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The Amazing Church Girl

This is my first story. I’ve never written anything like this and would like comments and feedback. Good or bad. I may write a couple more, but that all depends on how this does. Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy.

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Phone Sex

I love phone sex. I cant even remember the age it started, but I do know, I was really young on the partyline talking to grown ass men. They had to know I wasn’t 30 years old like I said I was. I probably sounded no older than the young teenager I really was. I have been perverted and have enjoyed porn and phone sex since my early years and I still do. Here is one story of my perversion!

Fantasm

Club Fatale

Club Fatale
Chapter One – The Trip
I woke on the morning of my trip with an excitement that I had not felt since the days of my youth. It was the kind of joy that a boy feels on Christmas morning, just before he rushes downstairs to see if Santa Clause left presents for him. And he knows instinctively that great and wondrous things were waiting for him.
Today was that day.
All my forty years of life had led me to this. High school. College. Business school. Six-figure salary. My first million. And on and on. But all of that paled in comparison to thrill that I was feeling today. As I packed my bags, I struggled desperately to restrain the excitement that was threatening to tear me apart.
“You’re really leaving, aren’t you, daddy?”
I turned to the sweet brunette that stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Sixteen and slender, with long legs and a trim waist, she made quite the picture.
But no, I wasn’t thinking of my daughter, Jacqueline, in that way. Not at all.
“Sweetie, I have a very important business trip,” I said. “I don’t want to leave you, but you know my responsibilities.”
“Of course, daddy,” she said. “Have a nice trip.”
She kissed me and left.
I gathered my things and was about to call for Kelly, my driver. Just then, I remembered the case in my safe. I couldn’t leave without that. It would be necessary when I reached my final destination.
All the way to the airport, I could think of nothing but my destination. Even the normally arousing thoughts of Kelly’s legs, lips and tits couldn’t hold my attention.
When I arrived at the airport, I saw the private jet that had been sent for me. Two very attractive blondes met me as I boarded. Jana and Karina. I learned that they were both Swedish, both sisters and that both had been sent specifically for me.
We took off for the Island.
“We expect a flight time of three hours and twenty minutes, Mr. Anderson,” Jana said. Or was it Karina? They weren’t twins, but it was still hard to tell them apart. It was Jana, I decided. She smiled at me. “Would you like some refreshing champagne to wet your whistle? Or a refreshing pair of lips?”
“The lips sound better,” I said.
Jana went down on me right there. Her luscious lips slurped me inside and pleasured me with a sweet vacuum. As she did, Karina came up behind me and caressed my shoulders. I held off for almost ten minutes before filling Jana’s mouth with come. She pulled off and smiled up at me, her lips flecked with white.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.
“We were told to take care of you in every way possible,” Karina said.
“And,” Jana continued. “Our masters demand obedience from us. We aspire to be very good slut slaves.”
“Does that mean that you are obedient to me?” I asked.
“Most definitely, Master,” Jana said while caressing my cock. “Give either of us a command and we will obey.”
“Then I want Karina on her knees and sucking my cock like you just did. And I want you on your back, licking your sister’s pussy.”
Smiling, the sisters performed for me. I tried many different positions. In fact, I was fucking Karina’s pussy and bouncing her up and down on my cock as we arrived and landed on the island.
Chapter Two – The Forbidden Island
“Mr. Anderson? Mr. Evan Anderson, it is so good to finally meet you, sir!”
The man who greeted me was a few years older than me and heavier, with prematurely white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was English, as evidenced by his accent.
We shook hands.
“Jana and Karina treated you well, I take it?”
“Ah, yes,” I said. “Most agreeably.”
“Good, good,” the man said. “I would so dislike having to punish them, at least before it is their time. After all, punishment should be enjoyed by all!”
“And your name is, sir?” I asked.
“Oh, so sorry, my dear chap,” he said. “You can call me Mr. Lloyd, sir. Former Royal Navy Commander.”
“And you are a client, here?” I asked.
“We call them owners,” Lloyd said, “for the clients do indeed own the Club and the Island. And no, I am not an owner, merely the administrator of this facility. Jana! Karina! Take Mr. Anderson’s bags to his bungalow.”
The two girls each took a bag and headed off happily, their shapely calves flashing in the evening light of the tropical paradise.
We both watched them go.
“You do have the payment, Mr. Anderson?” Lloyd prompted.
“Right here, Mr. Lloyd,” I said.
“Oh, it’s just Lloyd, sir,” he said. “And thank you, very much!” He opened the briefcase and surveyed the money. “Everything seems to be in order. Quite a tidy sum, isn’t it?”
“Ten million dollars,” I said. “I do hope your facilities are worth it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, sir,” Lloyd assured me. “You’ll find them quite stimulating. And Jana and Karina will be at your disposal, quite literally, during your stay here.”
“Tell me about the island, Mr. Lloyd.” I said.
“What do you wish to know?”
“Everything,” I said. “From the beginning.”
“From the beginning?” he asked. “Very well, then. This little island, which the Commodore has somewhat dramatically named ‘the Forbidden Island’ is the home to Club Fatale: the world’s one and only snuff resort. Absolutely any woman that you dream of can be found here, or procured for you. And she will be yours, absolutely, to do with as you wish. Fuck her, beat her, enslave her or snuff her, it’s all up to you: you are truly limited only by your desires and your whim. Even our staff is available for the pleasure of the owners.”
“And I could carry this out however I wish, Mr. Lloyd?” I asked. “And to whomever I wish? Say, to her, for example.”
I pointed to a young lady walking towards us. She had fiery red hair and a tennis racket in one hand. She wore a short white skirt and a cotton blouse. A tight black collar was wound about her neck. She looked as if she were on her way for some practice. As she got closer, I could read her nametag: Patricia.
The girl stopped when I pointed. Her face fell at my look and she put her hands behind her back and hung her head in a sort of submissive pose.
“Of course you would be allowed to, sir,” Lloyd said. “We aim to please. But I must caution you. It will take some time to learn the finer points of snuffing, sir. There are classes to be taken and tests to be passed, after which time you will be granted full membership and accorded status in the Club. And, of course, you must respect the property of others. Any girl wearing a black collar is the property of the Club and is, therefore, free for use. Excessive snuffing of the staff will bring cautions and eventually warnings from myself or the Commodore. But you can safely expect that a girl per week is well within limitations, with unrestricted sexual use. Any girl wearing a colored collar is off limits unless express permission is given by her owner. Which I don’t think will be a problem with most owners, sir. Most are free with their girls’ attentions. Just don’t ask to snuff them; it’s an insult unless invited. White-collars, of course, are the most important to look out for.”
“What does the white mean?” I asked.
“It signifies that the girl is one of the Commodore’s personal concubines. Under no circumstances are you to dally with a white-collar unless the Commodore himself allows and wishes you to. Which would be a rare treat, indeed.”
“I see,” I said. I put my fingers to the chin of the redheaded girl. “It would be a thrill to snuff her, right here and now…”
The girl looked at me, her eyes filled with dread. Still, her body pose was submissive.
“But, I suppose that you are right, Mr. Lloyd,” I said, finally. “I shouldn’t jump in head first.”
“As you say, sir,” Lloyd responded. He nodded and the girl continued on her way, an extra spring in her step.
As we kept walking, I was treated to many exotic sights. Beautiful girls from all over the world were present, lounging in the pools, playing indoor and outdoor games with several patrons of the Club.
One and all, the girls were beautiful.
“And where do you get such fine ladies, Mr. Lloyd?”
“Our source of Femmes — that’s what we call them, for obvious reasons — is a world-wide system of criminal enterprises. Brothels, of course, are a prime source. Sex traffickers also provide many fine Femmes. But we do a large amount of recruiting from colleges and universities all around the world. The Femmes never know that they are being recruited as snuff-puppets, of course. The tennis player we met, Trisha, she was a medical student at Dartmouth. She believed that she was being recruited for medical missionary work in South Africa. We appropriated her. On paper, she had a run in with the soldiers of a local dictator and was unfortunately killed.”
I was silent as we walked down to the beach. Several large bonfires were already being prepared. I asked Lloyd what for and he told me that there was a party tonight: BBQ, drinking and girls. Lots of girls.
We stopped at the bar for an early drink and were served by a black-collar with midnight hair and tanned skin that spoke of her Caribbean ancestry.
“I think I’ll take a blowjob with my drink…” I said, struggling to read her nametag.
“Sophia.”
Quickly, the dark-haired woman knelt and embraced me with her lips.
“She’s a fine specimen, sir,” Lloyd said. “One of our best when it comes to oral stimulation. I snuffed her sister myself, just last week. Tossed her right into the fire, just over there, hands and feet bound after the best blowjob of my life. She screamed like the very devil, while Sophia there cleaned my cock with her lips.”
I thought about the deliciousness of seeing something like that as I came in the brunette’s mouth. She choked on my come.
“Back to work, lass,” Lloyd said. “I need another tequila.”
Sophia hurried to prepare a drink for the man who had murdered her sister.
Just then, two men passed by with three women in tow. The younger man stopped and spoke.
“Lloyd!” he said. “Long time, no see, mate. How’s it going?”
“Just great, sir!” Lloyd said. “Jacob, I want you to meet Mr. Evan Anderson. Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Jacob Nelson. His distinguished companion is Mr. Dan Gates.”
“Call me Jake,” the younger man said.
“Dan,” the white-haired man said.
“Evan,” I responded, and shook hands with both.
Behind Jake was a sumptuous blonde woman in a yellow dress. I noticed that she was wearing a blue collar. She had devastating good looks and sultry eyes and I wagered that she was a handful in bed.
Dan Gates had a pair of brunettes that bore red collars about their necks. They were petite, but had beautiful faces just right for fucking. They wore red blouses, short skirts and black fuck-me heels.
“Mr. Nelson has been abroad for several weeks,” Lloyd informed me. “Somewhere in the middle east, I believe. Somewhere that there are no women to speak of.”
“I made it back just in time,” Jacob said. “It’s Bonfire Night, tonight.”
“What is Bonfire Night?” I asked.
“Best night of the week, sir,” Lloyd said.
Jacob winked at me. “I don’t know if you’d believe me, Evan. You’ll just have to see for yourself. But Lloyd’s right, it’s a great time!”
I chatted with Lloyd, Dan and Jacob until Bonfire Night began. I discovered that Jake had been a member in the Club for only a couple of years. He was one of the newest, while Dan Gates was one of the original ten members of the club. The blonde’s name was Kelly. The brunettes were Teri and Tori.
Before I knew it, Bonfire Night started.
As the fires were lit, a young brunette girl was brought out. Her clothes were quickly torn away from her and she was passed from man to man. She made a pretty sight, as she rode each patron’s cock for a minute or two.
“Are you going to participate, Evan?” Jacob asked.
“I thought I’d just watch the first time,” I responded. I didn’t really know how it worked here.
“Then could you do me a favor?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Watch Kelly for me,” he said. “She likes to run away if I leave her unattended, and I just have to join in. Feel free to use her how you like.”
Jacob quickly joined the horde of men enjoying themselves by abusing the girl. They crowded around her, fucking her holes and rubbing her tits and body. She was bent over and her face was fucked mercilessly.
More patrons gathered around her, rubbing the girl’s face and lips with cocks and fucking her throat until she cried out and nearly suffocated. Finally they knelt her in the sand and bukkaked her face in groups of twos and threes. There were nearly thirty men there, all of them with raging hard-ons.
“Last call!” one man yelled out.
He pulled her head back and held her for the others, as they dumped loads of semen onto her until her mouth filled up and overflowed.
The girl struggled, but with one man holding her face up and another pinching her nose, it was clear that she was doomed. She sputtered and spit, but more semen was ejaculated on her face every few seconds, and each time a man turned away, spent, another took his place with a hard, semen-filled cock.
Finally, the convulsing brown-haired girl was still. She had drowned in the horde’s jizm, her knees in the sand. The men cheered her sacrifice and a pointed steel spit was brought out. In no time, the girl was impaled upon it and stretched out over the fire to roast. She was declared the queen of the night, the feast of honor.
It was all utterly fascinating to me.
As I watched, I fucked Kelly. The buxom girl bounced up and down on my cock, then knelt to finish me with a blowjob. She sucked the come from my shaft just as the brunette girl breathed her last.
Dan finished with his load in Teri’s waiting mouth and Lloyd ejected his come into the borrowed Tori’s pussy.
Jacob returned, covered in sweat.
I was still staring at the girl, unable to take my eyes off of her. “Who was she?” I asked Jacob when he returned.
“Beverly, I think,” Jacob said. “She had a way with her mouth, let me tell you!”
“Poor cousin Beverly,” Kelly said with a tear in her eye.
I looked at Kelly and my cock grew hard again. Had I really come in the mouth of this beautiful blonde as her brunette cousin was snuffed? I shook my head at the surreal nature of this wondrous place.
I watched Kelly’s lithe cousin as she roasted on the spit, rotated by two female chefs who continually prodded her body to make sure she would be evenly done.
Into the night, I drank and ate Beverly stakes.
Jacob declared them the best he had had in his life and offered some to Kelly, who merely shook her head and cried. In the end, Jacob face-fucked Kelly and came on her lips as he ate the last of her cousin’s meat.
We all chatted and Dan passed his girls around. I got to fuck Teri and Tori that night and Kelly, again. I luxuriated in her tears as I ejaculated into her pussy.
More girls were brought out to be face-fucked and raped. Several were snuffed.
Finally, I returned to my bungalow and fucked Jana and Karina deep into the night, high on the depravities that I had witnessed on the wonderful Forbidden Island.

