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Sophie’s messy surprise

I’ve written a few short stories but this is the first I’ve put online. I deliberately left a few details out so the reader can use their imagination, please let me know if it works or just comes across as vague. Constructive criticism very welcome, brickbats less so!

2 Policemen, a Mother and her 7-year-old, Pt. 1

Author’s Note: This story is purely fantasy, and not one I as author condone or would wish to live out. It’s a style I find both challenging and interesting – which I understand does make me disturbed in some ways, but that’s not something that I feel I can really help/nurture at this early stage in my life, and frankly don’t so much see the need to ………. When two nasty officers pull a mother and her young daughter over, they have things in mind. And they seem to think the girls may just enjoy their wicked ways.

Slut in training.

She was really nervous as she stood in the cold. It was dark and there was no one around, and for the first time she began to really panic. Did she really know what she was letting herself in for? He had told her everything she had wanted to hear; he was going to use her as his toy, degrade her, humiliate her, abuse her as he likes. Every time she had messaged him, his authority over her had aroused her like never before. She knew that she wanted to be used in this way, it felt so natural, but standing there so alone, no one knowing where she was except him, she felt scared and vulnerable. She had never actually met him, he had completely dominated her thoughts and dreams over the past few weeks, but up until now, that was all he had ever been. Now it was becoming reality.
She had done as he said. In fact she had spent all day preparing herself. She had a silky smooth cunt dampening her thighs, the cool night’s air making her conscious of her lack of underwear. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt; no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be prompt. She was worrying that he wasn’t going to turn up, that she would be abandoned in this unfamiliar area dressed like the slut she is. She heard a car engine and her heart started to race, was she really ready to commit to this? His car pulled up and she stood there unsure of what to do. The driver’s door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and she loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, “Hello slut” and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. “Um h-hello Sir”, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would be given a choice, she could walk away now but if she were to get in his car, she would be accepting her position to be used as he sees fit with no going back. She was so aroused that her swollen clit was hurting, she couldn’t have walked away even if she had wanted to. She knew deep down that this was her place in life and she was so eager to see what was in store for her. She told him that she was staying.
Without another word he grabbed her long hair and bent her forward against his car. “I want to check what I am getting first, slut” She squealed unable to help herself as he roughly forced two fingers into her cunt. “You are soaking, you filthy slut” he spat in her ear, she blushed with shame but getting wetter at the way he was treating her. He removed his fingers as quickly as they had entered and she groaned with the emptiness. His manly hand explored the folds of his new toy, checking to see if she had shaven properly as instructed, then moving closer towards her arse. She tensed as she felt the tip of his finger applying pressure to her virgin arse hole, waiting for him to plunge his finger, but he didn’t. He instead opened the car door and pushed her in by her hair, she clambered to get in, her bare cunt completely exposed to him. He was going to enjoy breaking in his tight new toy. She was young and inexperienced and that made it all the more exciting for him, he was going to completely abuse her and then he would find out if she was really the filthy slut she had professed to be. Either way he was going to enjoy himself.
He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. “Stay” he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing as she was pushed down to her knees on the hard concrete floor. He ordered her to stay still as fear coursed through her body. The blindfold heightening her other senses, she could hear him walk around the room, moving things, looking for something. Her body tingling with goosebumps and her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, she was grateful when she heard the order to get to her feet and strip. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, freeing her large pert tits and erect pink nipples. She couldn’t see him ogling her, but she could feel his eyes on her and it only encouraged her. She slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, now only wearing the blindfold and her heels.
She heard his footsteps as he approached her and felt his warm touch down her neck, onto her tit. His other hand reached to her arse and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised at his tenderness as her lightly pinched her nipples and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, pressing her tongue passed his, taking her time to enjoy exploring his tongue, becoming lost in the enjoyment of kissing him, almost forgetting where she is, what she is doing here, and she instinctively reaches to the front of his trousers, without thinking. He bites down hard on her tongue; making her scream into his mouth. He clamps down harder and they both taste blood. Her head is pounding from the pain, but she daren’t pull away for fear that it will hurt more. He releases her tongue, satisfied that he has shown her what happens to forward sluts.
He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesn’t care. She is there for his pleasure; her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her fleshy arse looks so bare. She is so on edge, anticipating his every move. She hears the swish of air, unsure of where the first blow will be, time seems to be going so slowly. She hears a crack and a second later feels a searing pain in her arse, and again. She loses count of the blows as each one seems to find a new untouched patch of arse and thigh. She can’t figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesn’t say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. “You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat”, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point of cumming. He is keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
He walks away for a few minutes and she comes down from the pleasure high slightly, feeling the burning sensation of pain and beginning to shake with adrenalin. She hears him move closer again, he rolls a nipple between his fingers and pinches harder than she could have imagined. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She can’t help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She can’t help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her legs open as he sniggers at the slut she is. He brutally grabs a handful of cunt making her groan in intense pain, he brings her close to orgasm yet again. She starts to panic. She knows he expects her to ask to cum in a certain way, but she cannot remember what she must say. Her mind is a blank and she is struggling to fight off the increasing tightening of her muscles, the oncoming orgasm feels so intense. She doesn’t get a chance to beg him to let her cum as his hand is removed. He smears his hand all over her face as she greedily opens her mouth to taste her cunt juice, trying to suck his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to enjoy the sweet taste. He was definitely right in thinking that this one was a slut.
She feels her hands being let down as he unbinds her wrists, the blood rushing back into her hands hurts, and her legs too weak to support her, she drops to her knees. He takes the opportunity to remove her blindfold which is soaked in her tears, her mascara framing the desperation in her eyes. She looks up at him, in awe of him and also still frightened, anticipating his next move. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what is now expected as she looks forward to see she is looking at his rock hard cock. The precum oozing out of the tip is enough to entice the filthy cock whore. She sticks her tongue out, flicking it around the head of his cock, fully enjoying the salty sweet taste. She licks her lips, fully focussed on giving the blowjob of her life. She starts by exploring his entire cock with lashes of her soft warm tongue, getting his cock nice and wet. He groans as she pops the head of his cock through her soft full lips. He looks down to see her pink lips wrapped around his cock as she looks up at him to see the pleasure on his face. She feels his hands starting to run through her hair, so she begins to suck hard, creating a vacuum around his hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of him into her mouth. She gags the first few times as his cock enters her throat. But she is determined to please him, to show off what she is capable of doing. As she continuously bobs her head in rhythm she swirls her tongue around. She places her hands on his bum, grabbing hold of him, helping him fuck her face. She moans around his cock as she hears “good slut” and feels the spasms of a building orgasm. She forces her head down, taking him into her throat as far as possible as she feels rope after rope of cum going down her throat. She greedily moves off a little so that her tongue can tease the sensitive head of his cock as he cums, so she can taste the last few spurts on her tongue. She deliberately shows him his cum on her tongue as she swallows and licks her lips. Giving his cock a few more sucks for good measure. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal, but she had become so involved in pleasing him that she didn’t care about her own release any more. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her on her forehead. She feels so worthy for being able to satisfy him like she has.
