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Spanking of My Secretary

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When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
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Fantasm

Last Gasp

Chapter One – Chamber of Dreams and Nightmares
The overhead lights burned to life and I surveyed my Chamber.
To one side was a group of steel chairs bolted to the floor, with chains and shackles. In the middle: six padded examination tables with leather straps, purchased from a clinic. They were arranged in a star pattern, the head of every table clustered around a single spot. On the far end: two side-by-side sinks, a large glass water tank seven feet long by four feet wide and a shower stall. Doors lined the Chamber, doors that let to six individual cells. Overhead was a system of motorized hooks, pulleys and tracks that could raise and lower, and move anything to nearly any spot in the Chamber.
The Chamber was underground, with concealed entrances to my living quarters and garage. Years ago it had been used as a bomb shelter by some paranoid survivalist. As such, it was not on any ground plans that anyone knew of. Only a very detailed search would reveal the passages.
The house was registered to John Hannibal. It wasn’t my birth name, but the name I felt most comfortable with.
My eyes fell upon her: my latest acquisition.
Silky red hair, almost auburn, fell well past her thin shoulders. Fine strands, straight and soft. High forehead and cheekbones. Thin lips. A slender swan-like neck, oh so delicate. And, although I couldn’t see them with her blindfold on, eyes that were a blue as vibrant as the sky.
She was chained to the one of the steel chairs on the west side, hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, wearing the tight golden skirt and white blouse that I had appropriated her in. Her shoes were discarded in the corner of the room. Her proud breasts, mounted high upon her chest, were thrust outward, stretching the material of her blouse. Her long, slender legs were clinched together in a vain effort to protect her from what was to come.
Clare Prescott was her name.
The first time I laid eyes upon her, I knew that I had to possess her. For days and weeks, I had watched her, dreamt of her and planned the taking of her. Now, everything had paid off: she was mine.
My gaze traveled up and down her body. Desire burned inside me. Anticipation flared. My cock twitched and grew.
Her head swiveled to look in my direction. The trails of the tears she had shed were visible on her cheeks beneath the blindfold. She had a pale look to her, but still, her beauty was enough to take my breath. I could see that she wanted to speak, but wisely, held her tongue.
After all, what could she say to me, now? What would make any difference about what was going to happen?
I approached and she shrank back at the sound of my steps. I circled her; reached out towards her head to touch those lovely strands.
She jerked back quickly.
Not as cool as she tried to appear, then.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and she sucked in a quick breath. She had such warmth in her flesh and vitality in her body. I could sense the promise of great pleasure in that body. Great and deep. And at the ultimate end, the pleasure would be even greater still.
I slid my padded Master’s Chair in front of her and sat.
“What do you want?” she asked, simply, finally.
“You, Claire,” I answered.
It was, after all, the simple truth. She had set me on this path. The path to carrying out all of my dreams, all of my fantasies. I had risked everything to steal her away from her life; her and the two other prizes I had claimed this night.
I could scarcely believe that she was real, that she was really here.
“Are you ready to fulfill my desires, Claire?”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she muttered. “This isn’t happening…”
Reaching behind her, I freed her cuffed wrists from the chain. I quickly pulled her to kneel before me.
“No! No!” She struggled suddenly and I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.
“Deny me and others will pay,” I whispered.
She tensed. “You don’t… you can’t have them, too?”
As I smirked, my eyes were drawn to two bound and helpless girls not more than ten feet away. Hanging from the ceiling, feet just off of the floor, their mouths were gagged and their wrists shackled. They were as nude as the day they were born. They were fine looking girls, tall and slender like their mother, sharing her beauty, if not her coloring.
The older one was a brunette. She had blue eyes filled with hate, eyes that never left me. The younger: a blonde with sea-green irises and a cheerleader’s body.
That one couldn’t meet my gaze.
“Heather? Hannah?” It was a mournful cry that ended in tears.
I kissed Claire’s cheek. I tasted her tears, savored their warmth and wetness.
“Oh, god…”
I pulled her close. The head of my cock touched the bound redhead’s cheek and she jerked back. I pressed my cock to her lips.
“By all means, deny me. I’ll chain you back to the chair and take Hannah. You can listen to what I do to her from here.”
“What do you want?” Claire asked.
“Simple, elemental things, Mrs. Prescott. Your compliance. Your love. Your sweet lips around my cock.”
She paused, weighing options in her mind.
It was amusing: there were none.
“I recommend that you do what’s best for your daughters, Claire.”
The defiance fled from her and she placed her lips around my head, engulfed me in her glorious mouth. The warmth embraced half of my length. Her wet tongue moved on the underside of my cock and she sucked, forming a perfect vacuum with her sensual lips.
Clearly, she had some experience with cocksucking.
I gathered her hair in my hands, collecting the beautiful strands and caressing them softly. I folded them back behind her head and held them there. I liked her that way. She looked beautiful, mature, upper-class. The next time, I would pin her hair like that.
A rivulet of saliva slipped from the corner of Claire’s mouth and dripped onto her white blouse.
I pulled her head off of me, tilted it back and rubbed my wet cock all over her face and features. Spit bubbled out of her mouth; I caught some with my cock and spread it around her face.
“Use your lips,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, running her lips up and down the shaft, pursing them on the very tip and twisting them around with just the head in her mouth. Her face shined up at me.
She was trying to please me. And she was succeeding.
Pulling her up, I took her skull in my hands, pressing a thumb over each of her eyes. I pushed her down on my cock, thrusting deep. I heard her grunt as my grip tightened. I could feel her eyeballs. Too much more and I would blind her. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and squeezed as I thrust further, deeper.
She gagged, but I stifled it with a hard thrust that took her entire throat.
“Own it, bitch! Choke yourself!”
Desperately, she complied, screwing herself down on my cock, her head moving from side to side, twisting her lips around the base of my cock as she struggled to take even more.
The feeling was intense and when she tried to pull off, I held her there, at the farthest extent.
Claire retched and a flood of spit exploded on my dick. I pulled her off of me, moved her face beneath my cock and balls and watched the spit drip all over her lips, face and blouse. The wetness soaked though her blouse and I saw the outline of her breasts and nipples.
Having her bound before me like that, her blindfolded face on my dripping cock, her wet tits visible through her shirt, her legs stretching the material of her skirt, was almost more than I could bear.
I moved over top of her and thrust my thick cock back in her mouth. I deepthroated her, violently. She gagged, but I forced her through the discomfort and pain.
For long minutes of ecstasy, I pounded her throat. Then, I felt the burning.
I cried out as I came, and thrust down, as deep as I had ever been inside a woman’s throat. Claire swallowed, mouth working around my manhood as she struggled not to drown. I held her and watched her beautiful lips, luxuriating in the stimulation and power.
I desired more, to take her once and finally, to have her with me, forever. My cock pressed deeper inside. I watched her stretching mouth, felt her sucking lips. Her retch came from deep in her throat but had nowhere to go and ended as quickly as it began.
She struggled, tried to pull away, but I held her down. She was on the verge of unconsciousness. And I was on the edge of insanity.
I released my death-grip on her skull and the redheaded mother fell back, choking and gagging. Spittle and come flew from her lips. She coughed hard and gagged again. She tried to rise and I slapped her, throwing her back on her ass. She screamed. I grabbed her by the hair, slapped her again, harder. She thrashed, trying to escape and I held her tight. I shook her, violently, squeezing her throat, strangling her by her frail and delicate neck. I could snap it in a moment and she would be mine.
God, how I wanted her! I barely pulled myself back from the edge.
I dropped her on her knees. Her head hung between my legs as she gasped for breath. There was blood dripping from her lips, mixed with come and saliva, and marks on her throat.
I removed her blindfold, lifted her chin with my fingertips and stared into her terrified, blinking eyes. They were so blue, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting lost in them.
I could see the fear and pain in her eyes, as her vision cleared, and then the recognition and despair as her eyes flicked over my shoulder and saw what was behind me.
The two lean bodies of her daughters. She realized now that the two hanging girls had seen everything.
Claire jumped to her feet and tried to rush to them.
I caught her by the hair, pulled her back against my chest. I ripped her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, firm orbs for a woman of her age, and I groped them, squeezed them. She flinched at my touch and I pulled her head back, kissed her neck as I squeezed.
My hand moved to her skirt and I tore it from her legs, let it drop in a puddle about her feet. I pushed her between her two daughters. I took up a control box; pressed the down button. A hook lowered with a mechanical hum. Claire struggled then, but I held her close.
I attached Claire’s cuffs to the hook and then pressed the up button. She rose into the air, suspended between her two daughters.
The look on Clare’s face changed, as if she finally realized that there was no way out of her predicament.
“Please, I have money,” the redhead said.
“I know that you do,” I replied. “Your father is a very wealthy businessman; your husband, even more so. He’d have to be to possess a woman as fine as you. I heard that he was running for congress this year. I also heard a rumor that he was in bed with the mob…”
I paused for a moment and watched, as she looked away.
“Rest assured that the police are out looking for you, as we speak. I know; I’m monitoring them. They may even find you, with all the federal assistance they’re getting. I don’t think it’s likely, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m invincible or infallible.”
“I know you’re not stupid,” she said. “I can get you a bank transfer. Untraceable.”
“Nothing is untraceable,” I interjected.
“Yes, it is,” she insisted. “It’s a numbered account. And only I have the account number. Not even my husband knows about it. Let my daughters go and I’ll give it to you. You’ll be able to disappear, live well and long.”
I admired the way she kept her voice steady. It was soothing. Another man, she might have been able to talk around.
