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A surprize for brother 2

It was the day before yesterday, (Saturday) I was sitting in my recliner, banging away on my keyboard while chatting online with another hot female. If I haven’t told you before, I prefer women but, love to suck cock because every now and then I get a craving to drink cum. I was so wet and horny from playing with myself when I was suddenly kicked out of a great cyber fuck by my phone ringing.
I answered it and was shocked to hear the voice on the other end. It was my brothers wife and she was crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said, “I think my husband is cheating on me. Would it be alright if I come over and talk with you about it?” Immediately I thought that she somehow found out about my brother and I. I nervously told her that she could come over and talk anytime she needed, or wanted to. She thanked me, said she’d be right over and hung up. It seemed like she must have been standing on my porch when she called because it didn’t take but a flash for her to be knocking on my door. I didn’t even have time enough to get out of my chair and go get dressed. All I had on was a form fitting tank top and a pair of sheer leopard print thong panties that were very obviously soaked in the crotch.
I answered the door and she burst in, balling her eyes out and threw her arms around me tighter than I’ve ever been hugged before. I consoled her and told her to sit on the couch. We both sat down and I asked her to calm down and tell me what was going on. She again said that she thought her husband, (my brother) was cheating on her. I asked her to explain to me why she thought that. She said, “First of all, for the past two weeks, he hasn’t shown any interest in making love to me. Suddenly he’s too tired, or not in the mood. Second of all, he wont even let me suck his dick! He used to go wild whenever I’d offer to do that but, now he just says that I dont have to go through the trouble.” I told her, “That doesn’t nessessarily mean he’s cheating. He could be thinking of you and how you work the graveyard shift. He knows how that shift can wear a person out.” She told me she had thought about that. Then she said, “That was until this morning. I know thats not the reason now.” “How do you know?” I asked. “Because this morning I came home and he was still sleeping. I decided I would surprize him with a Good Morning Blowjob.” I asked her what had happened. “I pulled the sheets back, took his dick into my mouth, and knew instantly that he had been with another woman. I could smell her perfume, and the taste of his dick was different. I realized I was tasting another womans pussy.” She told me that she had never tasted another womans pussy before but, his dick had NEVER tasted like that before.
She finally noticed what I was wearing and got all embarrassed. She asked if she had interrupted something. I saw my opening and took it. I wasn’t about to lie to her. I told her that when she called I was in the middle of an awesome “Cyber Fuck” with another woman. I pointed out to her how wet my crotch was as I opened my legs so that she could get a good look. “ANOTHER WOMAN???” She screamed. I said, “Yes, another woman. I have had enough of men, and besides that, no man has ever made love to me with such feeling and emotion as what I felt while with another woman.
I asked her if she had ever thought about making love to a woman. She told me that she thinks about it quite often and had even masturbated once at the thought of it.
I asked her, “So whats stopping you? Why haven’t you tried it yet?” Her reply was, “Because I’m married and I love my husband. Wouldn’t that be considered cheating?” I told her that having sex with another man would be cheating but, that sex with another woman would be experimenting. “You know, satisfying a curiosity.”
She then looked at my crotch again and said, “It MUST be something special if a cyber fuck alone can make you that wet.” It was my turn to be embarrassed. She asked me if licking pussy was fun and if it tasted good. I told her that it was very fun and also rewarding being able to bring another woman imense pleasure with my tongue. “What about the taste?” She asked again. I told her to close her eyes and imagine a naked pussy just inches from her face. When she closed her eyes I put my hand into my panties and put a finger into my sopping wet pussy. I told her to keep her eyes shut and to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. When she did that I ran the finger I had just had in my pussy across her tongue. A little startled, she opened her eyes and asked me what I had on my finger. I said, “Why, How did it taste?” She kinda hesitated and said that it reminded her of what the taste was on her husbands dick. “You just tasted my pussy.” I said with a smile. She was shocked. “No way! That wasnt your pussy was it?” With that I put my hand back in my panties to gather her another sample. I held my shiny wet finger in front of her face and told her to lick it. “That way you’ll know for sure what it was.” To my surprize, she took my finger into her mouth and sucked on it like it was a pussy juice covered cock!
Reality set in once again and she started sobbing. “I can’t believe he’d cheat on me. Where did I go wrong? Why would he wan’t another woman? What am I going to do?” I asked her if she felt deep down in her heart that he was cheating on her, and if she honestly believed that he was being untrue to her. All she said was, “Without a doubt.”
