his cock exploded in me. I felt his cum shot all the way to the back of my pussy. I loved feeling his cum blast in me. I started squirting out of control as my climax hit me and I couldn’t stop shaking for a minute. He let out a moan like a lion, and just kept right on fucking me hard. I locked him up with my legs and arms. I trembled as I had the longest climax of my life….
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…John and I didn’t share our stories for a few weeks. We both had new things to try, and it was hot.
….I was dying to tell my story, but I wanted to know how it went with Gina and John. John had his story, then I got Gina to tell her version. I finally got to talk to Janie and get her complete story.
*Authors Note: John, Gina and Janie’s stories are next.
…I tapped into a wealth of ’share story’s’ with the ’real life’ Lisa. They are being written now and I will ‘share’ them with readers in the future.*

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A Night with Tina

This is the true story of my second strangling of a young woman. The only difference between Nicole and Tina is that this wasn’t a rape/murder. There have been five women/girls to date that I have snuffed and I am currently talking to a sixth one. I don’t know yet whether she will make it or not but I will let you know. In the mean time here is the story of my encounter with Tina.
A few months after I strangled Nicole on that cool fall evening, the urges began to get strong again. Since Nicole, I was involved in two short-term relationships with women that I knew from my past and both had gone badly. I did not kill either of them because too many people knew us and the golden rule of murder is to never ever kill anyone you know or who knows you.
I began chatting on IRC again shortly after the second relationship ended and within a few days I was chatting with a 28 year old woman who was living with a couple of friends, but wasn’t happy and she lived in a town which was a few hours away. She sent me her picture and she wasn’t bad looking. Not great, but better than respectable. When I chat on IRC I always spoof my IP address by using a script called “Showdown”. This prevents anyone from finding out where you really are or who you are. Anyways, after about a week I finally talked her out of her phone number and I called her up. As with Nicole, I used *67 call block to make sure that my number didn’t register with her caller ID if she had it. She sounded pleasant enough and I really wanted to go meet her but when I finally broached the subject she said that she wanted to come to my place for a few days. Well this wasn’t the way I liked it but hell, I was pretty hard up and even if I couldn’t kill her I could at least have a lot of fun with her and after I was done she could leave if she didn’t like it. We talked for an hour or so that night and finally I eased her into the subject of sex. She responded positively and said that she was open to new ideas, which made me smile, but I was really surprised that she didn’t balk when I told her that I really got off on having sex with a woman who was tied up. In fact, she said that she had done that on other occasions and kind of liked it, too. Of course I didn’t mention the fact that once she was tied up I planned on choking her because I didn’t want to scare her off. We made plans for her to come to my place the next evening. I gave her specific directions on how to get to my town and told her to call me when she got here and I would get her the rest of the way. I had absolutely no intention of killing Tina because she lived with friends and I assumed that she would tell them where she was going so if she came up missing then the cops would be at my door. I was only going to have my fun with her and send her on her way.
The next evening around 9:30 P.M. my phone rang. It was her. She was in town and when she told me her location I realized she was only a block or so away. I gave her directions to my apartment. 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there she was. Damn she looked good. She was 5’4’’ and even though she weighed around 140 pounds, it seemed to be distributed right. Especially in her 32C tits. She had short dark hair and green eyes and was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. I invited her in and as soon as she walked through my door I shut and locked it and then took her into my arms for an introductory hug that quickly escalated into a hot, hard kiss. My hands moved all over her body and quickly worked their way up her shirt to her firm round tits. She didn’t even try to resist as I worked under her bra and began feeling her nipples. Man, were they nice and hard. This went on for a few minutes and then we came up for air. I made us a drink and we sat on the sofa and talked. The first thing I did was ask her if she wanted to call her friends to let them know that she had arrived safely but to my total shock and surprise she replied that she never told them that she was going anywhere. In fact, she had packed her bag that morning and left straight from work. I questioned her a bit about this but according to her she and her friends weren’t really close and she didn’t think that she should have to tell them what she was doing or where she was going. She also told me that she was over three months behind on her car note and they were trying to repo it. At least her car was safe here, she said. We talked on and finally I was convinced that this woman was alone in my apartment and absolutely nobody knew where she was or who she was with. My plans were starting to change.
We talked for a while longer and had a few more drinks. I could tell that she was really starting to loosen up when she laid her head down in my lap and kicked her feet up just like she was at home. As we continued talking my hands found their way down her shirt again and this time she arched her back for me as I gently pinched her nipples. I was ready. I sat her up and again began kissing her, but this time as my hands roamed freely under her shirt I worked them to the back and removed her bra. There was no resistance. After her titty bag was completely removed I tossed it on the floor and lifted her shirt over her head and off. It accompanied the bra on the floor. I sat back and admired her tits for a moment before my mouth found her nipples and began sucking them hungrily. She was really getting into it; moaning, arching her back and pushing my head to her tits. I stopped for only a second to remove my own shirt and then went back to her body. As my mouth explored her nipples I worked my hands to her shorts, undid them and slid my right hand inside. Again no resistance. My fingers went past her mound of pubic hair and found their way to her pussy lips. This bitch was hot and wet and I immediately began rubbing her clit, which only made her moan louder. She didn’t waste any time and helped herself out of her shorts and panties and before I knew it, this little tramp was completely naked on my couch. Well I couldn’t have her naked alone so I stood up and finished getting undressed myself. When I was done I was standing naked in front of her with my 8-inch cock standing out stiff as a board. She took it in her hands and guided it right to her mouth. This woman was a freak. She sucked me hard and long, taking me deep into her mouth, but not deep enough. I worked myself back to the couch, sat down and guided her to her knees in front of me. I put both hands on the back of her head and began pushing my cock deeper into her throat. The third time I pushed she gagged but didn’t complain so I did it again. Longer. Still no complaints. Finally after about a half hour of my dick going down her throat I was ready to cum but I didn’t want to do it just yet. I was saving it all for one big blow. I stood up and taking her by the hand, I led her to my bedroom and my queen size waterbed. She started to lie down but I pulled her to her feet and asked her if she was still interested in letting me tie her up. I really didn’t care if she let me or not. It was going to happen one way or the other but she gave me a coy smile and said, “sure, you aren’t going to hurt me are you?” Of course I told her no. I made her turn around with her back facing me and I took three tie straps out of the drawer next to my bed. Now these are the type of straps that you buy at a hardware store to secure wire or small pipes together. They are about 10 inches long and less than an inch wide but once they are secured to something they can’t come loose unless they are cut off. I secured one around each of her wrists just tight enough that she couldn’t slip out of them but loose enough that they wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I then took the third one and looped it between the two on her wrists and pulled it as tightly as I could. Now she was totally secure with absolutely no way of getting loose. She asked me what I had tied her up with and when I told her she said that she had never had somebody do that to her and called me a “kinky boy”. Little did she know. I turned her around and began kissing her again as I slowly lowered her down onto the bed and then onto her back. I helped her get straight on the bed with her head on a pillow and then I climbed on top of her. I asked her if her arms were OK and she said that they were fine. I really didn’t care but I thought that it was nice to ask. She spread her short little legs and I positioned my cock to her pussy. My left hand was playing with her tits again as my right hand guided my cock slowly into her. She was tight. Not tight like Nicole had been, but it was good. Unlike Nicole, She was very wet and my cock slid down into her. I quickly fell into a rhythm and as I pumped her pussy she began moving her hips to my beat. This girl knew how to fuck. Too bad tonight was going to be her last performance. I continued playing with her tits for a few minutes and then slowly moved them upwards to her head and face area. We were kissing hard and as I moved them from her head to her shoulders and then to her throat she seemed totally unconcerned. My heart was beating hard as I realized that I was about to strangle this bitch. I knew that like Nicole, once I started there could be no stopping. She was still oblivious as my hands wrapped around her neck and slowly started to choke off her air. At first she didn’t say anything but as I gradually squeezed harder she said “baby, your hands”. I totally ignored her and continued to ever so slowly tighten my grip. A few seconds later she gasped out, “Hey stop, I can’t breathe”. Again I just ignored her and kept on squeezing. Finally she started kicking her legs out and I could barely hear her when she wheezed, “Fucking stop, you’re hurting me”. Well that was it, time to go all the way. I clamped down as tight as I could with my thumbs pressing hard into the base of her neck, cutting off all of her air. She tried to gasp and wheeze for a few more seconds but that stopped quickly and the only sound that I heard was a rattling noise coming from down in her chest. She was still very conscious however and was kicking her legs, even though she really couldn’t hurt me and she was squirming with all of her might to get out from under me but it was useless. I watched her face as it went from beet-red to a darker red and as it began to turn purple her tongue pushed out of her mouth and her eyes began to bulge. I continued strangling her as hard as I could and as her face began turning a gray ash color her eyes, which were half open, began turning red from the blood vessels that had burst. Shortly after I noticed her eyes, her struggles weakened considerably. Instead of kicking she now was just convulsing uncontrollably and she had no strength at all to try to squirm out from under me any longer. It was almost over. Finally her legs fell to the bed and the only movements after that was an occasional twitch of her leg or arm. When I looked back into her nearly dead eyes something there just overwhelmed me and I came inside of her dying cunt. Oh did I ever cum. When I was finally spent I thought that I was going to pass out. It felt that good. I knew that at this point it was all but over so I pressed my thumbs with all of my might into the base of her neck and snapped her hyoid bone, effectively killing her. I continued squeezing for several more minutes and then let go and collapsed on top of her. I was exhausted and my arms and hands were completely worn out but I had to do something with the body and quick.