She must know that I was going to kill her. They had all seen my face and I couldn’t let them go. Why this play, then? It wasn’t sheer desperation. She was too cool about it.
“Then give it to me,” I said, quietly.
“After…” she whispered.
I stepped to Hannah, grabbed her toned legs and spread them. My cock went inside like sword thrust. She screamed through her gag, more agonized then I had expected.
Perhaps she was a virgin.
Another thrust, another scream. Another and she yelped.
Distantly, I could hear Claire yelling.
Gradually, Hannah’s screams faded away as I took her, to be replaced by deep, passionate moans. I could feel myself tightening in the girl, another orgasm building. I grabbed at the hook control. I lowered the blonde girl to her knees and tore the gag from her face.
My cock went to her virgin mouth, pressed past her lips in one swift thrust and took her wet throat. I pumped her full, as I had done with her mother.
“Stop, you’re hurting her,” Claire moaned. “Please?”
I dropped the girl. She sagged to the floor, with only the hook to hold her up, coughing and retching, come bubbling up and dripping to the floor.
I stepped back to Claire.
“Alright, it’s after,” I said.
I made sure the girls were secured for the night and left with the account number and password that Claire gave me. Of course, I would have to be cautious. She had only given me the number because she believed the authorities could trace what I did with it and find me.
And come to rescue her and her daughters.
However, I had an acquaintance who could work wonders with such information. If I was lucky I could get seventy or eighty percent of the value of Mrs. Prescott’s secret account.Chapter Two – Tales of the Tank
The heavy whirring sound halted.
Heather was in perfect position. She hung by her ankles, from a pulley, head at crotch level, arms chained to her sides. Her long dark hair hung down in a ponytail, almost even with the water level in the glass tank. A couple of feet over and down and her head would be submerged.
At either end of the tank knelt Claire and Hannah bound and chained to steel rings inset into the floor. It would be amusing for them to watch.
All three of the lovely ladies wore metal ring-gags that forced their mouths in a perpetual O-shape: open and ready for the taking.
I stepped up to the struggling Heather, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head towards my cock. She thrashed, deliciously, as I forced my cock between her teeth and slid into her pure mouth.
I sighed in ecstasy. Nothing was quite like facefucking a girl in that position. My cock slid into her throat effortlessly.
My other hand moved to her neck and I squeezed it as I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, brutally, savagely throatfucking her. A long thrust and the hand on the back of her head pressed her down on my cock, holding her. I could feel her tongue moving, throat muscles contracting, squeezing me and trying to push me out. The muscles in her jaws worked as she tried to bite.
Yes. The tightness in her was bringing me close, already.
I pulled back and she gasped, explosively, spit dripping from her lips. I watched the spit roll down the brunette’s face to her nose and eyes. I slapped my cock on her face, pressed the tip into her eye.
I grabbed the lift control. A quick press of the button and Heather was in position.
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I said.
I removed the gag from Heather’s mouth. She spit as it came out.
“You son of a bitch!” she yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you! You have no idea who my father is. A word from me and you would disappear forever.”
“Really?”
This was interesting. I stepped closer to her.
“Tell me more,” I said.
“He knows people,” she said. “Some of them have killed people, before.”
“Would it surprise you to learn that I’ve done the same?”
“Who? Helpless girls?” she asked. She had cooled for a few seconds and was now regretting her words.
“And others that were not so helpless.”
I stepped back from Heather and stood to address Hannah.
“I’ll make the game simple for you, little one,” I said. “You get me off with your mouth as quickly as you can and we’ll see if your sister makes it.”
I grabbed the control and lowered Heather into the tank until her head was submerged. She had time for one quick scream before she was forced to hold her breath.
Hannah looked up at me, shock on her face.
“Tick, tock,” I said.
She quickly attacked my cock.
Hannah was a young girl without the training of a full woman, but the desperation to save her sister made up for it.
She took me inside. Her tongue moved on the underside of my manhood, slathering around in a wet, pleasant way. I rubbed her hair with my free hand. She had such nice hair, almost at beautiful as her mother’s.
“Is your sister a swimmer?” I asked the bound girl. “Good swimmers can sometimes manage three and a half minutes. Most people can’t last more than 60 seconds… Throatfucking yourself might help me get off faster.”
She sped up, taking me deeper.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain or tears of strain, I couldn’t tell. She pulled back for a breath.
“How selfish of you,” I chided her, “when your poor sister has no breath of her own.”
Heather was struggling in the tank. She wouldn’t make it another 10 seconds.
I depressed the ‘up’ button and she rose above the waterline: spitting, gasping and cursing at me.
“Let me show you how to throat it, girl,” I said to Hannah.
I grabbed Hannah’s head and thrust her down, taking her throat in one swift motion. I twisted her head, feeling the tightness. I pulled out and thrust back in, forcefully, throatraping her girlish head. My hands tightened in her thin, blonde hair. I pulled out, long enough for her to take a single desperate breath, and then shoved back in a third time, holding her with tight hands.
She dripped spit when my dick finally came out. I rubbed it all over her face.
“Close…” I moaned. “Let’s try one more time.”
I lowered Heather’s head back in the tank and this time Hannah thrust her face down on my cock with wild insanity, slapping her head down on my hard cock until, with each desperate thrust, her lips clamped the base of my cock, engulfing the entire length in her young mouth and throat.
That was it. My hand went to the back of her slender neck and I held her as I came down her stuffed throat, crying out in ecstasy as I blew my load into her youthful stomach.
My other hand found the control and I pressed the ‘up’ button, still holding Hannah to my crotch.
Heather came to the surface: choking, coughing and spitting. She cursed at me again, but I ignored her.
I had eyes only for the blonde fucktoy impaled on my cock. With my come in her throat and my cock blocking the entrance, it was impossible for Hannah to breathe and she was starting to panic. Still, I held her. The mental and physical pleasure I was taking from her situation was enormous.
“Open your eyes, baby, and watch me while you pass out on my cock.”
She did and I saw the pain and panic in her tear-stained eyes. Her sucking was violent and primal, as was my lust. She shuttered once and was still. I held her down for a few more seconds, savoring the wild feel of her youthful, unconscious throat before letting the abused daughter drop to the floor in a heap.
I lowered Heather to the floor, unlatched her and set her on her feet.
Heather looked at her disheveled sister on the floor.
“You son of a bitch,” she said quietly. “I’ll kill you for that.”
My fist caught her in the gut and she doubled up. I grabbed her ponytail, bent her over the tank and plunged her head back inside. She bubbled out most of her air in a single gasp.
My cock found her cunt and I plunged inside, taking her with swift strokes. I wrenched her head back and gave her a few breaths.
“Ah, ah, ah… god, please,” she mumbled, her voice cracking.
I pulled her head back. “Please what?” I asked. Our faces were close. I tasted her tears, her lips.
“Please kill me,” she whispered, like a prayer.
“Before the night is over, honey,” I whispered back, “I will.”
For several minutes I fucked her, plunging her head underwater while I took her womanhood. There was a sharp and surprising squeeze of her cunt as she came on my cock. I pulled her from the tank and kissed her gasping lips.
I pulled her over to Claire and bent her over the tank so that her mother was between her legs.
I pointed my cock at Claire’s tear-stained face. “Suck me while I give your daughter another drink, bitch.”
I plunged Heather back under and held her as I felt Mrs. Prescott’s mouth on my engorged cock.
“Deep,” I ordered. The mouth on my cock struggled to comply, pushing to take me all the way. As I kept the daughter down with one hand, my other hand held her mother on me.
Oh, god! I had two lives in my hands. I luxuriated in the feeling. I could take them both, right now.
I held Claire’s graceful head down, feeling the soft, wet strength of her throat muscles. She moaned and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt Heather’s struggling cease.
I released the mother and she pulled off my cock, gasping.
I pulled the limp, drowned girl out of the tank. Water drained from her lips and she was unmoving. I dropped her to the floor in front of her horrified mother. I straddled her, rubbed my cock on her unmoving lips and face. The tip went between her lips and I thrust deep into the girl’s mouth. Water shot out around my cock, and she twitched. I removed my cock from her mouth and she coughed: a deep and hacking sound. I rolled her over and she coughed again, water bubbling from her lips.
I pulled Heather to her knees and shackled her to a floor-ring.
Unchaining Claire, I pulled her roughly to her feet. I kissed her once, then removed her ring-gag.
“Stop, please!” she cried. “I’ll give you what you want!”
“This is what I want!”
Before she could say another word, I thrust her head into the tank. I slid into her from behind and ravaged her while her submerged head bubbled and her legs kicked.
Sixty seconds later, I pulled her up.
I repeated the process a few more times, pounding into her wet snatch as I tortured her. I pulled the redheaded mother out, watched as her breasts heaved with exertion.
She was spent, done. I dropped her.
Claire fell to the floor, soaked and sobbing.
I reached down and unchained Heather. She tried weakly to struggle against me, but she was exhausted. And cold, so cold. I pulled her close, kissed the warm tears on her cheek.
“Just one more time and it’s over, baby,” I whispered to her.
I twisted Heather’s wet ponytail around my fist.
I pushed her into the tank for the last time, held her down as I took her from behind. My cock tore into her, thrusting deep and holding. I sped up and pounded her like a jackhammer, desperate to come inside her. She thrashed beneath me, bubbles exploding from her lips. Her cunt contracted like it did before, wild and frenzied.
Her thrashing slowed and she went limp, her death contractions fading away on my cock. I fucked her for another couple of minutes before I cried out and came violently in her pussy.
I let her go and stepped back.
Heather laid there, draped over the side, half in and half out of the tank. I pushed her in. Her corpse sank to the bottom of the tank: its mouth open, skin turned pale and sightless eyes staring. My come oozing out into the water.
Claire was sobbing, her head to the cold floor.
I stepped over to her and grabbed her chin, raised her head so that I could look into her pretty eyes.
“One daughter defiled, another drowned,” I said. “It’s been a pretty good night, already. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Prescott?”Chapter Three – Dreams of Lust and Violation
Hannah woke as I lowered myself on top of her. She was strapped to one of my examination tables.