She became conscious of her sweat covered body, her tangled hair, the cunt juice drying on her face. She forgot herself for a second and casually said “I need a shower.” As soon as it had slipped out of her mouth she regretted it, she hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, she should have asked courteously or just waited until he instructed her to shower. “Yes you do” was all he responded. He took her to the corner of this cold room and secured her into a pair of handcuffs which were attached to a chain from the wall. She sat and looked at him, forgetting to be bothered about her restrained wrists. It took her a while to realise what he was doing as he took hold of his cock and aimed at her face. She just closed her eyes in time as a stream of hot piss hit her face and ran down her naked bruised body, soaking her, humiliating her. “Open your mouth”, she was hesitant but didn’t need him to ask her again as she reluctantly opened her mouth, she tasted the sour piss and knew that she didn’t have a say in how she would be treated. As he finished pissing, he took a moment to admire the desperate look on the slut’s face, then headed towards the door, turning off the light and before leaving said, “Get some sleep because soon I am going to fuck your virgin arse, slut.”

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The Clockmaster and The Inventor Part 2

Kara is both the lover and apprentice of Sky the Clockmaster. She works alongside him in his factory, making watches and clocks and shipping them all over. Once more, Kara the Inventor must learn the ahrd way that she needs to obey her master.

One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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The Slavery Series: Chapter 1

My hand landed violently on the pretty cheek of my new recruit and she fell in a heap onto the linoleum floor of my kitchen. Smiling, I turned and extended my hand to her father for a firm handshake. He nodded at me and said nothing, turned, and left. I turned back and gazed down at her, her wrists bound behind her back, as she sobbed.
Her name was Michelle and she had earned this punishment. She was eighteen and had just finished her freshman year at a nearby university, one of the very expensive and elitist East Coast establishments. Her parents had paid a lot of money for her to go there, just like they paid a lot of money for her brand new car, her cell phone, her swanky apartment, her overpriced clothes, her designer shoes, and her spring break trip to Europe. In return Michelle brought home pathetic grades, letters warning her of potential expulsion from said East Coast university, and a snotty attitude. She had spent one year guzzling booze and cum on her parents’ dime and didn’t feel a scrap of regret for treating them like that. At their wits end about how to get through to her that this was unacceptable behavior, they turned to me.
I was glad to do the work I did. Well-to-do parents paid me handsomely for what I casually call obedience training. Honestly, I’d do what I do for free, but I am taking on a huge risk considering the criminal nature of the business, so I do require payment in advance.
I lived in the second floor apartment of a small two story apartment building. Through a business arrangement with the landlord, the first floor remained permanently vacant, leaving myself and my slaves completely alone in the building. Even still, I had modified the apartment slightly, sound proofing the walls and tinting the windows, to ensure privacy.
This was my second year doing this kind of “work”. I spent last summer with a plump little bitch who had gone to school on an athletic scholarship and then put on more than the ‘freshman fifteen.’ Her scholarship had been revoked and she didn’t seem to think it was a big deal that her parents took out a second mortgage to cover her sophomore year. That was last summer, and I recently heard she had really turned it around this past school year.
This summer I was growing my business, so to speak. As Michelle laid sobbing to herself, I turned and stared at Amanda, my other summer slave. Two would be a lot of work, long hours, but I’m a very hard worker. Amanda was in basically the same boat as Michelle, she had miserable grades and her parents were appalled when pictures of Amanda topless and fondling cock in Cancun showed up on the internet this spring. Amanda sat in the corner of the living room, with her knees pulled up to her chin, and stared a hole into the carpet. Amanda had been here since yesterday, so both these girls were pretty much still in shock.
Amanda was a tall girl with short red hair that reached just to her chin line. She was the same kind of fat as last year’s girl she, which is probably best called chubby, with a noticeable muffin-top roll around her stomach, a superbly fat ass, and enormous tits. I don’t know the technical size, don’t really care, but a fair measurement is to say that each one of Amanda’s tits were much larger than her head. She had a beautiful face, too, and she was basically a dumb girl who had gotten by on her striking looks and mind boggling rack. She sat in the underwear she had been wearing beneath her slutty party dress when she showed up: a lacy black bra and a black thong that covered basically nothing at all.
Michelle was still fully clothed, so I didn’t have all the details yet, but she was also tall with dark hair that was long and straight. She was thin and more athletically built and I could already see she firmer ass than Amanda and much smaller tits. Her parents had abducted her from her bed in the middle of the night, bound her hands and covered her head in a pillowcase, and brought her to me, so she showed up in flannel pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. Amanda had been easy for her parents to nap, being that she was passed out drunk in their driveway. She had shown up at my door unconscious and was awfully surprised to wake up here, let me tell you.
Since she didn’t wake up until early this afternoon, I decided not to start my training with Amanda until Michelle showed up tonight. Amanda was hysterical when she awoke, screaming and crying. I administered her first beating until she quieted down. I was violent but careful with my girls, I didn’t find blood or broken noses or missing teeth attractive, so I only used opened handed strikes to get my point across. Amanda bruised some but nothing unsightly.
Since this place was both my training compound and my living space I had to prepare the place accordingly. The kitchen, which contained anything dangerous like knives or scissors, was behind a door that always locked. The rest of the rooms were essentially devoid of dangerous objects. Further, the girls wore a tight collar around their necks, with small metal hoops in front and back, which allowed me to keep them literally on a very short leash. I also had eye hooks installed on different strategic areas of wall and floor so as to maintain complete control over their movement. Ingeniously, each end of the leashes had a small locking mechanism that read and required my thumbprint in order to open, so once locked each girl was truly trapped. Amanda wore her collar and was leashed to a wall hook in the corner.
I pulled her new collar out of my pocket and approached Michelle. As I bent down to apply it she kicked at my shins hard. I grabbed her throat hard and she gasped for air. She continued to kick until I tightened my grip, her mouth was open and her tongue hanging but no air could get in, and I whispered to her that struggling was no use. I loosened my grip and she coughed and choked, gasping, and I casually snapped the collar around her neck. Tears poured down her soft cheeks but I showed no sympathy.
“You put yourself here,” I said to her smugly, “blame no one but yourself.”
