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A new day, a new me part 4

Taking some advice on formatting for the story and picking up right where 3, here’s part 4. Sorry for the delay.
Lajita slides down my left side slowly gliding her hand down my chest and placing her leg over mine. She continues trailing her hand down my torso as I place my arm under her head and around her back gently stroking her hair. Lajita takes hold of my member and starts tugging; slowly I start to harden while pulling her tighter against me. She cocks her head up a bit then I feel her tongue on my nipple and I shiver at the new sensation. As I harden she doesn’t make a noise while licking and sucking my nipple, just maintains the constant methodical pace jacking me off. I can feel the precum all over her hand rubbing down my shaft and I attempt to move but she holds me in place and sucks my nipple harder. I start breathing heavy as bites down lightly on my nipple, then without warning she takes her hand off my cock and moves it behind her.
This thick Indian beauty in my bed has me hard and slimy with precum as she rolls over onto her side facing away from me. I slide up behind her and start to angle my cock head to her pussy, as I line it up she reaches back and taking hold of me again lines me up with her asshole. I pause for a second as she turns her head to me and nods; slowly I push in feeling her sphincter give way under the pressure of my cock. I feel her tense up as I get the first three inches in and slowly slide back to the head and press my whole cock into her ass. She whimpers a little then grabs my hip with her hand and tries to pull me in deeper; I start to slowly fuck her ass taking long deliberate strokes. It feels so much tighter than even Natsuko and Lajita keeps grinding her hips back onto my cock as I thrust in. I put my arm under her neck and pull her body against mine; kissing her back while she grinds her ass against me. I don’t know what it is about the noises she makes but I speed up without any prompting, pounding my cock up her ass while listening to the smacking noise of our hips.
Barely any light is coming into my room from the window as I look down and see Lajita’s ample rear starts to jiggle as I thrust faster. Suddenly I hear this squeaking sound and slow down to look around for the source. Lajita looks back at me questioningly and grabbing my hip starts to roll over onto her stomach. I move with her and end up on top with the head of my cock still in her ass, reaching down and spreading her ass cheeks drive my cock back in. Now in a much better position I begin again to jackhammer my cock down into her ass grunting all the way, then I hear the squeaking again. I don’t stop my pounding as I look around to see nothing else in my room. I look down at Lajita who has turned her head sideway to look at me, her fists balled up with my blanket and my pillow in her teeth, squeaking. That’s her making the noise; I smile down at her and frantically keep thrusting faster into her anus. Lajita is nearly screaming with my pillow in her teeth, I’m clenching my teeth as I feel my orgasm coming. A few more deep thrusts and Lajita is clenching down on my member with her ass, grunting I shoot the first shot, then the second deep into her rectum. Still cumming in her I feel her push her ass up a little on my cock. Finally after what seems like minutes I pull out of her with light pop, rolling onto my back and slowing my breathing. I feel Lajita roll off the bed and see her stagger across the room, picking up her clothes and quietly heading down the hall. Confused but tired I pull my shorts back on and cover up, drifting off to sleep.
Groggy I feel eyes looking at me, I open them to see Liz staring at me from my door,” Are you gonna get up yet, all the rest of us have been up for about an hour now.”
I look over at the clock and see it’s 10 in the morning on Saturday; I wave her off and roll back over. I hear her leave but then the smell hits me, bacon and eggs. I lurch myself out of bed and throwing on my shirt head down the hall to see the girls getting the table ready.
“Who is cooking,” I ask the ladies?
It’s Natsuko who answers me,” It’s Lajita; she woke up before all of us and just helped herself to the kitchen.”
I smile to myself about the idea of the girl who had me fuck her in the ass the night before making me breakfast, well me and the other girls but still, nice thought. The girls all hunker around the table I stand and eat; they talk about their plans for what to do today. One by one they all decide to occupy the bathroom, and I thought one teen girl in a bathroom could occupy it for a long time but five of them make military occupation seem shorter.
Finally when they end the occupation I see Hanna, the red head, looking at me quizzically. Finally she asks,” Why aren’t you getting ready?”
I shrug in reply,” Getting ready for what?”
“We’re going out to the mall and thought you were gonna come with us,” she tells me. Must have been what they were planning this morning.
“Well I’d get a shower but there is no hot water and I’m not heading out feeling like a dirt bag,” I tell her,” just tell the girls that I’m gonna sit this one out.”
She shrugs and heads off, some of the girls look a little disappointed but Korinna and Liz seem just fine with it as they pile into Korinna’s moms van and head out. I decide to be responsible while they’re gone, getting the dishes piled into the dishwasher, cleaning the cooking from the kitchen, then finally getting a much needed shower.
I hop onto my computer and check my email, another few emails from Heather and one from Derek. Jesus, what does it take for some people? I delete the emails without reading them when my phone goes off. Korinna texting me wondering what I’m doing, I reply with just hanging out. Then it goes off again from her, so what do you want tonight. I give it a minute then reply ‘surprise me’. After that she doesn’t text me at all. I check the balance on the card dad left, got about 60 bucks left on it and figure I’ll save that for later.
I settle into the living room to watch TV at about 1 in the afternoon. As I’m sitting there for about a half hour I get a knock at the front door, thinking it’s the girls I jump up to answer it. Sadly it’s just Heather, for some odd reason she’s here at my house.
“Hi Guy, I wanted to come over and just have it out with you,” she tells me with a tone that I’ve never heard come from her.
I remain in the doorway blocking the entry way, looking down at her reply,” there is nothing you can say to me that is going to make this better for you. Don’t you get that?”
Heather shrugs,” Maybe it’s not about better, just honest. All I want to explain my side of what happened. Can you just hear me out?”
I shrug in reply. She looks up at me expectantly like I’m going to invite her in; instead I lean on the door jam and cross my arms waiting. “Okay since I can’t come in I’ll explain,” Heather starts,” back during last August when we were dating I was trying to think of a time where it would be good for you and I to have sex. I wanted our first time to be special and I wanted it to be good for you. I had no clue what to do so I was asking Derek about it. He told me that I should practice before you and I did it, I was trying to make it good for when you and actually had sex for the first time. Derek and I both agreed that when you and I started to have sex finally that we’d be done. That’s all.”
I stand there for a minute thinking about what she said, then I figure it’s my turn to speak,” Are you done? Cause honestly I could care less about what you’d hoped to do for me and what your fucking intentions were. You think I don’t remember what you said to Derek when I caught you, ‘keep pounding me Derek, keep fucking me’. You think I don’t have the image burned into my mind. And what was to happen after we had our magical moment, you and Derek just keep quiet while I look like a fool cause you two got away with cheating on me?”
I can see her thinking about it, she wants to say something but I’m not letting this happen like that. I step forward off the porch backing her off the step and continue,” Honestly Heather, it was a nice speech, very well rehearsed. But I’m done being lied to and made to look like a fool. You don’t love me and you don’t owe me shit, but I owe you and I owe Derek.” I get very quiet and almost nose to nose with the cunt,” come near me again and I’ll collect. Now walk away.”
She takes a couple steps back and just turns and walks. I wait till she’s off the property and head back inside shutting the door and praying that hopefully I am done with this bullshit and others will just move on somewhere away from me.
About four in the afternoon the girls come back from the mall not so many bags with them but I see Korinna stuff a bag in her backpack. They tell me all about how Liz, Lajita and Natsuko all wanted to see a movie but Korinna and Hanna decided to do some shopping. I watch as the girls go about fixing beds and trying to figure out who is going to go to some game tonight then I remember that Tracy has a game tonight.
“Hey girls,” I ask loudly,” when does the game start?”
They look around puzzled when Hanna replies,” it’s at 6 tonight but I gotta be there at 5 for Coach Campbell’s warm up.”
“And why aren’t you all going to see Tracy tonight then,” I ask again.
Now Liz decides to chime in,” Cause moron we spent what we had at the mall and don’t have enough for tickets, otherwise we’d be getting ready and heading out.”
I get up and head back to my room, throw my jeans on and grab my coat and head back to the living room. They all start looking at me with the ‘what are you doing’ times 5. “I’m going to go see my first high school girls basketball game, are you all gonna come or just sit here while Hanna goes by herself,” I inquire to the girls.
Now it’s a scramble, bathroom is once again no man’s land as 4 girls descend upon it in a mess to get nicer clothes on and get make up done. Once they’re done with the primping and changing we pile back into the van, Korinna driving with Hanna at shotgun, middle with Liz and Lajita and me in the far back with Natsuko. As soon as we start down the road Natsuko starts to snuggles her light frame up against me.
“So did you get a chance to have fun with anyone else so far,” she asks. I point towards Lajita from the seat where nobody else can see. Natsuko smiles at me and pulls my jacket back to cuddle against me.
We arrive at school and get a horrible parking spot; the girls follow me as I get to the admission box by the gym. I pay with the card Dad left for all of us and we pile through the doors with the rest of the people heading in. The girls take up seating behind our teams’ bench and Hanna starts getting ready for the game. As I sit with the girls watching the warm up I see Hanna talking with Tracy off to the side, they both look over at me and Hanna smiles.
