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Lindsey: An unlikely Romance part 10

I want to start off by thanking Jay for the proof reading and most of all the input for these new chapters. And to the readers. I know from the comments this isn’t the way some of you hoped it would go, all I can say is hang in there.

My Son’s Best Friend Part 2 Busted by My Son!

My name is Jackie, and in the My Son’s Best Friend Part 1 story I told you about my first experience with Zack, my son Ricky’s best friend. Zack was a virgin then and technically remained so, as we only engaged into oral sex.
After that day, I picked them up at school a couple times, he stayed to eat with Ricky once, but that was all. Occasionally, we shared a furtive look, but I always dressed very conservatively not to tease him or to denounce ourselves to Ricky.
Two weeks later, however, Ricky would have his extra after hour classes, and I could pick up Zack alone again. I couldn’t wait to finish properly what we had started. Instead of dressing casually the way I was the last time, I tried to excel: I took a long shower, dressed my hair, perfumed – including a spray in my breasts and pubis – and wore sexy white lace lingerie. Then, as the weather was nice, I chose a jeans mini skirt and a white semi-transparent blouse with a nice revealing cleavage. To finish up, high heels sandals. Simple, but ready to kill, I drove to school.
When Zack entered the car, we pretended to act naturally, but when we were out of the other boys’ and moms’ sight, he looked at me from top to bottom like if he was going to eat me alive, and I saw the familiar volume in his pants again. I smiled, caressed delicately his leg, and said; “Calm down, Sweetie, it won’t take long now” and I headed home.
As soon as we entered the house, he tried to jump on me, hug, grab, kiss me. We kissed, but I wanted him to control himself and to create an atmosphere, so I brought him to the kitchen. I gave him juice and a sandwich I had already prepared – I wanted him with the highest level of energy – and I did not let him touch me when I fixed the table, so he just stared at me with his eyes on fire. When I was doing the dishes he grabbed me from behind, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants. I shook my ass and pressed it against him to tease him even more, moved out, and told him to turn on the music and wait for me at the couch.
In a couple minutes I walked in, dimmed the lights, and came close to him. Before he could arise, I stood in front of him, dancing slowly with the rhythm of the music, and took off my bra without unbuttoning my blouse. My boobs almost jumped out of the cleavage when I put my bra around his neck and bent over to kiss him. He grabbed my ass with both hands, but I stepped back again, took off my panties and brought them close to his face, so he could smell the perfumes, D&G and my own. He had obviously a giant tent then, stood up, grabbed my ass from under the skirt and kissed me, his erection pressed against my lower belly while I held my panties behind his back and inserted my hand into his pants to reach his mast.
There we were, making out inebriatedly, when I heard a noise at the door and
my son yelled “I’m back, Mom, class was cancelled and I got a ride…” Then he saw us and froze. We split, but he had seen us kissing, my bra around his friend’s neck, his erection, my panties still in my hand, and Zack’s hands fondling my bare ass.
“Nooooo!!!” he screamed, ran upstairs to his bedroom and slammed the door. Desperately, I ran after him. We don’t lock doors in the house but we respect privacy, so I stood there, paralyzed. I knocked and knocked asking him to open, asking if I could come in, that we needed to talk. First, he didn’t answer, then he simply said no, and I heard him sobbing. I asked him please, insisted, and finally I gave up and said I was coming in anyway, that we really had to talk. He didn’t reply, so I knocked again, said I was coming in, and opened the door.
He was lying in bed, face down. I sat close to him and said: “Ricky, darling, I am so sorry. I don’t know what to say to you, I am so sorry!” “Mom – he replied – shame on you, and you are doing this with my best friend. You don’t have to say anything.” “Son, it must be wrong, it’s wrong, you are right, but something happened: I tempted him, he turned me on, and we couldn’t avoid it. I am really sorry.” “You are my mom and can’t be a whore, you can’t act like a slut and then say you are sorry.” “Ricky, I am your mom but I am also a woman. Don’t you guys chase girls, see porn? It’s normal, more than normal. I am human too, I am alone, and I also have my needs and desires like anybody else. I thought they were over, but suddenly they arose and were out of control. But you are right and I am sorry.”
He stopped sobbing, turned around slowly and sat in bed, looking at me. “You are right, Mom, I am sorry too. I didn’t mean to offend you. Of course you are a woman, and very much alive. And all my friends say you are pretty.” When he said that, he looked at me from top to bottom, and I shivered: only then I realized by blouse was almost transparent, and anyway my breasts were practically visible with my generous cleavage and semi-opened blouse. To make things worse, I had sat on my bended leg to talk to him, so my raised mini skirt was showing my bare pussy.
I sat upright, hiding my crotch, but there was nothing really I could do with my blouse, even because it would be ridiculous to hide my boobs with my arm at that time. He shut his eyes, sobbed a bit more, and kept apologizing for having said all those awful things to me. I melted: I sat close to him and hugged him. He avoided looking me in the eyes and, lowering his head, practically touched it in my almost exposed breasts. I did not resist and pushed his head, resting it in my boob to give him some comfort. He became calm, turned his body to accommodate himself and – surprise – I saw the volume in his pants: my son was horny, and I was making him feel that way!
I can’t deny that his contact against my breast and the view of his erection had also turned me on. I pulled his head closer to me and, as he was still sobbing, so vulnerable, I instinctively took the maternal solution: I opened the buttons of my blouse and touched my nipple in his mouth.
He slightly opened his lips and, feeling its softness and heat, kissed the nipple, once, twice, and finally put it in his mouth. First, delicately, then sucking it like a hungry baby. I immediately felt the heat and wetness in my vagina, as I used to feel when I breastfed or when a man sucked my boobs. We stayed there for a while, he sucking my tit while I whispered “Yes, dear, be calm, be nice.”
I felt his body shiver, and he tried to accommodate something. I realized his erection under his tight jeans must be hurting him. Still holding his face, with the other hand I carefully opened his belt, button and zipper. “Take it easy, Ricky, don’t hurt yourself.” He put his hand inside his pants and adjusted his erection upwards, outside the pants, his hard cock yet inside the slips and the cockhead almost visible in a damp spot of pre-cum. I realized that when I moved myself carelessly to open his pants I had opened my legs again and my vagina was indecently exposed to him.
We were in that hot yet uncomfortable situation when we saw Zack standing by the door. “Sorry, guys, I am going” he said. We had totally forgotten about him. My son released my boob and said: “No, come here. If my mother has to do it, let it be with my best friend.”
I was kindly surprised, but I said: “No, I am not leaving you this way” and I told him what had happened between Zack and me the other day, how I knew that both were virgins, and that of course I knew they must be horny to be with a woman. If they wanted to, I would do with both of them what I had done with Zack: both of them, or no one. Having said that, I stood up – my big boobs still out –went to my bedroom and waited.
In 2 minutes they came in, smiling, their eyes sparkling, only in their underwear. I had seen Zack’s, but I couldn’t wait to see my son’s cock. When he approached the bed, I sat down and slowly lowered his slips. A very hard, drooling, thick cock jumped out like a released coil. It was more normal in size, smaller than Zack’s, but thicker, much thicker. It reminded me of my ex-husband’s, who was not shy in that department, but it seemed to be even larger.
I felt another wave of heat down there when I saw it. I held it, smiled at Ricky and took its big cockhead into my mouth. I realized he should be close to coming, and it was not the right time yet. Zack was already naked, his hard long cock pointing at the ceiling while he saw his friend’s knob in my mouth.
I lay back, took my skirt and blouse off, and exposed myself naked to them. You must remember I am a curvy, sexy woman, and my elegant waist accentuates my wide hips and big boobs. “Ricky, darling, suck Mommy” I asked. In a flash he positioned himself between my legs and started licking my trimmed pussy. Zack came on top and started working on my boobs, licking, sucking and squeezing them.
This was my first time with two men and I just laid there and enjoyed, feeling my pussy and boobs being pleasured at the same time while I looked at their young and fit bodies. Ricky was inexperienced, as Zack had been, but soon learned how to give me a lot of pleasure. He was a fast learner, and I tried to guide him with my moaning and an occasional thigh movement or a touch on his head.
In the meantime, Zack knelt beside me, and it was clear what he wanted: I took his cock in my mouth and started blowing him, while he kept fondling my boobs. He was truly aroused by my melons. We stayed there for a while and I felt I was almost coming, and Zack was probably almost there too. No way – I thought – I need a cock in my pussy today, it had been a long time.
I stopped blowing Zack and turned on all fours facing Ricky, who had already knelt in bed. My ass was aimed to Zack and it was clear what I wanted. I told him: “Come, Zack dear, today there is no danger, I am not in my fertile period. Let me take your cherry.” He positioned himself, held my hips, and I felt his cock searching my pussy. He did not have any practice, of course, but I gave him a hand and soon his cockhead was inside me. I started to blow Ricky, but Zack was too horny and pushed all his long cock inside me. I yelled in pain, and told him to take it easy. “Slow down, baby, it’s been a while since something that big goes inside there. Go slowly.” He apologized, almost took it all out, and started again, more carefully, and I concentrated again in Ricky’s cock.
Zack kept pumping carefully, and soon his balls ware slapping against my ass, all his long mast inside me. It was good! It was so big that in doggy style, the position I like most, I felt a sting when it occasionally touched my womb, but it was great anyway.
I totally relaxed my pussy and tried to relax my throat to swallow as much as I could of Ricky’s cock, marveled to feel such a hard thick cock in my mouth – I love a thick cock in my mouth – and ecstatic to know whose cock it was! I held the base and started fucking him with my mouth with the same rhythm of Zack’s in my pussy.
I looked up and saw Ricky staring at me, looking at his cock in my mouth, and I felt him accelerating his movement almost simultaneously with Zack. I imagined Zack looking at my round ass, holding firmly my hips, pushing it against his cock, while watching me blowing his friend.
The entire scene was too hot, and we all started coming almost at the same time. I felt Ricky’s first gush in my mouth and he flooded it with warm, thick milk, yelling loud. Zack looked like a fucking machine, and pumped furiously his cock deep into my pussy and I felt his sperm greasing my vagina while I shook and moaned in my strong orgasm, totally out of control.
We lay in bed, me in the middle. I kissed them both in the mouth still with my son’s sweet sperm taste in my mouth, and then I relaxed. I had had a lot of tension before and then all the endorphin from the orgasm, so I dozed off.
When I woke up Zack was gone, probably his parents had already arrived. Ricky was looking at me, holding his head, his elbow on bed, and opened a big smile when he saw I was awake. I felt a chill to realize that we were both naked and to remember what had just happened. He hugged and kissed me softly in the lips, and at the same time I felt his engorging cock poking my belly. I felt my body warming up and kissed him back, holding him close to me and feeling his increasing warm hardness against me.
“Sweetie – I said – I think it’s your time now, what do you think?” He didn’t have to answer, as his cock jumped and he pressed his chest firmly against my boobs, then smiled, lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth. I laid back and he kept sucking one tit and the other, fondling, caressing them, the other hand down between my thighs searching for my pussy. I bent my knees and opened my legs to grant him better access, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it. His mouth was warm on my melons, and my pussy was already wet and open.
I told him to lie down beside me. I kissed him deeply, tasting my own salty juices, and went down on him. He was pointing to the ceiling, drooling, hard as a steel rod. I took his big round knob in my mouth. I sucked it hard, feeling if grow even more in my mouth, while I caressed his sack and balls. I sensed he was already very aroused, and I didn’t want him to blast his load again in my mouth, I wanted him deep inside me.
I sat on top of him, looked smiling at his face, held his cock with one hand and positioned it at the entrance of my needy vagina. “Now it’s your time, Sweetie” and started sitting on him. As I said, he was thicker than Zack, but we both were so wet and I was so horny that the head was soon inside. I kept moving down slowly, and soon I sat on his pelvis, his cock stretching my vagina walls. He was all inside me.
I enjoyed that moment for a second, put my feet on bed and started moving my body up and down: the long gym and Pilates sessions were paying off! I took care that his cock was almost close to slipping out of my pussy, than I dropped down and shoved if hard deep inside my vagina again, smashing loudly my ass against his pelvis. My melons bounced, and he grabbed them. With all that shock treatment, it did not take too long. He moaned louder, louder, until he stiffed his body, held my body down into his penis and started shaking, coming, filling mommy with his cum. “Give it to me, Ricky, give it to Mom” I yelled, and it was a long, pleasant orgasm. I continued with my movements and, as he kept his hardness, I also came soon, feeling his warm, thick sperm pouring out of my vagina.
We hugged again, and his eyes were sparkling, a big smile on his face. “Mommy, it was wonderful, you are beautiful, hot, and I never imagined it would be like that, even more with you, today. It’s like a dream, like magic!”. “I enjoyed it too, darling, I needed that and you did me good, and I liked giving you all that pleasure!” And we stayed there, hugged, enjoying the moment and the warmth and smell of our bodies.