“Fuck you,” she cried and she spat up at me. I didn’t fret, I simply pulled out her leash and clipped it to the hoop on the front of her throat. I stood up straight, holding the leash in my left hand, and raised my right hand high. I pulled sharply with my left, lifting the light weight Michelle up to a sitting position, and dropped my open hand harshly on her face. The slap was thunderous, Michelle shouted and fell to the floor again, and Amanda began crying behind me. I repeated, pulling Michelle up and then slamming her back down, until she only whimpered with each hit. When her will seemed broken I stopped and dragged her into the living room. I clipped her leash to Amanda’s collar and took a seat on the nearby couch.
“Okay, Amanda meet Michelle, Michelle, Amanda. Good. Now, let’s go over a couple of things. You are my property. That’s pretty much it, you have as much right to decide what I do with or to you as this couch does to decide if I sit on it or not. Understand?” Neither of them moved a muscle.
“So,” I continued, “you will both probably harbor some resentment against me, naturally, but let me assure you, so much as considering inflicting some kind of harm on me would be a grave misstep on your part, understand? You both know why you’re here, it’s very serious, and I promise I take it very seriously. Any questions?” No one spoke up. “Seriously, this may be the last time I ask your opinion on anything, so ask them if you got them.” I waited. Amanda seemed distant, trying to block this all out. Finally Michelle raised her head and spoke.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she sneered. I stood up and walked over to her.
“Fuck your asshole? You know, that’s not a bad idea.” I began loosening my pants.
“No, fuck you, get the fuck away from me!” Michelle shouted. I calmly dropped my pants, my substantial cock sprung forth, and unclipped Michelle from Amanda. I heard Michelle gasp when she saw my cock’s girth.
I pulled Michelle to her knees and dragged her over to the couch. I bent her over onto the couch, stifling her screams by slamming her face into a pillow. I held her head down and roughly pulled her pajama pants down to her knees. She had on adorable panties, white with little yellow smiling suns, and I smiled at them before pulling them down as well. Michelle had a beautiful ass, firm and athletic, and I spanked it hard. I glanced down to investigate her pussy for the first time but all I saw was a thick tangle of dark hair. She had a dense pubic bush, something you don’t see a lot these days, and resting just above it was her tiny dark asshole. The little skin was wrinkled and tight and looked perfect.
I lowered myself until my cock was pushed up against her asshole. I took my hand off her head to use both to spread her cheeks and she screamed for me to stop.
“Shut the fuck up bitch, I’m sure you crammed more cocks in your shitter than you could count this year, didn’t you?” I truly thought she did, until I pushed down and her asshole didn’t give. She howled a blood curdling scream of pain as my cock strained at her back door. This little slut was still an anal virgin.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck!!” she hollered. The head of my cock finally broke through and Michelle started whipping her whole body in protest. Her ass was on fire, painfully dry and tight. I felt her muscles clench and try to expel me but I bore on, making slow progress, each millimeter deeper sending waves of pain through Michelle.
I howled as my fat log of a cock plowed Michelle’s ass open. She howled too, though not for the same reasons. I had never fucked a virgin ass before, and the staggering resistance and heat was earth shattering. My cock had never felt better, and it made me a little sad to know Michelle little butt hole would never be quite this tight again.
My cock was finally buried in her ass, my balls slapped up against her, and she was full on crying now. I looked over at Amanda.
“Hey, slut, anyone ever fucked your ass before?”
Amanda looked away from me and said nothing.
“I’m talking to you bitch!” I howled. Amanda met my angry stare and nodded slightly.
“I thought so, you fat slut. Hey, hey, watch me fuck her ass.” Amanda started to look away. “Watch you fat bitch or I’ll have to do something about it.”
Amanda raised her eyes and stared blankly at my thick shift as it stroked in and out of Michelle’s ass. Michelle cried in pain with any movement of my cock and after a few deep thrusts I had pushed her over the edge. She laid panting and looked as though she was nearly blacked out.
I continued my assault on Michelle’s asshole with animalistic lust. The first fuck of a long summer of abusive fucks was one to really savor. But it couldn’t last forever, Michelle’s tight ass was unintentionally working the cum out of me, and soon I began to pant and twitch. I pushed in hard, penetrating new depths, and Michelle screamed as I began draining my balls into her. I unloaded a cum load that had been burning inside me since Amanda showed up at my door last night. It was enormous, as they always were, and it flooded Michelle’s tiny ass.
I pulled out roughly and Michelle rocked as I did. My cum sprang up from her asshole and leaked out, her tiny little rectum unable to contain it all, and it seeped down and smeared into her thick bush. I noticed Amanda watching with rapture, wide eyed, and I also noticed the wet circle that appeared on the front of her panties, though I said nothing.
Finally finished and satisfied, I unclipped Amanda and told her to stay on her knees. I dragged Michelle off the couch and led both of them, Amanda hobbling on her knees and Michelle barely managing to crawl, to the bathroom. I clipped them both to wall hoops and told them this was their chance to use the toilet and clean up, etc., before bed. Once they had I led them to my bedroom where, beside my large bed, there were two hooks drilled into the hardwood floor. I clipped each one there, Amanda in her black lacy underwear and Michelle still in her bed tee but naked from the waist down, and told them to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. Eventually, if they were good, they might get some pillows, but for now they were forced to curl up side by side on the cold floor.

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 7

As she told the family secret to him, she had watched his face change for surprise and
awe, to passion and lust. His cock had stiffened, growing to steel-like hardness, and
the moment she had finished he had thrown her down and savagely stuck his engorged prick
all the way up her hot cunt making her cum instantly. Now, he roughly pushed her on her
back and plunged his thick cock back in her sizzling cunt. Her nails and teeth dug into
his flesh leaving their marks as they vented their perverted pleasures. His hands bit
harshly into her upturned asscheeks, his hips frantically slapping against her butt.
She reached behind him and cradled his balls, still heavy with cum, in her hands.
“Cum for me, Peter! Oh, my son, cum for me!” she cried, as her sweat-slick body humped
back at him. His thrusts were longs and hard, and each one sucked her spongy cuntlips
in and forced the breath from her body. He started to pump faster and Carol moaned as
pain and pleasure mixed together.
“Oh, shit! … Gotta cum, Mom … can’t hold back!”
“Cum in my mouth this time. . . let me taste it. Please cum in my mouth!”
His body stiffened and she scrambled to get up, but she wasn’t fast enough. His voice
choked as his control broke and reason left him.
“Aaaaaaaagggggg!” he growled. Cum splashed her face and body before she could get her
hand around his erupting cock and direct it into her mouth. He was shooting by the
cupful. Her mouth filled and she swallowed automatically, hardly tasting its thick,
salty texture. She swallowed again and again, her tongue too busy to capture the slimy
wads that streaked down her cheeks and dripped off the tips of her heaving tits.