The teams start the game and I start checking out the girls on the teams carefully. It’s pretty back and forth for a while but the other teams’ captain is vicious, 3 fouls by the end of the first quarter but 2 starters out after getting banged up. Mercifully halftime comes around but down by sixteen. The coaches start going over strategy. The girls decide to head to the bathroom, never understood why they do it in groups. As I’m sitting there by myself Tracy waves me over to the end of the bench. I walk over to see what she wants.
“Okay, I don’t know why you’re here but I need some advantage in this,” Tracy tells me in a serious tone.
“Alright but I don’t pass for a girl and I told you I’m not that good at basketball,” I reply smirking.
“Yeah, make jokes but I need a favor and I need it now,” she tells me getting visibly angry,” I need you to go sit over by their bench and after the game I’m gonna need you here, can you handle that?”
“Sure, but I’ll have to tell the girls that I’m gonna be catching a ride with you home and you need to keep your dad from killing me if he finds me in your car,” I say joking as I walk around the court to the other side of the gym.
I see the girls get their seats behind the bench across the court; my phone goes off with a text. Its Liz asking me what I’m doing on the other side of the gym, I reply ‘doing your friend a favor’. I watch the Tracy go up to the other team captain and I take notice of her, 6’4” Caucasian girl with blonde hair in a ponytail, she’s a damn Amazon. They exchange words and Tracy points over to me, I have my hood up on my head when the blonde looks over, she scoffs and they shake hands.
After that it’s game on, still back and forth but our side is making a comeback. I’m watching Tracy and the other captain, Tracy talking some serious trash. The other captain gets redder in the face as the trash talking continues. Finally the other captain snaps and gets benched for fouling Tracy, I look at Tracy and she smiles. I lean forward and just stare at the girl as her coach starts going on about her costing them points by nearly fouling out for no reason. As the game goes on she keeps looking over her shoulder at me nervously. When they finally put her back in the game she goes straight for Tracy and the trash talking starts right back up. Sure enough not a minute later she’s fouled out of the game. And back getting scolded on the bench, she keeps watching me and some of the other girls are noticing her watching me.
Sure enough Tracy and her team pull out a victory and it’s a wonderful celebration for the girls after all, I see Tracy start talking to the other girls for a few then Liz and the gang head out. Korinna looks back to me grinning like the devil and heads off. Tracy makes a beeline over to me.
“Okay, it’s gonna take a while but head to boys locker room from the outside, far entrance,” Tracy tells me before heading off with her dad and team.
I head out to see people leaving the parking lot, some laughing and cheering, most just leaving. I head around the Gym and nearly collide with Mr. Campbell.
“Dammit meathead I almost knocked you back to diapers,” Coach exclaims exiting the Locker room.
I stammer replying,” Sorry sir, just trying to catch up to my ride.”
He waves me past; I head around the corner to let him get out of sight before heading back to the locker room door. I wait for almost a half hour and the sun has long set before the locker room door nearly slams into me.
“Come on in Guy,” I hear from Tracy inside the locker room.
I step inside and adjust to the light; Tracy is standing against the locker in her sports bra and panties. She motions around the row of lockers, I look down to see the Amazon sitting on the bench in her underwear as well, very muscular build but barely b cup breasts. I lean back around and grin at Tracy. She motions for me to be quiet and strip down. I roll up my clothes in my coat and standing naked Tracy pulls me close grabbing my cock and starts stroking me hard.
“Ask me for a favor,” Tracy says while getting me hard with her hand.
“What favor should I ask for,” I reply placing my hands on the lockers behind her along either side of her head.
“Her name is Mathilda,” Tracy tells me still stroking my member,” Now do you want to help me fuck her for a favor or not?”
God her hand feels great working my shaft, I nod my head in agreement. I see Tracy smile then strip out of her sports bra and panties, once naked she heads around the corner to Mathilda.
“Okay bitch, time to pay up,” Tracy says walking up to Mathilda. The Amazon turns her head and her eyes get wide at the sight of Tracy naked.
“Fine Tracy, deal’s a deal but not much you can do to me is there,” Mathilda states stripping down.
Tracy smiles and motions for her to lie down on the bench, the Amazon complies and lies on the bench face up. Tracy steps around the corner for a second and comes back with three jump ropes, taking the first one and tying Mathilda’s hands together under the bench then tying each of her legs separately to a locker door. Once Tracy has her all trussed up she moves around to Mathilda’s unshaved pussy and starts slowly rubbing her clit with her thumb. The Amazon is jerking lightly with not much room to move and clenching her teeth, I can see her breathing getting faster. Tracy moves her face down in to Mathilda’s pussy, sucking on her clit and starting to push her finger inside the warm folds. Another finger in and Mathilda starts jerking around like she’s having a seizure, Tracy keeps humming into her pussy as she rides out her orgasm.
Smiling Tracy stands up and moves back over to Mathilda’s head, taking it by the ponytail points her head to the end of the lockers where I’m watching.
“Come on out Guy,” Tracy calls out to me,” I think she’s ready for the main event.”
I head out from my vantage point around the corner and approach where they both can see me, Tracy smiling and Mathilda with a wide eyed shock on her face.
“Told you bitch. You’re mine till I’m sure you’ve been fucked like you fucked up my team,” Tracy sneers at Mathilda,” Guy she’s all yours from the waist down.”
Now I’m hornier than hell and I’ve got Tracy serving me hairy pussy on a bench. I straddle the bench lining up my cock with the Amazons pussy; I rub my head against her slit feeling the moisture from her first orgasm of the night and see Tracy straddling Mathilda’s face.
“Okay bitch,” Tracy starts,” time to eat some pussy.”
Tracy lowers herself onto Mathilda’s face looking straight at me, I see her tongue stick out of her head and start licking Tracy’s pussy. Tracy closes her eyes as the Amazon’s tongue works her pussy, slowly grinding her hips down onto Mathilda’s face. I decided to get what I am apparently using a favor for and grab Mathilda’s hips and start pushing my cockhead into her pussy. I get about 3 inches in and I’m finding almost no resistance inside I realized of all the pussy I’ve had, and one ass, this is the loosest I’ve been in. I push all the way in and while I feel the sides of her vagina I’m not very impressed. I pull back and push myself in straight to my balls, taking long methodical thrusts.
I look up from Mathilda’s pussy being fucked by my cock to watch Tracy ride her face. Tracy leans forward to get the Amazon’s tongue on her clit, looking down at my cock as I keep my methodical pace going in and out of the new pussy she provided. Quickly Tracy starts bucking her hips faster on Mathilda’s face and leans back mouth open grunting as her orgasm hits. Then the fun starts as Tracy starts to squirt all over Mathilda’s chin and tits. I start pounding my cock faster into the Amazon’s pussy cause watching Tracy squirt was pure beauty. Tracy moves off Mathilda’s face and stands kneels down on the side of the bench watching me pound my cock in and out.
“I think we should give her something more to think about,” I tell Tracy while keeping up my sawing pace in Mathilda’s very sloppy wet cunt.
Taking my cue, Tracy leans up over Mathilda’s body and starts rubbing her clit for the second time tonight, only this time frantically paced. I speed up to match the pace of Tracy’s rubbing and feel my balls tighten with my own orgasm. Hammering my cock in and out of this Amazon girl’s pussy I grip her hips tightly with my hands and pulling out quickly shoot my first shot of cum up to Mathilda’s face and the second to her breasts. As I’m finishing my orgasm suddenly I hear Mathilda grunting loudly and with Tracy still rubbing her clit she starts shooting cum out onto my hips and now deflating member.
After a few minutes of quiet recovery Tracy and I undo the knots holding Mathilda down. As she gets up rubbing her wrists I head to the showers to wash the cum off of me. As I’m in the shower I hear another kick on and see the Amazon running water over her head to my left and Tracy further down scrubbing up with soap. After drying off with a gym towel I head to end of the lockers and get dressed leaving the girls to talk amongst themselves. As soon as I’m done and come back around the corner Mathilda see’s me in my coat and shakes her head.
“Seriously that is one crazy fucked up boy friend you got there Tracy,” she nervously chuckles out.
Smiling back Tracy replies,” not my boyfriend, I owe him a couple favors and he’s really good for only having had sex twice.”
I keep my details to myself and head out the gym to walk home when I hear someone jogging up to me in the parking lot, I don’t even turn to see the Amazon catch up to me.
“So you’re single then,” she asks walking next to me. I simply nod in a reply. “So can I get your number, I’d like to talk to you again sometime,” Mathilda inquires.
I stop right where I am and look around the parking lot. “You want to talk to me or you want to date me or you want to screw me,” I say to her,” Which one?”
She stands there with a puzzled look on her face the grabs my coat in one hand and starts walking me over to a small car in the parking lot.
“Get in the car, I’m driving you home,” she states, apparently finding her nerve again.
Not one to argue with a free ride I hop in the other side and before I can get my seat belt on she speeds out of the parking lot. Nothing but quiet for the first couple minutes, then she decides to talk.
“Tracy said you were damaged goods and a real asshole,” Mathilda starts in,” Have you been fuck up so much that you don’t know how to be nice to someone.”
Honestly I stop and think about that for a minute, Derek tries to talk to me and I hurt him. Heather tries to talk to me and not only do I threaten her but my sister does it as well. Liz asks me for a favor and I embarrass her just for kicks. And then I remember all the shit that was done, lies and abuse and more shit to eat than I care to bring up with her.
“I can be decent to people, but if you want something from me or need something for me you better just ask me plainly or tell me what you want for my help,” I state to her as we pull into the driveway.
I give her my number and step out the car, she backs our hand heads off to her home I guess. As I head to the front door I get that feeling that something is up, I listen in and hear music from the living room and the lights are out. Quietly I take my keys out and get the door unlocked.Yes there will be more to come, comment or PM me