“Well then” I said. “Why dont you cheat on him?” “I can’t do that! It wouldn’t be right. I could never have sex with another man while being married to him.” I told her I understood that but, it didn’t have to be with another man. “What about having sex with another woman?” I asked. She said, “I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to find a woman thats willing let alone know what to do if the opportunity came up.” I then said, “If the opportunity did arise, would you go for it?” She looked at me all red faced and said, “With the mood I’m in right now… I would probably have a hard time saying No.”
With that I turned sideways on the couch so I was facing her, took off my tank top, exposing my tits and my hard as hell nipples, spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my panties and said, “Here’s your chance, if you want to try it I suggest you remove some of your clothes and lay down on the couch so that you’re facing me.” She stood up, I thought she was going to leave, but instead, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them to her ankles.I was surprized that she wasnt wearing any panties. When she stood back up I liked what I saw. Her pussy was completely shaved bald! I immediately pulled my panties to the side and drove three fingers deep inside my pussy. I could tell that all the talking and her glancing at my sheer panties had turned her on because I could see her pussy lips and inner thighs were wet and shiny from her juices. She laid down facing me like I had told her to do and she asked me, “What do I do now?” I told her, “The first thing you need to do is relax, this is what you want, or you wouldn’t fantasize about it. Just go with the flow.” She let out a sigh and said, that it felt a little exciting to look at another womans pussy while that woman was looking at hers. I said, “It’s very exciting lo be gazing at her pussy that was all shaven and looked like an innocent schoolgirls pussy.” “What do we do now?” she asked. “I thought we’d start off with having you watch me masturbate. You do whatever you feel like doing. Don’t be shy because there isn’t anything that you can do wrong.” With that being said, I started rubbing my hard little clit to get my juices really flowing. She must have liked what she was seeing because she was vigorously rubbing her pussy with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other. She was beginning to moan pretty loudly. She shut her eyes and threw her head back. When she did that, I climbed on top of her and gave her a long, deep, passionate kiss on her mouth. I felt her lips part a little so I put my tongue into her mouth and she readilly accepted it and kissed me back like no man had ever done. I reached down between her legs and felt her hand still wildly playing with her pretty little pussy. I took her hand away from it and placed it between my legs and she began finger fucking me like an old pro! I matched her move for move with my hand and fingers on her pussy.
I stopped kissing her and slowly moved down while kissing, and licking her neck. She was moaning and groaning pretty heavily now. When I began sucking one of her nipples she gasped and let out a deep sigh. I continued moving down her body. Kissing and licking as I went. She was really into it, as she was bucking and swaying, moaning and breathing really heavy. About the time I stuck my tongue into her belly button she screamed, “Oh My God! I’m Cumming!” And did she ever! She had the most amazing orgasm. She squirted her cum all over my chest. Totally drenching my tits with her cum. At the same moment she began to cum, she shoved four of her fingers deep into my pussy. Causing me to release a squirting orgasm of my own!
Afterward, she apologized for being so rough and shoving so many fingers into me so fast and so deep. I told her not to worry, and that I have had more than four in there before. She looked at me with wide surprise in her eyes and said, “Really? I thought I might have hurt you because you feel so tight.” I layed back down and spread my legs really wide. I told her to put a finger in my pussy. She did. I then told her to put her fingers into me one at a time until she had four of them in me. Once she had all four of them in my begging pussy I held her arm and started moving it back and forth so that her four fingers were slowly fucking in and out of me. Every time she would push them in, I would move my body toward her so that they would go in further and further. She said, “I cant put them in any further.” I told her to go ahead an put her thumb inside me too. When she did that I bucked toward her far enough that her whole hand slipped into my horny little fuck hole. She was shocked and stopped moving her hand. I told her not to stop, and to keep fucking my dripping wet pussy because I was about to cum again. She asked me what a womans cum tasted like, and I told her that if she really wanted to find out, she should put her face down there and taste it for herself. She moved her face between my legs as she continued fisting me. About ten seconds later I let loos with a gushing orgasm that completely covered her face! She pulled her hand out of my quivering pussy and licked my inner thighs. The only noise she made was, Mmmmmm. Then she looked up at me and said, “I love it! It tastes so good, I never dreamed that it would taste this good.”
She told me that she had never been fist fucked before and that she would like to try it. I told her to lay back and I would be happy to help her out. She layed back, spread her legs and just as I inserted a finger into her dripping wet pussy, There was a knock on the door….
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When In Rome – 03