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sleepover fun part 1 – the night before

Authors note: please go easy on me; this is my first time writing a sex story of any kind. I’m writing about the first time my fiancé (who was just my boyfriend back then) and I fucked. It’s going to be separated into 2 parts, this is part one
Name: Kate (me)
Age: 14
Hair/eye color: artificially colored, shoulder length red hair and honey colored brown eyes
Height: 5”1
Body description: short for my age, slightly chubby around the middle, average sized chest (36B)
Name: Seth (my boyfriend)
Age: 16
Hair/eye color: natural dirty blonde hair and blue-gray eyes with white streaks
Height: between 5”9’ and 5”11’
Body description: overly chubby (likes to call himself fluffy)
This happened around late January. Seth’s dad was in the middle of a divorce with his wife and she was at the house causing trouble. His dad didn’t want him or his siblings around when she was there so, since my family was the only one they knew (they had just recently moved to our town) his dad set it up with my mom for Seth and his younger brother to stay with my brother and their sister to stay with me. I was excited because that meant I got to spend a lot of alone time with Seth because my dad was away on a business trip and my mom’s health wasn’t the best so she couldn’t get up out of bed much and wouldn’t be able to supervise us.
When Seth came over we decided to watch a movie and since our brothers were on the Xbox in the living room the only other television in the house was in my parents’ bedroom. When my dad’s not home no one sleeps in the master bedroom because the bed is too hard for my mom’s back so she sleeps on the couch which is softer. So we took our movie and went to cuddle on the bed. We started out with the door open but slowly closed it more and more because we kept getting disturbed. We watched movies all evening and then around midnight we decided to try and stay up all night. So we went to get dressed for bed before we continued our movie marathon. I decided to tease Seth while we watched our movies, knowing he wouldn’t do anything in my house so I wore a spaghetti strap nightgown that barley reached mid way down my thighs.
When I went back into the room I saw he was in a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt. We settle down on the bed and start watching our movie and since it’s a movie I had already seen I decided to mess with my boyfriend instead. Every few minutes I would move around and purposefully slide my nightgown up a little, or I would let one of the straps fall off my shoulder and pretend not to notice. I saw him glance a few times but he managed to ignore me so I turned it up a little. Since we were sitting right beside each other I put my hand on his leg, right above his knee and started stroking the inside of his leg. Soft and slow, then every once in a while I’d rake my hand halfway up his thigh, using my nails lightly then move my hand lower again but keep it higher than it was before.
After doing this a few times my hand was resting on his upper leg, softly stroking his inner thigh, purposefully brushing his hard on lightly every few seconds. After about five minutes of this I assume I drove him crazy because one second he was sitting beside me, the next he was on top of me, kissing me deeply before moving to kiss and suck on my neck aggressively. His hips start grinding against mine and I can feel his member pressing against the powder blue panties I’m wearing and I realize that my night gown had slipped up around my waist at some point. He kisses me deeply and with more passion than he had kissed me with before and then leaned down and whispered in my ear “you know you haven’t been very fair. Teasing me all through the movie” then he nips my ear and rolls over so I’m on top of him, straddling his waist.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss, grinding his hips into me at the same time. The sudden rush of pleasure causes me to release a quiet moan, which seems to just turn him on more. I feel him move his hands to the end of my nightgown, which is bunched around my waist, and start tugging it upwards. I get his meaning and sit up, letting him strip me of my night gown. I’m now straddling my boyfriend, wearing nothing but a pair of powder blue panties. After a few seconds of simply looking at my chest his hands ghost up my sides and start softly massaging my breasts. When he runs the rough pad of his thumb over one of my nipples I gasp and bite my lip. He continues to play with my breasts for a minute or two, his actions getting rougher and more excited by the minute. Suddenly he pulls me down to him and slowly puts his mouth around one of my hardened nipples and slowly sucks and licks it. His action send a sudden electric shock through me, eliciting a gasp and a quiet moan, I have to bite my lip to keep from making another sound. After hearing me moan and seeing me bite my lip he whisper “don’t, I want to hear you” then he starts grinding his hips against me again, this time much more enthusiastically, trying to make me moan. His actions succeed in making me moan again. We stop for a moment to catch our breath and I sit up a bit, my hands on his chest. After I’ve caught my breath a little I whisper “where did that come from?” And smile. He looks at me and slightly out of breath replies “sorry, seeing you like that just made me lose control. I gave into my instincts” I role over, off of him, and cuddle up to him. “Don’t apologize, I liked that, I really liked that” I whisper to him. I reach for my night gown and rewind our movie to the last thing we watched. I put my nightgown back on and crawl into bed.
“Let’s go to sleep” I say to him after the movie ends. We’d slept in the same bed a few times before when id stayed at his house, his dad was okay with it. “No, Kate, we can’t, if your mom find out she’ll be pissed” he says and moves to get up. I grab his arm and look up at him, giving him my best pouty face “no we won’t, its already 2 am, we’ll just say we fell asleep watching the movie” I say. He looks at me for a moment then sighs “fine but if we get in trouble I’m holding you responsible” he says and lays back down. I try not to smile and reply “okay” and snuggle up next to him. We leave the movie playing but turn the volume down a little. I role on my side and scoot back so that my back is against his chest but the rest of me is just a little away from him. He notices this and pulls me so that I am directly against him. He leans over kisses my cheek then whispers in my ear “goodnight love, see you in the morning”

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Fantasy

Who’s your master!!