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The Misadventures of Taylor and Selena

The Misadventures of Taylor and Selena
This story was not written by me it was written by SadoRuski
Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez sold more than music. They sold two similar and highly successful images. They were both marketed as young, beautiful, squeaky clean, innocent and sweet young singers and actresses. All of their appearances were carefully set up and choreographed. Every movie, every song, every trip in front of a camera had to portray the same image. And for all intents and purposes those were apt descriptions. The two friends were indeed very sweet girls. Most of all, the two young women had little to complain about. Thanks in part to this portrayal; they were two very successful entertainers with most of their careers still in front of them.
But even two sweet and innocent girls needed a break. Acting like little goody two shoes all the time could become very tiring. Every once in a while the two friends needed to break character and be a little naughty. This was the reason for the concert. Managing to avoid their handlers as well as the paparazzi, the girls snuck out of their West Hollywood apartments and met at an agreed upon club. The building was huge, spacious, but unassuming. Unless you knew that inside was a huge hall with loud music and large dancing floor, you would not give the structure a second look. The location was definitely nor prominent. But that was the appeal. There would not be any press and the two celebrities would definitely not be recognized in all that confusion. The girls knew they would be able to have fun without being bothered.
The girls met in the parking lot. “Looking good, girl”, Taylor chirped gleefully at her friend. Selena had on a skin tight black gown that showed off her beautiful curves. Her beautiful curly black hair fell off her shoulders and down her back.
“You look fabulous as always, Taylor.” Selena reciprocated. Taylor was sporting a hot red dress, her Skirt falling just past her knees.
These two ladies were without a doubt the belles of the ball.
Music blared, drinks poured and the masses danced, swayed in a chaotic unison. Taylor and Selena were having a blast. They let their proverbial hair down, shook their hips, smiled and flirted with random strangers, behaving in a manner ill-suited for the perfect young ladies they were made out to be.
As they were walking off the dance floor, Selena signalled Taylor to follow her. “I need to go potty” the brunette yelled over the blaring tune. They tried several doors before Selena found one that was open and went through it. Taylor quickly followed. The door ended up leading to the stairs and then a large hall with many more doors. The girls figured one of these doors had to lead to a bathroom. They walked casually down the hall, chatting and giggling.
“Oh, my god, that was awesome” remarked Taylor.
“Yeah,” agreed Selena “we should do this more often.”
“Oh, gosh,” giggled Taylor” did you see that guy dancing next to me? He kept grinding against me”
“Eww, he looked like such a perv” remarked her young Latina friend
“I KNOW”, laughed the blonde,”he kept drooling too. HELLLLLLOOO, YUUUUCK!”
The two girls walked down the hall for a while longer before Selena spotted a restroom
“Oh, good, Ill be right back” she said “I am gonna powder my nose”.
“Hurry up” called Taylor, “I don’t want to be alone here.”
Selena ran into the bathroom. Taylor waited by the door.
A pair of eyes watched the cute Blonde across the room, the same pair of eyes that watched the two girls walk down the hall. The man waited in the shadows, like a predator stalking his prey.
The halls of the building were very spacious. The loud music from upstairs could still be heard, but it was somewhat muffled. Down here the sounds of leaky pipes and occasional bumps echoed through the walls. A bit too creepy for Taylor’s taste.
She did not hear him coming. One minute she was looking at the bathroom door. Next minute someone was hanging gagging her, grabbing her torso and dragging her backwards. She was so shocked at first; she did not know what to do. By the time she composed herself enough to let out a muffled yelp, she was 50 feet away from the bathroom. The whole ordeal took all of five seconds. Selena likely did not hear a thing.
Selena reapplied her makeup and headed out of the door. She found the hallway to be empty. Her friend had disappeared.
“Taylor? Where are you” Taylor called out. Nothing
“Taylor, c’mon, this isn’t funny, let’s go”. She heard no response, only the humming of generator and some shuffling sounds up the hall. Selena headed back up the hall, the only way to go. She peeked in every room on the way, calling out Taylor’s name.
One of the doors she happened upon was slightly opened. Taylor thought she heard some commotion inside. She opened the door and went in. “Taylor, are you in here?” She called out. Selena turned the corner and came upon a surreal scene.
Taylor’s completely naked form hung, suspended overhead by her wrists. Her red dress lay crumpled up in the corner of the room. A big red ball gag was lodged in her mouth. Coils of rope ran across her stomach and down to her crotch, the labial lips surrounding the rope. The trussed up blonde had a scared look in her eyes, and for a good reason. Beside her stood a large man, dressed all in black. His face was covered by a ski mask.
“Oh my God, Taylor!” exclaimed Selena”What are you doing to her???”
“A better question, bitch” replied the masked man in a gruff manner “what is going to come off?”
Selena just stood in place, frozen and panicked
“Get your little ass over here if you don’t want your friend to get hurt” Yelled the masked man.
Selena reluctantly walked over toward Taylor’s bound form, trying to avoid eye contact with their assailant.
“Taylor, are you okay?” she carefully asked.
The strange man grabbed a Selena by her hair. “She will be just fine, if both of you cooperate. Every time decide to disobey me, I will whip you raw. Are we clear?”
Both girls shook their heads yes.
The man looked at Selena. “You can start by taking off that dress”
Selena let out a small whine, the slowly started pulling off her black dress. The man grabbed her by the hips, pulled her in close and started fondling her exposed skin and hips. His touch made Selena shudder.
“C’mon, bitch, we don’t have all day.”
Selena pulled off the dress and stood there with nothing but her bra, and panties, shivering.
“What are you waiting for, slut? Take it ALL off.” Yelled the masked man.
Selena hesitated. “Please, no…” she started to say,
The man turned toward Taylor, grabbed her crotch rope and pulled it up, driving the rope deep into the blonde’s cunt. Taylor let out an agonized scream.
“Take them off, NOW!” repeated the captor.
Selena quickly obeyed, quickly pulling off her bra and panties. ” The shoes too, you stupid cunt” said the masked man. Selena kicked off the shoes. She stood there, naked, scarred, breathing heavily. Her cute round breasts fluttered in the cold.
The captor grabbed Selena by the throat from behind and pulled her close, pinching her nipple and speaking directly into her ear. “Now I have just one, simple rule. You do exactly as I say, and you don’t get hurt. Do you understand?”
“…yes” Selena replied in terrified voice.
“You are going to do exactly what I tell you to your hot little friend, aren’t you?” He guided the brunette toward Taylor’s bound body. “Aren’t you!?”
“YES” Selena repeated.
“You see that little nipple?” asked the masked man, pointing toward Taylor’s left tit.
Selena desperately shook her head yes.
“Suck it, now.” Demanded the man.
Selena, shaking with fright, obeyed, placing her tongue cautiously on Taylor’s nipple.
“C’mon, suck it, you little whore!” urged the masked man, tugging painfully on the brunette’s mane.
Selena enclosed the nipple with her lips and started to suck it, first cautiously, then more and more vigorously.
“Now, the other” instructed the man, pulling Selena’s head toward the other nipple. Selena complied, despite the pitiful moans and complaints by her best friend.
“Now, I want you to bite it” said the kidnapper.
Taylor started to protest. The masked man pulled on her crotch rope, eliciting another loud scream.
“Do what I tell, or your pretty little friend gets hurt.”
Selena obeyed the best she could. She carefully bit on Taylor’s nipple, trying to grasp it in her teeth without causing her friend too much pain.
“Now pull it” said the captor. Selena started to pull the nipple toward her. Taylor screamed out in pain and pulled away.