Author’s NotesBack to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if that’s not your thing.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day.
Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been used, and physically, she was exhausted. But her mind would not stop.
She’d slept in a bed. That had never happened before, at least not in the part of her life that she could remember. She’d woken up with Cassius wrapped tightly around her body. He was kissing her neck while he slept. He confused her beyond her wildest imaginings. Sometimes he did things that were so strange to her, so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
First, his kisses. No man had ever kissed her before, but that didn’t confuse her that much. Men liked to have their mouths on her body, and they liked for her to have her mouth on their bodies. So it made logical sense that he could be aroused by their mouths touching. After all, Cassius was aroused by strange things. She accepted that as part of who he was.
Second, the fact that he would be angry about other men touching her. That’s what whores were for after all, but it made sense to some part of her that if men had to get his permission that meant he owned her. Men liked to own beautiful things. Everyone told her she was beautiful. Thus, it made sense that he wanted to own her.
Third on the list of “Confusing Things About Cassius” that she was composing in her head was that he’d wanted her to sleep in his bed. This is where things started to hurt her head. She understood that he’d wanted to use her body when he arrived home, but he could have chained her to his bedpost. He could have told her to sleep on the floor like she was supposed to. It had occurred to her that maybe he had wanted someone to catch her disobeying her father’s rules so that she would be punished, but Cassius wouldn’t have been home to watch her be punished, so what would he gain from that?
Fourth. He hadn’t used her when he came home. He hadn’t even woken her. He must have picked her up and put her in his bed, because she was positive she’d fallen asleep on the floor. She woke up in his bad with his arms around her, and he wasn’t inside her. He hadn’t been inside her – she would have felt it. She would have still felt it in the morning. This is what was really prying at her mind. It seemed strange to her. She couldn’t imagine that being huddled over someone else’s body could have been a comfortable way for him to sleep, or why he would want to share that exquisitely soft bed with anyone. He could have stretched out with all of the warm blankets all to himself, but instead he was rolled half on top of her.
That’s when she realized that she must have done something wrong. She must have moved in her sleep, gotten in his way. Maybe he had placed her somewhere else and she’d moved, and then she interrupted his sleep.. Except he hadn’t been angry in the morning. At least, not at her. He’d been preoccupied, but he’d kept her in bed and fed her from his own plate before sending her to Father.
She sank down under the water as she realized she was wasting her time. Trying to understand her oldest brother was an exercise in futility. The other four were easy to understand. So was father. She knew exactly what it was they wanted from her, and she’d been trained on how to give it to them. She also knew that her life meant nothing to them. Atticus liked to tease her about it while he fucked her, remind her that any day could be the day that one of them killed her. That no one would miss her. When she was younger, that used to make her cry. He’d enjoyed that. But now she was old enough to accept it as a fact of life.
/Do you think I’d let that happen?/
Would Cassius miss her when she was gone? Whenever she remembered his words from that day, her belly did something funny. It felt like, birds and butterflies dancing inside her. It made her smile. She didn’t have a name for that feeling.
Fear was when you thought someone might kill you, or hurt you worse than you could handle. Happiness was the feeling of having a cock inside you. Sadness was when the other slaves in the cells cried themselves to sleep. Pain was when you were being beaten. Sympathy was when you saw someone else hurt or cry.
Those were the only emotions she knew.
She didn’t have a name for what thinking of Cassius made her feel. And there was no one she could ask.
She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced.
“Sweetheart.” She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come.”
The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile.
Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it.
*CASSIUS
“Don’t bother chaining her,” Cassius instructed as he slipped back into his bath. “I don’t want to have to get up again.”
The tub had already had to be rinsed free of blood once. It wasn’t his blood. It had just been that kind of night.