As the taxi pulled away from the parking lot I looked down at the card I printed out and then looked back up to the huge hotel. I walked up to the door wondering why he would want a little kid like me to come to such a fancy place. As I walked inside I was amazed at the beautiful scenery inside the immaculate hotel. Stunned I walked up to the front desk with my note secure in my hands. The bell on the desk gleamed brightly as I gently tapped it.
“Hello welcome to the Tipton how may I help you?” said the manger behind the desk smiling down upon me.
“Umm… yes ma`ma I need to find room 475 where is that?” I said studying my note once more.
“O you go down the hall and get on the elevator it’s on the 8th floor and u go right, straight down the hall ok sweetie.” The lady said grinning.
I smiled back and politely said “Thank You.” as I started my way down the hall.
Still thinking about what happened earlier today I blindly pressed the 8th floor button. As I went over everything in my head flashbacks filled my mind. I read my note once more out of anticipation. It read “Dear Dominique, You seem like a very excellent person and ive wanted to meet you for quite a while please come to the Tipton hotel and go to room 475” My thoughts stopped as soon as the doors opened and I walked out. “Hmmm I can’t wait to meet this person finally.” I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hall going right.
My thoughts came back as my anticipation grew. As I made it to the door I knocked gently and found the door to be open. “Should I go in?” I asked myself quietly
“Well I was told to come to this room so whoever it is must be expecting me.” I said in almost a whisper as I entered the big room.
“Hello!?” I called out looking around. “Hheellloo!” I called once more. I walked in all the way and looked around “Is anybody here?” I said silently. I turned around and saw a note propped up on a tray sitting on a table along with a silk blindfold. I picked up the note and read it quietly. “Hello Dominique I know you’ve been curious about what’s goanna happen today well I have some very interesting plans for you.” My mind started to race “The reason ive asked you here is for me to know and you to find out very soon, what I would like for you to do is put on the blindfold I have set out for you on the tray and strip down. I shall accompany you shortly so feel free to lie down on the bed and wait.” I re-read the note quickly an put it back on the tray. I took the blindfold in my hands and held it for a second. “A blindfold? Why in the world would I possibly need a blindfold for?” I asked myself as I stripped out of my jeans. As I got more excited about these plans I began to feel my panties get damp and warm. I slid them off followed by my coat and shirt. I stood there naked and hot. I picked up the blindfold and walked over to the bed and sat down. I tied it and saw nothing but blackness. I thought about the note and lay down on the bed with my hands folded over my tummy.
After about 15 minutes I heard the door of the room shut and gentle steps approach me. “Well well well …..” said a mild Irish accent.
“I’m very pleased that you’ve made it Dominique, ive been expecting you.” DPM said gently resting a hand over mines “Are you wondering why you have a blindfold over you?” he asked sweetly.
I nodded my head
“Well,” he said getting up….. “We’ve been talking for sometime and I’ve been wondering for quite a while what a night with you would be like, you as my slave me as your master.” He said running his finger gently over my cheek. “Master?” I asked quietly. “Yes indeed are you up to this?” he asked. His touch excited every nerve in my young body. I felt my snatch get wetter with every stroke of his hands across my cheek.
I nodded my head once more.
“But what’s the blin-…..” before I finished the sentence I was interrupted with a gentle “eh but master what’s the blindfold for, if you wish to addressee me you must do so with a respectful ‘master’ and I will choose to answer or not understand?” he said pulling his hand away from my cheek I felt him grab one of my wrist and then handcuff it to the bed then the other.
“Yes master.” I said quietly
“Good.” He said back. I felt his hands return to me only not my face this time on my tummy. He touched gentle and soft, delicately like a feather. He ran his fingers slowly over my stomach up to the undersides of my chest and moved away from them, to my neck. His hands gently rubbed my neck and ran down to my shoulders. As he kept teasing me I got more and more excited! He placed his gentle fingers on my thigh and ran them around and around carefully.
“Slave girl open your legs for your master so I may see your sweet young pussy.” He said still touching me gently. I opened them slowly as I felt warm liquid slide down onto the bed beneath me. He started to chuckle “I see you’re excited about this.” He said going in between my legs. He sat there and began to touch gently around the insides of my legs. Running them up and down slowly. As he continued to do this he got closer and closer to my snatch then he’d jus pull away and start over. My mind started to race again my pulse was going wacky my body was getting weak with ever stroke of his loving hands. A squeal escaped my throat when he finally did gently tap a sensitive spot in my pussy. All he did was chuckle lightly and continued to touch around my legs. I loved this even tho he didn’t openly jus give it to me….. In fact I think that’s why I wanted it more then I ever have. Something about his ways just gave me a tingly feeling that went up and down my spine in to the pit of my tummy.
Suddenly every nerve ending in me almost exploded when he started to rub my snatch. He gently rubbed my extremely sensitive and wet clitoris and I couldn’t help but squeal at every touch, but then he told me to close my legs. Huh??? I asked in my head. But I just decided to be obedient slave and I closed them back up without saying a word. He once again touched me gently over my body till finally he came up to my ear and whispered silently “Open your legs again I want to see how good my slave taste.” When he said that I felt something that kinda twitched down in my stomach it was a pleasurable twitch that, once more, made my heart beat fast. I opened them again, and felt him get between my legs again.” Slowly he rubbed my clit again his touch was smooth and loving; all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating out of its chest.
Then I felt his tongue flick over my clit and I almost blew right then and there. He began to suck, lick and tease my pussy driving me outta my mind with pleasure till I began to feel an intensely powerful surge go threw my body up my spine, I was gonna cum. I then loudly moaned “Oooo master im going to cum!!!”
He rose his mouth up from my aching snatch and then walked away. I lie there trying to catch my breath. How in the world is he making me experience so much pleasure by doing so little? I was still pondering on it when he cam back to the room.
“ahem….” He whispered in my ear “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” I felt a grin sweep my face but then quickly I got serious again “I apologize for my incompetence my master.” I said quietly. I rubbed leg once more and said
“Well don’t let it happen again.”
Then he told me to open my legs up wider than b4efore. Like a good slave I did as I was told. I basically did a split in the air and waited. Then I felt my master’s warm wet tongue tease my clit once again. I sighed a very pleasurable sigh and lay there as he rocked my world. Soon I started feeling that Cumming feeling so I quickly tried to stifle the thought off my mind I started to squirm because the thought wasn’t leaving. I started thinking off other things like how I know my mom is probably wondering where I am or other things and it was working pretty well. After a while he moved up from my snatch and got close to my ear again. His warm breath captivated me.
“Since you’ve been such a good little slave, not Cumming before I told you to, I wanna reward you.” I just nodded my head and a gentle “yes master” escaped my lips.
“Open your legs once more for your master.” He said kindly. I opened them wondering what my reward would be, if he was gonna eat me out till I came or fingered me so I could finally cum.
Soon I felt something hard rubbing against my pussy but it was much thicker than a tongue or a finger it was his cock. I could feel myself slipping into ecstasy. His cock excited me more then his mouth and fingers. He slowly rubbed his dick around my dripping wet snatch, carefully running it over my clit then near my cunt then quickly pulling away.
“Very clever master I have….” I thought to myself as he continued to play with my honey pot. Suddenly after a while of him stroking me so tenderly I felt the head of his cock prop up against the entrance of me. I bit my lip and sorta jerked as he slowly entered in me. His cock felt different then the other ones ive dealt with. It felt like it was to be curved, curved and long. He penetrated me deeply and slow and held it there for a second or two. Then pulled out completely he entered me once more only about half way then pulled out once more. He kept that up for a while, driving me crazy with lust. I started to squirm and push myself down on his cock and get in better contact with it. He could definitely tell I wanted it “Does my slave need something more?” he asked me
I shook my head no. “Be honest my sweet slave…..” he said quizzitivly
I quietly said
“Yes master.” He chuckled once more and pulled out of me and started to rub his cock around my pussy again. And then he got up and stood over me, and rubbed his cock up and down my tummy. I felt the now cool liquid from my snatch streak on my stomach each time his cock passed it. I started to get tense in anticipation. I started to crave DPM’s cock more than anything.
Finally he went back over to my aching pussy and placed his cock at my entrance once more. I braced myself; I felt my writs go numb at the feeling of being handcuffed for so long. Soon I felt his curved cock slide into me slowly. I gritted my teeth as I felt all my sensual tension store up in my tummy again. He went in about half way then pulled back out not but he didn’t pull all the way out this time. Instead he jus penetrated me deeper and slower. His curved cock bumped against my g-spot and sent a tingly feeling up my thru my veins. He continued to slowly go inch by inch till he was in the hilt of me. I moaned silently and started to breath heavy.
He put a hand on my stomach and started to rub it as he began to slowly push himself into me. He started slowly letting his cock slide in then pulling far back then sliding back in. Each time he pushed in his cock would brush pass my g-spot which each time brought me closer to my climax. Then he began pushing into me harder with each stroke. I was going to cum any second I could tell. He began to thrust into me.
“Oooo master!!” I cried as I felt him hit the hilt of me once more. His cock filled my pussy up and it felt so good, every thrust and push drove me closer to an orgasm. Then it happened I came…… hard thanks to all that sexual tension that’s been stored up. The orgasm made me a tad limp but I was still up for this. He continued to give me heavy pounding each throw down into me made me weaker and weaker and I didn’t even know this mans true name. As he fucked me I felt every vein of his cock slip into me then back out which added to the intense pleasure I was already getting.
I was having multiple orgasms each one more powerful then the next. If you were to walk anywhere near the room all you would is the constant orgasmic moans, and squeals coming from me. Soon after an hour or so he slowly pulled out of me and un-did my hand cuffs. I rubbed my wrist and sat up. I started taking of my blindfold till I heard him say
“No no you’re going to keep it on, right now I want you to give me a finale.” He said lying down. I wondered what he meant that is until I felt him grab my hand and placed it on his cock. I then crawled over on top of him in a 69 position and felt around and found his cock and wrapped it with both hands. I started to rub it and I was right it was curved; it’s was thick to and long. I didn’t jus wanna touch it I wanted to taste it. I gently put my mouth over the head of his cock and started to gently lick and tease it with my tongue.
“Do you like this my master?” I asked quietly.
“‘It’s sufficient slave.” He said as I continued to lick and suck on the tip. I started to lick the under side of it up and down then get back to the tip. After a few minutes of that my master said to me
“That’s enough slave, take it deep in your mouth and suck it hard like the little nymph you are.”
When he said that I felt a need for it deep in my throat. So I put both hands around it and opened my mouth wide. I got my lips around it and got about 3-4 inches of him down my slender throat. I ran my hand over the remanding part and felt about 4 or 5 more to go. So I relaxed my throat muscles and slid it about three more inches down. I began to suck and roll my tongue over what was in my mouth and started to bob my head up and down. His cock felt hard and stiff in my mouth. And the way his cock curved at a certain angle made it easy for me to get it down.
“Good slave, faster now, as fast as you can…” I heard him say as he started to rub my clit. I then started to bob my head hard and fast as fast as I could. I felt the need to please my master. “O yes that’s a very good slave.” He said as I contracted my throat around his cock.
As he continued to rub my clit I began to get that ‘im about to cum feeling’ and started to squirm but quickly regained focus.
“Ah yes slave harder, harder and faster.” He said in somewhat of a moan. I tightened my lips and made my throat contract a few more times to make it tighter around his cock and began to throat fuck his cock. Soon after a while I couldn’t take it any more the way he rubbed my clit was better than I ever did I came once again. I started to shake a little then I got back to my job. His cock filled my mouth and throat and it was getting ready to blow after a while. Suddenly I felt his cock expand in my throat so I braced myself for a mouth full of cum, and he blew. His hot steamy cum coated my throat and slid down into my tummy. Squirt after squirt his cum filled me mouth. I swallowed it all and rolled off of him. He was breathing heavy in long drags as I lay next to him. I started to take off my blindfold once more but he put his hand over mines and said
“No no.” again.
I removed my hands from my blind fold and just laid there tried and weak. I heard him get up and walk over to pick up his clothes.
“Master?” I said quietly
“Yes slave girl.”
“May I know your true name?”
I heard a zipper go up and a slight chuckle
“That, my dear slave, is for me to know and you to find out……..”
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A Second Life – 1

