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Bitch Tales

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

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Fiction

Wendy and Miss West V

It was Monday afternoon and Wendy was walking home from college reliving in her mind the events of Thursday evening. She had been forced by Miss West to make an acquaintance with a young girl in a small changing room in a local shop. She had enjoyed it in a twisted kind of way. First she was humiliated but soon she became turned on a she made a connection with the naive shop assistant.
She knew she had a full week to wait until she would be required by Miss West again. Her knickers became damp as she thought of all the experiences she had endured over the last week. She wondered what Miss West would have installed for her at the weekend.
As she walked through the front door of her family home she could see her mum in the kitchen and heard her talking to another female. Wendy was so caught up in her own thoughts that it wasn’t until she got right in to the kitchen that she realised her Mum was talking to Sandra!
Sandra smiled at Wendy as she noticed Wendy colouring up. Wendy was dumbstruck. From Sandra’s reaction Wendy knew for certain that it had been her that had been so eager to tongue her ass hole whilst she was blindfolded and tethered in a room of strangers. Wendy tried to leave the room but Sandra began a bombardment of questions that demanded more than a simple one word answer. Wendy knew her mum would expect her to be polite so she had to stay and chat so as not to raise suspicion.
What had Sandra told my Mum?! Wendy thought… Why is she here?!
Wendy struggled to answer a single question without fumbling her words in her nervousness. She answered politely but avoided eye contact with Sandra. Wendy’s mum asked her if everything was ok. Why are you acting so strange she enquired! Wendy brushed aside the comments.
From the living room Wendy heard the telephone ringing. She made a move towards the door.
“No, no. It’s ok Wendy I am expecting a call. Keep Sandra company for two minutes while I get it.”
Wendy wanted to curl up and hide! She felt so silly now been in front of Sandra in such ‘normal’ circumstances. Sandra knew so much more about her than Wendy wanted anybody to know! She had seen her at her most vulnerable. She had seen her giving oral sex to several women. She had seen her been whipped and punished with a crop for disobeying her employer. She had seen her handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged! She had had her ass hole licked by her! She had been forced to do so many humiliating things in front of this friend of her mums.
“There, there Wendy, no need to be scared. Remember it’s our little secret. I did wonder if you knew it was me lapping at your lovely little ass. You seemed to be enjoying t if I remember correctly! You taste so good!”
Wendy couldn’t believe Sandra was talking about it so openly. Wendy was so embarrassed but Sandra just didn’t seem to mind about what had happened the last time they had met.
“Wendy, take off your knickers and give them to me! Quickly!”
Wendy looked up in astonishment. “Pardon!” She replied.
“Quickly Wendy! We don’t want your mum to know do we!”
Wendy wasn’t used to taking orders from anybody but Miss West but she feared what Sandra may tell her mum if she didn’t cooperate. She thought about it for another second then quickly lifted her cotton skirt and slipped her knickers down her legs, scrunched them up tightly and handed them abruptly to Sandra. Sandra smiled as she took them from her. She unfolded them and laid them on the table.
“No! Please hide them my mum might come back any second!”
Sandra stroked the knickers softly and looked back at Wendy with a smile. “Can I keep these Wendy?”
“If you must! Just hide them somewhere before we get caught!” Wendy replied in a sulky tone.
Wendy’s mum hung up the receiver just loud enough for Sandra to hear it. She gathered up Wendy’s knickers in her hands and held them out of sight under the table.
“You two ok?” She asked inquisitively. “It’s very quiet in here!”
“Oh, we are both fine.” Replied Wendy; still quite flustered.
Wendy took her opportunity to leave and dashed up to her room.
Sandra got comfy on her stool again, still clutching Wendy’s knickers, and leaned into Wendy’s mum. “How’s your sex life these days Monica?”
“Sandra!”
“Oh come on! We know each other well enough to talk about it! Are you getting plenty?!”
“Sandra you are filthy! But, since you asked! Erm, how should I say this…. We’ve been married for 19 years now so I suppose I get as much as can be expected!”
“So not much then!” Sandra replied mockingly.
“Well, no, I suppose not much”. Monica replied embarrassed.
“You know, this may sound weird, but I’m in this, what should I call it…. a special club!” Sandra said with a grin on her face.
“Sandra you slut!” Monica whispered in astonishment. “Are you a swinger!!”
“No, not exactly. It doesn’t really involve couples or anything. It’s just a group of like minded people who meet up every now and again!”
“And do what!” Monica replied completely intrigued.
“Well, we have sex!”
“Why on earth are you telling me this Monica!”
“Well maybe you should come along some time. You seem all tense. It would do you good!”
“Oh I don’t think so! I couldn’t possibly cheat on my husband! I haven’t looked at another man in years!”
“Well, that’s the thing Sandra….. there are no men in this club!”
“Sandra! Are you a lesbian!?”
“Not really a lesbian. I just enjoy the eroticness of what we do! I still like men, this is just a bit of a break from the norm!”
“Sandra I am totally shocked at you! I can’t believe what you are saying.”
“Monica it’s not such a big deal. We meet up. It’s all a big secret. Nobody discusses it outside the circle of friends. We have a bit of fun for a couple of hours every week or so and that’s it. We get on with our lives and boyfriends and husbands! It’s so exciting. All the women are beautiful and genuinely nice people. You shouldn’t knock it until you have tried it. It might be just what you need!”
“I couldn’t possibly Sandra. I would be so embarrassed with complete strangers looking at me and…”
Sandra broke in. “Well that’s just it. On your first night you have to be blindfolded to ensure no one knows you and that you are genuine about joining the club, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anybody looking at you because you can’t see them, so there is nothing to be shy about!.”
A surprised; “Oh.” Was all Monica could muster.
“I’ll call you next week Monica.”
Sandra stood up and walked out of the door to allow Wendy’s mum to think about it.
***
The weekend soon came round. On Friday afternoon Miss West phoned Wendy and instructed her to be at her house at exactly 9 am on Saturday morning. She gave her directions to her house and told her to expect to be there until 8 pm on Sunday evening.
This gave Wendy a problem. She wasn’t allowed to stay out overnight normally. She phoned a few friends and found one that would back up her story.
She worked on her mum and dad for several hours and eventually they agreed she could stay out for the night.
***
Rachel called Miss West on Friday evening after work to make sure it was ok for her to pick up her shoes. Miss West told her she had a busy day so told her to be there for 8.30 am. Rachel, still quite nervous about talking to Miss West, had agreed to be there.
***
Rachel was very nervous about turning up to Miss West’s house. She had got up early, showered and put on a summer dress. She didn’t know why she was making an effort; she was only going to pick up some shoes! It was just that Miss West had seemed so powerful and dominant that she had a sexual presence that Rachel had never seen before. The whole experience had been so intimate and sexy that she was turned on by the thought of seeing Miss West again.
She parked her car on the long drive way to Miss West’s mansion and walked slowly to the door.
She rang the door bell and after several seconds it was opened by Miss West dressed in a black silk night gown.
Miss West smiled at Rachel, thanked her for coming and invited her in. Rachel didn’t expect to be asked in but she couldn’t say no! She was lured by Miss West who looked stunning as the gown clung to her body.
“Would you like a drink before I get your shoes Rachel?”
“Oh, no thank you.” Rachel replied politely. As she followed Miss West into the kitchen.
“Would you like a tour of my house instead then?”
“Erm…” Rachel was quite nervous and wondered why Miss West didn’t just get her the shoes! “No thank you. It looks very nice though!” She continued.
Miss West moved close to Rachel and stood directly in front of her. “Would you like to call me Miss West?” She inquired.
Rachel was shocked. She knew that was what Wendy had to call her and Rachel knew what else she had to do!
“Errr, I don’t know.” Rachel replied sheepishly.
“Why don’t we try!?”
“Ok.” Rachel said quite scared.
“Rachel, feed me one of those strawberries!” Miss West pointed to the side where there was a small bowl of fresh fruit.
“OK, Miss West.” Rachel whispered her reply feeling quite silly.
She took a strawberry and offered it to Miss West mouth. Her mouth opened slowly and allowed Rachel to place it gently between her lips. As Miss West took it she managed to get a quick touch of Rachel’s fingers with her lips.
Rachel felt the touch and a shiver shot threw her body. She knew now Miss West was trying to get to her. Her heart raced like never before.
“Good Rachel. Did you enjoy calling me by my name?”
“Yes, kind of….Miss West.”
“Good. Come. Follow me.” Miss West instructed.
Rachel was in turmoil. She had come for her shoes. Now she asked herself if that was all she had come for. She was so intrigued with Miss West. She felt almost jealous of Wendy and the fact that she belonged to Miss West. Did she want the same for herself?! She was so nervous and couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to be drawn into Miss West’s secrets.
Miss West walked off through the house and Rachel found herself following like a pet dog.
They walked into a large room which had mirrors and a dressing table and a walk in wardrobe. There was another door at the far end of the room which was closed.
“Stand in front of the mirror Rachel.”
She did as she was told without speaking.
“Rachel why don’t you say, ‘Yes Miss West, anything for you,’ when I ask you to do something. I think that would be nice. Don’t you?!”
Rachel thought for a second. Miss West did want her like she wanted Wendy! She wanted to dominate her! She must find me attractive and sexy! Rachel was so pleased that she was admired and her whole body felt hot in anticipation.
“OK Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West felt so horny now she had this new girl in her dressing room that was obviously curious.
Miss West opened the wardrobe door to display an array of shoes. Rachel could see her shoes.
“There are your shoes Rachel. Feel free to take them and leave. Or if you like, why don’t you try on some of the other shoes to see if they suit you. I bet you would look really sexy in those!” Miss West pointed to a pair of high heeled black shoes.
Rachel blushed at Miss West’s compliment, she knew this was it. This was the deciding moment. Stay or go. Take her shoes and leave, or stay and be sure to be taken advantage of by another woman!