“We are going to continue to do it until we get it right” growled the masked man. Selena, ever so gently, bit at Taylor’s nipple again. Again, Taylor cried out, pulling away. Selena, fearing punishment from their kidnapper, bit at the nipple for the third time, squeezing it firmly between her teeth. Taylor’s reaction was much the same, but this time, she was unable to pull away. The cute blonde screamed even louder, and shook her head. Her protestations were of no use. Selena did not want to hurt her friend, but she was determined to obey the kidnapper in order to avoid further punishment.
“Now the other nipple” instructed the man. It took every ounce of strength to ignore the pitiful cries of her friend as she bit down on her left nipple and pulled. Taylor gave way, stepping forward s far as the rope around her wrists allowed her to.
“Gooooood” said the kidnapper, pulling Taylor away from Selena “Now get on your knees”
The frightened girl quickly obeyed.
“See that ass?” he asked her.
“…yyyyyees” moaned Selena, knowing she would not like whatever came next.
“Suck it” instructed the captor, pulling Selena by the hair and shoving the blonde’s face into Selena’s ass
Taylor started licking the inside of Selena’s butt cheeks, avoiding contact with the crotch rope.
Despite her efforts to be as non-invasive with her tongue as possible, she felt her friend’s body shudder.
Soon, after, she heard Taylor start moaning again. “Is she protesting or enjoying this?” Selena wondered.
“C’mon, lick it good” snarled their captor, grabbing Selena by the hair and pressing her even closer to Taylor’s ass cheeks. Selena liked all over, anywhere she could, to please her kidnapper. As Taylor continued to moan, Selena once again aimed her tongue between her friend’s butt cheeks. Just then, the captor pressed her face tight against Taylor’s ass.
At first Selena was confused, not sure what to do. Then she realized she could no longer breathe. She screamed “No”, but her protest was muffled by Taylor’s ass cheeks. Selena started to squirm, struggle and even push against her friend’s body with her unbound hands. All was for naught. She looked up at her captor, pleading with her eyes. The masked man only smiled.
“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?”
Just when Selena was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, her tormentor pulled her off. The brunette gasped for air. The man lifted her to her feet by her neck, handling her like a ragged doll.
“We have another game we will play.”
Selena was shaking violently. Its perhaps it was because the damp basement was also cold. Most likely it is because she was not only naked, but captive. Her breathing was ragged. Her mind was racing. In addition, the ball gag in her mouth made her drool copiously. Her wrists were tied up above her head. Another rope wound around her stomach and through her crotch.
Her friend Taylor was in an identical predicament. Their two crotch ropes were connected in the middle, looped through a large ring. As their captor pushed a button on his remote, the ring began to rise. Once the sphere was raised above their breasts, it began to tug on their crotch ropes, putting pressure on their exposed cunts. The two girls moved in closer to relieve the pressure. But as the ring kept rising, the captives were forced to stand on their toes.
“The game is simple, girls. When one of you tries to take the weight off your toes, your buddy gets it.”
Realizing the purpose of the devious contraption, Selena suddenly started to feel tired. Already her feet were burning under the weight of her body.
The captor approached Selena and started to fondle her helpless body. First her cunt, then up her stomach and her breasts. Selena could do little but let out a few pathetic protests and sobs.
“Leave her alone!” yelled Taylor. One stern look by the captor knocked all courage out of her. Taylor seemed to shrink as the man walked up to her slowly. He took out another ball gag and unceremoniously shoved it in Taylor’s mouth. He then took out a clothes pin and pinched Taylor’s nipple. Petrified, Taylor followed the pin with her eyes. When the pin squeezed her nipple, producing a sharp pain, Taylor moaned loudly. As the second clothespin was attached to her other nipple, Taylor stiffened up and started to whimper.
“Not so brave now, are you?” mocked the masked man.
The man turned his attention back to Selena, eliciting yet another whimper. He produced two more pins, and attached them to Selena’s defenceless tits. Selena screamed loudly as pain shot from her nipples and radiated to the rest of her body. The captor then went back fondling her.
“Just love it when chicks drool” he said. ” You are a sexy bitch, aren’t you?”
All Selena could do was mewl through her gag.
The kidnapper produced a whip, a cat-o-nine tails. Both girls took a sharp breath at the site of the instrument. The abductor smiled, taking notice. He grabbed a hold of Selena’s torso rope and pulled Selena backwards. The crotch rope became taught and Taylor let out a guttural scream.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Said the masked man. “Now let’s see if you will want to preserve yourself, or save your friend.”
The abductor proceeded to rain down a slew thrashes upon Selena’s ass. Selena screamed and started to move away from the whip. The masked man quickly adjusted, whipping her abdomen and her pussy instead. Reeling, Selena started to back up. The movement tightened the rope, producing a scream from Taylor. Her tormentor switched his target again, whipping Selena’s right tit instead. Selena moved away, to her left. Again the crotch rope tightened, sending Selena’s friend into a sexual agony. Her captor played her like a harp, all at the expense of her friend, and Selena knew it. She tried to stand still and spare Taylor any further pain, but the cruel whip kept stinging and Taylor kept moaning in agony.
By the time the last thrash of the whip landed, Selena was breathing heavily. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it sweetheart? How about we let your friend have some.”
With that, the captor turned the whip on Taylor. As the continuous blows landed on her breasts, Taylor began retreating. Now it was Selena that wailed in pain. Just like Selena, her friend was easily manipulated. He whipped the blonde’s breasts until they were red. After that, the masked man went to work on her pussy. While Taylor suffered the sting of the whip, Selena was enduring her pussy torture.
The torturer proceeded to alternate whipping between the two girls, swinging the cat-o-nine tails from side to side. Both girls retreated, and both suffered the consequences. Tired and hurting, the two prisoners seemed to be on the edge. Their captor, however, was not planning on stopping anytime soon.
He pressed a button on his remote again. The ring holding their crotch rope rose even higher, this time several feet above their heads. The two girls were almost touching each other’s breasts, and they still had to stand on their toes. Their agonized protests had no effect.
The kidnapper groped Taylor’s petite breasts.
“You’ve been a bad little whore, haven’t you?” Taylor managed only a small, tortured moan.
“You know what we do to naughty bitches, don’t you?” Taylor shook her head, seemingly pleading for mercy.
He proceeded to whip the poor blonde on the ass. Taylor’s body shuddered with each impact. Selena suffered as well, moaning in pain every time her crotch rope tightened.
“Spread your legs, Blondie” commanded the masked man. Taylor obeyed immediately. The whip came out from under her, tagging her on her pussy. Taylor led out more screams, even more tortured than before, all for naught. Tears ran down Selena’s cheeks.
Dropping the whip, the captor proceeded to fondle Taylor’s nubile body. He roughly cupped her breasts, probed her pussy with his fingers, and even invaded her ass. Taylor shook in fear, cried and begged. The masked man was relentless however. Indeed, the girl’s feeble protests seemed to encourage him.
The only thing that stopped the assault was the sight of Selena a foot away. The helpless Latina watched her friend being fondled in a panicked silence. Her chest was rising and falling with great intensity. Her eyes were bulging. By all accounts she was a panicked mess. Yet she refused to make a sound, perhaps out of the same fear. Her captor took notice nevertheless.
“Don’t think I forgot you, ya little slut”, he said
He fondled her with the same ferocity as he did Taylor, eliciting panicked screams and loud sobs. Selena’s body shook uncontrollably as the masked man inserted two fingers into her pussy and teased her. Selena protested, shook her head and struggled as fiercely as her bonds allowed. But she was quickly aroused and was on the verge of an orgasm. At the last moment, her captor stopped, retracted the fingers from her pussy and gave sadistic laugh.
“We would not want to spoil the fun, now would we?”