Well, here’s one from Cathy and I and Cathy’s stepfather. Cathy and I started it then he added a lot of the stuff about the old man’s memories – an old guy who thinks he should have been a girl. In our SF fantasy he gets both that wish and the implicit one. He doesn’t want to be an 82 year old woman. He wants to be a young, gorgeous babe. By the way “Otis”, Cathy’s stepfather, is only 58, so even he is only guessing what goes on in the mind of a really old man.
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Chapter 1: Another Life
I woke up slowly, not having any idea why I was now a female. The breasts would have been hint enough. They were firm and shapely. The kind I’d always adored most of my seventy years living on this world as an adult male. But I was laying flat on a bed or padded table. It wasn’t until I sat up some hours later that I would fully experience the force of gravity reminding me that I now definitely had mammary glands, nice squeezable ones.
The first indication was my missing genitals. I can’t say I was terrible upset because I was very heavily sedated. And besides, my body no longer felt like it should have genitals, at least not male ones. I could hardly lift my arms. But even without touching myself I could feel that I was now equipped with a cavity.
A man walked in the room, a young handsome man, strong looking. I knew, even without noticing his uniform, that he was a male nurse.
I think he said hello but my hearing was still very poor. The man laid his hand on my waist and massaged my belly a little. It felt good. And for some reason my new female body liked being touched by such a sexy male. Until Max touched me, I had not noticed my own nudity.
Phoenix had discovered right from the beginning that sexual eroticism was the best way to revive a sleeper. It was a fact that interested the press and spawned many a cheap romance tale of oldsters waking up in young bodies and falling in love with their nurses. The silly thing is it’s true, happens every time and hardly merits a story. It’s just good medical practice. The other thing is that these nurses hardly ever have mutual sex with their patients. Within a short while Max would start giving me the first of many orgasms. But by the time I could do for him what I wanted to do, I would no longer need his help and he would be working with a new female patient.
I knew about Phoenix. Everyone did. The company was the first and still most successful of those offering un-aging. The process was expensive. Some said unnecessarily so. With population pressure always a problem, recycling oldsters was just another way of adding to the burden. Making it affordable to everyone would make it a significant problem. The government had come up with a compromise. Tax it of course! The rich could afford a second chance, the middle class if they saved. The actual numbers who managed to pony up the fee where not so great. They added insignificantly to the added burden of new babies each year. And starting life again as an already educated adult meant a lot of resources were saved by not needing to educate newbies. Of course, training was often necessary if the person actually expected to work as a professional of some sort, even in the field he had been in fifty years earlier.
People who emerged from the tanks were legally the same age as when they entered. The process un-aged you. It did not un-grow you. It could do that, but tests with animals had shown you only get one chance to mature. If you took an eighty year old woman and regressed her back to a ten year old, she would start aging slowly, but would never mature, never reach adolescence. Most humans do not want to spend a second life time in the aging body of a child. So Phoenix was careful to stop at a point where maturity is completed and aging barely started. For females this left the woman seemingly about sixteen, for males around nineteen.
After my wife and son died together in an accident I had little to live for. I’d been retired for twenty years and was bored with my life of leisure, especially living it as a lonely old fart some eighty-two years of age. What Phoenix offered wasn’t what everyone wanted, even those who could afford it. Marge and I couldn’t afford it so we never had to make a choice. Then there was just me, and my son had this big life insurance policy he’d started in his thirties when he thought he was getting married. Since the girl had gotten cold feet, it turned out I was his only heir. No parent wants to inherit money from their child! I felt like killing myself. I remember wondering at one point if Phoenix was a way out of my misery. But it was only a passing speculation as far as I could remember. Apparently I was the one in three who had significant “short term” memory loss, because I had no memory of ever actually changing my mind and contacting the company. The last thing I could remember for sure was my birthday when I turned 82. Not having either my wife or son there had been especially depressing.
But waking up in the body of a luscious sixteen year old girl, it was hard to let myself be depressed. Martin Hess was some other person who had died a lonely old man. Man? That was the one thing that I could find no theory for. Phoenix didn’t change people’s sex. It only made them younger!
It was hard to communicate with Max. I could hardly talk. Even my whispers sounded like grunts, though that was an improvement from twenty minutes earlier. I could now hear and understand him when he said something. But communication was all one way. The second time he told me his name I understood him. But when his talented hands moved up toward my breasts, I lost interest in everything other than that delicious feeling. It had been so many years since I’d had an erection I could hardly remember being a functional male. And it had been many years before that since the last time a woman had given my penis this kind of attention. My wife had never liked sucking or fondling my member, though she had enjoyed intercourse into our late fifties. I was about forty-five the last time I’d paid a professional to give me a hand job. AIDS hadn’t been cured then so she wasn’t about to suck me. Anyway, I don’t remember her hands on my penis feeling anywhere as good as Max’s hands on my new overly ripe tits.
As a young man I’d always been interested in the question of who enjoyed sex more. Partly I sort of wondered if I was really a man myself. Somewhere inside I maybe wanted to be a woman. I loved heterosexual sex, the idea of male and female genitals locked together, the feel of myself inside a woman. But I always longed to know what it felt like for her to have me inside her vagina, or on those few occasions, inside her heinie. When I had fantasies, I was the female being ravished by one or more very male studs. But being the male in real life was still much better than not having sex.
I often wondered if I would like a homosexual relationship. But I was never tempted to find out. I could fantasize about being a sweet young girl having her pretty ass reamed. But I didn’t think I wanted anything to do with a man who’d find my hairy old ass attractive. And I didn’t feel any temptation myself to fuck other men, even young attractive ones.
Toward the end of the twentieth century they had developed sex change operations, with some interest in the male to female direction. I never heard much about women being given artificial penises, but the creation of an artificial vagina was practiced. Breasts were relatively simple. Give a guy girl hormones and “she” grows breasts, functional ones. With about the same prep as a regular woman who hasn’t had a baby, these breasts can be made to lactate. That part sounded interesting. Imagine having a man suckle my nipples and taste my abundant milk? Certainly orgasmic! Apparently the hormones also made “her” body less hairy and often improved “her” head hair.
But the vaginas they made didn’t sound so good. They cut an incision in the muscle, cut your penis in half and insert it inside out into the hole. This gives you nerve endings inside so you can feel something inside this cavity. But would it feel like you were a woman getting laid? Without a cervix? No womb? And probably not even the right feelings, just stupid feelings. I couldn’t believe it would be worthwhile. And what man would want to fuck such a klugey cavity? “Her” anus would probably be much better.
One thing I didn’t need Max to tell. However it had happened, what now opened up between my thighs was the real McCoy. I knew there was all the right equipment there inside this very female body. I didn’t know if I could conceive and give birth, though it felt like I could. It certainly felt like, with this body, I could have fun trying to get myself knocked up. Boy could I have fun! My life long fantasy, being a young, attractive female with eager men making love to me! I just knew I’d do for all these future men what women had rarely done for me, what women rarely do for men.
Most women like to make love by having sex. Men like to have sex and make love. The difference is women like my wife, Marge, don’t really want sex except to have babies. The rest of the time it’s just something men want to do. Marge always wanted to “just cuddle” especially after we were beyond the baby making stage. Every time she suggested it I felt like I died a little. It made it abundantly clear how little she’d cared for sex itself. And what every man wants, me included, was a woman who craved the sex itself along with the love making.
We have this fantasy, we men do, that there are women out there who crave sex the way we do. We don’t ever meet them, except maybe on the street in the red light district. But you never know if she’s just pretending. And many of them don’t even bother pretending. During my long marriage, in my thirties and forties, I occasionally paid for sex so I could enjoy some variety. It was never anywhere as good as the few affairs I had when a horny neighbor would fuck me only because she wanted me to fuck her. Those few times were always the best, doing it with a sexy woman who had no other reason for having you inside her vagina except that she wanted you there. And one of them wanted it in her fanny almost as much as in her pussy! Anal sex with a woman who liked anal sex! Marge did it a few times when we were first married and never learned to like it.
In my thirties the prostitutes were simply a diversion, putting my penis inside the vaginas of different women. The few really interesting experiences were again with neighbors, bondage, anal sex, fellacio. Cunnilingus too. My lovers always liked that. But the whores who wouldn’t suck my dick would let me eat them. They always seemed mildly surprised when I did it but didn’t tell me not to.
In my forties, my interest in whores became even less demanding. I wasn’t having affairs. My wife was one of the few women I’d ever been in bed with who didn’t want me to eat her, though it became necessary as she got older if we didn’t use KY. I longed for a woman who would spread her thighs in pleasure when I went down on her. Fellacio from professionals was still out, but hand jobs with lubricant was fine. So I’d do coitus with my wife about once a week and about once a year I’d pay a whore to touch my erection with her fingers and let me kiss and lick her vagina, which surprised most of them. I never bothered to explain to them that I was getting enough missionary sex from my wife. I think I was forty-five the last time I paid for a hand job.
God! Almost forty years ago! No wonder I can’t remember it well enough to compare it to the tit squeezing Max is giving me. And here you’d think I could actually make the call, having been a man and now finding myself a young woman. I suppose if I’d just been a young man I’d be able to make the judgment call. But I know my life long prejudices are clouding my feelings. I always believed a woman could potentially enjoy sex more than a man, though I could never understand why they were so often reluctant to do so. Anyway, I am convinced that what I’m feeling is much better than what would be experienced by a male body in this situation.
Max has just asked me something which I didn’t quite understand. I hope he was asking me if I wanted him to be a bit more intimate in his fondling. Whatever he asked I smile because I think I will love anything he does to me.
He is now massaging my legs. It feels wonderful, especially my thighs, even when he isn’t brushing up against my crotch. I even like what he keeps doing to my feet! But now he’s cupping my genitals. My pussy lips cupped into the palm of a beautiful man. I never expected this. I never expected having pussy lips though I’ve often had them in my daydreams. I don’t miss my penis at all, because I’m not even remotely a male any more and don’t even have any residual feelings, only memories. I remember caressing women this way. Did any of them enjoy it as much as I am right now?
My legs are starting to get a little strength in them and my first act is to spread them as much as possible, which is only slightly. But Max can see what I’m doing and trying to do. He’s a professional doing his job. But I can see he enjoys his job and enjoys seeing a girl show her pleasure as much as she can. It’s funny. I’m at least 82 years old. But I feel like a shy girl of sixteen in the hand of a masterful seductor, a man I want to please more than anything.
I can feel the warmth where his hand touches me. I can feel the joy down there as he explores my intimate places. His finger is inside me. It feels good, like he’s massaging my insides. If I could roll over I might be tempted to do so and see if he’d do the same for my anus. But I think he will anyhow when he gets to it.
My whole body needs massaging and Max is attentive. Not all his time is spent squeezing my breasts, feeling inside my crevice, or fondling my fanny. So much time is spent manipulating my limbs and neck and face and feet that I am all the more appreciative when he returns to one of my erogenous zones. This is a sexual massage at its best! If I’d woken up a man the nurse would have been an attractive female.
Max seems so personally interested in my sex. His fingers are constantly inside enticing my interest. He’s now had me on my tummy several times and done the same in my anus. My body is still so disconnected that I cannot fully feel my first few orgasms. They seemed to happen in remote control. My pussy feels happy, then suddenly I’m convulsing down there, twitching in the dance of love. Yet up here in my brain I am only aware of what’s happening, but not taking a part. Each time, however, the feeling become more general, more wide spread. The fourth one seemed to reach my nipples. I could see and feel them swelling up with pleasure. When the feeling gets all the way to my brain I think I will finally know the best part of being a female!
Max will stay with me for about twenty hours. Then he will have a two day break before his next patient. He tells me this is because he gets tired giving, and receiving, so much pleasure. The first massage lasts about an hour and only stops after I have experienced several full body orgasms and shown that I can move my head and limbs.
For about an hour we just talk, with me still lying on my back. I am naked, of course, and would have myself no other way being here with my lover. Max knows how I feel and constantly reinforces my feelings with appreciative glances at the parts of my body. There is no reason I should not want him to look where he has been fondling me. In fact, I much prefer he does. During this break, like a good masseur, Max maintains some body contact, holding my hand, or resting his fingers somewhere on my body. He is not always touching my pussy lips. But he has done this so much that anywhere he touches me feels like he’s still fingering my privates. I would have this never end, even if it meant never getting up off this bed. But my fee did not include paying for Max for the rest of my life. Nor would he want to stay here. He’s a nurse, not a sex provider.
With only slight difficulty I can now form words and ask questions. But it is much harder to talk than think. I want to know how much memory I’ve lost. But I simply ask what day it is.
“January 17, 2087” is his answer. I turned 82 in 2085, and 83 last fall and remember nothing about it. The Phoenix process takes about two months before they wake you up. But around fourteen months seem to be missing. Some time during that year I apparently decided to go ahead and pay for the operation.
“I used to be a man?” I meant to ask why I was now a woman but that wasn’t necessary. Max knew what I meant.
“Yes. I’ve never encountered it before, but I have heard of it happening. I’m only a nurse and the doctors will explain more fully. Do you mind being a woman?”
“No, love it.” I managed to squeak out.
“Good. One of the things they’ll tell you is that the company is not responsible for what happened. It’s possible you might want to sue, but no one has yet. Apparently this only happens to people who really want it to happen. Probably a very careful study before hand might have predicted it. But since the result is benign there’s no reason to go to such an expense with every customer. You know the basic process?”
I nodded, but he still gave me the cook’s tour. In fact, I actually didn’t really know how the process worked. He didn’t either. But he knew a lot more than I did.
“The cells are purged of poisons, and the body is purged of bad cells, even parts of bad cells in many cases. Aging leaves trash throughout the whole body. Cancer is eliminated. But what is cancer? How does the machinery recognize such cells? How does it examine every cell in your body? It doesn’t. It lets the healthy cells throw out the bad ones, like excess fat cells. Or throw out the bad parts of the bad cells. The other cells vote on what’s good. Apparently, in your case, a majority of your body thought you were supposed to be female.
“This probably included your brain which is why you like the result. I’ve been told that men who change during the process are the most female of females when they emerge. They become every man’s dream girl. We try to keep this out of the general public knowledge to protect your privacy. Otherwise, half the world would be trying to sign you up as a porn star the minute you walked out the door. Our only advice is go slow. Enjoy yourself but don’t make it a point of telling your lovers why you’re such a fantastic lover. A female of a different kind is an oddity. But as long as people just think you’re a regular woman at the high end of being sexy, there won’t be that problem.
“By the way, you’re even more fertile than most sixteen year old healthy girls. Apparently the narrow window of fertility each month doesn’t apply. Unlike other girls, you can get knocked up almost two weeks in every month. So if you don’t want a lot of babies or abortions, you have to take birth control seriously. I won’t even suggest abstinence. The records show that it’s absolutely impossible in a case like yours. You’ll go crazy if you don’t fuck multiple times during each fertile period. Apparently, after going to so much trouble making you into a woman, your body is determined to make use of the fact. I can see from your smile that this whole idea excites you.”
While telling me all this, Max started again fondling my crotch. I guess he’d decided I’d had enough physical rest. I now had almost full control of my legs, at least sideways, and used this to open them wide for him. I never realized it felt so good for the girl when she was just being cooperative. Just opening my legs for him felt surprisingly erotic. And it felt wonderful to be able to open myself up completely, not just a few inches like I’d managed earlier. I would quickly discover in the weeks ahead that offering myself to a man in any way or any position was surprisingly, delightfully erotic, even if he did nothing to me immediately. Just bending over and spreading my buns so he can easily fuck me is almost as good as actually getting fucked. I sometimes start having orgasms just anticipating what I hope will come next. Do other women have this much sensitivity or am I really an “oddity”?
While Max squeezed and rubbed and penetrated, I fell open to his touch. It felt so wonderful to be wide open with his fingers inside me! I never wanted to feel my thighs touch each other, never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted to feel his fingers withdraw from my insides. But I knew this would end eventually. The trick would be to find men who wanted to fuck me frequently. I probably knew more about what men wanted than most regular women. I was sure I could arrange something.
As I thought about it I realized that the insurance money would have been much more than the process fee. When I left the clinic, I wouldn’t have to work for a long time. Perhaps with proper management I could even live indefinitely off my dividend earnings. I didn’t have a marketable trade being forty years obsolete in my previous profession. About the only thing I could think of that I might enjoy doing would be prostitution. I could hardly remember what a whore got paid when I was buying the services. I’d heard that with legalization, health issues finally solved, and the changes in morality making the profession more socially acceptable so that women where now more than ever willing to do it, the price had gone down. But with organized crime no longer involved, the girls got to keep most of the money, taxes being much lower than a pimp’s cut. So the profession paid the girls today a better income per customer.
What would I call myself? Martin could become Mary. But that sounded too goodie. Marie or Maria? I wasn’t sure what I looked like as a girl. Could I pass for Spanish? I would change my last name also. Not Hess. Maybe Hermosa? In Mexico maybe “pretty Mary” would sound presumptuous. But in an English speaking country it would sound sweet and exotic. Maria Hermosa I decided just as I suddenly realized that I was having another orgasm, and this one was turning into a whopper! This time I felt it everywhere, in my toes, my ass, my shoulders, my face, and naturally, my tits and clit. I felt myself arching, pushing my crotch up to meet his fingers, gushing my love juice up to his hand, though much of it falling back on my crotch, the insides of my thighs, and the sheet under my fanny. As I calmed down I realized I’d thrown my arms up over my head. It was the first time I’d moved them more than a few inches. Phoenix knew what they were doing using erotic stimulation to get a girl’s ticker back up to speed!

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Fiction

Sin-Part 1

This is part 1, I initially wrote this for my wife mixing fact and fiction, changing names….kinda, I have 15/20 parts to this story done. She loved it, if the first part is well received I will post the rest.

True Story

Her First Stray

This is another “semi” true story of my wife’s encounters with “other” men. I, of course, encourage her in these carnal pursuits.