Callia was clean and naked. When her hair was dry it was closer to blonde, but now it was dripping wet and looked far redder in the firelight. It felt down nearly to her tiny little waist, just where he liked to hold when he was fucking her from behind. He could see that she was cold, her slight little body trembled as she knelt by his bed. Her pink nipples were hard and pebbled. She kept her eyes on the floor like a good little girl.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard under the hot water as he studied her, took inventory of the damage he’d done to her perfect skin. His little sister was far too beautiful to be at the mercy of his cruel hands. He was supposed to look after her. Protect her. He was her fucking brother. Instead he violated her, abused her, fucked her in a way that he knew was a aberration. But when she smiled at him, looked up at him with those big fucking blue-green eyes so full of trust when he spilled inside her.. Being with her felt like the only clean, pure thing he’d ever done.
She was fourteen years younger than he was; though she was old enough (by law) to marry, most good families would keep a girl her age home for a few more years before sending her off to her husband. At least until they were certain she could safely bear a child. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, and he could feel the jolt of heat in his cock – just from the mere thought of her little tits swelling, her belly growing round with his son. It was something he’d never dreamed of. Something he never knew he wanted.
Something he knew he couldn’t have.
“Come, Callia. Sit by me.”
She kept her eyes lowered as she did, perched on the side of the tub, close enough for him to touch her. He stroked her thigh lazily and she stared into the water. He wondered what she thought when she was quiet, how her mind worked when she waited for him to speak.
“Are you hurt?” She whispered. Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her. She shivered as his fingers trailed the inside of his thigh, and he closed his eyes at the her soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her pretty little cunt.
“No, Callie.” He kissed to outside of her thigh. “It wasn’t my blood.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
“Would it bother you if I was hurt?” He rested his face against her hip, chin on her thigh as he traced light circles on her slit with his finger tips. He could smell her skin, her soap, the lotions his slaves had rubbed on her body. He could smell her sweet little cunt.. His face was so close. Close enough to reach out his tongue and taste her, if that was something he desired. It was something he’d never done. Something he thought submissive. Distasteful. But more than once he’d found himself alone in his bed, fist around the length of his cock imagining what his sister’s cunt would taste like as she came.
“It would bother me very much.” Her voice was thick, and when he looked up at her, her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip. Confusion was apparent on her face, though he had no idea what part of that exchange had confused her. But then, Callia was almost as strange as he was.
She was quiet tonight. Well, she was always quiet. Tonight she was quieter than usual. She stared at him as she bathed him and washed his hair. Her hands slid gracefully over his entire body.. Everywhere except his cock. When she reached for it, he slapped her hand away.
“Not yet.”
When he was done and dried, he pointed to his bed. “Bend over the foot board, Callia.”
She ducked her head and obeyed, positioning her body so that her legs were spread just enough that he could see her tiny, pink cunt. She stood on his tiptoes, her ass presented perfectly. She looked.. Perfect. But not for what he had in mind.
“Feet flat on the floor. Grip the rail so you don’t fall.”
When he had her like her wanted her, tense, unsure, afraid.. He stroked her ass. Softly. He wanted her off guard. When she finally relaxed against his hand and moaned softly at the gentle touch, it was time.
He didn’t hesitate. He heard the sharp crack of flesh against flesh before he felt the hot, stinging pain in his hand. She cried out, in pain as much as surprise, as she sagged against the bed. She whimpered, and his cock jerked when the whimper was followed by a sniffle. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. The next slap was harder; it just barely overlapped the last. His stomach tightened as he studied her ass, so perfectly round and tight. Her smooth, soft skin was still marred from the bruises he’d left with his cane, and now the left side of her ass was beautifully, painfully red from his hands.
He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised tomorrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head.
He struck her again. He couldn’t stop. Every single inch of her round little ass was swollen and red. So were her thighs, her hips. In places the red was tinged with purple. He struck her again. This time his hand hit his baby sister’s sweet little cunt and the last modicum of control he’d managed to hold on to fell away when his palm came away wet. He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, his eyes open but unseeing when he realized that she was soaked. So fucking wet, for him, after everything he’d done to her. He gripped her waist in his hands, pulled her ass against his hips. He didn’t fuck her. He just pressed himself against her, hearing her breathless cries as his body ground against the raw, swollen welts on her ass.
