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Catch Up

We had agreed to meet up for a drink, and you were late. It had been years since I’d seen you and I was nervous.

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Samson Gets Familiar

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An Edited Life, Part 1

The hot bath was a welcome friend.
My eyes closed as my body sank into the deep tub, the lavender and chamomile-infused water seemingly embracing me as I inched into it, sighing softly as my frame nestled against the tub’s bottom.
It had been a hectic six months. Nearly a year earlier, a developer contacted me about coming to work in a planned community along the Indiana bank of the Ohio River, not terribly far from my hometown. The idea intrigued me, less for its proximity to home than for the town that was being built from nothing but gently-rolling hills and the challenges of the position I’d been offered.
When Alan Mercer first shared his vision, I was, admittedly, skeptical. He’d acquired five square miles of somewhat desolate land, several miles upstream from Louisville, Kentucky. On it, he was developing what could best be described as a playground for the youthful and educated. From the mixed-used buildings – with restaurants and retail and street level and apartments and condos above – to the sprawling riverfront park with its golf course, softball fields and amphitheater; to the winery and you-pick-it farm at the site’s fringe; to the enclosed water taxis that went back and forth to downtown Louisville, Mercer had seemingly thought of everything.
My role was to serve as the assistant editor of the development-owned media, keeping residents and visitors abreast of anything and everything that had to do with The Meadows at River’s Edge. The job was a hybrid of journalism and public relations, but about eighty-five percent of the development’s adults and a fast-growing number of its visitors were plugged in to our work, and neither its importance or its salary and significant perks were lost on me.
As my body absorbed the water’s warmth, it struck me how little I was plugged in to my new hometown. Several months had passed between Mercer’s offer and the actual move, and now six months into my new life, I realized I was living an endless procession of ten- to twelve-hour work days, with little to no human interaction after leaving the office.
That had to change.
My thoughts began to drift more deeply into my loneliness. The only man I’d really given a second look during the past six months was Andre Gregory, my editor. About five years older than me, Andre is a rock-solid six-foot-three, with a shaved head and crystal-clear chocolate skin. His smooth, deep voice is the sort one would want melting them to sleep night after night.
At times, the little smiles that often accompany Andre’s glances seemed knowing, almost taunting, causing my tummy to flutter slightly. Even as he’d always interacted with me as a gentleman, his look – THE look – often made me wonder what he was thinking.
But Andre was not only a co-worker, he was my boss. Tempted? Yes. But I could never let it happen.
As my bath lingered, I noticed the water cooling. No longer was steam drifting from its surface and a chill was beginning to run through me. Grudgingly climbing from the tub, I wrapped towels around my body and head and walked into bedroom, surprised to find that more than thirty minutes had passed since I’d sought refuge in the water.
Tonight, I was going out. This playground in which I’d found myself had become a lonely place, and with the awakening of spring and having the weekend off, this wasn’t a Friday night to be wasted as so many others had been since my arrival.
It’s been so long since my last night out, I felt almost inept to dress myself athletic, five-foot-nine frame for anything other than a day at the office. After what seemed like an eternity of indecision, my hand reached into the closet and came out with a hanger that contained a blue, floral-print figure-skater dress. Admittedly, it was almost too short, its skirt reaching just below my tush. But, hey, one can’t afford to spend a rare evening out unnoticed.
It was but a 10-minute walk from my apartment to the club at which I’d decided to spend the evening it. Strolling along the river, it struck me that I was turning some heads as others passed, including one poor bastard whose wife or girlfriend rewarded his glance at me with an open-handed slap to the back of his head.
The journey was both unsettling and gratifying.
The music from Escape was noticeable from about half a block away, its pulse growing louder with each step. The lobby was crowded as was the club itself, but an open table next to the dance floor beckoned, so I sat, relaxed, ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and began taking everything in.
Journalists are awful about mentally picking people apart, perhaps as a defense mechanism as much as anything. As my gaze flowed around the club, I began to analyze the people around me. That man with the tacky gold chains and his shirt open by about two buttons too many ought to head straight back to 1975 where he belongs. The fifty-something woman just a tad overweight for the spandex in which she was clad was probably mistaken to be hitting on twenty-something men.
Time passed and several drinks had flowed through my lips, and it suddenly struck me that a Friday night at home in front of the television might not have been a bad idea.
It was approaching midnight and nearly two hours had been wasted at the club. It was becoming more and more obvious that with no hope of companionship in sight and after having finished off a couple of drinks, it might be time to leave.
“How interesting,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear, from behind, “my dormant flower has emerged from her hole with the spring’s warmth.”
Though I turned my head, it wasn’t necessary to see my editor before I knew it was he who had teased me, using my dress’s print as imagery to poke fun at my lack of socialization.
His hand reached over my shoulder, grabbing one of the empty glasses on the table at which I sat, lifting it to his nose and taking a breath before snickering, “Drinking vodka and cranberry juice alone while surrounded by people; how absolutely typical of you.”
Though a smile crossed my lips, the emptiness I felt outside of work had become a bit painful. I grabbed my purse from the table, stood and turned, muttering, “I was just leaving actually,” only to feel his hand against my tummy as he said, “Oh no you don’t. You spend six months doing nothing but working and you think you’re heading home at eleven on a Friday night when you’ve the weekend off?”
My tummy fluttered slightly at his touch, and I glanced at him and said, “You won’t let me leave?”
He said nothing, smiling as he shook his head, grabbing my purse and returning it to the table before sitting in the chair across from me. Andre then motioned for the waitress standing nearby, ordering another vodka and cranberry for me and a Woodford Reserve on the rocks for himself.
Andre reached across the table, taking my hand in his, briefly saying nothing as he looked at me.
“Not once can I remember you mentioning a date, socializing, anything that would lead me to believe you’ve allowed yourself to enjoy a life outside of our work,” he said.
His observation did nothing for my self-confidence, and I caught myself struggling to find the right words with which to respond.
“The opportunities just haven’t been there,” I said, immediately realizing how hollow my words sounded.
“No,” he said. “The opportunities are there, you’ve just not taken advantage of them.”
Our drinks arrived, and I quickly grabbed my glass, lifting it to my lips before I said something else that left me coming across like a child making poorly-engineered excuses for unacceptable behavior.
“Look around us,” Andre continued. “It’s Friday night, the club is packed with people and I found you sitting here alone. If I had to guess, I’d say you picking them apart, person by person, so that you had a prefabricated veto in hand, in the event that any of them dared approach you.”
I caught myself – barely – before I spit my drink on the table.
“That’s exactly what I’d been doing,” I said with a smirk, realizing how observant Andre had been of my personality during the past half year.
The chat – which was more a polite lecture than anything – continued, with Andre chiding me for burying myself in my work when it wasn’t necessary for me to work at all, given that the trust my parents had set up for me afforded me considerably more financial independence than a career in journalism ever would.
What bothered me most about Andre’s friendly rant was that he left me with no room to object, so I listened somewhat helplessly as he methodically laid out what was wrong with my life.
With our glasses nearly empty, Andre ordered more drinks, but before they arrived, he stood and motioned for me to join him, taking me by the hand and leading me to the dance floor. My first few steps with him were awkward, between the drinks I’d already had and the rarity with which I wore heels.
Andre led me to an open spot on the floor, turned me around so that my back was to him, wrapped his thick, muscular arms around me and guided my body against his as we began to sway together.