Diary

The beginning- the nice one

This is the beginning of the story of how I turned from being “the good girl” to a slut
I was 21 years and I was a Freshman living on campus with my friends. Days started going by, and I was starting to settle in and I was starting have my own group of friends. I was this kind of girl who was silent and shy. But I was considered to be in the “to do”girls list. Cause I was a 32c -28-34, 5’6″ tall ,105 pounds and had a cute face with a long hair.
I was single and things were going fine. So I had a few friends and I wasn’t dating any. Anthony was one among them, who was a freshman too. He is normal built guy but cute looking. He is fun to be with,smart,cool and brainy. He was a very good friend of mine. We used to hang out a lot. But he was just a friend, till I met Vince.
Vince was a senior and he is one of the guys the girls would love to be with. The tall, built and super cool guy. One of my friends wanted to learn salsa[dance], so I promised her to go with her for the first few classes until she settles down.The salsa class takes place in the gym. So one day while we were finishing our salsa class, I accidently bumped into Vince who was using the gym. That was our first meet. We got introduced and days went by and he asked me out and we were dating.So Vince was one of the guys who had slept with the hot girls and I was the kind who was looking for a relationship. So things were going slow between us .While I wasn’t with Vince I used to hangout with Anthony and the rest. Anthony was my best friend as he was helping me out with half my class stuffs as I was busy dating Vince. I was taking it slow with Vince cause I thought he was doing this dating thing to nail me.
So one day I was in the university library and preparing for the exam in 2 days. It was hot, so I was wearing a denim short skirt and a v neck tee. It was late in the night and I was trying to learn, Anthony said he would help me out. So he dropped by and he was teaching me. Anthony was solving a problem, so he went and pulled out a board behind me. I turned around and he started teaching me. After he solved it, I turned around back to the table and started solving it. So I was sitting on a chair and Anthony was standing behind me and was watching me solve it from behind. I went wrong and he stopped me and he grabbed my hand and he leaned over my shoulders and started finding the mistake on my sheet. His chin was rested on my shoulders his hands were around me. I didn’t notice it much at the beginning. As he was trying to figure out where I went wrong, I was looking around. And I suddenly noticed my reflection in the transparent glass opposite to us. I looked at Anthony in the reflection, that when I noticed something strange. I just turned my head up and I just saw him peeping into my cleavage through my low neck tee. That’s when I started getting the chills, suddenly I could feel his cold hands around me, touching my body and his face on my shoulders , so close to my cheeks. My heart started beating faster, and I was starting to get horny. But it would be wrong if something happens between us. So I was acting as if I didn’t notice him peeping. But the more his hands stayed on , the more the horny I was getting. Suddenly he said something and I quickly turned my head, my lips rubbed his. There was a moment of pause and we were both looking at each other in the eyes. Anthony got up and turned my chair as we were still looking at each other. My heart was racing, I wasn’t sure on what I was supposed to do. But I was turned on. There was a brief pause and I was getting up without breaking the eye contact, like I was going to kiss him. Suddenly I heard a voice and it was Vince.
The eye contact broke and I turned and I was very glad to see him. He came and he hugged me, and he said “I went to your place and your roomie told me that you are here trying to learn. I thought you would be alone , so thought would give you some company. I didn’t know Anthony was here”. I said ” No i was just studying , he just came in to help me up with a problem. But it is really nice of you to come here”. And I smiled and kissed him. He started a conversation with Anthony and they were talking, I was feeling awkward. So I had to break it. I suddenly told Vince “I want to use the rest room, would you mind accompanying me till there?” . He smiled and we started walking.
I went inside the rest room and was looking myself at the mirror, I was wondering what was happening to me. I was taking it slow with Vince and I was about to kiss Anthony. I was looking at myself in the mirror and I suddenly started checking out myself. I realised that I was still turned on. I was hoping that it would go off. And I came out, Vince was waiting for me. He smiled at me and said ” you look hot today”. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. We smooched. As he broke the kiss I realised that I didn’t want to. I wanted him to keep kissing me. He asked me ” shall we go”. I looked in his eyes and said ” what if I don’t want to” . He gave me a puzzled look. I leaned forward and smooched him. This time it was longer. He broke it and asked ” Wow , whats up” . I was looking at his eyes and he smiled ” I am starting to get the hint that today might be my day, but honey we have to leave here even if we are going to do what I am thinking” . I smiled and I smooched him again and hugged him and said ” I cant wait till then” . And I started smooching him harder and he was starting to smooch me back harder. As he was smooching me he said ” I know this place , opposite to the mens room. There is a spot behind the shelves. Before he could complete, I broke the kiss and I told him “lets go” and I grabbed his hands and started walking towards the mens room. He asked me “I thought you wanted things slow”, I said ” ya, but I changed my mind”. He asked me ” what changed?”…. I paused for a second and told him ” you coming all this far just to give me company”. But it wasn’t the reason , but I was happy that it was the first thing that popped in my mind. We were before the mens room, he smiled and he grabbed my arms and he took me further to the end… there was a spot behind the shelves .
As soon as we reached the end, he grabbed my waist, pushed me to the wall and started smooching me. He didn’t wait his hands were moving in my waists to pull my tee up. he moved my tee till my bras were exposed . He pulled it up quickly and started sucking over my boobs. First he was slow , then he started sucking at them faster. I was looking at him as he was enjoying me. I was getting turned on . They feeling was growing as I was doing it for the first time behind a library book rack. He was sucking me hard, I was getting horny. slowly I moved my hands over his jean and was rubbing over his cock. As he playing with my boobs, I was undoing his pants. I quickly unzipped him and pulled his cock off his boxers. And I started slowly moving my hands over his large penis. Slowly he stopped sucking my boobs and smiled. I pushed him back and and got to my knees. I pushed my hair behind and slowly licked his penis over the top like a candy. I looked over and slowly slid it in mouth as I was watching him. Slowly I closed his eyes and started moving it in and out my mouth. He was brushing over my hairs as I was giving him a blow job. Slowly after a while I started sucking it more harder, he quickly stooped me. And slowly pulled me up and smooched me.
As he was smooching me he was trying to undo my skirt, I grabbed his hands and said ” go for the panties, leave the skirt” . He smiled and he got tho his knees and slowly pulled my panties down. And he went down and slowly pulled my panties off. I stepped out of it. he upped my skirt and slowly started licking my pussy. I was starting to breath hard as he started to lick. Slowly he started sucking them as my breathing increased. Slowly he inserted his fingers into my pussy, I started biting my lips as he did it. He was slowly pulling it in and out as I was getting more horny. Then he started sucking them again.
I was biting my lips and looking down at him as my pussy was being sucked. i closed my eyes and started feeling it,I opened my eyes in few seconds to look at Vince. Suddenly as I opened my eyes I found someone standing at the end of the shelf. It was Anthony, he was staring right into my eyes. I was naked, with my breasts exposed ,but Vince head was covering my pussy. The strange thing was, as I saw him… I did not cover my breasts nor notify Vince . I was letting him watch me naked like that. As Vince was sucking my pussy, I was watching Anthony and he was staring back at me. I grabbed Vince head like I didn’t want him to stop sucking, but the truth was I held his head so that he doesn’t turn back. Anthony watching turned me more horny , slowly i started moaning, Anthony quickly left and Vince stopped sucking in a few seconds as I started moaning.
He got up and said ” not so soon ” and smooched me . I smiled and smooched him back like nothing happened. he slowly grabbed his penis and slowly started putting it into my pussy. In a few min, I was up against the wall being banged. Doing it in the library and Anthony watching it made me very much horny. I didn’t last for long as I started moaning out loud. But Vince didn’t stop, he kept on pushing his penis inside my pussy . In a few minutes Vince was moaning too, all of a sudden he dropped me down of his hips and cummed all over my thies.
We both smooched again and sat down. He got up and said ” we better leave soon, Anthony might be looking for you”. He unzipped his pants as I pulled my bra and tee down. I was looking for my panties. Vince grabbed it and handed it . I smiled and said ” you can keep it, if you want … ” . he smiled and said” oh yes, I would love a souvenir. This is the best I ever had… You just grew from a boring gf to super hot”.I smiled and we smooched again.
He put my panties in his pockets,as we started walking back. We reached the table and Anthony was waiting. I didn’t talk anything , neither did he. There was a silence and I quickly broke it saying ” Sorry , we just went to get something to eat. I was hungry”. Anthony said ” ya, I can understand that. Listen ,its late and I have to go. Can we do the problem tomorrow?” . I said “sure”. Anthony quickly got his backpack and left. Vince said ” I don’t think you are going to learn anymore , I will drop you in your room. Lets go”. We both left too in a few min.
To be contd….

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Fiction

James and Maria

This is my first story so please be constructive in your criticism. This story is about a 18 year old boy named James, and a 17 year old girl named Maria. This story is fictional but is inspired by a few of my experiences.