He left the girls tied up and struggling. Their calves burned. Both captives tried to stay on their toes to avoid causing each other more pain. But with their bodies already spent and saturated with horror, the two girls kept losing their balance. The crotch rope rubbed against their pussies. Screams and moans filled the room.
Taylor was all set up for her next round of torture. She was spread eagled on the wall, her toes barely touching the ground to take some weight off her shoulders. Selena was sitting on the other side of the room, hands tried in a reverse prayer position. Though she had no gag on, the scared Latina knew better than to scream. Their captor made it perfectly clear that he was more than willing to carry out his threats and was only looking for an excuse to do it.
The captor was standing over her, admiring the trussed up form and teasing her defenceless genitals.
“What a beautiful sight” marvelled the sadistic creep. Taking out the flogger, he whipped Taylor’s breasts a few times. More screams and sobs followed.
“And what a beautiful sound. Music to my ears”. Another tear rolled down Taylor’s cheek. It travelled across her lower jaw and down her neck, joining a relentless stream of saliva rolling down Taylor’s chin. The ball gag caused the poor blonde to drool profusely. The sexual torture only made it worse.
The masked man waved over Selena:”Come here you little slut. The brunette quickly got up and approached the man, keeping her gaze down and avoiding any eye contact. Standing behind Selena, the captor grabbed her around the throat and pulled her bound form to him.
“We are going to play a little game. It’s called Kiss and Make it Better. I am going to show you where you friend is hurting, and you kiss it and make it better.”
With his free hand the captor took his flogger and started whipping Taylor’s left breast. Taylor cried struggled against her bonds.
“See that nipple?” he pointed at Taylor’s now swollen left areola” make it better, slut”.
Selena pounced upon the nipple, licking it, sucking it, caressing it with her tongue and lips. Taylor’s tit was already hard and swollen from the beating and the cold. Now her cries and moans were replaced, however briefly, by soft mewls. Meanwhile, their captor decided to whip Selena’s ass. The Latina moaned, taking care not to bite on her friend’s nipple.
After a minute the captor pulled Selena off Taylor by her hair. Selena yelped. Taylor’s whine had a small note of disappointment. The man swung his whip again, this time targeting Taylor’s right breast. The bound girl let out another scream and bucked against her bonds without much success. Seemingly delighting in her misery, he continued to whip the exposed mammary, increasing the intensity.
“Please Stop!!! Don’t hurt her! Do it to me instead!” begged Selena. The man stopped the whipping.
“Don’t worry; you will get yours in time. Now kiss that nipple and make it better.”
Quickly obeying, Selena started kissing and sucking on the swollen right nipple. Taylor’s agonized screams were quickly replaced by soft groans. Her body was no longer tense. Tired, Taylor rested her head on her right shoulder.
Her Bliss was short-lived. Pulling Selena away by her hair once again, the man let out a disgusted sigh.
“Look at her, slobbering all over. It’s disgusting.” Pointing to Taylor’s saliva soaked mouth and chin, the man instructed Selena to clean it up.
“Please just let us go” pleaded the tied up Latina,” we won’t tell anyone”.
Taking the whip once again, the man now targeted Taylor’s pussy. Taylor screamed in agony, even louder than before.
“Do what I say or I will whip her raw, you bitch. Clean her up!” he screamed. He did so without interrupting the whipping. He didn’t even miss a bit.
Selena went straight to work. While Taylor screamed and writhed in pain, her friend licked her ball gag, the inside of her lips, her chin, even her neck, all to clear away the copious amounts of saliva.
The man did not stop whipping Taylor. By then her private area was red from all the abuse.
“Do you want me to continue hurting your friend?” the man asked.
Selena desperately shook her head no.
The whipping stopped. “Good, kiss her pussy and make it better.”
Selena got down on her knees and started licking her friend’s pussy. The cries and sobs got a little softer and intermingled with satisfied moans.
“Oh, god, she is getting off on this” Thought Selena.
Indeed, the moans got longer and deeper. Meanwhile, their captor was arranging his instruments of torture.
“Spread your legs, bitch” He instructed Selena. The poor girl obeyed. “You don’t take your face out of your friend’s cunt. Do it and you will both pay for it”.
The terrified girl knew better. She continued to lick between the Taylor’s Labia. She continued to do so despite her obvious revulsion to the act. She continued to do so after the masked man brought a vibrator to her pussy and turned it on full blast. Both girls were now in forced sexual ecstasy. Selena did not want to be aroused by this torture, but to her great dismay, she was. Her arousal became even stronger when the masked man started to spank her exposed ass cheeks.
Selena’s mind was reeling. The sexual torture and the pain eventually overrode her inhibitions. The bound Latina licked her friend’s slit even more aggressively.
Taylor involuntarily reciprocated by thrusting her pelvis softly toward Selena. The moans became shorter and more frantic. The blonde’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her breathing became short and spastic. Selena tasted her friend’s flowing vaginal juices. She should have been disgusted with this. But he continued to lick her friend without skipping a beat. Selena would later try to rationalize it with her oxytoxin induced state. At the moment she was loving every minute of it.
Enraged, the masked man abandoned the vibrator and grabbed Taylor by her hair. “Did I tell you to cum?! Not without permission, you little whore. “He slapped her across the face. Taylor could only respond with pitiful whimpers and tears.
He turned his attention back to Selena. “Get down on the floor. On your back, quickly”
Selena laid down. The captor positioned her right next to Taylor and spread her legs.
“Move your legs and ill whip the hell out of your pussy”. He looked back at Taylor:”You have proven to be a worthless cunt. Looks like we’ll just have to have you do what you do best. See those cute little round tits your friend has? I want you to drool on them. Nothing but spitting on your friend while I get her to cum. Think you could handle that?”
The poor blonde was in hysterics. She could barely manage a nod.
“And you, chica, are going to lay there and keep your legs open. And when you are ready to cum, you will ask permission. Is that clear?”
Selena shook her head affirmatively.
The masked man licked his middle finger.
“Here it comes, you little cum bucket” he sneered before thrusting his digit into Selena’s pussy.
Selena first gasped, and then slowly sobbed. As the sexual tension started building in her body, she visibly strained the urge to respond to her molestation. This only encouraged her molester.
“No……NOOOOOOO……” Selena whispered rather than screamed. The moans were addressed more to her traitorous body. Not only did it not prevent her unwanted arousal, it encouraged her captor. He continued to finger fuck her with an even greater intensity.
“OHHHH GOOOOOOOD…. PLEASE…NOOO” Selena shook her head and alternated between begging and moaning. But her struggled proved useless. He hips began responding to stimulation, pumping up and down, faster and faster.
Taylor watched her friend lose control, towering over the bound girl and her captor, releasing a steady stream of saliva on her friend’s breasts. The blonde was scared, disgusted and humiliated. She was convinced that her ordeal could not get any worse.
Her captor proved her wrong. Still abusing Selena’s pussy with admirable skill, the masked man took out a vibrator from his back pocket and pressed it against Taylor’s labia.
“I don’t think it’s fair for your friend to have all the fun” he said and turned on the instrument to its highest setting. Taylor’s body recoiled in shock. The blonde howled through the ball gag and pressed herself against the wall in an effort to avoid the vibrator.
“Did I tell you to stop drooling, you little cunt? You think I am kidding? I WILL whip your friend raw. And after that I will do the same to you. Just try it, you little shit. Just give me a reason…”
It took all of Taylor’s strength to get back to her former position. She positioned herself over Selena’s bound form once again. She continued to soak her friend’s breasts with her saliva. She did it all despite the Vibrator spreading the sexual energy throughout her body and bringing her to near delirium.