Had this man not been my boss, what had happened wouldn’t have bothered me a bit, but here I was, in public and with his arms wrapped tight around me. What if a co-worker popped in? How many of these people had seen both our photos scattered throughout our work?
As these thoughts flowed through my mind, Andre’s hands slid down my sides, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass against his pelvis. Even with my embarrassment, my spine tingled at the attention and almost instinctively, I pressed back against him and gave my hips a playful little shimmy, only to have him lean forward and with that velvet-like voice purr, “Tonight, you’re going to socialize.”
We’d danced for nearly an hour, and I’d felt almost as if I were being publicly displayed before Andre very calmly said, “Now we can go.”
“We?” I replied. “It’s no trouble to walk home. It’s not that far.”
He smirked as he took my hand and led me back past the tabled where my purse – and our untouched drinks – sat. I grabbed my bag and followed him out the door and down the street to his Wrangler, climbing in as he opened the door for me before he entered on the other side.
“You’re coming to my place,” Andre said, as he started the car.
My head turned toward him as I replied, “Pardon? That strikes me as inappropriate.”
He nodded as he softly said, “Yes, it is,” his tone an almost mocking one.
Had Andre not been my boss, none of this would have been a conflict for me. He is a stunning, confident and cerebral, strong in every sense of the word.
As he drove, my mind struggled to grasp what was happening. After half a year of a social void, how was it possible that I’d just spent an hour unexpectedly dancing with my editor and was now even more unexpectedly in his car, tingling from having a bit too much vodka, heading to his house?
Andre pulled into his garage and clicked the remote on his visor, closing the door behind us. He exited the Wrangler, walked around its backside and opened the door for me, and then I followed him into his home.
We walked into his living room and stood behind what appeared to be a fairly expensive leather sofa. His arms wrapped around me again, this time pulling me toward him face-to-face and our lips met, first fluttering together before mine opened and his tongue slid into my mouth, causing me to moan into his as my heart began to race and a vaguely familiar warmth began to build within me.
Instinctively, I struggled, even as the moment was enjoyable. “He’s my boss,” was the thing that kept running through my mind. Andre apparently sensed my hesitation, my doubt, grabbing me all the harder and kissing me that much more passionately.
The kiss lingered, and my mouth felt full as his tongue slowly snaked within it. So focused was I on what Andre was doing with to mouth that I’d failed to notice that he’d grabbed my dress’s hem and was lifting it up my body, and that my arms had risen over my head without me even realizing it. It was only when he broke the kiss – my bra-less breasts exposed to the room’s cool air – to lift the flowery blue garment over my head that I actually became aware of what was happening.
So there I was, standing in Andre’s living room wearing nothing but a blue satin thong and nearly perfectly-matching, heeled sandals.
“Lose the shoes,” he said, and I nodded, lifting each foot, in turn, before tossing the sandals toward where my dress lay on the floor.
Andre slowly turned me, leaving me facing the sofa’s back. His hand found the middle of my back, bending me forward, and my own hands grabbed the sofa, leaving me bent at the hips and nervously stammering, “W-W-What are you …” before he shushed me.
The few seconds that passed seemed like an eternity. I could feel Andre looking at me, inspecting me before I jerked forward as a sharp sting exploded within me, his hard black hand having come crashing onto my ass. He laughed when a high-pitched whimper passed through my lips then said, “I told you back at the club you were going socialize tonight.”
My grip on the sofa tightened, expecting to be spanked again, but nothing happened. As my fingers relaxed, another slap shot through the air when he struck my other bun, this time hard enough that my knees buckled and I squealed, “Holy shit!” as I struggled to hold myself up.
That my rump was burning didn’t stop Andre from groping it with his powerful hands. As he kneeled behind me, his palms rotated, his fingers having been pointed toward the floor while he was standing, then ending up pointed toward my back by the time he reached his knees.
He slipped his forefingers into my panties’ waistband and pulled them over my hips, drawing them down my legs. As they reached my ankles, I lifted first one foot, then the other, stepping out of them. Andre’s hands returned to my ass, pulling me open and then he smirked, “I am soooooooo gonna enjoy this.”
As he kneeled behind me, he took a slow, deep breath as his nose hovered oh so close. My legs trembled as his warm exhale flowed through my crotch, and it struck me that his nostrils had to be filled with my musk. His grip on my ass tightened and he pulled me open even further, to the point that it strained me enough so that I rolled to the balls of my feet.
Again, seconds passed and nothing happened before he jolted me again with the flutter of his tongue against my folds. I dared not release my grip on the sofa’s back, and my body began to writhe with his licks, and I could hear him chuckle as he teased me with his lapping at my pussy.
As Andre’s tongue flowed through my vulva, the guilt within me grew. It was nearing 2 a.m. on Saturday and my editor’s face was in my snatch and my honey was dripping onto his eager tongue. How the hell would we face each other at the office on Monday?
Having been lost in my remorse, I’d not even noticed that Andre had stood up till I looked over my shoulder and saw that he’d been upright long enough to shed his clothes and toss them to the floor to our left. When he brushed up behind me, a gasp escaped my lips as I felt his rigid shaft against my tush as he leaned forward, guiding my hands from the sofa’s back and bending me completely over it.
The cold leather made be break out in goose bumps, despite the heat that raged within me. My areolas were rock-hard at the ends of my full, round breasts and Andre’s hands found those spots where the backs of my thighs joined my buttocks, his thumbs pointing inward and pulling me open, as he deeply, calmly said, “I’m about to change your life, Gabi.”
He held me open as the head of his thick, brown cock hovered at my entrance, as if he instinctively knew I’d never had a black man inside me, as if he wanted to give me a moment to ponder what he was about to do to me.
And then, it happened.
With one vicious thrust, Andre filled me, his pelvis crashing hard into my white ass as my warm, slick womb engulfed every last inch of him, his cock’s crown stabbing my cervix. I’d never felt so full, and my scalp began to tingle beyond the voda’s effect as his hands slipped to my hips, grabbing them firmly as he began to slide in and out, my lips emitting intermittent moans as he began to use my body for his pleasure.
The tickle from my crotch was overwhelming, resonating through me from head to toe as he flowed back and forth, my slit dripping its nectar down the back of the couch I was bent over with the longest, thickest cock I’d ever taken making itself at home inside me after having gone so many months without.
As Andre pounded me again and again, my guilt gave way to raw, primal lust. No man had ever robbed me of control and used me this way, and I found myself savoring the moment, as if falling into a trance.
“Fuck the shit out of me!” I growled, the words escaping me before I’d even realized it.
“All … weekend … long,” he calmly replied, hammering me all the harder.
My feet lifted from the floor, my legs drawing up as Andre’s prick filled me again and again, my weight teetering on the couch’s back, my head spinning as I wondered whether he was serious, whether I’d spend the weekend with him between my legs, digging myself an even deeper hole before the new work week began.
As my body rocked atop the sofa, Andre’s hand slammed against my ass again and a shriek passed through my lips, his cock likely the only thing from keeping me from falling over.
My sense of time was lost as Andre impaled me unmercifully, seemingly thousands of times, to the point that my snatch ached and convulsed as it never had before, only a brief glance at the clock bringing me to the realization that it was after 3.
He groaned as his rod began to twitch violently, deep inside me.
Andre didn’t withdraw immediately, holding himself in me long enough that his prick began to soften. When he finally slid out, my legs uncurled and my feet again touched the floor, and his jizz began to run down my inner thighs.
He guided me around to face him again and I looked up at his ebony face, blushing deep red as I muttered, “All weekend long?”
“Yes,” he said confidently as he nodded, “As I said, I’m going to change your life.”
Andre grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom, and I nuzzled against him as we drifted to sleep, my mind filled with hazy images of what the rest of the weekend might hold.