With frenzied fucking motions, I took her, feeling the depths of her.
Long minutes later, I emptied my balls into her tight cunt. Her mother, strapped beside her, was a silent witness.
I climbed onto Claire and wiped my come and Hannah’s pussy juice on her pretty face. Moving down, I entered her, thrusting hard and deep. She too received a load in her snatch.
I relaxed and suckled on Claire’s tits until I recovered.
Unstrapping the mother and daughter, I took them to the shower stall. I threw Hannah to the floor; pushed Claire’s face to the steaming glass and entered her ass. She cried out, through the ring-gag, at the violation.
I pounded into her bowels, slamming her face into the glass. Minutes later, we screamed together, as I came.
I dropped her, kicked her in the ribs and picked up her daughter. Crushing Hannah against the glass, I rammed my cock up her ass. God, she was tight! A few thrusts and I went all the way inside.
I grabbed her hair as I violated her. I kissed her shoulders and bit her neck.
Suddenly, I felt movement at my feet. It was Claire, struggling to get up. I kicked her in the face, sending her back to the tiles. She didn’t move again, but I could see her tits shaking as she sobbed.
I continued ass-fucking Hannah until my cock burst and I filled her. I ripped the ring-gag off of her and kissed her mouth, hungrily.
My fingers tangled in Claire’s hair, as I pulled her to her knees.
“Kneel beside your mother, cunt,” I ordered the blonde girl.
She obediently dropped to her knees, as I slammed my cock home into her mother’s waiting throat. I thrust down deep and held her tight.
“Watch me, little clit,” I said to Hannah.
I violated Claire in front of Hannah’s eyes. All control left me and I became a lustful animal, desiring unending release. I was suddenly aware of the choking, moaning sounds at my cock.
Claire’s face was red with strain and she was on the verge.
“FUCK YOU, MOTHER CUNT,” I hissed. I held her down and choked her unconscious with my cock.
Still my release would not come. I had ejaculated too many times this morning, but my lust would be satisfied again, one way or the other. I let the redheaded mother slide off of my cock and drop to the floor of the stall. Her body splashed into the water, crumpled and unconscious.
I pulled Hannah to me, by the hair.
“One more time,” I told her. “I’m almost there. Your mother almost finished me.”
She cringed away from me.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I cooed to her. “This is the final blowjob that you will ever have to give.”
“Please, no!” Hannah cried.
“It’s too bad that you can’t say farewell to your mother.”
“Nooo… I’ll do anything! Please!” she screamed. She clutched at my legs, begging. It was a beautiful sight.
“And what will you do if I let you live?” I asked.
“Anything you want, I swear!”
I looked at her, weeping before me, and weighed my options. She was just a girl, too weak to fight me, too young to really disobey. She looked up at me, awaiting my decision, tears glistening on her face.
It gave me a truly godlike feeling. I looked at the ring-gag for a moment and then fastened it about her head.
She cried again, but didn’t struggle. It wasn’t in her nature to fight. She was like her mother in that.
I thrust inside with a single deep stroke, all the way to the bottom of her throat. I held her to me, felt her warmth envelop me. She moaned deeply and her tears ran down her face. I could feel them on my groin. One trickled down the corner of her eye and nose and joined her mother’s spit on my cock.
“Hannah,” I said breathlessly. “Hannah, look at me!”
She struggled to open her beautiful green eyes and after a few moments of blinking, they latched onto me. I saw sadness in them and knowledge of the inevitable end.
Suddenly, she started sucking, sucking for air that wasn’t there. This was always the best part. No blowjob was ever as good as the primal desperation of a woman longing for oxygen. It was as if she wanted to drain me, as if she thought that she might be able to breathe my come.
I watched Hannah’s face with fascination, as she closed her eyes and let the nothingness take her.
The fabulous sucking sensation faded as the more erotic knowledge of what I had done crystalized in my mind.
I cried out and came in her throat.Chapter Four – The Last Gasp of Claire Prescott
I entered my Chamber, nude, and stepped up to Claire.
As always, she hung there, head sagging, toes barely touching the floor. Her prominent breasts hung as well, lush and ripe. She was no child, but a mature woman just entering the first years of her decline.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Claire asked.
I said nothing, my eyes fixed upon her.
“And you’re here to take me, too.”
“How does that make you feel?” I wondered aloud.
Her head rose to look at me.
“Glad that it will be over. You’ve taken so much away from me and you might as well take the rest. The sooner the better.”
I lowered her to the floor. I removed her restraints.
I motioned her to the toilet where I had her relieve herself completely. We entered the shower stall. I scrubbed her body and shampooed her hair. Afterwards, she glistened like a goddess.
I dried her and set her on a chair.
I took something from a cabinet and walked back to Claire, my hands clasped behind my back.
She looked up at me, trying to discern what I held behind my back.
Slowly, I rounded her. My shoulder brushed against her, lightly. She shuttered, suddenly fearful of what was to come.
“Face forward,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded.
I raised my hands to her head and brought them down. I slid the bristles of the hairbrush through Claire’s beautiful auburn mane, straightening it, working out the tangles until it was lush and shining. Soft.
I took a bag from a cabinet. Threw it to her.
She opened the bag.
Inside was a woman’s suit. Red jacket and skirt. White blouse. A bra, panties and hose. High heels. There was a small makeup kit and a crimson lipstick. A pair of large emerald earrings she had worn when I abducted her. Her diamond wedding ring.
My dick grew hard as she dressed. I watched as she applied the makeup. She slid the lipstick around her lips, expertly, not a tremble in her hands. She puckered her lips. She fastened on the earrings…
Finally, she slid the wedding ring on her finger.
She looked perfect. Mine for the taking.
“This way,” I said.
As we got to the door, I stopped her. Cuffed her slender wrists behind her back.
I took her through my hidden passage, the same way I had brought her in, unconscious, several days ago, and into my bedroom.
I motioned her to sit on the bed and she did.
Claire looked at me, brilliant in her red outfit.
I wore nothing. I was close to her, my cock at eye-level. I felt a tingle of excitement. I was nude and she was clothed, but I was in control. I pressed my cock to her face.
My lady understood. She took me between her lips, without hesitation and my member slid down her throat. Soft like silk and wet with her spit, her warm pursed lips brought me to instant rigidity. She moaned deeply, her red lips working intently to pleasure me.
In and out I went, rhythmically, my cock growing harder with each stroke past her smooth lips. Spit build up at the corners of her mouth.
I pulled my cock from her lips and a long line of saliva dripped onto the carpet.
“Lay back, my lady,” I said, lovingly.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and rolled to the center of the bed, arms pinned beneath her back.
I climbed onto the bed. I straddled Claire’s head. I stared at her beneath my cock, stared at her for a long moment.
She was terrified, but accepting, eyes wide and on me. I was her whole universe, now. I was everything. How and when she perished was my whim, my choice, my desire.
Slowly, I rubbed my engorged cock about her face. I felt harder and larger then I had ever been.
I brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes.
“Are you ready, my love?” I asked her, softly, while caressing her cheek.
“I want to be with my sweet Hannah,” she said, as her first tear of the day rolled down her cheek to my fingertips. “Do it, you sick fuck.”
I smiled. She knew exactly how to arouse me.
I affixed the ring-gag about her head, sliding it into place and making sure it was just perfect. I pulled her beautiful red hair out from beneath her, over one shoulder. I tied the silky strands into a knot, high at the base of her neck. Another knot was tied into the tip.
Claire looked at me, confusion on her face, showing through the mix of her last emotions.
I twisted the red strands around her frail neck.
Her eyes went wide as comprehension came.
I thrust into her mouth, hard, putting the entire length of cock inside her frail neck, down her slender throat. I pulled at the garrote of her hair, tightening it, choking off all breath. My cock pressed her head to the pillow and I skullfucked her with all the strength in me, plunging deep into her helpless throat.
I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her to the headboard. Thrusting in hard, I rapidly slammed her head against the dense wood, matching the crack of her head with the slap of my balls against her sexy chin.
I braced her head with my left hand, strangled her with the auburn rope clenched in my right.
She didn’t fight it at all.
I expected her legs to kick, but she was still. Her only movements were the glorious tightening of her mouth and throat and the blinking of her eyelids as her skull cracked again and again against the headboard.
I pulled on her hair, harder.
Her lips tightened on me, trying to suck in air. I knew that if she could control herself, she would go quietly, peacefully. But the body struggles to live even if the will does not.
I thrust in further, deeper; held my cock down her throat. I pulled at her hair, again. I could feel the tightening of it, around my cock. It drove me to climax and I came. My seed filled her throat and bubbled up from her lips.
She choked around my cock, drowning in my come.
Ecstasy struck. And the realization that all that was left was to end her. I pulled hard on her hair: a mighty heave that produced a sharp crack.
Claire Prescott looked up at me, love in her eyes, as she gasped one last time on my cock. And then she was staring at nothing but oblivion.
I held her for several minutes, as I came down from my high. My fist was still tight on the knot of her hair.
From my bedside nightstand, I took a knife. Slowly, I rubbed the razor-sharp blade down her face… over her sightless eyes… across her nose… past her come-covered lips… down to her neck…
The blade cut and I held the auburn ponytail in my hand. It was as if I could feel her inside it. It was all I had left of her, now.
Well, almost all.
I stood and walked to my bathroom, pushed the door open to reveal the bound blonde-haired girl. Hannah looked up at me with wet eyes, her face twisted in a rictus of emotional agony.
A small monitor was before her, showing the broken doll of her mother.
“Did you see that, baby? Did you see what she did, hear what she said? Did you watch her, all the way to the end? She was fabulous. I never dreamed I would have a fuck like her.”
Hannah looked at me, eyes alight with terror.
Sweet Hannah. I liked the girl. I really did. She was a true survivor, coming back from the brink like that.
I pulled her to her knees and thrust my cock in, all the way down her throat.
“She’s still there, baby,” I moaned. “On my cock! Your mother’s spit and her last fucking breath! Take my cock, my young love! And when you’re done we’ll visit that corpse you call a mother and you can suck your master’s come from her murdered fucking lips!”
I raised the ponytail to my nose and smelled the smell of my sweet Claire, as I throatfucked her last daughter.
Now she was with me, forever.