He could feel the heat pouring off her skin, and he was losing it. He couldn’t see her, didn’t know what he-
“Cal. I need.. Oh Gods, I need to hurt you Callie. You need to go.” His words were frantic against her throat. He knew this feeling, this sick, uncontrollable lust to hurt, to break, to destroy. “When I let go of you, little sister, you run.”
He let go.
And she was gone.
He heard the click of the door, but the way his head was pounding it sounded so quiet.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it hadn’t been the door at all. It had been his trunk. Callia was on her hands and knees, crawling back toward him. Caught between her lips was his whip. She raised up on her knees in front of him, offering him his favorite toy.. The one he knew she hated the most. Something inside him broke when he looked into her eyes. Pain and fear.. But trust shined through both – along with another emotion he refused to even let himself name in his dreams.
And it was over. The hazy cloud of killing rage, of blood lust, didn’t leave. It never did. But she, Callia, had pushed it back down to manageable. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the whip and studied it as Cal released it from her teeth. He looked down at her, his Callia.. His girl.
He tossed it across the room behind him.
And then his arms were under hers and she was in the air, and in one more second she was spread out on his bed.
He took her feet in his hands, spreading her legs wider before he laid on top of her body. His mouth hit hers and he could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. He kissed her mouth, her sweet little button of a nose and then her neck. He bit at her collarbone until he felt her hips rock up to meet him.
Then he moved lower. He tasted every inch of his little sister’s body, her tight little nipples, the bottoms of her breasts. He trailed his tongue along the curve of her waist and dragged his teeth along her hipbones. His fingers slid between the lips of her little cunt and found her burning hot and soaking wet. He would taste her tonight. He would hold her little hips against him as he made her cum against his mouth.
He worked his fingers deeper into her hole, looking up past her breasts to see her watching him. She looked unnerved, completely unsure of how to respond and he fucking loved it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his fingers to his lips.
Her lips parted, and then her mouth dropped open as she watched him slowly lick her juices off his fingers. Her hips rocked off the bed, up towards him, but his eyes closed as his lips wrapped around the tip of his finger.
He jerked her legs open, as wide as he could get them, and stared down at her wet little pussy. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his cock pounding at the giggle she sounded when his cheek grazed her thigh.
“Tickles.” She whimpered and he smiled at her. His cheek was rough, he hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his face against her thigh just to feel her body tremble under his. He kissed her round, tiny little clit. It was wet against his lips and he licked them before he trailed his tongue up her slit. He could feel his own hands shaking against her thighs, and he pressed his thumb against her hole as his lips circled her little button. Her hips arched up to meet his face and he let them, savoring the taste of her teenage cunt against his mouth.
She writhed against him, but he held her in place. Pulled her legs over his shoulders and laced his fingers together over her belly, pinning her against the bad and against his mouth as his tongue worked inside her hot little cunt. She grinded against him, the same way she did when he was fucking her and when he heard that strangled cry – the one he’d come to crave, he knew.
He did not taste her gently. He sucked and he bit, slapped the hell out of her sensitive little clit while he fucked her with his tongue. He kissed her tiny little nub with more force than he had ever kissed her mouth while he forced his fingers in her wet, willing hole. And when he heard that cry.. he felt and he tasted his little sister cum, screaming, with his teeth on her clit and his tongue in her cunt. It was better than he’d ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didn’t -couldn’t- give her the second she needed to recover.
He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldn’t stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words.
“Please fuck me, Cassius.” Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for him as his body pounded hers. He ached for her. Her fingers nails dug into his back and he hoped that he would have marks on his body like she had on hers, reminders of this night. This night, he had almost lost control. He still felt like he was losing control.
And then his teeth were against her ear, and he hated the words threatening to spill from his lips. “Callie, I-“Don’t. Shut your fucking mouth. He wanted.. Her.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, leaving her sprawled on the mattress, her red-blonde hair wild around her face, her eyes half closed but focused only on him.