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Owned: Part Two

The Master had demanded that she make herself cum 8 times in the four hours that he would be gone. This was probably very hilarious to him knowing that there was no clock in the room or any way to tell time. Lita, noting this, was immensely paranoid that he would come back before she knew 4 hours was passed and hadn’t masturbated enough.
The pressure in her pussy and ass was overwhelming. Her ass, just having been deflowered the night before, was still extremely sore even before he stuffed the conical toy inside. Now the thick base of the cone was straining against the taut rim of her asshole. Her pussy, more adjusted and flexible, was sporadically spasming around the huge toy that shoved deep inside.
She didn’t want to be punished so not long after he left she moved her down her stomach an onto her clit, already swelling, and began rubbing in a circular motion. Immediately she began to grow wet and the pressure and pain melted together into an enjoyable sensation that was frantically rising. She tried not to look at the camera, being embarrassed that she was playing with herself. But she had to…
She could feel liquid leaking out of her pussy and bubbling out of the seams in the tape and she started rubbing more quickly. Lost in the moment and forgetting the camera, she started bucking her hips and lifting her knees into the air. She felt the intense sensation rise and then finally climax and she moaned in ecstasy. As usual she started squirting when she came, the tape obstructing the normal flow and causing it to be more pressurized. The liquid sprayed out of whatever hole it could find as she whimpered in satisfaction.
And then almost immediately she felt ashamed and guilty. She glanced at the camera and knew he would watch this later and taunt her for it. She sighed knowing there was no help for it…it was either this or take whatever crazy punishment he would dish out. The cum on her thighs and trapped in the wet tape began to grow uncomfortably cold and the tape began to itch. She laid there daydreaming of her escape for a moment and suddenly she snapped back into reality.
How long had I been daydreaming?! Was it a couple minutes or closer to an hour? She grew worried and tried touching herself again, it took awhile and some will power but she got aroused again.
A couple hours later she had managed to cum 8 times, and she squirted 5 of those times. Leaving a puddle on the table and making the tape feel all slimy. She lay there half relieved, and hoping that she counted correctly and hadn’t missed a time. Then the door slammed open and she quickly turned her head to see the Master with his dogs at his heels.
“Well, well, well. It looks like someone’s been having fun! I didn’t know you could enjoy yourself so much without me?” He was laughing, ” You’re just rolling around in your own cum puddle…God, you love being a filthy little whore.”
Lita just stared up at him blandly, trying not to cry or blush. She was tired of constantly crying.
“What a mess!” He said as he started stripping the wet tape off of her. The anal toy immediately shot out of her ass as it was still incredibly tight, but the one in her pussy remained. It had been inside so long, and her soaking pussy so expanded due to it’s presence that it just remained lodged in. Lita, who had always taken pride in her tight twat, was very mortified by this…her eyes started tearing up. She thought, even if I do get free someday I’ll be ruined!
Noting her distress at the remaining dildo, the Master laughed again ” You don’t want it to come out, do you, slut? Well, you’ve been having fun too long! Squeeze it out now! Go on!”
Lita contracted her cunt muscles and out the dildo shot with a wet sucking noise. It feel to the floor completely covered with her milky cum.
“You are a complete mess! You slimy fucking slut. Let’s see what you’ve been up to while I was away!” He taunted and detached the video camera from it’s tripod and walked to one of the work tables against the wall. He reached into a messenger bag and pulled out a lap top and began hooking it up to the camera.
“Come here, slut.” He motioned towards her.
She slowly got off the table, uncomfortable with all the cold cum dripping down her legs, and got down on her hands and knees to crawl over to him. Then she knelt beside his chair while he pressed play on the video feed.
It showed Lita, spread- eagled and face still covered in his dried cum from he jizzed all over her face. She had forgotten it was still there til now. She turn bright red when the screen showed her bucking around on the table and then squirting everywhere with her moaning.
“Damn, you horny little bitch! I should punish you for having too much fun!” He laughed as he yanked at her hair from time to time. He fast forwarded and watched all the parts of her cumming, teasing and degrading her the entire time.
Finally the video was done, ” Well, I guess you did cum 8 times! What a spoiled little bitch. Now it’s time to clean you up.”
Lita looked up at him questioningly.
“What? You didn’t think I’d touch you when you’re all covered in crust and slime? Ha! You look like a little gutter whore that’s just been rabbit fucked by a bunch of bums.”
She didn’t know why she should even care what this cruel man was saying but she felt so degraded and disgusting at his words…she started to fight back tears once more.
“Alright, come on, bitch” He said as he put the leash back on her collar. He led her back to the corner of the compound with the drain the floor where she had released her enema the day before.
He tied here there over the drain and grabbed a hose that was raveled up on the nearby wall, and before she really knew what was happening he turned the nozzle and she was shot with an intense stream of freezing cold water.
She shrieked and tried to move out of the way but she was tied to tightly and couldn’t move around much. The water was so pressurized it stung and it was freezing cold, making her shiver and shake while pleading for him to stop.
“Just shut up! Open your legs, bitch. We have to clean that sloppy cunt!” He yelled
Knowing better than to defy him, she reluctantly opened her legs and was quickly shot with spraying water. She could feel the cold hard water pierce her pussy like a freezing knife…she thought maybe even some of the water was entering her vagina which was even more shockingly freezing.
After about 5 more minutes of being sprayed down he finally shut the hose of and she remained shivering the fetal position. Without a word he strode towards her, grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her towards one of the work benches. He threw her doggy style over the side of the bench and immediately thrust his dick into her pussy and started pounding her mercilessly. Lita began whimpering, she was still extremely cold and wet and was now being rammed from behind. He was fucking her so hard she thought her hip bones would shatter. And finally he ripped into her deeper than ever and let loose a hot stream of jizz into her stretched pussy.
He pulled out and has her lick his dick clean again…which by now became the least of her troubles. She could feel her gaping pussy hole dripping cum. She had thoughts about how loose she was going to be after all this was over. Just one more reason to be depressed and humiliated.
“What’s the matter, cunt? Mad that I didn’t let you cum that time? Ha, don’t worry…I’m sure you’ll have more fun before the day is through.” He said and then picked up her leash again and led her back to the ceiling hook and restraints.
Once she was restrained again, standing up with her legs spread and arms suspended, he reapplied the nipple and labia clamps. However, this time the nipple clamps had weights too.
Her nipples still hurt and were over sensitive from last time so the feeling was really intense. She was constantly wincing at the pain, and any small movement she made would cause the weights to swing and cause even more pain.
“Just sit tight, slut.” He said as he gently pulled on her nipple weights, “I’ll come back later with a surprise you’re going to love.” He grinned at her and she didn’t like what he was getting at.
He didn’t leave the dogs there this time which was a relief.
She stood there for what seemed like ages. Her arms and legs started to ache terribly, not to mention her cunt lips and nipples. She hated the way her nipples looked all red, swollen, and pulled downwards. The weights suspended from her pussy lips seemed bigger and heavier to her than last time. She looked at them some more and was sure that they were.
Finally the door opened again and she looked up, almost happy because she thought she would be let down. But whatever joy she had was immediately destroyed.
The master was there…but 5 other men stood behind him. They were all carrying packs of beer and laughing with each other. All looked to be around 40, like Master, except a couple looked even older than that. The two older men, probably in their mid 50s, had big beer guts.
“Surprise, slut!” The master shouted as he walked over, followed by his friends.
Lita just looked at Master and the men back and forth, eyes wide with fear and shock. They all started making little comments about her.
“She’s a young and ripe little piece of cunt!”
“Yeah, just begging to be fucked!”
They all circled her and started groping her. Hands were pulling at the chains connected to her nipple and cunt clamps…others were squeezing her tits and ass.
“Master…Please, no! Please…help me!” She whimpered.
The master responded and swiftly pinching her clit and twisting it causing her to cry out.
“See what I mean? She still needs some breaking in” The Master said, addressing the men.
“Well, that’s what we’re here for!” One of the men said.
The master untied her hands and unbound her feet and then removed the clamps. Once again, intense pain rushed to nipples and cunt lips as the clamps were removed. Her nipples were harder and larger than she had ever seen them before. Someone reached out to pinch them and it stung incredibly bad.
Master led her to the large table and pushed her onto it. He then thrust a large vibrator into her hands.
“Alright, slut. You know what to do. These men paid me good money and they want to see a good show!” He said snidely to her.
Lita was splayed out on the table completely naked, her nipples and cunt on fire, she looked at all the men who were drinking beer and laughing while staring at her. Some of them yelling insults at her.
She knew that he wanted to to her herself like before, as a show for them. She began to grow hopeful, maybe they just paid to watch her cum…and then they would leave. He probably didn’t want to share her anyways. This hope spurred her onwards.