As I got off of her I realized that I had made what could have been a fatal error. I hadn’t used a condom. As with Nicole I went to the bathroom and filled my tub up with extremely hot, scalding water and added lots of soap and bleach. Next I went back to the bedroom and cut her restraints loose. Her arms just hung at her sides as I carried her to the bathroom and slid her into the hot water face down. She didn’t cry or anything. While she was soaking in my tub I found her purse and went through it. There was $70.00 in cash, her ID, keys and some credit cards. I pocketed the cash and her keys and then put everything else, including all of her clothing into a trash sack. Next, I took all of the linen from my bed and put it in the washing machine. I then went back to Tina and began bathing her. I took a washrag and washed out her dead pussy as well as I possibly could and then scrubbed down every inch of her body twice. I emptied the tub and then positioned her body so that the showerhead ran scalding hot water over her pussy. While she was finishing up I tried to figure out how I was going to get rid of her body. I lived upstairs so it would be a major risk to carry her down stairs without someone seeing me. I racked my brains for nearly an hour before I came up with the perfect plan.
I went into my closet and got my old Army duffel bag. If you have ever been in the service then you know just how much shit you can pack into one of those things. Well I went and got Tina out of the tub and carried her to the living room where I sat her down on the floor. Next, I went to my kitchen and got two more trash sacks and a roll of duct tape out of the cabinet. I covered her upper body with one sack and her lower body with the other and connected them with the duct tape. Simple. Or so I thought. Next I went to put her in the duffel bag and that’s when the problem happened. Her damn legs wouldn’t bend and I couldn’t get her all of the way down in it. She was short enough to fit but she was getting stiff. I pulled her out and taking a baseball bat I broke both of her legs in three places. The shin, the knee and the upper leg. Then I re-fastened the bags around her and this time she fit easily into the duffel bag without a problem. Finally I went to get dressed and then carried the sack with her clothes and stuff in it down to her car and put it in the trunk. Now for the hard part. I went back upstairs and putting my arms through the shoulder straps of my duffel bag, I slowly picked her up. She was a lot heavier than I had expected but that was because I was carrying dead weight. I was afraid that the straps might break but Uncle Sam makes pretty sturdy stuff and I made it downstairs without any problems. I got to her trunk, looked around to make sure nobody was outside at 2:30 in the morning and then slid the bag off of my shoulders and into the trunk of her car. Whew! That was fun. I went back upstairs and got a pair of gloves and put them on. I then locked up and went back down to her car, got in and drove away. I had no idea where I was going at first so I just drove. I had driven about two hours when I came to a very secluded part of the countryside with some old dirt roads. I took one of them and before long I was way back in the middle of nowhere. I stopped the car, got out and went to the trunk to get her body. I carried her in the duffel bag for at least a half of a mile into the woods where I decided to dump her. There was no way that someone would find her out here anytime soon. I was miles from any civilization. I pulled her out of the duffel bag, removed the trash sacks and dumped her strangled, dead body down into what looked like a ravine or something. I walked back to her car and drove away. Once back on the highway I realized that I had a second problem. Her car. I drove around awhile longer when it dawned on me that she had said that the repo company was looking for her car. Perfect. After burning the bag of clothes and her purse and stuff I drove back to my town and went to an all night Super Wal-mart near my house and walked home. The next morning I got up and called the car company anonymously and told them that a car that they were looking for was parked at the Wal-mart if they wanted to come get it. I then went back to sleep and slept the rest of the day.
I watched the news and read the papers for a couple of weeks from Tina’s hometown but nobody ever reported her missing. Too bad. About 6 months passed until her body, or what was left of it, was found. It seems a hunter’s dog had brought back a hand and the hunter called the cops. They searched and eventually found what was left of Tina’s body but according to the TV news reports there was too much decomposition to even tell if it was a man or woman or how they died. Basically, the elements had stolen any evidence. I had done it again.

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Family Christmas Final

Emma stood in-front of her father wearing the basque that her mother had bought for her to wear at the New Year party. Seeing the bulge in his trousers getting bigger she knew that he liked what she was wearing.
She kissed her parents goodnight and went up stairs. Her brother followed immediately behind her and stretching out his hands he placed them on her bare backside. Emma slowed allowing him to get a better feel.
Moments later she stood next to her brother in her bedroom with candle light creating silhouettes of them on the wall. Holding each other tight they pressed their lips firmly against each other and working her hands down her brother’s bare chest she slipped her fingers inside the waist of his shorts and pulled them down taking time to lick the tip of his penis and taste his pre-cum. Steve stepped out of his shorts and Emma ran her fingers over his naked body.
Looking up Emma whispered. “God you’re handsome.”
Steve held his sister tight, kissed her on the lips and carefully put his hands inside her basque. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m beginning to believe you.” Emma rested her head on his bare chest and breathed in.
Easing the material away from her firm breasts Steve released them into his cupped hands. Her nipples became hard to his touch. Exploring each other’s bodies Emma’s basque fell to the floor and she felt her brother’s penis rise up and press against her crotch. Looking up into her brother’s eyes Emma said. “I want us to have a family.”
“Are you pregnant?” Steve sounded shocked and a little worried.
“It’s too early to tell but I hope not because we won’t know if you or dad is the father.”
Emma climbed onto the bed lying with her legs wide apart. Taking Steve’s rod like penis in her hand she guided it between her vaginal lips. Steve pushed himself deep inside his sister’s inviting body and Emma pressed her pubis hard against him and felt a bolt of excitement surge through her body as her clitoris responded to the pressure. She groaned loudly, again and again, each groan louder than the last.
Dave and Maureen heard their daughter’s groans and placing his hand between his wife’s legs Dave moved it up her thigh until he came to her damp knickers and pressed gently on her soft puffy lips. Their daughter’s groans got louder and Maureen unzipped Dave’s fly easing his stiff penis out. Holding it between her fingers she rubbed up and down its shaft. Dave slid his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down. They quickly undressed each other and leaving their clothes strewn around the room went upstairs.
Standing naked outside Emma’s bedroom they listened to their son and daughter fucking, and leaning against the door Maureen guided her husband’s penis into her wet opening between the top of her legs. Maureen moaned as Dave pushed his penis inside her pressing her firmly against the door.
Emma and Steve listened to their parents fucking outside the bedroom door. They heard their moans and groans as they came then after a silence their mother shouted. “Night you two.”
Emma and Steve continued to fuck finally curling up against each other and going to sleep.
After what seemed like only a few hours Emma woke. Climbing sleepily out of bed she stepped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet shielding her eyes from the harsh bathroom light. She heard her parents getting ready for work. Back in her bedroom she lay beside her brother and closed her eyes. Sleep was slowly coming to her when the bedroom door suddenly opened and a shaft of light cut across the bed. She instinctively sat up pulling the bedclothes with her.
“What are you doing?” Maureen stared at her son’s naked body.
“Making sure Emma was getting up to go to work.” Dave replied.
“Mum, I told you I’m not going to work. I’m off till new year.” Emma said sleepily.
“Sorry love, I told your dad but he didn’t listen to me.”
Without taking her eye’s from her son’s naked body Maureen said. “Do me a favour love. Linda asked me to get condoms for the party and I forgot to buy them. Go back to that shop where we bought your basque and buy a box. I’ll leave a note to remind you with the money on the kitchen table.”
“OK!” Emma lay back on the bed and closed her eye’s.
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Steve read the note while eating breakfast. “Mum wants you to buy condoms for the party.”