“My… m-my mouth, Cassius. Cum in my mouth.”
He shook his head as he watched his cock pounding inside her raw, pink little pussy. “No.”
No, tonight he would spill inside his sister’s cunt. Never mind the fact that he knew nothing could come from it. The tea his father gave the whores every morning would prevent conception. But tonight he would cum inside her imagining a day when she was free and he was too. He hadn’t realized it yet, but sometime tonight between the men he’d killed and the sister he loved he’d made a decision. She would not die here. And neither would he. Someday.. They would leave this place. Together.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, but softly, and sank on top of her body with his cock still inside her.
His words were quiet and soft against her ear, his balls heavy against her ass. “Would you give me a son, Callia?”
She froze underneath him and stared up at him with wild eyes. “You know – Father gives us -”
His cock jerked inside her. He was so fucking close. “No. I know. Not tonight.”
He kissed the side of her cheek as he barely whispered words that would have them both killed. “If I could get us out of here.. Would you go with me? Would you leave this place with me, me mine? Love me, Callia, bear my children? Would you have me?”
He felt her answer in her body, saw it in her eyes before she even spoke. She pushed her hips against his and her lips brushed his so gently he might have missed it if he weren’t so focused. He saw something flash in her eyes, a determined awareness. Enlightenment.
There was fire in her gaze when she nodded. “Yes.”
A tension he hadn’t known was there lifted and he dug his fingers into her little hips and felt her body tremble with his next stroke. She would cum for him again, this time as he filled her body with his seed.
*CALLIA
It had never felt like this.
She felt like every single part of her body was on fire as he filled her. Every nerve felt raw, and there were tears building in her eyes as she got ready to cum again. The first time had been against his mouth, with his tongue inside her, something no one had done to her since she was a child. Cassius had done it better. And now his cock filled her, rough strokes that ripped her body apart, but made her feel so fucking alive.
His lips covered hers and caught her scream as her body exploded around him. So intense, so intense that she felt herself crying against his cheek. He licked away her tears as his cum spilled inside her cunt. She felt it, felt him jerk inside her. She knew the sound he made, and the way his body tensed and she found herself shivering around him, thinking about the day when he would be hers as much as she was his.
He collapsed on top of her, and she tried to move out from underneath him so he could lay comfortably. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against his chest. One of his hands snaked down to her still shaking, overly sensitive cunt. He slapped her pussy hard as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face.
“I wish you could sleep here.”
She tensed. She should ask what she’d done wrong last time. So she’d never do it again.
“C-” She whimpered against his ongoing assault of her clit. “Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, she grinned. A silly grin that she couldn’t exactly explain. She turned to face him, and just stared, smiling as she traced her finger down the bridge of his nose. She shouldn’t have done it. He should have slapped her hand away. But he didn’t. He just watched her through tired eyes. He looked.. Relaxed. It made the butterflies in her belly do funny things.
“When I slept in here, I didn’t mean to crowd you. I didn’t even know I moved.”
He frowned. “You didn’t move, Callie. You slept like a little rock.”
“But..” She scrunched her nose. “You slept on top of me. I thought..”
“When I left, I intended to come home and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up. But it was a long night. When I got home.. I just wanted to touch you while I slept.” He sat up and pulled her close to him, his face so, so serious. “Listen to me Callie.”
She tensed, trepidation building as she watched him.
“Nothing we said tonight can leave this room. You act like everything is normal. You be a good girl, like always.” His fingers brushed over her breasts and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away he took her face in her hands. “When they want your cunt, you give it to them. You fuck them, you take whatever cock is stuck in your face. You’re the perfect little whore Cal. Do whatever they tell you to do. And I will find a way to get us out of here.”
She nodded, trembling as he pressed his lips to her belly.. She felt her cunt tighten when she replayed his words in her head. Someday, her flat little belly with would be full and swollen with his child. Her tits would be tight and round and he would still fuck her, still fill her cunt with his cock, and everyone who knew them.. Everyone who saw them would know that it was his baby she was carrying. Perhaps they wouldn’t know she was his sister… but that didn’t matter. Not her.
Someday.