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Aunty and I

Here is a new story. There are no sequels but you can suggest something for me to write and I will write a story. This is a fake story sex wise and the reason I find it hard writing stories is because I don’t actually have experiences to draw on. So suggest something and I’ll write something. Please comment.

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Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Cindy the black cock slut pt 3

Cindy is a very popular girl…being far from home, out in the big world where she can do what she wants and be her own person without family and friends who are prejudiced or outright racist to deal with.  She has become addicted to strong black men with large cocks and giant appetites for sex, having a nice white husband on the side.  It should be the other way around, NO? This is one episode I recall less than a year after we got married:
 
We had been at Ft. Riley only a short time, less than 4 months, and found out that if you are not a hunter, or a farmer there really isn’t too much for you to do there.  Cindy, my wife and I we both from large or midsized towns and pretty much hated the place.  We both were looking for exciting things to do, Cindy it turns out found exciting guys to do, as it turned out.  
 
It was a hot summer day in Kansas, the kind where the corn or wheat fields seem to suck up all the aid and kill any kind of cooling wind.  I suffer from migraines every once in a while and today was one of those days.  It was so bad that on this day the Doctor advised me to go home, take the strong medication he had given to me and lay down in the dark.  We had only one car, so my buddy dropped me off at home to rest.  It was about 0900, and I shut myself in our bedroom with the curtains drawn and lights out and air conditioning running.
 
I had been asleep for what I figured to be an hour or so when I heard the door open to our apartment and people talking and laughing.  I heard Cindy’s voice, but the others were male voices who I did not recognize.  From what I could make out there were at least 2 others, with deep voices and with southern accents and most definitely black men.   I had not told Cindy I was going home, since this was before cell phones, and I did not want to bother her at work so she obviously thought I was working.  After a few minutes, the voices stopped and it got very quiet in the apartment.  I quietly got out of bed and crept to the door and cracked it open just a bit to see what was going on.  
 
From my vantage point I could see my wife, Cindy’s head being held by a large black hand.  She was obviously on her knees and giving some guy a blow job and he was helping her by pulling her head towards his cock, which I could not see.  Behind her emerged another black man, very tall and muscular who was completely naked.  He stepped forward behind Cindy and he held his enormous cock in his hand, poking her in the back of her head, as if needing her attention.  She turned her head from the first cock, and grabbed the second and started sucking his, still stroking the first one.  Soon the first guy takes off his shirt and pants and she is alternating between the two large cocks, sucking  and stoking each one furiously.
 