Carol held Peter’s ass tightly and continued to suck his cock while his body shook with
uncontrollable spasms. Thick, white cum dribbled down her chin. Finally, his shaking
began to subside. With weak legs, he collapsed on the bed, taking Carol with him.
“Oh, shit, that was good,” he said with a heavy sigh.
“Uhmmmmmmmm, was it ever!” she said, rubbing the thick cum into her body, making her
skin shine. Carol rolled over on her stomach, her tits resting on Peter’s arm. Her
fingers played with the hair on his chest.
“Oooh, my pussy’s sore,” she sighed. “A good sore, though.” She paused. “Peter? What
do you think about us? I mean, about the family?”
He shrugged. “I don’t really know yet, but it blows my mind that I’m fucking my own
mother.”
“You’re my adopted son,” she corrected.
“Same difference,” he said, smiling widely. “And she’s just about the best piece of ass
I’ve ever had, too.” A few hours ago, he remembered, he had said the same thing about his
aunt.
Playfully, Carol punched his arm. “You looked like you were going to say something,” she
said.
“Er, this family business? Eh, last night … aunt Mary … I mean, Mary … well, we
fucked! In the pool.”
“That bitch!”
The words were harsh, but Peter could hear the smile in her voice. “You don’t mind?” he
asked.
“Oh, I should have known. She had the hots for you the second you stepped out of the cab.”
She giggled. “Who was better? Me or her?”
“Hell, I’ll never tell. But I did think that was the wildest thing that ever happened,
until tonight and you.”
Peter hesitated. “Mom? … Carol! I’m worried about Dad. I know you guys have your own
thing going, but I just can’t see myself walking up to him and saying, ‘Hi Dad. Guess
what? I’ve just fucked your wife.’ I don’t think he’d accept his son’s cock in your pussy.”
Carol thought about her husband and all the changes they had gone through. Would this
really hurt him? Or would he accept it as a natural extension of their own secret life?
She thought of all the times Mike had filmed her with a hot, young cock in her cunt, in
her ass or mouth; his eyes glazed and his face flushed with built up lust and passion.
He couldn’t object to what had happened between her and his son, but she wondered. She
fingered Peter’s flaccid prick and it stirred. “Let me worry about your father,” she
said with forced conviction.
“Oh, Christ! I’m squishing like a wet dish rag. I didn’t think anyone had that much juice
in them. In that way you’re just like your father!”
Peter laughed, feeling a flush of pride and excitement in his loins and, surprisingly,
a glow of love that he hadn’t detected before.
“I have to take a shower,” Carol said.
“Com’on, I’ll wash your back.”
“Bullshit! That cock of yours is getting hard again. You’ll drown me. Stay here and rest,
and when I come out, I’ll tell you why I think you won’t have any trouble seducing Marsha.
It’s another secret.”
Peter reddened, a bit embarrassed. In the heat of their passion he had almost forgotten
about his lovely sister, his fantasy, and here was her mother reminding him, telling him
to go out there and fuck her. It was an unbelievable world!
Carol smiled at him and walked to the bathroom, her smooth, rounded ass swaying. He
stretched and yawned and his sore body protested. He ached in a hundred different places.
His back had been raked by her nails and angry welts stood out on his shoulders, vivid
reminders of her sharp teeth.
He couldn’t remember when he felt better.
“Well! Look what we have here.”
Peter gaped. Marsha stood in the doorway, her arm resting on the jam. She was naked!
*********************
Marsha smiled as her brother hastily threw a sheet over his nakedness. “It’s a little
late for that, Peter. I peeked. Where’s Mom?”
He stiffened. She knows, he thought. Sheepishly, he nodded towards the bathroom. His
tangled mind tried to find words to explain, but all he could do was gesture helplessly
with his hands.
She smiled at his discomfort. “Poor baby! Don’t worry. I think it’s the greatest thing
in the world, you and Mom. I hope it’s that way for us.”
Incredulous, he stared at his lovely sister. Was she really standing in the doorway,
naked? Was she really saying the things he thought she was? That she knew about him and
her mother; that it was okay, and that she wanted to fuck him?
“Marsha,” he said, finally, “What the fuck is going on here?
Slowly, she walked to the bed, watching his eyes trail over her body, appraising it,
comparing it to her mother’s. The comparison would be favorable. She knew because her
father had told her so. Her slender frame and large tits gave her a more sensuous
appearance. A ‘sex machine’ her father had called her. She liked that description.
Peter eyed her up-right, large cherry-tipped tits. Her tiny waist flared into a perfect
hipline and tapered to long, strong, shapely legs. A flat stomach ended at a surprisingly
thick blonde mound. He noted the sway of her hips and the puffy lips of her cunt slit
peeking through the tangled muff. She was even more beautiful than in his fantasies, and
her long, blonde hair, in wild disarray, gave her a wanton look.
A real sex machine!
Despite his long night of passion, Peter felt his chest tighten and a warm heat flow to
his loins. His prick stiffened and stood erect, the sheet tenting out above his body,
like a miniature pyramid. Fluidly, she sat on the bed; her skin aglow and her eyes bright
with excitement. The tips of her fingers grazed the top of his cock and it twitched
violently.
“Oooooh, I didn’t think it would come up so fast,” she said seductively. “I’d have
thought Mom would have fucked you out.”
Peter gulped. He looked hastily at the bathroom door. He could hear the shower running.
His hands ached to caress the big, beautiful tits and suck her hard nipples. Instead, he
dug his hands into the bedsheet and bunched it, tightly, in his balled fists.
“Marsha,” he repeated, “What the fuck’s going on her?”
She ran her nails down his naked thigh and a shiver ran up his body. “Just the most
natural thing in the world, Peter. I’ve come here to fuck you!” she said in a calm,
sweet voice. “I’ve just finished fucking Daddy!” she giggled. “I think I fucked him out,
too. And now, I’m going to fuck you. Just the way you fucked Mom.”
“You what? he asked, when the words finally penetrated. “You fucked Dad? Really fucked
him?” Peter gestured with his hands and Marsha smiled.
“Yup! I really fucked him! And he fucked me back. he even stuck his prick up my ass;
told me I was just like Mom. Wasn’t that sweet?” She ran her fingers up and down his
thigh again and his cock stiffened to steel-like hardness.
Peter stared wide-eyed, unblinking, awed at the surprising change of events. He had
screwed her mother! Marsha had screwed his father! And now she wanted to fuck him. His
fantasy come true! His blood stirred and a strange excitement flowed through his body.
His cock threatened to burst, but the latent voyeur held his mind captive.
“Then it’s true! The family secret! I don’t think I really believed it until just this
minute. What happened? How did you do it?”