Fiction

The V8, The Redhead and The Hot-Rod

“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was sitting in her “Serious Discussion” position. David was lying on his back and she was sitting on his pelvis facing him, her feet on either side of his body. Her golden orange hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her delicately beautiful pale face was highlighted by her big green eyes. Gabrielle was tall and fashion model slim.
At this time she was also naked. Her pink aureoles contrasted with her immaculate pale skin. Her firm, orange sized breasts pointed straight at David’s eyes.
Her long slender thighs were apart and her knees were drawn back a little towards her chest. As she was leaning back slightly, her shaven pussy was openly displayed and her outer labia were slightly parted. If David had been looking he would have seen the glistening pink rims of her inner labia.
However David wasn’t looking. His eyes were closed as he was savouring the intense pleasure sensations surging from his cock which was embedded deeply into Gabrielle’s ass.
“David!” Gabrielle’s voice and frown were stern. “Open your eyes and listen. This is important. And you, Lord Vlad, don’t you dare start moving.”
“Lord Vlad” was Gabrielle’s pet name for David’s cock. She enjoyed history and had read about the 15th century Romanian duke, Vlad the Impaler. This original Vlad had earned his nickname from his unattractive habit of killing his enemies by impaling them with a blunt stake through their rectums.
David hadn’t felt flattered by her choice but decided that he couldn’t really object. Gabrielle took great delight in being impaled by her Lord Vlad, very frequently, in her vagina and mouth as well as her rectum.
David could not conceive of anything more beautifully, wantonly erotic as he opened his eyes and looked at her. With a supreme effort of willpower he switched his mind from sex to conversation. He knew that if his cock as much as twitched, Gabrielle would bounce down hard and painfully on his balls.
“OK Gabby, shoot. What do you want to talk about?”
“What are we going to do with our money?”
His business was flourishing. Internet sales were growing, David’s car audio shop was now the place for boyracers to buy their gear. The up-market business was going well and he had branched out into profitable sidelines: fashion sunglasses and a limited range of domestic audio.
He had paid off the most expensive part of his debt and had been able to renegotiate the balance on far more favourable terms.
Gabrielle had earned more money than she had dreamed of. Her salary as marketing director for his firm and sales commissions had built a healthy bank balance.
He looked at her adoringly. He owed so much to her. Before she had a come to work at his firm on a college assignment he had been a depressed alcoholic with his marriage failing, his business failing and had been within a few months of bankruptcy. It was her ideas, her inspiration and most of all her absolute confidence in him which had changed his fortunes.
“Are you going to buy an apartment?”
“No way.” David was cautious after coming so close to bankruptcy. “Things are looking great but I’m not going to take on a commitment like that. And we both seem to like it here.”
She looked around the small bedroom. It was tidy, but certainly not luxurious. She had always been happy here with David and never wanted anything more. She knew she would be happy anywhere provided David was there. She owed as much to David as he did to her.
Gabrielle’s childhood had been blighted by her strict mother who did everything she could to undermine her self confidence and make her mistrust men. Her only two sexual experiences had been humiliating disasters and confirmed her mother’s advice. David had brought out her self confidence. And her sexual desire. For him.
She looked down at him. Since he had stopped drinking and started exercising, he had lost weight and looked 10 years younger than when she had first met him. He was 15 years older but she never thought about the age difference. Physically he was perfect and she loved everything about him.
“Well, I am going to hire another salesman. We’ve both been working 12/7.” We don’t seem to do anything except work and fuck,” said David.
“I’m not complaining.”
“There is something I thought I might buy for the business.”
“Oh, what is it?
“I’ll show you. . . . After. . . . ”
“After this?” She squeezed his erection with her bowel, then changed her position slightly to give him room to move and thrust.
David watched as she rode his cock and as her excitement grew. Her small breasts jiggled with her movements. Her head was thrown slightly back, her eyes closed, her lips were parted and she had an expression combining agony and ecstacy. His cock was in paradise, buried deep in her tight, smooth walled ass.
“Darling Davey,”she groaned, thrusting her backside down to take him deeper.
David used a finger to excite her clitoris which was becoming more engorged. Gabrielle’s movements became more frantic, small beads of perspiration appeared above her upper lip. David restrained his own desperate urge to come and concentrated on her.
Gabrielle’s pelvic rotations became even more frantic and her groans became shrieks as her orgasm consumed her vagina and bowel. She collapsed onto his chest, quivering, shuddering and exhausted.
When she recovered she moved to between his knees and knelt over his cock, looking at it closely.
“Hello Lord Vlad. Where have you been hiding?”
She sucked the knob and licked her lips.
“I can tell. You’ve been where the sun don’t shine.”
She reverentially licked all over his still rock-like cock and all over his testicles. She looked up at David and smiled, opened her mouth wide and took him, balls deep, into her throat. She now knew what drove him wild and for the next five minutes fully rewarded Lord Vlad for his efforts. Sometimes she tenderly licked, other times she pushed David’s knob down her throat.
She speeded her movements and sucked even harder. When he started to come she pulled back. A rope-like squirt of semen sprayed onto her face.
She lowered her head again and gently licked the receding cock.
“Bye bye Lord Vlad. You can come again soon.”
They drove to “Panther’s Panebeaters”. Mark Panther had been a friend of David’s for some years and they had referred business to each other. Panther, as he was known, had been dismayed by David’s business and personal decline.
He had visited David when Gabrielle had just started to work for him. They were sitting at their desks with their backs to each other. David had introduced her. The first thing Panther had noticed was her haunted look and how she couldn’t look him in the eye. Then he noticed her hair tied in an unflattering bun, no make-up and dowdy, shapeless clothing. He also noticed how she made no attempt to talk to him or David.
The same scenario the next time Panther visited. Perhaps she and David were a bit more polite to each other.
On the third visit Gabrielle’s appearance was unchanged, but now she and David laughed. David had lost weight and was wearing fashionable new clothes.
“Are you fucking her?” Panther had asked when Gabrielle had left the office.
“Hell no. It’s purely business. I’m far too old for her. And scarecrows aren’t my style.”
Perhaps Panther had a more educated eye for women. Her beautiful smile was radiant and obvious and Panther suspected something more.
“I think you may be surprised one day, David.”
When he next met them he hadn’t been surprised by the obvious relationship between her and David. But he hadn’t anticipated the extraordinarily beautiful young woman who had emerged. He also hadn’t anticipated her selling skills as she easily persuaded him to spend $1,500 more than he had intended for his new car sound system. In five minutes.
Panther took them to his workshop.
“Here it is,” he said. There was pride in his voice.
Gabrielle wondered what he was talking about All she could see was a delapidated old wreck of a car.
“’71 Chev Camaro. 350 V8. High-back Strato seats.”
Gabrielle could still only see a run down wreck.
“The engine goes a treat.”
He started it and even Gabrielle sensed something in the rumble of the eight cylinders.
“Here’s what it’ll look like when it’s finished.” Panther opened a magazine.
Gabrielle understood more. A muscle car. Masculinity on wheels. The styling might be dated, but there was a timeless strength and virility. She became interested and took the magazine from Panther to read some more.
Panther and David went into a discussion about dollars.
“Hit me with the bad news Panther.”
“This what it cost me to buy this.”
David whistled.
“Here’s the cost of the replacement parts which are needed.”
David inhaled sharply.
“Here’s the cost of the work I’ll have to outsource.”
David was starting to worry. “Now the hard part. What about the cost of your work?”
“I want to discuss a deal about that.”
Gabrielle came over, her eyes glowing.
“Davey, it’ll be beautiful when it’s finished. Treat yourself. And you know it’ll be good for business.”
He nodded. It would be like a magnet for every boyracer and their fathers for 100 kilometers. And he could get a tax break.
“What color do you think?”
“I’ll need you to be here when we mix the paints.”
“Why?” asked Gabrielle..
“So we can match this.” Panther discretely touched her golden-orange hair.
“What do you think Davey?”
“Couldn’t be better. Now Panther, how much is it going to cost for your work?”
“Well, it’s a big job . . . “
David gave an exaggerated sigh. He was used to Panther’s negotiating techniques.
“And good staff are expensive . . . “
David yawned.
“But I won’t charge you anything. On one condition.”
“You can’t do that Panther. There’s hundreds of hours work here,” David protested.
“What’s the condition?” asked Gabrielle thinking faster than David.
Panther looked sheepish. “It involves you Gabrielle.”
“What?” asked David, not liking the sound of this. He knew Panther was fascinated by Gabrielle.
“When the car is finished, I want a photographer to take shots of it, with you Gabrielle, for my business calendar.
“Panther! I don’t do nude poses for anyone.” Gabrielle was shocked. “Well, except for my darling Davey of course,” she quickly added.
“Gabrielle, you can wear exacly what you want to and you can pose how you want to. No conditions.”
“Wear what I want and pose how I want?” Gabrielle gave Panther one her stern frowns.
“That’s the deal.”
“Done.” She shook his hand and gave Panther one of her radiant smiles.
She looked at her watch. “Come on Davey, we’ve got to go. I promised Lord Vlad I’d meet him tonight.”
“Who is this Lord Vlad?” Panther asked out of her hearing. He hadn’t thought that David was the sort who socialised with aristocrats.
“Read your Romanian history,” David replied.
Panther did a Google search. It took him five minutes to work it out.
“Fuck. You lucky bastard,” he sighed.
By unspoken agreement they had what Gabrielle called a “Sexless Fuck” that night. She lay on her side, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around David with Lord Vlad so deep inside her, he pushed against her cervix.
They talked a lot, giggled a lot, laughed a lot, passionately kissed a lot, whispered a lot of tender endearments in the other’s ear, but didn’t orgasm. The went to sleep in each other’s bear hug, still joined by David’s cock.
A new salesman was hired and soon proved to be a money maker. Now, with free time, they went to Panther’s in the evenings to work on the Camaro. It was a labor of love for both Panther and David and soon Gabrielle was caught up in the mood. She insisted that Panther start the engine so she could hear the V8 symphony.
Panther’s expert car painter scupulously matched Gabrielle’s hair and when the Camaro emerged from the paint shop, a gleaming bronze-gold metallic, they all knew it was an inspired choice. David made three changes from a copybook restoration. The Strato seats were uphostered in black leather, they were adjusted so they could recline flat and he asked asked Panther to increase the amount of travel for the seats to slide back.
He ordered the absolute top of the range audio from Germany and when it was on full volume Gabrielle thought she saw the Camaro shuddering from the beat. She spent a lot of time planning the photo shoot.
After two months the Camaro was finished. Gabrielle and David held hands as Panther started it, then all three went for a slow drive, listening to the engine for some time, being blasted by the sound system other times.
The photographer arrived and started to instruct Gabrielle on how she should pose. She gave one of her withering frowns.
“I’m in charge here.”
The first shot was taken through the driver’s window. She was wearing a dark green evening dress with a slit which showing more than a flash of inner thigh. Her hand was gently wrapped around the gear lever, her lips were slightly parted and there was a far away look in her eyes.
She dressed in mechanic’s overalls which were a size too small and bent under the bonnet looking at the engine with her backside pointing high.
She dressed in a knee length skirt and sat on the bonnet. She drew back her knees and put them together so she could rest her arms on them and then her chin on her arms. Her feet were slightly apart. Some inner thigh and and a hint of green satin panties as she smiled innocently at the camera.
She posed as a traffic policewoman leaning against the Camaro writing a ticket. The policewoman hadn’t done up her uniform completely and Panther could see a the pale rounded start of her breasts. The policewoman also had a large truncheon in her belt and had wrapped her hand around the thick end.
She put on a short mini-skirt and a tight singlet without a bra. She reclined the passenger seat flat and stretched out. Her long legs were displayed, the shape her nipples could be seen through the singlet. Her eyes were closed but David recognised the satisfied smile as the one she had after an orgasm
Panther was struck dumb. He had never seen such a display of sexuality and yet she was dressed and in some ways so innocent. Her subtle hints and knowing expressions were more sexy than any porno movie he owned. He looked at David who was watching with a proud smile.
“I think you’ve got the deal of the century Panther.”
“I think I have.”
Gabrielle returned after changing again. She had wrapped a big towel tightly around her.