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Teacher’s petting

“Tiffanie, please remain in your seat.”
T sighed and plopped back into her chair and with a loud thud dropped her books to the desk. She was never going to pass this History class and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Mrs. Pollard was unrealistic and definitely had it in for her. What a way to start her first semester of college. She sat sulking while the rest of the class filed out and Mrs. Pollard sat behind her gigantic desk, her back ram-rod straight staring at her. Tiffanie stared back.
She really wasn’t bad looking, Tiffanie decided. She wore dark rimmed glasses over blue eyes that changed colors. Her dark hair was always pulled tightly up showing off her high cheek bones and pale skin. Her figure would probably be defined as curvy and she had a penchant for wearing high heels and slim skirts that clung to her when she moved with sweaters that seemed to stretch over her generous bust.
“Wow,” T thought to herself. “She really is pretty hot and I never even noticed.”
“Tiffanie, we need to discuss your plans for this class. I’m not sure you’re exactly giving it your all”
Mrs. Pollard’s voice shook her out of her revarie. She was slowly making her way around the desk to perch herself on the front edge and look down at T. Thos stupid heels. That’s why she wore them…she was short.
“What do you have to say?”
T gave a noncommittal shrug. She didn’t know what to say. Frankly, she was getting a little nervous at the way her thoughts were running. It wasn’t like her to get worked up easily, but she was noticing more and more the way her instructor’s ass cupped the desk and the way the necklace she wore dangled just out of reach of her cleavage.
“Tiffanie. This is serious. Now, I don’t usually do this, but I’m willing to give you extra help if you’d like.”
“Umm..ok.” T squirmed in her chair. She was beginning to sweat.
“Are you ok? You don’t look well.”
“I’m aight. It’s just hot in here.” T replied.
“Come here, please.”
T slowly stood from her desk and walked up to Mrs. Pollard. She was shocked when the teacher reached out a hand to grasp her arm and pull her closer. Standing up, she placer her lips on T’s cheek for a moment and then stood back again.
“You don’t have a fever, but you’re sweating. It’s not warm in here at all.”
T’s eyes were wide in shock. She could feel the wetness building between her legs and was horrified. What was happening to her?
Mrs. Pollard slowly began to smile. Reaching a hand up to T’s cheek, she drew her closer and slowly applied her lips to T’s beginning a very slow and very sensual kiss. T stood too stunned to do anything but respond as Mrs. Pollard’s lips moved over hers and her tongue darted out teasingly. Slowly the kiss deepened and T felt lost in the sheer pleasure of what was happening until Mrs. Pollard gave a soft sigh and pulled back.
“Now I know what’s wrong. And, I know how you’re going to ace this class.” An evil grin lit across the face of the older woman.
“Um…what do you mean?”
“Tiffanie…have you ever been with a woman?”
T shook her head in the negative.
“Have you ever been with a man?”
Again, T shook her head in the negative.
“Tiffanie….do you want to be?”
T’s head bobbed a yes.
“Hmm…come here….”
Kadee Pollard had been waiting for just the right opportunity for a very long time. Students came and students went, but she had never found the right one until Tiffanie had walked in. She knew as soon as she saw her caramel toned skin and lush full lips this was the one. She dressed like a boy and pitcher her voice low, but Kadee knew that beneath those baggy jeans and polo shirts was the body she’d been wanting and craving.
It was a chance…but, a chance she was willing to take. She took it slowly, asking T – as she liked to be called – to stay after class on several occasions. The time had come because Kadee was hot and couldn’t wait any longer. She had to make her intentions known.
That first contact of her lips up on Tiffanie’s were…well, Kadee could think of no other word than heavenly. She knew she could easily become addicted to their soft texture and was overjoyed when T began to slide her tongue back and forth along Kadee’s lips. In anticipation, Kadee began darting her tongue in and out of T’s and then pushed forward for a full on deep and melding kiss. Pulling back she sighed and knew she’d made the correct choice.
She took Tiffanie’s hand and led her into the office adjoining the classroom where a plush burgundy couch purchased just for such an occasion waited. Kadee had long sat at her desk staring at the piece of furniture daydreaming of this moment. She was so wet in excitement, she could feel her sopping wet panties struggling to hold all the moisture from slipping down her legs. She laid down with Tiffanie – side by side – and began kissing her and letting her hands roam over her body. She was right. Her breasts were exquisite – heavy and rounded. She could feel T’s nipples hardening beneath the sports bra she wore. Tentatively, she felt T begin her own exploration, lightly caressing Kadee’s skin through her clothing. With a smile she noted when cold fingers moved beneath her blouse. Pulling back, she smiled at T.
“Take off your clothes for me, sweetie.”
T looked astonished. Kadee stood and began doffing her own clothing.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one”
She held her breath and first shirt, then jeans, then boxers and sports bra made their way to the floor. T was absolutely exquisite. She sported several tattoos. Her round hips came up to a tucked in waist. Her full breasts hung perfectly shaped and her nipples begged to be tasted. She was completely shaven and Kadee’s eyes wondered over her strong thighs and then back to the area she intended to explore the most.
“Lay down for me, Tiffanie.”
T did as she was told, somewhat nervously. Kadee lay beside her.
“Don’t be nervous, sweetie. I promise you’re going to enjoy this.”
“I can’t help it. I don’t really know what to do.”
“Just lay back and do whatever you feel is right.”
Kadee began using the magic of her lips and her voice to relax T. Slowly kissing her soft moist lips and then moving down her neck to her ear and whispering words of encouragement and promises of pleasure. Then moving back down over her neck to her collarbone as her hands wondered over her breasts and began a slow delicious teasing of T’s hardened nipples. She gasped and groaned as Kadee expertly brought them to their peak with her fingers…before settling her mouth upon first one and then the other and suckling on them as though starving. Kadee moaned in pleasure when T brought her hands up to thread her fingers through Kadee’s hair. Her hips were moving of their own accord and Kadee couldn’t ignore such a thing.
Moving down with her tongue lapping at T’s skin…over her stomach and slowly to first one side and then the other of her goal. T’s breathing was harsh and she was beginning to whimper. Kadee could smell her sex and see her glistening lips beckoning to her. With a sigh and a moan, she ventured forward and took T’s swollen clit between her lips and began sucking. T’s hips jerked forward and her moan became a cry of ecstasy. Slowly Kadee began suckling T’s clit, much as she did her breasts, all the while using her tongue to twist and lap at T’s lips and vagina. The girl was so wet and tasted so sweet. Kadee was in absolute heaven. T writhed and moaned and cried out. She could feel the her tensing and knew she was about to cum. Kadee redoubled her efforts, grasping T’s hips and pulling her forward into her mouth as she sucked harder and tongued T deeper. With a yell, T thrust her hips forward, her legs shaking and her breathing harsh.
“Oh my God!”
Kadee just kept sucking as T rode the waves of her orgasm and then slowly came down. She rose from her position between T’s legs and T smiled at her.
“That was amazing!” She exclaimed.
Kadee smiled at her. “But, we’re not done?”
Slowly Kadee inched her body up T’s to begin sucking and biting her nipples once again. This time, she was being a bit rougher….and T was obviously loving it. She began fingering T’s clit, strumming it like the instrument it was. T’s hips were moving in circles and her moans were steadily growing louder.
“Do you trust me, Tiffanie?” Kadee asked
“Yes”
“Are you sure?”
Kadee looked into T’s eyes and slid one finger deep inside her pussy. T’s mouth opened in shock and pleasure as she gasped.
“Do you still trust me?” Kadee asked as she began working her one finger in and out of T’s dripping wet slit.
“Yes”
Still looking into T’s eyes, Kadee slipped another finger into T’s pussy.
“It hurts!”
“Shhh….” Kadee leaned forward to take T in her arms and hold her. “I promise you, Tiffanie. You will beg me to fuck you.” She lay still – not moving her fingers, just letting them rest inside T’s pussy soaking up her sweet juices.
T began to move bit by bit.
“Sweetie, I thought you said it hurt?”
“It does.”
“Then, why are you moving?”
“Because I want you to fuck me.”
The words Kadee had been waiting to hear. Leaning forward she kissed T gently on the lips and then whispered into her ear “What was that you said you wanted?”
“Please, fuck me, Mrs. Pollard.”
Holding T close, Kadee began moving her fingers in and out of T’s pussy moving slow and shallow.
“Like this?”
“No….please, fuck me.”
“But, I am.”
“Please, fuck me harder.”
Kadee laughed. “That’s my girl!” She began working her fingers deeper into T’s pussy. She was so tight and so wet. Kadee was ready to explode just from watching her move against her hand and close her eyes in pleasure. She began to finger her faster, and reached down to take a nippler in her mouth, biting it with her teeth.
“Oh yes!” T exclaimed.
“My girl likes it a little hard, huh?”
“Yes, Mrs. Pollard! Please! Fuck me hard!”
Kadee began fucking T’s pussy with her two fingers – hard and deep. She felt every muscle moving under her ministration and the clamping down of T’s kegals signaling the girl’s intense pleasure. Kadee leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her legs around one of T’s strong, thick thighs and began rubbing her own wet clit against the her caramel skin.
“Oh my God! Please, don’t stop fucking me!” T screamed.
Kadee went into a frenzy, fucking and rubbing and kissing and biting T until finally T let forth a hoarse cry and her entire body began convulsing under the weight of her orgasm. Kadee squealed at just the same time as her orgasm hit her and she felt the cum excrete from her pussy onto T’s leg.
“Please, don’t stop – not yet” T begged.
Kadee obliged, fucking T with her fingers over and over until finally the girl nearly cried when Kadee removed her fingers from her sopping wet, but sorely used pussy.
Standing, Kadee walked to her desk to grab some towels for cleaning up. She turned around to T to hand her one and then sat next to her.
“So, what do you think, Tiffanie? Would you like my help?”
“Yes, ma’am. I believe I would” T answered softly.
“Good then…I’ll see you Thursday?”
“Yes, Mrs. Pollard.”
T sat at her computer and entered the numbers from her credit card. She had finally found the perfect one – 8” thick mulatto with accompanying harness. Relaxing back, she reached down and began rubbing herself in anticipation, thinking about her instructor bent over her desk with her lily white ass high in the air.
“Oh, Mrs. Pollard. I think I may even get some extra credit on Thursday.”
With a laugh, she shut her monitor off and marked the calandar in her phone for 7 business days as “He arrives.”