“Easy,” she grinned excitedly, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock beneath the
sheet. Her eyes glowed. Sharing this with Peter was more erotic than she could believe.
She didn’t think it was possible to become more aroused than she was, but her cunt was
twitching maddeningly, gushing hot cream, and she knew that she was.
“I just walked in and started to suck his cock. After that, everything just naturally
happened. Actually,” she said, “I really came up here to fuck you, but you were already
hard at work with Mom.”
“That was an accident. I thought it was you and she thought she was dreaming.” He
shrugged. “By the time we realized what was going on it didn’t seem to matter who we
were.”
Eyes flashing, Marsha smiled. “Daddy was very good. How about Mom?” she asked, nodding
towards the bathroom.
“Wild!” he said with a wide grin. “Absolutely wild!”
Slowly, she pulled the sheet off, exposing her brother’s thick hard-on.
“I want you, Peter! I’ve wanted you for so very long,” she said, her voice choking with
passion. Her hand moved softly over his erection, like a caress, teasing him unbearably.
“Ooh, you do have a big, beautiful cock. I’ll bet Mom really enjoyed this lovely monster.”
His skin tingled as her hot hand enfolded his shaft.
“Marsha! I want you too. I’ve been dreaming about you for years, but Mom will be out
in a second.”
She giggled, sounding much like her mother. “Oh, Peter, I’ve waited so long to hear you
say that, and don’t you worry, my darling, Mom isn’t going to be embarrassed by us
fucking. Didn’t she tell you about what we did last night? … Oooooh, it’s so big and
hard! I love him!”
Marsha’s fingers were kneading his cockflesh, sending red hot shivers pulsing to his
feverish brain. He had trouble grasping her words.
“Wha … what did … do?” he mumbled.
Very slowly, Marsha began to stroke him up and down.
“Later,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, later. Now,
I just want to play with your cock, Peter. It’s even bigger now than I thought it would
be. I’m so glad of that.”
His mind was fuzzy. What had she and Carol done? She wasn’t making sense to him. Suddenly,
without warning, she sucked his cock deep into the warm, moist cavern of her oval mouth.
He cried out loudly. Her tongue worked furiously, twisting and twirling around his hot
shaft, her sharp teeth raking the tender underside. He gasped and grabbed fistfuls of
her wild hair, forcing her head downward into his humping crotch.
“Oh, baby! Ahhhh! … so fucking good! Your mouth’s like a furnace!”
Marsha twisted her head from side to side and made little sucking sounds as she worked
his thrusting prick in and out of her saliva-filled mouth. The musky, man-smell of his
cock was sharp and tangy in her nostrils and she could feel the huge knob pulsate as
Peter’s thrusting hips made it hit the opening of her throat. Her tongue washed the
heavy crown and was rewarded with a drop of salty pre-cum for her effort.
Peter tugged at her shoulders, pulling her slightly forward so he could reach her
beautiful, heaving tits. The flesh felt hot and tingling against the palms of his hands.
He squeezed them and rolled her stiff nipples between his thumb and finger. Her eyes
slitted with passion. She opened her mouth to moan and a large droplet of saliva ran
down his prick into the dark tangle of his pubic hair.
Her mind raced with elation. At long last, she was sucking her brother’s cock! Feeling
it deep in the warm recesses of her throat. She was tasting the sharp, salty flavor of
his pleasure-giving tool. The tender skin of her face was being scoured by the abrasive
tangle of thick hair at the base of his rampant cock. And she adored the feeling.
Marsha worked her hands feverishly over his strong body; her aroused sense of touch
sending little electric jolts to her body as she cupped his heavy balls and kneaded the
soft inner flesh of his hairy thighs. Gasping for breath, she rubbed his cock along the
sides of her cheeks, leaving streaks of saliva in its wake.
A heavy tremor shook her body when Peter squeezed her hot, sensitive tits. They had
become her trigger, and her sopping cunt oozed a hot stream of pussycream that leaked
through the blonde jungle and down her trembling thigh.
“Oh, yesssss, Peter, yesssss! Play with my tits! Suck my nipples! Oh, I love it so
much when you do that. Ugh!” she cried. “Ooooooh, fuck me, Peter, my love, my brother!
Please fuck me!”
*********************
Carol wrapped a towel around her damp hair. She felt refreshed and invigorated; a new
and complete woman. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. I am a new woman, she
thought; marvellously contented and sublimely happy. I have my family and my world is
complete. She rubbed her hands over her face. There were no telltale signs that she had
committed sins not mentioned in polite company: incest and adultery. Of course not, she
mused, why should there be? Convention calls them sins, not those who are fulfilled by
them. No one can tell, but if they could see behind her smile, they would see that she
enjoyed herself beyond her wildest dreams and fantasies. Peter was a marvelous lover,
with enormous staying power, and a beautiful, thick and agile cock. She had been
thoroughly fucked and the darkside of her hidden passions completely satisfied.
What would the world think about her, she wondered? Envy? Condemnation? It didn’t matter.
This was her life and she had made her choice. For her, it was the right choice. She
wondered how her husband and brother would react. Would they be jealous? Annoyed? After
all, it had been just the four of them, at first. The decision to open up their
relationship to others – to “swing” – had taken much discussion, even though they were
all secretly aroused by the idea. Would the introduction of Peter and Marsha to their
circle create a problem? Not for Mary, of course, she thought smiling at the image of
her voluptuous sister-in-law perched on Peter’s active prong. Mike and John? Well, she
thought wickedly, there was one way to insure their acceptance. Marsha!
Wrapping a large bathtowel around her body, she giggled and opened the bathroom door.
The muted voices came to her immediately and she froze in place.
“Ohhhhhh, Peter! Peter, my darling! … Yesssss! Fuck me hard! Harder, Pete! … Oh,
God, I’ve waited so long! … Feels so wonderful, so good … I’m in heaven!”
“Baby! Baby! I love you so much! … Wanted you all the time! … Aggggh! Yeah! …
Cunt’s so hot … Oh, squeeze my prick! Yeahhhhh! … like that!”
Carol licked her suddenly dry lips and shivered deliciously as she listened to her
children, her lovers, Peter and Marsha, confess their desire and passion for each other.
Her entire body flushed and a rosy glow, a loving warmth, flowed to her loins. With
trembling hands, she slowly opened the door. They were facing away from her, asses
moving in rhythm; Peter’s thick shaft, slimy with fuckjuice, surrounded my Marsha’s l
ustrous cunt-hair. She could see speckles of dewy pussycream glistening in the lovely
blonde thatch.
Marsha’s wanton hips drove upward, slamming against Peter’s crotch as he drove his huge
fuck-meat down into the boiling depths of her heated body.