“I know. We’ll go back to that shop and get them.”
“We! Why do I have to go with you?”
“So we can have some more fun. I think the assistant likes you.”
Just like the previous day the shop was quiet with the same assistant behind the counter.
Looking up from her magazine the assistant recognized Emma and Steve and greeted them with a big smile. “Hello again.”
“Hi. We had so much fun in here yesterday that we forgot to buy a box of condoms.” Steve said with a big grin.
“A box! You having a party?”
“New Year’s party. Friends and family.” Emma emphasized the word family to let the assistant into their secret.
“You’re quiet a family.” The assistant asked looking deep into her eyes.
“Would you like to cum?” Steve asked.
“Yes.” The assistant laughed.
“We’ll have a variety box?” Emma looked at Steve standing next to the clothes rail.
The assistant picked a box of condoms from below the counter. It felt full. Looking up she saw Steve looking at clothes.
“We’re having a sort out and the changing room’s full of boxes. If you want to try on clothes you’ll have to do it where you are.” Holding up the box she added. “This is nearly empty I’ll get my brother to bring a new one from the stock room.”
“Brother?” Emma smiled while removing her bra.
“Yeah. We’re partners.”
“Do you ever try the clothes on?”
“Yeah of course.”
“This would look good on you.” Emma held up a basque. “Try it on.”
The assistant unfastened her blouse as she walked over to Emma and placed it on a clothes rail. She unclipped her bra releasing her pert breasts just as the door to the stock room opened and her brother came in carrying a box of condoms. He saw Emma and Steve both naked and his sister naked from the waist up and pulling down her jeans and panties.
“Christine!” It was the first time he had seen his sister naked in years and he liked what he saw.
“These are the brother and sister who came in with their mother yesterday. This is Mike my brother.” Christine said.
Mike walked over and patted his sister’s backside. “Hello! I haven’t seen this beauty in years.”
Christine turned to her brother and rested her naked body against him. Steve and Emma saw what she had done and looked at each other.
“Let’s invite them to the party as our guests.” Emma said quietly to Steve.
“We’ll have to check with Linda and Bill first.” Steve whispered.
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They wore just the party clothes for the short drive to the party. Other guests were already there and the parking places right outside the house were taken. Steve parked a short distance from the house and Emma and Christine wearing just their basques and Mike and Steve wearing just their shorts walked back along the road to the house.
Bill opened the front door to let them in. Behind him stood Linda, naked from the waist up.
“I was going to offer to take your coats but as you’re not wearing any I can’t. Where are you parked?” Bill said.
“Down the road.”
“You’re brave walking along the road like that. Were you seen?” Linda asked.
“A police car slowed down. I think they were going to stop and question us but suddenly the lights on their car went on and they sped away.” Christine said.
Steve introduced Christine and Mike to Linda and Bill.
Linda held Emma’s arm stopping her from walking away and when she was sure no-one else could hear she asked. “Are you sure they’re OK with us being family?”
“Yes certain. Don’t worry. They’re brother and sister. Who’s here?”
Emma and Linda caught up with the others who had stopped to watch a couple in a dark room fuck. “Who’s that?” Emma asked.
“It’s your dad and your nan.” Bill replied.
“Fuck me!” Emma exclaimed.
“Thank you. I will.” Bill took her hand and Emma looked around the room. “Is that your son sucking your father-in-laws penis?” Emma asked.
“It sure is. Let’s join them.” Bill said.
Linda led Steve into another room. Christine and Mike followed them.
On the floor in the centre of the room was Linda’s daughter Amy. Steve’s naked cousin lay on her back, legs apart with his mother licking her pubic mound while Amy’s husband fucked Maureen from behind.
Linda pressed her bare breasts against Steve’s chest, placed one arm around his waist and placed her other arm around Mike and Christine pulling them close. Linda kissed Christine on the lips and Christine returned the kiss before breaking off and kissing her brother.
Looking up Amy saw her mother and Steve kissing. She watched as her mother pulled down Steve’s shorts and Amy studied his penis as her mother sucked and licked it. Her mother guided Steve’s stiff penis into her wet inviting pussy and Amy watched her cousin’s backside move back and forward as he fucked her mother.
Christine and Mike stood by the door kissing. “Can you believe what we’re seeing?” Christine said to her brother.
“This is incredible! Do you want to fuck your brother?”
“I’m a virgin.”
“You’re a what!”
“I’m a virgin. Be gentle I’ve been waiting for the right person.”
Mike looked around the room but could not see a suitable place for them. In the other room Mike and Christine saw Emma being fucked by her cousin Kevin while her father sucked on her nipples and she sucked her grandfather’s penis. Emma’s grandmother was sucking Bill’s penis.
“We can use those cushions next to them in the centre of the room.” Christine said.
Mike was gentle, kissing Christine all over, making sure that she was moist and ready before he pushed his penis inside her virgin hole. He moved slowly and gently before filling her with his cum.
Kevin stared at Mike’s backside as it moved up and down. Leaning over he touched it and gave Mike time to object before he pressed his fingers between Mike’s crack. Mike enjoyed the feel of Kevin’s fingers exploring his anus and did not object when his finger explored inside.
“May I?” Kevin asked.
“Yes.” Mike replied and then said to his sister. “I’m about to lose my virginity as well.”
Kevin moved behind Mike and pulling his finger out replaced it with his penis.
In the other room Amy leant across to her cousin Steve and cupped his balls as he fucked her mother. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. Now I have to watch you fuck my mother and I hear you’ve been fucking your sister and mother as well.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Bastard.” Amy gave his balls a playful squeeze.
“Do you want to fuck my daughter?” Linda asked.
“Do I have your permission?” Steve joked.
“Yes, but be careful. Her husband’s behind you and might hear you.” Linda joked.
“Are we changing partners?” Asked Amy’s husband.
“You and mum can fuck while Steve and I fuck.” Amy said.
“We can’t leave Maureen out of it!” Linda said.
“It’s all right. My legs have gone to sleep. I’ll stretch them and see what they’re doing in the other room.”
Amy looked at Steve’s stiff penis that glistened with her mother’s juices as she slid it into herself. Her husband moved between her mother’s spread wide legs and she watched him push his penis into her.
At the door to the other room Maureen watched her nephew bugger Mike while Mike fucked his sister Christine. Next to them her husband was fucking his mother and her daughter was sucking her grandfather’s penis. Maureen sat next to Bill her brother-in-law allowing him to stroke her pussy while they watched the scene in front of them.
At midnight they all lay in a circle and to the muffled tones of ‘auld lang syne’ they sucked penis and licked pussy.
“This is the best New Year’s party ever.” Christine said and Emma agreed. They sat quietly together watching everyone else have sex. Steve was fucking his grandmother.
“Your brother must have fucked everyone except me.” Christine said.
“I’m sure he’ll fuck you if you ask him.”
“You won’t mind?”
“Why should I mind?”
“I saw the way you look at each other.”
“When you fuck my brother I’ll fuck your brother. That is if Mike ever stops buggering my father.” Emma said to divert attention away from Steve and herself.
When the others had gone to bed to sleep Emma, Christine, Steve and Mike looked outside towards the car. It was quiet, no-one else was around.
“Let’s all walk naked to the car.” Emma suggested.
“What!” Exclaimed Christine.
“No-one’s around to see us. It’ll be fun.”
Emma was first holding her basque in her hand. Steve followed and looking back said. “Are you two coming or are we going home alone?”
“Come on it’s not far.” Mike suggested to his sister as he stepped out of the house holding his shorts in his hand. With new found courage Christine stepped out behind her brother and not to be outdone threw her basque into the car and refused to get into the car after it.
“I’ll walk. It’s not far. Any one care to join me.” Christine said.
All of them remained naked. Emma, Christine and Mike walked with Steve driving slowly behind just in case they needed to jump into the car quickly.
“Come in for a coffee? You’re welcome to stay the night.” Christine suggested as they arrived at their house.
At the back of the house was a swimming pool where Mike and Steve swam. Christine showed Emma the bedroom where she and Steve would sleep.
“You never did get to fuck my brother.”
“And you didn’t get to fuck mine.”
“We’ll fuck our own brothers before we go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll try each other’s.”
THE END………

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Tit Slave 4

The tit master pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth and with his finger wiped up the overflow on my wife’s cheek and mouth and made her suck it off his finger. She was completely satisfied and eagerly did what her black tit master wanted.