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Loving Babysitter Part 2

Once we were in the bathroom, Jamie turned on the water to let it warm up then kissed me again. “Step in Lisa, I’ll wash you.”
I pulled my hair tie out and sat it on the sink, shaking out my hair. It came to just below the bottom of my shoulder blades. Jamie finished adjusted the water and offered a hand to help me in. My face felt sticky, as well as my hands. Once I was in, I started rubbing the water into my hair. It was hotter than I usually showered but I liked it just the same.
Jamie got in after me and took over wetting my hair, then starting lathering shampoo in my hair. I felt a little silly having someone else wash me but it was a bit relaxing. After my hair was rinsed, she massaged the conditioner deep into my scalp. I’d never had any type of massage but I saw then why people liked them.
After she rinsed out my hair, she washed her own and I couldn’t help but watch the suds run down her breasts. They were right at eye level for me. I wanted to bury my face in them. I didn’t know where it was coming from but they were just so perfect. And she was so toned. Her stomach was solid, and she had a nice bronzed tan.
Jamie noticed me staring and said, “Just do whatever feels natural baby.”
I blushed a bit at getting caught then leaned into them, laying my head on her chest and hugging her close. My arms just barely reached around her but I snuggled as close as I could get, feeling loved. I hadn’t had much human contact in my life. After I was about 5, it just seemed weird to hug my parents and I didn’t really have many friends.
Jamie smiled down at me and hugged me back. Nothing had ever felt so perfect so I almost cried out when she pulled away. She just smirked a little and started washing me. I grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up while she washed my back and giggled as my sides got tickled a bit. When she was done with my back I motioned for her to turn around. I washed her back delicately taking in the full details of it all. Everything from her strong shoulders, her toned back, small waist, the sensual dip at the base just above her perfectly rounded ass.
As I got to her ass my curiosity got the better of me as it usually did and I cupped it and squeezed. I had to know if it was as firm as it looked. It was indeed which made my mouth water. How was a woman making me feel this way? I looked up and she was grinning down at me which made me blush.
Jamie rinsed herself off then proceeded to wash me, taking her time on my breasts and pussy. I relished in her touch and just stared up into her emerald eyes. She was smiling at me in such a loving way.
After we were both clean she got down on both knees and grabbed my razor from the low shelf. “Sit down and lean back. Let’s clean up this hair.” She said and she played with my thin curls. I did as she said, nervous about the razor near such a sensitive place.
She seemed to sense my fears and looked at me reassuringly, “Trust me. I’ve done this to myself plenty.” She said as she started shaving. It felt weird but was over soon enough.
We both got out and she dried me, then herself and put the towels in the washer since the laundry room came off of the bathroom. She grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together then walked us to the couch where our clothes were hanging all over it. She started dressing so I reluctantly did the same, frowning at not being able to marvel at her full form as well.
“Would you be okay here for about an hour by yourself? I need to go get a surprise.” Jamie asked me.
“Yeah, I guess so. Can we talk about this when you get back?” I asked, knowing my fear was showing. I was scared she would leave and never come back. I couldn’t handle that. I had just nearly lost my virginity to this woman yet she wanted to leave.
“Of course sweetie.” She said and pulled me in for another heated kiss. “Wow, you learn quick. You already kiss great.”
I blushed, guessing it was probably said just to make me feel better. I walked to the door with her, wishing to never let go. She kissed me again, but more gently, then left. I stood staring through the glass of the door until she was completely out of sight.
I got onto the computer on my mom’s account. She was not computer savvy at all so her password was very easy “1qwertyui”. I used her account for anything mine was blocked to do because all I needed to do was delete the history when I was done and she was left none the wiser. My dad on the other hand would know if I had been on his.
I started with a simple bing search since she used google. I spent the whole time she was gone learning everything about sex that I could. I learned the right words and the funner words. I also learned that what she was was a lesbian and now, maybe I was too. I kind of liked it because all of the gay pride pictures were really neat. I decided to learn more about the culture later.
I learned ways to “eat pussy” as it was called and things like that. I also read some things about the clit and how to make it feel better. I learned all kinds of neat ways to kiss and practiced moving my tongue those ways until I could not move it anymore. I watched a few short porn videos so I could really see how it worked. I was so caught up in the learning experience that it barely even aroused me.
When I heard Jamie pulling in the driveway, I started the virus scanner and turned off the monitor. I had heard people talk about porn causing viruses so figured I should keep that from happening.
When Jamie walked in I practically ran to her and hugged her, thinking to myself how happy I was that she came back. Could this be love?
She hugged me sweetly and sat some black grocery bags on the table. “I’ll show you what’s in there later, you’ll love them. Right now, let’s talk. Go sit on the couch, I’ll be there in a sec.” Jamie said and kissed me on the forehead. I went and sat and soon enough she was right there with a drink for each of us
“First, obviously you didn’t know what was going on so well so I feel bad. I want to make sure you understand EVERYTHING about this before we do anymore. So, what th-”
I cut her off there, “I know what it was all called now. I did a bunch of research on my moms computer while you were gone. I also now know that… Um…” At that moment I knew for sure and spoke out before I lost the courage, “I l-love you. I’m not just saying that ‘cause of what we did. I mean it. I really care about you. When you left, I didn’t want to let go. I was scared you wouldn’t come back.”
Jamie seemed taken aback by everything and sat there for a minute. I shifted in my seat waiting for a response. “I liked it all Jamie. Don’t hate yourself.” I said.
She cleared her throat, “Well. That solves all of the stuff I was thinking about while I was gone. I wanted to say I love you but was waiting to see how you handled everything. So,” She leaned into me and held my face in her hands and gently touched her lips to mine, “I love you Lisa. But you can’t tell your parents. You’re not 18 yet.”
“I know, we can keep it secret. So what did you get?” I asked and her face lit up. I couldn’t help but stare into her green eyes. They lit up and it made me all tingly inside. My blue eyes felt pale and boring in comparison.
She got up and brought the bag to me. Opening it she said, “I actually went to a sex store. Before you worry, they’re all small and we will take this slow.” First she pulled out a smallish dildo. “This ones about 5 inches.” Then she pulled out a slightly bigger one attached to a bunch of leather straps. “This is about 7 inches and it’s called a strap on. It’s for me to wear to have sex with you. The other is to get you ready.” Then she pulled out an even bigger one but with smaller straps. “This is for you. You get to keep this but hide it. It’s for you to wear whenever you’re ready to fuck me.”
I stared at it all surprised. I wasn’t sure what to think so I picked up the smallest one. It felt like actual flesh. It looked like a real cock except had no balls. She then pulled out a plain red towel with a matching washcloth.
“Okay,” she said, “When you’re hymen breaks, we’ll need these. You go to the bedroom and get comfortable. I’m going to get some warm water. It will make it hurt less.” I winced a little at the mention of pain. I knew from what I read about the hymen how painful it was. I took a deep breath and sat down the dildo then went to my room. “I assume she knows what she’s doing.” I thought to myself.
When I got into my room, I stripped down then laid on my made bed. Jamie came in and sat the bowl with the washcloth and water in the bowl, as well as the other items she bought, down on my bedside table. “Aww, I was hoping to undress you.” She said with a laugh. She stripped down too and lifted my ass to put the towel under me. “Just in case you bleed a little. I don’t want to ruin your bed.”
I took a big gulp and was breathing heavily. “Don’t worry hun, I’m not going to do it yet.” She said and got on the bed between my legs. She leaned over me and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her back. Too soon the kiss broke and she looked in my icey eyes.
Jamie started kissing her way down me, lingering on my neck. Then, she started sucking and nibbling my nipples till I let out a small moan then clamped my mouth shut.
“Don’t hold back. Make all the noises that come naturally.” Jamie said then started kissing her way down again.
She stopped and breathed lightly on my inner hip-bone which made me jerk a little. She kissed it and licked at it a little which made me arch my back some and let out another moan. I started to stifle it then let it out.
She moved down and started kissing what I now knew was my clit but reaching up with one hand to play with my smallish tits. She started licking circles around my clit and nibbling at it then her hand trailed down my stomach. I was still letting out small, whimpering moans. I felt her fingers feeling around my opening, poking at it and rubbing gently, with her finger just barely entering.
I felt myself getting close and knew she could tell. All of the sudden right after the pleasure erupted there was searing pain in my pussy that made the pleasure stop and tears fill my eyes. Jamie had shoved the dildo in me and broke my hymen.
She pulled it out very slowly then put the warm washcloth on me which made the pain start to fade. “Shh baby-girl. It’s okay. I know it hurts. Just breathe.”
I took deep breaths and soon enough the pain was gone. “You could have warned me, you know.” I said as I began to sit up and wiped the tears away.
“Just lay down.” Jamie said, “It would of hurt more if you were expected it because you would be tensed up. Now, let me please you.” She wiped me clean then pulled the towel out from under me.
Jamie lifted my legs so my knees were resting on her shoulders and breathed in my scent. “Mmm, you smell so great. Especially after you cum.” I blushed and reached down to run my hand through her short brown hair. She smiled up at me then leaned back down and licked my pussy which made me fall back down onto my pillow, my hair sprawled out around me like an ash blonde halo.
I felt her tongue slip inside me and the moaning began again she moved her focus to my clit, nibbling and sucking on it again as she slipped a finger inside me and moved it in and out slowly. It felt amazing having something wiggling in and out of me. I never imagined sex could feel so good. Another finger moved into me and I could feel my pussy stretching.
“Oh Jamie, it feels so goooooood.” I moaned as another orgasm rocked my body and I felt my juices squirt into her mouth. This time I didn’t stop it and felt her fingers rubbing at my clit, causing the orgasm to drag out and intensify so I was writhing in pleasure.
Jamie stopped and watched me finish cumming then dived back in, this time pounding me hard with her two fingers then three until I came again but just barely squirted.
“Are you ready for more?” She asked and I jerked up.
“There’s MORE? WOW!” Jamie chuckled and grabbed the smallest dildo and slid it inside me without much warning and I fell back again.
She pounded it in and out of my pussy so that all I could do was claw at the bed as I moaned in ecstasy. She started on my clit again as she fucked my virginous pussy then kissed her way up and started kissing my mouth. She moaned back into my mouth. She started kissing an sucking my neck so I came all over again and she sat up.
Jamie watched me cumming my brains out around her little dildo. She was smiling and pleasing herself and quickly came with me.
After we both finished she laid down beside me, pulling the dildo out and dropping it onto the floor, and kissed my forehead. I couldn’t move a muscle. I rolled my head over onto her plump breasts and she started petting my hair.
“Just rest sweetheart. When you get up, we’ll eat supper then I’ll show you how great it is when the cock is attached to me.” I barely heard her as I fell into a dreamless rest.

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A night of DJ’ing takes an interesting twist

This is my first ever story so i hope for my 1st story it’s a good one. I know there isn’t alot of sex and the sex in this is gentle but i do have future ideas for how to broaden this story. Don’t mind constructive criticism but if gentle sex as well as not sex every other paragraph, then this story isn’t for you. Enjoy though.

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Alien Possession 2

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Megan’s Mom

Jenny steals some medication and feeds them to the mother of a friend of hers, to gain mind control over her.

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Adventures of Carrie: Vacation