Rachel walked towards the lines of shoes. Miss West watched in anticipation to see which shoes she would go for. She smiled widely as Rachel picked up the black shoes. She watched as Rachel removed her shoes and carefully buckled up the stilettos.
Rachel stood up and admired the shoes in the mirror.
“Very nice Rachel. You look gorgeous. Pull up your dress up a little so I can see your long legs!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Rachel couldn’t believe those words were coming from her mouth. She felt so naughty.
“I know!” Said Miss West. “Why don’t I blindfold you and put some shoes on you. Then it will be a surprise when you see them!”
“Ok Miss West.”
Miss West went to a draw and pulled out a silk blindfold. She walked behind Rachel and carefully placed it over her eyes. Rachel felt so nervous but so sexy too. A rich attractive lady wanted to take advantage of her because she was sexy! Her body felt electric and she shuddered every time Miss West made the slightest contact. She was so pleased that nobody knew what she was up to though!
Miss West stood back and admired her new toy as she stood so vulnerable in her dressing room. She knew that Rachel would wilt to everything she asked her to. She just had to take her time and not make her do anything that may be too sudden or use words which would make it obvious as to what was happening. She couldn’t just tell her to strip off and get on the bed! This may scare Rachel away. She had to be subtle and undress her slowly, almost by accident.
“OK. Lets try these.” Miss West said swapping the stilettos with another pair of high heels. She didn’t allow Rachel to see them. “Actually no, I don’t think those are right. Ah, I know.” Miss West deliberately picked a pair of boots this time. They were boots she had got from a sex shop. They were black and exceptionally high. They would come to above Rachel’s knees. The shoes were removed and Miss West began to put the boots on Rachel’s slim legs.
She put Rachel’s feet in to each boot but then pretended to struggle to fasten the long zips.
Rachel could feel that they were boots that were been put on her. She had never worn any this high before. She would probably look like a hooker she thought!
Miss West continued with her fake struggles. “I know. Pull your dress up higher so I can see what I’m doing Rachel.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” She pulled her dress up cautiously to mid way up her thighs.
Miss West was on her knees at Rachel’s feet. She continued with the zip and got a little further up Rachel’s beautiful legs.
“I can’t really see properly. Pull your dress higher.” As Rachel’s knickers came in to view Miss West asked for more. “A little more Rachel. Keep going.”
She was now stood blindfolded with her dress pulled up to her waist. She knew she was showing her underwear, but she knew that was the only way Miss West could see what she was doing. She lied to herself.
Miss West took time to admire Rachel’s form. She looked so sexy. She was slim and toned and her knickers were tight to her body.
Miss West zipped the boots to just below Rachel’s knees.
“Nearly there Rachel. These look fantastic on you! I just need you to hold the top of the boots together so I can zip them right to the top. Oh, you can’t, you don’t have any free hands! Why don’t you take your dress off then you won’t need to hold it up then you’ll have free hands to help me!” Miss West explained, giving Rachel an excuse to undress herself.
“Oh, OK Miss West. That makes sense!” Rachel went along with the excuse. She reached up above her head still grasping the dress. Her body came into Miss West’s view for the first time. She was wearing matching bra and knickers. They were white cotton with little pink spots on them. She looked so young with her slim body and cute underwear. Rachel was so aroused now that her nipples stood high and hard on her pert breasts. What little hair she had on her body stood on end atop of her goose bumps. She now understood a little of what Wendy must have felt like being paraded around the shop naked!
She dropped the dress on the floor to her side. Miss West zipped up the boots with very little assistance from Rachel.
“Oh my! Oh my little Rachel you look delightful!”
Rachel smiled with nervous excitement at being praised by another woman in this way.
“Can I look at myself Miss West, please?”
“No.” Was the only reply she got.
This knocked Rachel back a little. She thought that was the plan! Why couldn’t she look at herself?!
“I think those boots would look even better if you were completely naked Rachel!” Mrs West informed her. “Why don’t you take off your knickers and bra?”
Rachel lowered her head as if to look to the floor. She knew she was blushing. “Erm, no, I don’t want to take my underwear off Miss West.” She said shyly.
“Well, if you are sure. Why don’t you get dressed and leave then?”
“Oh! Er I don’t know?”
“Well it’s easy Rachel. Stay and take off your underwear or get dressed and go! Which is it to be? I just want to see what those boots look like on you without the underwear! That’s all!”
Rachel knew she wanted to stay she just didn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Oh I really don’t know what I want to do! Maybe I should leave.”
Rachel hoped Miss West would not agree!
“Why don’t I make the decision easier for you Rachel? If I tie your hands behind your back then you will have to let me decide. Maybe I will dress you or maybe I will undress you! What do you think darling?”
“OK Miss West, anything for you! It’s your house after all.” Rachel felt a rush of excitement inside. She knew now she was to be stripped and made to be stood naked in front of another woman. She felt so exhilarated.
Rachel felt her seducer stood close behind her.
“In fact Rachel I will need to take your bra off before I tie your hands or I won’t be able to take it off. If you don’t mind I’ll just take it off now!” Miss West began to unclasp the bra. Rachel made no objection and allowed Miss West to continue. As it left her breasts her nipples felt so hard. Rachel was so turned on. She was being undressed by another person for the first time. Her exposed body burned in anticipation. The bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. Miss West grabbed a wrist one at a time and placed them behind her narrow back. Rachel held them in place for them to be tied.
Miss West used a strip of silk to bind them together.
“You look so pretty stood there semi naked Rachel, all tied up and defenceless.” Miss West told her as she stood back and admired her young body.
Rachel stood motionless. Too scared to move or talk. She knew Miss West would be examining her naked skin. She clenched her fists in nervousness.
“I think I will take your knickers off now Rachel to make you completely naked. I will be able to see your vagina then.”
Rachel tried to smile politely but was too nervous. With slightly bent legs her left knee moved in front of her right in a futile effort to cover herself in preparedness for her revealing.
Miss West moved closer to her, admiring her pretty face as it showed how scared she was. As Miss West bent down at Rachel’s knees she put a hand on her tender right thigh. It was hot and sweaty.
“Rachel why are you so nervous!? Don’t you want me to see you completely naked!? Don’t you want me to be able do anything I want to your sexual organs?!”
These words sent Rachel’s head into a dilemma. She couldn’t find any words to reply. She wanted to say ‘No!’ She was so scared now. Her lips wouldn’t move. She sobbed instead. It was an uncontrolled emotion. This didn’t put Miss West off. She knew what young girls wanted deep down.
She slowly slipped her fingers into Rachel’s tight knickers. She didn’t go for the waist band. Instead she went up through the leg holes so her fingers went close to Rachel’s vagina. Rachel flinched as their skins touched and a wonderful feeling past through her body as Miss West’s fingers disappeared into her panties. She carefully pulled the fabric out, allowing air onto Rachel’s hot loins. She slowly began to pull them down revealing Rachel centimetre by centimetre.
As the thin knickers past her vagina Rachel exhaled for the first time in forty seconds. She had not been able to breathe. She had held her breathe and only concentrated her nerve endings. Each change in direction, each twinge of a hair each slight touch of skin on skin had sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. Her mind had guided her body to enjoy the tenderness which Miss West had demonstrated. Her vagina was moist. As Miss West looked up, she continued to guide the knickers down her legs, she could see a bead of juice glistening from Rachel’s labia. She smiled as she realised how turned on the young girl was. She knew she was ready for the taking. Rachel stepped out of her knickers and once again felt Miss West’s eyes as she studied her nakedness.
Rachel was breathing deeply now. Her chest was rising and lowering fast, her tummy was up and down as she tried to control it. She knew Miss West would see how nervous she was.
Miss West put an arm around Rachel’s waist and led her to the door at the far end of the room. If Rachel could have seen she would have seen a large bed in the centre of the room. There was only a bed. No wardrobes, cupboards or draws. The bed had white sheets and brass posts on each corner. Miss West stood Rachel next to the bed and stood back to admire. Her eyes roamed Rachel’s body. It was beautiful. Rachel knew she was been watched. She felt shy and scared. What was going to happen to her now? Could she cope with it? Would she want to run?!
Miss West moved closer and used her manicured nails to trace patterns on Rachel’s body and legs. This sent shivers all over Rachel’s body. Her legs nearly gave way several times and many whimpers left her lips as she melted from the inside.
As Miss West had anticipated the door bell rang. She knew it would be Wendy. Rachel jumped at the sound of the bell.
“Who’s that!” She inquired.
“I’m not telepathic.” You wait here while I answer it. “In fact I don’t want you peeping at those boots! Lay on the bed!” Miss West ordered, pushing Rachel backwards onto the soft sheets. Rachel screamed at being pushed. She was relived when her fall was broken by the bed. She hadn’t realised they were in a bedroom.
She shifted back on the bed and sat there feeling quite uncomfortable at the thought of being naked and exposed. The boots were the only thing hiding any of her as she lay on another woman’s bed!
These boots must make me look like a prostitute she thought to herself. She felt dirty.
“Lay back further. Lay on the bed properly!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Rachel heard Miss West’s steps as she left the room. She thought about removing the blindfold to see where she was. Before she had chance to act on her instincts Miss West returned. She had been back to the dressing room to get some restraints.
“Rachel. Don’t worry but just so you can’t remove your blindfold I need to tie your wrists to the bed posts. It’s no big deal.”
Rachel didn’t struggle as Miss West released her restraints to re position them, one to each post. She wanted to say no but her mouth and lust betrayed her. She would be left so defenceless. Miss West would be able to do anything to her!