The wife took the black baby from my wife’s left tit and lifted the baby up to her face and my wife gave her black baby boy a kiss for helping milk her bursting tits. She could taste her milk on the baby’s mouth and she liked the taste. The black wife took the baby upstairs so it could go to sleep after getting a good feeding from its mother’s milk filled tit.
Her new black lover (almost twice her age) slowly pulled his still aroused cock slowly out of her pussy. As it finally came out, a loud ‘Pop’ could be heard as the head freed itself from her stretched and ravaged pussy. He bend down and gave her lover’s a kiss for about a minute. Tongue to tongue and he swirled it around her mouth so he could even taste the black tit master’s cum in her mouth. He then put both of his hands on her tits and slowly felt them up. My wife squealed and moaned but liked it. He then grabbed each nipple and pulled hard on them making her lift up and amazingly two large streams of milk shot up about seven inches toward his open waiting mouth. He caught as much as he could and said, “Damn, sweet white bitch milk.” She was still loaded with tit milk and was no way near being drained.
“Well bitch, ready to have these drained completely?” her black lover said. She just looked at him and shook her head yes. “Get up my white tit bitch and let your old lover milk you dry.”
He and the black tit master led her over to a padded black leather V hanging from the ceiling and strapped her arms up onto the V. They then pulled a leather-padded stool over for her to sit on and spread her legs open as wide as possible.
They both started feeling up her milk filled tits till the tit master’s wife came back down stairs. The older black man told her to get the plastic bra on the couch. She went over and brought back a molded clear plastic bra with velcro straps. It was too huge looking for her tits. It was four times the normal size and where the tits went in, rubber was around the openings. My wife’s eyes were as big as silver dollars when they started to place her tits into the rubber openings. What were they going to do, she wondered. They finally fitted her and amazingly her tits supported the plastic bra alone. They finished velcroing her up and brought over another clear plastic container. This one they put around her pussy and velcro strapped into place. My wife was getting nervous and was trying to squirm out of each containers hold but to no avail.
“Now my tit slave lets see how much milk you have.” The older man said. The tit master went over to his refrigerator and took out two glass cylinders, which held two of the largest leeches I have ever seen. But how could these leeches drain all of my wife’s tit milk?
Each cup of the plastic bra had an opening on the top of it. The cups were way too big and the edges were a good four or five inches away from her nipples. The old black man took one cylinder and slowly poured the cold water and leech into the opening. The black tit master did the same to the other side. With the water added, the level of the water came to just above the nipple. With the cold water touching her tender nipples now, my wife squirmed and moaned and her nipples shot out another hot stream of her milk. The leeches now attacked her nipples. They attached to each nipple and started sucking her nipple meat into their suckers. My wife screamed and struggled to get away from them but really wanted her leeches to milk her. Slowly they began to swell sucking out my wife’s milk and slowly she started to arch her back and letting them have their way with her exposed nipples.
The old man now opened a hole in the bottom of each plastic bra cup and let the water drain out onto her belly. The more the leeches sucked the more my wife enjoyed it. It was constant and steady sucking. The leeches held on even when my wife thrust her tits out and gave out a strong stream of tit milk. It nearly made the leeches let go but they continued sucking and sucking and moving up her nipples till they almost devour the length of the nipples. After a few minutes my wife started to show her black lovers that she could take the leeches and could out last their feeding off of her milk tits.
The old black man was ready for this. “Good, now your ready for your real milking.” he said. He went over and picked up a black sack. When he did, the sack’s contents started moving around and my wife just stared at it. He pulled out a 12-inch long black snake! He showed it to my wife and even opened the snake’s mouth to show her its tongue. The mouth opening had to be at least two-inches in diameter and no teeth. He then had the tit master pull out another black snake, which looked identical to the first. My wife started to violently struggle with her restraints. But they held her fast and she was hopelessly strapped in. The tit master’s wife turned on some overhead lights and the old man said that his babies needed the warmth of the lights on her tits to properly milk her dry. He told her that they were specially fed milk and did not eat or drink anything else. They were really hungry and thirsty for milk and the heat would make them even more so.
They now both pushed the milk hungry snakes into the openings on top of the plastic bra and slowly let them crawl in for dinner; her milk! The snakes saw the leeches and slowly slithered up to them. Just then my wife let out a huge stream of milk from both tits and nearly blew off the leeches but not quite. In one swift motion they both attacked the leeches and slowly swallowed their way up till they consumed all of each leech. My wife was frantic and now really tried to get loose from her straps. But the more she moved the more her “milkers” moved up to her nipples. Finally, you could see they consumed the leeches and had her nipples. They started to feed off her milk and the more they sucked her the more she struggled. Again, she shot out two hot streams of milk and to everyone’s surprise the snakes couldn’t hold on. They recovered quickly and now with the leeches out of the way sucked in the nipples and tits and held on tight. My wife squirted over and over and hard.
After about three minutes of this forced milking, my wife was starting to enjoy her snake milkers relieving her of her hot milk. It was dripping out the sides of their mouths but they held on and were going to milk my wife dry. You could see their bodies filling up with my wife’s milk and they wanted as much as they could get. Once again my wife shot a hot stream of milk that almost this time pushed them off. But they had a good hold of her. The old man asked my wife how the snakes were doing. She was now panting and mumbled that the snake’s tongues were wrapped around her nipples and were squeezing them when they wanted more of her milk.
The old man and the tit master now started to remove the plastic bra and straps around my wife’s milking tits. When they pulled it off, the tits were swollen and her veins were visible with all the pressure the snakes had on her with their milking. My wife started taking deep breaths and the snakes held tight with the expansion of my wife’s chest but were not going to let go of their feeding tits.
They didn’t take off the plastic box attached to her pussy. The old man bent over towards my wife and gave her another long wet kiss and said; “Now you will find out why I call my black cock a snake.”
He picked up another black bag and again it moved. He came over to the pussy box and opened up a small door on the top. He reached into the bag and pulled out a white mouse. “A nice white mouse for your nice white pussy” he said. Quickly he dropped the mouse into the plastic box and my wife screamed. She was deadly afraid of mice and with one in her pussy box with only her pussy as an escape route she went wild. I thought she would pass out! The tit snakes got three long hot streams of milk but held on and suck all of her milk she shot out. The mouse settled down and twice went up to her pussy but ran back to the other side. The old man now got another bag and pulled out a 14-inch black snake, which was about 3 inches in diameter. “Now you get the real black snake,” he said.
He lowered the snake head first into the box and again my wife let out a scream and struggled frantically. Her tits let out stream after stream of hot milk and again her milk snakes held on. The snake and mouse saw each other and the mouse started to run away towards my wife’s pussy. When the snake was completely in the box, it started to slither towards the mouse. The mouse went for its only way out; my wife’s pussy. When he touched her pussy she let out a scream and her pussy started opening up. The mouse then started to enter her pussy and her pussy swallowed the mouse up till all you could see was its tail sticking out of her pussy. The snake saw where the mouse went and started slithering towards its prey. My wife kept screaming and when the snake’s tongue tried to grab the mouse’s tail, the mouse’s tail even disappeared inside my wife’s pussy. The snake wasn’t going to be denied it prey. It slowly nuzzled my wife’s pussy lips with its nose
The snake finally must have swallowed the mouse and laid still for a few moments. My wife’s pussy was cumming over and over at this point. She had her pussy ravished by the snake and her tits milked like never before by the snake milkers. Now she was just enjoying the ride like never before and after the shock of the snakes and mouse satisfying her sexual needs.
But the snake in her pussy wasn’t done. Her pussy was wet and warm and maybe the snake liked being in her pussy. So he slowly started to move in further and further into her open pussy. Her pussy hole was wide open and he could do what he wanted. Amazingly she took all 14-inches of this snake into her pussy. The rough snake skin moving inside her sensitive pussy gave her orgasm after orgasm, the likes she never will have again. Finally, he was completely inside and you could hear the pop when her pussy lips closed up taking all 14-inches inside her warm pussy. The snake had her. Her tit milk slowed down but the milker snakes kept up their sucking and still got milk out of her.
The tit master and old man now removed the plastic pussy box and released her from strapped in position. They stood her up and the tit milkers still hung on milking her yet. They both now started kissing my wife who kissed them back passionately. She wanted to thank them for this hard but wonderful fucking and milking. She even kissed the black woman hard and long.
You could see her belly popped out where the snake was resting inside her pussy and slowly moving giving her another orgasm. She was now dripping from her pussy with her pussy juices and old black mans cum dripping out.