After a few minutes, one of them says “let’s get those clothes off you, bitch”, and she stands up as they each help her off with first her top and bra, and then her pants.   Soon she is standing between these two big black gentlemen (or bastards, as I am thinking) as they explore her ass, cunt and tits with their hands.  She is kissing the one guy now, who I can only see from behind, while the other guy is literally lifting her up by her hips, aiming his rigid cock at her love hole.  I see her reaching between her legs to grab his black missile, guiding it to her waiting pussy.  Bending over slightly to give him a better angle while hanging onto the first guys shoulders, she starts to moan as he inserts himself inside of her pussy.    Please go easy, she says, as he begins his assault upon her pussy, and she holds the other man by his hips, once again pleasing him by taking his stiff rod in her mouth.     After a few minutes of working his cock into my baby’s pussy, he starts to enjoy himself, thrusting his black cock into her deeper and deeper, churning his hips around making his cock  explore every corner of the inside of her vagina. She is moaning loudly with every thrust, holding on the other guy for dear life, still holding his dick in her mouth, moving up and down with the beating from behind.  
 
“You should get some of this tight pussy, bro” he says and he pulls out of Cindy and they begin to change places.  Before they begin again, Cindy says, “let’s get on the bed and starts heading for me in our bedroom.  I frantically jump into our closet and pull the door shut as the three of them enter our bedroom.  One of them says, “damn its dark in here” and flips on the overhead light, illuminating the room.  I am frozen in the closet afraid they will see me with the doors cracked just enough to allow me a full view of the bed and all of the activities going on.  Cindy is now on the bed on all fours, with one guy in back pointing his massive dick at her pussy about to begin his assault on her pussy, the other guy laying sideways across the bed giving Cindy his cock for her to work on.  The guy in back starts fucking her harder and faster for what seemed to be 10 or 15 minutes, stopping every so often before getting too close to coming, then starting again.  Finally, he cannot contain himself any longer and shouts “I’M CUMMIN,” and pulls his dick out with a pop and shoots his load all over her back and ass, the first few streams almost reaching her hair, the rest landing in her arched back area.  The guy then jerks his dick to milk the last bit out , smacking Cindy on the ass with his big night stick.   He then backs off the bed and heads to the bathroom to wash up, I presume.  
 
Cindy then stops sucking the other guy and positions her pussy over his cock, inserting it in slowly, lowering herself onto his pole bit by bit until the entirety of his cock disappears into her hole.  She is now riding him for all she is worth, bucking her hips making his cock rub her insides until she climaxes on top of him and she grinds her hips into his pelvis, enjoying the hard black dick still inside of her.  They switch positions, and he is now on top of her, her legs straight up in the air, him holding her ankles as he pushes his big cock in and out of her, looking down at her drawing in the scene so that he gets maximum satisfaction out of it.   “You love this black dick, don’t you, bitch?’” he asks as he slides his big black dick into her , taking his time to push as much of it in as he can, then slowly drawing it back out. “ Yes”  she says. “Please don’t stop fucking me, I will do anything for you”.   He fucks her like this for a few mor minutes, then picks her up turns her around and again fucks her from behind, both of them standing at the end of the bed, she holding on to the headboard as he pumps his dick into her faster and faster obviously going in for his own climax.  “Yes, yes fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she screams as he continues his banging of her from behind, making loud slapping sounds with each thrust into her.  Finally he bucks his hips hard a couple of times as he deposits his nut into her exhausted pussy, his ass cheeks clenching together pushing his dick in all the way he can as he keeps his grip tight around Cindy’s hips not letting her get away from receiving his full load of cum.  They fall to the bed together, spent from the sexual workout they just finished, with his dick still inside of her.  They remain on the bed for a few minutes kissing and talking about how good it was until they eventually get up and go into the bathroom.  I hear the water run for a couple of minutes, then hear them all in the other room dressing and talking about getting back to work.  I hear the door close and lock as they leave me there, shocked and turned on at the same time.  I jerk my dick on the bed, lying in the same spot where Cindy had just fucked her two black bulls.   My migraine has now disappeared, too.    
 
 
 

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 9

I didn’t change much in this chapter, save for closing a few plot holes, and fleshing-out the politics of Bentius. Pay attention to mention of the Noble Court here, as it plays a prominent role later on in the story (as it did in the original, only I didn’t flesh it out nearly enough considering its importance). Some of you might notice that this used to be chapter 10. I switched the order of the original chapters 9 and 10 because it made more sense for the flow of the story.

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Craving you

Dakota or Kat goes to visit her step aunt when thing with her step cousin Travis end up going down