“This is your Miss December, Panther. Christmas has come early for you.”
She insisted the men leave the workshop while she moved into her pose. They returned when she called.
She was lying naked on the reclined seat. She was lying on her side, seemingly asleep. An arm concealed her nipples but revealed most of her left breast. Her upper leg was in a position where her pussy was just, only just, hidden. Her ivory skin seemed almost luminous in the dark against the black leather. Her golden hair was splayed across the seat.
“It certainly is Christmas,” breathed Panther. He looked at David. “That Lord Vlad must think all his Christmases have come at once. And all his birthdays.”
“Sure is lucky, that Lord Vlad.”
It was dark when they took the coast road home. They didn’t say anything, just relished the growling masculinity of the Camaro and the music. They stopped at a clifftop. David took off Gabrielle’s clothes, reclined her seat flat, put the music up loud and they christened the Camaro and the Strato seat
He pushed her seat all the way back and knelt between her legs, She knew what was going to happen and put her thighs on his shoulders. David lowered his head to his paradise.
He loved the satin smoothness of her thighs against his ears. He loved the shape of her genitals. Her shaven and prominent Venus mound, her puffy outer labia, the thin inner labia which glistened with her juices. Her clitoral hood which he gently pushed back to reveal her engorging bud.
He loved the taste of her sexual excitement and the aromatic odours. He knew and loved her reactions. But what he loved most of all that it was his wonderful and beautiful Gabby who was eagerly offering her intimate feminity to him.
Just as Gabrielle knew how to drive him wild, he knew her body and how to excite her. At first he was slow, he licked and blew, he probed her vagina with his tongue. He sucked her clitoris and felt her excitement mounting, then pushed her legs higher and apart to lick her anus. Gabrielle squealed with pleasure. His tongue returned to her clitoris, his teeth gently nibbled and Gabrielle’s body quivered into orgasm.
She orgasmed many times over the next hour. David used his fingers as well as his lips and tongue and teeth. He pleasured her G spot and probed her anus.
Finally he moved up and guided his cock into her sodden, pulsating vagina. He thrust in hard so their pubic bones ground together. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, felt him thrust deep again and heard him groan as his semen sprayed her cervix.
“Do you think anyone can see in though this tinted glass?” she asked.
“I don’t think so.”
So as David drove home, Gabrielle kept her seat fully reclined and lay back on it. She only wore sunglasses. David glanced at her tall, pale body which contrasted with the black leather. Her golden hair was splayed across the seat. One knee was resting against the door, the other against the gear lever. Gabrielle knew how he loved it when she flaunted herslf
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” said David stroking her thigh.
“I like this car,” said Gabrielle.
David was right about the Camaro being a boyracer magnet. They came from miles. It was kept behind a chain fence in their carpark on public display. Gabrielle seemed to have an instinctive knack of being able to tell who had any money.
When she saw a likely target admiring the car, her routine was always the same. She wandered down and talked in a friendly way.
“It’s a Camaro. ’71. 350 V8.”
“Would you like to see inside?”
She let them sit in the driving seat as she sat in the passenger seat. She asked them what music they liked and put it on.
Then she fully reclined her seat, lay back, closed her eyes and idly writhed to the music.
When the track was finished, “Would your girlfriend like that?”
Sale.
Panther’s calendar caused a sensation. He sent free copies to his suppliers and best customers. All pleaded for more. He had another print run and these soon went. When he visited his suppliers he found that most thought Christmas had come early.
An art critic wrote a flattering review in the local paper and the calendars became collectors’ items. Panther started charging $200 a copy which he split with Gabrielle.
However the biggest benefit for Panther was the publicity. Business poured in. David and Gabrielle were pleased for him.
Modelling agencies made offers to Gabrielle and there was interest from a film studio. But there was no responding interest from Gabrielle.
David kept his old Toyota. The Camaro was only used for promotional work and for what Gabrielle described as “Fucking work.”
That was when they went to a restaurant, for a drive in the country or along the coast, driving to the ski fields. Occassions when the Strato seats could show their versatility.
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was again sitting in her “Serious Discussion” position. David cursed inwardly, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than start thrusting his cock in the ass where it was embedded. But then he realized that life wan’t really too tough. There was Gabrielle, fully and wantonly displaying her feminity only a few inches from him. And it was a stone cold certainty that Lord Vlad would have his way sooner rather than later.
“What are we going to do with our money now?”
It was a good question. His business was becoming a cash cow. His debts were being wiped off quickly.
“The world’s our oyster. We could buy an apartment. We could buy a boat. Joe wants us to buy his car audio business. I’m sure we could turn it into a success like this.”
“That sounds good. Why don’t we?”
“Gabby, I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years. In many ways I really enjoy what we do, but I’m getting bored. We’ve got enough money. If it worked you’d be sitting on my cock asking the same question in a year or so.
“And you,” he stroked her breast. “You are so capable of doing so much more. You could build a successful career. Why don’t you join a top marketing company?”
Gabrielle bounced on his testicles very painfully.
“Don’t you dare suggest I spend any time away from you,“ she hissed.
“Most couples do.”
“We’re not most couples.” Her eyes were indignant.
David smiled and stroked her face.
“A lot has happened to us in a year. Then I was a depressed alcoholic. And you were . . . . ,“ he didn’t know how to say it.
“And I was a nutcase until you saved me darling Davey.”
“A stark raving nutcase. 10 light bulbs short of a chandelier.”
She poked out her tongue.
“We were so lucky finding each other. But there are a lot of depressed alcoholics and stark raving nutcases out there.”
Gabrielle nodded.
“I think I’d like to see if I could help. Study psychology. Become a shrink.”
“You’d be so good Davey. You’re such a good listener. You’re so considerate with people.”
“You could run the business. I’d work part time while I studied. You would be my boss.”
“Just like now?” she asked.
“Think about Davey. It seems like a good idea to me.”
After a minute of them looking to each other’s face anfd thinking how much they loved each other, Gabrielle lifted herself off his cock. David was disappointed.
She pulled him up then knelt in front of him.
Gabrielle licked his cock and spat on it. Then she circled her right hand around it and massaged and rubbed. She looked up and saw the ecstacy on his face. She was now an expert. She pumped her hand and when he came, she put his cock in her mouth and drank every drop of his semen.
The next day they had a meeting with Mal, their sales manager. Mal had worked for David for 10 years and had stuck with him during the tough times. Now, in the good times, he ran a focused and successful team.
After Mal left Gabrielle said, “Mal would be very good at running this business.”
“Well he certainly has the sales skills and management skills. His marketing skills could be sharper. And his inventory management and financial skills could do with some sharpening as well.”
“I could sharpen his marketing skills. You could sharpen his inventory and financial skills.”
David nodded. “What are you trying to say Gabby?”
“I want to become a shrink with you.”
As David thought, Gabrielle held out her arms.
“Come here Davey.”
“Why?”
“I want to sharpen your fucking skills.”
They studied as a team. Their lives were busy. They spent some time training Mal. Gabrielle told David if he ever spoke about “sharpening skills” again she wouldn’t let him fuck her more than seven times a week.
They spent a day each week selling in the shop. Partly because it was in their blood. Partly because they made good money.
And for Gabrielle, because she usually sold more, it gave her the opportunity to frown and say, “Your sales skills could be sharper.”
As part of their psychology training they worked two nights a week in a drug rehab center, starting off cleaning the floors and urinals.
Every weekend, sunshine or rain, they packed a tent and camping gear and set off in the Camaro. As soon as they were outside city limits Gabrielle took off her clothes, put on her sunglasses, turned the music up loud and reclined in her Strato seat..
THREE YEARS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Again Gabrielle was in her “Serious Discussion” position.
“It says in Wikipedia that Russia has about the highest rate of male alcoholism and depression.”
“If Wikipedia says that, it must be true. What does it say about female nut cases?”
“I couldn’t find details of that. But if there are so many male alcoholic depressives, it stands to reason there must be a lot of female nut cases.”
“I think Russian sounds the most beautiful of any language,” said David
“I think so too. It’s very sexy. It snows a lot up there. You could kill a bear and make me a bear skin coat and hat.”
“I’ll buy you a fur coat.”
So, in addition to all their other work they studied Russian.
THREE MORE YEARS LATER
“Davey. We need to talk.”
From her “Discussion Position” Gabrielle handed David a printout of a job advertisement she had found on the internet.
It was from from Gazprom, the Russian oil and gas monopoly looking for two resident psychologists for Syktyvkar, a small isolated city near the Artic Circle.
During the intervening years they had qualified as psychologists and worked for two years in the rehab center. They poured in their energy and dedication and occasionally successfully rehabilitated some of their patients.
“What do you think?”
David slid Lord Vlad between her labia and deep into her vagina. He stopped moving for a moment, relishing the feeling. It still felt as exciting as the very first time. He opened his eyes and saw her green eyes glowing with excitement.
“It just keeps on getting better, doesn’t it darling Davey,” she whispered as she wriggled her hips. They had one of their long, languid, passionate and love filled fucks.
“I take it that means ‘Yes’” she said afterwards.
They arrived at Syktyvkar in the early spring. They found it easy to understand why there were so many alcoholic depressives living there. The landscape was flat and consisted of fir tree forests and snow. Syktyvkar’s most obvious features were an enormous Gaxprom gasfield, a Gazprom office building, row after row of featureless low rise apartment buildings and vodka shops.
It took some time before they were accepted. The Gazprom executives thought they had to be mad, voluntarily coming to Syktyvkar and the locals had an understandable suspicion of foreigners. But David and Gabrielle had great listening skills, loved listening to Russian and enjoyed the wry Russian sense of humor.
David made no secret of how alcohol had almost killed him and the depressed Russians realized they had found a kindred spirit.
Gabrielle made no secret of her troubled past.
“I was ten light bulbs short of a chandelier, Svetlana,” she explained to her client and the Russian women realized they had found a kindred spirit.
David and Gabrielle worked out that the long winter nights could be depressing.
“Gabby, these Russian men need something else to do during the hours of darkness,” said David. “They seem to spend all that time getting drunk.”
“We always have plenty of things to do in the dark,” said Gabrielle.
So they started to give sex advice.
“You mean I should lick her down there?” asked Ivan incredulously.
“Well, you’ll probably find you like it. And if you do it properly, you’ll find that Svetlana will do this to you.”
Ivan leaned forward intently as David gave detailed advice with the help of life-sized blowup rubber dolls.
“You mean I should let him put it in there?” asked Svetlana incredulously.
“Well, you’ll probably find you like it. And if you do it properly, you’ll find that Ivan will do this to you.”
Svetlana leaned forward intently as Gabrielle gave detailed advice with the help of the same rubber dolls.
They built up a loyal, but small, following. Ivan and Svetlana became their strongest advocates. They also wanted to lose weight so David got Gazprom to provide a gym. He had to bribe the executives by letting them drive the Camaro which they had shipped over.
Winter came came with its icy blizzards and – 40 temperaures. The Gazprom executives offered to take David on a bear hunt so that Gabrielle could have a bearskin coat and hat. David bought her a fur coat and hat from Svetlana’s shop.
There were only two of them and there was only so much they could achieve. But a good number of the men of Syktyvkar managed to kick booze and depression and a good number of Syktyvkar women became sexually liberated. The Russians are a handsome race and the alcohol free men were proud of their rejuvenated appearance. And even more proud of the appearance of their beautiful and now non-neurotic partners.
It was a rewarding time for Gabrielle and David. They developed a circle of true friends, they discovered Russian history and culture. For three months during the brief Arctic Circle summer, when the roads were clear of snow, they drove the Camaro slowly over the potholed roads. They named their children Svetlana and Ivan.
THREE MORE YEARS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was in her “Serious Discussion” position.
“These long winters and the bleak landscape are starting to get me down.”
“Me too,” nodded David.
“Wikipedia says there are a lot of depressed alcoholic men in Romania.”
“Then it certainly must be true. I’ve always liked Romanian food and music.”
“I’m sure Lord Vlad will be happy in the land of his ancestors.”