The old man said that she had enough for now but my wife protested. He said no and she reluctantly agreed. The tit master and wife grabbed onto the swollen milker snakes and slowly pulled on them. The snakes did not want to release their hold and they held on. The old man started to rub my wife’s belly hard, which started the pussy snake to move down towards her pussy lips.
Again my wife was cumming over and over and when the pussy snake’s head popped out, she shuddered in another orgasm. The snake was about 12 inches out of her when the milk snakes let go of her nipples and tits with a loud pop. Just then the pussy snake finally was completely out with a loud plop.
Exhausted, my wife lay down on the couch and rubbed her tits which were finally empty. She then started to rub her pussy and felt her cum juice and the old black man’s nigger seed still seeping out. The tit master’s wife came over to her and felt her belly and said she was knocked up by the old black man and finished off with a snake nailing her. She also told her she had the old black man, leeches, her husband and her and the baby to milk her now every day. In 9 months there will be another mouth to feed and another “surprise” after she has her second black nigger baby.
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Fun times with Romy

Author’s prologue: This story is pure fantasy and none of the characters exist, nor has any of the events taken place. The story, in whole or in part may not be reproduced without the consent of the publisher.
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Broken Birds, Part 20, Home

Part 20
Home
Senator John McDale and his wife, Michele were very tired. They’d been traveling for nearly 24 hours. Still, they were very excited. They would see their youngest daughter for the first time in almost a year. They were in the elite airport lounge in Sidney. The lounge had multiple meeting rooms, a cafeteria style eating line, a bar and multiple televisions.
A young woman with flowing, blonde hair, obviously an Australian approached them. It was Jennifer. “Kat’s nearby. Follow me,“ she whispered and led them to a room. Several men and women discretely monitored the couple.
Kat was waiting, obviously pregnant, and obviously very happy about it. An Afghan couple in traditional Afghan dress stood as they entered. A face scarf in traditional fashion covered the woman’s face. The man’s face was bandaged with evidence of bleeding.
Kat moved awkwardly with her “Baby Bump” as she flew to her mother’s arms. They clung to each other for a moment until the Afghani woman pushed the Senator to join, and then it was a three-way hug.
Originally the plan had been to have Kat meet her parents alone before their trip North. Beth refused. She would accompany her sister and baby. Unfortunately, You Tube had made Beth a very well known figure. Michael would not let them go without him. Hence, they were back in the Afghan dress.
The contrast between their last sight of Kat and this incredibly happy, pregnant young woman staggered the Senator and his wife. Mother and daughter clung to each other and began to cry.
Only then did Beth remove her face scarf, jarring the Senator.
He offered his hand, she moved it gently aside and hugged him.
The lead bodyguard pressed his earpiece. “Copy.”
“Michael, we need to go. Everything’s ready.”
Beth fastened her scarf and she and Michael left first. Several minutes later Kat, a hastily disguised senator and wife were led away using a different route. Finally, Jennifer walked regally through the lounge, followed discretely by her guards.
They were taken to a helicopter at the far end of the airport. They disappeared into the night.
Seating in the helicopter was four wide with a central walkway. Michael sat next to Beth and across from Jennifer and her guard.
Kat sat next to her mother and across from the Senator. The Senator tapped Michael on the shoulder, “Isn’t this a bit much?” indicating the guards and security procedures.
Michael smiled sadly, “You’ll understand when we get to our home.”
The Senator had two stiff drinks and fell asleep on the flight while his wife and daughter chatted excitedly. Beth slept, her head on Michael’s shoulder. After shedding his Afghan disguise, he had a drink of scotch, dreading the next two weeks. Once the Senator learned the truth, Michael feared he would try to get Kat to leave, taking his and Beth’s child with her.
He’d expressed his concerns at dinner before the plan had been finalized. “I will never leave you or Beth, Michael, never!”
Nonetheless, he worried.
As the helicopter set down on the compound helipad, overhead lights snapped on. Light rain fell, driven by the wind. Dressed in nautical gear, their heads covered, the harem, Nita and Michaela stood resolutely against the blade backwash, waiting for their family to return.
The lead guard approached Michael as he deplaned, “No indication of anyone taking notice.”
Michael was relieved. At least no known security problems.
The girls took the Senator and his wife to the guesthouse. One of Tim’s absolute rules was no strangers could stay in the main house.
The spacious guesthouse boasted four bedrooms and three baths. Vetted doctors or other professionals brought in to treat the girls frequently stayed in the house.
They left the Senator, Michele and Kat. Tomorrow, they’d have a real reception for them.
The guesthouse buzzed the next afternoon. The Senator slept in, while Michele and Kat talked for hours in the kitchen.
When the Senator wakened and showered, Kat headed to the main house to bring Michael and the harem.
The weather remained stubbornly lousy. Light rain had fallen for three days and would for at least one more.
The harem began to enter the guest house, shedding their wet raingear. Michele and the Senator waited expectantly in the living room. The Senator held a large tumbler of dark scotch.
Michele sought Kat’s smiling face, oblivious to all else.
“Well it’s been a while, but I thought you’d at least remember me!” Rachael said loudly.
At the sound of her voice, Michele spun, her mouth open, trying to find the words. They joined in a hug filled with genuine emotion. Even in the hug, Michele searched the faces for Shoshana and Lynne. Finding them, she opened one arm, motioning them over while still holding Rachael.
“You can let go now Misha,” Rachael said softly.
“Not likely, you little bitch!” Misha said laughing.
Michael stared, uncertain and out of control of the situation, something he hated. Beth took pity on him. “Dad, Rachael knew Michele when they were kids. They’re closer than most sisters. Before they came, Kat let her parents know about the harem, but never gave out any names. She told them that if they caused a problem, they would never see her or their grandchild again. Her Dad had a problem, but Misha told him she was coming alone. Finally he promised.”
“Honey, he’s a politician. He promised never to try to find you.”
“We’ve got a plan,” Michael’s head snapped up and she giggled. “No, it’s not a plan to have you “do” Misha. Just go with it. Rachael planned it. If I told you, you’d never react right.” Beth dodged a swat.
The reunion started well. Drinks were served, another large dark glass of scotch being delivered to the Senator.
Shoshana hugged Michele, “It’s so good to see you Aunt Misha,” using Michele’s nickname.
“My God, you’re gorgeous! Honey, I mean you’re really beautiful.” Shoshana beamed.
Lynne bounced into the room, her natural ebullience radiating around the room. She, too, hugged Misha like a long lost relative.
Senator McDale poured a fresh drink, talking with Shoshana, marveling at her soft speech and confident smile, remembering the last time he saw her she lisped badly and had been very shy.
Misha and the Walsh women sat in a circle, Rachael and Misha holding both hands of the other, looking intently at each other.
Maria and Nita, usually inseparable approached the Senator, asking him what it was like being a very important man. John McDale treated the two young girls to a long history lesson about Senator John McDale.
He poured himself another large drink.
Michael noticed, feeling uneasy.
Rafaela touched his arm. Together they strode to the Senator.
Michael introduced Rafaela as Andréa. The Senator held out his hand, “Hello Rafaela, my name is John McDale,” frowning at Michael, “We’ve been looking for you for a long time.” He pointed at her with his nearly empty glass, “She’s a drug cartel queen, wanted by half the police forces in the world.” He seemed proud of himself, forgetting his promises, “You have to know, I’ll have to report this,” taking out his cell phone.
Michael took the phone from the Senator’s hand, nearly crushing bone.
Looking at Michael’s face and hard, cold eyes, McDale knew he had made a bad mistake. He’d become a threat, exposing his own daughter in his alcohol induced haze.
Kat came over, feeling the tension. Rafaela spoke softly, “Michael was introducing us and your father recognized me. He knows who I am, what I was and where I am.”
Blood drained from Kat’s face, “Daddy you promised!” She fled the room. Misha and Rachael followed.
“Excuse me.” Michael turned away and pulled out his satellite phone.
Inside, Michael gladly released the beast that had tormented him for decades. McDale threatened his family. In the blink of an eye, all the walls he had built to keep the animal inside fell. He considered ending McDale’s life instantly, but the girls would see and the family would be destroyed.
Having heard the story from Kat, an angry Misha strode up to the Senator and slapped him hard, his head snapping back! “You’ve just ruined the security of their home, you jackass! And with it, the safety and love of your daughter and grandchild!” She stormed off to be with her daughter who was inconsolable.
Michael returned to collect his harem. As they got their coats, Michael turned to the parchment white Senator. “Please stay in this house. You don’t yet know exactly where we are. We’ll make arrangements tomorrow.” His eyes were cold and hard.