Carrie knelt on the floor, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her hands clutching at her bare breasts. As she rocked back and forth, the huge dildo between her legs slid in and out of her wet, open hole. Each time it slipped into her, her mouth would open and she would let out a small cry of pleasure.
Carrie’s small stature contrasted the huge size of the phallus she was plunging into herself. It was at least two and a half inches across and over twelve inches long, with a realistic swollen head that parted her lips with each stroke. Occasionally she would slide all the way down its length and rotate her hips to feel the huge balls at its base rub against her clit. This never ceased to bring moans and cries of encouragement from the people crowded around, watching her. This too heightened Carrie’s profound enjoyment. She loved to be watched when she was hot and lusty and it didn’t matter who it was, just as long as they were enjoying her. The more they wanted, the more she wanted to give them.
Doug was always fascinated by her exhibitions. Though he had watched her erotic performance many times for countless onlookers, he still found them totally exciting and never failed to encourage her when she appeared to be in this kind of mood.
This one had started early in the day. When Carrie had gotten up, she had put on a tiny thong bikini bottom, some high heeled sandals and a thin, cropped T-top that revealed her nipples each time she moved her arms and showed the soft curve of the under side of her breasts when she was just standing still. She was casually strolling across the sun deck of the boat to join Doug for coffee when a couple of horns had sounded from nearby boats anchored in the cove.
“You’re disturbing the fishermen and skiers,” Doug said with a grin.
“Good! I intended to and I’m glad they didn’t disappoint me,” Carrie replied with a fake haughtiness.
Doug had poured her some coffee and they had chatted while they sipped the warm brew. Doug hadn’t failed to notice that Carrie seemed unusually vivacious. After she had finished her coffee, she had busied herself by straightening up the deck. She walked around, bending over to pick up and straightened things and reaching up to adjust wind-socks that really didn’t need adjusting.
“Show off!”
“You don’t like it,” Carrie asked looking back at him over her shoulder and baring her rear to Doug and all the other boats.
“Yes, but you should be more modest; the other boaters might see you,” Doug teased.
Carrie had placed her hand over her bare left cheek and said, “There! Is that better?”
“Much. Now they won’t get hard-ons watching you.”
Carrie jerked her hand away and replied, “I want them all to get enormous hard-ons. I may need them later,” and stuck her rear out with a little wiggle to one side.
Another horn had sounded as Carrie had winked at Doug and then continued her very un-domestic cleaning chores.
Carrie had continued the morning showing off for Doug and the boaters. Since her outfit became nearly transparent when it was wet, she took frequent dips in the water to “cool off”. Her dark, erect nipples were plainly visible through her top when she got out of the water and the “nakedness” of her shaved slit was clearly apparent.
After she had finished the margarita that Doug had fixed for her, she suggested that he make another one for her so that she “could get even more casual”. He had quickly satisfied her request and delivered it to the lounge chair she was sitting in.
“What’s the quickest way to give every guy in the cove an erection,” Carrie asked as she took the drink from Doug’s hand? “I want to; them and you and anyone else that might be around.”
“Well.” Doug thought for a moment. “You might just stand up and shout ‘Anybody want to fuck?'”
“No! More subtle, more erotic. I am so horny and I want to make everyone as horny as I am.”
“Then tease us!” Doug went on, “Take off your top and put on a flower necklace or a lea. Get something even smaller for your bottom; something that you can reach into and can be seen around.”
“Sounds good,” replied Carrie as she got up to go down to the bedroom. “I’ll be back in a flash and the pun was intended,” she said with a big smile.
When she returned, she was wearing a long, narrow blue chiffon scarf tied around her waist with the ends hanging in from of her like a tiny loin cloth. Around her neck was a flower lea that did little to cover her. Her nipples stuck out on either side as the lea draped between her breasts.
“How’s that,” she asked Doug?
“If that doesn’t do it, there are a lot of near-sighted guys out there. See, it’s working on me.”
“Good,” Carrie said as she looked at the growing bulge in Doug’s swimsuit. “But I’m not done yet. Go do something with the ropes or the motor or something. I just want to lay up here by myself and get hot and get a lot of other people hot too. You can let your imagination run wild about what I’m doing. OK?”
“I just remembered that I have to rebuild the gizmotchies. It may take quite a while. I hope you won’t get bored,” he said smiling. He leaned over, kissed her and went down the stairs to the main cabin.
Carrie lay back in the lounger and put on some dark glasses. She could see the boats in the cove but they couldn’t be sure that she was watching. She casually opened her legs so that someone with a pair of binoculars could easily see her hot cunt. She felt herself pinch in response to the thought of someone spying on her.
A little later, she lifted the lea from around her neck and dropped it to the floor. Taking the ends of the scarf she wore, Carrie slowly started caressing herself between her legs. The soft material felt like feathers as it softly floated back and forth over her mound. She felt the rush as it grazed over her swollen clit and down across her damp, open lips. It was not long before she could hear the sound of motors running. She pressed the silky fabric down onto herself and rubbed with a firmer, quicker motion until, abandoning the scarf altogether, she pressed her fingers into her open hole. It was wet and warm and she rubbed the liquid over her clit, flicking her fingers back a forth.
She felt the bump of a boat as it pulled along side and moments later looked up to see two guys standing over her.
“Welcome aboard,” she said as she took off the dark glasses but continued to stroke herself. She ran her hands across the inside of her thighs and up across her naked tits and back to her mound. As she again closed her eyes, she heard more bumps against the boat and then felt a smooth, hot object brush across the side of her face. She knew the texture and opened her mouth to take in the hard tool. Carrie sucked the cock deep into her and ran her tongue around the shaft as it pumped in and out.
She reached up to grasp the other cock that she knew was there and began stroking it up and down with her hand. She could hear the moans and groans that were coming from both of the men and could feel the cum as it dripped out of her excited hole. Carrie felt the shaft in her mouth grow more ridged as he started pumping harder. In a few seconds she heard a load gasp and felt the hot juice hit the back of her mouth and then felt the cock in her hand as it jerked and shot a long stream of cum onto her tits and stomach. She continued to suck and pump her hand while both of the men finished coming off in her and on her.
When she opened her eyes again, there were eight or ten people standing around the sun deck, mostly men but a couple of women were there too. Some of the men were naked already and one of the women was topless while the other was pressing herself against a chair in front of her. She recognized some of them as people who frequently anchored nearby them in the cove.
Carrie pressed the intercom button on the table beside her.
“Doug. Could you bring me the biggest toy you can find in my toy drawer?”
“Sure,” Doug replied. “Be right up!”
When he arrived with the big dildo, a cheer went up from the people standing around. Carrie rose and slid the scarf around to her side. She took the dildo from Doug and rubbed the suction cup at its base across the drops of cum that clung to her tits before pressing it onto the smooth tile that created a walkway down the middle of the sun deck. When it was firmly in place, Carrie lowered herself onto it. Her own cum covered the dildo as she rose and fell on the big shaft. It was only moments before she had the first of many orgasms with the devise.
She felt hands rubbing her tits and fingers probing every opening in her body. She could feel a tongue lapping at her slit whenever she rose off the ridged shaft but couldn’t tell and didn’t care whether it was a man or a women.
Another cock slid into her mouth and pumped his hot load of juice into her and she could feel warm gushes falling on her face and into her hair as other guys jacked off while watching her fuck herself with her giant toy.
Someone pushed her forward off the dildo and rammed his dong into her from the rear. He pumped his tool in and out of her and she could feel his balls slapping her clit and felt the warmth as he filled her with his cum.
“I love it doggy style. Fuck me like a dog fucks,” Carrie cried. “I love it. I love it.”
Another cock slid into her huge hole and pumped at her.
“I know what she needs,” she heard someone say.
“Bismark. Here boy. Come on up the ladder.”
Carrie remembered Bismark as being a big Golden Retriever that some people frequently brought with them because he loved to play in the water. She had often wondered how big his cock really was but had never had an opportunity to find out. She could feel his nose and hear him sniffing her as the man in her continued to pump his shaft in and out of
her.
“Wait a minute Bizmark. You’ll get your turn,” she heard the man say.
Carrie could feel Bizmark’s tongue as it lapped at the cum that was on her body. When she looked up, she saw his erection.
“That will be fantastic,” she thought. Though not as big as her dildo, it was bigger than any of the men that were standing around. Her cunt went into a frenzy thinking about it and the man fucking her shot his load of cum into her sucking hole.
As the man pulled his dong out of her, Carrie felt Bizmark licking her slit and pushed her ass high into the air so he could reach her more easily. In a second, Bizmark had mounted her and found her open hole with his tool. As it slid in, Carrie screamed with joy. His cock was very long and hard and filled her nearly as much as her toy. Bizmark wasted no time in starting to probe her with firm and solid thrusts, his cock banging the end of her eager cunt with every stroke while tufts of hair tickled her clit. Carrie pressed up to meet each thrust as the enormous cock pumped her. Bizmark’s paws and legs wrapped around her waist as he held her to him. Carrie could hear him panting and grunting and everyone cheering him on in the background but she was to involved in her own pleasure to distinguish any real words or sounds, only the feeling of that fantastic tool sliding in and out of her hot, wet opening.
The more he rode her, the more he seemed to want. Carrie could feel his rear legs pressing against her own while he continued to pull tighter around her waist. Her slit was gushing with cum; her own and that of the men who had already had her. As she looked between her legs, she could see it running down the inside of her legs in a steady stream and she could also see Bizmark’s dong as it jerked in and out. He pulled it almost completely out with each stroke and she could see her lips spread open and swell each time he shoved it back inside her. She could see his balls hanging down between his legs and knew that they were full of sticky cum that he was going to pump into her whenever he decided to.
“Let him take as long as he wants,” Carrie thought as she came off for the fifth time since he had mounted her. “This is too good to last just a few minutes.”
And take his time, he did. Bizmark held on as though he thought Carrie was going to disappear from under him and pumped her with his swollen shaft. Carrie was in a cycle of almost continuous orgasm when she felt the first of his hot load hit the end of her open cunt. Bizmark continues to ram her and shot more cum into her with each stroke. She screamed and moaned each time she felt him spurt against the end of her and each spurt brought another orgasm for her. She could see the thick globs of his cum as it filled her and ran out down her legs and yet he kept gushing with each stroke. A huge puddle of cum formed on the tile between her legs before he finally, after one hard thrust, slowly pulled his cock free of her grasping cunt and jumped down.
Carrie lowered herself into the puddle of cum beneath her and slid around in it, covering herself with the musty liquid. Raising back up to her knees, she called.
“Next!”
One of the women lay down under Carrie and began sucking Carrie’s snatch and licking cum from her legs and stomach.
“I love the taste of cum,” she explained as she probed Carrie’s dripping hole with her tongue and sucked strongly at the warm fluid that ran into her mouth and then pulled away so that one of the other men could mount Carrie.
While he pumped his cock into her, Carrie could hear Bizmark’s mistress explaining to Carrie that she had started something.
“When Bizmark gets off, he just wants to get off more. He will fuck four or five times in an hour or so. Think you can handle that?”
“Whenever he’s ready again, so am I,” replied Carrie. “He’s got an absolutely fantastic cock and knows where to put it.”
“It looks like he’s ready again right now,” she heard one of the guys comment. “Wish I had that kind of stamina.”
“He’ll have to wait his turn.” another said. “I’m next or I’ll have to shoot it off on her ass.
“Don’t do that,” Carrie cried. “I like it in my cunt–or my mouth. Don’t waste it though.”
With that he knelt in front of her and Carrie took his hard dong into her mouth, sucking and licking it while she fondled his balls with her hand.
“Getting it from both ends is almost as good as getting it from Bizmark,” she thought as she felt the big shaft in her cunt unleash his cream into her just as she was coming again. She was pleasantly surprised to feel a cold nose and a rough tongue between her legs again as soon as the man behind her pulled away. She had thought that his owner had been exaggerating but knew better when she felt the cool paws on her back and his hard shaft pushing against her opening.
“That’s the horniest dog I’ve ever seen.” Carrie recognized Doug’s voice though she couldn’t see him. Most of the crowd were standing behind her so that they could watch Bizmark taking care of her.
“It’s also the horniest lady I’ve ever seen,” someone else said. “Does she ever get enough?”
Carrie heard Doug’s voice again. “I’ve seldom seen her say ‘That’s enough’ but usually, she’s always ready for more, kind of like Bizmark.”
They grew silent as they watched Bizmark mount Carrie once more.
“This is going to be an absolutely great afternoon,” Carrie thought as she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth and felt the dog’s huge, hard member slip easily into her cunt. Bizmark again shoved it all the way into her with one stroke and then settled into a rhythmic pumping motion that sent Carrie’s clit into ecstasy. She couldn’t began to imagine how many times she had already come off but she knew that it was just the beginning. She was determined to give Bizmark his full day’s quota –and love every stroke of it.
All the men, including Doug, were exhausted and their cocks were hanging limp. The Golden Retriever, Bizmark had jumped into the lake to fetch an imaginary ball.
“Have I outlasted everyone,” Carrie asked from her place on a lounge cushion in the middle of the sun deck?
“It’s only one o’clock in the afternoon. We’ll recover before the day is over,” joked one of the men that had twice already felt Carrie’s hot cunt around his shaft.
“I won’t get the chance to recover,” said Bizmark’s master. “We have to meet some friends at the dock at two o’clock.
“What are we going to do with that dog,” his wife asked? “We can’t meet those people with him acting like that. He’ll mount anything that moves for the next day or so.”
“Good thought,” he replied. Turning to Carrie, he asked, “You want to dog sit until tomorrow?”
“I’d love to — dog sit that is — or–,” Carrie beamed.
“I just thought you would agree to that,” he smiled.
Everyone laughed and Carrie excused herself to slip into the shower for a minute.
“Doug claims I smell like I’ve been playing games and it hasn’t been tennis. Would someone fix me a margarita while I’m gone?”
“I’ll get it,” said Doug and followed her down the stairs. When they were in the cabin, Carrie turned to Doug and gave him a long French kiss.
“Have I been good or bad,” she asked.
“Yes,” said Doug as he ran his hand between her legs and felt her squeeze his fingers with her wet hole.
“Can I be good or bad some more?”
“What ever you need,” he responded, kissing her again.
“Need is the key word here. I need and need and need. How many times have I been screwed today? I’ve lost track.”
Doug thought for a while. “Seven times by guys and twice by Bizmark. No! Eight times. I forgot to count myself.”
“Ahhhh! Great start to a really slutty day. Did you like watching Bizmark pumping away in me?”
“Absolutely, just like everyone else did and believe me they did!”
“I got that general impression from some of the comments I overheard. Not that I was paying much attention to them,” Carrie confessed.
“Aren’t you sore or anything,” asked Doug.
“Not in the least,” answered Carrie. “In fact I would love to be doing it again right now. It has been a while since I’ve been this horny! I believe I could just fuck all day long and still want more. I haven’t even started to slow down. OK?”
“Fantastic,” Doug replied with a wink. “I’ll fix your drink.”
Carrie bounced off into the shower and Doug fixed her margarita and set it by the shower door, then went up to see if the “guests” needed anything.
When Carrie rejoined them a few minutes later she was clad only in a thin guaze poncho, untied and open at the sides. She smelled of a very sexy perfume that Doug had given her a few months ago.
Shortly after her return, Bizmark’s owners excused themselves with a parting “Treat him gently.” Bizmark seemed uninterested in their departure as he was again busy sniffing everyone and everything.

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Jay and Faith: The Soocer Team (chapter 3)

Jay a high school teacher and school soccer coach asks his favorite student Faith and some of her friends to help him out by going the soccer team. They might not win every game but Jay will score with some of his favorite players in the locker room after a late game.

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Growing up with Mom

This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.