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Fiction

Wet melodies – A bad craving

Hello again, I decided to try a different point of view, hopefully it’ll be different from what I’ve written and add a new zest that you’ll like~
*note: I do not condone forced sex in any manner, it’s just used as a fantasy here that should stay that way*
With that, enjoy!

Fiction

Jack and Jill – A Naughty Nursery Rhyme

We’ve all heard the tale, but here’s the rest of the story, wherein we find out WHY Jack and Jill went up that hill to fetch that pail of water. And what happened up there anyway, to cause them to come tumbling down? Was it the water that made Jill’s belly swell … or Jack?

Fantasy

The Elevator Stranger

Dressed in my black pin stripe business suit, I was on my way to an interview. I needed a job, desperately need a job was more like it. I had been unemployed now for the last 8 months and my unemployment paycheck was about to come to an end. I had been combing the classifieds every day, when I saw an ad for an administrative assistant for a magazine. So I called, they wanted to see me almost immediately after I gave them my qualifications. So I took a shower, put on a business suit, pulled my long dark hair into a French twist I added my garter belt, thigh highs, and my three inch power heels, grabbing my resume’ I was out the door.
I pulled in front of a large glass building, I followed the signs that led me to the parking garage, pulling in I removed my sun glasses so I could see where I was going. I found a spot close to the elevator and I hopped out locking my door. I walked to the elevator and I punched the down button. I could hear someone approaching me from behind, I turned to find a very good looking guy with shoulder length black hair that had beautiful ringlet curls on the end. He was in white business shirt, black vest and black pants. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, and he carried a brief case, his skin was a beautiful brown. My guess was he was Latin, Italian, or Spanish decent. He was by my standards just absolutely gorgeous. I smiled at him and his eyes sparkled as he nodded his head in my direction. Finally, the elevator rang, and the doors opened. We both stepped inside; we were both going to the 2nd floor. The elevator began to creak and moan, and finally moved, I glanced at my handsome companion who just shook his head at the plight of the elevator. When suddenly with a jerk the elevator shuttered to halt. I looked around and pushed the buttons, and got very nervous. Of all the times, I was going to miss my interview.
“There is no use in getting excited, we will be here for a bit,” he said, his voice raspy and sexy.
“Oh My GOD!, “ I exclaimed. “I have an important interview, at Our Ladies Magazine,” I said.
He smirked, “Not for at least an hour, and you just as well forget calling cause we have no service in here, and the alarm doesn’t work to tell someone we are in here, “ he stated, as he sat his briefcase down and sat on it.
I thought I was going to cry, how the fuck could this happen to me, I needed this job. I sat my purse on the floor and place my ass on it, so I didn’t get my pants dirty, damn if I was going to stand in this damn thing for an hour.
I looked at the gentleman, I said, “My name is Lynne.”
He smiled, and extended his hand, “I’m Jack,” he said.
I extended my hand and shook his, a jolt of electricity went through my body, as I touched his hand. I hadn’t felt that in a long time. There was a definite chemistry with this guy. We sat in silence for a bit, finally he broke it and said.
“So what brings you to my elevator,” he asked?
“Hummm your elevator,” I questioned?
“Yes, this is my elevator, this is my building actually,” he said sheepishly
“Then why don’t you fix the elevator,” I asked slyly.
“Touché’ ,” he said.
“So Tell me Lynne, why brings you here,” he asked again.
“I have a job interview at the magazine,” I said.
He raised his eyebrow and looked at me for a long moment, and then rested his face on his hands that rested on his knees.
“Have you ever looked at Our Lady Magazine,” he asked.
I stammered for a second, because I had no idea, I assumed it was like Southern Living, or some other magazine from the south.
“Hummm, yes it’s very similar to Southern Living,” I said.
He began to laugh, “Really, it is….well I think if Southern Living carried this kind of stuff they wouldn’t be on shelves where children roam,” he said.
“Oh, well, okay you got me, I haven’t ever really seen it,” I said.
“Do you like porn,” he asked.
I felt my face heat up, here I sat in this elevator with this gorgeous creature, and he was asking me about porn.
“Well, sometimes, I do if it’s tastefully done, “ I answered honestly.
“Define tasteful,” he said.
“You know partially clad women or men are fine, without all the flesh,” I answered quickly.
“So you don’t like just fucking for a magazine, with hardcore pictures,” he asked?
“No, I don’t,” I said.
“Then you just as well go home when this elevator opens up,” he said.
“Really? Is that what they do there, hardcore sex,” I asked?
“Yep, hardcore, models in and out all day some dressed some not, and I’m certain as the assistant you will have to help with shots,” he said.
“Ugggh, “ was all I could muster.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said. “If I can be so bold.”
“Thank you, Jack,” I said.
I caught a whiff of his cologne it was a little musky smelling, and he smelled as good as he looked.
“Tell you what Lynne, I’ll give you $1,000 if you take your shirt off and let me see your nice big tits,” he said.
I was shocked, I had never been offered anything like this, my face burned crimson, yet my pussy was unmistakably throbbing and wet. I didn’t know what to say, I could use $1,000 bucks. What was I considering. Before I could give him an answer he pulled out his wallet and laid $2,000 on the ground in front of me. My mouth was watering, at the thought of a month’s pay just for showing this guy my tits. He was handsome, and I had fucked some ugly ass guys in my day so what was the difference. I stood up, and unbuttoned my suit jacket. Under it I wore a black lacey cami, I laid the jacket on the floor, and I pulled the cami up over my head. I wore a little black push up bra. I slipped the straps down over my arms and moved the bra around to unfasten it. I held my hands up to cover my breast as I let the bra drop to the floor. I stood still breathing in and out hard, as his eyes never left mine. I moved my hands to reveal my size DD breast, my nipples were hard, because I was very aroused, and they stood at attention and were very hard and rosy pink. I saw him smile, he pulled another thousand out of his pocket and placed it on the floor on top of the other money.