Michael turned and they all left, leaving Misha and the Senator alone.
On the way to the main house, Rachael tried to console Kat who was wracked with sobs.
When they got back to the main house, Beth collapsed in laughter. Rachael was chuckling while Kat giggled uncontrollably. The other girls looked bewildered.
Michael realized he’d been had.
“Look, I just mobilized a lot of people to search for a new home for us. All of it. Now!” He was angry to his core, his eyes aflame with rage. All of them realized they had gone too far.
Rachael led him to a recliner while Beth got him a drink. She realized that something like this could trigger his nightmares. She looked at him and saw that haunted look. Damn! They had not considered that. ‘Damn, Damn, Damn.’
She motioned Alice over to her.
“He’s going to have nightmares tonight. I can see it in his eyes.”
Alice looked over and saw the same look. “Shit!”
Michael functioned superbly when under stress, but he paid for it later. When stress released, his subconscious took over, flooding him with memories. Only this time, he had intentionally embraced that past. The beast was in control.
One by one, each of his women realized something was very, very wrong.
Rachael responded to Michael’s question, “As you know, John was looking for Kat. And Tim said he was getting close. We had to stop him, so we had to agree for Kat to see him.” Michael nodded, his eyes empty sending a pain through her dark eyes, “Misha and I have known each other a long time. She knew John would keep looking until he saw with his own eyes that she was happy. He was using some pretty sophisticated stuff, not knowing the real danger he was putting us in. So we had to show him the real danger he was causing. We knew he’d recognize me and the girls. We didn’t know he’d recognize Rafaela, but that was a good thing since now he knows drug people may also be looking.”
“He also has a drinking problem. He’s more than 20 years older than Misha and his health isn’t good. So we figured if we could get them to stay, Jennifer could check him out.”
“Misha wants to stay for the birth, too. She is added incentive for him to stop.” Rachael said, a bit proud of herself.
Michael turned to Kat, “Honey, how much does your dad drink?” his voice flat and cold.
“He won’t tell, honest Michael,” she said knowing where Michael was going.
“How much, Honey?” Michael persisted in a flat, frighteningly soft voice.
“Sometimes too much,” she admitted fearfully.
“So what do we do when he tells a buddy that he’s seen you and you’re learning to speak Australian? Or his grandkid will have an Aussie accent?” He continued in that same, frightening flat voice.
Ten frightened women looked at him.
“You’ve put all our lives in his hands, but you know that. So you used me as a weapon to conquer his alcoholism.” His voice was flat and deadly.
He suddenly understood and felt dirty and used. Attuned to him, Shoshana moved to him to try to get him to understand.
As she reached for him, he shook his head no, a sad no.
He stood and grabbed a coat.
“Dad, I’m coming.”
He turned to her with dead eyes, “Not tonight Baby. Tonight I won’t be good company.”
He headed out alone, not even noticing the cold rain on his face.
He walked along the cliffs wondering how long he had to get them safe. STUPID! His mind ran through a thousand possible solutions, discarding each as either impracticable, too uncertain or just plain stupid. He knew he needed rest and sleep, but he feared that even more. He heard the screams of dying men just behind a thin door that sleep would open. He tried to cage the beast, but he failed. The memories flooded him.
The sun was up when he returned to the main house. His women had slept in the main room in hopes he would return. They greeted him fearfully.
“I’m going to get cleaned up and go talk to your father, Kat,” in that same horrible flat voice, “You win. I’ll do what I can,” and walked away.
He knocked softly. Misha, with dancing eyes met him, looking for the girls.
“They’ll be along in a few minutes. We had a rough night.” He hesitated, “May I see your husband?” Misha heard the threat in his flat tone.
John was sitting in the kitchen, sipping a large cup of coffee. His bloodshot eyes showed fear. Misha sat beside him, her legs tucked under.
“John, right now you’re the most dangerous person in the world to my family. If you say one word about finding your daughter speaking with an Australian accent, she will die and your grandchild with her. Rachael and her girls will be slaughtered. Rafaela, Michaela, Maria, Nita, Jennifer, Alice, all dead because you blurted something when you’re drunk.” Michael said, his voice deadly.
“My best friend, Rafaela’s father, killed himself to prevent people from finding her. Could you do that? Last night I came close to killing you to protect them. If I let you live, you’ll have to guard every word you say and you can’t do that drunk.”
John feared few things, but the fiery eyes boring into him were now at the top of that short list.
“John, you’ve got a problem with alcohol. You have to choose. The booze or your daughter’s life; the booze or your grandchild’s life.”
As he went to continue, Misha blurted, “The booze or my life.”
Michael paid no attention to her. “If you choose the booze, you’ll never see them again. I swear to God. I know you’ll say all the things you think I want to hear, but that’s not the deal. You’ve lied to us before. If you choose your family, I’ll help you. It starts today. Not another drink. Not ever. If you choose the booze, you’ll be on your way to a safe house tonight and you’ll never see us again.”
“That goes for me too, John.”
McDale knew he had a drinking problem. His Senate seat was not only in jeopardy. He faced almost certain defeat. His body had thickened badly and he no longer could maintain an erection.
Michael’s flat voice frightened him. “What if I try and fail?”
John McDale had known fear, but looking into Michael’s eyes terrified him.
Michael rose and left as Misha began to cry. Their plan had worked, but at the cost of a tormented soul.
When he walked into the kitchen of the main house, he nodded to Kat. “I think they need you now, Honey.” In that same flat voice.
Alice tried to talk to him, but Michael had not only closed off to his women, he was descending into a place they could not comprehend. Michael had a gentle soul and extraordinary killing skills. The Navy honed his skills and ignored his soul. Thirty four men and women had died directly at his hands, more by explosives. He remembered each one. They screamed their pain at him from behind a gossamer thing door in his consciousness. They came out to play with his soul at night. Even Beth could not reach him. He was alone in a place of his own making, his own private hell.
It was a day of pain and terror in the compound.
Michael struggled to hold the door closed on madness. Only now did his women understand. They felt helpless. They were. They had unleashed the beast inside him to frighten a man to confront alcoholism, trusting that Michael could control the beast. Too late, they realized the beast was an integral part of him.
John confronted his alcoholism.
Misha, Rachael and Kat sought to reconcile the good their plan had done with the devastation it caused.
For the first time in her life, Beth could not reach her father.
Alice tried to balance their needs and failed. Too much pain, too little time. It all hinged on one tortured man.
In the lap pool, he swam through the pain and exhaustion. He swam in solitude. A free stroke some called beautifully languid.
He felt her enter the water, angry at the intrusion.
She swam past him. He was tired, but he gave chase, burning the fury inside his soul in physical exertion.
Finally, she stopped. He did as well.
He grabbed her hard, pulling her to him, his lips crushing hers. For a moment, she was afraid she had miscalculated and the beast would devour her. They ripped the bathing suits off each other.
He needed to be in her inner depths and she desperately needed him inside her. It was anything but gentle. He dragged her from the pool and lay on his back on the cushioned pool deck. She squatted over him and guided his throbbing cock into her steaming pussy. Within three strokes he had reached her depths. They fucked. Primal need drew them together. She screamed in orgasm. He shot his cum deep into her. They descended into well of need and passion unlike either had ever experienced.
She collapsed on him, her knees raw. She was panting. So was he.
After a moment, she levered herself above him to look into his eyes. The beast had been caged for the moment, but it was straining to get out.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.”
Though the beast was caged for now, it came out each of the next three nights. Alice, pregnant and tired, couldn’t help. Beth, Rafaela and Rachael were lost in a pit of guilt.
Rachael, Kat, Lynne, Jennifer and Misha were helping John through the hell of withdrawal.
Maria and Shoshana slept with Michael, unafraid of his nightmares. Maria’s soft voice and gentle laughter could somehow reach Michael when he was lost in pain. So too did Shoshana, offering herself to whatever Michael wanted or needed. Intuitively she knew Michael would never hurt her, though that trust had been put to the test on the second night.
By the morning of the fourth day, they were desperate. Michael had shuddered and sweated through the night, moaning in agony. He’d cried while Shoshana and Maria tried to comfort him.
They pieced together the operation he relived from snippets of his mumbled words. A couple of young lovers had been on a beach during insertion of Michael’s team. He’d killed them to prevent an alarm. Collateral damage was the report. Michael pleaded with God to give their souls the love he had ripped from them 20 years before.
Jennifer drugged him into a near coma.
The terrified harem convened in the main living room, fearing they had destroyed the man they all loved.