Wide-eyed with love and wonder, she watched her son’s powerful prick plunge in and out
of her daughter’s squishy cunt. Marsha’s legs were wrapped tight around his muscular
back, and her hand dug deeply into his asscheeks. Their shining bodies gleamed from
passion and perspiration. The sight and sounds of their passion sent a wave of parental
love through her, followed, almost immediately, by a feeling of erotic arousal, so
strong that her legs began to tremble. Watching her lovely, blonde daughter’s body
writhe and shake was like viewing a film of herself; a younger version of her own secret
passions, only this was real. She could put out her hand and touch them. She could smell
the sex; the sheer animal vitality of their lust. Her breathing was ragged and warm
moisture ran down her inner thigh – hot cunt-juice! Voyeuristic pleasure was making
her cunt leak like an old roof.
Steadying herself against the door, she gaped as Peter drew his cock out of Marsha’s
grasping cunt, almost to the very tip, then, with a deep groan, plunged it back in,
mercilessly. Her pussy contracted and her stomach tighten as her mind felt the fat shaft
rasp along the tender walls of her own wet cunt.
Marsha screamed. “Aggggggggghhhhhhh! Cummin’ … cummin’ … oh, God, Peter … I’m
cummmmmin’ … fuck me! Harder! Yessssssss! … Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
Carol stiffened as she watched Marsha go out of control, her body erupting in a killer
orgasm, the culmination of years of fantasy and frustration. She shook and trembled,
wildly; churning and bucking, her cunt frantically trying to hold her brother’s exploding
cock captive and make the moment last forever.
Marsha’s violent contortions were too wild for Peter, and he was bucked off just as his
throbbing prick started to spray his pent-up love juices. Globs of thick, white cum
splattered all over her stomach and tits; splashing her face and hair. His pulsating cock
seem to shoot on forever and cum ran in rivulets down the crevasses of her body. Peter’s
body sagged, then collapsed beside his sister’s trembling and gasping form.
The towel dropped away as Carol ran to her daughter and gathered the still-shaking body
in her arms. Marsha was slick with Peter’s cum. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay! I’m here.
Easy, sweet-heart. Rest. I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there! Just rest.
Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. So happy!”
Automatically, Marsha wrapped her arms around her mother. They were cheek to cheek,
breast to breast, mound to mound. Peter’s cum made their bodies slide against each other,
transmitting the heat of their flesh. Rubbing up against Marsha’s chest, Carol’s nipples
became hard and erect. The feel of flesh beneath her hands was wonderfully exotic. Hardly
aware of it, they began to rub against each other, lewdly. Their lips found each other
and tongues entwined. Loving hands caressed sensitive tit-flesh, and nimble fingers
rolled nipples around like marbles.
His body sore and legs rubbery, Peter pushed himself up and stared in disbelief, his
panting finally lessening. His cock, still half-hard, glistened with dripping cum and
pussy- juice. Marsha’s wild bouncing had pushed him to the other side of the bed, near
their heads. He watched their passionate embrace with wonder, then put his cock directly
above their faces – it just seemed the thing to do – and let a stray drop of cum-juice
fall on Marsha’s nose. It ran down to her lips, and he watched in amazement as their
twisting tongues fought to lick it.
“Suck my dick,” he said hoarsely, “both of you.”
Carol, galvanized by the taste of Peter’s heavy cum- cream, struck first, taking all of
his semi-soft prick in her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around the deflating
cockshaft and began to suck greedily, her wild tongue swishing from side to side. Marsha,
watching her mother’s wet mouth slide up and down the veined shaft, reluctantly, contented
herself with licking her brother’s hairy balls, matting the thick hair against his skin
with her saliva. Neither, let go of the other’s warm tits; their hands roaming at will.

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Hi friends!! This is my first story for you. This incident happened in my life a couple of months ago. My name is Amit and I am a FYJC student. I have a good friend circle and I am exceptionally well placed with the girls of my college. My age is 17 and I stand 5’10”, approximately 145lbs and have a well toned body, thanks to my regular workout. We are a family of 5 consisting of my younger twin sisters, my parents, and me. My father is around 47, sales executive and the major portion of his life is on wheels traveling from one place to another.
Mom is around 36 and is a school teacher so she has an 8 to 3 routine life. My sisters are 7 years younger to me. Mom and I get back home around the same time. We take lunch together and then we part off with our works. My evenings are spent with my friends and I keep up with them till late. I had not been too lucky with girls as the only fortune that had come my way till this incident was an after dinner lip-to-lip kiss and gentle breast cuddle with my girlfriend.
At night my dreams are haunted by the thoughts of getting naughty with girls at times they are my cousins or even my mom. I feel guilty but I could not help it. It was somewhere there in my mind and I was unable to throw it out. I would generally end up jacking off in middle of night thinking of nude woman playing with me. With age was growing my lust for sex. Every morning I was a little more horny. From one time a day, I started jacking off twice sometimes even thrice a day. I would never miss a chance to see some sexy item number on a music channel and even that was enough for me to jack off. I had only one thing in my mind now “How to have sex?” Can not have gone to whore, my girlfriend was not ready to participate in my sex game. All this was adding to my desperation for sex.
I was now starving for sex and all this led to the escalation of my fascination for my mom. As told to you earlier guys my mom is 36 her name is Anamika. She measures 5’5” barefoot and has a slender figure of 37-29-38, a typical Indian woman type profound butt. Her beautiful long hair perfectly matches the length of her even more beautiful back. Her bosoms are medium large in size always fighting hard for their freedom from the glamorous lingerie she wears. She has maintained her dimensions superbly well. When she is at home she is in a dressing robe and normally wears her lingerie inside. Outsides she is clad in sari or chudidar with short kurties, she prefers wearing kurties at the school and likes to be in sari when she is at some evening get-togethers or a party. I like to see her in sari for a simple reason that sari brings out her figure more and in addition looks more juicy than those covered all kurties. The collection of her low cut blouse with string backs is toxic. When she is clad in a sari with a low cut blouse she looks immortal. The naval button on her almost flat tummy looks great. She wears her sari just below her naval button so they are easily visible.
The low cut blouse, it seems is more for revealing than to conceal. The “WONDER BRA” she wears keeps pushing her mounds to shoot out of her blouse. At times I have noticed that the darker parts of her breast surrounding the nipples are slightly above the border of her already too low neckline blouse. Thanks to those high heels Ana (My mom’s nick name) wears; every step she takes gives metrical movement to her butts. Her butt sways in rhythm as she walks. In her dressing robe although she is covered all over, her curves are prominent. The pressure exerted by her assets on the thin material makes it easy for any one to imagine, rather ascertain her shape and size. In one word she is “HOT”.
It was early June; summer had just started to heat things up. Although the weather was never very hot or humid here, but the temperature was rising every day.