“pants, “ he said.
I looked at the money, $3,000 was a lot of money, and I needed it. I unzipped my pants and unclipped the clasp and let them drop around my feet. I stepped my heels out of the pant legs. I stood naked from the waist up, my garter and thigh highs, and my little black thong hugging my hips.
“Turn around, “ he said.
I smiled, and my finger pointed at the pile of money. He smirked and raised his eyebrow, he realized I was on to the game now. He pulled out a $100 and put it on top. I obliged and turned around letting him view my nice tight back side. I pulled the clip from my hair and shook it out, letting it cascade down to my waist. I turned back around. He was smiling, he had more money in his hand he laid it on the floor, and stood up.
“ Suck my cock,” he said.
This drew the line, this could be viewed as prostitution, I was not a whore, and I was having a good time, trying to kill time with this guy. He was extremely good looking and I could tell from the outline of his cock in his pants, he was well hung. I felt the wetness between my legs, and realized I wanted this guy. I bent down on my knees and unzipped his pants I jerked his pants down roughly to his knees. His huge cock was bulging to get out of boxers. I pulled them down as well. His cock was at least 8 inches maybe more, and huge, surrounded by a soft bed of black curly hair. I stroked it for a few seconds and then touched the tip of my tongue to the head of his cock. My tongue swirled around the head, and I plunged his cock into my throat occasionally. I loved the way he felt, I loved the way his cock tasted, and the way his balls felt and smelled. I held my hand at the base of his cock as I licked and sucked it, he moaned as he leaned his broad shoulders against the back of the elevator. I felt his hand on my nipples as I sucked his dick. He pulled and pinched at my hardening nipples. I shoved his cock into my throat, and swallowed him down, he moaned as I moved my tongue along the base of his cock. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard on the mouth. He shoved me around against the elevator wall, and pulled my leg up around his back. I felt his hand moving inside my thigh to my pussy. His fingers ran along the lips of my pussy, I was soaked and I knew he was turned on by my creaming cunt.
He pulled my panties over and began to run his fingers around my clit, making it get hard, I hung onto his neck as I began to tremble all over, his fingers would rub around my clit and down to my wet little hole he would scoop cream out of it and rub it into my little inner lips up to my hard little clit. I was going to cum and I breathed that into his ear. He spun me around and shoved my head down against the wall of the elevator. His hand found my little asshole, I felt his finger go into my ass, I had never been fucked there, but I knew I was going to get it this time. His fingers moved into my pussy to pull sweet creamy juices up to my asshole from my little puss. When he had my asshole lubed up, I felt his hard cock pressing against that little brown hot hole. I took a deep breath, he was so huge it was going to hurt and I knew it. In one swift move his cock filled my tight asshole. I squealed as he plunged deep into my bowel. His hand on my hips he began to rock me as he thrust deeper and harder. He fucked me perhaps for 10 minutes like this until I thought my asshole was going to explode, then he pulled that huge cock of his out of tight wet asshole and plunged it into my tight little wet cunt. I screamed as I came the moment his cock entered my pussy.
His cock moved between my ass and pussy, until I came over and over, finally squirting cum all over him. Trembling so much I could stand he picked me up putting my legs around his waist he braced my back against the wall as he began to fuck me hard slow and deep. I dug my nails into his skin under his white business shirt. He buried his face in my tits, and bit each nipple hard until I thought he would surely bite them off. I was wrong, it just made me cum that much harder. I lost it all over him again, as I heard him moan and I felt his hot load shooting into my pussy. We both collapsed on the floor of the elevator, I lay on his chest.
“baby your great,” he said.
“thank you, “ I countered.
“we have to get dressed, they will be here in about 10 minutes, and they sure don’t need to see this,” he said.
We dressed, and he gave me my money $5,000 bucks in all. And as predicted the elevator doors opened as soon as I had smoothed my hair back into place, I stooped and picked up the torn resume’. I walked to the door that said Our Lady Magazine. Jack was behind me, I looked at the resume’.
“They won’t hire me with something like this,” I said.
He smiled softly as me, and put his hand on my ass, “baby they will hire you, because I am the they, and your fabulous. You don’t need that resume’, your hired,” he said.
I stood there in total disbelief, I had just fucked the guy that I had an interview with. What was more important I earned 5 grand, and he was giving me a job. The job turned out to be more than I bargained for, and we made many more trips to that elevator, as well as porn shoots, and porn videos, but those tales are for another time.

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Fantasy

Godless and Faithless Chapter 1

This is a story styled as a light litrpg. There will be game stats, adventuring, monsters, classes and eventually a harem. The sex is light for now.
I posted this on SOL too. Please enjoy.

Diary

GIGOLO FOR JACINTA FROM LONDON

“Would you like to visit me in my hotel suite at four on Friday?
“I have been here for two weeks on business from London.
“I fly out late tomorrow and would love to have a local man pleasure me, and me pleasure him before I leave, Jacinta tells me in her plummy English accent.

True Story

Fateful Gay Experience

I’ve always had mixed feeling about what happened, and whenever it creeps back into my thoughts, and I end up thinking about what took place, I find myself going back in time, wanting it to happen gain, but then I wish to forget it ever happened.