She clicked on the vibrator and positioned herself with her legs opened toward them and started rubbing her clit with it while they shouted lewd encouragements. The master walked up again to the table with a beer in his hand and poured it down her snatch. She jerked slightly at the cold but kept going.
“Fuck that pussy hole, slut!”
“Come on, you dirty bitch! What a fucking slut.”
She closed her eyes as they shouted and kept rubbing the vibrator along her clit. She had never used a vibrator before and was surprised at how good it felt…it immediately started to get her clit swelling and her cunt leaking. The men noticed this of course and kept taunting her because of it.
Come on, fuck that cunt, you nasty whore!”
She pressed the dildo with ease into her wet slit and began fucking herself with the vibrating dildo. She started to feel a climax build up inside her and started rocking her hips and arching her back. And finally with a loud squeal she came. Her convulsing cunt pushed out a rush of cum and the men could see her hole spasming, opening and closing as she panted.
“What a fucking horny slut!”
“She didn’t even ask us if we wanted her to cum!” One mad said.
The master walked over to her, “He’s right, you know. You came without permission, you greedy whore.”
“I’m sorry, Master” Lita fearfully apologized.
“Well, you’ll just have to do it again right.” He said and the men cheered.
He brought out an even larger dildo, in the shape of a penis, with a suction cup at one end. He stuck it upright to the middle of the table. Lita looked at it dismally.
“Alright, slut, squat over that and fuck it good. And don’t even think about cumming til we say so…but also, if you don’t cum when we say so you’ll be sorry.” He threatened as he pinched a nipple and walked back to sit down with the other men to drink.
Just wanting to get this over with she crawled up to the dildo and then crouched over it, trying to squat over it. She felt it enter her, the size of it stretching and straining her already used pussy. She started pumping up and down by bending her knees but it was really awkward.
Suddenly an empty beer can came flying at her and hit her right on the head.
“Come on, you fucking bitch! Fuck that dick like the whore you are!” The thrower yelled.
She increased her speed and was moving up and down the shaft of the dildo and the men started gathering around her. They start pulling her her tits and nipples, slapping and pinching her ass, and she was fucking the table dick. The toy started to feel good and she fucked it but she warned herself to not cum until they told her to. One of the men took hold of her hips and started slamming her pussy down onto the dick vigorously making her fuck it harder and deeper. Another man joined in and with a strong thrust they rammed her pussy onto the toy right down to the table causing her the scream.
One of the men started sucking and licking at her sensitive and swollen nipples while another started flicking at her clit. She was driven completely over the edge and couldn’t even keep track over who was touching her or what they were doing. Was delirious and soaking wet, the men were still raising her up and down onto the dick at a quick speed while toying with her. And finally she couldn’t take it any more and with a loud moan she orgasmed and completely soaked the dildo with pussy cream.
Before she was even recovered, still panting and with orgasm waves rushing over her, the master slapped her face hard.
“Bitch, we didn’t tell you to cum. You dumb fucking slut.”
She was ripped off the dildo and before she knew it someone grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the table where the man whipped out his thick hard cock and started pounding it into her slick and gaping pussy. Another man took his dick out and shoved into her mouth, nearly gagging her and started throat fucking her. The dick in her mouth made tears start streaming down her face. She tried to beg for them to stop but she couldn’t speak with the cock thrusting in and out.
Then she was roughly picked up and dropped on the floor where a man grabbed her and placed her on top of his rock hard dick and started fucking her madly. Two other knelt in front of her and grabbed her hair to pull her face down to their dicks and made her take turns sucking and licking them. Another man went behind her and mounted her from behind and stuck his dick into her ass, which required some shoving but with all her cunt juice it slid in. She screamed but barely anything came out over the cock shoved deep in her throat. This caused the man to cum and started choking on his hot jizz, but the other man shoved his dick in right away and started fucking her face furiously.
The men fucking her ass and pussy were pounding away making her feel like she was being split in two, and causing her tits to bounce wildly. She thought she would consciousness at times from the pain and lack of breath. Finally the man fucking her mouth pulled out as gobs of sticky sperm splattered and clung to her face.
Both of the men fucking her ass and pussy had cummed in unison and she felt her ass and pussy simultaneously filled with the hot ooze. She felt both holes leak briefly but then two other men took their places. Their cocks were fucking her like pistons, making sick sloshing noises as her holes were filled with cum. Another dick was shoved in her mouth and she wanted to just pass out.
After what seemed like forever the man fucking her sloppy cunt blew his load inside her, causing sperm to strongly gush out of her cunt. Someone shoved a cold beer bottle into her cunt and started fucking her with that while the other man fucked her ass harder than ever. Finally the man fucking her face finally pulled out and jizzed all over her face too, while the man pounding her destroyed ass came too. Completely packing her ass with sperm.
They all stood up and she, almost unconscious, thought that it was over. But then the Master grabbed the bottle out of her pussy and held it over her. She could see that it almost half full of cum that had been in her cunt. He shoved the opening of the bottle into her mouth and held her head down, forcing all the cum and pussy cream in the bottle down her throat.
Then they all looked down at her, mostly laughing. She was completely naked with red tits and ass, completely cum spattered. Her face was completely covered with jizz, even over her eyes and lips and definitely in her hair.
One man leaned in closer to hear and grabbed his penis, Lita thought he was going to ejaculate on her again somehow, but a hot stream of piss poured down and splattered all over torso and cunt. This made the men laugh more and they all zipped up and started to walk away.
Lita just lied there gasping for air traumatized. All the men left leaving her alone for awhile but before long she heard the door open again and she looked over. It was Master and his dogs.
“Well, did you have fun, Squirt? Wasn’t that just your kind of night, whore?”
Lita couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Just lied there and looked at the floor.
“Come on, whore! Answer me! Say how much you liked being a dirty cum whore? You are a whore, don’t you know? Those men paid to fuck you and piss on you.” He yelled at her.
“Yes…Master. I really lie…being your whore.Th-thank you” Lita whimpered.
“You’re welcome, Squirt!” He said smiling. “Now, I don’t want to touch you so just follow me, got it?”
He walked over to wear the metal rings were bolted in the floor and she slowly crawled over. Her whole body was sore and her ass and cunt felt like they were on fire…she was sure her asshole must be torn somehow. And she was dripping with jizz and piss.
Once she got over there he chained her hands to the floor and the metal rings and then then he spread her legs and shackled them into more metal rings that she hadn’t noticed before. Even though she was extremely dazed she grew alarmed that he shackled her legs apart.
“What are you doing? I mean, Master…What do you want?” She pleaded.
“Hmmph!” He snorted, “I don’t anything from you, you dumb bitch. Look at yourself…you’re the sloppiest whore I’ve ever seen seen. There’s still cum dripping out of your mouth!”He laughed for awhile while she gazed at him sadly.
He started setting up the video camera again.
“But anyways, I felt selfish having all the fun tonight while Tiberius and Drake were left out…and I figured you were so sloppy right now that they could play with you before I washed you again.”
“Wh-what?”Lita said.
But the Master just walked away and out the door leaving the dogs. Lita started struggling against the shackles desperately and the dogs started slowly coming towards her.
Finally she stopped struggling… I guess some dogs licking at me will still be better than what happened to me, she thought.
The dogs grew less nervous and came over to her. They both started licking at her thighs and her spread and gaping pussy. She felt their slobbery tongues run over all the folds of her cunt furiously. She noticed they seemed to be fighting over it and she hoped they wouldn’t bite her if they started fighting. Finally Tiberius bit Drake on the snout causing him to yelp and recede…he instead walked over to her face and started lapping at it.
Tiberius continued lapping hungrily at her cunt for awhile and then moved his paws up to her stomach. His claws were uncomfortable so she started to shift but he just moved them closer to her chest and suddenly she realized he was trying to mount her.
She screamed and started thrashing violently.
“No!!!! Help!!!! No!!!!”
But both dogs started to growl and bare their teeth causing her to stop screaming and fighting. She looked to see his red dog dick protruding from between his legs. And she felt him push it near her gaping opening and then finally he jammed it in.
He fucked her roughly and way faster than she had ever been fucked before…his claws scratching her torso as he frantically raped her. About a minute later she felt yet another hot stream shoot into her cunt. But knowing that it was dog jizz she almost threw up. By then Drake was pushing at Tiberius and trying to get in between her legs as well but Tiberius’ dog knot was stuck in her pussy and he couldn’t pull it out right away. Finally he yanked it out and Drake immediately replaced him, stabbing his slimy red dick at her cunt. He missed the first few times and she felt it jab into her but finally he pushed into her snatch and start pumping in and out wildly as well.
A moment later he blew his load inside her too and tried to pull out, but his knot was stuck inside her too. Instead of fighting though like Tiberius he just laid down on top of her.
Lita looked up at the ceiling cry, covered in jizz and piss with a dog’s dick knot stuck inside of her. And then she looked over and saw the camera she had forgotten about. This sadistic man had footage of her being fucked by dogs.
Then she heard the door open again…