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Unpaid Overtime #2

When we got to Jessica’s house, we got out of our vehicles, and walked inside. She had a two story house with a full basement. As we walked in, Jessica took her and Katie’s bras that she had from work, and threw them on the living room couch with her purse. Katie set her purse down on the couch as well.
“So, what do you guys want to drink?” Jessica walked into her kitchen and opened up a cupboard. It was her liquor cabinet. She had almost anything anyone would want in there. “Come here, pick your poison.”
Katie and I walked over to the cupboard and looked through it for a minute. “I’ll have a vodka-cranberry. You got cranberry juice?” Katie asked.
“Yup, it’s in the refrigerator. Jeremy? Whaddya want?”
“Oh, I’ll be easy, just a rum and coke. But make it a double. It’s been a long, hard week.” I looked at Katie, “No pun intended.”
Katie said, “Yeah right. No, I agree it did seem like a long week.”
Jessica poured our drinks and led us downstairs. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Jessica turned on the lights. Her basement was big; she must have had the wall taken out to create more room. It was set up like a large bar. Neon lights on the walls, a dart board in the corner, there was a pool table and a full wet bar with two taps for beer. It was very nice. “Look, there, the grand finale,” Jessica pointed to the opposite corner. She had a small stage built and s shiny silver pole went from floor to ceiling. “Let me turn on the stage lights, hold on.” Jessica walked over behind the bar, flipped a switch and three spotlights turned on all facing the stage.
“That’s great! I love your basement. It’s big.” I told Jessica as I took a swig of my cocktail.
“Thanks. Yeah, we took the bedroom walls out a couple of years ago to make more room.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yeah, my boyfriend at the time and I. We broke up about a year ago and I kept the house. Let’s not talk about him, he’s an ass hole! So, Katie, are you ready to make some money?”
“Uh, no, not yet. You know that I need to get a couple of drinks in me before I even get close to that thing. Let’s play some pool for a bit.”
“I knew you would say that. I know how much you like wood sticks and balls.” Jessica said, walking over to take the cover off of the table.
“Shut up, you like ‘em too, and you know it. I honestly wanted to play a game or two of pool.”
“Hey,” I chimed in, “I have an idea. Let’s play cut-throat. And, to make it more interesting, I think if when you miss a shot, you either have to take a shot or take an article of clothes off. What do you say?”
Jessica got a big grin on her face, “Hell yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Katie, you in?”
“Yeah, sure, why not. I’m probably gonna be the first one drunk and naked anyway. Why not speed up the process?”
“Sweet, I’ll let you two fight over who wants to break. I’ll go last.”
“Katie, you can break, you’re the guest. I gotta warn you Jeremy, I don’t lose often. Ask Katie.”
Katie nodded her head. “That’s fine; I haven’t played in a while, so I’m probably not that great anyway.”
I racked the balls in the triangle and Katie broke. The game went on and after a while, Jessica and Katie only had their underwear and skirts on. I still had my shirt, pants and boxers on, but it was my turn. I got the cue, and went on a rampage, clearing the table. “Huh, looks like I won. Sorry girls. Another game?”
“Sure,” Katie said. “Do we start completely over? Or do we stay like this?”
“That is up to you two.”
Jessica spoke up, “I say we start over and make it fair.” We all put our clothes back on and I broke, sinking the 7 ball. I lined up for my next shot when Jessica walked over behind the pocked I was shooting at. She turned around, and bent over, exposing her ass to me, and the small g-string that barely covered anything and split her right up the middle. “Oops, I think I dropped something. Let me grab it.” She stayed there, like that, until I shot the ball. I missed badly. “Huh, Mr. Pool Shark missed a shot. Katie, pants or shirt?”
“Pants.” Jessica came over to me, unbuckled my belt and undid my button and zipper. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and pulled them off. My erection was sticking almost out of my boxers. As Jessica stood up, she brushed her hand against my hard-on, making it pop out of the opening in the front of my boxers.
“Well, well, what is this?” She grasped it, knelt down and studied it closely.
“I think you’re supposed to put it in your mouth Jessica,” Katie said as she walked over to us.
“Oh, like this?” Jessica opened her mouth, aimed my cock at it and inserted me into her mouth. “Hmmmm. That is nice.”
Playing along, Katie walked up, got on her knees and said, “What does it taste like Jess? Let me try it.” Jessica removed my cock from her mouth, but still holding it in her hand, guided me into Katie’s mouth. “Wow that is good. I need one of these all the time.” Katie bobbed her head back and forth on my rod as Jessica stroked me. Katie reached up to her shirt and started to unbutton it.
“Oh no you don’t. You can’t get away with it that easily girl,” Jessica said. “I know what you’re doing. You still gotta get up on the pole and strip for us.”
“Damn, at least I tried to get out of it. Well,” Katie chugged the rest of her drink, “Let’s go then.” She stood up and walked over to the stripper pole. Jessica stood up, still with my cock in her hand, and pulled me gently over to the chairs in front of the pole. I sat down, Jessica picked up Katie’s and my glasses, walked over behind the bar, turned on the music and refilled our glasses.
Jessica walked back over and handed me and Katie our drinks. Katie had another sip, set her glass down and started to move with the music. Jessica filled up her glass again, and came and sat in the chair next to me. She handed me a paper-clipped stack of Monopoly money and had one for herself. I looked at it and grinned. “I can’t give you real money, I don’t make that much,” Jessica said as she took a drink then set her glass on the table. We started tossing our fake money at Katie as she danced. She turned around, bent over and grabbed her ankles. She slowly stood up, sliding her hands up her legs, over her ass, across her stomach, pulling her shirt up a little, and brought her hands to her hair, pulling it up on the top of her head. She reached out, grabbed the pole and spun herself around it, ending up sitting on the stage floor with the pole pressing up against her crotch. She brought her right leg up around the pole and turned so she was on all fours, facing away from us. She crawled backwards toward me, putting her feet on either side of my head, and backed her ass up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the small string going up her ass crack. “That’s hot!” Jessica said.
Katie crawled back fully onto the stage, spun around on her knees, and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. Jessica and I each took a few fake bills and set them on the edge of the stage. Katie unbuttoned her shirt all the way, but left it on. She bent over and picked up the money by squeezing her tits together on it. She stood up on her knees, holding her tits, then let go of them, letting the money fall to the floor. She stood up onto her feet, turned around and started to unzip her skirt. She slid it down her legs, bending over at the waist, and kicked it off at Jessica. Jessica caught it and threw it to the side. Katie brought her hands up the back of her legs and slipped her thumbs under her g-string. “Yeah, take it off girl!” Jessica yelled over the music. Katie slowly slid her g-string down her ass, stopping half way. She stood up, turned around and opened up her shirt, baring her beautiful chest. I felt the blood rushing back into my cock so I took a few more dollars and threw them at her. I saw Katie’s eyes as they drifted down my body to my re-hardening cock. She slid her shirt off of her arms, twirled it around in the air laughing and threw it at me. I tossed it to the side and refocused on her body.
Katie reached for the pole again, and spun around it a couple of times. She got back down on all fours and started to crawl toward Jessica. Jessica took a couple bills and put them in her mouth. Katie, rolled around so she was on her back and scooted toward Jessica, ass first. “Come here sweetie, I have something for you,” Jessica said. Katie moved so her feet were on either side of Jessica’s shoulders and brought her pussy up to Jessica’s face. Jessica moved her face up and laid the money on Katie’s shaved mound right above her pussy, and then she grabbed her g-string with her teeth and pulled her head back. Katie scooted backward on her ass letting Jessica keep the g-string in her mouth. Katie was now naked except for her shoes. I looked over to Jessica and saw that she was looking down at my cock that was growing harder each second. Katie turned around, got up on all fours again, and crawled back to the pole. My eyes turned to her glistening pussy while Jessica’s were still fixated on my cock. I watched as Katie got up on her feet, keeping her hands on the floor, and spreading her legs. Her pussy and ass were right there, waiting to be touched. I reached out but she was too far away. As I brought my hand back to my lap, I felt Jessica’s hand grasp my hard-on.
“Huh, what’s this mister?” She started to slowly stroke my shaft. She brought her other hand over and slid my boxers off.
“Now that’s not real fair,” Katie said. “Jessica, you’re the only one with your clothes still on. Come on Jeremy, Let’s get her naked too. I reached over and peeled Jessica out of her shirt as Katie leaned down and slid her mini-skirt off, pulling her g-string with it, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. Jessica spread her legs a little and returned her hand to my cock. Katie got back up on the stage and continued dancing. She lay down on her back, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy with one hand as the other one grabbed her breast. Jessica looked up to see this. We both watched Katie for a little while. Jessica then turned to me, leaned over and aimed my cock at her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and made circles around the tip. Katie crawled over behind Jessica and spanked her. “NO! That’s mine.”
“Oh, sorry,” Jessica said as she sat back up.
Katie got back on the stage on all fours again. She crawled over to me, looked at Jessica and said, “See?” She grabbed my cock and put me into her mouth. She slowly slid her head down, taking the length of my cock into her mouth. She got her lips all the way to the base of my shaft the first time down. When she brought her head back up, she looked at me and smiled. “Do you like that Jeremy?”
“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can do that again.” I said.
Jessica stood up out of her chair and walked over behind me as Katie swallowed my cock again. Jessica put her hands on my chest and ran her fingernails down my chest and then back up. As she did this, she pressed her tits into the back of my shoulders. I could feel her nipples sticking out and poking me. I brought one of my hands behind me, found her leg and started to rub her inner thigh. Katie pulled her head up, releasing my dick from her mouth, turned her head sideways and licked my pole top to bottom and back up. The feeling was amazing. I tried to slide my hand up to Jessica’s crotch, but with her shoes still on, she was too tall. I grabbed her leg and pulled her around to the side of me. I pulled her leg up and put her foot on my leg, opening up her legs right in front of my face.
I leaned over and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs as Katie continued the oral assault on my cock, taking me into her mouth and bobbing up and down. Jessica started to moan the more I kissed her thighs. I slid my hand around to her ass, squeezed it, and pulled her pussy into my face. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her clit. Katie pulled her head off of my cock and crawled up onto my lap. She sat down on my lap, pushing my cock up against my abdomen. She started to grind her wet pussy against my shaft. Jessica was getting nice and wet as I continued to lick her clit. I slid my thumb underneath her and inserted it into her wet slit. I brought my other hand to Katie. I found her stomach, ran my hand up to her chest, flicking her nipples with each finger as I went over them. Then, I took my hand, slid it down her chest, over her stomach, and down to her clit. My thumb landed on her clit and I started to rub it as she continued to grind on my cock. She started to grind faster on me the more I rubbed her. Jessica reached down with her hand, grabbed my cock, pushing Katie back, and started to stroke me. She stroked me a couple of times then aimed my cock down at Katie’s wet pussy. Katie raised herself up over my hard-on, and lowered herself onto me. This time, she was hot inside. It was nice and warm earlier, but now she was hot.
Jessica let go of my cock as Katie lowered herself all the way onto me and continued grinding. I never stopped licking Jessica’s clit; I moved my tongue faster over her clit. Jessica started to moan more. My brought my hand up from Katie’s clit to her chest and started to pull on her nipples. “Yeah, do that Jeremy. I love that!” I pulled harder on them and licked Jessica’s pussy faster. Jessica kept moaning more and more. “Shit, if it’s really that good Jess, you wanna switch? I need a good pussy licking.”
Jessica took her foot off of my leg as Katie stood up off of my cock. “Yeah,” Jessica said, “I want to feel his cock in my pussy.” They switched places. Katie put her leg up on me as Jessica had hers and Jessica positioned herself over my cock. She grabbed it and lowered herself on me. “Oh my God that’s big Kate.”
“I told you it was. I thought you could handle it no matter what size it was?”
“I though so, but damn,” Jessica replied. She lowered herself slowly half way onto my cock then she brought herself back up taking me out of her. She was trying to catch her breath. Jessica lowered herself again. I felt my head press against her wet slit as I started to lick and kiss Katie’s wet pussy. I ran my tongue from her clit, over her lips, to her g-spot and back. I could hear Katie start to moan a little so I moved my tongue around her clit faster. Jessica had re-inserted me into her and was trying to get her tight pussy all the way down on my cock. She was so tight it almost hurt. It felt so good to have such a tight pussy engulf my hard-on. She gasped and pushed herself down onto me and finally got the length of my cock into her. She sat there for a minute trying to catch her breath and make her pussy relax and open up to accept my rather large cock. Jessica slid back up and down again, moving slowly. I could feel her start to loosen and I could feel her juices lubing me up. She started to get more comfortable and began to move up and down on me a little faster. Katie was moaning now from my tongue going crazy on her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her slit more. I moved my tongue down and stuck it into her pussy. She tasted so good. I pushed into her a few more times then returned to her clit. I brought my hand up to her crotch and stuck one finger into her. This was pretty loose so I stuck a second one in, then a third. I had three fingers in her snatch and my tongue on her clit. Katie was moving her hips back and forth with the movement of my hand and tongue.
Jessica was bouncing up and down easier now, taking the full length of me into her cunt. She started to moan louder the more she fucked me. I was pumping against her movements, making sure I was penetrating her all the way. Katie grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her pussy. She started to scream and moan louder. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, “Open your mouth Jeremy. I’m gonna cu…OH SHIT! HERE IT COMES!” She yelled. I felt the small spray of her juice hit my tongue and lips. She tried to pull me mouth into her more but I couldn’t get any closer. I rotated my head side to side, keeping my mouth open around her pussy, but rubbing my top lip on her clit as much as I could, causing her to go crazy. The feel and taste of her cum in my mouth, made my balls tighten up. I twitched my cock inside of Jessica. She returned it by squeezing my cock with her already tight pussy.
“Oh my God Jess, I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum!” I said in ecstasy.
“Go inside me. I love the feel of cum in my pussy.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I got my shot Wednesday. I’m good. Now fuckin’ cum in me.”
Her pussy tightened up around my cock more as I felt my balls push the cum up my shaft. I pushed up into her hard and let my cock explode into her pussy. Jessica screamed out of pleasure as she climaxed. She leaned toward me, grabbed my head out of Katie’s crotch and directed me to her chest. “Bite ‘em. Bite my tits,” she commended me. I obliged. I opened my mouth stuck my tongue out to find her nipple, and started to bite down on it. Katie reached her hand in between us and started rubbing Jessica’s clit. Jessica screamed more, tightened up her pussy and held her breath. I could feel her juices dripping down the base of my cock and onto my balls.
“Oh my God that was great!” I said, gasping for air. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I mentally had to tell myself to breathe. I finally caught up with my heartbeat and pulled my head out of Jessica’s chest. I picked my head up and looked at Katie and Jessica. I was speechless, but they knew exactly what I was thinking. They each smiled at me, leaned down and kissed me, then each other. Jessica slowly stood up off of my cock, sliding it out of her dripping pussy. Katie bent down to lick Jessica’s juices off of me. She inserted me into her mouth, running her tongue over the tip, making me pull my sensitive cock quickly out of her mouth.
Jessica took a couple steps back and sat on the stage. I looked at her pussy. It was dripping wet and it appeared to be stretched out from my cock. “Look,” she said, pointing at her pussy. “I’m all wet and stretched out now. Damn that was a great fuck. Jeremy, your cock is amazing! I haven’t fucked like that in a long time. Holy shit.” She leaned back, putting her hands on the stage and caught her breath.
Katie stood up, letting my softening cock fall out of her mouth, and said, “You sure know how to eat a girl out too. That was great! I’m so glad I had the nerve to talk to you earlier. Otherwise, Jess and I would be out at some bar, getting hit on by some guys that we don’t even want to look at. Thanks for coming over.”