Miss West left to answer the door and Rachel put up a fake struggle to her restraints, her body writhing and twisting on the bed.
***
Wendy was so excited to be allowed to Miss West’s house so soon after meeting her. What did she have installed for her?! Who would be there? How many women would be she forced to please? What degrading things would these women want to do to her?! She also knew there was a chance Rachel could be coming round to pick up her shoes! She had felt so attracted to Rachel after just knowing her for an hour or so in a cramped changing room!
Miss West welcomed her in to her house. Wendy was not disappointed. This was no social meeting. As soon as she got over the thresh hold she was told to strip. Miss West watched closely as Wendy peeled off her clothes. Wendy was now used to being naked in front of Miss West and it was more a pleasure than a chore. She kept eye contact with her boss as she stripped with a cheeky smile on her face.
“OK Wendy follow me. I have a surprise. One rule though! No talking until I say!”
Wendy nodded and followed Miss West. She was led to the dressing room and Miss West gestured to be very quiet. Wendy noticed the clothed on the floor and knew there would be a naked girl in the next room. Was she restrained? Ws she gagged or blind folded?! They both tip toed into the bedroom. Miss West noticed how excited Wendy looked when she saw who was tied to the bed.
Wendy’s groin warmed as she thought about what was install for her. She didn’t care if she was to give or receive. She wanted Rachel so badly.
“Hello!” Rachel whispered as she felt another person’s presence.
“It’s ok Rachel, it’s just me.” Miss West reassured her. She laid a hand on her thigh and ran it up towards her loins.
“Are you going to untie me now Miss West?”
“Is that what you want Rachel? If I do that you will have to make decisions again! I think it would be better if I tied your legs to the bed too. That way when I tell my friend here to lick your vagina you will have no choice!”
“What! Who! Who was at the door! You didn’t let them in did you! Miss West I want to go! I’m scared! I’m not a lesbian any more!”
Miss West and Wendy both smiled at Rachel’s silly outburst.
Rachel clenched her legs together in an attempt to hide her sex.
Both Miss West and Wendy were impressed that Rachel had a cleanly shaven vagina. Rachel had been that impressed by how cute Wendy’s looked that she had gone home after work and made hers look the same.
Rachel continued to squirm and wriggle on the bed to try cover herself and show her objection to being tied.
“Now, now Rachel stop wriggling!”
“Please Miss West cover me up! I don’t want you to see my pussy!”
“Oh come on Rachel. We both know why you came here today. Tell me you didn’t want this?!”
“I don’t know what I want! I didn’t expect to be tied up and stripped!”
“You know what you want!”
“What!?”
Miss West handed Wendy a silk tie and pointed to Rachel’s leg. Both of them took a booted ankle each and quickly wrapped the silk ties around them. Rachel struggled and kicked.
“Who’s there? Miss West who is it?!”
She began to panic and lash out with her feet. She was confused and scared. With the silk ties around her ankles her struggles were futile.
“Who is that! Miss West are you still there?!” She tried to find comfort in a lady she barley knew but in this situation she needed all the comfort she could get.
“Now, now Rachel don’t panic! You are safe. Nobody here will hurt you! You are right, there is somebody else here. The person is also naked so don’t feel so embarrassed!”
“Who is it? What are you going to do to me? Is it a man or a woman!?”
“You ask too many questions my dear. Just lay back and do what you feel is right.”
She now lay completely naked and bound spread eagled on the bed. Miss West and Wendy admired her beautiful body.
Miss West walked to Wendy and cupped her face in her hands. They kissed passionately for a full minute then Miss West whispered in Wendy’s ear. “Start slowly. Pretend she is your lover. Caress her skin. Get her so hot she wants you to crawl inside her!”
Wendy turned to the bed and took time to work out where to start!
Wendy slowly climbed onto the bed. She lowered herself, without touching Rachel, so she was laid by her side. She studied her body more. She could see Rachel’s chest still pounding. She carefully laid her fingers onto her tummy and began to stroke her caringly. The smoothness of Wendy’s touch felt so sweet to Rachel. Her body tingled from head to toe. Except for her private parts, Wendy explored every crease and curve of her body. She avoided Rachel’s nipples and vagina. After ten minutes of this foreplay Rachel was in heaven. As Wendy’s hand approached close to her secret spot she gyrated and thrust in the direction of her touch, almost begging for more. She let out whimpers of pleasure as Wendy touched her most sensitive parts. Neither girl attempted to speak. They were both too absorbed in the other. Rachel still didn’t know who was making her feel so horny; she just hoped it was somebody nice. From the tenderness she presumed it was a woman, she just hoped it was Wendy!
Seeing Rachel’s nipples so erect pulled Wendy in. She could tease no more. She sat up and straddled Rachel’s body. Her inner thighs touched the soft skin of Rachel’s body which felt so lovely. She had fantasised for a week about getting between Rachel’s legs but now she had her between her own! She had fantasised about it being her face, but her body would do for now. She lowered her lips, tongue and mouth to Rachel’s tender nipples. Taking them one at a time and rhythmically suckling then teasing them with her tongue.
Rachel’s whimpers slowly turned into moans and became louder and longer as her sexual torment continued.
Miss West was looking on as she perched at the end of the bed by Rachel’s feet. She had hitched her gown right up into a bundle at her lap. Her hand was on the bed high between her legs and she slowly gyrated herself against her wrist as the two young girls made love on her bed.
Wendy’s hand had lowered now and was inching towards Rachel’s vagina. Her finger tips circled the smooth skin around Rachel’s crease. Wendy could feel the heat and escaping juices from Rachel. She drew the juice out and smeared it into her inner thighs.
As Rachel’s breath became shorter Wendy gave in and began to tenderly run her fingers along her labia. They were wet with excitement.
Rachel held her breath again as she realised she had been touched for the first time. It felt so nice. She was warm all over. Her insides wanted to explode. She didn’t know if she wanted to pee or if it was supposed to feel like this.
Wendy worked her fingers into her slit. She felt so slippery and smooth. She worked up and down her lips as she continued to lick her nipples. She let her finger explore the outside of Rachel’s hole and as she dabbed at it it made a slopping sound. The pressure on her clenched vaginal muscle felt incredible. Wendy was pushing in against the strength of her contracting muscle. As it slipped in, her vagina assisted by sucking and pulling on it. This felt amazing to Wendy too as she aroused such a beautiful virgin.
Miss West still looked on, gyrating on her own sex. The trim of her gown now damp as it rubbed against her vagina and clitoris.
Rachel soon approached orgasm. Wendy felt her building. She worked her clit with nimble fingers and occasionally delved back into her crease for lubrication.
As Rachel reached the brink of her delight she stopped breathing again. She thrust her hips into Wendy’s fingers. She wanted it faster.
Wendy, having been dominated by Miss West so many times, now turned the dominator. She withdrew her fingers from Rachel’s vagina before she was allowed to climax. Rachel’s thrust continued as she almost came without being touched. Wendy looked down on her as her writhes faded. She lowered her face so she could kiss Rachel. The touch shocked Rachel and she flinched and pulled her head to the side. Wendy guided it back to hers with a delicate hand. Their lips eventually locked and both girls breathed out onto the others face as they tingled in delight as they kissed again. It was such a loving kiss and Rachel immediately recognised it as Wendy’s soft lips.
They kissed passionately for several minutes. Occasionally breaking for breathe. Their lips and tongues wrestled with each others and their saliva went from one mouth to another.
Wendy eventually broke the kiss and studied Rachel’s soft mouth.
“Wendy! Is that really you?!” Rachel whispered in hope.
Wendy looked to Miss West for instruction. Miss West gave a smile and a nod. Wendy paused momentarily as she realised Miss West was in a desperate height of pleasure.
“Yes Rachel, it’s me! Wendy.” Wendy replied quietly to Rachel. Rachel whimpered in pleasure as she heard Wendy’s voice again. She reached up for another kiss. Wendy pulled away to deny her of her desire as she had denied her of her orgasm.
Instead she raised herself up a little and pulled herself further up the bed. She wriggled so she was comfortable and lowered herself onto Rachel’s chest. She was now sat on Rachel’s chest with her legs spread either side of her neck, her vagina just two inches from her mouth. As Rachel continued to breathe heavily she inhaled the scent from Wendy’s vagina. She recognised it immediately. It was warm and musky. She had never smelt anything like it before. Although it wasn’t a scent she would be drawn to normally she found herself lusting after it with a basic instinct. She was scared but she wanted to taste Wendy so much. She pushed her head forward to reach it. As she did Wendy raised herself a little to tease her. Rachel was so hot now. She had been on the brink of orgasm in such extraordinary circumstances and now she would do anything. She wanted Wendy. She wanted to please her and she wanted to be pleased by her.
Wendy carefully raised herself up and lowered her vagina onto Rachel’s face. The warm wet crease far into her legs oozed it’s honey onto Rachel’s lips. Wendy was hot too. She was in complete desire for this young girl. She allowed Rachel to lick her slit and probe her hole with her tongue.
Rachel was surprised how good Wendy’s vagina tasted. It tasted different to how she expected it would. She couldn’t get enough. She pushed her tongue in as deep as she could. She wished she had a cock so she could get deeper inside her beautiful new friend.
Wendy continued to make love to Rachel’s face. She writhed back and forth and round in circles and up and down on the end of Rachel’s tongue. Rachel was frantic in her efforts to please Wendy.
Several minutes of absolute pleasure past and Wendy began to reach peak. She looked back over her shoulder to look at Miss West. Miss West was biting her bottom lip to stop herself from ejaculating.
“Miss West! Please….please may I cum?” Wendy struggled with her words through her desperate panting.
“Yes Wendy. Cum on Rachel’s face. Make her drink it!” Miss West replied in a high toned voice as she continued to grind as her fantasy played out in front of her.
“Ooough! Ooough! Fuck me! Ooouh!” Wendy let out several groans as her vagina clenched for the final time and eventually released itself onto Rachel’s face.