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My Cousin Abbey

[b]I remember that day as if it were yesterday; my cousin arrives to spend the summer with us on the farm. Her name is Abbey, a long pretty red headed girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age; I was still a young girl not yet fully developed in some areas of my body.
Showing her my room where she would be sleeping since my older sister is away in college. Sitting on the edge of the bed saying, “What’s there to do here?” being that she was from Boston, this was her first visit to Georgia where we lived. “Not much unless you go to town.” What about boys; any live around here?” “A few, Steve is my age and Joshua he’s about your age I think, thay live about five miles up the road.” “No shit, that’s useless.” She said lying back on the bed. “We do have horses to ride,” Hoping that would make her feel better.
“I’m a city girl, bright lights sneaking out at night having fun; riding horses sister doesn’t qualify as having fun to me.” I stood up to leave the room when I turned toward her saying, “I was trying to help you feel welcome here, and you don’t have to be rude.” “Look Sister I’m sorry, it’s just that my mother preferred to spend more time with her friend then me.” “I’m sorry too, please my name is Elizabeth.” “Thanks anyway Sis.” As I walked out of the room, I looked back saying, “Would you like to see the place.” “I guess so nothing else to do, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
Walking across the yard toward the barn, I wanted to show her the horses that we had. Approaching a horse called Midnight, Abbey reaches to pat him, and the horse jerked away startling her. Its okay Abbey, he’s not use to you yet give him time.” “Yet right,” she said. “Hey what’s up there,” pointing up, “It’s a hay-loft,” “A hay-loft, what’s that?” “It’s where we storage hay for the horses.” “Oh,” she said shaking her head. She walks over to the ladder leading up to the loft, “Be careful Abbey sometime rat snakes get up there.” But either she didn’t here me or she was just ignoring me. “Wow, this is so cool,” she said, as I reached the top.
Standing in the door looking out from the barn one can see a good ways. “It’s beautiful up here.” She reaches in her back pocket of her jeans and pulls and a smashed pack of cigarettes and sticks one in her mouth. “Hey you can’t smoke up here.” “Why is that?” Looking at her as though she was stupid; “Hay, it will catch on fire.” “Oh, I wasn’t thinking.” Then she pulls a beer out from under her Blouse top popping the top. “Where did you get that?” “That man who was looking in the freezer, I saw him sitting one on the table.” “That’s my dad’s beer.” “You suppose he’ll miss it.” I just shook my head not believing what she had done.
Lying back on the hay beside me as she sipped on her beer, “That friend of my mothers,” she pauses for a few seconds, “Yeah, I remember you saying something about her.” She turns toward me saying, “That woman, I’ve seemed them making out a couple of times.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry, it’s not your fault?” I didn’t know what to say to her about her mother. “Oh, it’s cool I don’t care if my mother is a Lesbian or not,” she said quietly. “Her name is Rebecca; she is nice to me always giving me advice on boys and things.”
Elizabeth can I ask you something,” “I guess so,” I said, not sure what she had in mind. Have you ever been with a boy before,” “A boy, no way my dad would kill me; besides he doesn’t let me date yet.” “Have you ever even kissed a boy?” “No, sometimes I dream what it would feel like to kiss someone.” “You poor country girl, well it’s a great feeling to feel his tongue in your mouth.” “I wouldn’t even know what to do.” Abbey slides over closer to me putting her arm around Me. “Well Sister, it’s always a good time to learn.” What do you mean?” “Well close your eyes and think you are with the dream of your life. It’s late at night and you are at t
he movies with him.” “Okay, I said feeling a little nervous. I could feel Abbey leaning over toward me, when I felt her lips on mine. “Excuse me!” I said backing my head away. “Trust me Elizabeth, its okay this is how I learn, and so will you, now close your eyes.” I close my eyes again, and felt her wet tongue pushing between my lips as we kissed. At first I didn’t know what to think, then if started to feel good to me. I still could not believe that my first kiss would be with a girl not a boy, and my cousin at that.
Abbey pushes me back on the hay, as we continue to kiss each other. Feeling her hand brushing against my breast I first didn’t think anything about it, until I felt her squeezing one of them. I tried to say something but the only words from my mouth was a moan. I felt her hand moving down between my legs as she started to rub my pussy. When out thinking I pushed her off of me running over to the ladder making my way down and out of the barn running toward the house.
At supper momma asked, “What did you girls do today?” “Not much, may I be excuse momma, I’m not feeling well.” She walks over putting her hand on my forehead, “I don’t feel any fever, and I hope you’re not coming down with anything.” “May I go now?” I said as I walked up to my room and got ready for bed. Lying quietly when Abbey walks into the room, I could feel her sitting down on the edge of my bed. “Look, I’m sorry for coming on to you like that, it’s been a while for me and you’re so pretty, you made me hot kissing you.”
Rolling over facing her I asked, “You really think I’m pretty?” “Yes, I do.” she said standing up undressing herself. I watch her as she slowly let her blouse fall to the floor, then her bra. She stood for a few seconds looking at me watching her. Then she drops her pants followed by her panties, as she stood nude before me. Her slim body seems to be calling out for me. She rubs her breast and slowly moved her hand down toward her shaven pussy. “You have a beautiful body Abbey; just wish mine looked as beautiful as yours.” “Oh babies don’t say that, your body is beautiful, really it is.” “My tits are so small, wish thay were like yours.” “Honey gives them time before you know they’ll be full size, even mine were small for a while, now look at them.”
I was looking at them, not just them but her hold body; she was starting to turn me on. I never have felt this before, was there something wrong with me or was this normal for a girl to be going through. Abbey turns the light off and walks over lifting the covers to my bed and slips in under them next to me.
Lying on her side she looks into my eyes saying, Elizabeth dear I just want you to lay here and enjoy what I’m about to do with you, I promise it will not hurt. We slowly kissed each other, her tongue gong deep into my mouth as she rubs my breast – I could feel my wetness from her touching, I was getting hot as I never felt before. She moves to my ear breathing hard as she licks me, it so hot to me her breath in my ear really turns me on. She slowly moves toward my pussy as I felt every move of her hand on my body. Feeling her touch on my pussy takes my breath away as I grasp for my breath. “Oh yeah baby, your so fucking wet, I just love It.” she said as she started licking my nipples while playing with my pussy.”