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Birthday suprise

Birthday suprise.
The clock ticked over another minute, its refusal to speed up was killing me. It was a half day today, and I enjoy my work but today is different it is my birthday.And
last year my girlfriend and I had sex all day. Normally sex was pretty mundane and normal, a bit of dirty talk and 1 maybe two standard positions. But when one had a birthday
the other would pull out all the stops and step out of our comfort zone and into what the other person loved. For her birthday I gressed up in full armor and purchased
practiced swords and after a few rounds of sword play she pryied open my cod piece. I was cut in 5 places when she fucked me in that suit of armor so I am expecting her to pull
out all of the stops for my birthday.
*another minute passes only 15 left to go* She wishes she could get a strap on and fuck a girl with big tits, she told me when she was black out drunk then denyed it
when she sobered up the next day. (I confirmed that she did want this by materials labeled “Futanari” on her computer, hot as hell) I am a kinky guy, she is a kinky girl but we
arnt allowed to admit how far we would go with one another, it is just how the relationship developed. So I have no idea how to tell her what I really want if she wont admit
what she really wants to me. Sex the really good stuff is all about trust right?
“Jim… go home, you arnt getting any work done clock watching like that.” My boss, the spitting image of Larry the cable guy stuffed into an office is the best boss a
man could ask for. “Sorry Hank I will do extra work on monday to make up for this” I grab my coat and bag. “Bet your ass you will but dont worry about that now go home and tell
Kathy I said ‘Hello” He always had a thing for my girl, all the guys at work have since she brought me lunch on halloween, never knew a lunch lady could look so tasty.”Hank
thanks for letting me go early and all… but you still cant fuck my girl” I gave him a wry smile
“You greedy bastard!” He laughed and shoved me out the door.
I texted Kathy telling her I was headed home and that I couldent wait for my birthday suprise. As I drove home I remarked that it was great having a thursday birthday
because you fucked all day then celebrated with friends the next day after you slept in. As I pulled up I nearly crashed the car with joy, because Kathy’s friend Ashley’s
carwas parked in my driveway. Kathy is a fit 5’4″ with great legs brown hair and BIG brown eyes and a plesant bust. Ashley is 5’7″ Blonde and has the most fantastic tits,
second only to her collection of v neck shirts. She has used thoes tits to get out of tickets with a female cop. I almost took my pants off before I went in the front door.
It’s not like anyone else would see the next house is over 5 miles away.
After coming in to the living room I immediatly noticed that everything was amiss. There were food smells coming from the kitchen, and Ashley was fully clothed, as was
Kathy, no this wasnt right at all. Where was the lube where was the half naked pillow fight where were the 100s of scenarios I thought up in the 15 yards from my car to my
door? We had lunch they chatted and I attempted not to imagine my face between Ashley’s brests. We had tea, I set everything up and brewed it. We watched a show on the DVR?!?
Preciouse hours of birthday sex time were being lost forever to the television! and I took it because I knew Kathy had a plan by the wicked smiles she kept shooting me. After 4
hours Ashley went home saying how we had to do this again another time and wondering why I was so quiet, So long perfect tits I wish we could have gotten to know one another
better.
I turned to Kathy to get an explination about to speak and she intrupets me ” Grab your coat we are going out for dinner. This was a fine idea because at this point my
penis was as confused and dejected as I was and I needed a to find out what this was all about before I could enjoy sex like a birthday warrented. We drove to The ‘Low Tide
Hide’ a steak and seafood place, I planned on having a steak she ordered a 2 person seafood meal before I could say a thing. We ate quietly, I have no idea what she is playing
at and therefore have no idea what to say. After 10 dinner rolls and a few shrimps ( I hate seafood and she knows it) The bill arrived an she hands it to me. I place some cash
on the bill and we leave before I can get any change ‘Enjoy your 20% tip’ I think as she hurrys me out the door.
We arrive at home and she blind folds me, finally. She then procedes to bark orders at me ” get up stairs! take off that shirt!” and she is insulting me the whole time
as well ” Stop bumping in to things! Stop being so slow!” I stumble up the stairs clothes coming off and me falling down. After a few attempts I manage to get in to the bedroom
and am just in my boxers. Then nothingI stand there for a few minutes.I start to ask what is going on I have finally had enough of the whole mystery thing I am 7 hours shy of
the amount of sex I expected to have had at this point and so I go to take off the blind fold and get some answers “OK so what exac…” ” Shut up I did not give you permission
to speak!” Kathy Produces a ball gag from some where and stuffs it in my mouth. The brand new rubber starts to lightly burn my mouth. And it all falls into line, I wanted her
to be “a bit more commanding in bed once and a while to take charge and dominate the situation” She is playing dominatrix… I still dont know why she and Ashley couldent have
taken turns with me but this… this will certainly do.My hands get cuffed behind my back and she starts to pull at my boxers, I go rock hard… Then the door bell rings. “Oh
shit that must be your father!” I pray that he will not be taking part in birthday sex.
She pulls out the gag and uncuffs me. ” he was suppose to showup tomarrow with him! “what? with who?” I am almost as confused as my dick is. I take off the blind fold
and pull on clothes. I go down stairs and greet my Dad. ” Hey boy I have a suprize for you. Sticking his pinkies in hos mouth he lets out a shrill whistle and Boxer my Black
lab Bernese Mnt Dog mix bounds out of his truck and comes right up to me. “Boxer what are you doing here?” as nice as it is to see my Father and dog I want them gone so that
birthday sex can continue. He informs me he was suppose to show up first thing in the morning with Boxer but he didnt feel right not giving me my birthday present on my
birthday. ” Dad I dont understand what is going on?” “Didnt Kathy tell you? she is letting you have your dog, you are finally master of your relationship!” Kathy was going to
take that comment out on my hide in the bedroom… if only I could get her there and my father out of the house!Kathy was headed down stairs I only had a moment to do this “Dad
I need a favor” “Sure son anything I can do to help” He looked at me with a look of mild confusion. ” I need you to come up with an excuse and let me spend the rest of the
evening with Kathy… Alone!” Kathy was downstairs and Greeted my Father “Hello Mr. Watersdown would you lioke to come in we were just going to have some cake. ” Oh no thank
you dear its getting dark and I dont see too well to drive in the dark” A perfect lie from my father who used to fly fighter jets and land them at night.
He left and Boxer got aquainted with Kathy. “Get down you beast! Get away from that!” He was nose deep in her pussy sniffing happily. “Sorry darling you know how dogs
can be!” I pulled him away and made him stay
Kathy roared” We are taking that dog to the vet and getting his balls cut off ASAP!” Boxer whimpered, he knew the word vet and he knew he didnt like it. “Jeeze Kathy you dont
have to scare him like that head back up stairs I will settle the dog down and be up to finish what we astarted earlier.” As she turned to head up stairs Boxer went right for
her crotch again. I was too turned on by how she shuddered at the sudden impact to stop him and she had to yell at me to get him off of her. ” You put him outside right now or
there will be no sex for so long you will forget what your dick is for!” I thought about how to explain things to ashley for an affair if she kept her word on that. ” listen
you just need to have the right tone with him here tell him to sit.” I commanded “Boxer sit!” and he stopped going after her and sat down. I called him over to me and he came
up and got his ear scratched. “ok now you try, tell him to heel then to sit down” Kathy accepted the challenge and she said ” Boxer come! Boxer sit!” he got up from my side and
promptly went over to kathy knocked her over and started sniffing at her crotch, I was laughing so hard that by the time I managed to pull the dog off of her the crotch of her
pants were moist from Boxer licking her. “You BASTARD you did that on purpose!” I apologized ” I am sorry babe I will put him outside just head upstairs and get yourself
cleaned up.”
I put boxer outside and gave him my doggy bag of seafood “Here pooch enjoy this lick your self and nap like you always do.” But he didnt even touch the seafood all he
wanted was back inside. ” Oh making moves on my girl huh? well too bad, as much fun as that would be to see she will never go for it” I wispered this to boxer for fear of KAthy
over hearing, as much as I wanted to watch the dog fuck Kathy she didnt even want dogs on Earth let alone in her. I headed back up stairs to boxer scratching the shit out of my
front door. I headed up stairs and as I walked into the doorway I was blindfolded. Kathy pushed me onto the bed and tied me to the bed posts, I had built that frame from steel
and hardwood, if there was a fire I was dead unless Kathy cut me loose. “Well what about the ga..” She shoved the ball gag into my mouth. Kathy started to pull my boxers down
and said “You know I was starting to think that you were going to spend the whole night with no sex. Maybe you still will” she pulled my boxers off and used two of my belts to
tie my legs to the bed frame. Then I heard a few Clicks, then I heard her move to the other side of the bed and a few more clicks… what was going on here? She pulled off my
blnd fold and there was a lap top set up on a stand with a web camera pointed right at me. On one side of the screen was my its video feed showing the entirety of my body and
the bed. on the other was blackness of the videofeed buffering. As it buffered Kathy said “You know you have had a pretty roughday today, no sex all day, and having Ashley over
with her huge supple tits, what are they DD?” I tried to answer but the gag kept me from saying anything intelligable. “Of course you dont know your a boy, boys just classify
tits as big and little” and they were lovely 34E sized DDs I knew from that one time a winter or two ago when Kathy and I broke up for two weeks. The video finally buffered and
it was Ashley on the other side of the screenin her bra and panties with a dildo in her hand, she gave a little wave. ” I know how you have always wanted my friend Ashley but
never have so I decided to let you have a little taste. Now lunch and tea made sence.
Kathy started to play with my dick andstarted rubbing me all over, I tried to squirm but I was tied too tight, all I could do was lie there and take what ever sex she
gave me. She licked my nipples and kissed me from the head down to my balls. I was so hard it hurt my dick to not be touched, but she never touched it. She grabbed an icecube
and gently and lightly ran it along my body sending literal chills and thrills throughout my body. Ashley was playing with her tits and pulled off her bra fondling her nipples,
and I could see everything. Kathy finally said to me “Do you want this?” and she brushed the back of her hand against my dick” I tried to scream ” YES OH GOD PLEASE!” but with
the ball gag all I could do was scream my muffeled scream. “What was that? I couldent quite make that out?” Ashley had started to rub her vibrator on her nipples. Kathy finally
started to kiss my cock. Then I went wild with delight, she was so gentle yet forceful it was great. I only regretted we didnt do things like this more often, hell with Ashley
now in the mix maybe we would do more things more often. Kathy stopped kissing me and said ” Jim I have a confession to make.” My eyebrow perked up at this. “Ashley chimed in
and said “actually we have a confession to make” the video feeds stopped for a moment and a file started to download over from Ashley’s computer to the laptop. A video of Kathy
wearing a strap-on fucking Ashley started to play, it was only ten seconds but I nearly came just from th thought of it. Kathy noting how big my eyes got said “Mmmm and I
though that you may be mad, that is why I agreed to have the dog brought over tomarrow, just incase.” Ashley giggled as the video feed cut back in, but there was no sound.
Kathy and ashley tried to fix the problem but the sound would not come back from Ashley. “Oh well” Kathy said. Looks like it is just you me and our silent partner. Kathy
started to suck my cock, I watched Ashley rub her dripping pussy and deep throat the vibrator.
Right as I was about to cum Kathy stopped. “You know it would be such a shame to have all of this end now after all this build up and all, so” She pulled out a small
bag of blue powder. “I crushed up a viagra and you are going to eat it. She pulled my lip to one side the ballgag still firmly in my mouth, if I wanted to spit out the powder
or do anything I was shit out of luck. She poured the viagra powder inside my lips and let it be absorbed by my soft pallet and gums. “there now 5 maybe 10 minutets and that
should be in full effect, a jolly old fat man named saint nick could come in here and suck you off you would still stay hard. This statement worried me, and as I found out from
what I saw next I should be worried. when she came back from the bathroom, she was wearing the big black strap-on and had a tube of vasoline in her hand. “You see when I was
fucking Ashley I found out that I really REALLY enjoied pegging her, and now I am going to enjoy pegging you.” Ashley inserted the vibrator into her wet snatch and was
thourghly enjoying this. Kathy slowly rubbed the lube on the dildo she had just strapped on and pulled my balls out of the way. And in the first time since math class in 7th
grade my dick betraied me and would not go down. My only signal to the world that I did or did not want something was permaintly stuck in drive and Kathy was taking it as a
sign to proceed. I tried to yell at Kathy to stop and that she could peg Ashley all she wanted but to no avail my screems were translated into feeble wimpers by the situation I
had gotten myself into.
She pressed the head of the dildo against my asshole and I just trued to relax and let it happen, I tried to putmyself in another world my own happy place, then the
dildo pushed itsway into my ass and straight into my happyplace. She went wild and thrust into me again and again, and… it felt great I was moaning as best I could and Ashley
was pounding herself with her dildo legs spread wide open for me to see. Kathy bent over and started wispering dirty things into my ear” Yeah you like this you bitch? I control
you!” she started to jack me off while she pounded me and I came harder than I ever have before. And my dick stayed rock hard. she licked my cum off of me and mounted me again,
I was hers for the next 3 hours and there wasnt a thing I could do about it.
Boxer heard his master’s wimpers and decided that it was time to do something about it. He grabbed the door knob and started to try to turn it. After 10 minutes he
managed to get the door open, he was in. He sniffed and smelled that female again in the air, her scent was strong she was ready. He heard his master again and followed the
sound upstairs, there he was greeted by an odd sight, the female had he ass in the air and was pushing forward towards something. but most importantly she had her ass in the
air. Boxer started to lick his member for a while at the sight of this waiting for her to finish so he could Boxer’s dick took over and he decided that now was a good time to
breed with this felame since she was presenting herself so well. His dick came fully out of its sheath and he made his way over towards the bed.
I spotted boxer watching us but I didnt care, I was enjoying myself too much. The dog could watch if he wanted. Kathy didnt seem to notice, she was too wrapped un in
her own little world of pegging the hell out of me and the laptop did not have a view of much else other than the bed. Then I noticed Boxer get up dick fully extended headed
for the bed. I tried to get Kathy’s attention. She stopped thrusting and saw the look on my face, bending down to try to hear me better “What what is is?” She asked. Boxer
jumped up on the bed and her, she tried to yell at him to get off and to get down but she was held fast by Boxer and his massive weight. she was 110-115 he 120-125 easily over
powered her. He attempted to thrust a few time before making contact and rammed his dick straight home ramming her again and again faster and faster, all the fight left in
Kathy was bolwed over at this assult to her sences. She starts moaning “Oh God ! Oh God its SO big!!!” he was latched into her and Kathy started asking me for help ” Please Jim
get him off of me please help” she wimpered, There was nothing I could do, I couldent move or speak let alone get the dildo out of my ass, being able to help was as far off as
it could get. Kathy forgot about Ashley all together but when I looked over she was jamming the dildo in her pussy harder than ever and she had another one and she had that in
her ass. I saw the look of shock in her face when the dog made her come for the first time, it was almost as if she had an out of body experience or saw a ghost, but when she came and the pounding didnt stop she quicly snapped back in to the thrusting that was her reality. He pounded away like a jack hammer and Kathy’s body took over where her mind would not and she started thrusting her hips in to me and back in to Boxer in rythem, she came again to the cadience of her body with her mind trying to take flight.
Kathy didnt know a thing about dogs, so when the Knot hit her it was more than a little suprize. She let out a long moan and followeed it by a little wimper as the knot pushed against her pussy harder and harder till finally it pushed its way in locking her in position. Kathy screamed with delight as she came again and again locked into me and locked into boxer. She let herself go, she was Boxer’s bitch now enjoying everymoment of what was happening and boxer gave her the pounding and fullness no man, not even me could give her. “OH God Yes! YEs! come in me Boxer! Yes I want it!” Boxer came pints of Cum into her and she came in responce, Ashley was still watching on the laptop and came moments later. Boxer turned and locked with Kathy.
Later after I was untied, Ashley came over and we all sat around and talked about all the fun we were going to have in the up comping weeks.

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Officer Bradley

This is more of a short romance story. There’s sex at the end, but if you’re looking for something raunchy this might not be the story for you.