“What do we do?” Beth asked softly.
“We may have to get him to a hospital that specializes in PTSD. It’s way beyond me. I don’t think any of us knew what he had walled off inside. What’s amazing is that he didn’t snap when you were raped.” Alice said carefully.
“He knew I needed him. He was my father first. I think that’s what kept the beast caged.” Beth said, sobbing.
The girls talked about their guilt and anguish, trying to comfort each other. They had meant good to come of this.
Nita sat quietly in an overstuffed chair, listening to the discussion. She had just turned 17 and was coming to realize the difference between a man and boys. She had an idea.
“Do you think the father in him could cage the beast again?”
“I tried, but it wasn’t the same. I’m more his wife and lover now than his daughter.”
“What if I tried to reach him?” Nita said slowly.
“How?”
Nita looked at Alice who nodded slightly.
“When Miguel raped me, he made it as painful as he could,” she looked down, composing herself, “he made me do things,” she remembered and shuddered, unable to put those things into words. “Anyway, I can’t respond to boys. I mean I’ve gone out a lot, but when they touch me, I freeze. I’ve talked to Alice about this a lot. I think Michael could help.”
Alice looked unhappy. “I’m not sure if Michael is the same person we’ve known, Honey.”
Beth ignored Alice, the spark of hope in her eyes. She thought for a moment and stopped herself, saying instead, “Honey, you don’t have to do this. We’ll find another way.”
Nita looked at her, shaking her head adamantly. “I don’t know if I want to be part of his harem, but I want to feel like a woman, not a dirty, violated victim! I think Michael can help me. And maybe I can help him.”
“We’ve tried everything else,” Alice said slowly.
Michael awoke slowly from his drug induced sleep. His head hurt and his mouth tasted foul. He was sandwiched between Shoshana and Maria.
Shoshana hopped off the bed and brought him aspirin and water.
He looked into the eyes of his adoring women and the image of the teenage lovers he’d killed came instantly to mind. He squeezed his eyes as if to crush the image.
Maria stroked his arm, “Michael, we need your help.”
Keeping his eyes shut, “What do you need, Honey?” He said softly in the same, flat, dead voice they had come to dread.
“I think we should let Nita tell you. She’s the one that needs you.”
Shoshana and Maria went to get Nita.
She came in slowly, a little girl with sad eyes. Alice told her to be honest, but only tell as much as she felt comfortable with.
“Come here Honey” He patted the bed beside him.
“Dad, I need to tell you something, something I think may make you no longer love me.” She was looking down, her long dark hair hiding her face from him.
He brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
“Look at me, Honey,” he said in a familiar voice, “There is nothing you could say that would make me stop loving you. Nothing.”
He took her into his arms as she sobbed quietly, all his attention on this young woman.
“Dad, I’ll tell you, but let me do it my way. Okay?”
He nodded.
“When Miguel raped me, it hurt so bad. I bled a lot too. When he stuck his thing in my ass, I hurt even worse. I didn’t know there was that much pain in the whole world. He did other things…” she was crying in earnest now, “I want you to know what he made me do, before I ask you something.”
He stroked her arm protectively.
“He made me suck him after he took it out of my ass. When I didn’t do it good, he made me practice…on his dog.” She said it in a whisper.
“Jesus,” Michael blurted softly.
“Then, when he kept coming to me, it always ended with the dog,” she was wailing now.
He held her trembling body, amazed that she had kept the secret so long. The beast knew he could not take revenge, the father in him knew his little girl needed him.
She quieted after a while.
“Dad, I’m frigid. Any time a guy touches me, I remember the pain and my body shuts down. Besides, I don’t think any man would want me after he finds out I’ve sucked and fucked a dog.”
He raised her head so she could see his eyes. The madness had been replaced by love.
“Will you make love to me tonight?”

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35Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Epilogue: or “Nineteen years Lat—err… I mean /Fifteen/…”
Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters are property of J K Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Arthur A. Levine Books, Raincoast Books, Scholastic publishing (et al.) and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial entertainment; no money is being made.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Epilogue: Look everybody! It’s an epilogue!
Nineteen Years Later…
Wait… what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,”“ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.”
Who am I to go against convention?
/Fifteen/ years later…
No matter how many times Harry saw the “/new/” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up with well-earned pride. Not only had he co-created the unique ritual to rebuild the ruined castle with Hermione thirteen years before, but he and his wife had been one of the dozens of couples that had performed said sex-ritual. He could still remember the scores of two-person tents (and a three-person tent for Seamus, Lavender and Parvati) that circled the ruins and the non-stop peals of pleasure and wet squelching noises that filled the night as the stones flew through the air and rebuilt the ancient castle.
It looked exactly the way it did before it fell. Well, not/exactly/. The Astronomy Tower was significantly taller and thicker than it had been. Also, it had a peculiar, yet/pleasing/ curve to it. And most people described the parapet as being “/crown/” shaped. Hermione believed that the sex-ritual that recreated the castle had inadvertently altered this particular part of the building. In fact, a few muggleborns had stated that the tower now appeared to be a copy of the notorious tower that had been featured in the original poster art for Disney’s “/The Little Mermaid.”/ The thick, creeping vines that crisscrossed the Tower only aided in this comparison.
Another side effect of the sex-ritual that had rebuilt Hogwarts meant the castle and its wards now fed off of any sex act. Seeing that the castle was chockfull of hormonal teenagers wanking, snogging, performing hand-jobs and oral sex, and outright fornicating every single day, the new castle literally throbbed with power. Throbbed/. As he and Hermione walked up the hill to the castle, Harry could actually see the building pulsate – and /throb – particularly the new Astronomy Tower.
Just before the married couple walked through the giant doors of Hogwarts, Harry noticed the black-lace choker around his wife’s neck. The choker was just part of a garment Hermione had donned this morning. The costume was normally used for when the couple would act out a rather fun role-playing game where Hermione was a bad maid who had not dusted properly and therefore deserved a“/punishment/” from Harry. Today, the punishment hadn’t been for improper dusting, but for a cruel, teasing joke the brunette had played.
Harry made a polite coughing sound to attract her attention and pointed at his own neck.
“Oh my, we don’t want to lose this one,” the brunette said instantly realizing what Harry’s gesture meant. She carefully removed the choker and tucked it away in her robe pocket. “/Risqu?aid/” was one of her most favorite games after-all.
As they entered the castle, the sound of hundreds and hundreds of students talking and rushing to class nearly overpowered them. The years that followed the fall of the first Hogwarts Castle and Voldemort’s defeat saw the wizarding population of Britain increase significantly. Year after year the birth rate had shattered the previous year’s record setting number. This massive and continual spike in the population was due to the age of peace that the wizards and witches now experienced thanks to Voldemort’s demise. Or at least that is what the history books claimed. The real reason that the birth rate was rising rapidly each year was due to the fact that every witch and wizard were having copious amounts of sex. And this was directly correlated to the wildly popular Books of Love Magic and its ten volumes (so far). The highest seller to date was Volume Six: Pregnancy and You which had a four month pregnant (with James) “/Mona Puckle”/ and sixth month pregnant(with the twins Harry and Harriet) “Perky ‘The Jugs’ Weatherby” with their respective husbands performing rituals designed to aid in various stages of pregnancy and childbirth, as well as recipes for balms and salves that made stretch marks disappear and physical exercises that helped fight various sagging bits on both partners.
“It looks like they’re going to have to add another wing to the castle just to house the ever-growing student body,” commented Hermione as the couple pushed through the throng of students. The school’s population had tripled twice over since they had taken their NEWTS.
“Maybe we can come up with another ritual to do just that?” suggested Harry, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t invested ourselves to the castle before.”
“I’ll work on it tonight,” she said, looking forward to the practice. Trial and error was so much fun when orgasms were included.
The couple made their way to the Hospital Ward where Luna Weasley worked. Thanks to her share of the book profits, the blonde and her husband were reasonably wealthy and didn’t need to work. She did however take the position of Hogwarts’ nurse in order to be close to her children. And Ron took up the position of nurse’s aide for the same reasons – that and easy access to the mid-afternoon shags he had grown to love. As for Harry and Hermione, they too were able to live just as comfortably thanks to their shares of book sales and found things to do in their spare time: Harry was content to be what Muggles called a“/Stay-at-Home-Dad”/ while Hermione, who did more than her fair share in raising their children, spent some of her free time trying to live up to her title of the “/Chosen One”/by striving to give House-Elves equal rights. So far, the best she had been able to accomplish is a Ministry standard three sickle yearly salary and two days off a month. Even though Hermione thought this was unacceptable, the House-Elves were ecstatic over their new freedom. They were so overjoyed by their Savior’s accomplishment that they created over a dozen holidays where they showered the Chosen One with praise and gifts. Ironically enough, these gifts the House-Elves gave her were hand-knitted hats that were strikingly similar to the ones she herself had made in her fifth year in a misguided attempt to free the tiny creatures. One room in their home, the Shrieking Shack (which was still a grandiose mansion on the inside thanks to Harry’s accidentally bout of magic when the couple had first made love), was used strictly to house the thousands upon thousands of hats she had received over the years.