She starts kissing my body barely touching the skin, all the way to my pussy. With two fingers she spreads open my pussy exposing my clit that she started licking and sucking on it. When she first touches my clit with her tongue it had taken my breath away and I could not catch my breath. I tried grasping for my breath as she fingered me.
It was really filling well to me as I never had felt anything like this before in my live. “You liking i
t baby?” “Oh yes. I moaned.” It was almost like fireworks when I reached my climax I just exploded. “How was that baby, like it?” “Yes so very much, I never knew that could be so fucking good.” We kissed for several more minutes before she went to her on bed.
After breakfast I talked Abbey into riding horses with me up to the pond to go swimming. Mama packed us a lunch and told us to be careful, but have fun. That is what we plan to do, little swimming, little sunning, and a hold lot of loving.
It didn’t take us long to get there, we had our swimming suits on and wasted no time in getting wet. In the center of the pond Daddy build a pier to lie around and soak up the sun. We loaded our lunch and things in the canoe and paddled out to the pier, were we lay out and dove off of. Abbey called out to me to come over to her as she was getting out of the water. “What is it, you okay?” “Sure come and lay down beside me.” She said with puppy dog eyes. No sooner as I lay down, she pulled out shaven cream and a razor, then pulls off my bottom. She rubs the cream between my legs and starts shaving me. “You know that this really drives boys crazy as hell to fuck a girl with a shaven pussy.” “No, I didn’t ever know that.” “Once,” she said with a giggle. “I was about to fuck this boy, as soon as I dropped my panties seeing my shaven pussy, he came all over himself.” We both laughed aloud as she finished shaving me. “How does it feel sister,” she said with a smile. “I like it; kind of sexy don’t you think?” “Fucking yes, Sister.” As she started to lick me on my new shaven pussy.
Sitting up with her between my legs pulling her toward me, as our lips met my tongue found its way into her mouth twirling around her tongue while we kissed. Pulling off her top I started to fondle her nipples getting them hard, I pushed her to lay down I started licking her nipples with the tip of my tongue. When I heard her moaning when my hand found its way down toward her soft sweet pussy, I knew I was doing it right. She turned me on hearing her saying, “Oh yes, don’t stop, suck my clit harder please.” Her body started to move up and down the more faster I sucked the more she moan louder now then before, when suddenly I heard behind me a voice saying “May I jump in between you two for a quickie?” Turning I grabbed my towel covering my naked body from the person standing over us in the sun light. Shaded my eyes I could see it was Joshua, “What are you doing here?” I asked in fear. “Oh well, I was taking a short cut home from the field, when I saw you two making out. So I thought I would swim over and ask you two for a piece of ass.” “Well, you thought wrong Joshua, now go and leave us alone.” I said in up set voice. “Not a fucking chance unless you want everyone to know you make out with girls Elizabeth.” You wouldn’t?” I asked. “Oh I wouldn’t, Well try me bitch and you’ll fucking see.” Before I could say another word, Abbey was pulling his wet pants down and started stroking his big cock, the more she stroked it the bigger it got.
Without a word spoken Abbey opened her mouth and begins to suck his cock as she squeeze and fondled his balls. Joshua calls to me, “Elizabeth come here to me.” I stood with the towel wrapped around me, which pissed him off, “Drop the fucking dam towel and get your fucking ass over here bitch.” It really fucking scared me, the tone in which he spoken to me. Dropping my towel, I heard him saying “Fuck me! dam what a nice piece of fucking ass. He pulls me over and begins kissing me hard on my lips sticking his tongue down as deep as it would go in my mouth. I could feel him pushing me down toward his cock telling me to suck it too. Abbey looks at me, pulling his big long cock about of her mouth a
nd holds it in front of me. “It’s ok, baby just take it in an inch at a time.” I open my mouth Abbey sticks it into my mouth as I begin to suck on it. “That’s good baby keep it up, now play with his balls don’t squeeze them to hard for you’ll make his eyes pop out of his fucking head. I tried laughing but his cock was too big for me to laugh with it in my mouth. We both took turns jacking and sucking his cock, for a few times him almost cum, but he would push us back.
I thought I was doing ok sucking his cock and stroking it at the same time. He pulls back popping his cock from my mouth as I wiped the cock juices from my lips with the back of my hand. He grabs Abbey rolling her over on her stomach, spreading her legs as he got between her lifting her ass toward him saying, “You ever had it up your ass bitch.” Abbey smiles saying, “show me what you got.” my eyes open wide as he starts fucking her in the ass, Abbey pulls me down spreading my legs she starts to lick my wet pussy as Joshua watches her, with every stroke he made inside of her.
Fingering me as he started fucking her in her juicy pussy moaning and slowing down as she tries sucking my clit, she give out a mournful cry as she reaches her climax “Oh, oh. Dam fuck me hard dam you; shit.” He pulls his cock from her pussy and stands looking at me when I notice my legs were still spread apart. I quickly closed them fearing he would try to fuck me. “Now, you think by closing your legs that would stop me from fucking a tiny pussy like yours?” “Please, I’m not yet ready for such a thing as being fucked.” “Oh yes my dear,” he said grabbing and forcing my legs apart. He climbs on top of me I could feel his weight penning me down as his stiff cock penetrating my young wet pussy. “It hurts. Stop! Please your fucking hurting me,” but my pleading went unnoticed, Abbey holds me saying, “It be ok dear, relax,” “I can’t it hurts, make him stop, please!” As he slowly humps me the pressure gives in and I could feel it going in deeper, all the time Abbey’s is fondling my breast, making my nipples hard as she squeezes them. I could feel my climax coming it felt like my hold body was about to explode once again. But this time the climax started moving up my legs to my back and pussy, “Oh, oh fuck I’m Cumming oh, dam,” I cried with a loud moan as Joshua pushed even deeper into my pussy. Pulling it out him shoves it into my mouth and humps me once again, when I felt his hot cum shooting filling my mouth with his cum. I could only swallow as I continue sucking his cock. Then Abbey pulls it out saying give me some don’t hog it all.” as she begins to suck his cock sucking up what little bit of cum she could get out of him.
It was over; we laid there for a few minutes just starring at the clouds in the sky. “Well girls thanks for the fuck, I have to be going, maybe we could do this again soon.” He said diving into the water swimming back to shore. Turning my head toward Abbey, saying, “I didn’t like him fucking me, it hurt so much.” “I know sister, but it will get better the more you do it, then it will feel better, I promise you that.” “I think I’ll just stick with girls instead.”
From time to time Abbey and I would meet and have a girl’s day out, of love making. I did get fucked again, and like Abbey said it did get better, and felt so great when I would cum. but it was always with another woman wearing a strap-on or dildos, but never again with a man.