Selena, meanwhile, has completely lost herself. She moaned loudly and continuously. She pumped her hips, and rolled her head back. Perhaps she was even enjoying herself, though she would never admit it.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHGAAAAAAAAAWWD……YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
Her body was getting more and more wound up. Between the finger fucking, the restraints and her friend’s saliva soaking her breasts and upper body, Selena was getting more and more turned on. Now she was about to go over the edge. Taylor, now hanging from the wall, rather than standing was in a similar condition.
“OH, GOD, I’M GONA CUM” screamed Selena.
“No, you don’t, you worthless cunt. Not without my permission.” Growled the masked man
Selena let out a long moan, this one to suppress the ever building orgasm. The captor did not skip a beat, continuing to molest Selena while massaging Taylor’s pussy with the tip of a vibrator. Taylor started moaning even louder. Her body began weakened more and more. Sexual spasms began to rock through her muscles.
“Can I PLEEEEEASE cum, mister” Selena begged once again.
“I SAID NOT YET, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!!!” the captor shot back
Selena’s breaths became more and more panicked. The naked girl writhed on the floor moaning helplessly. She was on the verge of losing all control and she no longer cared.
Right around that time Taylor let out a long erotic moan, and then tried to hold her breath. Her effort failed and she let out another scream. She threw back her head. Her eyes rolled backed. Her pussy twitched, and then let out a stream of vaginal juices. The juices dripped on Selena’s breasts and neck.
“Now you can cum, you little whore!” yelled the masked man. Selena needed no more encouragement. A guttural moan escaped her throat. She arched her back as a gigantic orgasm ripped through her tiny body.
The masked man put down the vibrator, stood up and took off his pans. Selena, lost in the depths of sexual abyss, did not know how long it took the man to masturbate. She was only slightly aware that his hot cum sprayed her on her face, mouth and hair. She heard the man moan, then zip himself up and walk away. She heard it, but she was in no condition to process any of it.
Selena laid there, tired, limp and soaking. After a few minutes she came out of her daze, aware that her friend Taylor was still hanging off the wall by her bonds. Taylor made no sound, save for an occasional sob. She looked down, staring into empty space. A steady stream of saliva continued to flow from her mouth, down the ball gag and on to Selena’s exposed body.
Selena spoke quickly, almost angrily, all to keep herself from crying:” You can stop spitting on me now”.
Taylor was in hysterics when the masked man returned and unbuckled her bonds. She him no resistance when he took her to another room. Selena was similarly manhandled. Now she was suspended by her wrists, her ankles separated by a steel bar. The man did not bother to gag her. By then the poor girl knew that, no matter how loud she screamed or begged, nobody but the masked sadist would hear her. She was still in shock when her captor finished securing her bonds. When he left the room, the terror of anticipation made Selena tremble violently. She was bound in the middle of room, spread eagled by the straps attached to the walls. Her feet were still touching the ground, but she could not pull her thighs together to protect her exposed snatch.
Her fears were soon confirmed. The masked man returned to the room with Taylor. Selena’s friend was once again helplessly bound. Ropes encircled her torso and breasts. Her arms were tied in the back, wrists and elbows held together by rope. Fresh tears stained the blonde’s cheeks.
“Oh, god, please, don’t make me do this” she begged.
Selena did not know what their captor wanted of her until Taylor was brought into her line of sight. By then the cruel intentions of the captor became perfectly clear. Hanging off Taylor’s hips was a long rubber dildo.
The sight of the phallus sent Selena into a panicked frenzy. She gasped, whimpered and struggled with her bonds to no avail.
“Don’t tell me you never wanted to fuck your cute little friend” sneered her captor.
“Please, don’t do this. You can do anything you want to me. Just don’t make me do this” cried Taylor. The poor girl could not even bring herself to mention the despicable act she was being forced to perform.
The captor shook his head in an act of disappointment. He let go of Taylor and approached Selena, producing a small, shin whip from his pocket. Without missing a bit he swung the whip at Selena’s exposed breasts.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Selena let out an agonized scream. A thin, angry welt appeared across her left breast, including her quickly swelling nipple.
The masked man did not even pause, continuing his initial motion with his right hand raised the whip once again, then savagely thrust it across Selena’s other areola. The impact was even louder than the first. So was Selena’s second scream.
“STOP! PLEASE!” yelled Taylor. Her plea was drowned out by Selena’s agonized screams.
The masked man whipped let tit again, then her right. His evil gaze fell upon Selena’s exposed clit. Selena saw the gaze just before the masked man aimed his whip. The thrust was stopped by Taylor’s desperate scream.
“I’LL DO IT”. For a minute the whole room went still. The whip hung in the air. Selena was sobbing her knees and hands shaking violently.
“You’ll do what?” Asked the man with savage satisfaction in his voice.
“I’ll fuck my friend” whispered Taylor, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do”.
Grabbing her hair, the captor smiled. “That is what I like to hear. Now go on, that pussy ain’t gonna fuck itself. With that, he pushed the bound girl toward her friend. Taylor shuffled forward, avoiding Selena’s gaze, ashamed of what she was about to do.
The Penis dildo appeared to be made of rubber, though thick and solid, its tip hung down limply. Taylor approached Selena close enough to Selena’s exposed groin. The trussed up Latina recoiled slightly from the contact.
“How am I supposed to stick it in her?” thought Taylor. She tried bending her knees and thrusting out her hips, but without her n she saw no way of putting the dildo inside her friend’s vagina. She dared not ask the masked man for fear of further punishment. Selena stared back at Taylor, trying to help her friend by thrusting her hips forward as well. All the struggle had accomplished was heavy breathing by both girls.
“You stupid bitch” snarled their captor, “haven’t you ever fucked someone with a dildo before?”
He grabbed the dildo and roughly shoved the tip into Selena’s defenceless vagina. Selena let out a long whine. The captor pushed Taylor closer to Selena, making their hips, stomachs and breasts touch. This also made the dildo enter even further into the vagina.
Taylor slowly started to thrust her hips. Selena sucked in her breath. Small tears appeared in her eyes.
“I am so sorry” whispered Taylor. Selena just mewled through the ball gag.
A whip landed across Taylor’s ass. “C’mon, show me you mean it” growled the masked man.
Taylor pumped faster. Selena’s body stiffened up. Their bodies became one. Their stomachs pressed against each other. Their nipples ground together. Taylor started to breathe deeper and deeper. Her body started to betray her, reciprocating to the abuse. She started to sweat and pump her hips. Erotic moans, small at first, then growing, escaped her mouth. She pressed her forehead against Taylor’s shoulder. She was no longer in control of herself.
The whip hit Taylor’s exposed flesh faster and faster. The harder it hit, the faster the girl pumped. The faster Taylor pumped, the closer Selena came to losing control. Selena was in a pain fed frenzy. Her ass was on fire from the whipping. Sweat rolled down her face. All she knew was she had to keep fucking. And she fucked with abandon. Selena’s moans transformed into wails. Wails turned into screams. Finally the dam burst. A guttural scream escaped Selena’s throat.
The masked man grabbed Taylor by the hair and pulled her away from Selena, The dildo, dripping with vaginal juices, easily slid out. Selena let out one final moan. Her knees gave out. She sagged against her bonds, exhausted.
No longer in the pain fuelled frenzy, Taylor felt absolutely exhausted. Seeing her friend hanging by her arms, her eyes staring out in the emptiness, her body ravaged by the whip, brought Taylor to tears. She would have collapsed on her knees had it not been for her sadistic captor holding her up by her hair. He only drank in the pain and misery of his captives.