“Mmmh! Mmmh!” Rachel too let out an outburst of delight as she realised she had made Wendy cum hard on her face. She tongued her hole and lapped at the escaping juice. She swallowed as the flow of sex continued into her mouth. Her tonguing became softer as Wendy slowly began to move away. Rachel was gentle, she wanted her to stay as long as possible.
Wendy eventually stood up above Rachel. Rachel wished she could see her.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West was now touching herself with her hand. Frantically rubbing her clit.
Not forgetting her duty Wendy climbed from the bed and positioned herself between her bosses legs ready to please her in any anyway she could.
Miss West nodded and pulled her hand away and leaned back a little, allowing room for Wendy to finish her off.
It took seconds for Miss West to cum. Rachel heard her moans. She couldn’t believe she was in the middle of a sex triangle! She had just given oral sex to a girl who was now performing it on another woman! She felt so dirty. How did she get into this?!
Miss West stood up and walked out of the bedroom after Wendy had finished pleasuring her.
Wendy was still horny and new she was alone with a restrained girl. Now she could treat her as she had been treated by so many other women!
She stood on the bed again. Turned around and lowered herself, bum first onto Rachel’s face. Rachel could barely breathe. It took her a moment to decide it was the same taste as before. She guessed right it was Wendy and not Miss West.
With her pussy over her mouth and her arse hole over her nose Wendy grinded herself hard into Rachel. Rachel sucked air through the corner of her mouth to give her enough breathe to wiggle her tongue inside Wendy’s vagina. It was difficult but she was so desperate to please Wendy. The musty taste from the mix of sexual fluids and sweat worked Rachel into a frenzy again. She puffed hard and shoved her nose as deep as she could into Wendy’s tight sphincter.
Just as Miss West returned to the room Wendy came again. She gyrated back and forth allowing Rachel to lick her clean, from the top of her vagina, across her bum hole and up between her ass cheeks. She repeated the move several times. The feeling was immense and she screamed in pleasure. Rachel wanted to lick and lick and swallow every bead of sweat and cum.
Wendy looked at Miss West fearing she may be reprimanded for cuming without her say so. Instead she got a smile and a quick; “You too girls having fun?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Yes Miss West.”
Miss West smiled at the sweet reply from her two girls.
From behind her Miss West produced another silk tie. She approached the bed and instructed Wendy down so she too could be blindfolded. Wendy acted accordingly. She was left naked by the side of the bed while Miss West untied the restraints on Rachel’s ankles. Rachel was relieved to regain some movement. She was still so horny.
Next Miss West untied her wrists and helped her to her feet. She then proceeded to remove the boots from Rachel which were becoming hot and uncomfortable.
She then walked Rachel to Wendy and stood them next to each other. They both stood naked and blindfolded. Rachel, feeling Wendy’s presence, reached for her hand and they held each other tightly.
After a couple of minutes stood waiting Miss West took Rachel and instructed her to kneel on the floor. She then took Wendy and laid her width ways across the bed with her genitals near the edge. She then turned to Rachel again and stood in front of her. She reached around behind her and slowly removed her blindfold.
Rachel let out a gasp as she saw what was before her! Miss West threw down the blindfold and looked at Rachel to gesture to be quiet.
This was the first time Rachel had been able to look into Miss West’s eyes since she had been stripped naked. It was an embarrassing moment for her. It was easy when she could not see Miss West looking back at her. The difficultness turned into a heart pumping lust for more sex! Now Rachel could see all three of them naked! Three naked females making love! The thought made her wetter. Miss West’s body was beautiful she thought to herself.
Rachel looked again at what had made her gasp! Miss West was wearing a huge strap on cock! Rachel had never seen a real cock or a rubber one! It was about 7 inches, but to this cock virgin it looked big!
Silently Miss West offered it to Rachel’s mouth. The inexperience showed as Rachel’s struggled with the intrusion as it entered her mouth. She ran her tongue along it and gently sucked the tip. Miss West took Rachel’s head and held it still. She then slowly guided the cock in and out of her mouth. It pushed back on her tongue and at times Rachel felt like she might gag. After a couple of minutes Miss West withdrew it and turned to Wendy.
She took her by her ankles and lifted them. She opened her legs and guided the tip towards her opening.
As she slowly pushed in Wendy could feel the cold wet cock opening her up. She gasped and bit her tongue softly. She knew what it was but wondered who was to fuck her.
“Do you want me to fuck you Wendy?”
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy replied as she realised it was Miss West.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock!?”
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!”
“Your friend is watching Wendy. Rachel is on her knees watching as I’m about to fuck you with my cock!”
With that Miss West allowed the cock to sink into Wendy’s vagina.
“Ohhh Yes! Ohhh fuck me Miss West!”
Miss West began to thrust. She guided it in skilfully, pushing to the hilt. As she fucked her young girl she turned to Rachel.
“Watch how I fuck Wendy Rachel! You are next!”
Rachel gasped in anticipation. She wasn’t sure her young vagina could take such a large thing.
Miss West continued. Wendy soon became used to the obtrusion in her pussy and her juices began to lubricate the cock making it even more pleasurable.
Rachel watched as Wendy began to pant. Her hips raised off the bed and her head rolled back accentuating her neck and shoulder. Beads of sweat appeared on her chest and ran down her breasts and tummy. Miss West’s thrust became deeper and harder and eventually Wendy’s wilt buckled and she came hard, her pussy grasping at the cock inside her.
Miss West pulled out immediately, leaving Wendy to writhe in her pleasure. She turned and offered the cock to Rachel’s mouth again. Rachel was only too pleased to taste Wendy again and cleaned every drop.
“Get on the bed! Put your ass in the air!” Miss West barked at Rachel.
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!” Rachel jumped on the bed next to Wendy. At last her turn for some attention!
“Wendy off the bed! Get on your knees behind me! Thank me for making you cum!”
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you! Thank you for making me cum!”
“I don’t want to hear you! Thank me!”
Wendy understood and moved herself closer so she could eat Miss West.
Miss West took hold of Rachel’s young Waist. She pushed the glistening cock to Rachel’s vagina. She slid it in to a loud moan from Rachel.
Miss West fucked her from behind as Wendy ate her pussy and ass. Wendy dipped from one hole to another and Miss West continued to thrust. As Miss West got more turned on her own juices ran. Her pussy juices mixed with juice from her arse and Wendy lapped at it all. Wendy was so pleased to be tasting Miss West again. She treated her like an idle. She wanted to do everything and anything for her. Rachel was still learning her submissive role, but now, on all fours on Miss West’s bed she felt so exposed with her arse in the air and Miss West having a full view of it all. Miss West put her left hand on Rachel’s waist and grabbed her ass cheek with her right. She squeezed it and pushed and pulled, opening Rachel’s tight anus. She allowed her thumb to move to the opening of her ass. As she squeezed her hand her thumb pressured Rachel’s little hole. Gradually her thumb started to push open her sphincter and the tip entered Rachel’s tightest hole. The pleasure from the strap on thrapping at her pussy almost disguised her ass being intruded, until finally Miss West pushed her thumb right in. Rachel let out a high pitched scream. Miss West’s thrusts didn’t falter as she continued her barrage on Rachel’s two holes. Her screams soon turned to moans of pleasure as her ass relaxed to accept its fate. The attention was too much for Rachel and the orgasm which Wendy had nearly given her earlier returned to full force. Her little ass tightened on Miss West’s thumb and her vagina pulled the cock in deeper with its contractions. Rachel’s body went limp and she flopped to the bed. Now lying on her tummy Miss West climbed on top of her as she continued to fuck her from behind. Wendy stood up and bent over the bed to continue licking her Mistresses ass.
Miss West put her mouth to Rachel’s ear.
“Do you like been fucked Rachel? Do you liked been fucked from behind by a woman? You are my little slut! You are mine now! You will do as I say, when I say and to who I say! Is that right slut?” Miss West pulled on Rachel’s hair as she spoke.
“Yes Miss West. I love it. Don’t stop! I am yours now! Do with me what you want!” Rachel spoke between deep breaths. She had sweat on her brow as she reached the last throws of passion.
“Ooough! Ooough! Ooogh I’m cuming!” Rachel screamed at the top of her voice. The sound was superb. Wendy was so turned on by Rachel’s raw sounds. She licked faster. She licked Miss West’s ass as she shoved a finger into her pussy and fucked her.
Miss West had never had two such enthusiastic girls in her bed! She too reached the heights of passion and came hard under the obedience of Wendy’s mouth and fingers. Rachel’ body tightened one last time before it rose off the bed and sank back down uncontrollable as she came to the thrusts of Miss West.
The three women crawled onto the bed and lay panting for several minutes. Miss West removed Wendy’s blindfold. They were all sweaty and their pussy’s raw with sex. Their juices glistened on their thighs and filled the room with an unmistakeable musk.
Miss West was the first to move.
She stood up and looked back down at the girls. “I have a busy afternoon. I will be around the house but will not require your services till later. You two will come and bathe me then you will spend the rest of the day in my house and gardens. You will act like lovers. You will shower together. You will make sandwiches for each other. There are dvds to watch in the living room. You may watch them curled up on the sofa together. You will remain naked or in your underwear if you wish. You must kiss and cuddle regularly. I expect you to make love before dinner too. Give me your wrists.”
The two girls held out their arms obediently. They both wanted to thank Miss West’s for her last instructions but decided to remain silent. Miss West produced a set of handcuffs. She snapped one link over Wendy’s left wrist and one over Rachel’s right. The two cuffs were joined by a metal chain about four feet long.
“You will also need to pee in front of each other as you will be left chained until I say differently. Is all that clear and fair?!”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Yes Miss West” Both girls responded in sweet soft voices.
Rachel and Wendy followed Miss West to her bathroom to bathe her.