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LITTLE BOY PEEKING IN ON PARENTS

This little boy wakes up 3 nights in a row when he hears a thumping sound coming from his parents room. Finally one morning he goes to his mom and says, “Mommy, every night I hear you and daddy making noises and when I look in your bedroom you’re bouncing up and down on him.”
His mom is taken by surprise and says,”Oh, well I’m bouncing on his stomach because he’s fat and that makes him thin again.”
And the boy says, “Well, that won’t work!”
His mom says, “Why?”
And the boy replies, “Because the lady next door comes by after you leave each day and blows him back up!”

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Nerdy Girl 2 – The Wrath of Cum

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Bottom Feeder Chapter Two

Bottom Feeder Chapter Two
I was taking the long hot shower You had allowed me, following the afternoons
activities with Your tranny friends, in the park. I had lots of time to think about
how things had evolved so quickly with You. It had only been six weeks since I
had begged You to train me as Your adoring toilet slut. And today I had been
fully baptized by You. Your training of me has been masterful. I now only crave
those moments out of chastity, when I am allowed to service You, in the most
intimate of ways. I know how You love to have me feed from You directly, and I
so love to please all of Your wicked whims. And I figure, as Your full toilet
servant, I will, hopefully, not be subjected to the rape I had experienced this
afternoon, ever again. Feeble hopes, as it would turn out to be.
You had instructed me to re-apply my make-up and fix my hair after the shower,
and that You would have one of Your slaves lay out some new clothing for me to
wear for You. I was in a reverie – I was finally truly owned by a beautiful
Goddess! I dried myself off and went to the vanity – You had chosen some very
sexy garments for me – all in vintage style – real silk stockings; a delicious
looking cream corset with 12 garters and laces for tightening; a sexy, sheer, full
satin slip, with matching stiletto heels; no panties as usual. You always prefer to
see me fully exposed.
As I was putting the final touches on my makeup, and was feeling quite pretty, I
heard Your heels clicking down the hallway. You walked into the bathroom,
without knocking, of course. I was shocked to see a man with You. He was very
well dressed, and I assumed he was probably an important client of Yours. I
dropped my eyes to the floor – I felt his eyes all over me.
“ Well, here she is, Brad. I told you she was a little dish. And well trained in cock
service, let me tell you. She’s the top of my pick in the stable, right now. Just
recently been turned into a full, lifetime, personal toilet of mine. Just to give you
an idea of how obedient she’s become.” Mistress snapped Her fingers twice. I
knew the signal – I immediately dropped to my knees and crawled over to Her
ass and started licking her beautiful asshole. “ Open your mouth wide, slave.
Show my friend just how obedient I’ve made you.” I went all gooshy as I
obediently opened my mouth to Your wicked desires. I felt my cock pulsing in its
chastity cage “ Stick your tongue right up my anus, my little toilet whore. Im
going to slowly tease you with my shit – and I want you to let it slowly slide down
your throat until you are truly deep-throating me. Understood?”
“ Yes Ma’am” I gasped, as She pushed Her ass right over my mouth.
“ Get your tongue as far up my anus as you can, while I push my offerings out to
you”
My tongue was getting so good at snaking up Your asshole. Weeks of training
had made it quite agile and strong. But I had never had You deliver your shit
directly onto my tongue before. This would be a first. And also with a different
twist, because as I was tonguing You, I felt your friends hands caressing my ass.
He stuck two fingers up inside me, and I obediently began to thrash my little hips
and ass in response! I caught a glance of him ripping his fly open and pulling out
his cock – he seemed quite pumped! I wiggled my ass in response, just like
You’d taught me. I could see it was working – I pushed my ass high up in the air,
reached around and pulled my cheeks apart. My stocking clad feet were wriggling
in mid air – I knew I was the picture of submission. But I wasnt fully prepared
for the onslaught from Your friend. He pushed my hands away and spread my
cheeks for himself. I felt his cock head up against me for a few moments, until
he painfully, fully, thrust himself inside me. My breath was taken away! I caught
another glance – he was really having an enjoyable time, with my ass, thrusting
fully, deeply, in and out of my little cunt. Then I saw Your look – You were proud
of me, I could tell – it only made me buck my hips more wildly, to pleasure him.
But of course, ultimately, to pleasure You! He grabbed me by my corset thongs,
and proceeded to pound my little slave cunt to oblivion! But, of course, this was
not all. The whole time, I had my lips wrapped around Your anus. You had truly
turned me into a multi tasking slave – just like a female. I was becoming more
able to please and serve under a variety of venues. Tonight I would be Your cock
whore, again, as well as Your full toilet!
“ Get your tongue deeper up inside my shitter, slave. Im going to slowly push out
your dinner, while my friend here has his way with you. Hold your tongue there.”
Mistress pulled me into Her, with her hand behind my head. The pounding
continued. I was already so sore from the five trannies that had raped me that
afternoon. I was drifting into a state of absolute submission – the pain was
dulled by the wonderful expression of pride on Your face. This client would be
paying very well, I could tell.
“ Hold your tongue there – now wriggle it – coax out your meal, c’mon, wiggle
wiggle, thats right , here it comes…and keep wiggling that ass, of course.”
I guess You’d made it easy for me – only 2 things to focus on: pleasing Your
asshole, and pleasing your client with my asshole. But I was struggling to do my
best. I had to really focus on the tasks at hand. My tongue was aching from
being so deep inside You – but I was getting the first taste of Your shit as You
very slowly were sliding it out onto my tongue. I made myself keep my tongue
stiff and compliant. Your delicious log was beginning to slide across it.
“ Lift open your mouth now, slut. Create a passage for it. Thats right, open wide
and deep throat me!”
You push Your first log out, so that it is completely draped across my tongue,
and is filling my throat, right to the back of it. I have no choice but to breathe
You in thru my nose. I am, as it happens, in absolute heaven! Though my ass is
in such pain from the fucking that your friend is giving me, I am truly starting to
love my place with You. No-one has ever ruled me as completely as You do. And
used me so fully! And intimately. As I suck on Your log, I truly imagine that I am
a deep throating little cock whore for You, as I struggle not to gag on Your
delicious shit. This is what i’ve become. You have molded me to this moment – to
perform so devotedly for You and Your clients and friends.