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George at Cinema X

CINEMA X
That’s where George went when he wanted to see some porn and see some other guys expose themselves for other guys to see. He really wouldn’t admit that what he really wanted was for those guys to ask him to suck their cocks. He kind of really wanted them to insist he suck their cocks, or even force him to. He was shy about that.
He usually ended up playing with other guys as they played with him, or letting them suck his cock. It seemed there were more guys interested in sucking than in being dominant about fucking his mouth.
He often sat in an end seat of a row in a dark corner so that a guy could stand next to him and let his cock out about 6” from his face. He could then decide whether to lean over and take it in, just look at it or reach up and stroke it. He once had a guy do that and he did lean over and take the cock in his mouth. It was a little salty, but he ran his tongue over it then sucked it down, bobbing his head on the guys cock then taking it back into his throat. The guy then turned toward him and pulled his head into his crotch, pushing the cock a little ways down his throat. He gagged. The guy relented till he stopped gagging, then pushed his cock deeper into George’s throat. He got used to it and kind of liked it. He no longer gagged. He felt the guy’s pubic hairs against his lips. The guy fucked his throat until he felt the cock throb, then he unloaded gob after gob of cum into George’s throat and mouth. George usually didn’t take cum into his mouth, but he had no choice here. The guy forced it into his throat, so he had to swallow it, and he liked it. The guy then wiped his cock on George’s beard and walked away. There was a 3rd guy sitting in the seat behind him and he said “That was really hot- you really took his cock deep in your throat”.
George looked at the guy for the first time. He had his dick out and was stroking it. It was very long- a good 10”. His mouth watered. He couldn’t take my eyes off of it. He could almost taste the precum leaking from the tip. George looked into his eyes. He smiled. “You want to suck this one, too?” He asked. “It’s even longer”.
George could only nod a yes. His mouth was open and needed cock. The guy stroked it some more. More precum appeared on the tip. “Come and get it!” He ordered. “I’ll give you as much as you can take.”
George got up and went around and sat next to the guy and leaned over his lap, taking the head in his mouth. It was delicious. He ran his tongue over it and sucked gently on it, tonguing the underside as he did so. The guy moaned. George let the drool in his mouth go down over the cock so that it was wet, then licked up and down the length of it. Then he pushed his head down further and further, taking more of it into his mouth. It hit the back of his throat, and he pushed yet further until he gagged. The guy moaned more and louder. He backed off, then pushed on, letting it enter into his throat, then he began to bob up and down, sucking as he did, and jacking that part of the cock he couldn’t get into his mouth. He squeezed the guys balls, and the guy came. He let loose huge gobs of cum, which George eagerly gulped down, letting the sweet jism slide down his throat. He milked as much cum out of the huge cock as he could, then pulled his mouth off the cock, licking his lips.
“That was the best”, the guy said.
“ You taste really good”, said George.
“You come here often?”
“Not really”
“I hope to see you again”. With that, he tucked his now flaccid penis back in his jeans, got up, and walked up the aisle and out the door.
George was now really hard. He had stroked himself. Harder and harder. He was going to make himself cum, when he heard a voice off to his right say, “Don’t waste it. Let me help you there”. A totally fat black guy came in his row, pulled down his pants and leaned over the seat in front of them. George stood, moved behind him and positioned his very hard 8” incher at the guy’s asshole and pushed. He slid all the way in, easy. The guy grunted and George began to stroke, moving faster and faster. The guy moaned with pleasure. George came depositing his sizeable load deep in the fat guy’s bowels. He smacked the guy’s ass several times as he came, giving the guy a screeching orgasm. .the guy stood up, pulled up his pants , turned and kissed George on the mouth. “Thanks, Bud. I needed that bad”
CHAPTER 2
George had never let himself have a cock up his ass. He knew that someday he would cross that line, but it hadn’t happened yet.
He was at the cinema one Saturday night late. That was the time for maximum crowds, it seemed. There were 4 or 5 guys standing around one of the areas in front of a divider where guys gathered, often with their cocks hanging out. George looked at several of them, picked a big hard one, took it in his hand and began slowly stroking the guy. All the others watched as he stroked harder and harder. After several minutes the guy moaned, stiffened and came in large squirts, which covered George’s hand and dribbled on the leg of his scrubs. He wore scrubs with no underwear for quick access to Jack off or let someone else blow him. He lowered the scrub front now so that he could pull his cock out and rub the guys cum into his own cock.
Some of the guys around mumbled satisfaction at seeing that and moved in closer, hoping that he would jack them off next. He did grab one of the harder cocks and begin stroking when a fairly burly guy grabbed his, now slick cock and begin jacking him. The guy jacked hard and fast, bringing George almost to the brink, when he stopped and whispered in George’s ear, in a thick voice, “I want to fuck you in the ass now”. Simultaneous with George’s nod (he was thrilled), the burly guy pulled the back of George’s scrubs down past his buttocks, spit in his hand for lubrication, covered his cock with his spit, and placed the head of his medium sized cock at the portal of George’s asshole. George bent over slightly and the guy pushed the head of his cock through the sphincter. George gasped and relaxed, letting the guy push in several inches.
George was still jacking the guy in front of him though most of his attention was focused on the guy pushing into his asshole. Suddenly George bent over and took the guy in front of him into his mouth and began sucking. The guy behind him jammed his cock all the way into George, bringing tears to his eyes and hurting his asshole terribly. But the guy held his cock still for some seconds, allowing George’s pain to pass, and the pleasureable sensation of having his ass stuffed full to begin.
George’s sucking and jacking of the guy in front of him was now paying off. That cock began to throb. George took him deep, and the guy jammed his cock into George’s throat as deeply as he could. It exploded, giving George a throatful and a mouthful of sweet male sperm. He relished the feel and taste of the cum and swallowed as much of it has he could as the guy behind him began to move in and out of George’s asshole. He speeded up his penetration. George moaned, and then moaned some more as he got fucked harder and harder. He pushed back against the cock, and moaned “ Ohhh!! Fuck me , man. Fuck me harder.” He felt one of the other guys’ hand move onto his cock and begin jacking, as the cock behind him jammed him over and over again. The cock was sliding into his well-stretched asshole easily now, roughly jabbing his prostate, bringing him toward orgasm. The spent cock in his mouth softened and slipped out. He swallowed the last of the cum in his mouth as the cock in his ass erupted hot jism deep into his bowels, blasting against his prostate. His climax started at that point. He called out in ecstacy as his own cock boiled over on the hand jacking it and his asshole throbbed, clutching at the cock invading it. This milked the cock even further of all the sperm left in it.
He had come all over him, but he didn’t care. He was happy. He had taken a cock up the ass and sucked a guy off at the same time. There were some other guys waiting around for invitations to replace the spent two, but he ignored them and moved on out and went home. He’d save them for another night.

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