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The Adventures of Wicked Tim, part 1.

It was another day at work, which meant stealing glances at the new Hispanic girl, Kim.
Suddenly her eyes caught mine. I looked quickly to my monitor, cursing myself for staring so much. Last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable and report me or worse yet, quit.
I looked back at her as she turned around. Kim was short. She was probably around five foot two, and had a curvy one hundred and twenty pounds body that was nothing short of perfect. Absolutely sexy smile, in fact I believe Kim looked a lot like Gina Gershon when she smiled. Her breasts were average, and her hips exploded out to meet her hot curvy ass.
She was only twenty-one, thirteen years my junior. Hell, I liked younger women. Especially hot ass ones like her. Since I turned twenty-five, I’ve always been the classic dirty old man. I always stole glances at hot young women who paraded around my office. But it did not stop with the young, I liked all women. I had been with older women, and loved the pleasure they provided me as well. But as of now, my thoughts were centered on Kim.
It was a dead issue, really. My office was a meat market of young men, all which could give her some terrible, inexperienced sex. Hell, she would probably think their skills were amazing. After a few hours with her, I would have her curled up in the corner, mumbling incoherently. I’ve been there and done that, and have a certain skill set when it comes to sex that usually makes the women come back and want more. Once I had her, it would be all she wrote.
I once again snapped back to reality. What would a young, sexy woman like her see in an old man like me? I looked back at my spreadsheet and continued pecking away at the keyboard. “Data entry, my favorite part of the job,” I thought. Creating and filling in copious amounts of spreadsheets to keep the bosses happy. The only thing that kept me going lately was Kim’s sexy body swaying around the shop.
I headed home that night, thinking about numerous ways I could get her to see the type of person I was. Nothing I could come up with sounded like it would actually work, and some of the ideas I had would probably have landed me in jail.
As I walked in the house, I was greeted by my sister Nicole, who was sexily under-dressed. She was wearing a small pair of shorts, and a loose tank top that left very little to the imagination of her nice round tits. I immediately felt my cock twitch as she turned around and went back into the living room. I watched her ass as she walked away, as it slightly protruded from the bottom of the shorts, and then continued upstairs into my room. Nicole was a beautiful woman. Nicole is five foot six, one hundred and thirty pounds, with her brown hair dyed auburn. Possibly model material, I am not ashamed to say I have had some excellent thoughts about being with my own hot sister. But that was incest, and I was not willing to go there.
I flew out of my working outfit and stretched out naked on my bed, rubbing my cock and thinking about Kim. I instantly was rock hard, all the pent up desire in my body reflecting in my blood-gorged cock. I imagined her perfect mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down, her small hands milking my shaft, trying to get the cum out. Then I imagined her swinging her legs around over my head and nestling her bald pussy onto my mouth. That was enough to cause me to shoot ropes of semen over my stomach, with some even landing high on my chest.
I took my hand and scooped my cum into my mouth, something I always enjoyed when I was turned on. And I was really turned on. It tasted so good, so salty, I continued to find semen and place it in my mouth.
“Oh, my god!” Nicole was suddenly standing there in the doorway.
“Get out!” I thought I closed the door.
My my sister shot out the door. “Now I know why you don’t have a girlfriend,” she said from the hallway, “you’re gay!”
I quickly walked over and closed the door. I rested my arms on the door and put my forehead in my arms, “No, I’m not gay. Go away.” Shit, how do you explain that you are bisexual to your own sister?
“I saw that, and I am pretty sure straight men do not do that, Tim”
“And how would you know? Your barely 23,” then a thought crossed my mind,” Tell me you never tasted your pussy.”
“That’s different,” she said.
I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. “Oh, yeah? How?” I asked as she looked at my naked body.
“Go put some clothes on you faggot!” She yelled as she looked down at my still erect boner. “Why are you still hard?” she asked as she realized my member had not subsided.
I had to say something to get her to stop thinking I was gay, “Because I’m sitting here naked in front of a sexy woman! See, not gay!”
“You’re sick, then.”
“Then I am,” I grabbed my shaft and gave it a few strokes.
“Ewww,” Nicole turned and walked away. “Go do that in your room.”
Instead of going to my room, I went into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower. Under the hot water, I thought about how I was good enough to let my sister stay with me after her divorce. She never had a boyfriend since, and she was just going to continue to live with me because I did not charge her rent.
I suddenly thought I should not have stroked my cock in front of her in the hallway. I did not want things to be weird between us. After my shower, I wrapped up in a towel and went down to apologize to my sister.
I walked down the stairs and went to my sister’s room. He door was closed and as I approached it I heard something I did not expect to hear. I heard her crying. Did I hurt her feelings? I quickly opened the door,
“Hey sis…”
“OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”
The next thing I saw will be plastered into my mind until the day I die. My sister, on her back with her head on her pillow, stark naked and thrusting a pink vibrator into her shaved snatch. I instantly froze up and continued to survey the situation.
She took the pink machine and hurled it at me, missing by a wide margin and shattering her dresser mirror. The sound of the glass shattering woke me from my trance and I bolted out of the room, unable to close the door because I had dropped my towel in the doorway on the way out. Still I tried to close the door, as if the towel was going to cut in half.
“Get the fuck out you freak!” Nicole came at me off the bed and suddenly she screamed in pain, “ARGGHH!! Fuck!” She fell to the ground.
I was still trying to close the door when I realized my sister had stepped in a piece of broken mirror, cutting her foot wide open. I quickly ran in the room, careful not to step on any large pieces of glass. I picked her up and took her out to the couch, her grimacing in pain.
I ran and grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink, and ran back to her on the couch. She tried to cover herself with her hands, because there was nothing nearby to cover herself with. The couch pillows were sown into the couch, and the nearest blanket was back in her room through the broken glass.
I quickly cleaned out the wound and wrapped it up in a bandage, all the while stealing glances at my sister’s breasts and naked legs. She was still in a lot of pain at this point, so I got up on the couch and held her in my arms. To my surprise she held me back, crying until she was too tired to cry. Her head was on my chest inside of my arm, and she looked as if she was looking down straight at my soft pecker. Once I realized that she could be looking, I felt the blood start to flow again.
“Doesn’t that thing ever calm down?” She whimpered, with a slight attempt at a giggle.
Amused that she was in fact looking at my growing member, I replied, “Yeah, it’s pretty sensitive.”
That is when my sister took her hand and pushed my dick down and laid her hand flat over me, holding me down. The sensation of her touching me made me jump.
“Calm down, I don’t want that thing poking me in the eye… shit… ow… that hurts so bad… do you think I need stitches?”
“No, I’m pretty sure you don’t.” We will check it soon. If it is still bleeding then I’ll run you to the E. R.”
I slid her over, got up, went up to my room and put on some pants, socks, and shoes, grabbed a blanket for Nicole. I covered her and went to clean up the broken mirror.
“Seven years bad luck, you know!” I shouted across the house.
“Ha. Ha. Shut up!”
I walked back into the living room after cleaning the mess, and Nicole was now watching TV, still naked under the blanket.
“I think it’s broke,” I held up her vibrator.
“I need a new one anyway,” Nicole said candidly, “I need to get one that feels more like a man.”
I was shocked by how forthcoming she was, “Okay, I’ll toss this out then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry, I did not mean to walk in on you, I thought you were crying.”
“I was about to cum.”
I felt my cock twitch in my pants. “Well, I am sorry.”
“You should be… you know that… well…, “she paused, “you were the one who got me all hot in the first place.”
I asked, “Is that right?” My cock was not thumping, no longer twitching. In short moments, my hard on was visible in my pants.
“Does it make you horny that I was masturbating thinking about you brother?” She pulled the blanket off exposing her naked body. I could see her far better than when in she was fucking herself in the bedroom. Her pussy was clean and smooth and parted slightly open with small lips folded outward. Her hole was wet and small.
My whole world started to shift… was I in a dream or was my hot sister wanting me? “Yes. Very.”
“Well, I still have not cum yet… could you help me?”
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My First Times…