At evenings Ana would take a bath, put on her skimpy robe and would get busy with her kid daughters. By 8 the kids found there place on bed and Ana would normally get busy with her magazines or books. With my increasing desperation I was getting away from my friends I wanted to be alone with my desire, my dreams, and dirty fantasies. I started returning home early. My dad generally got back home around 9 and we had our dinner together at about 10 every night. It happened one day that my dad called home and informed us that he will be late for dinner and so we should not wait for him at the dinner. As usual, my sisters went to bed by 8 and Ana got to her books. I was in my room lying on my bed restlessly. I was thinking about the beauty and the sex appeal in Ana when suddenly Ana called me for dinner. I walked to the dining space thinking about my helplessness to fulfill my desire.
Ana was preparing the dinner table; every time she bent to place something on the table her robe would part and give me ample opportunity to watch her milk pots. To bring me more luck she started serving me food standing opposite to me instead of standing beside me and all the time she served me I stared her globes. I was rock hard by now and was dying to jack off, my dick was steel hard, and it started giving me pain. I had to leave dinner in between to jack off before I resumed dinner. While I was having dinner my mom was standing by the window looking at people having walk after dinner in the colony premises. As I wanted some more food I gave her a call. She turned in a scurry and to my utmost and happiest bolt from the blue, got her robe entwined in the window clip. This left a fraction of her robe hanging on her body while the most of it preferred to hang by the window clip. For a moment she was thoughtless but the same moment for me was full of anticipation. It sent a shiver down my spines. I was seeing her standing strip naked in front of me. Moments later, embarrassed, she covered her cunt with the remaining piece of the robe and started walking quickly to her room.
While she was walking her boobs visible under her more than translucent bra were moving up and down with every step. I was unable to take my eyes off her mounds and she surely noticed me doing so. She was looking like a whor, a perfect slut I always dreamt of fucking. As if in a state of unconscious dream, I called her and this time it was not “mom” or “mommy” but it was “ANAMIKA”. I was calling her by her name; she could not understand what came out of my mouth and froze at the door of her room. All this had rushed a lot of blood down my brain I was hard again. I was walking towards her slowly. Meanwhile she turned to determine what was happening. Seeing me walk down to her staring continuously at her milk mounds she started taking steps backwards into her room. I closed in to her warm proximity; I was feeling her heart beating faster than normal. With every heartbeat her breast jumped a distance. I ad my eyes glued on then when suddenly a shaken voice reminded me what I was doing.
I looked up and saw Ana looking straight at my eyes I knew what I had done so there was nothing to hide nor I was left innocent to deny. I gathered the devils dare and looked straight into her eyes. I said how sexy she was looking in the piece of net she was wearing. She gave me a cold look but it did not bother me. The only thing I was worried about was the return of my father but I knew he wont be back before the sunrise so I was getting naughtier. I was standing inches close to Ana. She was shivering in anticipation of what was going to happen. I held her hand softly walked with her to the mirror. While she looked at herself in the mirror I gently guided my hands up to her shoulders. I was giving a gentle massage at the inner parts of her shoulders, around her neck.
She was trying to resist my every movement but she failed every time. I knew I had almost seduced my mother. The only thing left was to screw her. I held her face in my palms and brought my lips close to her luscious red lips, I was feeling her breaths. As soon as I locked my lips on hers I could feel her hands pushing me away from her. My tongue was trying hard to intrude her mouth but somehow she managed to defer the “tongue-of-war” for a few moments. I finally succeeded in taking my tongue inside her. In all this time my hands were slowly making way towards the mounds of milk, her “MAMME”. Before I could reach her boobs she gave me a hard push and this time I slipped a couple steps backwards. She started frowning at me, she gave me a bullshit lecture on moral science she wept for a while and started explaining me the eminence of cultural values.
But nothing was going to kill my lust for now. I only told her that I was in an age when I needed sexual pleasure nothing else could do anything for my desire. She was silent for a brief moment then tried to walk away from me. I stretched my hands to get hold of her fist. I pulled her to me and begged to fulfill my desire. I was begging like anything. I knew I could make it. She was already hot after a 15 minutes lip-lock. I stood in front of her and looking straight into her eyes took my hands to her boobs. She gave a little jerk and asked me to promise her that this would be the first and the last time this is going to happen. It did not take long for me to affirm her question. I quickly took my hands to her bra and did not even care to unhook it. In a quick second I pulled her bra off her body. She was standing bare breast before me. Her milkpots were ripe. They were of the size and shape of mango.
It did not take long for me to catch hold of her boobs. I was squeezing them hard. I took the nipple between my thumb and my middle finger and started playing with it. This made my mom moan Ooooohhh aaaaahhhhh aaaahhhhh aaaaaraaaaam seeeee dhire ooo maaaa dhire aauuuuuurrrr dhireeeee karooooooo in pleasure. I took my mouth to the other milk pot and started sucking it. I took my time in playing with her milk mounds. All the time I played with her milk pots she moaned aaaaahhhhh oooeeeiiiiiiiii maaaa in pleasure. What I never expected happened the next she suddenly caught my dick over my shorts. I did not wanted to loose the opportunity so I did not wasted any time and dropped my shorts immediately. My dick quickly got into position. Mom was surprised to see my man hood. Her looks appreciated my rod. Not too long but definitely thicker than the average dick it was tickling the cunt of Ana. She was now holding my dick in her hands and was doing the in and out movement.
I held her head by her hairs and guided her mouth to my dick. Before taking my dick in her mouth she tongue cleaned my dickhead. She took the entire length of my dick within her mouth in one go. Her tongue was rolling around my dick inside her mouth. Holding her head tight with my hands I started moving my hips to and fro. I was mouth fucking her while she was giving me the Blow Job of my life. I managed to get hold of her boobs in between and massaged them very hard. With every stroke of my dick on her throat she responded wildly. She took her hands to her cunt hole in the meanwhile and started fingering her pussy. While I was fucking her mouth, momentous moans escaped her mouth. I could feel the pressure building within my sacks.
I knew I was moments away from cumming. I was trying my hardest to extend this session of her mouth fucking but it was getting unbearable. I couldn’t have held any more. Almost after 25 minutes of fucking her mouth I blasted inside her mouth. Her mouth was filled with my love juice and she was enjoying every drop of it. We were totally dog-tired. She was starved of breath for the entire period of mouth fucking. While trying to breathe some extra volume of air she naughtily spoke about the experience she just had. She was talking bitchy. She told me that this was the best mouth fucking she ever had. I was planning my next attack while we rested after the exhausting round of sexgame. But before I could have executed my plans the door bell rung, it was dad back home. I walked to my room and had a sound sleep after weeks of sleepless nights.