Harry and Hermione found their best friends putting away supplies upon entering the Hospital Ward.
“’Lo, Hermione, Harry, what brings you here?” asked Ron as he helped his wife stock the shelves with ointments, salves and various potions.
Before either could answer, fifteen year old Sirius Lupin, Remus and Tonks’ eldest son, pushed his way into the Ward. He held a blood-soaked cloth to his head.
“What’s the matter, Sirius?” Luna asked.
“Erm… uh…I… er… bumped my head,” he answered lamely. Unlike his father, Sirius was a horrible liar. This un-Marauder like-setback did not stop the young wizard from committing acts of mischief and mayhem.
“Did you happen to bump your head because you were up to no good with the twins?” asked Luna.
“Which ones?” the young boy asked Luna in return. It was clear that Sirius was attempting to distract the adults in the room. “Your twins or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Harry’s twins?”
Knowing that the fifteen year old boy was trying to protect his best friend and obvious cohort with this distraction, Harry asked, “So it was Hyphen then?”
“Yes, Uncle Harry,” Sirius admitted. “We were pranking some Slytherins and I tripped when we made our escape. Hit my head on the steps leading out of the dungeons.”
“And I take it our daughter’s in her dorm room right now devising an alibi for the two of you?” asked Hermione.
“Yes,” he replied.
Harry smiled to himself, imagining Hyphen’s brilliant green eyes sparkling mischievously behind her spectacles, twirling one of her long strands of black, kinky hair which she tended to do when she was up to no good. A part of him was glad to see his fourteen year-old daughter giving Slytherins hell. Of course he’d never mention this to Hermione who always scolded Hyphen and their other children for not supporting Inter-House unity.
Luna gingerly pulled the boy’s hand from his head and said,“Just a scratch and a mild concussion – nothing that a few waves from a wand and a potion won’t fix.”
Once Sirius was healed, Luna shooed the “miracle-boy” away. Like his godfather, Harry, Sirius Lupin had earned an unwanted moniker. The first full moon after his fifth birthday, Sirius changed into a werewolf, just as everyone feared. He had unfortunately inherited the condition from his father. However, Sirius also inherited his mother’s Metamorphmagus abilities. The next full moon, Sirius did not change, much to everyone’s surprise. After a bit of study, it was discovered that after his first painful transformation into a wolf, Sirius unconsciously used his Metamorphmagus ability to cancel out his werewolf transformation. Using this knowledge, several Potion Masters created a cure for Lycanthropy based off of Sirius’ unique ability. Thus, he was heralded as the “miracle-boy.”
Once the four adults were alone, Hermione announced, “I have news,” the brunette was glowing with happiness. “Guess whose expecting again?”
“Another one?” asked Ron disbelievingly.
“You know Harry, ever since he found out I told that little fib, he thinks that I shouldn’t be without child for more than a year at a time.”
After their third child was born, Harry sat down and did the math, so to speak. Their first child, Lily-Fiona Granger-Potter – affectionately called “Hyphen” – was born a little more than nine months and one week after Hermione told him she was pregnant that fateful day. Harry knew Hyphen wasn’t late and doubted that their daughter had already been conceived the day Hermione announced her pregnancy. When confronted, Hermione confessed to her “/delay in the truth/.” In retrospect, Harry should have known it was a lie – Hermione was an absolute pathetic liar after all. In his defense, he had accepted his future wife’s claim simply because he didn’t think she could have ever lied about something so important, especially when their lives were in mortal peril at the time. Even though the lie was for the greater good, allowing Harry to tap completely into his love-core and therefore defeat Voldemort, the wizard was justifiably upset when Hermione confessed. After along, drawn out argument, and as a form of “/penance,”/Hermione baked Harry a pie (or rather, she asked Dobby – their employed house-elf – to bake Harry a pie) and then performed fellatio on her husband while he enjoyed his pastry treat. This led to the two shagging on the kitchen table while their three kids took their afternoon kip, which led to Hermione becoming pregnant again with the twins Eric and Lacy. It quickly became a joke that Harry had knocked up Hermione on a regular basis as a form of punishment for her “/delay in the truth/.” This couldn’t be further from the truth – the couple had always intended on having a large family.
“What will this make? Nine sprogs? Hell, I’m a Weasley and I don’t have that many,” the red head commented.
“But you’re not living up to the Weasley name, are you? If Molly didn’t have so many grandchildren from your brothers and sister, I’m certain she’d berate you daily for only having four. Bill and Fleur have six. Fred and George each have five. Percy, with his five ex-wives, has a total of eight. Even Charlie, who’s gay, has seven kids. But Ginny and Neville are obviously trying to make up for your lack of children with their eleven,” Hermione pointed out.
“That’s only because Neville and that enormous penis of his ejaculates directly into Ginny’s womb each time they make love,” Luna said. “They have to realize that no magical form of anti-conception will work with them.”
“Yeah, let’s just hope he takes my advice and pulls out from now on,” Harry chuckled. “Or at least buy some Muggle-condoms.”
“So, number nine, huh,” Ron said, returning to his friend’s happy news. “You’re going to run out of names you know.”
“Well I suggested we name the baby after Snape,” Hermione said. She smiled at the scowl that marred her husband’s face.
“I take it that didn’t go over well?” asked Luna.
“No,” Harry said, flatly.
“To say the least,” snorted Hermione. “After I used the Defebulator Charm to revive him and told him it was ajoke, Harry gave me a sound paddling. Of course I was hoping for a spanking, so I think it worked out rather well for me.”
“Were you two were playing ‘The Lady and the Pauper’or ‘/Snarky Schoolgirl’/?” asked Ron.
“No, it was the ‘/Risqu?aid’ /this time. In fact, the maid-choker’s in her pocket right now,” Harry replied. “And just to clarify; there’s no paddling in ‘/The Lady and the Pauper’/scenario. You’re thinking of ‘King Harry and the Duchess of Canterbury’ ‘A Long, Cold Night in January’ or ‘The Babysitter’s Reward.’”
“Ah, my mistake,” the red-head said with a smile. “I’ll try to keep them straight.”
“And what did you do to celebrate the great news of another baby?” the blonde asked, already knowing the answer.
“Another sound paddling,” Hermione said with a rosy bloom. Even though Luna could not see them to confirm, she was positive the bloom on her cheeks matched the ruby hue on the brunette’s other set of cheeks thanks to two consecutive spanking sessions.
“Well, we’ll just have to celebrate won’t we?” Ron said.
“What should we celebrate? The fact that Hermione’s still a kinky witch or that she and Harry are going to have another child?” asked Luna playfully.
“We can celebrate both as far as I’m concerned,” replied Harry, overjoyed to have another child on the way and deliriously happy that his wife was still so adventurous.
“We’ve reserved a table at The Three Broomsticks for us and our kids,” Hermione said to her friends.
“Great, we can say hi to Hannah Abbott ,” said Ron.
“No, Ronald, Hannah owns the Leaky Cauldron,” Luna corrected. “Katie Bell is the owner of The Three Broomsticks.”
“That’s right. I don’t know why I get those two confused.”
As the two couples left the Hospital Ward, Ron said with a guffaw;“Wow, the ten Potters and six Weasleys, that’s going to one big table.”
“Ow,” exclaimed Harry suddenly.
“What is it dear?” asked Hermione.
“Some damn insect just bit my scar.”
The End
Ending Notes: First and foremost, I’d like to thank my beta, Sasqch for his diligent work. I’d also like to thank Steven Moffat whose creation, “/Coupling,/” I pilfered many of my jokes from. Thanks to Joanne Rowling whose many contradictions, plot holes, dropped plot points, retroactive changes in regards to previously published books, and the blatant character assassinations(of both her creations and her fans) made “Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor” possible. More thanks go out to Ultimate Auror and Brainy Bird who helped with numerous ideas and suggestions.
Most of all, many thanks to all who have read and reviewed. You guys rock.

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