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The Wrestler

The Wrestler
I have been coaching at a local wrestling club for about three months now and it is getting harder and harder to do. The reason…Angela. She is the owner’s daughter and she is fifteen. She is absolutely beautiful. She stands 5’6” and is a light skinned Puerto Rican. Her upper body is strong but pales in comparison to her legs. They are toned and muscular yet still maintain a sexy feel. Her lips are full and when she smiles, I can’t help but shudder. Her perfect teeth combined with those lips make it hard not grab a hold of her and fall into a deep kiss.
I am a white male who is 38 years old and in good shape. I started wrestling when I was 8 years old and began coaching in an effort to pass on my knowledge. Little did I know that I would be passing on more than my wrestling knowledge.
Angela’s father Carlos was a childhood friend of mine though he was a few years younger. He and his family were all trouble makers but weren’t we all? At one point, Carlos was sent to prison for assault and after he was released he made a pact to himself to not allow any other kids to get lost between the cracks. The work he is doing is working and I’m proud to be a part of it. The problem is…Angela.
I started to see her during the season while I was coaching a different team. I would watch her wrestle the boys and most of the time she would beat them. I found myself feeling a bit jealous they were able to put their hands on her while I had to sit on the side and watch. After the season is when I went to Carlos and offered my services. He gladly accepted as he knew I was technically sound and on the same page regarding discipline and hard work.
Coaching Tuesdays and Thursday s was going great. The kids were really responding and becoming good wrestlers. As I walked around the gym I would see Angela stretching and working out. Damn she was beautiful and the little shorts she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. The problem was that what was left to the imagination was exactly what I was interested in.
After one Thursday practice, Coach Carlos and his wife Cynthia approached me. They both stated how happy they were to have me be a part of the program and could see the benefits. That was when things changed. Cynthia asked “Coach Tyler, would you be interested in doing one on one coaching sessions?”. Not thinking before I spoke, I replied “Aboslutely, I’d love too. Any wrestler that wants to get better, I’m willing to work with”. That’s when a huge smile came across both Carlos and Cynthia’s faces.
“That’s great brother” quipped Carlos, “Angela has been begging me to have you show her some things. Can you stay late tonight and get started?” I was a little stunned when they said Angela. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I was extremely psyched because Angela has such potential. On the other hand, the thought of rolling around with her for an hour had me a bit aroused.
After quickly thinking about things, I responded it would be no problem. Let’s get going. Angela walked back in the gym, her skin glistening from the earlier practice. Damn was she beautiful. I looked at her as she smiled at me. I felt frozen in time. That’s when the monkey wrench was thrown into the mix. Carlos came over to me and said “Tyler, Cynthia and I have to leave to get the other kids home and ready for school. Can you work with Angela and lock up afterwards?” This man was going to leave his daughter with me all alone? I guess that means he doesn’t see the lust in my eyes when I watch her. After some quick thoughts, I agreed to close the gym after my one on one with Angela.
In a few short minutes, Angela and I were alone. We got right to work. I’m not sure if I did it on purpose but we worked moves from the bottom which left me on top of her most of the time. We worked sit-outs, stand ups, and switches. She was really absorbing what I was teaching. We were twenty minutes in on our hour session when she started to get sloppy. I broke her down and she didn’t fight to get back up. With all my weight on her, I began to chastise her for not being explosive. “You can’t just lie there and let me keep my hips on your butt. You have to make room in order to escape.” That’s when she slightly turned her head and said “What if I don’t want to escape?”. Oh there was that smile again. For a split second, I was with her. I didn’t want her to escape but then I snapped back. “What wrestler wants to be controlled?” I asked. She replied “One who feels safe and secure with their captor” smile still beaming on her face.
“Get some water and get back in here in two minutes” I barked. As she stood up, I just gazed at her beautiful body. Her shorts riding up in the back, shirt all disheveled. Damn, this was really trying my patience. When she returned, my mind was still a little cloudy. Did she really want to be under my control? Was she aware of the feelings she was causing by being so damn beautiful?
“Coach…Coach? Are you ok?” Angela said snapping me out of my haze. “Yeah girly, I’m here” was my reply. “What were you thinking about when I came in?” she asked. “Nothing, lets get back to work” I said. We started rolling around and it happened again. She stayed on the bottom with no real effort to escape. That’s when I put my forearm in the back of her neck as she lay flat on her belly.
“If you don’t try to escape, your opponent will have their way with you, is that what you want?” I asked. With a slight groan from my weight being on her, she answered “Yes Coach, that’s what I want.” I felt my cock tingle and start to grow. With forearm still in neck, I asked “Really? Then that is what I will do.” I slowly put my face next to her ear and whispered “I’m going to work you over and make you understand that’s not a wrestler’s mentality.” I grabbed one of her arms and had both of my hands on that arm. I pulled it close while pushing my pelvis into her ass. To my surprise, she pushed her ass back and groaned. With one of my hands, I reached up for her neck and “accidentally” brushed her breast. While not yet fully grown they were beautiful.
As I began to man-handle her, both of us sweating, she began to turn to her back. This is a no-no for any wrestler. As she struggled to get to her back, I jumped guard and ended up between her legs and she instinctively wrapped them around my body. At this point, we were face to face with each other and my ever growing cock began to press into her. I started to get up to reset but she quickly pulled back to her. “Coach, please don’t get up. “she says with the most innocent of looks. I didn’t know what to do as I lay on top of this beautiful fifteen year old who was literally holding me on her.
“Coach, I asked my dad to have you give me a one on one lesson so we could be alone. The only thing is that I don’t want one on one wrestling instructions. I want you to teach me to be a woman. Before you say anything, please hear me out”. I lay on her stunned at what I was hearing.
“I have watched you coach all of us kids and not just in wrestling but also how to be good people. I love my dad but he doesn’t understand that I’m growing up and becoming a woman. He won’t even let me wear make-up” she said. I interjected without hesitation “You are so beautiful, you don’t need any make-up. There it was again, that smile.
“That’s why I chose you!” she retorted. “Chose me?” I asked. “Yes, you are my coach. Please teach me to be a woman, Coach” she pleaded. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lowered my face to hers and slowly started to kiss her. At first, it was just touching our lips together but slowly I extended my tongue and she responded in kind. After a few minutes of this, I was fully erect and grinding into her pelvis. Both of our sweaty bodies were perfectly meshed and in rhythm as we both grinded against each other.
I raised up off of her and told her “If you want to be a woman, you will listen to my words and obey them, do you understand?”. “Yes Coach, I will obey” she replied. “Take your top off baby” I instructed. She sat up and did just that revealing her beautiful breasts. They were sweaty and inviting and I wasn’t waiting any longer. I leaned forward and took her breast in my mouth. It was salty and sticky yet so satisfying. I flicked her nipple with my tongue as she moaned in approval. Her hands were holding my head close to her bosom as I switched from breast to breast.
I quickly took off my shirt and flipped her over. As I lay on top her, our skin slipping against each other I began to grind her ass with my stiff cock poking her cloth shorts. I grabbed her hair in one hand and lifter her head. I began to suck and kiss on her neck while continuing to grind her. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked. “Yes Coach” was her only words.
I told her “I want you to execute a stand-up with all your energy. Ready go”. With a fierce force, she lifted to her base and began to stand up. As she did so, I grabbed the short shorts she was wearing and pulled them down to her ankles. At this point, she looked back at me and was visibly shaken. It was her first time being naked in front of a man and I could tell she was uncomfortable.
“Freeze” I said. As she stood there with her shorts around her ankles, my face was staring directly at her beautiful ass. I took my hands, spread her ass cheeks, and slowly started licking her. Her anxiousness slowly dissipated and she began to grind her ass back on my face. Instinctively, she stepped out of her shorts to allow her legs to spread. She tasted wonderful but I wasn’t satisfied yet.
I executed a back heel trip to bring her down to her belly and quickly rolled her over. I quickly dove into her young pussy and began licking furiously. She grabbed my head and lifted her hips which gave me a full access. Her legs ended up around my head as she dug her little nails into my head. “I’m cumming Coach” as she sprayed my face with her seed. My face was glistening with her juices and my cock was extremely hard and in need of attention. At this point, I stood up.
“On your knees” I instructed. She rose up and was sitting on her heels as her face was directly in front of my cock. “You are going to learn to deep throat. It is a required skill of a woman and one that doesn’t come easily. You will feel like you are being choked and spit and tears will appear. It is ok, just relax and stay focused. Now open your mouth”.
She opened her mouth and started to take me in. At first she stayed on the first two inches, when all of a sudden I grabbed the back of her head and slammed it down on all seven inches. As I held her head, she started to push away when I told her “Relax and open your throat and everything will be ok”. As she slowly relaxed, the gagging subsided and she was finally resting with my cock in her throat. “Now start to go up and down and make Coach happy”. And that’s exactly what she did. I found it hard to believe this was her first blow job but knowing her controlling and protective daddy it most likely was.
I was so excited but didn’t want to cum yet, I sadly pushed her off of my cock. “On your back Angela” I instructed and she obediently moved there. I asked “Are you a virgin?”. “Yes Coach” she replied. “This may hurt a bit but it will eventually feel better. As I crawled on top of her and lined my cockhead up with her pussy I could see the fear in her eyes. “It’s ok baby, Coach is here for you”.
I started to push in and she started to tense up. Slowly, inch by inch I started to bury myself inside her until I felt her hymen. “Ok, this is going to be a sharp pain, Are you ready?” I asked. “Yes Coach, I’m ready”. With one firm push, her cherry was popped. As I look into her eyes, I see a tear forming in the corner of her eye. I paused and gave her time to adjust to me being inside of her. Once the pain has subsided, I began to slowly stroke in and out of her wet pussy.
“Oh Coach, that feels very good. Please don’t stop. Please make me cum again.”
“I’m going to make you cum baby. Cum for Coach.” was my reply. As I continued to stroke, I felt her start to tense and then she cums like I’ve never felt before. She squirts all over my cock soaking me and the mat beneath us. Breathing heavy, she says “Coach, I want to make you cum now. Please let me make you cum”.
I continue to stroke and whisper in her ear “I’m getting close. When I am ready you will rise to your knees and take me in your mouth. Do you understand?”.
“Yes Coach”.
Feeling the buildup in my balls, I slowly rise and tell her “To your knees” baby. She quickly rises to her knees and sees my cock directly in front of her face. As I begin to stroke my cock I tell her “Open your mouth baby”. As she opens her mouth, I begin to erupt as the first shot of cum hits her in the eye and the second enters her mouth. After three more ropes of cum land on her beautiful teeth, she is all smiles. She starts to clean the cum out of her eye and licks it off her fingers. She takes my sensitive cock in her mouth and begins to clean me.
After we get dressed and lock up the gym, I offer her a ride home. The short ten minute ride was silent and as we pulled up I saw Antony outside detailing his truck. Shit I think, will he know that I just took his daughter’s virginity in his gym? Stay calm is all I can think. As Angela gets out of the car, she looks back at me and says “Thanks for the one on one Coach, I learned a lot”. Flashing that smile once more, she turns and goes into the house.
Carlos comes over to my truck and asks how it went. “It went great. I think she learned a lot. Anytime, you want me to work with her let me know”.
“Thanks bro, actually I was hoping you could work with Savanna next” he says. “She could learn a lot from you. Then maybe you could work both of them out”. It was then that he winked at me and said “If they have to learn how to be women, who better than you to teach. Maybe Cynthia could use a lesson or two as well”.
Riding home, all I could think about was that Carlos has recruited me to teach his ladies how to be women. Volunteer work and giving back is very rewarding.
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True Story

THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES OF JULIANA L., PART 1

My real name isn’t Juliana L., but that’s the name I am going to use in these accounts. Almost all of what I will write in these pages really happened; the remainder is changed to protect the identities of those involved, and for dramatisation purposes. After all, I can’t possibly remember verbatim conversations that happened fifteen or twenty years ago. Can you?

Fiction

When In Rome – 07

Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________[u]CASSIUS[u]
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*[u]CALLIA[u]
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*[u]CASSIUS[u]
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”

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Mind Games Part 1

Dave and Gwen have a very active sex life. It is in the middle of a 3way that Dave’s brain starts to imagine his daughter watching them… Or does he?

Fiction

Stepsister Sleepsexing Surprise

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Diary

Aiden 6

I am totally in love, these stories are like my dreams. I wish they would all come true.

True Story

My sleepover with Ethan

My sleepover with Ethan
This is a true story, only names have been changed.
Me 14, Ethan 15
My sister had been friends with this girl for years before I knew she had a brother named Ethan.  And when I started on the swimming team I found out that he was on the team and we became fast friends.  One weekend over the summer my sister and her friend decided to have a sleepover at her house so I invited Ethan over to my house for the night.  We had both seen each other naked in the locker rooms so we were pretty comfortable around each other.  Our families meet at the public pool at about noon and we stayed and swam til about 3.  While we were there I had to go to the bathroom and Ethan fallowed. When I was in there I realized that they had finished constructing showers for people to rinse off in so we went to check it out.  Behind a wall, two shower heads hung from the ceiling with chains that turned on the water when pulled.  Well we tried it out and the water was scalding hot.  
” Oh SHIT!” I scream pain
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath
We keep the showers on and little by little get more and more into the steaming water.
” Aaaahhhhhhh, that actually feels real good.” he says 
“Oh yeah it does.” I say, and I pull my waist-band away from my hip and let the water run down my crotch.  I lean my head back close my eyes and let’s lose a deep moan. When I open my eyes I see Ethan lean towards me, trying to get a good look at my cock.  
” What?”
” nothing….”
” You were lookin at my cock!”
The only sound is the shower.  We stare at each other until I say,”. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
He studies my face and says ok.  We each whip out or dicks and compare sizes and I realize we both have raging hard-ons.
” Wow dude your pretty hung.” he says to me at the sight of my 8 1/2 inch dick that’s  curves to the left when I get a boner.
” Hey thanks, you too.” I say to him admiring his 7 inch dick that curved up tight to his stomach.
” Thanks.”
We are slowly stroking our dicks looking at the other when he said ” You a virgin?”o
” Yeah, you?”
” Yeah.”
My mom yells into the bathroom telling us to hurry up and that we needed to leavethe pool cause they were closing soon, so we hurry up and get out.
We get to my house and play x-box till 11 and get bored watching YouTube  videos and decide to look at some porn.  So I get onto xnxx.com and watch some hard core porn and we get massive hard-ons and we both whip out or cocks and we start to slowly pump them.  Ethan says he needs to take a piss and I think to myself that this is my opportunity and I find a video of two twinks anal fucking that I had previously found for the fact that the two twinks looked like me and Ethan and continue it massage my dick which is now as hard as steel.  He came out of the bathroom at the part where the kid that looked like me was wacking above the one that looked like him.  He sees what’s on the screen and realizes what i’m thinking and leaps towards me and starts to kiss me.  I takes me a moment to get over my shock and then I start to kiss back passionately.  I’m in heaven.  Then I decide to do what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.  I start kissing his neck and down his chest making sure to pay extra attention to his nipples on the way to his dick.  I get on my knees and slowly pump his dick and in one swift motion I have his whole cock in his mouth and down my throat.  I suck him off for about five minutes until he blows a huge load in my mouth.  I swallow some of it but the rest I keep and move up and we make out and swap his cum.  He than kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, ” Fuck me……fuck my ass.” and he lays with his back on the couch and lifts his legs in the air which I throw over my shoulders.  I spit in my hand and rub it and finger his ass.  I slowly stretch his hole as insert my throbbing head and he let’s lose a moan of pleasure as I split him apart.  I get about two to three inches in and a tear runs down his face.  I give him a long kiss of pure lust and the pain is gone from his face.  I start to pick up the pace and get all 8 1/2 inches in.  I really start to fuck him and I wrap my hand around his cock and start to jack him slowly.  We both let lose moans of pleasure as I fuck him with all my dick.  He closes his eyes tight and opens his mouth in a silent scream then let’s out a loud moan an unloads his cum all over both of our chests.  With his cum on us I put my chest on his, continuing to fuck him as we rub our stomachs together, spreading his cum between us.  While I fuck him he reaches to my ass, spreads my cheeks, and inserts two fingers into my hole.  The combined fucking, his cum on my chest and him fingering me brings me to the edge and I yell “Oh!!  I’m cumming!!!!!” and before I can pull out he whispers in my ear ” cum in my ass baby…” and I can’t say no.  In seconds I let lose the biggest load I’ve ever shot, so big it felt like I was pissing cum into his ass and we both moaned loudly.  It was been the best night of my life…and I can’t wait for him to cum over next time.
 