“Did you enjoy fucking your friend, you little slut?”
Taylor shook her head no and got whipped on the breast for it.
“You damned liar” snarled the masked man” you liked it and you know it”.
He led Taylor around to the back of Selena. Letting go of her mane, he stuck his finger in her face
“I’ve got another treat for you. You stay right here. Move and both of you will regret it”
He then turned his attention to Selena.
“Did I tell you that you were done? Get up, you lazy whore!”
Selena struggled to get her feet under her. The masked man helped her up, lifting her by grabbing both her nipples. Selena squealed, but managed to get up.
“I am not done with you yet. We know you like it in the cunt. Now we will see if you like it in he ass”
Selena nearly lost it. She shook her head and begged through the gag. No matter how loudly she begged, she could not stop the man from going through with it.
The man grabbed Taylor once again. “Please!!! Don’t make me do this.” She begged “I’ll do anything else. I’ll blow you. Ill You can fuck me however you want. Please, I’ll do ANYTHING!!!”
“You WILL do anything, bitch” said the captor “and you will start by fucking your friend in the ass. Now, re you going to do what I tell you, or should I hurt your friend again?” Taylor sobbed and cried, but allowed the man to bring her closer to Selena.
The man grabbed Selena by the hair and talked into her ear. “You WILL get ass fucked, bitch. How painful it will be will be up to you. Resist, and I guarantee you, it will hurt a lot. Relax and let your friend in, and it might hurt a little. Got it?”
Selena shook her head affirmatively. Even with that, she shook like a leaf as Taylor approached her and squealed when her captor spread her ass cheeks. She recoiled when she felt the dildo rub up between her legs. The masked man deliberately took his time, trying to build up tension and a sense of terror in the girl’s mind. When the tip of the dildo pressed up against her sphincter, Selena let out a quick yelp.
“Open sesame” said the captor, laughing and evil laugh.
Selena tried to relax. But the rubber invading her rectum was not a pleasant feeling. The thick head of the phallus slowly parted the muscle. Selena moaned in pain. Taylor tried to insert the dildo into her friend as slowly as possible in order to spare her friend any unnecessary pain. The masked man had other ideas. The whip kissed Taylor’s exposed butt cheeks once more.
“C’mon, you little slut. While we’re young.”
With the penis only a quarter of the way in, Taylor redoubled her efforts. She pushed harder. Selena let out an agonizing scream. Every muscle in her body was taut. The abuse hat her rectum was under must have been excruciating.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry…” Taylor kept repeating, trying to keep herself from crying.
The blonde breathed a sigh of relief when the dildo was all the way in. Selena, though still tense, was no longer doubled over in pain. The respite was short lived.
Another crack of the bat got both girls back on their toes.
“What are you waiting for? Start ass fucking your friend, or I’ll do it for you. And I promise, I won’t be as gentle as you”. Taylor knew the threat was real.
She looked pleadingly at Selena. Her friend’s gaze was that of dread and fear. The diminutive Latina, shaking and sweat soaked, was at the end of her strength.
Taylor carefully withdrew her hips and gently thrust them. Selena yelped. Taylor gave another thrust, this one even gentler than before.
“Whaaat the fuck is THIS?” growled the masked man in annoyance “Looks like I’ll have to do the job myself”.
“NO!!!” screamed Taylor. ”No, please, ill do it myself”
“You had your chance, bitch. It’s my turn now”. The man was about to separate them.
Taylor gave one quick thrust, then another, never slowing down. Selena moaned loudly.
“See, I’ll do it. I promise.” The man backed off.
Taylor continued to plough Selena. She thrust hard and fast, over and over. It was obvious that her friend was in pain. She screamed almost continuously, stopping only to catch a few ragged breaths. Her back was arched; her fingers tightly grasped the chains attached to her cuffs. Taylor told herself that she did to keep Selena from getting raped by a total stranger. But somewhere, deep in her sub consciousness, Taylor was turned on by this ordeal. And this scared her far more than the whips, chains and rubber dildos.
Selena screamed until she could scream no more. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Her ankles gave out she once again hung limply by her wrists.
“All right, that’s enough” said the man. He pulled Taylor off Selena.
“Oh, God is she okay” panicked Taylor, “is she OKAY???”
“Shut up” said the man. He leaned over Selena and grabbed her by the chin. Selena, battered and exhausted, still managed to look straight at her captor and mumble something through her gag.
“Yeah, the pampered little bitch is okay”
The two girls were lying naked, face to face, on the floor. Their wrists and ankles were tied up. So were their shoulders, tied together in a tight knot. Normally this would be quite painful. But both girls, battered and abused were just happy to have a little respite before the next round of punishment. Neither girls were gagged, if only for the moment. Taylor still wore the rubber dildo.
“You really scared me, Selena, are you okay” whispered Taylor.
Selena nodded her head and crawled closer to her friend.
“I am so scared” went on Taylor “Why is he doing this?” what does he WANT from us?”
“Shhhhhh. It will be ok, Taylor”
The blonde almost broke down to tears “I hope so. I really do…”
“It will be okay” repeated Selena. She then reached out and lightly kissed Taylor on the lips.
Surprised, Taylor could only stare blankly at the girl in front of her
“Oh, god, Taylor, I am so sorry…” Selena started to apologize. Taylor did not let her finish, planting a kiss of her own, this one long and hard. After that, there was no stopping it. They kissed passionately and desperately. Their lips and tongues caressed each other. The girls inched closer to each. Their nipples, hips and thighs rubbed up against each other in a sudden frenzy.
The frenzy was short-lived.
“And now, for my favourite part of the show” announced their captor.
He grabbed Selena by the elbow ad pulled her to her feet. Taylor assumed the worst
“No! Don’t you dare touch her, you creep!!!”
The masked man ignored her. Pulling the tied up Selena to her feet he stood her right in front of him, staring her down. Selena, scared and intimidated, tried to shrink away from the intimidating figure.
This only made the man smile. He slapped her on the ass once, then twice, all while groping Selena’s breast with his other hand. Selena could only sob in response.
“Tell me you like this” demanded the man.
“I like it!” Selena managed to say between her sobs
“Tell me you are a nasty slut” said the man
“I’m a nasty slut!” tears rolled down Selena’s face.
“Did you get your $2000 worth?” asked the man
“Yes” said Selena, breathing out a heavy sigh
“Where is the money?” demanded the masked man
“What money? What’s going on???” the confused Taylor asked.
“Shut up” the man commanded, then turned back to Selena “Where is the money?
“In my purse” answered Selena.
“Gooooood. Now, if you try really hard, you might be able to free yourselves in about 45 minutes or so. If you want to do this again, you have my number”. He let go of Selena. “And you, blondie, that dildo really becomes you.”
Just like that, the masked man made his exit, leaving the two girls naked and tied up
“What did he mean about the money” asked Taylor
“I am sorry” said Selena, struggling against her bonds.
“You are sorry??? Did you PAY for this to happen?” asked Taylor incredulously.
“Taylor, I am sorry…I thought you would like it” Selena pleaded
“Like it?” screamed Taylor “I am not into this kind of SHIT”
Selena continued to apologies profusely while bending down and trying to untie the knot around Taylor’s wrists. Taylor’s continued her tongue lashing for the hour and a half that it took to get free. Taylor was mad. When Taylor had her hands free, she quickly untied Selena’s wrists and elbows, and then stormed off, leaving Selena to untie her feet. Taylor found her dress, surprisingly still intact, and started to put it on.
“Taylor, wait, let me explain” pleaded Selena.
Taylor realized she still had the dildo on. She unstrapped it and threw it at Selena, who just managed to avoid the flying piece of rubber. Taylor was in no mood to talk. She put on her panties, pulled down her skirt and stormed out of the room.
“Taylor! Wait!” Selena just managed to free herself from the ropes. Grabbing her underwear and dress she ran down the hall, dressing in the process. By the time she ran out into the parking lot, Taylor’s car was gone.