I had been talking to Gary for well over two years. Our relationship had begun online. He saw a response I had made in a chat room and messaged me. He didn’t seem interesting at first, but the more we chat the more I liked him. I’m cautious by nature so he didn’t get my real name for over six months, and even then only my first name. At nine months I gave him my cell phone number and we started talking on the phone. Ten months found us having phone sex on a regular basis, which occurred mainly on the weekends when I went home from school. The rest of the week I stayed on campus and had little privacy.
Right from the start Gary had told me about some of the things he was interested in. I’ll never forget it. The kinkiest things he told me he was into were gangbangs and bestiality. I didn’t immediately freak out, but I have to tell you that for a long time all I could think about was how sick Gary had to be to even think of something like that. Every time we had a small argument I would bring that up and how much it disgusted me and how sick I thought he was. I knew it hurt him every time I said that. When we were having phone sex I couldn’t help but think he was picturing me a dog fucking me or a bunch of guys using me. It was difficult to get through those thoughts sometimes.
I was 19-years-old when I started talking to Gary. I soon found out he was 33-years-old, white, divorced, a single parent, had a criminal history and had been in relationships with some interesting women in the past. Now, I’m black – dark brown actually – 5’3, 125lbs and have a very nice shape – 38-30-34. Up to this point I had never even imagined myself being with a white guy, let alone and older white guy who had two children and a criminal record. But as we talked on the phone his personality had won me over. It was obvious he was not the person he was when he had acquired his criminal record. His love for his children made me very aware of his affectionate side. He had sole custody of his second child and I could see why the courts had awarded him that responsibility.
Gary was consistent with me over time. He was there when I needed him to be, all hours of the day, whether it was during the day while he was at work or late at night and causing him to lose sleep before work the next day. He helped me with my homework, advised me about my diet and health, and comforted me when I was worried or depressed. Gary gave me what I need as a woman – respect, time and understanding. But it took a lot for me to learn to trust him enough to let him see me.
As a young black woman I had been raised to fear white men – especially older white men. The news was fraught with stories of white men meeting girls they met online and then sexually assaulting them, even killing them in some instances. I was taught that a white man who wanted to be with a black woman was only perverted and that our relationship would never work because there would always be the mentality of the white slave master raping the black female slave looming between us. When my family found out about him they put a lot of pressure on me to stop talking to him. But I have my own mind – always have – and had made good enough decisions in my life to remain drug-free, abuse free, and child-free. In fact, I was still a virgin.
That’s right. I was still a virgin when Gary and I finally met. We knew what each other looked like from photos taken on our camera phones. I had even seen his penis once, just before we had phone sex. I felt so skittish asking him to do that. He said he was at least 7-inches and I wanted to see what it looked like. I even had him put a measuring tape next to it so I knew it was his and how long it really was. It measured 7-and-a-half-inches in the picture he sent. I later found out that he wasn’t even entirely hard and that at full length he was a little over 9-inches and was almost as wide around as my wrist. When we had phone sex I could imagine his cock being inside me. From talking with my cousin I found out that his cock was actually pretty big for a white guy.
We lived in different states, and even though we had been talking for over a year it still took a while before I trusted Gary. It wasn’t until the fifth time we met that I actually let him touch me. We held hands of course, but I mean the kind of touching that makes your blood boil and your body cry out. He had leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head. Undeterred, he leaned in and kissed me on the neck. I had never been kissed there before, and my body melted under his lips. I closed my eyes and unconsciously moaned, leaning back to let him do more, but he pulled back and waited for me to turn around to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed me on my lips before I could open my eyes fully. It took me a minute of breathing hard and sucking on his lips before I realized his hand was on my breast. My nipples were hard under his touch and all my senses seemed to heighten as my body went into overdrive. And then he stopped.
Gary stepped back and looked at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and how fast I had succumbed to him. But he didn’t take advantage of me. He took me by the hand and we walked for a bit without saying anything to each other. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Gary could have had me right then and there if he had wanted. Didn’t he want me? Did I do something wrong? Everything had felt so right. What made him stop? Did I unconsciously say or do something that offended him? All these things were racing through my mind when he finally stopped and turned to me. He said, “I want you so much right now. This went a little fast just now and I want to take my time with you. You’re everything I could want in a woman. Don’t forget that.” I smiled and felt my body relax. I was nervous and worried for no reason.
The next time we met I was determined to have Gary. I now knew what it felt like to be touched by him, to be wanted so thoroughly. And I wanted him too. My whole body was screaming out to have him. And when we met the next time I made sure he knew it. I arranged everything – dinner, the movie, the room at the Embassy Suites. It was going to be my night and it was going to be my way. He only knew of my plans for the dinner and movie, so when I told him we had one more place to go he was a little surprised. Gary followed my directions as he drove us to our destination. When he saw where we were going he looked like he was getting a little nervous. I put my hand on his leg and looked at him and said, “This is what I want.” From then on it was magic. Gary relaxed and we headed to the room.
I already had the key so I let us in. I led him in slowly, even though I wanted him to tear my clothes off right then and there, drag me to the bed and take me. Gary held my hand and led me through the suite to the bedroom after I closed the door behind us. Our clothes were off before I knew it. His lips were on mine and our bodies pressed together and I was overtaken with heat. I could feel his cock pressing against me between our bodies. God but it felt bigger than I thought it was. I was startled for a moment, but then gave in to Gary’s hands and lips as they caressed my body. I was hot and wet and wanted him. I pushed off him long enough to get up on the bed and invite him on top of me. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and caressing my body from my navel up as he moved toward me. As he lay on top of me I spread my legs and he moved between them. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance as he kissed my neck and fondled my breasts. My back arched involuntarily and I gasped.
The head of his cock moved inside me and I gasped for air. Then, as I inhaled deeply again, adjusting to what he had in me, he pushed up and took my virginity. I felt a sharp, sudden pain, but as he pulled back I felt my body longing for him to push back in. As if reading my mind he obliged, stuffing me full of his cock once more. Still a little pain, but his rhythm drove all thoughts of it from my head as his cock found the pleasure spots inside me. I moaned and writhed under his strength as he plunged into me again and again. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. My legs spread wider and I lifted my knees up, inviting him deeper. Without hesitation he finally pushed his whole cock in me. I grabbed the comforter with all my might and felt as if all the breath was pushed from my body. It felt like he was in my belly, just underneath my belly button inside me. Gary’s balls slapped against my ass now as he moved in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out and shoving all the way back in. His width stretched me out more than I thought possible and pushed against all the right spots inside me. I tried to push back against him, but every time I did he hit so deep inside me that I couldn’t move. Then he leaned forward on me and held himself all the way inside me. He kissed my neck, ear, cheek, lips. He began to grind on me slowly, methodically. His hand under my head pulled me up to him.
Then all I could feel was him pushing in me – in, in, in. He didn’t pull back or pull out, just slowly grinded on me. And my body reacted unexpectedly. I went limp all at once and was in utter ecstasy. Only a few seconds later my whole body began to tighten up and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I grabbed his back and my fingers dug into him. My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels encouraging him to continue. Until finally we were there together. As I came I could feel every inch of his cock inside me seem to swell and harden. His head throbbed deep inside me. My love muscles grabbed his cock and milked him as he began shooting wave after wave of cum inside me. That sent me over the edge and I screamed while an intense orgasm flooded my body, drowning me in an intensity I had never experienced. We laid there naked for a few minutes, and then he rolled off me and held me. When he let me go I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed and Gary’s arms.
That weekend we alternated making love and simply fucking about ten times. It was unbelievable. My friends at school had often complained that their boyfriends didn’t last long enough or they wished they could get it up again faster and keep going. I had none of those problems with Gary and felt lucky to have someone that could give me what they all could only hope for with their men. Not only did I get the frequency and longevity that was the envy of my friends, but I also knew now how great a large cock could really feel. At that moment I could not imagine being satisfied with a penis any smaller than what Gary had. It seemed to fit my body perfectly.
For the next year our sex life was great. We had phone sex during the week while I was at school, and he would fly out to meet me on the weekends. We stayed at different places all over the city to keep things interesting and new. Gary never left without thoroughly satisfying me. I was addicted to him before we ever started having sex, but with the introduction of intercourse to our relationship I was now also addicted to his sex. I like control – I’m somewhat of a control freak – and Gary knew just how to take that control from me during sex, but at the same time leave me enough to feel like I still had it.
I talked to Gary from time to time about the fantasies he had mentioned when we first started chatting. They still bothered me a bit and I needed reassurance sometimes. Why would he want to share the person he loved with other men? How could he even think about watching a dog have sex with her? He didn’t want those things with me did he? I needed him to tell me he didn’t. I was his, and I was addicted to him, but I could not imagine doing those things with him. I loved him, he loved me. Nothing we did needed to involve other parties.