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Taking Mom Down to the Woods

Taking Mom Down to the Woods
__I was so proud of the fort I had made down at the woods. It was hidden in a bank by the creek. I told my mom how cool it was and how no one could see or find it. She smiled and said how her dad had built her one when she was young. A private place where dad and her could go to talk private. Talk private? I wondered what they would have to talk ‘private’ about.
She would say no more but just stared out the window with a smile on her face. “Ya gotta come down and see it mom. It’s even air conditioned by the creek.” She looked at me with a strange look and smile. She whispered: (“..ok yes, let’s go and see it tonight. I’ll take a tiny light for us. I said: (“…mom, I already have candles down there.”)
My motive was to take a girl down there and mess with her, and It was a private place to wank too.
She was lost in thought as she began to hug me real tight and feel my shoulders. I’d never seen her act this way before, but if it got me a hug with her great tits, it was ok with me.
That night while dad was messing with his race car with all his buddies, mom told him her and I were going for a walk. He grunted an ‘ok’ and we left. I showed her a secret shortcut to the fort. Behind our old shed out back I had made some steps down to the creek bank. We checked all around and went behind the shed. I held her hand and guided her down to the fort. It was dark but I knew where everything was. Mom held my arm as I got a candle.
She held me tight as I pulled an old piece of wall to close of the inner entrance from the candle light. I had an old mattress in there and some wood boxes for chairs. Mom kept holding my arm. She looked all around and then blew out the candle. (“Why’d ya do that mom?”) I whispered. She said back: (“…you’ve never danced in the dark, have you.”)
I was slow in catching on that she was getting romantic feelings down here. She started dancing with me in the complete darkness. She place my hands on butt as she held my butt. She pushed her nice large tits into me firm. She felt pretty damn good. She started breathing heavy in my ear. Oh god…I felt my cock getting stiff over my own mom….but I just…let it happen.
She felt it too and pushed her warm pussy hard into it. My mom was all horny. I had never seen her this way before. She took my hands and moved the all around her and then…right on her tits. I stopped. She said: (“..it ok Randy, we’ll just ’pretend we are boyfriend and girlfriend while we’re down here. No one will know and there’s nothing to see…go ahead and feel me, like a girlfriend…”)
I gulped. Our ages were not that far apart and it was no problem to think of her as a girlfriend. I had only felt up a couple a girls so far, so I was getting as horny as mom was. I kept saying to my self that nobody could see us and would never know….she was like a girlfriend I was making out with. I started feeling her tits real careful.
She said her dad and her use to dance in the fort he built for her and….then she stopped and pulled me real tight to her and pushed her pussy in tight against my now hard cock. This was hot and I loved it. Soon she let her hand start feeling around my cock. She started unbuttoning her blouse. Now I could feel her bra and some of her bare tits. She whispered: (“..keep going, ‘boyfriend‘.”) She lifted up her bra and let her big tits pop out.
My hands were shaking a little as I slowly felt her wonderful tits. If this ever got out that I felt my own mom‘s tits, I would be branded some kind of weirdo.
(“..oh boyfriend that feels so good, don’t you want to kiss them?”) I gulped again.
I was about to kiss my mom’s beautiful tits. I had the jitters in my gut. Slowly I started kissing mom’s tits. They were heavenly as I let my tongue circle around her nipples. She was panting for breath and played with my hair. I felt her squeeze my cock firm. I was pumped with horny feelings. I could have kept this up for a long time. Her tits were so soft and warm, and her nipples were standing out against my tongue.
I was getting those ‘unthinkable‘ feelings of wanting to have sex with my own mom. I tried to put them out of my mind, but with her squeezing my cock, it was impossible. It was pitch black and we couldn’t see a thing, just feel us. I started pretending she was as girl at school that had big tits. I felt mom start slowly stroking my cock. I wanted to cum, it felt so good. She smelled so good and her hand felt my face and lips. I started feeling back and we both started in with little kisses on our faces. I whispered: (“…’girlfriend’, we better stop or I will cum in my pants, and people will see it.”)
(“…we’ll have to leave in a minute ‘boyfriend‘, but I want to kiss something too.”) she said. She pulled my shorts and boxers down and I felt her as she kissed the head of my cock and just held her lips on it. I could help it……I came…..
She slowly stroked my shooting cock but never took her lips off the head. I felt her long beautiful hair as she made me shoot more. My knees began to shake a little. This was my first blow job ever and the cum shooting out. It was shaking me up with the high feeling. I felt her stand up and hug me. She was shaking too.
As we left she said Friday night dad would be gone to the races till late and we can come back here and continue. I was a little dizzy from our first ’date’. I said: “You sure are a hot date ‘girlfriend‘, see ya Friday night.” She took my hand and rubbed it on her pussy…..She kissed me with her tongue. I thought only girls my age did that. We went home as my cock slowly went down.
Mom and I went back home and acted like nothing had ever taken place, except….I kept trying to get a hardon.
I was in my dads garage as him and all his buddies were working on the race car. I was trying not to think about what had happened and what was about to happen as I stared into space with a slight grin on my face. I hear my dad say: “What’s the matter with you boy, ya think’in about some new girlfriend?” They all laughed. I about shit my pants. What does he know??? I got bad jitters in my gut but managed to say ’Yeah’ and smiled. If he only knew what had happened with his wife, my mom, he would kill me or kill mom and I both. I quick started talking about the race car and got off the ’girl’ subject fast.
It was torture waiting for Friday night to get here. I had two wet dreams and I wanked every chance I got. I had to ignore mom to keep from getting a hardon. When I would glance at her, my heart would speed up and the hardon feeling would start. Damn it was hard not go over to her and hug her and feel her. I was in love with my own mom, and I liked it, no matter what anyone said, ever.
At night I relived being in the fort with her and us making out. I would get these big hardons that would go away until I wanked. That part was so great, but the waiting was awful. In school I had to be so careful not to get a hardon, and get teased. It wasn’t easy. I could wank real fast if I had to, in the boys restroom stall. Walking home I went behind some trees and wanked real fast, to go home without a hardon. The risk of all of this was exciting but the fear of getting caught was keeping my gut tight.
Friday night. I watched dad and all his buddies drive off with the race car in tow. I went in the house and there was mom with a smile on her face. God she looked so beautiful. She said for us to wait for it to got dark. We just stood and stared at each other and smiled.
Mom came to my room to get me. She was wearing a short jean skirt, a big sweat shirt and I could tell she had no bra on. She smiled and flashed me the front of her skirt….no panties as I about choked at seeing her bush for the first time.
I said: “Girlfriend’, you look beautiful.” She smiled big and said: “I have a hot date tonight with my ’boyfriend’, you won’t tell on me will you?” I said: “Oh no, I’ll be working on my fort tonight, maybe you could come down and hold the flashlight?”
We quietly snuck out the back and behind the shed. I took her hand to help her down the steps. Her hand was trembling, but very warm. We entered the fort quietly. Once inside she grabbed me and held me tight to her. She whispered in the complete darkness: (“…oh daddy, I love this place.”) Daddy? I thought I was ’boyfriend’…oh well, I didn’t care what she called me at this point.