The following morning started normally. Dad was getting ready for another week long tour. I was excited in anticipation of a fun filled week ahead. My sisters were ready to leave for school. The only thing rather unusual was that Ana was not ready till now. She was still in a robe but this time it was more skimpier and she also did not wear her bra beneath. Her nipples were prominently poking out from the robe and that was giving me a yet another hard on. Well anyways dad left on his tour. Ana asked one of her co-worker to drop kids to the school, she said she was not well to do outdoors today. After about an hour or so I was about to leave for college when Ana asked me to stay back home as she wanted to talk to me about the yester night happenings. I naughtily commented asking her whether she wanted a replay. She was silent. It hardly mattered to me. I stayed home. After around 45 minutes Ana called me to her room. I could not have expected anything more when I entered her room. She was sitting on the bed wearing an off-white semi transparent sari. As usual her blouse was of a low-low neckline. The wonder bra was doing wonders.
Her boobs were defying both gravity and the clutches of the lingerie. The push up bra had pushed them so up that there was nothing left to conceal. 60% of her milk mounds were visible. The size was making it troublesome for the blouse to hold the ample boobs within it. She had wrapped her sari way down her naval button today. Infact one inch down was the partition of her ass cheeks. Without wasting another second I rushed to her, sat beside her, and started kissing her all over. Starting from her cheeks I got down to her neck I planted numerous kisses on her mounds, I kissed her stomach, licked her naval button. I was kissing and licking her and she was moaning in pleasure. Her oomph was exciting me even more. The oooouuuu aaaaaaahhhhhh aaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmm oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh wwooooooowwwwwwww was killing me. After kissing her from top to toe I returned to her lips. I locked my lips on hers, started a tongue wrestle inside her mouth. She was responding wildly, her vigor was double in intensity than yester night. While I kept her busy sucking my tongue I started kneading her milky boobs from over her blouse.
She was getting heated up. I had a harder hard on than ever before. Compared to yester night this was Ana’s move so it excited me more. When we finished playing with our lips I started pulling off her sari. As I pulled her sari she rotated as if on an axis. 5 rounds and gone was her sari. She was left with a skimpy blouse and a matching net panty. Something came to my mind and I excused myself for a moment and appeared again with an icebox in the room. I saw Ana playing with her boobs and moaning. She reacted like a whor when I entered the room. She licked her boobs and gave me an invitation sight; her eyes were like begging me to get into her. I reached her took my hands behind her and untied the strings holding her bosom. The blouse came out effortlessly. She was wearing a skin color mesh push up bra which matched the shade of her skin exactly. It was hard to differentiate.
I played with her balls for a few second, on which she said tear them off honey!! Let momma feed u with milk again. Again from the same breasts. She was getting nasty. She said “aab aaur bardasht nahi ho raha hai Amit meri bra utar do, meri chuchio ko azad kar do, dabao unhe, masal do chod do meri chuchio ko.. chod do inhe”. Before I took off her bra I teased her boobs for a few moments, I pinched on it, bite them with my teeth, I tickled them. This made her moan even more violently, she was moaning uuummmm aaammmm mmmmaaaa aaahhhhh aaaaaooooo oooiiiiiiiiiii aaaahhhh hmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaammmmmmm. Finally I took off her bra and let loose those precious assets of my mom which now hang before me. I licked one of the nipples while my hands started playing with the other one. For a second I removed my hands and got away from ana and brought the icebox closer to us. I took out an icepack from the icebox and started rolling it over ana’s choochi. As I rubbed the ice over her she moaned in pain. Both her boobs were getting harder as rock. The shade of the boob was changing to pink. After a few minutes of ice rubbing I asked her to push her boobs from both the sides.
As she did so, both her milk mounds pressed against each other, I sat on her tummy and forced my already rock straight dick between the mounds. I started making a slow to and fro movement. Mera lund uski dono chuchio ke bich me chudai kar raha tha. As I increased my pace the entire length of my cock was passing between her boobs. Often it touched the chin of Ana. This was giving her immense pleasure. Ana ki chuchio ki chudai ana ko behad pasand aa rahi thi. Uske muh pe takrate mere laude ko wo apne jibh se chatne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uske muh se uuuhhhh aaah ki awaze pehle se tez ho gain thi. After a few minutes of fucking her chuchi I said she can remove her hands but she insisted that I should do more of this as this was the first time she was doing something like this and she was enjoying it. She said “Honey this is really fun.” I was not inclined to proceed so I pulled out my dick and stood from her stomach. Took a few steps back and reached her thighs. I took her legs and placed her knees at my shoulders. Her love hole was wet. She was discharging pre cum. I positioned my dickhead on her opening and made a hefty thrust. She yelled in pain. My dick went in total inside her. I don’t know about her but it pained me a lot.
I started making a slow in and out movement. Ten slow strokes and I would make the eleventh a strong and fast one. My dick balls thumped the entrance of her love tunnel. I sometimes twisted a little which gave her pleasure. She was making statements no ones mom would ever make. Ana spoke “Cum On Honey.. Cum In Me .. Yeahhh Yyyyuuuuu Caaan Doooo Itttt Ooohh Yeeahhh Ooooo Uuuuh Aaahhh Ooo Yesss yesss aaahhh Fuck Meee harder Honey Harder Fuck Ur Mom Harder Make Hur A Slut… Sell Her To A Dog ..Uuhhh Aaahh Aaahhhh Oooiiiii Maaaaa Chodooo Aauurrr Tezzz Meri Boorrrr Phad Do…… Meri Boor Kuttee Se Marwaoo… Aaahhh Chodo Mughe… Meri Gand Mar Lo… Come On Honey … Come .. On.. Oohhh Uuummmm Aaa Oooiii Maaaaaaaaaaa Thelo Aaur Thelo… Mai Tumhari Kutiya Huuunn Aauuur Chodo”
I increased the pace of my fucking to the maximum. She was responding my thrust in ratio and rose her hips when I pushed her. This made the impact double. At this pace she could not control herself. She said “amit I am goin to cum honey aahh honey aaahhh uuumm aahh honneyyyy bring me to an end aaahhh yeeahh ooohhhhh aaaaaaaaiiiiiii ooooohhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaahh hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm fill my tunnel .. seed me seed my vagina.. meri bor bhar do… aaahhhhh uuuuuuhh aaaaaahhhh” I was also at the verge of climax and with one huge push I exploded inside her the same time she came to a climax I ejaculated loads after load of cum inside her. She was motion less and I bent down to her breasts. Took one nipple in my mouth like a kid and started sucking her and the door bell rang. The time now was 1:30 after noon. We had fucked each other for more than 2 hours now. Ana hurried to the wash room and I put on my shorts to check the door.

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