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Sharing my Sister part one

This story relates to events that began in April 1981.
I was 13 at the time and my eldest sister was 15, 2 weeks off her 16th birthday, I was a very shy and naive young teenager with no experience of the female species at all when this started, although I had a group of 5/6 close male friends who had been having group masturbation sessions for around 7/8 months, these started off with just masturbating in front of each other, to actually pairing off and masturbating each other. On the last session I had actually received oral sex off one of them.
Anyway on to my sister, as I said she was 15, had long dyed black hair, green eyes, 5’7″ and a size 12(UK). On the day in question it was a Saturday morning, both parents were out at work, my youngest sister was at a sleepover with one of her friends, so it was just me and Sharon (not her real name) in the house. I sat on the sofa eating toast and drinking tea, whilst reading the morning newspaper, dressed only in a T shirt and pyjama bottoms.
When my sister walked into the room, dressed in a long night shirt, nothing unusual in this at all, she then proceeded to sit on the floor with her back against the bottom of a chair and her knees slightly bent, it was then that I noticed that she had no underwear on and in that position I had a perfect view of her open pussy on view. I tried to not make it too obvious by positioning the newspaper so I could just peer over the top while pretending to read it.M y Cock started to stir immediately before becoming a raging hard on and making a small but obvious tent in my pyjama bottoms. This only went on for a few minutes but seemed like a life time, eventually she asked how long I was going to be with the paper, so I knew I had to try and make an exit strategy without making my hard on too obvious. I put the newspaper down on the sofa by my side and shuffled about to hide the tent.
Sharon then stood up and made the couple of steps towards me and as she leaned over, as if to grab the paper her hand changed direction and in what seemed like slow motion slowly made its way onto my cock on the outside of my clothes, after rubbing her hand up and down it a couple of times, she looked me straight in the eye and seductively said (well for a 13 year old anyway) “so glad you enjoyed the view”. Sharon then momentarily let go of my cock and moved her hand inside the elastic of the pyjama bottoms, and took hold of my cock in the flesh, pushing her arm back so my cock was exposed, she moved her head so she was directly staring at my cock whilst holding it in her one hand, then said “nice, very nice”. she then licked her lips, asked me to stand up, to which I did, while she remained standing, all the while rubbing my cock with her one hand , whilst pulling my pyjama bottoms down with her other hand,. She then momentarily let go of me, and in one smooth move took hold of the hem of her night shirt with both hands and smoothly pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor, standing before me in all her naked glories (a vision that still sticks in my mind to this day), I took the opportunity to linger my eyes all over her body and saviour every inch of it, especially her full 34 c cup boobs. Making my cock twitch a couple of times.
She then moved her left hand back to my cock and resumed rubbing it, by this stage I wanted her to stop doing this as I knew I would soon cum, so I was desperate to make the situation last, so didn’t want to ask her to stop in case it put an end to the events. So was trying to telepathically get her stop, but she raised her right hand and gently pushed me back so I was sitting on the sofa again, she moved forward and got on to the sofa straddling me, still rubbing my cock with her left hand, slowly lowered herself so just the tip of my cock was brushing just the entrance to her lips. I remember the stray pubic hair tickling my cock, before she moved her right hand down in-between our bodies and opened up her lips before slowly impaling herself on my cock, she let out a low gasp as it entered her, I still remember the wonderful feeling of warmth and wetness as it entered her , she started to move up and down on it, dictating the rhythm, as said before I hadn’t got a clue what I was doing so just followed her lead and let instincts take over , her right hand came up and cupped the back of my neck pulling my head towards hers and slowly our lips locked and started mashing together with teeth clashing a couple of times before settling on an angle that suited each other and started trading tongues, her left hand went over my right shoulder on to the top of the sofa to steady herself. I moved my right hand up to her left breast and started squeezing and rubbing loving the feel of her rock hard nipples in my palm, she had to break off from kissing me to tell me to be more gentle. A s I was close to coming before I entered her I knew I wouldn’t last long , and only a couple of dozen thrusts later I let out a low moan and exploded 3 long squirts of cum inside her. All this was only in a time span of around 15 mins after her entering the room.
As my cock started to shrink she never moved and stayed in the same position with our lips locked while just the tip of my shrunken cock parted the entrance to her lips, I started to feel cold liquid trickle down my cock realising it was some of my cum . After a couple of minutes of snogging she moved her right hand down to my left nipple and started to mover her thumb back and forth across it this had the desired effect and because of my youth, my cock started to rise again, as she felt this, she waited till it was fully hard , before getting off me standing up, taking me by the hand and lying down on the carpet, as I stood up gazing down at her beautiful naked body she smiled up at me beckoning me on to her, and said “ time for round 2, my turn to cum this time.”. I knelt down in between her legs before lowering myself on top of her, she moved her hand in between our bodies and gripped my cock before guiding it to her wet lips, this time it felt quite different still warm and tight but a lot more wetter, only months later did I realise it was because of sloppy seconds and my cum was still inside her. Also this time I had to make the rhythm but didn’t know what to do so again let my instincts take over, my face directly above hers I loved the look of pure lust in her face as my cock went very slowly in and out of her fantastic pussy. This time instead of kissing her I moved my head down and firmly clamped my mouth around her left boob and proceeded to kiss, suck, lick her nipple etc, she grabbed the back of my hand with her left hand firmly pulling my head harder on to her boob, as I increased my thrust rate, she started to make grunting noises and telling me to go, harder, faster harder etc. this only increased my arousement and very soon I felt the inside of her pussy having a ripple effect on my cock and for the second time that morning I found myself emptying my balls inside her, as I did this I collapsed on top of her exhausted, after a few moments she pushed me off her and I rolled on to my side next to her. Looking into each other’s eyes, she propped herself up on to her elbow, leaned across my face and said “thank you, that was wonderful for a first time, so glad it was you”.
This didn’t register at the time, as she locked our lips together for a final time that day, before getting up walking over to where her night shirt rested on the floor, before picking it up and disappearing out the room, I heard her on the phone a few seconds later speaking to her best friend, and could only hear parts of the conversation, and quickly realised it was to Tina her best friend. I heard her tell her the events of the morning but not in too much detail, but quite loudly and obviously for my benefit telling her how wonderful and fantastic I had been, and that she would be doing it again with me very soon, this put a warm glow and a massive smile on my face. The call ended abruptly and Sharon disappeared upstairs, after a few moments I followed her up stairs, gingerly knocked on her door, as I wanted to find out what had brought on this morning’s events. She told me to enter, she was sitting on her bed in just a pair of white cotton panties with yellow roses on them, and she made no effort to cover up. I asked her what had brought on this morning’s events , to which she replied, that Tina had lost her virginity the previous Christmas, and had dared Sharon that she didn’t have the nerve to do the same before her 16th birthday, she had accepted the dare but didn’t really know who to do it with, as she wanted her first time with someone special, eventually deciding on me, she said that she had been trying to entice me for a couple of months but I had failed to take the bait, it finally dawned on me as she said this, that for the previous couple of months, she had been flaunting herself at every opportunity, ( leaving her bedroom door open when getting changed before/after school, coming out of the bathroom as I was passing in a towel/bathrobe and letting it fall open) she said that if only I had said a single word during any of these events she would of pounced on me. But I was too naive to realise it. She also said that as wonderful as it was it would never happen again and never to utter a word about it to any one, despite what she had said to Tina.
She didn’t keep her word as there are a lot more episodes to tell including Tina and some of my friends getting involved.

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Cherry Popped.

First sex story. Written by a 19 year old female. It’s been a fantasy of mine to call someone Daddy during sex, so I let this girl in my story actually have her daddy fuck her. No roleplaying.