We stood as she started slow dancing. Our hands were all over us as we began to kiss or faces softly. My hand went under her sweat shirt to feel those beautiful tits. I had on jogging pants with no boxers. Her trembling warm hand went down inside them to feel my butt. She said: (“…daddy…will you get on your knees and make me feel good?”) Knees?…oh damn… she wants me to lick her pussy, I bet. I would like nothing better as I got on my knees. She started panting and spread her legs wide apart.
She held my head as I lifted her skirt up. I just had to feel her warm legs up and down. She pushed her bush gently to my lips. I had never eat’in a girls pussy before. She guided my tongue to right where she wanted it. I licked thru her bush and up her wet slit. When I got to this little bump, she held my head tight and twitched a little. I guess she liked when I did that as she moaned. I kept licking all around, and then back to the bump. She moaned every time.
She took my one hand and she put some of my fingers inside her wet pussy. It was so warm in there and felt exciting to feel it. She had me run my fingers in and out of her pussy. She moaned so sweet and then took my other hand and had me feel the crack in her ass. She kept pushing one finger in deeper and deeper to rub her asshole. She seemed to like that so I kept it up. As I licked her clit she started pushing my finger in tighter in her asshole. I think she wanted me to put my finger inside it. Ok, what ever you want mom, I thought. She got her asshole all wet with her pussy wetness and took my finger and eased in in. She gasp and worked my finger in deeper inside her asshole.
She rocked her hips on my fingers front and back. She pulled my tongue in firm to her bump at the top of her pussy. We rocked as I worked my fingers in her. She started making straining sounds as we sped up. She started moaning and jerking her hips hard on my tongue. She must have liked it as she moaned and whispered: (“Daddy…..yesssssssssss.”) and started moaning like she was having pleasure. She squirmed and jerked for while. I heard her suck big for air…. then I felt her pussy squeeze down on my fingers and she puckered her asshole on my other finger….I came in my pants. I couldn’t help it. It was the peak of sexual excitement for me. I guess she could feel me jolt as I shot cum over and over.
She laid us over on the old mattress. I was exhausted. I heard her mumble ..’daddy your beautiful..’ She started gently pulling me up on top of her. I reached up on the sides of her beautiful tits and pushed them together. I laid my head between them to just enjoy the feeling.
Mom’s euphoric thoughts….
I was shook up. I never dreamed that my son could recreate my highest sexual feeling I ever had, only better. The fort my daddy built for me was very cozy. We snuck down when mom was out of town. It was very dark and we lay in the leaves and he told me what a wonderful daughter I was an how he loved me so much. He put his arm around me and pulled me to him.
I love the warm feeling of the best daddy in the world holding me. I got up on top of him to kiss him. We started kissing like a boyfriend and girlfriend. I loved this and I started getting sexual feeling like never before. He must have to as I felt a big lump under my pussy. We kept on as he showed me about tongue kissing. I love it and we both got so warm an excited. His lump felt so good on my pussy I rocked on it and then so did he. I had a some dreams before about daddy being naked and having sex with him. Now it could really happen as we were now gasping for air.
I wanted it to happen real bad and I think he did too. His warm hands felt all over me as mind did felt him too. I felt his hand slowly go inside my shorts and then inside my panties. I loved this and I started feeling his lump. We both started inching down our shorts to feel more. I was so excited I said quietly: “..oh daddy I want to have sex with you so bad.”
He said we couldn’t do that, but….we can do another kind of thing that is sexually exciting.
I was all for that. He checked carefully that no one was around and laid us side by side, my back to his front. He took his cock out and put it between my legs. It was warm and exciting. He put my hand on it to feel it. It felt so hot as I pulled it up against my pussy. He felt my tits so good and then put his finger in my pussy. He began to rub my clit. It felt so good I squirmed and whimpered with the good feelings. He took both my hands and had me stroke his cock up and down as he kind of fucked me between my legs.
This felt real good at my pussy along with his finger. He was breathing hard and then helped me stroke his cock. His wet finger went back and forth in my pussy, and he found one spot that sent sex chills in me. I had to stroke him faster to get more good feelings. His fingers speed up and then white stuff came out of his cock as he moaned. I moaned too as I had a sudden wonderful feeling in my pussy. We lay there as we fucked between my legs.
We went to my fort the next time and he showed me something new. He took some wet from my pussy and rubbed it on my butt hole. It made me pucker and squirm as I found it exciting and sexy. He took his cock and rubbed the end of it on it. I got new feeling as I squirmed with the tingles of him doing that. He slowly kept pushing his cock in back there. He said to relax and soon it went all the way in. It was a different sex feeling and I liked it. He was now fucking that hole and I helped him by moving my hips.
He soon held me tight….he rubbed the spot inside my pussy and we both began to shake and I got a new high sex feeling now. I moaned because it felt so good. Then I felt something warm going in that hole. It must have been that white stuff. It was heavenly as I pushed my butt back to feel it more. We did this a lot from then on.
He showed me more new things. He turned us and had me kiss and lick his cock. Oh I really liked that…and then he licked my pussy with his tongue. That make me tingle all over. He also put his finger on the spot in my pussy while he licked my clit. That was best of all and I got an ’orgasm’ he called it. He had me stroke his cock and he squirted that white stuff on my face and lips. I tasted it as I got a big tingle in my pussy.
We used my fort a lot until they came with bulldozers and scraped it away. He lives far away now, otherwise I would go and see him and we would secretly play some more.
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I loved the feeling of my son’s head on my tits. We lay there a while and then I gave in to my thoughts. I spread my legs and reached down and took his warm cock out. I felt the slick cum on it. I brought my fingers up and tasted it…wow…it took me right back to when I first tasted my daddy’s cum.
I took the head of Randy’s cock and rubbed it on my bush. It instantly got to full erection. I decided to go for it and let it slip in my wet pussy. I now wanted to do what daddy and never got to do. Randy started fucking me as I pretended is was my daddy. I was shaking inside with the feelings I had dreamed of so long. I got real excited and fuck him back hard and deep….”..oh god daddy, keep doing that.” came out of my mouth.
Randy now was all excited and gasping for breath along with me. We began to fuck wildly and moan together as our cum’s were coming together. I found myself fucking Randy as fast and hard as I could. He was my new ’daddy’ and this was long overdue. My pussy pulsated down on his cock as I began to yell…”OH GOD DADDY!…OH YESSS!”
It felt like an exploding something went off in my pussy, I climaxed so hard I saw stars. I felt loads of Randy’s cum flow in me and slop out and down my butt crack. We squirmed and squirmed with euphoric joy. We shook for a long time as spasms continued. Finally….finally my daddy and I had glorious wonderful sex together. I was ecstatic with it all and my shaking arms held Randy as tight as I could.
I didn’t want this moment to ever end…..

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