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How I Became a Slave to Black Cock

Warning: This story contains extreme racial themes and dialog. Please avoid if you are sensitive or easily offended. If you have any constructive or detailed comments, please message me. XOXO Kim F

The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Nine)

Ok, so I asked for your opinion on how to finsh this part to whether tell you what she says or to have them have sex but no answered so if you don’t like the end of this part then I’m sorry. And thank again for all the nice comments you guys left me, and thier is one more part to this story and then thats it I won’t continue it because I already have another story I want to start putting up here. Hope you enjoy this part (:

Morning Bells (Part Four: Chicago)

Hey I’m sorry if it took so long to come out with this chapter i actually stayed up last night and spent about 6 hours writing it so i hope everyone enjoys, if you have any questions or ideas please let me know i try to reply to all the comments i get. Thank you to all the readers that continue to follow the story!

horny desires

A story I’ve thought about getting out of my head for a while… This is indeed the -boring- part to the story, and starts getting into it in later parts. Please don’t down rate it for having to sexual antics in it just yet ; I hope you all enjoy.

Tennis Moms

Linda and Stacy were both the same age–thirty-six–and looked great. But they were like night anvisit my msg board it got pics and you can post there to http://piclink.aimoo.com/d day: Linda was a tall, six-foot platinum blond, with small tits, and a runway model”s body; Stacy was Italian, five-four, with huge breasts and long black hair. Her body was thin, but more curvaceous.
They just got finished with a morning of tennis, and now they were in the locker room. They only went there to dry themselves with towels, and rest a bit (neither of them liked to shower in public). Stacy looked over at Linda, watching as she slid the towel up and down her tanned legs, and said, “I don”t know why you have to wear your socks pulled up that high for. That look went out in the eighties, and you”re not a little schoolgirl, anymore.”
Linda smiled, and turned her back to her best friend. She spread her legs wide, and bent over at the waist. Her short, white skirt rided up as she stroked the knee-high socks. Stacy could see the swell between her friend”s thighs, and she thought she could actually see a wet-spot.
Stacy just licked her lips, and went over and goosed Linda”s bulged-out cunt. “OOHH! You”re a naughty girl today.” Linda just stood up, and kissed Stacy deeply, their moist tongues entwining as they ground their bodies against each other. Hands were running over asses, squeezing breasts, and rubbing pussies, when they decided that they had better cool it off before they get caught.
Linda said as they made their way to the car, “Why don”t you come over to my house, and spend the night? Justin and Justine (those were her eighteen-year-old twin son and daughter) won”t say anything; I think they already know mom likes the taco as well as the hot dog.”
This made Stacy laugh–and a little wet, as she said she would.
Twenty minutes later, the two women pulled into the driveway. They exited the car, and made their way to the front door. Linda unlocked it, and they both walked in. They both saw the twins sitting on the couch watching TV.
“Hi kids. What are you watching?” Linda walked over with her friend right behind her. They threw their bags down on the coffee table, and sat down on it in front of the twins.
Since it was still early in the morning, the kids were dressed in what they wore to bed: Justin in his sweats, and t-sort, and Justine in very short, thin-fa bricked shorts, and a baby-doll top. They were both good looking, both were popular with the opposite sex at school. They each inherited the best traits of each parent–Justine got her long, supple legs from mom, and Justin got his fa her”s ten-inch-long dick.
“We were just watching the early news program. What”s up?” He saw them both looking at him and his sister like they wanted to say something. His eyes lingered on both sets of legs for a second, then brought his gaze up to his mother”s gorgeous face.
Linda said, “I need to talk to you both for a second. You know that since your father left, I have not been with a man.” Both kids shifted uncomfortably, and Justine did”t notice that her Shavian pussy was exposed to the two women in front of her. “But I have been having sex…with Stacy.” Stacy blushed, and lowered her head. “Now I don”t want you two to be uncomfortable, so I”ll ask you: Is it alright with you if Stacy spends the night?”
Justin looked over at his sister, and he DID notice the lips of her cunt peeking out through the side of her shorts. His mind wanted him to focus on his sister”s face, but his now-growing cock won the battle, and he just kept staring.
Justine did”t pay attention, and just said to the two older women, “Whatever makes you happy, mom. It”s okay with us. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, darling.”
“What”s it like…to, uh, you know, eat her out?”
Having his sister ask that, and having just heard that his mother makes love to this sexy woman, made his cock grow to its full ten inches. He tried to hide it, but failed.
“Well, Sweet, it”s Li–Wow, I see Justin dozen”t mind! Look at his sweats.”
All three female heads turned to see the pole in his sweatpants. Linda saw that her son was trying to hide it with his hands. “Don”t hide it, honey. It”s wonderful. Just like your father”s.” Then, as she forced her eyes from the swollen dick of her son, she turned to Stacy and winked. “Since you”re both curious, why don”t Stacy and I just show you…if that”s okay?”
Justin showed that he did”t mind by letting his cock bob back and forth. Stacy just nodded.
All four entered Linda”s bedroom. Linda instructed her twins to sit on the love seat across from the foot of the bed. Linda and Stacy sat in front of them on the bed. Stacy ,immediately, was getting into this. The thought of her eating her friend”s cunt in front of her kids was making her pussy leak fluid. She reached down, and pulled her sweater off, all the while watching the cock tented on Justin, and the beautiful legs of his sister. Her tits were enormous as they fought against being spilled out of the white bra.
Linda ran her tongue down Stacy”s neck. “Ooh, you know I love that,” Stacy whispered. Then Linda”s tongue licked the cleavage, she could smell the female scent on her friend as neither of them took a shower yet. Linda removed her head from those big tits, and looked over at her kids. “By the looks of it, you better release that huge dick, son. And Justine, feel free to explore your own body as well. I want all of us to enjoy each other today.”
Without further word, Justin yanked his sweats down and off, and started rubbing the apple-sized head of his cock. There was a stream of Prue-cum glistening down the side, going over the large, pulsing veins. “I”vie never wanted a dick so bad in my fie; it”s been so long,” Stacy said as she saw the monster.
As Linda lay ed down next to her friend with her own sweater removed, she said low, “Don”t worry baby, we”re ALL going to get that pecker today.”
Stacy spun her head around fast. “You mean…? Have you ever…?”
“That”s what I mean, and no I have never. But I want it today so let”s put on a show for them. Maybe they”ll play with each other, too. Now, take off that bra, and come over here and sixty-nine me. I want to suck on that juicy pussy of yours.”
Stacy took of her bra, then moved her hands towards the cotton panties under her skirt. She felt that they were soaked through as she slid them down her dark thighs and calves. She brought them up to her nose and inhaled. She then looked over at Justin stroking his large dick with both hands, “Here you go, Justin. Wrap these around that shaft while you watch me eat your mom”s juice-box.” She tossed them to him, and did as she instructed. He encircled his dick, and the cotton felt great on his throbbing hard-on.