I frequently discussed my feelings about my exes with Gary. I knew it upset him sometimes, but I needed that. The jealousy he could demonstrate let me know he really cared about me. It wasn’t an insane jealousy, rather one that simmered and brewed until I turned the heat off. That was perfect for me and gave me the reassurance I needed. Gary knew I was attracted to all of my exes but knew I was not going to ever be with them. I was with him and that was enough for me. All my exes lived in my hometown, clear across the country from where I was now going to school. There was an occasional call from or to them to just say hi and see how things were going, but nothing more than that was about to materialize with any of them.
Christmas break seemed to arrive so soon this year. My relationship with Gary was great and I was doing well in all of my classes. There wasn’t really much to worry about and that made time pass so quickly. As per my yearly Christmas break routine, I had gotten my ticket to go home and made arrangements to stay with family. I had kept Gary my secret from my family for a long time, but I was beginning to wonder how they would react if I brought him home with me. For the most part I was sure it wasn’t going to be good. My family already had a stigma against white people, but the fact that he was older and had children made him that much worse in their eyes. I would catch a lot of flak from everyone if they ever knew how serious I was with Gary or if I brought him around. I wanted him there with me, but my family knew I stayed with them every year and if I had Gary come he was probably going to have to stay in a hotel and keep a low profile. When I proposed the idea to him he was hesitant at first and resisted being ‘hidden’ from everyone, but he understood how important my family is to me and eventually relented.
The first few days of Christmas break were rather uneventful. Gary was staying in his hotel room and visiting the sites of the city while I was with my family. Everyone was happy to see me and I reciprocated the sentiment. I found an hour or two every day to visit Gary and promised I would see him more as everyone got more used to having me around, at which time they wouldn’t miss me as much when I went out. He was okay with that, but I could see the frustration on his face and in his body language. I felt bad for dragging him along and then not giving him the attention he deserved. I was really going to have to make it up to him.
A week into my stay all my exes had found a way to contact me and knew I was in town. I told Gary about them each time I visited, along with the rest of the day’s activities – the goings-on of my family and the Christmas break adventure thus far. Again, every time they were mentioned I could see the jealous frustration on his face. It made me feel good to see that in him and know that, each time, I could say or do just the right thing to diffuse it.
One evening, when I was visiting Gary, I brought up the fact that I had talked to Shane, one of my exes. I was in the middle of telling Gary how the conversation went when he interrupted me and told me that someone had called his room earlier that day purporting to be one of my exes and told him that he had better stay away from me. In fact, Gary was told that he should just go ahead and leave town now before he got hurt. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to take in what he had said and searching my conversations over the last few days for any clues as to who would have done such a thing. Gary knew the impact what he said had on me. He did it intentionally. As I looked at him I could see the frustration on his face of having to ‘hide’ from everyone and then being threatened by someone who didn’t even know him. While I was struggling for words to soothe and reassure him, Gary mentioned that he had gotten calls from two other guys later on that day with basically the same message – get out or get hurt. Now I was getting mad. Either Gary was lying – and I had no reason to believe he was – or someone had found out where he was staying, gave out his information to some people who either were or were not my exes, and now several of those people, who I probably knew, were threatening him.
For the next couple hours, neither of us really had anything to say to each other. I lay on the bed with Gary and he held me. My mind was racing, trying to solve this seeming riddle that was becoming more and more of an embarrassment. How could I know people that would do this? Our friends reflect the kind of person we are, and right now my past choices in friends weren’t making me look too good. Gary wouldn’t directly say he was mad at me, but I could tell from the way he held his tongue that he wanted to say some things he knew we would probably have to be talking about later if he said them. This was all my fault, and I knew it. And I felt even worse to leave Gary later to go back to my family who I knew wouldn’t accept him.
The next day, as I knocked on Gary’s suite door, I could hear laughing from inside and wondered who he had invited over. He didn’t know anyone here that I knew of, but they sounded quite friendly in there. I was feeling a little better about how things were going when I put the key in the door, opened it and found my exes all in there with Gary laughing it up like they were the best of friends. The quizzical expression on my face must have been obvious because Gary quickly got up and came over to greet and kiss me, holding me tight. He took my hand, led me over to the sofa where he had been sitting and guided me next to him. He explained that the next time each had called he had invited them over to discuss the situation and now they were all getting along just fine. They had been sitting around talking, and drinking from the looks of the few bottles scattered around the suite. Shane, Derek and James were all looking as good as ever. And Gary, although the only white person in the room, didn’t seem as misfit around us all as I had thought he would. That was encouraging considering the events of the last several days.
After a few minutes, Gary took my hand and got up, leading me to the suite’s bedroom. The guys didn’t even seem to notice as we left them to their musings. Once the door was closed behind us, Gary began to kiss me and touch me, and I melted almost instantly. The tension of the last couple days had made me very aware of how much I missed him and needed to feel him. Before I knew it my clothes were on the floor and I was laying on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off, while Gary moved between them and began stuffing me with his wonderful cock. He lifted my legs up and moved in me until I was taking his whole length with each thrust. I moaned and wriggled, oblivious to everyone and everything. I needed this as much as Gary and I was only too happy to give it to him.
I was building closer and closer to orgasm when Gary pulled out of me and let go of my legs. I lay there, breathing hard with my eyes closed and my face turned on the bed, waiting for him to resume some sort of ministrations on my body. Instead, his hands lifted my legs again and his cock was once more inside me. I gasped at once as it thrust deep inside me, and where I expected it to reach its depth I felt it push further instead, then further still. I was startled briefly and opened my eyes to look at him when my eyes met Derek’s. His cock was a bit longer than Gary’s and he was smiling as I took it all, obviously having trouble breathing. I reached out on either side of me and grabbed onto the bed with all my might. His hands went to my waist and I held my legs up for him as he began to pound me with his cock. And as I leaned back to relax, finally getting used to the new depth, Derek let go of my legs and disembarked. I looked up just as Shane was moving up to me and I barely had time to react as he shoved his thick cock inside me.
My mind was a blur as, just before he entered me, I had seen Shane’s cock and could barely believe that thing was going to fit. He wasn’t as long as the others, but he made up for that in girth. Shane’s cock was almost as thick around as my wrist… well, maybe my forearm actually. And when that thing penetrated me I couldn’t help but scream as it stretched me further than I thought possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of being so full. Shane leaned over and grabbed my breasts as he pounded me again and again. All I could do was lay there and enjoy myself as all the strength was pushed from me with each thrust from these cocks. I couldn’t believe I was letting these guys take turns having their way with me. When Gary had mentioned something like this to me in the past all I could do was think how sick he was and how disgusting that would be. But my body was telling me a totally different story now.
James was next, and he came and lay on the bed next to me while Shane removed himself from me. His cock was about the same size as Gary’s and I was secretly glad to have a cock back inside me who’s size my body was fairly familiar with. I rolled over on top of James, straddling him, and guided him inside me. Then I leaned forward on my hands on either side of his body and began to ride him. His depth was more familiar and his hands held me the same way Gary did. It was much easier to get my breath again and just enjoy riding this wonderful cock than it was to be invaded by the others. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sensations sent through my body as my breasts swayed against his chest and the others explored my body with their hands, spanking my ass occasionally. And as James pulled my body down on his, entering me all the way, I felt hands on my hips and another cock was forced into my pussy from behind.
I clenched James’ shoulders and squinted my eyes shut as the cock slowly pushed its way past my entrance and made its way up inside me. When he was finally all the way in and just holding himself there, I looked back to see Gary smiling at me. I grinned slightly and that encouraged him to begin his work. James and Gary alternated thrusting in and out of me and the sensation was unbelievable! Quickly, more quickly than I was ready for, my whole body was beginning to tremble and tighten. And as the orgasm rolled through my body I heard the pants and moans, felt the dual cocks in me stiffen, then begin shooting load after load of cum deep inside me. Being held so firmly by two men while they came was an experience I will never forget – it was amazing. The feeling was heightened, I’m sure, by my own orgasm.
For almost an hour, the four men took turns with me, one or two at a time. They all came in me at least twice each and I experienced more orgasms than I ever had in that short of a timeframe. Never would I have guessed that I would enjoy it that much. I loved the feel of each cock, the thought of these men taking control of my body in such intimate ways, the heat of their cum as it filled me each time. I loved being controlled, used. I had finally let go of any illusions of control I had ever had over sexual situations with Gary and loved the feel of my men handling me.
Gary and I had sex much more frequently the entire rest of the Christmas break. That experience did something to me that made me feel like I could enjoy being submissive every now and then finally. And as Gary asserted himself more aggressively I found myself giving him what he wanted in more and more things. I stopped ‘hiding’ him and introduced him to my family and friends. Things went much better than I thought they would. I was increasingly confident and secure to let Gary make decisions about things for us from that time on. He was someone to whom I realized I could finally release all my control and be secure. We have really only grown closer since then, and I look forward to our future adventures together with love and trust.