Justine turned toward her brother, and spread her legs. Her right rested on the high back of the chair, and the other found the floor. She inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy as she watched her brother”s hands go up and down on his cock. Justin saw her fingers playing with her cunt-flaps, and he beat harder. He watched his sister for a few seconds, then looked over at Stacy standing in front of his mom who had her legs spread wide, and her knees up in the hair with those long socks on. Stacy reached under Linda”s skirt, and almost ripped her panties off. She threw these to Justine, and said, “Now you. You stuff these up your little cunt-hole, an slowly pull them out. Trust me: it feels great.”
Justine pulled down her shorts, and got back in the same position again. She wrapped her mother”s panties around three fingers, and pushed the cotton in. “HHS,” she moaned as the underwear slid in between the folds of wet pussy flesh. It made a squishing sound as the whole pair of undies was pushed in. “Justin, watch this,” she said as she pulled the panties out slowly. Justin was harder than ever as he saw the panties coming out, and the long wet-sponge sound made hm even hornier.
While the kids were occupied with each other, Stacy rested her bald cunt onto Linda”s open mouth. Linda poked her nose inside the folds, and shook her head around. “That”s it you wild bitch, eat that pussy,” Stacy barked as she rested her mouth onto her friend”s bulging labia. The scent was magnificent as she spiraled her tongue around the flabby lips. While chewing away at their mommy”s cunt, Stacy watched Justin pump his cock, and his sister push and pull the panties in and out of her young cunt. It was time to get really bad, Stacy thought.
“Now here”s what I want: Justin, you come over and shove that fucking-pole inside your mother, and your sister will help me make mommy”s pussy squirt cum with our mouths.” Obviously this was something they had all wanted, and Linda let them know as she moaned into the dripping pussy above her face.
The twins stood up, and removed the rest of their clothing. Justine still had the panties hanging out of her lips when she said, “I”ll get to have some of that, too, right?”
Justin let HS cock go, and it bounced around. “Yeah. And when I fuck you, I want mom”s panties in there when I fill you up with meat and juice.”
Both siblings walked over to the bed as they watched Stacy”s mouth work on their mother”s cunt. When they got close enough, Stacy reached out and wrapped her hand around the engorged member. “This is the biggest fuck in dick I have ever felt! My fingers don”t even touch my thumb,” she gasped as she pumped it a few times. “Oh mommy-dear, were all going to have so much fun with this,” she said as she pulled the large head over to rub it up and down the glistening slit. Stacy looked up at Justine, and instructed, “Squat down, now.”
The sister/daughter did as she was told, and her face was near her mom”s cunt as she watched her brother”s dick slide around the puffed-out pussy. She could smell her mom”s juices, and she started to jam the panties back in; droplets of cum that did”t get soaked up into the cotton were starting to puddle under her.
The cock finally parted the lips of mom-cunt, and he thrust ed about two inches in. He groaned in pleasure as he looked down to see the bulging cunt wrap around his dick with love. Stacy was watching it slide in, too, as she grind ed her cunt into the mom”s mouth. She used her fingers to rub the hood of flesh that housed the cl it. Now six inches were in when Justine ran her long tongue around the puffy outside of her mom”s pussy.
Mom was groaning and moaning as the hole ten inches of her son entered her. She jammed four fingers into Stacy”s cunt and fucked and sucked her hard as she was getting pleasure from her twins and her best friend.
As she watched the kids taking care of mom–the huge rod being pushed in and pulled out with a suction sound, and the tongue of the daughter licking around the swollen cunt–she announced that she was cumming. “Hohhot, fuck yeah! Here it comes, baby. Mommy”s about to eat hot Jim as her son fucks her and her daughter licks her….Ohhhhh!”
Jet after jet of clear liquid shot out of the bald beaver, and into the open mouth of the mother. Linda couldn”t catch it all, and some ran down her cheeks as she was lapping at the girating cunt.
Stacy bit down hard on the top of Linda”s snatch, and the cock just kept assualting it. Stacy could actually feel her friend”s stomach area rise when the whole cock was in her.
Justine was using her mouth on ma, her left hand was fingering the underwear into her soaked pussy, and her other hand was massaging her brother”s large sack. Just then, the brother said, “Mom, I”m gonna cum, I can”t hold it anymore. Where should I do it?”
Mom yelled from under Stacy”s dripping pussy, “Just a few more pumps, honey. Mommy”s almost there. I want your sister to swallow my cunt-juice as I squirt. When you do finish, spray it into Stacy”s mouth. She hasn”t had man-seed in a long time.”
Justin tried to hold back, and after four more plunges, mom said, “I”m ready to blow!”
Linda”s hips started to buck, and, even though the cock was filling up her cunt, her semen shot out of the sides of her pulsing vagina. It ran down, and the daughter licked it up hungrily. Justin drew his ten inches out, and he got a fire-hose-like blast in the stomach of hot girl-cum. Unlike her friends, mom”s cum was pearly white, and the gigantic dick was coated in it. He didn”t even have to tel Stacy to open up, she was ready. Long ropes of sperm fired out of the throbbing dick and blast after blast hit Stacy in the mouth. There was too much, though, and some leaked out, and dribbled down on her friend”s stomach. After she swallowed all the hot cum in her mouth, she licked the puddle of it off of Linda.
Stacy motioned for Justine to come up by her. She did, and Stacy pushed the daughter”s head down on her mom”s stomach. Stacy then opened Justine”s eager mouth, and he spit the rest of the cum into it. She gulped it all down, and she started to frig her clit again.
As the mother crawled out from under her friend, she sat down next to Justine. All six eyes were staring at the still-erect monster with the mixture of mom/son jizz dripping onto the floor. Linda gave her son”s thick cock a lick, and said, “I”m sorry you”s two didn”t get fucked, but by the looks of things, I think this is gonna be one heluva night.”
They all laughed as Justine knelt down, and inserted her brothers soaked cock-head into her mouth….

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Me and LU

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What a fine bouquet

A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter, who is also the owner, walks up to the blind man and hands him a menu. “I’m sorry sir, but I am blind and can’t read the menu. Just bring me a dirty fork from the previous customer, I’ll smell it and order from there.”
A little confused, the owner walks over to the dirty dish pile and picks up a greasy fork. He returns to the blind man’s table and hands it to him.
The blind man puts the fork to his nose and takes in a deep breath. “Ah, yes that’s what I’ll have, meatloaf and mashed potatoes.” Unbelievable, the owner says to himself as he walks towards the kitchen.
The cook happens to be the owner’s wife and he tells her what had just happened. The blind man eats his meal and leaves.
Several days later the blind man returns and the owner mistakenly brings him a menu again. “Sir, remember me? I’m the blind man.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. I’ll go get you a dirty fork.” The owner again retrieves a dirty fork and brings it to the blind man. After another deep breath, the blind man says, “That smells great, I’ll take the Macaroni and cheese with broccoli.”
Once again walking away in disbelief, the owner thinks the blind man is screwing around with him and tells his wife that the next time the blind man comes in he’s going to test him. The blind man eats and leaves.
He returns the following week, but this time the owner see’s him coming and runs to the kitchen.
He tells his wife, “Mary rub this fork around your vagina before I take it to the blind man.” Mary complies and hands her husband the fork back. As the blind man walks in and sits down, the owner is ready and waiting.
“Good afternoon sir, this time I remembered you and I already have the fork ready for you.”
The blind man puts the fork to his nose, takes a deep whiff and says, “Hey I didn’t know that Mary worked here?”

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