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Megan and I relax Pt. 5

I’m back today to try and make a cum-back in the sex story industry. If you care, I was busy at school but not writing during the vacation is just an excuse. Again like I do in the beginning of all my stories, if you want to get some background info on the storyline so you can go to my profile and read the previous parts of the stories. Sorry if some of the “look like? WARNING: my first story sucks and has a bad rating. Sorry if this seems rushed and that is because it is, I’m making this at 2:03 Pacific time and need to finish by midnight. So let us begin….
The birds chirped outside the wind as the sun’s light was hitting the curtains. “Mike, are you going to get up soon?” Megan asked me. Me now being a freshman in college and Megan a senior in high school now lived with me at an off campus apartment. When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry but I could see a face close to mine. I rubbed my eyes as Megan combed my hair with her hand. She said “Mike come on, it’s New Year’s Day and we gotta get to mom’s at nine”. I repositioned myself and saw Megan sitting next to me on the bed with her bubbly eyes looking at me waiting for a response. I said “Well you better get your pretty ass up and start to change”. Megan laughed and had a huge grin on her face as she came over to me and put her head on my chest and said “I bet you liked my pretty ass up against your cock last night”. Megan rolled out of bed wearing nothing and started to walk but turned her head and said “You weren’t looking at me pretty ass were you?” I looked at her ass then at her and said “You know I love it when you show your ass to me”. She turned around and slapped her ass. I got up and told her “We have some time, do you want…” She came up to me and kissed me then said “Not right now, you will just have to wait till next year”. She scurried to the bathroom and I followed right after.
While Megan and I brushed our teeth, she asked me “Can you take me to the mall, I need to find something to wear for tonight”. I said “Do you really need more clothes, I thought you had found something to wear already”. She Put her sad face on and whispered “But I want to wear something new for the New Year”. I told her “I can’t afford to be taking you to the mall every week”. She took a deep breath and said “Fine, we won’t go”, but then Megan started to tease me. She sat on her side of the sink counter and spread her legs. She rubbed her clit slowly and closed her eyes. Moaning quietly she would say “give me that cock, put it inside of me and cum”. I turned to watch her magnificent pussy being rubbed. She opened her eyes and said “oh, were you watching me”? I shook my head with a full erection and left to get some pants. When I came back, Megan was bent over slowly sliding on a thong as she said “enjoying the view”? I said “Megan ple-please stop”. She went to her closet and came back with some tight leggings on and said “Do these make my ass look small”? I looked and her ass looked twice as big. I had finally had enough and said “Ok Megan we will go to the mall”. She jumped, hugged me and went to put on the rest of her clothes. I whispered “we better go before I rape you”. She yelled from the closet “I heard that”!
I waited outside the dressing room while she tried on dress after dress. She would constantly say “Oh Mike, won’t I look nice with these shoes?” “How about this shirt” or “I like this dress but I also like these”. After three hours of waiting she brought all the shoes, the shirts, and the dresses to register. She constantly assured me that these things are not too much and that she loves me for taking her while waiting in line. The register lady said “Hi did you find everything you were looking for”? I looked down at Megan and said “I sure hope so” and Megan smiled at me. After the lady got done checking everything off she said “Your total is…” I froze when I looked at the total price. I felt someone pulling on my shirt, it was Megan. I snapped back into reality. I swiped my credit card in the machine. It read “Your total is $1,160.70, is that ok”? My hand was moving towards the no, but I gave in. I pushed yes and the lady said “Thanks for shopping, comeback soon”. I said “Something tells me we won’t be coming back for a while” as we walked out of the store. Megan said “Mike can I go to just one more store, I just need to buy a couple of things”. I said “Ok but this is the last place”. We walked to Victoria’s Secret and she told me to wait outside. When she came out I asked her what she got. She giggled and said “Just something for my boyfriend”.
When we got back to the apartment, I dumped everything on the bed and Megan pulled out everything from the bags. She took out all of her new shoes and started trying them on. Megan was going to try on a dress but instead she looked up at me and came to give me a hug. She said “Mike, I really appreciate you caring so much for me and always loving me. We kissed and she went to find something for that tonight.
Megan and I took our shower, we brushed our teeth again, she painted her nails, I shaved, she did her hair and I got changed first. I waited outside in the living room while Megan put her clothes on. She came out in sexy tight pink dress with matching high heels. Her dark brown hair was curled at the ends and her green eyes sparkled. I told her “Megan, you look so beautiful”. She looked down and blushed and said “You really think so”? I was almost out of words because Megan looked so good but replied “Yes Megan you do and I’m lucky I have such a women like you in my life, I love you”. She started to tear up and said “Thanks Mike, I love you too and I want to be with you the rest of my life”. I led her to the door and opened it for her and we left.
We were heading to mom’s house but I stopped a couple of miles out to see my dad. My dad had a New Year’s party every year so I had to park across the street. Megan told me to say “Hi”. I rang to door bell and my dad answered it. He welcomed me in but I told him I had to leave soon because we are heading to mom’s. He asked me “Has Megan driven you crazy yet”? I replied “Not yet” laughing. He said smiling “It’s only the first year you two are living together, give it a little while longer”. We both had a good laugh and he told me to say hi to Megan and that he misses her, and I left. When I went back into the car I told her that dad said hi and that he misses her and then we left.
We arrived and mom’s house and Megan stopped me from leaving the car. She told me “Why are we here? We should be spending New Year’s together like regular couples do”. I told her “I wish we could but we are not regular couples, I love you Megan honestly I wish we were more than just boyfriend and girlfriend, but we are still brother and sister so we can’t be more than that”. She looked disappointed and said “I guess but I don’t even see you as a brother anymore. I just want to be with you forever”. I whispered “We will be together forever”, gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to open her door.
When I rang on the doorbell my mom opened the door and said “Megan you are so beautiful, and Michael you look like such a man I haven’t seen you guys in forever”! Hank came out with mom to see us and I shook his hand as we went outside. We sat down at the table too eat and Megan sat next to me. My mom brought us plates with our food and we ate. Megan tried to grab my hand under the table while we ate but I kept on moving it. When we were done eating we all sat on the couch to watch the New Year’s Eve TV special. I told my mom that I forget my phone in the kitchen and went to go get it. When I picked up my phone, Megan was standing behind me. She asked me “Do you love me”? I responded “Yes of course I do”. She then said “Ok kiss me, on the lips”. I said “I can’t do that what if mom sees”. She quietly said “Just prove you love me”. I thought about it and wondering if I should do it. I took a deep breath and went in for a kiss. Her lips met mine but it didn’t feel wrong. She said “Ok now walk out with me holding my hand”. I grabbed her hand and we walked back to the living room. My mom said “Awww if you weren’t my kids I would think you were a couple”.
…”Three, two, one happy New Year”! Mom and Hank stood up and hugged each other. Megan and I gazed into each other’s eyes and she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me on the cheek. I was afraid Megan was going to give away our secret but she accepted what we are.
Back at the apartment, I put my keys on the counter and her something unzip. I turn to see Megan to pop her breasts out and she lifted the bottom of the dress to reveal her new thong. She said “How about we start the year off right”? I took my clothes off as fast as I could and went to meet Megan on the bed. I laid down and she came afterwards to climb on top of me. Megan told me “I want you to fuck me hard, don’t hold back and cum in my pussy”. We started by fast kissing and tongue action, then she took off her bra to reveal her perfectly rounded tits. She moved the close to my face for me to suck on. I grabbed one and started to lick the nipple of it before I started to suck. I would alternate between them and feel her ass and rub it. She moved away put her legs in the air to remove her thong. She curled her legs back and my dick went straight for her pussy. I entered slowly because Megan’s clit is almost impossible to penetrate. I soon got into rhythm and started to go in and out faster. I looked at Megan with her dress in the middle of her body and she had her eyes closed and was holding one of her tits slightly moaning. I pulled away and she opened her eyes. I told her to suck my dick.. I laid back and she put her pussy on my mouth while she sucked my hard cock. I was easting her pussy up and she was gagging and sucking on my prick. I was jiggling her ass and she was gasping constantly for air. I moved her hips away and she stopped sucking. I put her body on the edge of the bed and she put her legs on my shoulders. My dick was soaked with all the sucking she did to my cock. My legs and balls were clapping against her giant ass and as I went faster, so did the clapping. At this point Megan was screaming “Give me that cock, ohh yeah I want it faster”! I was reaching my peak and almost finished but I still went fast. “OHH cum in my pussy, fill my pussy with all the cum you have” she yelled. I pushed on and with one final thrust, all my sperm was injecting in to Megan’s canal. She was completely out of breath and put her head back. Megan pulled away and ran her fingers inside her pussy putting all the cum she could inside, and the rest she ate. Megan and I relaxed the first day of the year. We laid back and she fell asleep in my arms.
One week later…
“Mike, come here hurry”. I ran to the bathroom. She exclaimed “Now we can really be together forever”. I said “Wh-” In her hands was a pregnancy test, it read positive. I blacked out.

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Baton Rouge

All the stories I post are true. This happened in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1989.
I was in Baton Rouge on business. There was an adult theater about a mile from my motel room and after dinner I drove down to check out the action. I had been sucking cock since I was 14, and tonight I really wanted to have sex with another man. I love fucking my wife, but she hasn’t got a dick, so she can’t meet all me needs.
First I went by the liquor store and bought a bottle of whiskey and mixed it with a large coke from the nearby all night grocery.
I bought a ticket and took a seat in the middle of the theater. There were a few other guys there, but nothing seemed to be happening in the theater. I was getting really disappointed, but things changed when the booze hit my bladder.
When I got in the men’s room the first thing I noticed was that there was no door on the men’s room, and no doors on the stalls. Tthere were two other guys there, one white and the other black. The urinals were the wide kind where two or three guys can stand side by side to piss in the same urinal.
The white guy was taking a piss and I stood next to him. He stroked his cock and turn toward me to let me know he was interested. The black guy was leaning on the wall next to the urinal.
I reached over and touched the man’s cock, and he started to get hard immediately. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.
As soon as I started sucking his dick, the black guy knealed down beside me and began to play with my dick and balls.
I sucked the white guy’s dick slowly, working my way up and down the shaft, and about every fourth time I came up to the head, I would stop sucking and take on of his balls in my mouth. All the time the black guy was still playing with my cock.
After about 5 minutes of moving back abd forth from his dick to his balls, he grabbed my head and held me onto his cock. By this time he was as hard as an old wooden fence post. Just then another man walked into the men’s room. I jumped away from his dick, but he told me it was OK. I guess he must have known the newcomer.
I took his cick back in my mouth and worked up and down, running my tounge around the head when I pulled back. The man who had just walked in stood by the door and watched the show I was putting on. It took the guy about another minute to shoot his load.
I swallowed his cum and kept sucking until he pulled his dick away.
By this time I was so hot from sucking cock, having my dick rubbed, and being watched by another guy, that I stood up and shot my load into the unrinal. I came so hard it squirted out just like I was takling a piss.
Speaking of piss, about two years after the public rest room blowjob, I let a woman pee in my mouth. I will tell you about that in a later story.

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Diary

daDDy

Based of the song Daddy by KoRn. Journey entries of a little boy’s new “friend”.

Fiction

Fanstastic weekend: part 2

This is the second part to my first story. I would suggest going to that and reading it before this one. I haven’t written many stories so any advice is appreciated. Enjoy!